The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Rain drops on the glass of my window, Tear drops on the cheeks of a widow, Rain drops can't harm a sparrow, Tear drops go wash off her sorrows. Rain filled the empty wheel barrow, Mud filled the empty holes so hollow, In the rush there's no bucket to borrow, To collect all the ceaseless tears of a widow. Come let's run to the river so shallow, Let's pick up all the poor dying willows, There you go pick them all little kiddo, Let's go plant it right next to the widow. Though you can't, dear river so shallow, Her tears will save the poor dying willows, Don't be scared, she's got you little kiddo, You will rise when the plants grow dear widow. Come lay down on this fluffy pillow, That's alright come pour out your sorrows, Can you see? God protects the defenseless sparrow, You are more precious to God, Dear aching heart of a widow. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

A week so hard, just passed by, I'm alive with an unending sigh, My mind filled with "when, how and why?" Calming my heart with childish lies. What can I do rather than lie? To me myself who can't make up my mind, I wish I could scream so loud and cry, But all sudden shocks, locked my tears inside. So many thoughts haunting my mind, Not one thought stayed for a while, One after the other took turns in no time, To haunt the mind, you're right, not only mine. Even through all, one thing I realized, To you I make it a point to highlight, Humanity hides in many stubborn minds, It pops out when we face hard times. I've read and heard many rhymes, I've read and seen it with my own eyes, It was mentioned clearly even in my life guide, We should not welcome a stubborn mind. To be honest before ending this rhyme, This mind that encouraged me to write, Is a very stubborn one, yes, you read it right, I know it's bad to have

When time came for flames to reign, Reaching out to the mourning skies, The struggle was great in the mission to save, The heritage that brought us light. At its sight, the poor eyes, Who never saw her stand with might, Saw her burn through the screen of time, In the news that shrunk deep down inside. With might she stood, Through the sun and the rain, No war could harm or leave a stain, Even the flames had no choice but fail. The faith was great in the sight of tragedy, She stood safe at the darkest history, The world cried out revealing her story, She has our love and that's no mystery. She proudly held the crown of thorns, She stood so tall to crown many thrones, During this tragic memory we cannot throw, We kneel down in prayer pleading for a glow. We plead in the midst of the fumes so dark, With hearts pierced by thorns so sharp, We had no choice but watch the flames, That chose to reign burning our hearts. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Travelling to a distance so far, Running away from the noise in the car, Leaning my head on a steel bar, I looked down to the road of tar. Dragging in my sleep with a yawn, My mom spoke loud, "It's new years dawn", Lifting my eyes to the skies so blue, I wished I had some permanent glue. I'll tell you why, you'll need it too, I wish I could say "Oh Grumpy you", There's a word called admiration too, But then again to start with whom? Looking back to the skies so blue, Thinking of what I can do, My heart said stop thinking of glue, So I wrote this rhyme just for you. I don't know you, You don't know me, Well, that's very true, But far away across the breeze, I felt you were grumpy too, Just smile, say cheese, Don't let it fade with the breeze, I'll come back to say peekaboo. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

I chose to lay in a closed room, Just to escape the words of doom, In a world who hates the flowers that bloom, I wish I could talk to someone, but whom? I shut my eyes for a while, I covered my ears to say it's fine, To stay alone and take my time, But oh no, my troublesome mind. In the world filled with places to wander, With marvelous creations called wonders, And man-made crafts out of timber, This mind just chooses to stay and linger. Lingering in the same old place, As if it's the final phase, I show it through my bitter face, Why can't I just run life's race? Tired is the biggest lie, I tell my mind with a sigh, Sleep is the place I find to hide, I better go read my life guide. The life guide we must read, We find no fear or reasons to weep, Especially before every leap, And at every point you feel too weak. The best gift I've ever received, Is my heart that truly believes, The guard is above to give me relief, Thr

In this world, things start and end, The world is a sphere we've known it since then, Johnny knew not that his joy would end, He played his ace every now and then. Johnny ruined a garden with flowers, He plucked all and showed them his powers, Johnny missed this one important thing, He left the flower in a dirt filled bin. The bin was left to decompose and stink, The flower had all the seeds in it, Johnny and his friends helped her out with trash, The flower grew her seeds and came out with a crash. Johnny and friends happened to come by, "Look at this flower oh my, oh my", Flower did not bother to stay by, She grew up so strong towards the sky. Johnny believes he can put an end, He goes back to his garbage tent, To think about her end and when, Flower bothered not, but grew strong even then. Oh I'm sorry dear friend, you're a flower no more, But a tree so strong, there's more to grow, Dear Johnny and friends, she's on

That relaxing evening, I sat down and gazed, Running down my memory lane, Stepping out to shut the gate. Seated in my garden space, Pulling out a wooden chest, With birds around I couldn't chase, They flew around, staring at my face. I told them all, how much I've grown, In this life, I've never known, I paused a while to show the path, Spreading all memories on a huge cloth. Picking up one at a time, Setting all in the memory line, Seeing myself panic that day, Releasing a sigh with nothing to say. Lifting up my eyes I said, "That was a time, I should have obeyed", "This taught me so much" with a smile I said, Saving my smile that memory I laid. Picking up the next I said, "This was fun, come have some bread", I told them all the games I've played, With a joyful heart that memory I laid. With a gentle knock on the gate, I knew it was mom, when I saw a wave, Safely storing all memories in the chest, I

All of us human beings, Cannot exist without a beam, That keeps us all, erect and tall, We hide it in the inner wall. The inner walls of our hearts, Hide them all with just a grin, The clever of all, she knows the art, She stores it well, there's no upper brim. There's no upper brim, To pour it out, A well-sealed rim? Let's figure it out. Let's figure it out, Together right now, There's coffee to pour, off the spout, Oh, my my my, I love your gown. Oh, my my my, I love your gown, The repeated line, right above, Came knocking at, your little heart, To say you're special, among the crowd. To say you're special, among the crowd, I know you worked and spent a lot, To afford that much, for a pretty gown, Cause hidden behind the complement and the gown, Is the heart that earned, a new beam from the crowd. The heart that earned, a new beam from the crowd. Filled herself, with her innocent pride, Gifted her face with the

Gazing up to the stars that shine, Striving hard to end a sleepless night, With thoughts that haunt the disturbed mind, A sigh escaped blowing off the lights. Laying one palm on the beating heart, Pouring out the teardrops, With a palm that seals the stammering lips, She failed to save her heart that was lit. Gazing back at the stars that shine, Inquiring how they shine so bright, Whispering, "You'll never know fire's crime", She realized it's the fire that lights. Staring up with misty eyes, With thankful lips she praised the skies, That holds the stars, who chose to light, The earth during the day and the night. With shameful lips and a silent cry, She thanked the starts for standing by, Not to hug and make her mild, But to show her the forgotten side. This one thought that crossed her mind, She made a point to get it right, Her heart that burns for this sleepless night, Will be a light that indeed will guide, Many lit hea

I remember several things in life, Looking deep down in time, I see how high I've climbed, Time so kind made me smile. Advises I've got throughout my life, Lessons I've learned along with time, People I've met on mountains I climbed, Friends I've earned with just a smile. Swimming in the pool of life, Climbing up the hill of time, Not knowing how high to climb, We just hold on with a pleasing smile. Things I say about our life, I hope you have, noticed this time, Don't just say no, go back and climb, My playful rhyme with your cute smile. Certainly, it is our uncertain life, That makes it hard with flying time, And the toughest hills we must climb, But don't forget to save your smile. By the way, I hope you find, Four important words in my playful rhyme. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

Waking up from my travel sleep, Staring at the moving trees, I shockingly saw through the windscreen, Oh no no, it’s us and not the trees. Coming out of my lazy sleep, I could not resist, but day dream, My mind ran back, just like the trees, Back to the past, where things were neat. I was then, much smaller and weak, I used to cry and stumble and weep, For no reason at all, now I see, I was small, I just had to breathe. I wish I knew it, when I was small, I wondered why, no one ever spoke up, Oh, I remember, I asked them to shut up, Not with my words, but with my work. Thinking of the past so mild, Honoring my face with a broad smile, Telling myself, those days were fun, Looking at the teens who run. You who own that sweet age, I know you own and run the stage, But let me have the mic for a while, Please don't frown, I want you to smile. I wish you have fun times like mine, With that thought I share this rhyme, Be aware of the things you

Walking down my street of life, There's a lot to see, a lot to find, Waking up on a noisy street, I lost all peace with fading dreams. Roaming around in my pleasing world, Everything was good even without a word, Opening up to the busy world, My heart sank in, to write a word. A word about the busy world, A word about our ruined world, A word about the selfish begins, A word about the shameless scenes. Respect and love used to be, The King and Queen in every being, Was it so, or was it my dream? I'll never know, I'm forced to fit in. Many times, I've said, you know, The world is harsh, is it so? Never a time I've thought alone, Is it I, who don't know to grow? Rushing back to the world I own, Looking up to a nearby glow, I heard a voice that spoke so slow, You are well grown, that I know. I made you so, I'll let you know, There's no need to fit in, but you must grow, Not in the dark but in the glow, I'll b