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My Glass

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My glass has been as full as the stars up above

Twinkling with bubbles, overspilling with love.

A glass crystal flute that chimed as I clinked.

In celebration, with crosses arms I linked.

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My glass so empty as I missed the last wish.

Cloudy and smudged with space for anguish.

My glass has been broken, just like my heart.

That shattered in pieces and fell far apart.

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But now I have two that came here as a pair.

They match one another, no need for despair.

Both glasses half full, with room for some more.

We can sit here and sip, not gulp like before.

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In response to the Daily Prompt – Glass

 

Writing

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I want to write of almighty heights and starships on the moon.

Of silent prayers, of soaring high and lazy afternoons.

I want to write so deeply, with words to touch your soul.

To make you think, with picture links, to connect would be my goal.

I want to write forever more, to share with you my dreams.

To pull you in, touch your hearts, that would be supreme.

I want to write astoundingly, so everyone can feel.

The way I view this universe and what for me is real.

For now I write quite simply, often words that rhyme.

Little ditty’s, words of love and when I have the time.

And so I shall keep on practicing, writing daily posts.

Poetry and thoughts by me, I hope you don’t get lost.

I am a little crazy, the other half of me is fine.

I hope you’ll find it in your hearts to give my writing time.

Summertime

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It’s pointless buying summer clothes, in England nowadays.

For moments when the sun pops out, and holidays away.

We wear them and we shiver, at home the hearings on.

One blink and I’ll miss summer, the evenings are just long.

I’m fed up with this country, fed up with the cold.

I’m sick of hearing summers here, fed up of being told.

So I’m packing up my summer bits, into the case they go.

I’m off in search of sunshine, before we see the snow!

Choose Me

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The flowers are rejoicing, a bee has sauntered by.

They dance, they sing, hold heads aloft, up to the smiling sky.

The bee is quite oblivious, to the happiness he caused.

He spotted a bright flower and thought he’d take a pause.

So he takes his fill and wonders on, through the flowers bright.

They hope he will return again before they close tonight.

Dark Bits

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We have to look at all aspects of ourselves, good and bad, lightness and darkness.  We are made of all these things and have to acknowledge the not so good parts as well as seeing the beauty.

Some of the dark parts are buried deep inside, snapped off and buried somewhere along the way. We might not know about these things, they might not be of this lifetime but they follow us and arise at times like a dark fog blocking our way forward.

So how might we do this, firstly acknowledge they are there, however small we have splinters of black. I’m not saying that if you have worked on yourself you are not a beautiful bright soul but the fact that we are here in this heaviness indicates we might still have some clearing to do.  

I hope I do not offend, when I was told I had dark things buried I was not amused in the slightest but I knew it was the truth. Acknowledging it, so can help release our darkest aspects and bring them to the light.  

I fear not being loved, being unlovable, I always  have, however much love is lavished on me. Why, is it because I have not been worthy of love in the past, pushed it away? I don’t know but I have to find the worthy loveable me now so I don’t repeat this again.  I’m also materialistic, I hate this aspect of me too and I know my coffin will be only big enough for me, why do I need so much shit around me. I have to start loving me more and stuff less!

Anyway upwards and onwards into the light 😉

In response to the Daily Prompt – Darkness 

Darkness

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The darkness comes a creeping, it comes at dead of night.

It creeps up walls and furniture, it takes out all the light.

Heaviness accompanies it, swarming around the room.

When  darkness overtakes me, I pray for morning soon.

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But why the fear of blackness, dark and dingy things.

Blackbirds, crows and bats and other things with wings.

They cannot really hurt me, certainly not when it’s light.

They haven’t anymore power, just because it’s night.

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So I preserver and pray a lot, before I blow the flame.

I look around the room once more, is it still the same?

And then in sleep I slumber, wrapped and very warm.

Until the darkness disappears, with the light of a new dawn.

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Forbidden

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Forbidden is so tempting, I crave what I can’t have.

Just the thought of getting it, is driving me quite mad.

I want to hold in in my hands, put it on the shelf,

lick it, kiss it, worship it, have it to myself.

Forbidden beckons across the room, winking over at me.

It tells me that it loves me, I’m sure but you can’t see.

It wants to have me in its grasp, it wants to hold me tight.

It whispers little nothings that go on into the night.

Forbidden is for yesterday because today I look anew

At all the things I can’t have, things that you want too.

They may not be so good for me, but I think they sooth my soul 

The temptations of forbidden things that help me feel I’m whole.

 

Frankie

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A cloudy day in Bantry Bay, the day that you where born.

In the house your father built and in the babies room

From the King’s and Queen’s of Tara, your ancestory was true

With emerald eyes and freckled skin, your Irish through and through

I love your song of ‘Danny Boy’, only you could get that high

When you sing, my granny dear, the clouds they leave the sky

Autonomy

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Autonomy of you and me, we’re alone a lot you see

We don’t rely on other folk and tend to do as we please

We’re strange as individuals, an odd couple, you and I 

A twosome of individuality, on that they can rely

I couldn’t do it without you, but I want for no one more

My whiskered friend, my funny face, it’s you that I adore

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My Island

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I am an island of myself

but can I survive without you

I know I need your warmth and love

and all the physical bits too.

I need the sunlight on my skin

to hear the sounds of love.

Nourishment you give to me

like the rain from up above.

I am an island of myself

but need the sea’s around

My waters run into the sea

and we are forever bound.