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How sad the human circle seems
So cruel so cruel
So different from my dreams
So far from perfect
So plainly not god
So selfish—me
So false
So ugly odd
Why do I see what I should be?
Desire, blame, resentment lie
Deep within emotion’s sty—
What fool commands a pig to fly?
What has a worm to do with sky?
Newborn baby warm and rested
Loved and cuddled
Fat and fed and dry—
Why does the baby cry?
So I am adding you back.
I haven't written poetry in a while. I wish I still could write good poetry.
If you have written, I have yet to see it, since I always answer replies first (except if Joseph, limbotical has written; I read his posts as soon as they come in, because I am praying for him; a good friend.)
So I hope you have!
Once it's warm here again I shall write
!
You certainly have a way with words.
Keep writing, and don't let your guard down.
God bless.
Movement
A boat or ship in water wave
Time that sends us to our grave
Love that doth become our slave
The movement of our lives.
The chest that rise and falls in sleep
The clock that ticks as we reap
What sowing mistakes has us weep
The lessons of our lives.
Honest work and values bring
Blessings to us as we sing
The bell in tower, it doth ring
The goodness of our lives.
Children’s children come to play
Remind us of another day
When our own babes made our way
The rewards of our lives.
Next topic, victory??
any takers?
am i playing right bonnie??
I would say chests that fall, instead of chest that falls (since you are talking about more than one person, as in "we")
And
Would change when our own babes made our way, to when our own babes made THEIR way....(does it make sense to you?)
Yes; I didn't really think the game through very well. But since you challenged us to do victory, I will do it on another blog, so that others can answer there, and you post all of your poems on yours as well, and see how well we do...we may be doing a lot of poems, but that is what I wanted...a kick in the pants to write.
Love you and thank you so much for participating. I was anxious, not knowing if anyone would go with it.
and no i dont mind at all if you made corrections
and i will post it on my blog and see what happens.
and im now going to go work on victory - i hope im feeling creative tonight. - if i cant produce ill try again tomorrow.
i must strive to do better next time!
however, when i was recently scrapbooking i wrote a poem for a page of desis daisys. i wanted to share that poem with you so im gonna post it here. ha.
okay here goes....
i have my poems saved in microsoft word so the text matches what i printed out for the scrapbook page haha.
On a sweet and lovely day
A little daisy came to play
It brought its friends
And said lets wave
In the wind and ore’ the cave
A little girl showed up just then
With dark eyes and hair and diadem
She picked the posies one by one
And rubbed the petals on her thumb
She watched them float on the water
And on her breath she did mutter
How wonderful he loved her so
And dipped her toes till the sun was low
Then away she went to her castle gray
In her hands were bunches of daisy’s
Her feet had little sticks of hay
And her day was long and lazy
