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Our bubble will be empty and our hearts will follow suit.
Our Charlotte's she's a leaving, to become a health shield new recruit.
Our ears will miss her laughter, And our eyes because she's cute.
I really hope the only reason she is leaving is to get hold of lots of loot.
I might tell her, that her new employer's place is a place of ill repute.
There can only be one Charlotte that is, not in any dispute.
And we will never find another, there can't be any substitute.
We begged her night and and day to stay, but she has decided to just scoot.
and the breaking of this saddest news as left the whole of PYB totally destitute.
backgrourd : I work for protect your bubble, company name and you have guessed charlotte's leaving .
Single but ready to mingle but not with mugu
Mission searching for a partner with vision
With a heart filled with love and affection
Ready to thrive with me no matter the season
Giving vision for revision about my essence
Correct every flaws of the past with pure love
Binding us together forever without any rival.
Paving ways creating history and beautiful memories
Living behind the legacy of unconditional loving
Creating a lovely and unique family bond no dispute
Steady good good loving, caress, cuddling and kisses
No rooms for arguments or supremacy over one another
Revealing old wounds from past relationship to heal
Without crucifying or discrimination but discernment.
I am craving for a love like never just like a movie
Like art of love perfectly designed for me to shine
Glowing just like diamonds in the dark so rare and lit
Illuminating every dark in the hearts of many lovers
Wishing and hoping for a love so sweet tender and real
A happy home surrounded by amazing and lovely cute kids
Wealthy healthy strong joyful from season to season
Blooming with pure and unconditional loving forever.
"And the birds twitter like whispering violins”Quote by _Constance La France
Love at First Glance
Saw you sitting there one magical night
And instantly my heart took off in flight
Bravely I asked you if you’d care to dance
It was a yes that led to our romance.
The first moment I held you in my arms
I was mesmerised by your luring charms
Below the glitter ball you came aglow
‘Twas then I knew I could never let you go.
As time went by we fell madly in love
For us it was written in stars above
My dream had came true when you said “I do”
I vowed to always love and cherish you.
Sadly came the tragic day we parted
Leaving you left behind stricken hearted
My darling wife, my life, my beauty Queen
I'm still there beside you unheard, unseen.
Without doubt we were an ideal match
No one on earth could ever dispute that
We’ll meet again on God’s ace-high dance floor
Waltzing evermore in heaven’s splendour.
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25th May 2023
Writing Challenge A Quotes - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
I have always admire hair waves back then,
My hairstyles speak of culture far the sea...
A place I dream but I have always pen;
Maybe if not wrong, my country would be
Just like her, one day.
Visa henceforth, won't delay...
What government portray.
My swags recount past familiar legends
Of insightful pride taking love's guardian,
Haunting down ego to help all survive...
The beast of time, change and grace-- being alive.
Just as fierce as fire,
Dreams keep whole, intense desire
Burning to acquire...
My stepping while on every walk seems cool,
As though I am a peacemaker cum chaos...
That film beasts tempting forsaking wrath's tool,
Ego had long abandoned to hamas.
Just as Gaza cries,
Daily for relieving sighs...
To bring war's demise.
Only my wallet has never, not once
Envelope dollars with handy texture,
That holds transformation to trusty bunce...
Cum life cycle's change- an adventurer.
Just like chance stakes luck,
Fate's creation plays faith dumbstruck
Cum enough havoc.
My supposed tribal marks leads on dispute,
Betwixt my parents; each for a nice take
Arguing her stand of him to bail repute.
How early I am ancestral heartbreak!
Just wondering why so,
Yoruba looks Igbo pro...
My look shines aglow.
recall first school day
I stood weeping, scared to move
we held hands at five
she vowed to look after me
we were close, with a deep bond
we had sweet-sad thoughts
dispute with football or dolls
taking both shows care
saddened by her lengthy trip
she cupped my cheeks and we kissed
she flushed when I grinned
felt proud and had butterflies
I soothed her last fall
I hugged her and wiped her tears
we took the shield out chatting
hopes ostracise fears
Brooke faded at age twenty-four
I love her thoughts view
her tomb shares highs and lows
for now, she'll stand as best friend
1st Place Contest Winner
Written: August 10, 2022
Syllables checked by HMS.com
Inspired by “Childhood Nostalgia” Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Tourists gathered ‘round a tree,
With cell phone cameras out,
Are not impressed by daffodils
Or tulips soon to sprout.
They’re focused on a squirrel
Which, to jaded local eyes,
Wouldn’t rate a second glance
But somehow seems to tantalize.
For in many other places,
Squirrels simply don’t exist;
With their bushy tails and antics,
How could visitors resist?
Back when I was just a child,
An acquaintance pulled one’s tail
And was bitten rather badly;
Now a scar he could unveil.
Squirrels also raid the feeders
And deprive the birds of seed.
They’ll outsmart all the deterrents
With their cleverness and greed.
So let tourists take their photos
Of these rodents oh, so cute.
To New Yorkers, their attraction
Is a subject of dispute.
A woman in the store said she
Had falsely been accused.
The situation seemed to be
Not easily defused.
She claimed a sales clerk followed her
And looked inside her bag
To see if possibly there was
An item she did snag.
The argument was getting loud;
I couldn’t help but hear.
The back and forth was jarring
In the store’s chic atmosphere.
I paid and left – I’ll never know
The end of that dispute.
It made me wonder how I’d feel
With sales clerks in pursuit.
For profile victims have to boil
With anger to the hilt,
Just knowing others look at them,
Imagining their guilt.
That woman might be innocent
Or possibly, a thief;
But I’ll admit, not being her,
I walked out with relief.
When I want to know how the Earth is feeling…
I don’t ask the mountains, the rivers or the sea…
I walk down by the lake and visit this old willow tree.
Legend says (and who am I to dispute this ancient, long-held belief…
that all the emotions the Earth is feeling…find their way into the willow leaf.
That the feelings in every mountain, valley, river, every ocean, every sea…
somehow find their way into the roots of the willow tree.
The legend is clear:
When there is peace, when harmony, kindness, love and acceptance reign
between the Earth and all her creatures…
when these are the feelings the willow is compiling…
she sleeps each night in peace and when she wakes…we will always see her smiling.
But the legend is also clear:
When the Earth is in disharmony…when war, hatred, prejudice and discrimination across the Earth are sweeping…
The willow cannot sleep and we will only see her weeping.
There was a time, the willow tells me, (those times I sit with her a while)
when each night she would sleep soundly…
and wake each morning with a smile.
But, she adds, from the moment humans walked the Earth…
No-one has ever seen her sleeping…
that now she spends every moment of every day…
by this lake…awake…in silent weeping.
And she tells me that from her roots into her leaves…
how every day she yearns….
for the day when she can sleep again…
the day her smile will return.
That she’s tired of being a weeping willow
sad her weeping is all any of us can see….
and how she’d much rather be the smiling willow
she was planted on this Earth to be.
Fiction or fiction? I say fiction
how about youse guys?
most people WANT to believe in magic
so they keep the door open
no harm and sure does boost
tourism dollars for those thrifty Scots
don't blame them do you?
to this day, Anne Boleyn still haunts
the Tower of London
who are we to dispute these so-called myths
although the human mind is capable
of all kinds of strange images and illusions
the lure remains all these years later
keep an open mind is my philosophy
I know, I know what you're thinking
he's into the sauce again!!!
wouldn't it be so amazing that if one day
Nessie came up on land
for a picture-taking session and talked to CNN
NOW I'M JUST BEING SILLY...
Trying to get one's point across...
With a raised voice,
Or when two parties
Talk over each other
In order to win an argument...
Is not communication.
When conflict reaches a boiling point,
It's difficult to reach a resolution.
The crosstalk becomes so incoherent...
We don't hear each other clearly.
The unnecessary screaming
And shouting is pointless and tiresome.
A much easier way is to
Turn down the heat
And look for a compromise.
When two perspectives are in dispute
It's better to bring disagreeing parties together...
To help resolve their differences
And come to a solution both can agree on.
That's effective communication.
It matters much more...
Respecting different opinions
Than "being right."
If the impasse remains unbroken
Simply agree to disagree.
Date written: 08/12/2021