A masterpiece or epic.

I imagine it’s like painting
Writing down some lines
on a large blank canvas
With a myriad of designs.

Your mind is all a clutter
Scattered words – colour codes
A brushstroke or a fountain pen
Awaiting to explode.

An idea it begins to build
At times it all depends
On that momentary motion
Who knows where it will end.

A masterpiece or epic
Only time will tell
For there is nothing sweeter
Than silver strokes in lines pastel.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Find your Karmic Habitat

Even on the bleakest morn
whipping winds widespread warn
rising rolling – surging swell
spinning swirling problems dwell.

Sun is always out somewhere
spreading rays of joy
close your eyes, breathe slowly
Its wonders to employ.

Arid deserts, barren places
one can find a calm oasis
a friendly port to anchor at
find your Karmic habitat.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

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Love yourself more

Do we take for granted
The jibes that we are thrown
In the corner of the schoolyard
When we’re on our own.

Like worms they are divesting
Our creative brain
Eating at our confidence
Washing down the drain.

Or do we just ignore the bully
With a broad beaming smile
Show them up as nothing
With courage and with style.

It may not be all that easy
I know if you just tried
friends would gather around you
You will hold up your head with pride.

For a bully will be broken
By the good that’s all around
The more that we ignore them
The meeker they will sound.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

I write lines about the weather
sometimes sad and gloomy
Shadows that are scattered
upon a darkened wall.

Sometimes I write of radiance
of sunshine and of smiles
Beauty of the rustic leaves
that do in autumn fall.

But in truth I write of feelings
deep deep down inside
Of arrows that have pierced me
injuring my pride

Where life’s daily turbulence
is terribly disturbing
To others it is minor
to me it’s most perturbing.

But read into it as you may
The problem it’s all mine
Thank you for your presence
You stem my deep decline.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

An Acrostical Jump into January

Jump into this month
And you will find
New year’s resolutions of every kind
Up every morning, out for a run
After a while it wasn’t much fun
Reason then began to take hold
Your runners on eBay Speedily sold.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

A pocket full of sorrow
as I rumble for some change
to light a penny candle
in a chapel solemn – strange.

I feel for generations
who on these kneelers prayed
for hope and for forgiveness
in a spiritual serenade.

At a tabernacle there is silence
behind me empty pews
no rosaries or missals
to spread that gospel news.

A priest upon the alter
bells echo in the tower
people hidden in their houses
frightened, fragile, cower.

There is trust in their religion
to whichever God revered
for hope it springs eternal
there is nothing to be feared.

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The bruises were internal

no gashes, scars or marks

he tried to break her spirit

with abusive snide remarks.

How could he be so hurtful

for one who seemed so kind

the day that they got married

love etched upon her mind.

Now to preserve her sanity

she needed to escape

into a life of freedom

her future to reshape.

She had the inner courage

To get up, walk away

Put this all behind her

Live to love another day.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )