All in a Days Work
To collect the pollen prize from the #wildflower in the meadow,
They would be successful in the #conquest once they had returned to their Queen,
Monday, 1 February 2021
Sunday, 31 January 2021
Gimme, Gimme, Gimme, the #word to #rule
Gimme. Gimme, Gimme the #word,
To #rule the word to be heard,
The word is love,
Oh can it be heard above,
The rule of love,
To trust the feelings of the word,
For one to become two,
Saturday, 30 January 2021
Gossamer Butterflies
Forget-me-not the true love said,
Faithful love is there to give,
As #butterflies come and go,
Remembering the delicate blue of a mouse's ear,
A fairy darts opening her wings #gossamer like silk a spectacular sight if ever seen,
Wrong Love
#Wrong, wrong, wrong the mind was screaming at the heart,
The heart was in despair for it thought it was true love,
Blinded by the facts the heartache it was put through,
A soul in turmoil trying to calm the storm,
Who was ruling who, the heart or the mind,
The mind #slammed the thought of true love as the heart had been hurt before,
#Slam the thought before the heart could hurt anymore,
The body still lay on the #floor a #caricature of a vision seen before,
With that #butterfly sensation like never before,
Tuesday, 26 January 2021
Broken Hearted
A heart that is broken feels the pain,
The deepest cuts that remain,
A reminder of a love so true,
For that is what it meant to you,
A Fool's Journey
Dream Big,
A Fool's journey it is, day dream within the dreams,
Write Briefly with the ink capturing the visions that were seen,
Mindful that the thoughts do not wilt, crawl through the mind seeking whispers of a kind,
The secret messages from the Devine, vibrant tunes in poems sung, to stir a hearts rhythm only another love can understand,
Searching the Country with love in mind,
Seeking a twin flame to become entwined,
Monday, 25 January 2021
Winterbourne Tears
#Winterbourne on tears of pain,
Stream stained scars that remain,
Dry reminder of the flood that day,
Transient nature of a broken love,
That has gone away,
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