Vaguely Familiar

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There is a new feeling

Coursing through my veins

I can’t quite put my finger on it

But it almost feels like hope

It is something I haven’t had

In a very long time

But with changes in the air

And freedom on the horizon

I do believe I like the way it feels


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – course

Words Hurt

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He was once kind

He used to care

Now life is cut apart

With blunt words

Harshly spoken

“You’re fat”

“You’re dumb”

“You’re lazy”

But I know my worth

I know my place

And it is no longer

Being with him

There are people

Who can help me

Places I can go

Freedom is calling


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – blunt

Waiting For Freedom

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Clandestine lovers meet in the dark

Embracing each other

Wishing for a chance at freedom

Tied to those who no longer care

A chance to rekindle an old flame

This meeting is not the first

Hopefully the next one

Can be more visible

To show each other they care

More than they thought they did

Timing was all wrong for them

But maybe the future will hold

A bit of happiness for both of them


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – clandestine

City Lights

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Camera in hand

She sees all the sights

Oohing and Ahhing

At all of the lights

Christmas in the city

A first for her to see

A holiday of magic

Of course for a fee

But she is willing to pay

For a chance to be happy

For life back at home

Had become, well crappy

So a tourist she’ll be

For this holiday season

And grab what she can

And this is the reason

He doesn’t love her

He at least doesn’t show it

And her freedom she feels

She is wanting to grow it

So Christmas in the city

Is what she has planned

and on her two feet

she will forever now stand


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – tourist

Fandango’s Friday Flashback – August 23rd

I know I am a day late,,, if you don’t tell anyone I won’t either.  This weeks flashback is to a poem I did on August 23, 2017.  Only two years ago, but before that my posting was very hit and miss here and there.  So sit back and enjoy this little poem first published here .

More Than A Song

The music blasts through the headphones

Like a symphony lifting me skyward

The harmony seems to ooze out into my brain

Changing my pulse into a bass line

My brain waves into a melody

And I can soar like a bird forever free

 

Please Stop (FOWC)

Her candor cut to the point
She had been brutally honest
Telling him the truth
He was slowly killing himself
She compared it to
Suicide with a butter knife
Slow and agonizing
He just refused to see it
And would most certainly
Never do anything to fix it
If only he would show signs
That he was trying to get help
She would stay and fight
But watching him fall apart
Was killing her slowly too
And this was how she would
Ultimately save herself and her daughter
With a new freedom
It was too late to save him
He died in less than two years

 

Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – candor

A New Flag

The news is full of hate these days

Leaving us full of sadness

I feel powerless as one to change things

If only we could unfurl a new flag

One of freedom, unity and respect

For the whole world to stand behind

But as long as there are egos in power

Peace and love are only hopes and wishes

In the minds of the few who still dare to dream

Happy and Grateful – Day 185

July brings fireworks, picnics, pools and air conditioning. It is a time for those of us in the USA to celebrate our “birthday” and a personal time for me to celebrate life. It is hot and humid days and thunderstorms cooked up at night. I am continuing my challenge to find happiness and gratitude in every day. Join along in the comments or on your own blog. There is always good in every day.

Today was a pretty hot and humid day, but it cooled off a bit at sunset for a nice night to watch some fireworks.  There had been talk this weekend that storms might move in for the holiday but nothing buy a few puffy white clouds most of the day.

It was a perfect day to visit with my daughter… every and any day is perfect for that.  She came over after work this afternoon and we watched some of our taped soap opera and she brought her laundry to do.  We had a nice visit and as always it made me happy.  She joined us for the fireworks in the town just east of us (it is where she grew up) and we had fun.

The part of the day that I am grateful for is easy.  All of the men and women through the years who have given of themselves to first of all gain our freedom and continue to keep it.  I am truly grateful for all who have served this country in battle time and peace time both.  Thank you!

Now I need to sleep … the neighbors have finally stopped with the fireworks for the night I think so I should be able to get to sleep.  Remember to embrace your happiness.  Good night.

Growth

She was relieved

He was gone

No longer would she ever

Feel like a pawn

His ways of controlling

Were now in the past

This new found freedom

Was destined to last

Not because she felt

She would always be alone

But because of maturity

And the way she had grown

A new life she wanted

One of satisfaction

Built on trust

And mutual attraction

And peace and hope

Would be part of each day

For now she was happy

She was well on her way