All Through my Life

I.

Mark my words, these chords I’m playing
All my life, i will be singing
All through sunshines and rains
All through hurts and through pains
My love will keep burning.

Chorus 1.

It’s like a little heaven on earth (2×)
‘Cos it’s like a little heaven on earth
When I’m with you…oooh

II.

I swear this song i will sing forever
As we grow older and wiser
All through the days of my life
All through the moments in strife
My love will be yours ever.

Chorus 2.

It’s like a little heaven on earth (2x)
‘Cos it’s like a little heaven on earth
When I believe in you….oooh

Bridge

Heaven on earth…heaven on earth..
With you….oooh…with you..

 

P.S.

This week’s photo prompt of Helene made me wanna hum a song and strum a guitar. It probably would feel so good singing a song watching those lights up and above in the sky so high, up until they become tiny little stars in heaven from earth. BUT i cannot hum a song nor strum a guitar so a wrote a beautiful song instead which i hope one day i can (or someone can ) can put a melody on it.

cc

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Stone Cold (poem)

Stone cold, that has become
Of a child abandoned at home.

Stone cold, a mother had been
Lonely, tired and forgotten.

Stone cold, a father for sure
All tide up at work, joy so unsure.

Stone cold, a family will be
If, and only they allow it to be.

 

 

In response to:

Weekly challenge

Tuesday, October 9, 2018

Welcome to “What do you See?”

Reply with a poem, haiku, tanka or short story
which represents what you (see) feel (within you) about this photo.

Write your post on your “own blog” linking back to this post with a Pingback. Or you can copy the URL of your post in the comment section.

I look forward to your creative inspiration.  Have a good week.

Hélène

This week’s challenge photo:

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Kaliedoscope

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(Photo credit: mine)

 
Each twist in the universe
is a new experience,
a change in the
settings of our lives
adapt and live
with the change.
Adjust our vision
to the new pattern of life
set before us.

For we are, a kaliedoscope world.

My (unusual) Poem

           My (unusual) Poem

My poems are not poetical
So they cannot be magical.

I write them in the afternoon
Unpoetic time no stars no moon.

I seldom use figures of speech
My words within a grade five’s   reach.

My inspiration, not love
But a flying dove.

My poems are not poetical
They’re down to earth like ***pandesal.
***Pandesal or pan de sal (Spanish for “salt bread”) is a common bread roll in the Philippines madeof flour, eggs, yeast,
sugar, and salt.

In response to Friday Foto Fun – Unusual

Unusual – this ornate Hindu temple is in the Blue Mountains outside Sydney
surrounded by Australian bush!

Please share something you’ve seen in an unusual setting, maybe a bit out of context?

or

creatively write about an unusual situation?

 

Come on the more the merrier, please share and read each others photo posts!

Please complete before next Friday using a pingback to link your post.

 

 

Hush Now

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Keep still
amidst chaos and turmoil
all through the roaring thunder
and all through the rising tide
rest your weary heart
like an ocean easing up
after a storm
hush now.