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",...

Together Let's Plead...

There used to be days, He stared at the waves, With a smile on his face, Though his heart was scraped. For understanding he craved, Hiding in a dark cave, His sorrows were caged, By the judgments raised. He had no right, to shed a tear, In the light, he lived in fear, To survive, he did not need a beer, Yes he lives, on Earth, right here. The world would say, he's care free, I see him walking, bare feet, This sunny day, on the tar street, They helped him out, the shady trees. This sorrow my friend, would fade away, Our life on Earth, is a short stay, I know you're hurt, in many ways, To the selfish world, we all are preys. Feelings have turned from gold to steel, Idle creeps in to this life, to steal, Each day that ends, is a falling leaf, It's hard, to wake up, from this bad dream, To the one above, together let's plead. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-

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