Her Panda on the Phone...

The world is a confusion,

It's true, I know,

But please, let me confuse you,

A little bit more,

With a thought, that fades her heart,

Then makes it glow,

And makes her realize, in the storm,

Is where she'll grow.

Let's talk about a bear,

Two colors, opposite to each other,

One pitch dark, as charcoal,

And the other white, as snow,

On the trees, in the forest,

They climb and aimlessly roam,

Oh how relatable,

To her panda on the phone.

Let's talk about pride,

It continues to fight,

With you, and your own,

But shedding a bitter, and heavy tear,

For a million minuets, that blow,

In the wind, and melt like the snow,

I would say maybe it's not pride but fear.

You'll never know.

Let's talk about a smile,

That's hidden under the snow,

A sweet smile, under the snow white fur,

Of her panda on the phone,

You'll not see it well,

Unless you look very close,

A sneak peak maybe,

Cause her panda is on the phone.

Let's talk about me,

I'm a poem she wrote,

What's on her mind, in and out I know,

I buried them all, under each stanza, I spoke,

Oh please don't panic,

He might not read me, he might not know,

This too will float, in the air and go,

Cause he's her panda on the phone.

-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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