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The games of ghosts and scares of the night Are never the ones I wanted to see. The howls of the wolves Or the cooing of the owls The stories in the dark With my sister holding the light Are haunted house visions that give me a fright.   The haunting music that signals a scare And the scary stories at bedtime were never my thing. My sister, however, was much braver than me Eagerly waiting for those shows on TV. She’d keep me up at all hours of the night, Enjoying my squirming, and always sudden flight.   Secretly though, I would happily give My big sister’s longing for moral support. She was always the happiest the scarier the tale. Yet with every review, I would find a way to bail. The haunted houses and stories are just not my thing But I love my big sister, so I stayed with my eyes closed – listening!   27/10/2021   Please share your thoughts, comments, emojis with me! There are no easy buttons but life sure works ...

Sometimes it’s hard to decide What treat it’s safe to eat. The chocolates And cheesecake slices Ice cream delights And biscuits Are ready and waiting for me. Yet, I pause a lot Because the calories I’m counting And gratification comes at a cost. Will my diet go haywire Will my discipline be derailed I’m still thinking what choice I will make.   However, in my mind I know it will be A frozen yogurt Of any flavor  I will choose. After the first bite And that delicious creamy taste It is the obvious decision on my plate. I don’t ever feel guilty Because with this treat My cravings are satisfied to the max. It’s the afterglow I get When my urges are met Thus, I’m sated, and elated Without wrath.   18/10/2021   Please share your thoughts, comments, emojis with me! There are no easy buttons but life sure works well with options! 😃😎😊😍👍😣🤦‍♀️   Eugi’sCauserie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem. ...

  Autumn will take me to another place  Not w here I am But where I wish to see again. There is no autumn in the Caribbean But we have some days that remind me of That other place.   The Caribbean breezes And the warm beach on an evening The orange and yellow sky On a morning, sometimes Remind me of that autumn place I hope to see again.   Before my memory fades And I forget all I wish to remember I want to feel that wisp  of a chill That heralds a new season is close. The days I love them most With colors  to be adored – like me I miss that autumn place.     13/10/2021   Please share your thoughts, comments, emojis with me! There are no easy buttons but life sure works well with options! 🙂😍😎😊🙋‍♀️👍🙄😣   Eugi’sCauserie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem. Copyright ©2021 Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley. All Rights Reserved.    

  I am at peace with my past, though it still trips up my present now. The things that push me forward, disturb my inner joy. What lies beneath the surface, is hidden from all view The peace that I enquire on, daily gets to be renewed.   Peace does not run before me, nor do I leave it behind The way that life unfolds for me, is different and always kind. As I think about the hope I feel, and the future not far away. Peace knocks my heart’s door, and I let it in My peace is here to stay.   01/10/2021   Please share your thoughts, comments, emojis with me! There are no easy buttons but life sure works well with options! 😀😣🙋‍♀️🙂😎😄🤦‍♀️😍   Eugi’sCauserie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem. Copyright ©2021 Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley. All Rights Reserved.

The memories connect the past and the present. Its an entire story, each life. Sometimes the paragraphs are years ongoing, and suddenly the last words are written. Time and life can seem long but there is a connector between the beginning and end. The connector joins each year seamlessly together, and therein lies our memories.   Let me Connect the years…   When I was six, my world seemed vast The swing was how I travelled fast. At ten and twelve I was ready to live my dreams Believing that my life would be all I wanted it to be. Then when sixteen came around, I left home in a rush My time here on earth was a card game holding a straight flush. Well soon enough came eighteen, with a baby on the way Life had many challenges I was preparing to slay. At twenty had two sons, and wishful dreams of ever after, Five years later those dreams were a disaster! The struggle was real, then I turned twenty-eight, My daughter was brewing, a beautiful baby on ...

  I love flowers. They are such a frivolous loving gesture with no practical thought of what could be done with the money; and the few times I have received them it has been one of the best feelings being on the receiving end. Yes, flowers can get me going -smile- and I remember gazing at bouquets delivered to the ladies at work with envy, happiness and sadness. Well, I did get some flowers, and you can read about it below-  Give me flowers!   “Flowers look nice They looked great on the table next to my own Wished there was a bunch to take home They did not belong to me                                                                                    Yet I enjoyed them immensely One single bouquet for me to gaze upon Given by my colleagues, with ...

Entrepreneurship and starting a   business  is a long term commitment. It can take a short or long time to move from developing your idea, creating a plan, developing a business plan, and testing your model to go to market. There are many ways to approach your objective, and reach your goals, but one thing is sure – it will take time to grow. Everyone has a different style  and way of doing things, and business development does not always follow academic or theoretical guidelines, though it helps with preparation. Getting your business started takes action, and direction, simply put – you have to plant the seed for the tree to grow and bear fruit. If you never plant the seed, and keep your idea in ‘developing/ideation stage’ there is nothing to grow. In business for growth  to take place trade actions and initiatives have to be present. You have to get it out there, and engage your product/ service with consumers. Everyone may not buy what you’re selling/offering, bu...

  The grassy bed up on the hill. Was a place to escape For my daily thrill. To go outside away from it all Was my secret place With everyone around. The space alone was under a tree, With only the lizards to bother me. You can see the grotto, Where the priests would pray. It was a sanctuary, A place I wanted to stay. You can call it a meadow, because of the ground It’s what comes to mind if meadows are to be found. Yet still if I consider My Scottish retreat many years ago, I walked through some meadows, And never wanted to go home. The air was very different, from my tropical breeze, The birds and the sky seemed to envelope me. Every moment I was able to run wild and free, Was a moment I rejoiced for the blessing from Thee. Blessed beyond measure, to discover another secret place, Made for me by Jesus,  a meadow of grace.   8/06/2021 Inspired by a prompt from Eugi’s Causerie . Thank you for stopping by. Please shar...

  Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Maksym Kaharlyt Another Dance   Move onto the floor Gaze around in this place Find the one who connects with you As you seek to find your space. Move your eyes to the left With a smile and a glance Sway gently to the sounds, Its your music, so just dance.   Move your feet with a lift Take your eyes away from him Just focus on the sound As you quickly move around. Its your night, your time to shine Your eyes revert to seek him out Its okay to dance for him to see Give him a dance for memory.   Dance, dance It’s just another night to put on a show Fast or slow no one else will know, Don’t give into the eyes That are waiting patiently To return to the arms that forever will be A reminder of the night when they first met Dance my darling, life has no regrets.   25/04/2021   Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt has guided my thoughts, inspiring a passionate outpouring as above....

                                      The past is never what it appears to be Weighing pros and cons from my reverie. The things gone by are a lesson for life, Moving on with a future, uncertain of luck or strife. As I reflect upon the things, I did in my past These reflections are deep Sometimes showing up for contrast.   Though I try to keep them from coming forward It’s a struggle to not think of how things can have power This journey I walk is always alone For this very reason, ensured I have a home. Reflecting on things I have not managed yet to do Is a reminder that regrets sometimes - do follow you.   I’ve always wanted to be the best mother I could be Not sure if you asked my kids, if they would agree. There is never a day when I’ve forgotten my role As a mother is forever, all over the world. They are older, and no longer holding onto ...

  No longer playful I used to be. The trees always beckoned me. Loved hiking, the water, trekking in the wild. Playfully lit with spontaneous smiles.   No longer playful I used to be. Running a thousand steps, happily. As the gates opened, my strides went to the line. Playfully running; happiness was mine.   Forgot how to be playful Probably too old to be. It requires activity, that feels uneasy. Got to get back that spark, and desire for fun The clock has been ticking; its time for the sun.   Thinking back from the past Reflections have begun, On the days when playing was actually done. Will book me a weekend, at a place far away Hopefully I will find, some time to play!   Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt has inspired the above!   Thank you for stopping by. Please share your thoughts with a word or a few, there is not a ‘like’ button, but emojis will do 👍👎👊💓😐😊😎🙋.   Copyright ©2021 Dwordslay...

Created By: Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley.  Copyright ©2021.  All Rights Reserved. Something for you to think about! Anytime your confidence needs a boost, want you to remember that you should be your priority. It can be hard trying to meet the expectations of others, and even harder to meet your own expectations. Focus on you and ignore the noises around. You are unique and wonderfully made. This is written just for you, when you need that mike drop! Thank you for stopping by. Please share your thoughts with a few words or emojis in comments below. .👍👎👊💓😊😊😎😎😐🙋 Dwordslayer    

Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Thom Milkovic   Drop your canopy O Lord, let it fall on the earth. Let it pick up all the people who are suffering and hurt. Let your canopy be big enough, that everyone can fit, Lord please I beg you, allow everyone to see it. Drop your canopy on the ground O Lord, Because some people cannot look up high For these are the people who love you, and without it may surely die. Drop your canopy dear Lord, for the little children to see Especially, the ones who are impoverished and living in poverty Drop your biggest canopy dear God on the earth Let it be enough, like a berth awaiting vessels to sail A mooring prepared with glorious flair, just waiting For the people to get there. Drop it, just drop it on the earth Drop it because you care. Please let your canopy fall dear Lord, because not everyone can see Let the ones who need it most dear Lord, be covered by its safety. Drop your canopy my Lord and Savior, drop it on the...

Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Jiawei Qian   A Canopy of Faith Which I profess My life is a story Of the times, I’ve been blessed. A childhood of joy, mirrored with some pain and sadness But there is always my hope My life in this world.   There are very few times My faith has not been tested Indeed, but for my beloved Jesus My heart would not have rested. This canopy of hope has resulted from my faith The lessons from life Proved my God is great.   I’m covered by a canopy Which keeps me safe at night Giving me protection Cloaking with its light. As my destiny unfolds Let me share this with you Jesus Christ is a canopy; for me and for you. 02/04/2021 Thank you for stopping by. Please share your thoughts with a word or a few - emojis are easy when they're coming from you 😃 ...👍👎😊😐💓🙋😎🌺👊 Eugi's Causerie weekly prompt is inspiration for this poem. Copyright ©2021 Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley. All Rights Reserved. ...

Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Ahmed Odeh Dance, yes you girl Make the wind swirl, Around your legs As you pivot and float. Jump up high and hold onto the air Your swirling dance moves, without a care.   You don’t stand still With the music swirling around Everyone is amazed Yet you never hear a sound. Dance, yes you girl It was always meant to be The rhythm and your movement Just perfection and harmony.   29/03/2021 Thank  you for stopping by. Please share your thoughts with a word or a few- emojis are easy when they're coming from you...👍👎😊😐💓🙋😎🌺👊 Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem.   Copyright ©2021 Dwordslayer & Donna-Luisa Eversley. All Rights Reserved.    

  Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Marek Okon You got me stumped, Now I must think. How can I even contemplate, the idea of swirling? Its either an ice-cream being swirled in a mix, Or maybe it’s some plasticine, Made from rows of colored sticks? I’m not sure if I got this one, And I’m not sure if I can see, If anything around can swirl into my brain, Just to make sense of this word ‘swirl’ for me.   At first I thought maybe its dancing, With my skirt swirling around my knees, But suddenly realized I’d fall flat on my face If some swirling really took place! Considering next a few splashes of paint Thrown on a paper to create a design, Suddenly that swirl made a lot of sense Understanding right before my eyes. So okay Eugenia, think I’ve got a writing plan And a way to take swirl ‘mainstream’. Kindly make it a little easier, for me to think again Cause this one, is hodgepodge on my screen!   26/03/2021 Thank You for stopping ...

  Photo Credits: unsplash.com/Hedi Benyounes Raced up the hill to look outside To see the rainbow colors which cannot hide The grass was wet And down I rolled Beyond my house Far down the narrow road. The birds looked on Chirping in delight The dogs stepped aside To see my disaster flight. The sun shifted past the clouds Exclaiming with glee Come out and let’s play And bring your family! As I landed at the bottom of the hill, Lay on my back, For a moment very still. Gazing up at the sky,  It was simply wonderful to see The rainbow was looking right down at me. What a beautiful sight As the birds made their songs, The puppy and the frogs All jumped up and down. Contentment and joy Descended from above, Softly whispering to me, Here is the rainbow you love! 20/03/2021   Thank you for stopping by. Share your thoughts with a word or few, emojis are easy when its coming from you 👍💓👎😊😎😐🙋👊 Stay awesome. Eugi’s Causerie weekly prompt is the inspiration for this poem. ...