The Moon and The Stars -Quadrille

I wondered many times
as i hide
about the stars
the moon
up in the sky so high
flustered at the sight
how they filled up the sky

Am I a moon or, just one of the stars
you keep counting on the sky?

 

 
Written for D’Verse. WimsyGizmo is hosting Monday Quadrille
at D’Verse Poets.  He has prompted us with the word “Up”.

Also for Helene of  Willow Poetry, What Do You See?

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Helen of Troy

If silence has voice
It could have screamed
A million little cries
And if Helen of Troy had a choice
She would have made a statement
When she was stripped down and displayed
For men of war to choose

Kidnapped by Paris, or did she willingly escape?

If words are wounded
It could have bled
A thousand sudden deaths
And if Helen of Troy had a choice
She would have rather died than fled away
And set off a war of 10 years array

Did she find happiness and love in its way?

If Helen of Troy had lived
She could have inspired millions
Of beautiful women around
In search for love and acceptance
With dignity to behold
Worthy of love untold

Would you rather scream silently, or bleed profusely?

Note:

In Greek mythology, Helen of Troy also known as Helen of Sparta, was said to have been the most beautiful woman in the world. She was married to King Menelaus of Sparta but was abducted by Prince Paris of Troy after the goddess Aphrodite promised her to him in the Judgement of Paris

Written for kate’s  Friday Mythical Photo Challene, hop in to join he fun https://aroused.blog/2019/05/04/friday-foto-fun-mythical/

I took the challenge of writing a poem about one of my favorite characters in Greek Mythology.

And below is a photo of a butterfly worthy of being called beautiful like Helen of Troy.

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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.

Stuck (Etheree)

Stuck
In the
Middle of
Life’s crossroad paths
What we missed; must go
Least we live in the past
And can’t let go; the present
Is a must to live and enjoy
For nobody gets closer, as future
Remains a vision, when we are just stuck.

In response to:

Tuesday, October 2nd, 2018

Welcome to “What do you See?”http://helenevaillant.com/2018/10/02/what-do-you-see-october-2nd-2018/

Reply with your choice of poetry or short story,
whatever represents what you (see) (feel) (within you) about this week’s photo.

a) Write your post on your “own blog”, linking it to this post:
1) by creating a Pingback, or
2) add the URL to your blog’s post in the comment section of this post.

This week’s challenge photo:

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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.