WELCOME TO MY PLANET DEBZ...

Good day dear mates,
Close your eyes for a while,
Lock your mouth and smile,
Lock your ears it's fine,
I won't let tears overtake this ride.

Get on to my jet,
Tighten your belts,
Get back and relax,
It's true what you felt,
A new journey begins.

I hope you don't forget,
We are boarding a jet,
A quick ride along,
A planet you've met,
You can call her planet Debz.

We've made it dear mates,
Come see the whole place,
It's all what I want,
All wishes I grant,
Only have a quick glance.

This is my lovely planet,
I come here all the time,
I have no specific time,
It's all just mine,
And what's mine is mine.

Alright now mates,
Show me your capes,
My guards need to make,
A quick body check,
You cannot take anything out.

The door is sealed,
It's not a big deal,
If there's a tag,
Which says it's Debz's,
You'll just burn out.

Trust me my mates,
No one was healed,
No one took it out,
Unless I let it out,
Cause I'm the queen,
On my planet Debz.

We're back on Earth,
My dear mates,
Jealous aren't you,
Of my planet Debz?
There's no need to be,
My dear mates,
Just don't debate.

Go board your jet,
Have your time,
Get what's yours,
In the wonderland you've Got,
Like Alice and I.

-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-

The Narrowing Stream...

When it was time, to be in my mother's reach, I would have welcomed the world, with my baby scream, With my mom and dad, I made my safety team, Oh how I longed, to complete all my vaccines, By that time, I've come all the way to my teens. From then to now, I longed to see, Myself on, the highest mountain peaks, My fears ranged, covering my path with steam, This mind haunted the nights, stealing my sleep, Forever I'm stuck, with these daily routines. How on Earth are these things worth it? To trade my joy, to trade my sleep, I scare my heart, in my mind I scream, When it comes to my life, I feel like a machine, Even they do stop, at their highest degrees. I long and long, forever in life's streets, With one in hand, to the next I reach, This is how the world goes, not only for me, This life on Earth is a narrowing stream, And this stream, seems to be based, on our dreams. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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