Hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry I sip life slowly; the world jostles by the time has come for us all to worry
as mayhem is unleashed in a flurry wonder if people ponder their time here the time has come for us all to worry I frown, as I try to blink back a tear
wonder if people ponder their time here a frenzied rush leading no where I frown, as I try to blink back a tear as I hear of killings here and there
a frenzied rush leading no where I sip life slowly, the world jostles by as I hear of killings here and there hush! I tell my weary heart not to cry
Written in response to POW Kerfe’s prompt for W3 challenge run by David. Her prompt guidelines are:
The day hurries by, ceding place to the longer night Yet the heat refuses to mellow to a coolness Not all leaves brown and fall, some are still bright But it sure is the season of fruitfulness!
Though the heat refuses to mellow to a coolness Disinterested in going into a decline It sure is the season of fruitfulness Despite the uncertainty of changing times.
Disinterested in going into a decline Summer persists with hot, humid days Maybe because of uncertainty of changing times Seasons seem to overlap in many ways.
Summer persists with hot, humid days They say it’s a sign of global warming Seasons seem to overlap in many ways Why don’t we heed the global warning!
They say it’s a sign of global warming That not all leaves brown and fall and some are still bright Why don’t we heed the global warning Alas! the day hurries by, ceding place to warm night.
(I will be posting a poem or maybe two everyday this entire month. I look forward to your support and encouragement, at the same time I understand that reading every blog is not possible! Drop in whenever you can.)
Let me hold your tiny hand once again I want to relive those idyllic days once more Let us walk down the elusive memory lane When you were my little angel, oh so pure!
I want to relive those joyous days once more To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood When you were my little angel, so very pure I just can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood!
To fill my pockets with memories of your childhood Those sun filled days of carefree gurgling laughter I can’t believe you are stepping into adulthood My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter.
Those sun filled days of carefree, gurgling laughter Let me make a gallery of reminisces once again My little doll is all grown-up, of age from hereafter My heart is filled with such a sweet pain!
Let’s walk the gallery of reminisces once again Let’s chase butterflies one more time My heart is filled with such a sweet pain Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime.
Let’s chase butterflies one more time Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile Let’s catch sunbeams and hear woods chime Your journey will be long, cover it mile by mile.
Let me send you off with a heartfelt smile Though melancholy smites my poor heart Your journey is long, cover it mile by mile And I will from afar play my part.
Though melancholy smites my poor heart I cannot but be happy for you And I will from afar play my part It is now your life to live and pursue.
I cannot but be happy for you My dear little angel, oh so pure It is now your life to live and pursue But let me hold your hand just once again!
Today I don’t want to live in today Today my mind travels the maze of past Synaptic network brings alive yesterday Some reminisces however forever last!
Today my mind travels the maze of past Thinking of the trusted jalopy that would take us near and afar Some reminisces however forever last How can I ever forget that beloved yesterday’s car!
That truly trusted jalopy that would take us near and afar Crisscrossing across the undulating, languid country I can never forget dad’s all yesterdays cars Adventures, breakdowns; memories special as well as sundry!
Crisscrossing across the undulating, languid country Rekindling old obscure and forgotten relationships Adventures, breakdowns; memories special as well as sundry Life did bloom abundantly despite the hardships.
Rekindling old, obscure forgotten relationships Today is the day, I don’t want to live in today Life did bloom abundantly despite the hardships Synaptic network brings alive precious fragments of yesterday.
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