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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 ...

  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 ...

                                      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...

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/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 ...