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May 2021 David R

WILLIAM WORTHLESS

when your heart is broken tears roll down your face
the world that you once knew is now a lonely place
emotions they are shattered there all torn apart
like the shattered pieces of your broken heart.

gone now has the love that you relied upon
your left on your own now your the lonely one
you must use your strength and will to carry on
time will heal the hurt till all the pain has gone.

then you move along make a brand new start
love it will return once more to your heart.

Apr 2021 David R

Bedtime tender whisper

Apr 2021 David R

Odd Odyssey Poet

Bedtime tender whisper

Sleep now my little baby,
as the night whispers to you a sweet lullaby
Under the stars tonight,
bright dreams will keep you warm inside.

Sleep now my little treasure,
drift off into a peaceful sleep
In this quiet night where everything sleeps,
you won't hear a sound, nor a creature peep.

I'll tuck you in tight,
these warm blankets will comfort you all night.
The Sun has set,
the moon is up from the west
Your bed a nest,
sleep now my little baby
And find your rest.

Off to dreamland now,
I'll light the way
I won't make a sound,
till then, I'll meet with you the next day.

Goodnight my sweet,
and sweet dreams to you.

#goodnight #lullaby #child #love #rhyme

Apr 2021 David R

You're worth it

Apr 2021 David R

Odd Odyssey Poet

You're worth it

Some of us feel worthless,
hard to breathe living on the surface.
No matter what hurts us,
never forget what is your purpose.

And you're always worth it.

#life #worth #rhyme

Apr 2021 David R

Life's battleground

Apr 2021 David R

Odd Odyssey Poet

Life's battleground

The long fights,
Worth in winning the small battles
The long nights,
Shine together through the lonely shadows.

Life's battleground
where you stand,
Upon each battle we've won,
come out of them smiling glad.

Remember, you're not the only one.

#life #battle #battleground #rhyme

Apr 2021 David R

dry bones

Apr 2021 David R

jordan

dry bones

a land textured with years
and sage-scented experience
crackles under boot-clad foot

and within flowing crystalline skies
a cloud's dream of permanence
withers like the desert sand below

The dry bones of countless trees are a constant reminder of the impermanence of life as I tread lightly across the eastern ***** of Rattlesnake Mountain. The game trail I follow is mostly imagined, but I take heart in the occasional week-old boot track of another soul that was also driven up this rugged *****. Were they compelled by the deep-seated need to see what's over the next hill, around the next bend, beyond the next horizon, like I am? The ghosts left behind in the form of empty footprints are no more or less real than those inhabiting the skeletons of long-dead junipers, and they all haunt my climb to the next ridge.