Forever And More, God I'm Your Child...

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 a stubborn mind.

But then again, it reigns in my mind,
A stubborn mind, to do good is alright,
But whatever happens I must keep in mind,
Even though I carry this stubborn mind,
Forever and more, God I'm your child.

-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

The Untold Goodbyes...

To the sky, a gun was fired, A bird shot down, tangled on a wire, Bidding farewell, to the life he desired, He missed a beat, that the heart required. A frizzy worm fell, off his beak, A drizzle of hay, slipt from his feet, The flock flew away, with cries and screams, While baby bird in the nest, longed for his meal. That innocent soul, lifted into the skies, With desires, hopes, and baby bird in mind, The skies absorbed, the sorrows with sighs, And mourns reigned, for an untold good bye. Tear drops escaped, the eyes of the sky, Rain drops fell, on the nest so fragile, Baby bird wondered, why isn't dad on time, Until the nest fell off, while his broken heart cried. Lying on, the muddy floor, Looking up, he saw a door, That opened wide, with a bright glow, With four wings spread wide, and a cheerful hello. A sweet chirp said, "come darling let's go", Another said "Dads with you, our little fellow",...

Dear Future Husband....

Obeying the rules of quarantine, Seated on my roof top, To enjoy the beauty, I quietly sat on a wooden chair, Towards my left, I watched the streets, The roads were bare, But the birds, flew freely in the air. The cuckoo of a Koel, Was heard from my right, He looks like a crow, With dark red eyes, The squirrels ran, From branch to branch, Butterflies flew, Decorating my view. Along with this, I began to dream, Of my future, And of course, of you, Don't blame me my dear, But when I think of you, I know I am very inquisitive, To know our future, to get to know you. As I sit, I wonder, When will we meet, As I sit, I wonder, How will we meet, My dear, I prefer, If we find ourselves, And my parents; your in-laws, They too prefer the same. I wonder, will you hold my hand, As I dream, I wonder, will you cheer, When I succeed, I'm impatient, to know, Your passions, your hobbies, I'm impatient, ...

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