Paula's Poetry

  SUNSHINE AND STORMS Sweet, glorious, sun-kissed happiness Understands the heights of joyfulness Noon repast, laid with expectation Soon to receive a long forgotten flirtation Honey mine woman borne four precious alive In and out the years grew apart yet children thrived Notions of apart but still near, to cosset and care Eventually brings heartbreaks, tears, and despair. Angels descend and instruct repentance Nigh the time approaches that brings Damnation or Salvation Salvation sounds strongly and Trysts only if sanctified difficult Options grow narrow as calling Rises more clamorous Mounting a fever of favor Surmounting worldly lusts ~PLS/PCS~10/26/2020 All reactions: 25 Nancy Ndeke, Ica Iova and 23 others 20 2 Share

  WHAT BREED? When you refer to a Human by Asking “Breed?” That’s a bit bizarre Blood is blue, cut is red Race is human Evolved from apes? Evolved from God? Dios is my choice. ~PLS/PCS~10/26/2021 I need to explain this - first, never write a poem when your mind is on something else. Second, explain a bit more - In my mind we talk of breeds when it is an animal such as my Pit Terrier Serafina who was raised in a pound for her first year with only cats for company, thus she thinks she is a cat. Third, the poem was triggered by a comment about the caste system being removed, and someone saying how will we know their breed? All reactions: 1 Larisa Chernova

  IN THE NIGHT In the night, evil lurks and squats, needing cover to its pooping Tasteless, salacious, crude Hasty posting and skittering away Eventide before dawn sheds its light Now, no friends of mine are determined to insults or injury but those who are walking Gawking and stalking a downward path Hellbound to regions no sane person seeks Time to awaken to reality; only a short time to malady. ~PLMS/PCSS~10.27.2022 Sudbury news photo I usually see sparkle and good, but some people always want to stir a pot of sludge. And as I took a quick look at my mobile found the crudeness that the ignorant want to spread in these times. Under cover of darkness, all and everyone is brought into the light. Even the emoji is in distress. All reactions: 2 Mark Durfee and 1 other 1 Share On this day

  Nominated by Miljana Zivanovic, A woderful weaver of words. Today is Day 4 of my participation in this #3rdday Russian poetry flash mob. #StihiMenyaNeOstavlyayut #СтихиМеняНеОставляют #PeetMeNotLeave to participate in an 8 day marathon of poem with picture and in turn to nominate others for 8 days. Today, I hereby nominate Deepa Sabharwal GIFTS OF THE SPIRIT Three Gifts I have already told FEAR OF THE LORD is aweness In the sight of the Lord, giving Him back the gifts He packed in Your spirit, your brain filled with His wishes and desires for mankind An unconditional love no matter The circumstances, no matter events UNDERSTANDING that we have choices Packed into that bag and our picking our Pathway leads us into the circumstances Everyone finds when wrong or right decisions made Rest squarely upon their own shoulders PIETY forgotten on a journey, doing it our way Instead of the easy way, lying down Ego and seeing that path brings peace Turning towards the light that guides...