It's Me Again, Dear Mr. Darcy...

Do not doubt it, I am a Swiftie,

I know the importance, of the number thirteen,

I wish I could throw it, to the deep sea,

Cause it's lucky for her, but not for me,

She's gifted, and thirteen, she doesn’t need.

Passing by that day, increasing my speed,

I heard that voice, for the first time, clearly,

It was her birthday, I did feel happy,

But a month later, they drowned me, in water,

That did not, at least, reach my knees.

Stepping in that day, obeying the command,

Closer to the stars, but farther from the land,

It was packed and crowded, like it never had,

I felt the need, of a helping hand,

A caring heart, only to understand.

Things went worse, on my return,

A lonely house, instead of my home,

The silent cry, from a heart that burn,

Thunder struck our minds, going from bad to worse,

The loudest noise, I've ever heard.

In the rush, falls a tear, for the camels gone rotten,

With troubles of their own, the world has forgotten,

There's smoke, in Melbourne, that continues to haunt,

A soldier might not see, his baby's first walk,

And your kingdom, continues to expand in my heart,

Up to date, Dear Mr. Darcy.

Oh yes, it's me again, Debbie.

-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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