I'm a rhyme addict, and somehat of an introvert...My faith is Catholic.
Many are the days that come and go.Many are the moments we come to know,Seasons of our lives that change as we grow;Beacons for our lives; lessons for tomorrow.There are days of success; days of fun.Days we progress, with a tres bon;And of course we thank God, our hearts overrunWith praise and thanksgiving, for all He has done. So too there are days, where success is not;When hardships descend and life is all naught.Days we are stranded, in a difficult knot;With wants and needs, that we can have not.As these seasons come and go;The pains and joys we come to know,Remember are lessons for tomorrowAnd always thank God, for they make you grow. ©dieudonnesongInktober 4th, 2021Challenge
Kissed by the sun;Nature's design.A woman worth gold;Africa's pride.As the tribal drums rollLet everyone know,That woman of gold,Is a treasure to hold.Oh Africa's pride,Our hunger you feed. Though it costs you your back,Yet you bend and work hard.Her feelings are strong,Her beauty's not wrong.Though tanned by the Sun,Her beauty must be sung.Her offsprings should know;Young girls of the Sun,That black is beauty,Not cream's robbery.©dieudonnesongSept 16, 2021
TU ME MANQUES
I write this for you,My muse and my hue.My heart yearns for you,It's feelings are true.Sometimes I do dream,Of a lifetime with you.Full of joy to the brim,In an embrace with you.My mind paints a picture,Of us at sunset;In a heartwarming posture,One to never forget. Together with you,I'd like to watch the stars;Together with you,I'd love to travel far;To a world that makes us,Bloom like the rose flower.As of now, my heart's lost,Parce que tu me manque.©dieudonnesongSept 15, 2021
My lady A.,I miss you than I can say.Oh my Lady B.,Close to you, I want to be.My lady C.,Your smile I wish to see.The reason I love you,Is as simple as A B C .Allow me to show you,How simple I do mean:A : You accept me,For just who I am. B : you are beautiful,Yet humble and kind.C : You are caring,Your smile gives me peace.©dieudonnesong
On a rainy day in March,We gathered round a fire.At every lightning's flash,Our fear was set afire.With haste we made a prayer;A quick sign of the cross.And listened on however,To our grandma teach us."Listen up my little ones;There's something I must tell.It's a lesson about life, So listen up very well.The cycle of life you see,Is made up of you and me.Though young you are today,Like me, you'll be old someday.Before those days come;Do always reckon,To let your deeds be fair,And to others, show some care.Still you must remember,To do that which is right;For when you're old without sight,The wrong you did will rob your light."©dieudonnesongSept 14, 2021
Would you choose freedom or comfort? Would you take the chance of merriment if it means you don't get to do want your heart really want and knows is right?Here's my personal answer...Freedom or ComfortI want my freedom;For it you cannot pay.You cannot buy it,"It's your pride" I heard God say.Of what good is comfort,If our freedom has been bought?What type of happinessCan exist without freedom's power?Having comfort without freedom,Is like a bird within a cage.With lots of food in it's kingdom,Yet with wings not disengaged. I want my freedom;I want all that sets me free,Even if my comfort's on the line,My freedom is my happiness.©dieudonnesong
Freedom or comfort?
Je veux ma liberté;For it you cannot pay.Tu ne peux pas l'acheter ,"It's your pride" I heard God say.A quoi bon le confort,If our freedom has been bought?Quel forme de joie,Can exist without freedom's power?Having comfort without freedom,Is like a bird within a cage.With lots of food in it's kingdom,Yet with wings not disengaged. Je veux ma liberté;Je veux tout ce qui me libère,Même si mon confort est en jeu,Ma liberté est mon bonheur©dieudonnesongSep 5, 2021
There’s this little word;
Four lettered and called “LOVE”.
It flows without being girded,
And springs from up above.
It is little, yet complex.
It’s filled books and bibloteques.
Often sought, sung of and penned.
Yet in ink it often remains unshared.
I’ve seen it in the fields;
Running free, calling me.
“come and share in my peace,
Which is found in sharing me”.
In the beginning was love.
Her expansion gave and gives us life.
Every thing was built from Love.
Let her expand again, this time, from your heart.©dieudonnesongAugust 27, 2021
The pain behind my smiles
You've known me for a whileAnd I bet, you've noticed my smiles. But behind these smiles you seeLives a pain that you can't see. I've seen selfishness destroy friendships;Divorces that brought children hardships;Merciless killings, hatred and envy;Uncontrolled anger, lies and cruelty.Many are the evils under the sun.Many are the sins that man has done.No one's perfect, everyone's tempted;But a moral decision by our conscience is requested. Though the sins of mankind are many;She's blessed with a heart to love uniquely.That's the reason I smile dailyBecause as human, I find peace by loving.©dieudonnesongAugust 14, 2021
Hail Mary; Mother DivineFull of grace God's made you mine.Lead us who trod here below,And give us Grace to patiently followYour footsteps; Your precious waysThat drew God's Glorious gaze,To choose you as His Mother.And so to You oh dear Mother,We bend our knee in reverence;And like Gabriel, with exuberance"Ave Maria" we joyfully sing;For God has lifted one of us above sin.©dieudonnesongAugust 15, 2021
I miss you
My dear one, it's been a whileThat I've seen your beautiful smile.Distance does keep us apartTruth be told, it aches my heart.Our phone calls are fun;Our text messages and punsYet I must say my dear, I miss you very much. ©dieudonnesong
Sit with me just a littleAnd we will talk about Everything and nothing.I'll tell you of the potted cactus sitting on my fridge,Of how it dreams of sands and sandstorms on wide open eyes. I will run my fingers through your tousled hair and catch the sun within my palms to warm your hands.Sit with me just a little,And we will talk about Everything and nothing.I'll tell you of this time I paused on the door and felt a stranger in my home, Of how I am a lovelorn wolfhowling for a moon that will never be mine. Sit with me just a little,I'll trace eternity on your eyelashes and save the sparkle that's in your eyes on my fingertips and we will tinkle along to the wind chimes and I'll belong to you and no one and exist in everything and nothing.Stay with me just a littleAnd we will talk,About everything and nothing ©Meri Murry20.10.2021
The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of one's self to others. - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
THE DIADEM: A Fairy's Taleby lovenotes_from_carolyn Within the land of seraphim The Fae Queen lost her diadem Someone grabbed it, on a whimPerhaps a playful cherubimOh what to do, what to do?!You see, the truth - she never knew!She thought her power all was found There within the missing crownFor, years ago, a sight unseen Befell the royal Fairy Queen A djinn had cursed her with a spell An evil curse, the djinn knew well The djinn had made the Queen believe Without the crown, her power would leaveAll for the sake of jealous pride So cunningly, the djinn had liedAlas, the Fae Queen was forlorn She'd had that crown since she was born A gift bequeathed her, by her mother 'Twas rare, and unlike any otherAnd by her mum, these words were said Whilst she placed it, on her head "Wear this proudly, from this dayBehold! You're now the Queen of Fae!Be humble, daughter; lead with graceYou represent the Fairy raceLet this thought guide your every hourInside yourself, you'll find your power"But lo! Those words were all for naught The curse erased what she'd been taught!The djinn was jumping 'round with gleeCarrying on triumphantly Long years, she'd waited for this chance She couldn't help but sing and danceAnd now, the djinn could take control As was her long awaited goal The Fairy race would due her bidding They'd be her slaves, no I'm not kidding One and all would be her slave That no one but the Queen could save The Queen was pacing, to and froPondering where the crown did goWhen something dreadful reached her earsThe cries of Fae folk's pain and tears And when the Fae Queen spied the djinn A burst of power surged within From tips of toes, upward it spread Then like a crown, it wreathed her head The Queen, who now had grasped the truth Was feeling rather bulletproof She boldly walked up to the djinn Methinks we all know who did winThe djinn was vanquished from the realmThe Queen, of course, reclaimed the helm Her diadem was soon returned The cherubim had lived and learnedWhat started as some harmless funHad caused the curse to come undone The Queen released him, free and clear Thus he thanked her, with a tear That night, whilst sipping cinnamon teaThe Queen sat thinking, gratefully The facts, now known, her people freedThe djinn, long gone, exiled indeed She'd rule with grace, throughout her days Forgoing all egoic waysFor there's no need of feckless pride When one beholds their power inside.©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/15/2021#cinnamonc #writersbay #writersnetwork #miraquill #challenge #fairy #crown #diadem #fairytale
Come hither, my dear onesGather round for the rhymeAnd I'll tell you of blue One shade at a time. ©lovenotes_from_carolyn 2021 WHAT IS BLUE?by lovenotes_from_carolyn It's a bevy of emotions With an oceanic view It's the serenity of nightfall It's the magic within you It's the artful inculcation Of this luminescent hue It's the quietude of winter When stark white arrives anewLike the prayerful benediction That whiles away the hours Or a longstanding lament To which the world Responds with flowers Like the lithe and lovely Larkspur Or the sky blue Morning Glory And the ever present AstersWherein each bloom reveals a story Like a ponderous portrayal On a rain soaked afternoon Like the silence of the stars And the whispers of the moonIt's a thought and it's a wordIt's a feeling and a notion It's a color, as we know It's a mood and an emotion Consequently, while I'm at itI think I'll add this bit of news Every poet should rejoice For blue surely is a museSo you've asked me "what is blue?" And I've said all of this, howbeitI'd like to mention one thing more Blue is as you choose to see it.©lovenotes_from_carolyn 10/19/2021 #onec #writersbay #writersnetwork #miraquill #iloveblue
What is black?A self made, non judgmental frame of mind.©sproutedseeds17.10.21
A View to A Dinner
We suffer our dinner in silence; He is the abandoned chapel her hands didn't quite know how to dust the tangled gossamers clean. We suffer our dinner in silence; She is the fragile glass his feet didn't quite know how to nimbly tread on. I'd like to keep my home, it's sunshiny warmth that makes my heart skip a beat,but my mother has her one foot firmly planted on separation's threshold. I'd like to keep my home, but my father only burrows deeper his face into his plate of food. This is a warzone, the forks the knives, sets aim at smiling portraits,hanging limp on tired bare walls. And sandwiched in between, I feel a tired metaphor begs release from my bloated stomach. The truth I know is, in between the achings, the bruisings my heart speaks fluently of, poetry breaks loose from this pit of agony to swim free on the surface of plain white paper because, we choose to suffer our dinner in silence.©Meri Murry21.09.2021
273 Days Later
273 doggone days,The cat still licks my pink toes and purrs at me.273 doggone days,The coffee still leaves me gagging, Acid reflux's a sore treat for emptystomach you should know.273 doggone days,The October's sun still steals into my balcony at eight in the morning and I blink.Come heaven,Come hell,Some things just don't change.For instance the headline still reads;A kid kidnapped at gunpoint last night,A politician caught in his mistress's embrace,Hollywood and Bollywood sells meat for fame,This rumpled pyjama that sticks to my body like summer's slick sweat,And oh yes! This newspaper! Yes, this newspaper in black and white dotted ants.273 doggone days,My finger's been tracking days like tracing beads down the rosary.Some things just don't change,A rut of a life I'd sooner call a nuisance, And through it all I am alive,C o u n t i n g Just counting.©Meri Murry01.10.2021
Another little lie
If I believed everyone everytime they said that they loved me,I would have no heart to keep me this far.Because I believed it once, then twice, and thrice, and many more times,Each time more than the other,And every time,It was always another little lie,Another twisted motive,Another bold lie.I didn't notice because my love was blind,But now I have my senses back and I see right through every little lie.©art_to_heart
#haiku #ceesreposts #soulraabta 0212309 #julietscorner Dedicated to @heartsease @soulfulstirrings#Strictly to dear DEACTIVATEDUSERSI'm no Wordsworth or Frost. But I hope you'd love it.
Melange of summer
The mangoes are ripe,The garden is green with pride,The wind blows its pipeChildren in the field Slash their swords and rap their shields;Unseen rivals yieldWorkers think it wrong -Though bad the mosquitos' song,Scarecrows dance alongYou rub her wrong way,The silent sky screams all day;Thor loves her this waySwallows in the sky,They laugh and call as they fly;Summer passes by.Why go, dear Summer?You're to my heart a drummer,My sun and shower.©ckfilvan
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He came robed in a white seamless cloakAnd the townsmen made out of him a joke;Walked among women in the mascarade,He was an elephant in the room to evade.Soon the local market was filled with chaos,Men in the name of comfort were invoked;True to their nature they healed itching ears -Raised men to walk the walk of a living dead.The white cloaked man cried and warnedBut the townsfolk wouldn't buy his words;Leaders uphold the confused mob for gains,And chaos fiddled with a lighter and gasoline.He left, and the town cheered amid fiery flames;Truth came but didn't sell so much as lies.©ckfilvan