Category: Writings

Happy Memorial Day

Heroes come in all shapes and sizes, from all walks of life. Our nation’s heroes are sacrificing for our daily freedoms. Thanking them is never enough. MwsR

Poem

In The Storm by MwsR

Amid the storm,
I can find shelter
My ears cannot keep from hearing the thunder.
With eyes I see the power
And know something greater is out there,
I can feel the rain that’s in the air.
Although it is greater and stronger than me
I can rest assured I will be alright
Even if it keeps me up at night.
For as great as a storm can be
It will not last forever, for me.
I will continue after the storm has past
Mighty it may be at the time, it will not last.

True Blue By MwsR

Someone asked me to write my story

It would never be a simple story to tell

Too many undertones and whispers

Too many foes that wished me hell.

A true blue would had never been written into my story

The lines that would of been left for that, would not exist.

So many times the plot of my chapters would be changed

I would be the villian in one chapter

And in the next I would had been the victim.

For chapters and chapters my story would have had changes

In real life , I searched for happiness over my pain

Waited often for that true blue

But sadly no one came to fit into those shoes

Each individual I encountered and lived with

Would of written their own versions of my story

In it I am sure they would had been heroes or protectors

At least that is what they told me and themselves.

They only wanted what was best,

But their best gave me no rest

Their best caused me anguish and pain

They pierced through my heart and went straight to the vein

Suddenly as if I would of known

I had to leave that chaotic home

My innocent was gone

But I proved I could make it, on my own

But nothing was ever the same.

My true blue later came

I married him.

He was the reward and I was the grabber

Showing me all the time what a true blue looks like

How they will stay and fight

For those they hold dear

And the things that mattered, all these years

His love is sufficient, his touch is the glue

I am so thankful my story will have a true blue.

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Poem

Outside My Window, MwsR

Outside my window,

Life passes by

I watch it each day

To take a look,

Connects you somehow.

Things and nature are moving

They have things to do

You can go look outside your window too!

Usually the wind is slightly blowing

There is music in the movement of it all

Not one thing is pretending

This is real life

Life that needs to be noticed

Things will eventually die

Take the opportunity

Seize the moments

Outside my window

I find I am merely a speck

In a big world.

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Famous Poem Share~ Jacques Prevert “Alicante”

An orange on the table

Your dress on the rug

And you in my bed

Sweet present of the present

Cool of night

Warmth of my Life

Jacques prevert

From “A Book of Love Poetry” Jon Stallworthy

The Thought Of

You, by MwsR

There you are, in all your armor

Throwing daggers into open windows.

You care not for settling things

Or giving opinion to the heartache that you bring.

Why must one settle just to have you?

Like you would care, if that could ensue.

I don’t think much of the things that were told

Just your lack of concern and what made you so bold?

Worthless are the words,

Deliberate the actions, all of it absurd!

Spite can be given in foolish attempts

Smothered by someone’s contempt

Would had suited you better to run away

That is how cowards try to evade.

The hurt that you caused sank deep into the fibers

Nothing will ever be able to get those out.

I hope being satisfied made you a hero in your world

Because you can’t be anymore to us.

Your actions have consequences and reactions

Your time without any blame is gone.

Go ahead tell yourself it wasn’t you

But our whole family knows it isn’t true.

Blame another is you want

You’ll be the one who has to live without,

We surely won’t.

The thought of you brings sadness

Hopefully we all can escape this madness!

MwsR Writings

Poem

Smile,
By MwsR

She smiled, to keep up the pretense
Though she felt sad and intense.
She walked, not into a new day
Yet she ran into chaos from every which way.
Her heart had let her down,
Still, her mind would not let her drown.
She cried, not really for letting others down
They were not the reasons she carried a frown.
She wished that she could just run away
Yet nothing made her demons stay at bay.
The dreams and wishes she once had
Now, they only make her sad.
She smiled to keep up the pretense
But what she needed was immense.

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