24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
A love was spawned from the roots of the earth
A friendship, passion and lust had given birth.
Your love carved into me like a name on a tree
You cut into my flesh and set my soul free.
As beautiful moments are planted, the buds start to bloom
Flowers blossom with a powerful perfume.
When troubled times erupt and the leaves start to wither
Darkness appears with an oscillating slither.
But true love prevails through the dark
your heart remains on my trunk with a mark.
Dearest ma
I miss you with all of my heart
In 2013 cancer tore us apart
You were given to me to teach me the way
To love, to care, to be kind and to pray.
You were tiny in build and feisty in grit
My proudest supporter and biggest crit
You sang me lullabies and held my hand
When you left, my heart sank in the sand
I am now comforted by the the encouraging thought
You are flying with the angels and the peace that you sought
Watching over all of us, our guardian above
Shining your halo of health, care and love.
Hi fellow poets
I am Lee, the author of Lee’s poetry corner page on Facebook and have named myself “lepetitpoetry” as I am tiny in stature, a lover of the romance of French language.
I am a grounded young mom, teacher and writer. I have a pure heart, a hippie soul and a free spirit. I immerse myself into my poetry to create my own Utopia and am loving being a part of this incredible experience. This is my first marathon. I am in South Africa so wondering how I will get through the night part now but I am certain that your talent will encourage me to mow on.
Would love to connect with you all.
Good luck and happy writing x Lee
December a time for Christmas and love
brought to the amusement park a new ride
The fiercest of them all, and nowhere to hide.
Then January emerged a new year and more frightening effects
all walks of life rode it while it presented defects.
No restriction on age or height
It is gonna bite, try and steer clear, or fight the fight.
We boarded the coaster and each of us had a different view
We held on tight, white knuckles emerged with sweat and fear
bracing ourselves for a whirlwind year.
February now and things got rough
only two months in and we already had enough.
March brought the steep climb we were locked down on top
April still no idea when this bubble would pop
Was there a fix and how would it spite?
It is gonna bite, try and steer clear, or fight the fight.
Finally May but things haven’t changed
Only a collapsed economy and disease that seems to soar
Why the lockdown if it can come through the door?
June and the curve is not flat
July in a few days and all from a bat.
I’m holding onto my positive sight
It is gonna bite, try and steer clear, or fight the fight.
Ingredients:
Method:
Preheat love to 200 degrees celcious to remain consistent.
Add Kindness and acceptance to generate positivity no matter the outcome.
Mix in prayer for hope to mould into faith.
Finally spread on perseverance to not be discouraged and remain in good spirits.
Bake for a year keeping an eye out for it to be finished earlier.
The end result will be WHOLE NEW WORLD
A magnificent soul with hardship to endure
A mother of spirituality and woman so pure.
When I think about all the good she ensured
Everyone else’s vision was obscured.
World war years we learnt in our books
Evil and corruption, brutality and crooks
She stayed humble and caring,
Inward happiness and peace
Trying to get rid of fear and sickness to cease.
With the storm around her, her soul remained calm
The world continue to hurt and harm.
The day she died, a dove was set free
With the heavenly angels she could love and just “be”
Empowering many with all that you shared
To hand down the heart of someone who cared.