Tag: poem

Pathways of my Mind

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 I step onto the pathway, I check my footings sure

I’ve taken many turnings, as sure there will be more

Check to see I am grounded, I want to stay on track

I focus where I want to go, I can as easily turn back

I have to watch for pitfalls, my mind I must direct

 To remember where I go, at the time that I reflect

My whole life is pathways, of one sort of a kind

The real and the emotional, so many of my mind

I’ll take another step today, to grow a little more

A pathway will present again, of that I can be sure.

 

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A sidewalk to me is unfamiliar, I don’t think I’ve ever really used the term even in short the time I spent living in the US and Canada. For todays prompt of I’m changing it to pathway and I hope you’ll forgive me, but pathway is more familiar and I’m not jumping off my pathway to walk the sidewalk 😉

 

The Pull of Love

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In a magic moment, I found what it was to love. 

I did not find it in a book or in the skies above.

I found it the memories, the ones that I hold dear.

If only I had know back then, what today is clear.

Love is not so obvious, it takes you by surprise.

Returns as you are unaware, comes back  in disguise.

It creeps up when your sleeping, or in another land

Then finally you feel it’s pull and you understand

Melody – DP

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Melody they called the child, they thought it had a ring.

The only think they didn’t do, was teach the girl to sing.

Assumptions are so common, if you think about a name.

Melodies are beautiful, so sure she’d sing just the same.

When Melody tried to sing, the birds would fly for cover.

Certainly no question as to why she never took a lover.

But if you go down to the cliff tops, looking up to the tip.

You’ll find her wailing out to warn of storms to all the ships.

Another September

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September comes around to fast, it’s back before you know.

When will summer ever last, why does it have to go.

As a child when I was small, years stretched out so long.

I worry now, I take a nap, the summer might be gone.

And so the nights are drawing in, a real nip in the air.

Again you’ll find me by the fire, huddled in my chair.

Winter goes on, oh so slow, for days we’re trapped inside.

Why does the sun and sky so blue, always have to hide.

I think that I’m am very SAD, as I want the sun to stay.

Surely it’s not only me, who mourns as it goes away. 

 

Invasion of Love

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If every person closed their eyes

and sent out love to the earth,

just think of what cold happen,

what could this be worth.

Wars would fall to pieces,

 all weapons would be destroyed,

what an amazing strategy,

arranging love to be deployed.

It might only take moments,

for our thoughts to travel far,

imagine how love would scatter,

like exploding stars.

So when should we start this invasion,

is everybody in,

it wouldn’t be so hard to do,

using the love we have within.

 

Shiver :)

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The word for today was shiver, well that was okay in the sun.

Now the night has come to rest, I’m feeling a little undone.

I’m reading posts about the cold, with lots out there on ice.

The others are quite spooky, I’m scared and not feeling nice.

So Daily Prompt please sort this out, remember I live alone.

Choose the words more carefully, I don’t want to shiver at home.

 

Shiver – DP

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I shiver at the thought of it, the thought of losing you.

Cold ice runs through my veins, my skin is turning blue.

My life would be so barren, a landscape made from ice.

You my love, you bring the warmth, give a sense to life.

If you were gone, or hadn’t come, my life would be so cold.

You are the treasure that I need, you are my precious gold.

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In response to the Daily Prompt – Shiver

Vice

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Which vice do you want, I have so many.

Vices and me well, they’re ten a penny.

In fact, if I didn’t have a couple or three.

It’d be so extremely boring, being just me.

The tipples I have, laughing with friends.

Love of handbags, that never quite ends.

Fast cars and speed, as long as their safe.

Holidays plenty, all and over the place.

If I didn’t have vices, there’d be just me.

Along with a bank balance, clearer to see.😉