A pink feather in my path
I know not from whence it came
Some say it’s from an angel
Or perhaps pink flamingo
Neither makes sense to me
Tis a pinkish mystery
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Today I happened to see this pink feather just laying right in the middle of the sidewalk. No pink flamingos around, or angels or kids wearing Indian Headdresses or Pink Boas, so it’s a curiosity. I am keeping it for a bookmark 🙂
Diligently I was
On a quest for happiness
Had to make my own
Senryu
The other evening I was creating a collage using some torn paper and I wanted to title the balloon in the picture with the word “Happiness”. I did not want to write or print the word but hoped to find it in a magazine that I could cut out and paste in. I looked in magazine after magazine to no avail. The best thing I could find was the word “Happy”—no Happiness.
I decided then that I would just have to find some letters to cut and paste in order to make the word myself.
That is when the realization came to me that in life we often search and search for Happiness and never find it, because we really need to create it ourselves
We are still dreaming
We are still rising
We are still trying
To live the creed
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“I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: ‘We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.’
— Martin Luther King, Jr., “I Have a Dream,” delivered August 28, 1963
Happiness
Is a red balloon
Floating free
In the wind
Daily finding simple joys
In life’s journey
Shadorma
Recently I watched the movie “Christopher Robin”. It was a wonderful example of how sometimes adults forget how to enjoy life because they are so very involved in problems and worries.
I had to pause the dvd quite often to write down various quotes from Pooh and others.
One scene that especially spoke to my heart was when Pooh wanted a red balloon because “red balloons made him happy” and grown up, now burdened down, worldly Christopher Robin, got frustrated and said “ there’s more to happiness than a red balloon”
How sad it is to view life that way.
I am much more inclined to grab a red balloon and dance thru life with Pooh Bear! 😊🎈
Queen holding court
On a ragamuffin throne
Subjects are kin
Senryu
Took this photo of my family’s pets, (grandson and grand-daughter’s cats) all sitting together seeming to be having a meeting of the minds–probably regarding whose attention they could grab to give them some food in their empty bowl! 😃
Confetti
Pieces of my life
Lay scattered
Broken dreams
Lie in a river of tears
Only God can mend
Shadorma
Making unwise choices
Following blind guides
Leads to securing
Path of broken dreams
Do not remain there
Turn around, go back
Gather scattered pieces
To recreate your dreams
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Full of lofty goals
I soar higher than the stars
Music in my soul
Catapulting me forward
Until I reach a million dreams
Tanka
(I was inspired to write this poem after listening to “A Million Dreams” Song from the movie “The Greatest Showman” and I added it to a paper collage piece I was working on that the song also inspired me to create😩)
In the chill of winter
Beyond the garden gate
Frozen fruit awaits
A harvest long past
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Who are you that sits on a self made throne,
That’s padded with a pillow of pride,
Wearing a robe of perfection?
Your know-it-all attitude
And hastily pointing fingers,
Fill the air with dread,
As you speak words
That tear down
Someone’s
Dream.
Reverse Etheree
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 