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Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I will succeed. I will succeed.
Give me time, that's all
I need.
A personal mantra of mine...
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I'm so tired of people
pushing me from
the calm into
their storms
Nor am I
in a
state
where I can
pulling into my
peace. A peace I do not
have. A strength I seem to
lack. A comfort that has left me

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in the dark
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All I want is a haven
away from the
noise of the
world

R U L E D
by discord
In the fingertips of Man
I'm so mentally drained...
Is it too much to ask for stability for once in my life?

Be back soon
Lyn
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
I beseech thee to hold up the
silvern lantern

Be thy guiding light and
walk with me into
tomorrow
  May 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Valsa George
Through the country paths, I lazily loitered,
watching Nature in its changing hue
straying farther into the interiors,
sundry and sublime vistas came into view.

in response to zephyr’s warm embrace,
the silvery leaves joyously fluttered.
the bees busied themselves collecting pollen
and birds on tree tops merrily chattered

it was the *** end of verdant spring.
summer’s sun stood behind my head.
bleat of sheep was heard from far.
‘Good day to you’….. Someone said.

There stood on the hill, a boy around fifteen
obviously he was of tribal breed.
with a beaming smile, he greeted me
but on walking to him, he ran like a steed

I saw him disappear behind the trees
and enter into a hut tiny as a nest
he lived in the lap of Mother Nature,
far from the city and its sooty dust

being coaxed, he hesitantly came out.
my tone of assurance and pleasing smile,
seemed to have won his confidence
as to a friend, he shared his eventful tale.

pointing to the sheep grazing in the *****,
he said, he earned a living caring the flock.
he stayed in the woods all day long,
feeding and tending his master’s sheep.

from dawn to dusk, through woods and meads,
he leads his sheep, calling them by their name.
un vexed, with simple pleasures he is content
and with a nomad’s life, he seems to be tame

he said, at home he has his invalid mother.
bringing her back to health is his mission in life
on referring to his mother, I watched his eyes glitter
nothing other than her illness posed to him a strife

from every utterance, I could sense his filial love.
even in abundance, while shadows line many faces,
on his visage, hope lingered as a dancing flame
to me he seemed above many, rich in other graces!

While parting, I handed him a little money
pausing unbelievably, with moist eyes
he accepted it, when a breeze passed caressing us
as if over a kind gesture, Nature seemed to rejoice!
This was written sometime ago based on a real incident with a sprinkle of imagination ! The boy with his cheerful disposition in the face of adversities continues to be an inspiring memory!
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Just as art is music for the eyes,
food is music for the tongue,
body and soul!
Nothing lifts me up like a lazy day in with good food!
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
Know that hearsay
is only half-lies
Need I say more...?
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