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10 Years on WordPress #blogging #Thankyou

 

Its a wild ride

this blogging thing

with just a pen

hopefully a brain

we hope and pray

for some success

with all these words

it’s just a mess

I wish you well

as you begin

tales and fantasies

for children spin

 

*****

 

 

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This poem celebrates the years and the people I have met in the Blogsphere.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

blogging · Photography · Poetry

Looking #poetry #lostlove #rejection

 

I seek the approval of…

a lover

a friend

an intellect

a poet

an artist

 Hopelessly flawed

no one to

gaze

into my eyes

at the stars

share…

life

dreams

todays

tomorrows

Come write a …

symphony

a treatise

a legacy

a love song

Can anyone find me???

***

he loved her so

cold winter solitude

lost in the  night

***

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

Photography · Poetry

Deceived #poetry #archive

The façade has an appeal to the onlooker

It draws one in to experience more

It appears to offer shelter

Hope seems just a little further

 

Look closer for the truth

Your eyes have been deceived

No substance -it is empty

The facade is a shell

Nothing to offer – nothing at all

 

 

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month. Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

music · Photography · Poetry

La Luna #poetry #photography #alone #symbolism

clothed in shimmering white
She dances and sways
to a starry ritornelle
a gaze over her shoulder
catches her reflection
beams at  radiant beauty
delight as she changes with the tide

enshrouded in the cover of darkness
surrounded by empty silence
cold shivers fill the night
No audience to marvel “how lovely”
sheet music ruffles on vacant stands
alone in the loneliest of places

The Cosmos

*****

Moondustwriter celebrates 10 years of  blogging on Word Press. This is an archived poem from the first month (with some minor changes). Poetry is cathartic and I hope anyone who needs to blow off steam finds the outlet in writing.

As this posts, I will be in Africa doing what I love – teaching the children I write for. 10 years ago this was only a dream now this is an amazing reality.

Thank you Word Press for giving artists, writers, poets a place for venting, a place to fly…

To those of you who have encouraged me to not give up (you know who you are) I’m sending a bouquet of Thank Yous!!!

Poetry

Escaping The Vacuum #suicideprevention #lookclose #poetry

Do you know what it looks like

or how it sounds

despair is silent

suffocates, drowns

*

smug, thoughtless people

too much on their minds

close up their hearts

to the hard, undefined

*

Suicide isn’t a word, a feeling

it’s an unwelcome place

 a vacuum that sucks you

 life is displaced

*

 

 vacant and shallow

A terrible hole

only one exit sign

death rings its toll

*

emotions are fragile

frail like a bud

other times happy

this fix beyond any hug

*

outside’s a deception

“Oh, yes I’m okay”

tomorrow she’s hanging

thin string, there she sways

******

 

Do you know the signs of suicide?

“Sure, I took a class once in College”

You will only know if you ask hard questions

if you stand night time vigils

if you love without judgement

if you sacrifice your time

even then the signs are easy to covert…

 

My best friend hung herself at 20. I still ache.

Another close friend had the poison researched and set aside. One glass was all it would have taken.

My daughter almost took her life. I would beg from 3000 miles away for family, someone to help – so I got on a plane. Courage in the end saved her!!!

If you are going under for the third time, ask for help!!!

 

 

 

orphans · Poetry

The Brave Boy #fire #kindness #africa #orphan

If you could see my cracked tooth smile

would you say hello and stay awhile

I’d tell you about my life and the brook

sadly I have never ever read a book

but  I will soon one day

reach in my pocket and sail away

to a land of monsters, giants and such

dont be afraid I packed a lunch

He didn’t stop to think if he might be burnt. His schoolroom was in blazes. This little boy with a big heart and smile bravely gave his best. I pumped and pumped, the little ones carried and carried ,but the flames would not give in.

We sat and cried most of the books and desks did not survive. How do you begin again?

I later learned that this brave boy was all of three and became my youngest hero. What little child  doesn’t run and hide behind his mothers skirts? But I saw something in that soot circled smile that spoke of courage and worth.

The school was his future and like older kids he thirsted for knowledge. I’m sad to say he died before he could reach a goal.This three year old boy with no family carried water to the very edge of the fire; I will always see a soot circled smile coming back for another water jug.

Oh brave little boy your smile is your gift no matter what happens to your world. With each step you give generosity and  kindness. Wee little fingers, no shoes for your feet, but always you came skipping with love wrapped for me.

We wept at your passing. so few years were you given but I never can forget the youngest fire fighter to ever live.

 

 

 

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The Coming Storm #poetry #storm #dorian

The clock it is a ticking

which way am I to run

storm front at my doorstep

where did it come from

Fear can be my master

give way to its despair

I tremble in the closet

devastation is so near

cling to strength and promise

your shield will be there

the storm may be coming

it will not linger here

The Lord is good, a refuge in times of trouble. He cares for those who trust in Him

Nahum 1:7

Our prayers are with the dear people of the Bahamas and to those still in Dorian’s path.