The Poetic Voyage - Poetry Of Life's Journey

Unable to escape, from the world's snare, A stray mind runs, here and there, There's peace in the world, and here's your share, Together let's sit, and work, on your heart's repair. Look around, they'll never declare, The burden's they carry, they are aware, They'll never let you know, cause it's there's to bear, Instead you'll see, the fake smiles, they wear. In a closed room, they sit on a chair, They uncover their face, it's filled with despair, If only we could, sneak in, to hear their blare, But how can we sneak, into a heart's prayer? For sure in life, they do really care, On things left behind, that we are unaware, Just like you, they too would have prepared, For a second chance, that flew away in the air. I know this life, is so unfair, It's better to ignore than to compare, Let go off this life? Don't you dare, A second chance is precious, thus rare. -Debra R. ...

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-

Looking at the golden clock, I barely hear the tick tock, tick tock, In a distance I hear a noisy flock, I cannot see through the door lock. Looking through the glass I saw, A hunter aiming from afar, I heard him laugh, I saw little paws, Oh yes I know, he's never to crawl. Once again that golden clock, Now I hear the tick tock, tick tock, In just a while I heard her growl, With a sorrow the world should never allow. Maybe the flock told her the news, Maybe she tried to stop the abuse, Already I guess, she miss little paws, The flock flew high with their sad songs. I saw her lie on the ground, Where little paws blood, she found, Adding drops of tears so rare, That tore the heart of mama bear, While tick tock reigned in the air. -Debra R. N. Ludwick-