In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Secret Santa.”
I would give my father
Whom I never see
Being worlds apart
A private health fund
So he could get
The health he needs
To visit in Sydney
And meet the grandkids
He doesn’t know
*image to follow*
A love that was meant to be
A love that could never be
A love that reminded me
That some loves are
Only for
Memory
Attention opportunists
You are now standing under mistletoe
Where, where?
Ah! Ha!
Mistletoe
😉
Goodbye office
Goodbye deadlines
Goodbye java
Goodbye springboot
Hello Indesign
Hello home office
Hello writing
Hello holidays!
Fireworks in flowers
Cascading in flashes of
Pure exquisite white
Odd ball motorcar
Covered in multi colored
Spotty Polka Dots!
Each day when falling the first time in love
That crazy, mixed up place
Secretly, when no words can be said
I would hear these words on the radio
And I knew, I just knew this would be our song
Just a short while, the best will be saved for last
Butterflies in my tummy!
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Cause, Meet Effect.”
Dripping from branches
That would so graciously be
Adorned – Ruby Gems
One more entry needed for our Friendship Tree!
And then its a Happy Christmas to you 🙂
Thanking all for your support this year
Every like, every comment, every follow, every word
Has helped me bit by bit to gain more strength
A bit more faith in the words which would flow
What I would love to do,
As a gift from me to you
Is to take some poems, and form a tree
Contributed by you, and you, and you
So if you have a poem, three lines or less
To contribute with your name, or any of your choice
Please send them in, and as many as I can fill
I will include with love from me to you
xox
Thanking the following poets:
http://by-lainejensen.com
https://greysolander.wordpress.com
https://geosans.wordpress.com
http://tokillamimingbird.wordpress.com
http://oaplascencia.wordpress.com
http://shilyot.wordpress.com
https://aahilicaish.wordpress.com
http://nananoyz5forme.com
https://aroilinpain.wordpress.com
https://alwayslittlepieces.wordpress.com
No more to go!
Our tree is no more looking forlorn
🙂
One knows inherently
When one hears the words
“Just sit still
Don’t move”
That one needs to
Move very quickly
From where one is sitting
Because just a few minutes ago
I heard those very words
Spoken to an unsuspecting me
When a Huntsman nearly
Landed from the ceiling
Onto my head!
Poems and Petals 