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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
You can't compete where
you don't compare.
One of the MANY reasons why I hate society - people pining people against each other for their own amusement. Creating unnecessary drama and blowing something completely out of proportion. Something that gets worse every **** day.
But also, this is relevant to people - be it friends or family, who see you as competition for no reason at all. They do one thing, you do another. And when you're the best at what you DO, that person will do the same thing as you for attention...
Personally speaking, I don't see people as competition. I just do what I want to do. Since when is that a bad thing?

Anyway, thank you so much for 85 followers! ^.^
Expect MORE Lantern poems from me. I thoroughly enjoyed it!
You guys are so amazing, I swear!

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Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Take    
my hand      
Walk with me      
through dalihian    
fields      

                  Vast
                  gardens
              ­   under the
                   crown of gold light
                   blooms

By            
the lake            
Under trees            
A silvern rope              
swings            

             Hold
             the rope
              swing to pond
               Swim beneath the
              stars

See              
Northern            
Lights dance past            
Strokes of painter's              
brush              

        Blues
          greens, pinks
          Pure   in  beats
          Music    for    our
          eyes

Tears                  
well  up                ­  
and  fall  at                  
the beautiful                
sight                

          Let
        love fly
        on the wings
          of hope and peace
        free

High        
to     the        
world of  dreams        
Ride   the  winds  of      
hope      

       I
        embrace
          hold  hands  with
           my  lost  inner
          child

Face            
towards          
the dark skies            
     Shadows behind              
me            

                                Heart
                          ­        is  now
                                   tender   flame
                                Don't hang,  lantern
                                  Fly
Lanterns poems, my lastest obsession!
I just let the words flow here. And reading it makes me feel so happy.
Like I'm lighting the lanterns of my inner child's dream...
Makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside, it's almost unreal.
Truly. These poems are making me happier. A level of happiness I haven't felt in such a long time. I'm definitely going to do more of these! ^.^
Love you, everyone! Thanks so much for 84 followers!
You're the bomb!
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Be patient, persevere and
all obstacles disappear.
If theres a wall, ram through and climb over it.
No matter what, there is nothing you cannot do!

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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Rain                  
falling                  
in the stream                  
The savage winds                  
blow                  

                    One
                      thousand
        ­                leaves sail down
                         red, green, yellow
                     lost

The                                    
willow                                    
shakes and weeps                                  
heads bowed strokes stream                                    
sad                   ­                 

                               Light
                               it rises
                                It flies by
                                 A fresh golden
                                 sight
A change from my usual poems in terms of format!
While looking for books on Japanese poetry, I found this website https://penandthepad.com/write-lantern-poem-4928414.html
Introducing me to the Lantern poem! While haikus use the syllable structure of five-seven-five syllables in a total of three lines. The Lantern poem uses five lines with a syllable structure of one, two, three, four and one syllables per line. Of course, it's called the 'Lantern' poem because it's meant to be shaped as a hanging lantern! I can't believe I didn't know about this, it's absolutely wonderful! I'm so gonna write more of these on my page! It was really refreshing to do! ^.^
I feel so inspired!

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Lyn ***
  Jun 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Johnny
I walk to my desk
With plans to compose a symphony of words
Grandiose words with which
To paint the space before me
But, I cannot
Something pulls at me
I look at this piece of paper
It blinds me
I need to fill the emptiness with something
Anything to allow me clarity
Something to contrast this dull void

Finally

A word appears in my head
Like a surfaced piece of a driftwood
Floating amidst a sea of thoughts
I close my eyes and write
A warmth permeates the air
I open my eyes to see what brought this change

It was your name

The paper was in the shape of a heart
I think the paper is my world
Empty and devoid of life
Until something meaningful is added
That something is you
You fill the void in my heart
My paper heart
  Jun 2018 Lyn-Purcell
Johnny
They kissed
His heart raced faster
The feel of her lips
Sent shivers down his spine
All thoughts pushed away
All but one
Her
Smiling, she stops and pulls back
That ****** disarming smile
“How’s that?” She asks
In response, he kissed her again
Even after, he could taste her
As he drops her off and watches her leave
He feels an ache that won’t go away
Somewhere in his soul
There’s a hole only she can fill
Driving away, he knew
That no matter what
He’d never forget her
This was the girl he’s waited so long for
The one he gave his sweatshirt to
And his heart along with it
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Tomorrow will be today
Today will be yesterday

That one yesterday I
promised to get work
done!

Quills in the inkpot
Papers scattered but
they're ready

But I put it off for tomorrow
                                           tomorrow
                                tomorrow
                       ­                 tomorrow

The same tomorrow of today
when today is yesterday

It's become my art form
Wasting time for tomorrow,
the thief!

The thought is so daunting
Ever so daunting

Of a piece of my work
that is left unfinished
Procrastination...
It's so easy to get into.
I've put so much of my work on hold because of it.
One excuse becomes a thousand and what I wanted to do rarely gets done.
Happens to the best of us!

Be back soon!
Lyn ***
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