Outside Of Mama's Eyes

Hey @MahoganyWayMama, I know you see the kids in pictures all the time, but here's a look outside of your eyes.

Time Share

For Bluebell Books Short Story Slam Week 20...

      ...hey, if you like to write and think you can do it in 55 words...it's a chance to get it published in their Love In Creativity Project.

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Your time, mine~are hours

Feelings of passion in air

No one knows, save we

It is ours, we share

Hearts tell the tale,

No one knows

Thump thump thump

Sweat, sweet rose

Releasing fruit sensuous

Boilers steaming, hot

Warming presence felt

Even tho touch, is not

Deep sighs of breaths,

Touch of no caress  

If Time Did Stop

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Time ticks away by the seconds

Minute by minute, hour by hour

Awake we all, as the sun beckons

Rise from the bed, into the shower

 Starting the day that awaits

Fresh from head to toe

Off to work, or whatever in states

Going here and there, to and fro

But I wonder sometimes

If time came not to be

Also do bells and chimes?

The waves from the sea?

No more songs from birds

No more wind or rain

 Silence, we hear no words?

 Hearts feeling no pain?

Would there be peace

At long last for sure?

Or does life cease

For all to endure

This is linked to Thursday Poets Rally Week 61

My thanks to The Poetry Palace for this award.

Blessings come from God, and people with love

The award you see, yes the one up above

Has been given to me, for the poem I wrote

"If Time Did Stop", with lumps in my throat

I wrote it with care, and much in mind

And they who voted, were oh so kind

I write this with love, and appreciation

I accept this award from my, writing station

I nominate Life Is that Easy for Nature Is Magical

One, Missing Pieces

Once in time past,

The heart did do the flutter.

It romanced the spirit of love.

That was once upon a time.

How does the heart remember,

It's swirling in love

Beating the beat in rhythmic

Harmony

The heart did dance

It's joyous dance with delight.

For it knew once before

That feeling,

When all the pieces

Were in place to fulfillment,

Yes, when all the pieces

Were in place.

What?

Who?

The reason, reasons 

Why,

The pieces no longer make an item

Where did it go?

The heart does not like

Nor accepts the fate

It finds itself.

No.

The heart wants, no

Needs love to have

That feeling of completeness,

To make it a finished item.

It may take time, 

The heart is aware.

Flutter?... it longs for,

Dance?...it wants, to no end.

*sigh*

Wishing this could happen

In a snap, the heart  

Accepts facts...for now,

It is one, missing pieces. 

 

It's One Shot Wednesday time....let's head on over...