Author: PenAndPaperStoriesblog

I am an educated adult female with Bachelor and Master degrees in Business Management. I am married with four children. I enjoy writing and drawing for a hobby and brain vacations. My dream is to publish a novel someday, but I am building on my short story and poetry crafts now.

Song Bird

To the song bird who sings
Not for perfection or mutterings…
Spreading love and so much more
Life, if noticed, is adored-
A Presence so pure in devotion
Left for my heart and ear consumption…
Thank you for teaching beyond your wings
The appreciation for simpler things-
For without reminders during strife
More of us would lose in life…
So I look as you lead the way
And carry the words I do pray-
Please play your song for me,
For in it I am truly free.

Awaken

Steps forward
Are the only to take,
Whether at the beginning
Or at golden gates…
Steps going back
Are tainted with remorse,
Foolish actions
Love lost in the course…
Yes there is bad
Even when there is great,
Become the compass
Instead of the hate…
Don’t speak with BUT
Or argue a lie,
Don’t lay down your strength
Wasting your Try…
For in the mirror
And inside your ears,
Stands who you are
Don’t be cavalier…
For it starts with You,
Your actions taken-
It starts with now,
Let your spirit awaken.

Vision

My vision
For 2020
Is blurred
And broken.

So little there
To take each thing
Flightless
These broken wings.

I’m reminded
To not follow
Even this year
And likewise.

For if I look
I can find
Still there
Father’s watchful Eye.

Nemesis

To walk about
Because of voice
And waste it all
Is just a vice.
No glory will come
Just like the lesson
Ignorance in kind
No matter who listens.
For was it not already written?
It does not matter
Nor what I believe
The world will end anyway-
By necessity.
And why?
People are fools-
When they are foolish…
And the stars align accordingly.

Sacrifice

For tonight
Dancing upon the grave
Teach the life
And sacrifice I gave.
The living may not know
As We lay dying
The clarity now
Blocked by their crying.
Oh the rage
As seeds are laid
Never mind the need
Or price I paid.
And You will know
Too little too late
Just like us
This is your fate.

Tired

For being lost
Who is to know?
With so many forks
Where to go?
And with every step
Tiredness creeps
Beyond the breath
Faded heart beats.
And the break
In only things
Not in forgiveness
Or human beings.
Just so tired
With no way to sleep
So begs one more tear
For the Lord to keep.

This

The theft in the night
More wrong than right
Some people walk
More to sin
In a distance
And next of kin
And we wait
While many fall
In the mirror
Or down the hall
And when we wake
From morning bliss
We went from then
To being this.

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Tomorrow

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Freedom, America takes for granted
So clear now that it’s yesterday-
Never before so fragile
Reality creating dismay.

And you are nothing
When life makes you a chore-
And what is called compassion
Is an attempt to control open doors.

So control it back
By the power within you…
For no virus can attack
A heart filled and true…

And it will be tomorrow
Once yesterday is done
And you’ll awaken different
When the battle is finally won!

Liberty is flexible
When other worlds control your play-
Adapt to the moment
To make tomorrow the better day.