Let's Fix This Attitude And Show Some Gratitude...

Wandering far in a pensive mood,
My heart grabbed a mystery thought,
A child was born darkness gone,
A light pierced the dark brick walls.

Twelve years have gone,
In a temple so strong,
Preaching to all there's nothing wrong,
Still this event pierced her heart.

In a world gone tough he chose to be,
The one who heals the hearts so rough,
She chose to be the strength to him,
With all the swords piercing her heart.

Thirty years passed by,
And within three,
They chose to see,
The end of him.

Leaving aside the mighty sight,
Leaving aside the crown he owns,
Hiding all the might he holds,
He came to Earth to set us free.

We chopped a tree,
We made a cross,
We placed it on the mighty one,
We never knew he holds the Earth.

We nailed him on that cursed cross,
He turned it into a blessing at once,
She stayed with him, she raised him up,
She never let him down, but pierced her heart,
No words can say how much they've done.

The insults he heard on the wooden cross,
Is still on Earth no matter what,
We never learn, we never get enough,
Let's fix this attitude and show some gratitude,
For the sorrows she bared and the blood he shed,
To save the Earth from a scary death.

-Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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Oh, Sweet Maiden!

A burning flame, Glaring at, the steaming lane, The land of all, massacred slaves, Ripped by love, the origin of fate. Oh, that land, the rose crammed bed, Jammed with laughs, and smiles unshed, Pure as the heart, of an infant at rest, Led by the God, of foul prospects. The enchanter, of the dark, To the illusion, of a delicate arch, With the maiden, of sweetness at heart, Stepped in to, a mirrored witchcraft. Swinging and swaying, the ballerina passionate, Sliding and leaping, the pianist considerate, Stumbling and collapsing, the maiden naïve and laid, Weeping and hollering, through the crack sorcery reigns. Maiden, sweet maiden, dumbstruck, betrayed, Threw fits at the mirrors, of the enchanted cave, Left at the wilderness, to wither and break, Oh, sweet maiden, Queen Insane. -Nataliya Ludwick- @thepoeticvoyage

Your Only Choice...

Looking at the clock, Trying hard to stop, The time that runs, With more to be done. Staring at the setting sun, The wind conveys, the night has begun, Fakely accepting, the praises that surrounds, With regrets about, the things undone. The curious eyes, started her chase, Girls with grins, running out of the gates, Guys crawled in, with their long face, Another hopped to shop, with the money he made. The doves flew towards their cage, Owls flew out, with their scary gaze, They all switched shifts, each and every day, For nature's company, isn't that great? When things take place, in unexpected ways, Good things take time, is what they say, Sorrow and joy, may join the same day, Life needs the company of patience, is what I say, In this life things may delay, But your only choice is to stay. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

I Continued...

Looking through, the window inside, On this wonderful day, the sun is bright, Little birds sing, a joyful rhyme, A bride prepares, for her carriage ride, In between four walls, I continued to write. Children screamed, come quickly let's hide, By the tree he sat, for the shade they provide, Cheerful little girls, enjoyed the slide, Mom continued to say, "come eat your rice", In between four walls, I continued to rhyme. The silver fountain, standing tall outside, With the sun's rays, it had to shine, The birds dance, and sing inside, What a beautiful day, what a beautiful sight, In between four walls, I continued with a sigh. For understanding there was, a great big fight, To understand and forgive, was a great big crime, Living with regrets, is the lesson taught by life, In this crowded world, I could not cry, In between four walls, I continued to fake smile. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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