Day 25 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 25’s optional prompt, is to write something short and just a bit (or a lot) silly – the Clerihew~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

These are rhymed, humorous quatrains involving a specific person’s name. You can write about celebrities, famous people from history, even your mom (hopefully she’s got a good name for rhyming with).

 

So with “Day 25’s Prompt” I have chosen an example in this Form of Poetry by the founder, Edmund Clerihew Bentley, and then Four examples from “Shadows of Poetry Website“.

Then after that I have posted a Poem I have recently written that is not in-line with todays prompt!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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Sir Humphrey Davy

Abominated gravy.

He lived in the odium

Of having discovered sodium.

By Edmund Clerihew Bentley (1875-1956)

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Four examples from “Shadows of Poetry” are:

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Garfield the cat

On his rear he sat.

Eating lasagne galore.

Al about the décor.

James & Marie Summers (2000)

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The Road Runner

always almost a goner;

when attacked in manner dread,

Wile E. suffers intended fate instead…

Alan McAlpine Douglas (2004)

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Star Trek’s frowning Klingon Worf

challenges a squeamish metamorph

to eating a wormlike gagh dinner;

Worf of course was the winner!

Diana Dalton (2004)

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Corporal Klinger,

M.A.S.H.’s best ringer,

in dress, heels and snear,

won “Kook of the Year.”

James Dean Chase (2004)

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Trials and Tribulations

As I wake upon another day

I am faced yet again

With more trials and tribulations…

Why in this life: I am unsure,

Of what lessons are still to be learned…

But I’m letting go; looking forward,

And moving on now…

As I need to focus on the time I have left here

To be peaceful, happy and whole

Not weighed down by others

Selfish negativity & childish games!

© debradml (2015)

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Day 24 in the #NaPoWiMo Challenge

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Day 24’s optional prompt, is to write a parody or satire based on a famous poem. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

It can be long or short, rhymed or not. But take a favorite (or unfavorite) poem of the past, and see if you can’t re-write it on humorous, mocking, or sharp-witted lines. You can use your poem to make fun of the original (in the vein of a parody), or turn the form and manner of the original into a vehicle for making points about something else (more of a satire – though the dividing lines get rather confused and thin at times). 

 

So with “Day 24’s Prompt” I have chosen a Satire Poem by Poet ~ Terry Pratchett, then found an example of a Parody Piece on PoemHunter.com Websiteby John Dryden & Jonathon Robin; and after that is a new Poem that I have written, not in-line with todays prompt! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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Ode to Multiple Universes

I do have worlds enough and time
to spare an hour to find a rhyme
to take a week to pen an article
a day to find a rhyme for ‘particle’.
In many worlds my time is free
to spend ten minutes over tea
And steal the time from some far moon
so words can take all afternoon,
Away beyond the speed of light
I’ll write a novel in one night.
Aeons beckon, if I want ’em…
…but I can’t have em’, ‘cos of Quantum.

By Terry Pratchett (1948-2015)

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FAREWELL UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR

Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But ’tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.

‘Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.

Farewell ungrateful traitor,
Farewell my perjured swain,
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But ’tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.

‘Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain,
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it,
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.

The passion you pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure,
When living is a pain.

By John Dryden (1631-1700)

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And then the “Parody” to “John Dryden’s Piece” is below: 

Farewell, misunderstandings
Farewell, past perjury!
Let not unhappy landings
void voyage verity.
The pleasure of possessing
surpasses all expressing
though bitter-sweet its blessing
once seemed, heave-ho heart’s pain!

If upgrades site proposes
can’t counter weary tears
when downgrade fate opposes
encounters change of gears,
those trophies once adorning
night, morning, witness mourning,
departure tells no dawning
when Judgement Day appears.

Deceptions past prepare us,
for neither pity, pain,
though some say: “Should you leave us,
has journey proved in vain? ”
Before you have denied it
there is no bliss beside it
yet she that once has tried it
shall find joy where all gain.

Some passion have pretended,
as game aimed to obtain
your charms – their charm soon ended,
the charmer you disdain.
Past tears have taken measure
of losing precious treasure,
but parting seems slight pleasure
when sharing hopes again.

By Jonathan Robin (2007)

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GOOD-BYE, FAREWELL, & C’est La Vie

Good-bye,

Farewell

And C’est la vie…

To the complications

That you have caused me.

To the rejections

That have wasted my time.

To your deceptions

That show your own failings.

To the mass of pain

That I’ve hidden and cried.

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I’m done with this unhappy ending

I’m taking back my hurtful pride.

I’m moving forward

Without anymore hesitation –

From your false friendship

That you’ve hidden behind.

No longer will I be a doormat

That foolishly wonders

What on earth went so wrong.

It takes two to make a real friendship

And now I valuing myself so much more!

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© debradml (2015)


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Day 23 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 23’s optional prompt, was to take a chance, literally. Challenging you to find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, whatever type it didn’t matter), then shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Then you had to begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keeping on going without stopping for five minutes. Afterwards you then had to take what was written and make it into a poem. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 23’s Prompt” I have chosen to use some cards a friend gave me as a gift a few years ago… “Healing with the Fairies” Oracle Cards by Doreen Virtue Ph.D., so I chose a Card and wrote a Poem based on that Card!

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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FOLLOW YOUR DREAMS

There lies the conundrum
Looking back at me
Urging me on, yet again
With hopeful abandonment
How many times though
Will I have to play the same hand
Over and over
Getting caught up in the in-between
Of the reality of real life
And trying to “Follow my Dreams”
Maybe I need a new set
That aren’t so far out of reach
Now that I stop and think though
Maybe, I do need to reboot
As their focus has become unclear
And try new approach
One last time…

© debradml (2015)

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Day 22 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 22’s optional prompt, was to write a “pastoral” poem. With the day also celebrating Earth Day, we were asked to write a poem that engages with nature~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 22’s Prompt” I have chosen a Nature Poem written by William Wordsworth, and then after that is my interpretation in the Challenge using today’s prompt! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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THE TABLES TURNED

 Up! up! my Friend, and quit your books;
Or surely you’ll grow double:
Up! up! my Friend, and clear your looks;
Why all this toil and trouble?

The sun, above the mountain’s head,
A freshening lustre mellow
Through all the long green fields has spread,
His first sweet evening yellow.

Books! ’tis a dull and endless strife:
Come, hear the woodland linnet,
How sweet his music! on my life,
There’s more of wisdom in it.

And hark! how blithe the throstle sings!
He, too, is no mean preacher:
Come forth into the light of things,
Let Nature be your Teacher.

She has a world of ready wealth,
Our minds and hearts to bless—
Spontaneous wisdom breathed by health,
Truth breathed by cheerfulness.

One impulse from a vernal wood
May teach you more of man,
Of moral evil and of good,
Than all the sages can.

Sweet is the lore which Nature brings;
Our meddling intellect
Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things:—
We murder to dissect.

Enough of Science and of Art;
Close up those barren leaves;
Come forth, and bring with you a heart
That watches and receives.

By William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

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MOTHER NATURE

To feel, breathe and connect

With the natural energy

Surrounding us

Brings an inner peace

That is indescribable…

Mother Nature is a quiet magic

That we so often take for granted

Getting caught up in

The ‘hustle and bustle’ of the modern world

But when we do… go and say hello

She embraces us purely, every time!

© debradml (2015)

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Day 21 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 20’s optional prompt, was to create an erasure! This involves taking a pre-existing text and blacking out or erasing words, while leaving the placement of the remaining words intact. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 20’s Prompt” I have chosen several Pictures, (randomly off the Internet), depicting this Style of Poetry and then after that is a Poem I have recently written, but it is not in-line with the style of todays prompt

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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MY LONG TIME LOVER

Each day I head to the beach

To wash away the dust

From the grind of the day.

And instantly I become calm and feel lighter,

Wetting my feet along the shore,

As I breathe in the fresh salty air,

There is nothing else like it for me,

It’s in my bones and forever to be.

It’s my long time lover,

My solace, my soul, my sea…

© debradml (2015)

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Day 20 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 20’s optional prompt, was to write a poem that states about the things you know

For example, “The sky is blue” or “Pizza is my favorite food”… Each line can be a separate statement, or you can run them together. The things you “know” of course, might be facts, or they might be a little bit more like beliefs.  ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 20’s Prompt” I have chosen a Poem by Famous Poet ~ Maya Angelou and then after that is my interpretation to the Challenge using today’s prompt! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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ALONE

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don’t believe I’m wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

There are some millionaires
With money they can’t use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They’ve got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Now if you listen closely
I’ll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
‘Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.

By Maya Angelou (1928-2014)
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CARING FOR THE ELDERLY
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It doesn’t take but a moment
To stop and listen
Give a smile
Hold a hand
Or a hug when needed…
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One day we may be where they are now
“In their shoes”
So I always try to think of that
If I was them, how would I be feeling
And it seems to work every time…
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Instantly calming one that is scared
Lost or confused
Some try to tell me that I have a magic touch
But I reply “No”
I purely just treat them how I would like to be treated!
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© debradml (2015)

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Day 19 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 19’s optional prompt, to write a landay. Landays are 22-syllable couplets, generally rhyming. The form comes from Afghanistan, where women often use it in verses that range from the sly and humorous to the deeply sardonic and melancholy~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 19’s Prompt” I have chosen a Poem & Picture from “The Poetry Foundation Website” – Landays: Poetry of Afghan Women, then after that is a Poem I have recently written but it is not in the form with todays prompt in the Challenge! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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Your eyes aren’t eyes. They’re bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.
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Is there not one man here brave enough to see
how my untouched thighs burn the trousers off me?
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For God’s sake, I’ll give you a kiss.
Stop shaking my pitcher and wetting my dress!
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I’ll kiss you in the pomegranate garden. Hush!
People will think a goat’s stuck in the underbrush.
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Come, let’s lie thigh against thigh.
If you climb on top, I won’t cry.
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Ouch! Don’t squeeze me so tight:
My breasts burn from becoming a woman last night.
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Bright moon, for the love of God,
Don’t blind two lovers with such naked light.
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Will there ever come a day
When our planets people
Can all live in peace?
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Will there ever come a day
When people can learn to value Diversity
And just get along?
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Will there ever come a day
When we can just simply respect and accept
Each others points of view or ideals?
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Sadly I don’t think it ever will
As the casualties of war
Are everywhere throughout this planet…
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Look around you,
In your workplace,
In your town,
Open your eyes and ears…
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If we can’t make it happen in our own backyards
How are we ever going to stop from escalating to another World War!?!
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© debradml (2015)
 

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Day 18 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 18’s optional prompt, to write a poem that involves an urgent journey and an important message. It could be historical, mythical, entirely fictional, or memoir-ical. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 18’s Prompt” I have chosen a Poem by Australian Poet – Banjo Patterson, then after that is my interpretation to todays prompt in the Challenge! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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THE FLYING GANG

A Railroad Song

I served my time, in the days gone by,
In the railways clash and clang,
And I worked my way to the end, and I
Was the head of the ‘Flying Gang’.

‘Twas a chosen band that was kept at hand
In case of an urgent need;
Was it south or north, we were started forth
And away at our utmost speed.
If word reached town that a bridge was down,
The imperious summons rang —
“Come out with the pilot engine sharp,
And away with the flying gang.”

Then a piercing scream and a rush of steam
As the engine moved ahead;
With measured beat by the slum and street
Of the busy town we fled,
By the uplands bright and the homesteads white,
With the rush of the western gale —
And the pilot swayed with the pace we made
As she rocked on the ringing rail.

And the country children clapped their hands
As the engine’s echoes rang,
But their elders said: “There is work ahead
When they send for the flying gang.”

Then across the miles of the saltbush plain
That gleamed with the morning dew,
Where the grasses waved like the ripening grain
The pilot engine flew —
A fiery rush in the open bush
Where the grade marks seemed to fly,
And the order sped on the wires ahead,
The pilot must go by.

The Governor’s special must stand aside,
And the fast express go hang;
Let your orders be that the line is free
For the boys in the flying gang.

By Andrew Barton Patterson (1864-1941)

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RUSH & HURRY

All the world

can get so caught up

with such rush & hurry.

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Forgetting that moments lost

cannot be reclaimed.

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I too have fallen victim to this crime, 

wondering what has happened 

to the past 20 years, since your were only four.

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In haste, as the time flew,

we got lost in the pace of the everyday grind.

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Now as the reality has hit home, 

we must make the time to stop and smell,

the so called roses,

along the rest of the journey!

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© debradml (2015)

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Day 17 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 17’s optional prompt, was to write a “social media”- style poem. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

 

So with “Day 17’s Prompt” I have chosen a Social Poem by “Henry David Thoreauto share with you even though its not in line with todays prompt, then after that is my attempt at the todays prompt for Challenge! 

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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I Knew A Man By Sight

I knew a man by sight,
A blameless wight,
Who, for a year or more,
Had daily passed my door,
Yet converse none had had with him.

I met him in a lane,
Him and his cane,
About three miles from home,
Where I had chanced to roam,
And volumes stared at him, and he at me.

In a more distant place
I glimpsed his face,
And bowed instinctively;
Starting he bowed to me,
Bowed simultaneously, and passed along.

Next, in a foreign land
I grasped his hand,
And had a social chat,
About this thing and that,
As I had known him well a thousand years.

Late in a wilderness
I shared his mess,
For he had hardships seen,
And I a wanderer been;
He was my bosom friend, and I was his.

And as, methinks, shall all,
Both great and small,
That ever lived on earth,
Early or late their birth,
Stranger and foe, one day each other know.

By Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)

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 So this is my “Social Media” Poem created from a Facebook Group I’m apart of called “Poetry In Motion” – in which I have used a Line from the past 14 pieces of poetry posted via 14 enttrants, to create this new poem… 

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From deep within ~ Lucy Roderick

Melody runs through my memory with rhyme ~ Patti Conely

Not a care in the world ~ Angel Poet

Till everything became a blur ~ Sabine 

Storm clouds choke morning light ~ Shawn D Standfast 

Knowing not the end ~ Vera Nebeskova

Sometimes hard ~ Sharon R Johnson

Unfettered by the past ~ Carolyn Waddell 

Hoping not to get tripped up on the traps of life ~ Colleen Ray Law-Tefft

The routes are littered with glory and strife ~ Adonvdo Aquadanvdo 

As you move up and onward with each successful step ~ CDavid Gregory

Lessons are learned down every trail ~ Greg Allen

And I wiped away a tear from my eye ~ Christy Holland 

Stirred by the melody ~

Your money or your life  ~ Craig G Berry

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Thanks goes out to these 14 Poets (in order) Lucy Roderick, Patti Conely, Angel Poet, Sabine Sam, Shawn D Standfast, Vera Nebeskova, Sharon R Johnson, Carolyn Waddell, Colleen Ray Law-Tefft, Adonvdo Aquadanvdo, CDavid Gregory, Greg Allen, Christy Holland, and Craig G Berry!


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Day 16 in the #NaPoWriMo Challenge

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Day 16’s optional prompt, to write in the form known as the terzanelle. ~ via The NaPoWriMo Website

A Terzanelle is a poetic form combining aspects of the villanelle and the terza rima. It consists of nineteen lines total, with five three-line stanzas and a concluding quatrain. Lines and rhymes are chained throughout the poem, so that the middle line of each triplet is repeated as the last line of the following triplet (or, for the last triplet, in the concluding quatrain).

 

So with “Day 16’s Prompt” I have chosen a Poem by South African Poet – Gert Strydom via “Poem Hunter.com”, then after is a Poem I have written recently for the Poetry In Motion, Community Group on Facebook – it is not a Terzanelle piece though

Happy reading and hope you all enjoy!

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DESTINY

Destiny sparks thundering through,
my life with an iron rod
and day after day I stand not knowing what to do

as if waiting for the presence of a god
to control
my life with an iron rod

and wherever I go wherever I stroll
destiny is still taking mastery
to control

as if the power that it wields, outreaches me
as if I am a slave with a curse
destiny is still taking mastery

of times in better and in worse
always pre-empting everything
as if I am a slave with a curse

and I am driven to wherever its whip rings cracking.
Destiny sparks thundering through,
always pre-empting everything
and day after day I stand not knowing what to do.

By Gert Strydom (1964-?)

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With the timing of the rainfall
Colliding with my heart
I let the melody of the moment
Take me over…

Letting it reach down deep
To within my soul
Unleashing an inner passion
I lose control…

Dancing away the dust
From what was once before
Soaking into every corner of my being
Leaves me feeling light and free…

 © debradml (2015)

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