[poetry] The Sun will Always Shine

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The day is gloomy,

The atmosphere is dire.

It’s a grand day for dark thoughts,

But don’t even bother.

The rain will fall,

The ground will be muddy,

But the sun will always shine.

It cuts through the darkness

Like a hot knife through butter.

It acts like a boomerang

And always comes back.

So let the sun shine.

Let it enter your life.

Let it brighten your day.

Give it a chance,

You just might like it.

The sun will always shine.

[poetry] Powers that Be

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Today I pray to the powers that be,

For the peace of mind to get through my day.

For the insight to recognize that my problems – while significant,

Are insignificant in our world today.

For the clarity to know that my livelihood is helping others.

 

Today I pray to the powers that be,

For the strength to rise up and stand for what I believe in.

For the power of love that radiates all around me.

For the creativity that courses through my veins.

For the belief that one day, things will get better.

 

Today I pray to the powers that be.

[poetry] To My Dearest Friends

Here we have ourselves, a Valediction! Also known as, an elaborate way of saying goodbye to someone. Or in this, so long.

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Goodbyes are hard enough as it is.

But when people just disappear all the time,

It’s hard to keep going after

Everything that’s happened.

But here I sit, writing this letter.

For me though, it’s not goodbye;

More like “So long.”

For every little thing you’ve done for me,

I can’t thank you enough.

You’ve always been there,

Through thick and thin, good and bad.

You let me lean on your when I cried,

Took care of me when I was sick or hurt.

The time we fought or

Trained together meant the world to me.

You guys are part of my family;

And they’re a ll so precious to me.

We’ve laugh and cried, screamed

And shouted. But please understand

That I never wanted to leave.

I’m not the kinda gal to beg

So put up with it just this once for my sake?

Don’t ever forget me.

I’ll never forget you.

We’ll meet again someday

I just know it!

We’re bonded together now

In a very tight chain.

Our links will never be apart.

Just like I’ll never be apart

From you.

So long my dear friends,

We’ll be together soon.

[poetry] Let Your…

Image I hope everyone is game for a little Free Verse today.  It started out with simple lines that I expanded from there.  Thank you for stopping by and for your likes and subscriptions!

Also, if you’re a frequenter of the index page, I’m going to work on making it a bit easier to follow.  Stay tuned! ^_^

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Let your voice soar like the eagles.

Don’t be afraid to sing like no one’s listening.

There aren’t enough of us out there

Willing to unite the folk through song.

Let your sorrows come undone.

It’s time.

Let the melody take over.

Dance for joy.

It’s okay to be yourself.

Let your heart find inner peace.

Love is all around you.

It might be hard to find.

Trust me – it’s there.

Look closer.

Look into my eyes.

Do you see the love in my eyes?

It’s always been there.

Let your voice give thanks.

Things could be that much worse.

The clothes on your back,

The food in your belly.

They could be gone in a quickening.

Cherish them;

Always.

Let your eyes revel in the beauty around you.

The birds are singing a beauteous melody.

The sun is streaming golden beams all around us all.

The landscape unmarred by man is a

Wonderful, majestic sight to behold.

Let your mind think for itself.

Don’t follow the crowd,

They could lead you toward disaster.

And think of all the people who would miss you then.

Let your feet carry you forward.

Your hopes and dreams

Mean so much more,

When realized with integrity.

Let yourself be happy.

Healthy body, strong mind.

You illuminate my life in ways,

I never thought before.

[poetry] Adventure

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I suppose one could say that getting back into writing poetry is going to let me explore the different styles all over again.  The other day, I wrote a sonnet and I appreciate those likes that every one left!  Today, I bring to you a dramatic monologue.  Enjoy it! 😀

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Come here, my child and listen well.

For today I have a wondrous story to tell.

It involves a young boy who loved to climb trees

And of the marvellous sights that he saw.

He began to climb trees at the age of three.

Much to the chagrin of his Mother,

He was quite sturdy on his feet and grinned a toothy grin

At his Mother whilst she stared in horror

At her baby boy.

He didn’t climb high

This boy was most certainly not feline in nature

As one day, he fell at the tender age of six.

With his arm in a cast and a sulk about his countenance

But alas, for it did not break his spirit.

The minute that the cast was removed,

He was ready to climb again.

He leapt out of the car and with a

Mighty barrelling that shook the earth around him to its core,

He cascaded up the tree, tickled pink to feel

The rough texture of bark under his fingers again.

His Mother, petrified to the ground by the gate to their yard

Stared slackjaw and wide-eyed at her reckless little boy.

Boys will be boys, she thought, oh she thought hard.

And in the end, when the little boy was done with his climb,

He came inside to eat dinner with the broadest

Grin on his face that his parents had ever seen.

They knew then and there what they’d been

Denying, avoiding, for such a long time.

They realized then and they still believe it now.

For their little boy with his scraped elbows,

Dirty knees and

Grass-stained denim shorts,

That he was destined for great things.

And great things he did.

He lives in our history, an icon, a martyr.

When the world cried foul after his many

Innings as a pitcher of politics,

He was cast aside, assassinated

And grew to infamy.

So I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m telling you this tale

Of adventure and tragedy.

Your life is a blessing and

You should take care.

Your adventure has just begun and

Don’t ever dream of letting it get away.

[poetry] Concentrated Badassery

She walks in beauty, like the night

Alone in thoughts, constant remorse;

Sword in hand, she starts the fighting

Strength and her brawn the only course;

She’ll fight for what she thinks is right

Justice is her mightiest force.

Basking in moonlit afterthoughts

Her breath, a cooling, wispy mist;

Looking down, she spots a small pot

With glinting contents in her midst;

She’s bold and reaches like a bot

Checking off found gold from her list.

She runs, like a thief without guilt

Through the city she calls her home;

Her base that she carefully built

Is well concealed her humble Rome;

Plundering the rust coloured silt

Her victory flawless in chrome.

[fanfic] Honesty is the Best Policy

It’s late and the room is dim with the exception of the lamp by my bedside. I can’t quite seem to settle down and I can’t stop smiling.

You see, there’s this girl and I’ve liked her since we were kids in the Orphanage together. I knew from right then and there that I was meant to be with that girl whose eyes were so full of life. I’ll never leave her and she’s the reason why I gave up chasing skirts.

Really. Irvine Kinneas is officially a retired womaniser thanks to one Selphie Tilmitt. Like, being head over heels in love with your best friend can have a crazy effect on a guy. One second you’d do anything to get a date with the newest, prettiest cadet in Garden and then Selphie came back into my life and reminded me of who was my one and only. I’ll forever hold her above all the others and I’ll treasure her always.

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[fanfic/lyrics] One and Only Treasure

Author’s Note: These lyrics are inspired by the lyrics of the beautiful song Ichiban no Takaramono by LiSA and are sung to the same melody.  Ichiban no Takaramono is an insert song for the character Yui from the anime Angel Beats!  Which reminds me that I really need to give this series a rewatch and keep the tissues handy.

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[original] The Knight and the Dragon

(The following story was based upon the writing prompt shown on the left. It may seem a bit juvenile but I wrote it with younger readers in mind!)

    Once upon a time in a land far away lived a kindly old knight. He was very wise for a man of his years and had trained many great knights in his time. Many of those knights had gone on to do many great deeds but that is a story for another day.

    The kindly old knight wore his armor with care. It shone from hours of meticulous attention as the sun’s rays bounced off it happily. With his shield on his right arm and his mighty sword strapped to his back, he was busy walking the trail toward what many thought was a town to rest for the night. Little did those he passed know that he was off to visit his dear friend the old, wise dragon.

    Now who would’ve thought that there would ever be a dragon that man would be friends with? Well this was no ordinary dragon. He was rather small for a dragon and didn’t have many dragon friends as a result. The dragon also didn’t like to terrorize the countryside and have knights from all over the world coming to slay him. He guarded no treasure nor did he breathe any fire. He was merely a small blue dragon with hide the colour of the ocean and carefully filed claws.

    The knight with his long white beard and matching moustache marched along the trail between the farmlands with purpose and the country folk paid him no mind. They thought that he was on patrol to protect the people from brigands and that was all right with them. He walked for quite some time through the rolling countryside hills dotted with brush and outlined with the bright green treetops on the horizon until at last he came to the cave where the dragon lived.

    “Hello, my friend!” the knight called into the mouth of the jagged cave. “Are you home?”

    “I am, my friend Bob.” the dragon replied with a raspy lisp. He was a very polite dragon and always spoke to his friends with great respect. “I have just put on some tea, would you like to join me for a cup?”

    “I thought you’d never ask, Steve.”

    Bob entered the cave without caution as this was not your typical dragon. The fragrant smell of Steve’s tea filled the air as the knight went into the well-lit home and settled himself on an old wooden stool. The duo engaged in the usual pleasantries between the two of them. The kids were doing fine and making names for themselves, the wives were fine and the kingdom they called home was at peace. Bob and Steve talked with each other for quite some time before Bob rose to his feet.

    “I’m afraid that I must be on my way back home, my friend,” Bob explained. “My wife is expecting me home and I must not be late.”

    With a rumbling laugh, Steve bobbed his head. “Just one minute, Bob.”

    Steve went into the kitchen of his home and returned a few moments later with a carefully wrapped package in his hands. It was a freshly prepared sweet bread for the old dragon had grown tired of the taste of meat and had turned to sweets instead.

    “For your wife and children my friend,” Steve said as he held the package out to Bob which he took with pride.

    “Thank you, my friend. I’m sure that we’ll enjoy it greatly. You’ve always baked the sweetest treats for me and my family.”

    “I am glad to hear that,” Steve replied as Bob made his way out of the cave to start his journey back to his village.

    Steve stood at the entrance to his cave and watched Bob walk over the hills until he could no longer see his friend on the horizon. He knew that his friend would visit him again sometime in the future months as he went back inside his cave to enjoy the rest of his day in contentment.