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  Jul 2014 Marian
Andrew Durst
From time-to-time I struggle to find
the "glimpse of hope"
that we all need.

That single moment of serendipity.

But all of my struggles and all of my pain seem so worth it
by the end of every day.

Because my loved ones pick me up whenever I take a fall.
     And until the day I die
they'll have my back through it all.
And I will always return the favor.
Marian Jul 2014
I wish I had a Newfoundland dog
So he could comfort me
Whenever I cry

*~Marian~
See: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Newfoundland_(dog)
I Hope You All Enjoy This Random 15w Poem!!! :) ~~~~~~<3
Marian Jun 2014
So much pain
I do not know what to do with it all
The tears keep falling
My wounds are fresh and anew
My heart still raw from inner agony
So many whys and questions
Too many to name at present
All I can feel is pain
Watching others around me
Laugh without a care
Oh, how unfair it is!
Struggling in the pit of sorrows
And the ***** of daily pain
Weak, bruised, broken
I stand with trembling knees
A humble poetess writing poetry
To help ease the torture inside
Reading to calm herself...
Words uttered from scarred lips
So much pain and nothing to do with it all
Can I ever feel happy again?
So much hardships and stress
Such makes up the fragments of my life
Broken pieces of china
When will joy ever come to me?
Will I ever smile again?
There are times when happiness comes
Fleeting like the grains of sand
My tears fall from my miserable blue eyes
Behind them lies the life of a broken girl
Such is the story of my life

**~Marian~
Felt Really Depressed/Down Tonight...
So I Wrote This...It Is A Very Cathartic Poem
And Much Unlike My Usually Happy Writings...
But *Sigh* I Cannot Help It...
What With The Death Of My Aunt Joy
My Life Has Been Full Of Deep Dark Shadows...
The Same Thing Can Be Said For The Rest Of My Family!!! ~~~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy This Poem Anyway
Despite It Been Very Depressing And Morbid!!! ~~~~~<3
  Jun 2014 Marian
Hilda
More beneath mould'ring sullen earth do sleep
Than move and breathe with calm and cheerful ease;
Mocking flowers drooping who muse and weep—
Sturdy oaks free of sadness and disease.

Unconscious of final approaching doom,
Last appointment at late or early hour;
Unmindful of eager awaiting tomb,
Blissful, never do they despair nor tire.

'Till gaiety darkens to doleful sigh.
At the end of ev'ry road laughs a grave,
Whilst cruel time triumphantly doth fly
Mocking sad flower and stalwart oak brave.


**~Hilda~
© Hilda June 30, 2014
  Jun 2014 Marian
nivek
I cannot promise to love you forever;
but its a sure fact that I will
  Jun 2014 Marian
Sally A Bayan
Why does it turn its head from side to side?..........


Watching from the bay window, i knew that very moment,
it was obviously up to something, a mischief at most.
it was comfortably hunched under the cool shade
of the sweetsop tree; the fuschia bougainville,
its thorny  branches  added  to the  shade.
Glaring blue-gray eyes appeared to be
basking in the sunny weather, the
yellow and pink wildflowers, its
body, hiding from the rays of
the sun, hiding 'neath the
tall, swaying  branches
of the oxygen  plant,
with its soft stems
moving weirdly
like a see-saw,
the succulent
leaves, one
by  o n e
being cut
off its stem.
It seemed sure,
as it  hit  its  nose
a g a i n s t  the  whole
bunch over and over....the
leaves, one by one, fell  softly
on the ground. Now, i know why
it turned its head, from side to side...
how surprised was i, for it gathered  the
fallen leaves to where it hid  underneath  the
sweetsop tree......for there, the leaves occupied
some space, and then i saw it lay upon the coolness
of the gathered leaves, then leant its head beside an old
empty clay ***, cold, too, i suppose.....fell asleep in comfort.
I fought the urge to lift this clever,  self-reliant  creature, take it
to my lap and cuddle it, lest it scratch me with its furry paws, glare
at me, even growl at me....instead of rubbing its  body  near  my  legs
giving me sweet meows, soft purrs, so, i left it alone while cat-napping.



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A.Bayan
Marian, another one for Lady Jane...please take a moment, lift yourself from your sorrow, read this poem, with Lady Jane  on your lap.
I hope it helps, Marian.
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