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Lunita Blanca Poem
River flowing down round rocks,
boulders and fallen trees.
Born at the mountain top,
after the winter freeze
Snow and ice melting feeding,
the little river’s thirst.
Clear pure crystal waters flowing
downward after being nursed.
Many obstacles in its path as if
attempting to slow its progress.
But the little river now is stronger,
and full of hope and faithfulness.
Downward, downward
its mother waiting patiently.
Struggling and fighting to be
free, as the water rises sagaciously.
Overcoming obstacles the
little river grows in size.
As long as there is hope, there’s
no need to compromise.
Breaking down the barriers
for it will not surrender.
Downward, downward flowing for
it is now a fierce contender.
Other obstacles up ahead,
tell it to stop and rest.
But the river rushes forward for
no one can impede its quest.
It did not heed the words and
pounding dirt and mud away,
the river fought and wrestle,
with all the filth and decay.
Downward, downward it went,
for now it felt its mother near.
It now sees a glimpse of her,
and knows it had persevere.
At last the river saw its mother’s
face and open smile.
The sea’s arms opened and the waves rejoiced,
to see and feel its juvenile
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
Everyone seems to lie today,
their empty words are made of clay.
They mold their oily words to please,
to make us kneel and feel at ease.
We sometimes lie because of fear,
we know the lies but we adhere,
and wear our lies like masks all day;
and smile to keep ourselves at bay.
Lies have many, many faces,
but they cover all their bases.
We're rabbits hiding in a hole,
forgetting that we have a soul.
Who can separate truth from lies?
and why do we all compromise?
Lies coil around our thoughts today,
like serpents keeping truth at bay.
Written for contest, "LIES"
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
Sorry I cant go
it’s not that I don’t like you
We are just different
You like parties and I don't
Yes, I understand goodby
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
Sitting on a stump of an old maple tree,
around me are ferns enjoying the breeze.
The birds in the trees are singing to me.
their's no one around I'm totally free.
The lies and the noise are now far away,
my mind is now calm to listen and pray.
Here in the woods it all feels so new,
no more pretending and being untrue.
I now feel at peace surrounded by trees.
No more acting and striving to please.
I can be who I am without an excuse.
I don't have to worry of being abused.
I can now feel that my spirit is clean.
My true self is wondering where I have been.
It wants to come out and wants to be seen,
Dare I take off my mask and let me be seen?
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
Pregnant moon blushing
Clouds sailing along smiling
lovers holding hands
Just learned about syllables in Haiku. Updated
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
There are some who say there’s no redemption
and we mustn’t waste time with this deception
There’s nothing we can do but move on
and perhaps we can see another dawn
There is no absolution for our indiscretions
and our past is past no need for our confessions
They ask, “are we to blame for the stain in us?”
No type of repentance can remove this pus
These desperate people have no hope
and every day they walk the tightrope
Death smiles at each of us they say
whether you are straight or gay
No need to waste your time pretending
that there is something worth defending
They say that no amount of praying
will ever save us from displaying
The putrid stain that keeps us craving
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
Death sits waiting in a speical place,
she waits until we run the race.
And when the race is finally over,
she cuts our life like fresh mowed clover.
Be not afraid for death is blind.
She comes to all so please be kind.
Welcome her with open arms,
and you will see her hidden charms.
Our souls will trave and adhere,
to laws that govern that frontier.
We will no longer be confined,
and we will see when we are blind.
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2017
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Lunita Blanca Poem
There is a deceiver in our house,
who lies to hide his hypocrisy,
from those who brought him in;
and now hides behind bureaucracy.
There is a deceiver in our house,
and there is little we can do,
for he keeps on blaming every one;
and his followers stick to him like glue.
There is a deceiver in our house,
who keeps on blaming everyone,
for keeping children from their parents.
Again he's using the approach of hit-and-run.
There is a deceiver in our house,
who thinks he is the king.
I wonder if he sees his time
is swinging on a string.
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2018
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Lunita Blanca Poem
I see an unspoiled part of our universe where stars and galaxies abound. A place full of mystery where our laws of physics do not apply.
I see a place where other worlds exist. Worlds so full of wonderment which man has failed to properly explain.
I see a world full possibilities, expectations and optimism, where we can dwell in peace.
I see and feel the oneness of His universe where only He can tell us what infinity is all about.
I see a place where I can feel free from everyday strife and worry, where one trillion light years is nothing but a blink of an eye to the Devine.
I see where the question of “Are we alone?” Is answered, by knowing that we have never been alone; for He has been with us.
I can see beyond our solar system where laws and human intervention is nothing but a fantasy that we have made up to explain the unexplainable.
Looking at our galaxy, and the splendor of a vast universe I see a place for me when He calls me to his side.
sponsored by James Edward lee sr. Tell Me, what do “YOU SEE” February 17, 2019
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2019
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The gentle April morning showers,
are whispering to the trees and flowers,
of things we loved when we were young;
like songs of love so long unsung.
The years go by but we delay,
to love again without dismay.
We listen but we seldom hear,
the voice of life that is quite clear.
Our heart is now a dying amber,
hoping that we still remember,
to stoke the flame of youth once more,
so that our dreams are not ignored.
Copyright © Lunita Blanca | Year Posted 2017
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