Little Town of Shine/ Poem by MwsR

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Life stopped glowing in the little town of Shine, one day

It used to be a place where people stayed

Life there had stopped being special

I think it lost its meaning, it really is hard to tell.

There were no more special events

No special dances or nothing new to invent

This town had let go of all it could be

Let go of its hopes and all of what it could mean

It forgot it could shine

It got lost somewhere in time.

Life there would subtly change

Where flowers are just filters for feelings that feel strange.

No more special

No close circles

For  it was not good enough.

Things that were easy ,suddenly got worse

This town of Shine lost its way

Many  visitors passed through but none wanted to stay.

It was a terrible thing to behold

People that lived there seemed to leave it before they got old.

Stranger than fiction it was

Things that use to grow there now, never does.

Just a little speck of humanity was still around

There had been rumors that a speck of humanity wasn’t in this town.

A speck, what good was that in the town of Shine

I cannot answer that, for this town was not mine.

If you pass through or you want to come in

Look for the light that used to shine from within

Nothing much, I dare say you will find

For the whole town has turned so dull, almost blind.

Nothing to see if you even  still could,

Not much gumption, even if they would.

I would hate to live where the town has lost its shine

Where things are more blahzay than they are sublime.

I just thought I would mention this town of Shine,

Pretty much nothing is left, nothing much to see

But if to it came someone who truly believed

It would gain its shine back again,

Then they could have their fairytale end.

 

 

 

 

Excerpt from my poetry book, “HEART PATHS”, MwsR

This is my second book, “Heart Paths”, I  self published just a week after my first book, “HeartStones”. It like my first book could have used more editing. I guess it is true what they  say about getting better the more you try.

Heart Paths Cover
Heart Paths

I am going to be coping from my poem, “Strings”

 



There are places, people, and things

They will bring out  great happiness or complicated things

When you are caught up with any of them, as we sometimes do

They will greatly impact you.

It is strings that we hold to places, people, or things

That make us into who we are and sometimes what makes us sing

They can also make us weep, confused, or depressed.

That is how you know you once enjoyed things at their best.

Suddenly though, for no reason or rhyme

You find them gone or not worth your time.


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Excerpt from my poetry book, “Heart Stones” MwsR

This book was my first self published book. It probably contains some grammatical errors or possibly mis-spellings. It was finished and published in 2 days. I hurried into it all I already had my poems, because I wrote them almost daily on my Facebook, to share with my friends and family on the social network.

I wish I had of included pictures and my quotes, but I did finally do that on my third book, “Heart Songs”. Yes, there is a pattern to my poetry books, it would be “Heart”. I write from my heart so I thought it appropriate to include it in my books. I have no real organized method in this book . Just poems that I wrote. I wish I had the fortitude to had made different topics with which to place my different types of poems in, but I didn’t.

So if you want a book that has poems written from my heart, this is good for that.

Cover for HeartStones
Heart Stones

Below I will share a poem entitled, “AS”.


As I had already knew

That nothing would change my shade of blue.

It was a color I was very familiar with

A common in my life ever since being a Smith.

My goals were simple back in the day

It was to be a singer up on a stage,

To be applauded for a song

Not knowing it was in my personal life, I needed applause all along.

As I dreamed of being a nurse

I wanted to help others who had it worse never felt that I couldn’t brighten someone’s day.

But often I wanted to cheer people up with words I could say

See, helping someone made my own problems fade

But unfortunately, it just took my mind off of them, they never really went away.

As life has a way of makings things seem so heavy and hard

Our hopes dreams, and aspirations get marred

Things that mattered once now fall on stony ground

They cannot recoup, nor any abundance be found

Sadly, they die and disappear

Nothing can grow there, sometimes for many years

As if that was that

It comes and leaves from where it is at

No rhyme nor reason

No hope, no change of the season

Nothing but despair

That is all that is left all too often there

 

READ THE REST OF THIS POEM and more, go to links below…

Continue reading Excerpt from my poetry book, “Heart Stones” MwsR

Poem/Stuck by MwsR

 

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STUCK

Stuck in the middle of it,

Reaching for a hand to pull you out?

You should know, it isn’t a hand you need

But your own will to succeed.

MwsR ❤

I Write/Poem by MwsR

 

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I write so I can continue to grow

So my life has its ebb and flow

I write for the many tears I shed in private

For the many cries I had that were silent

My spirit soars when my fingers type

I do not have my inner self to fight.

I write for those who never had a voice

For the one that also had no choice,

I write to keep my troubles at bay

So I can function with purpose , yet another day.

I write because some things are better left unsaid

So I can get them out of my head.

I write to encourage others who can’t

So they can see that somehow our lives match.

I write because harboring feelings of hurt, doesn’t work

Because people are selfish and sometimes big jerks.

I write in a rhythm that only my heart knows

Each step when I write, my heart grows.

I write because sometimes you need to

Because sometimes I feel things that are too real, too true.

If you need to write to heal

Try it, and soon it will reveal

What it is you want to say

What you need to say to make it through yet another day!

MwsR ❤