#365DaysOfPoetry #RayaBlabbers
207
You make me smile
Give me little butterflies
At the most random moments
For the most random things.
209
With a wave of a hand
He set all things in motion
Suddenly
Like clockwork
Unstoppable
And definite.
210 - A
The King rose from His throne,
"Ah, favorable conditions at last"
He raised His hand and said,
"I will it"
As I bowed my head and said,
"Your will be done."
210 - B
The heart knows when it is right.
211
She bloomed where she was planted;
And laid rooted where she bloomed.
213
And if there ever was
A sliver of uncertainty left;
That has all come to past
In the company of newfound friends.
214
Distance as a constraint is really just an illusion;
An insignificant barrier to connected souls.
215
Curling up upon your cradle
My soul breathes a sign of relief;
And in a single stroke of your hand
All uncertainties fall away;
Hide me within your arms a few more minutes
That I might be braver and stronger upon release.
216 - A
Find endfolded within
Every moment of jampacked days
The reflection of His beauty
And the quiet of His presence.
216 - B
Poor little marionettes
Fools for puppeteers;
Play a friend or a foe
The villain or the hero;
Whatever suits their fancy
Or the best strategy;
Cut the strings
Release the strains;
There's no need to remain
Nothing to lose
and everything to gain;
That your burdens be lighter
And your days, brighter.
207
You make me smile
Give me little butterflies
At the most random moments
For the most random things.
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| Art By Migs Villanueva |
208
She laid quiet
Waiting
But
They never came;
Till finally
She stepped out
Liked what she saw
And closed the door
(behind her).
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| Art By Cheryl Jowen |
With a wave of a hand
He set all things in motion
Suddenly
Like clockwork
Unstoppable
And definite.
210 - A
The King rose from His throne,
"Ah, favorable conditions at last"
He raised His hand and said,
"I will it"
As I bowed my head and said,
"Your will be done."
210 - B
The heart knows when it is right.
211
She bloomed where she was planted;
And laid rooted where she bloomed.
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| Art By Mariaya_a on IG |
212
Hold on to me as you would
The final strands of a wonderful dream
Upon waking
Desperately
Deliberately
In vain.
213
And if there ever was
A sliver of uncertainty left;
That has all come to past
In the company of newfound friends.
214
Distance as a constraint is really just an illusion;
An insignificant barrier to connected souls.
215
Curling up upon your cradle
My soul breathes a sign of relief;
And in a single stroke of your hand
All uncertainties fall away;
Hide me within your arms a few more minutes
That I might be braver and stronger upon release.
216 - A
Find endfolded within
Every moment of jampacked days
The reflection of His beauty
And the quiet of His presence.
216 - B
Poor little marionettes
Fools for puppeteers;
Play a friend or a foe
The villain or the hero;
Whatever suits their fancy
Or the best strategy;
Cut the strings
Release the strains;
There's no need to remain
Nothing to lose
and everything to gain;
That your burdens be lighter
And your days, brighter.
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