Every Time I Cry #poetry #Uganda

 

I dot my eyes

 tears continue to fall

 smiles and sounds start to dim

their imprint lays on my heart

the beat of love calls within

 tho it hurts to say “goodbye”

 tomorrow’s hope is in my hand

I wiggle its fingers

I dot my eyes

  warmed by the setting  Ugandan sun

 

 

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Young #atozchallenge

sea foam line

yesterday I stubbed my toe

nothing was making sense

my imprints vanishing

closed in by life’s fence

today I followed my footsteps

retraced some of my steps

jumped similar  waves

discovered no more regrets

tomorrow I’ll follow my heart

no matter the cost

sing to you and the sea birds

our smiles will never be lost

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Where do you find your younger self?

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People to enjoy these last few days with the A to Z Challenge:

Under the Freeway #poetry

Roosevelt quote pen

 

We are limited by future’s doubts

truth’s wall said something once

the words worn off

time does that

when we don’t listen

the mindless fool errodes

*

messages in spray paint

educated on the street

children play under the freeway

the people live in a cloud

breathing the fumes of lies

today is the tomorrow we feared

grafitti

 

The prompt at Poets United Mid -Week motif is Foolishness.

 

Where is Tomorrow??? #devotion #poetry #photography

love me calla

What shelf is broad enough

to place my burdens and my pains?

what jug deep, wide and stout

my tears won’t wash away?

Where can I lay my head

a little rest to gain?

your hand I reach for in the night

and beg you please to stay

*

I wander in the shadows now

not sure what tomorrow brings

but this my cry into the night

I will not fail to sing

my voice no longer is in tune

(tho) you hear with no hindering

I smile because I know you care

you bear me on broad wings

This poem is written to encourage any of you who feel too weak to raise your head off the pillow of sorrow, loneliness or pain.

Rest in the LORD and wait patiently for Him…

 Psalm 37:7

On God my salvation and my glory rest; The rock of my strength, my refuge is in God.

Psalm 62:7

Be still black back

 

 Today – I’d like to share this with Poet’s Pantry and GodVerse.

Where Leadeth Tomorrow? #newyear #haibun #poetry

4157929_orig bridgeA way lit to tomorrow

shadows frown from yesterday

a foot on crooked path

will it lead me astray?

The questions I’m hearing

hammer in my head

where am I going?

to what has this led?

I must strive ever forward

too late to look back

sun light is coming

awakening my track

*

bridge of unknowing

shadows block the way

rays warm tomorrow

I’m taking a shot at the Ligo Haibun Challenge.  This haibun is a combination of prose and haiku based on the prompt of the photograph.

Tomorrow #pain #amwriting #poetry

The sun will come up …

Tomorrow

and I bet

I’ll face this all

tomorrow

it’s not fun

*

Just thinking about

tomorrow

cancer eats the joy

and leaves a sorrow

today its won

*

When Im stuck in a day

that’s sad and lonely

I must fall on my knees

and hope

and pray

*

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

 a pain free

tomorrow

is always a hope

away

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Annie’s Version:

Tomorrow

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar
That tomorrow
There’ll be sun!

Just thinkin’ about
Tomorrow
Clears away the cobwebs,
And the sorrow
‘Til there’s none!

When I’m stuck a day
That’s gray,
And lonely,
I just stick out my chin
And Grin,
And Say,
Oh!

The sun’ll come out
Tomorrow
So ya gotta hang on
‘Til tomorrow
Come what may
Tomorrow! Tomorrow!
I love ya Tomorrow!
You’re always
A day
A way!

From Annie

The prompt at Never Ending Story is Tomorrow and at Poet’s United – Verse First is Ordinary.

Some of us face extreme pain as part of our daily, ordinary lives.  I have managed 22 pain filled years without narcotics (except when I’ve been hospitalized).

You can sing my version of “Tomorrow” I have.  I added Annie’s version because she faced a wall of Tomorrows and managed a smile with each one. To each of you who are enduring I hope for a sun filled Tomorrow.

Letting Go of My Hand (Poem)

I held her small hand

walked into the marketplace of life

when did her hand become strong?

She let go –  seemed the right time

Watching her shape fade

into the tapestry of tomorrow

wrought pain

Was it pain?

Or was it missing future memories?

I  felt this pang once before

when all the memories of the past melded

the day my hand was big

I entered the marketplace and

let go of my mother’s

hand

never turned back

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