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Unconditional Love
When I was a human I was unloved and unwanted. On my deathbed, I made a wish; to come back as a dog. And it happened, here I am wrapped in a blanket, loved beyond reason. You want to know what’s funny? As a human I never knew you had to love unconditionally in order to be loved.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too! – The Night Out [multiverse] – A poem challenge from a Guy Called Bloke.
Rory, A Guy Called Bloke, started a challenge, to add an additional 4 lines to his poem about a Night out.
Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too!
He passed it to Sadje of Keep it Alive who then added 4 more lines then passed it on….
Eventually, it was passed to Li of Tao Talk who then tagged me. And there it has languished until now.
Check out Li’s post here:
Not Just My Verse, Your Two Two Too! — The Night Out [multiverse]
The Night Out!
Rory’s bit:
Quite excited l am, seriously,
Not often that my friends and l go out,
For a night on the town so mysteriously,
To have a laugh and a fool about!
Sadje’s bit
Though we have plans to go to town
But it is pouring down by buckets
We may go to see the circus and the clown
Let’s start the evening by first buying the tickets
Di of Pensivity 101’s bit
Oh what a shame, they’re all sold out
Whatever will we do now,
I know, we’ll all go down the pub,
Have a pint and some decent chow…………..
Paula’s bit
But I hear an unearthly sound
Along with fiendish laughter and howls;
I would prefer to turn back around–
It’s two for one monsters’ night out!
Li’s bit
As we turn, our way is blocked
By something large and yellow
He’s Big Bird – but his eyes are red
A zombified, HUNGRY fellow!
Kristian’s Addition:
And behind him appears a shape,
Woolly with some blood-soaked stains
The Snuffleupagus’s mouth agape,
Desperately hungry for some brains.
Beckie’s addition:
Jim Hensen’s eyes are glazed over
as he moves past Snuffleupagus’s slow stride,
every known Muppet is seething and foaming at the mouth
Where oh where can myself and all my friends hide?
Linda Lee Lyberg’s addition:
The only place to go was down the manhole
and there, in the dark who did they meet
None other than the March Hare and Alice
having a steaming hot cup of pomegranate tea
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
So, now, I am passing the poem to Walt Page at Walt’s Writings!
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#Haiku: Joy of Light 5
spirit seeks solace
joyful butterfly dreaming
soft whisper of wings
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019
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When the Wind Moves
When the wind moves through trees on my morning stroll
I hear the breeze calling, a longing within my soul
‘Come, write what you hear me playing, let the words
float free like I do on a brisk sunny day.’
When I’m in my sacred garden down on my knees
with yearning fingers caressing lush fertile earth
I watch playful geckos dancing on the garden wall,
and in their graceful moves a poem will emerge.
When the mockingbird sings high in the lone tree,
I know he sings not at all for me, but still-
what bliss to revel in his elusive melody
and while away hours listening to his trill.
In these simple tasks I’m dreaming my life away
my mind is always swirling with stanzas unfurling
as I waltz to a symphony of music always playing
in my grateful poet’s heart on a fine spring day.
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poetics: Your Poetic Hum
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#Haiku: Joy of Light 4
cloistered forest path
bathed in golden light, God’s grace
amber leaves crackle
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat 2019
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#Haiku: Joy of Light 3
Dappled reflections
waters rippling in his wake
mallard duck dreaming
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Carpe Diem’s Light Retreat
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First Swallowtail
Here in my garden I sit admiring the fruits of my labor. It’s been a busy morning of cleaning, raking, weeding, sweeping, and planting french breakfast radish seeds. The solitude and peace is marvelous, and the only sounds I hear is a distant lawn mower and birds singing.
Spring arrives in my part of the world early; it is my favorite time of year.
vivid green leaves sprout
white blossoms unfurl sweet scent-
swallowtail nectars
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: These are all photos of my garden, taken today.
Frank Tassone’s Haikai Challenge # 77 March Equinox
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