Author: Reena Saxena

I fell in love with sweet Laura but it was not meant to be

the skies were dark and no bright birds sang

when she walk hand in hand with me

I fell in love with sweet Lauren but neither did our love last

the undertaker worked overtime

until our affair had passed

at last I have met sweet Laurie

and she is the bride for me

and now I sit here reading

of what was not ever meant to be

of broken hearts from so long ago

o shall I ever again be set free?

each of us host
a number of
astounding potentialities
wrapped in this
tiny garment of physicality
within us lies the seeds
of the cosmos, stars,
universes, and galaxies
our very own divinity
why shy away, choosing
to be locked in a world
without paint and color
wanting to be
like everyone else
refusing to stand out
refusing to shine
being a master
at limiting the divine
intentionally blocking
its flow, believing you are
never good enough
so clever at playing the keys
of inferiority complex
trapped in resentment
and bitterness
keep on replaying in the mind
i am not like him
i am not like her
i am no genius
my craft is no better
but dear, how would you know
if you didn’t even show
that brave heart of yours
just answer that nudge
that call of the higher soul
you may be afraid, but-
trust, you are always…

Where had it all gone wrong? She had been so much in control but now found herself spiraling ever downward, confined to a prison of her own making.

Kate Walsh sat reflectively in the back pew of Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church reviewing her life, her family, and its highs and lows, trying to discern a course of action and decide what she should do next.

Her marriage of twenty-five years had produced six children, the oldest twenty-three years, and the youngest ten years. Had she been a good wife, and mother, or could she have done better, the thoughts went around and around in her head?

She did like a clean house, and she expected her children and husband to comply. She did like regimentation, never allowing her children to sleep past 8:00 a.m., ensuring they eat only…

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #257

REACTION


Many break down with complication
Sensible look for the solution
Blaming and grieving
Praying and complaining
Sighing and winning
Never helps
But the majority believes in this notion

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Break times, in the factory, could be torture for some and a time to read for others. Locked minds felt bored. There was nothing they could do but ponder on what had gone wrong in their shift.

Bob, scrunching his eyes, thought about what he would do if he won the lottery. Last week he spent his wages trying to win that fortune, now he had no choice but to work.

Paul, leaning on his knees, couldn’t get over the argument with his production manager. All he did was moan about him being late on shift, or not being quick enough. He was sick of this treatment, but where else could he work. This was his seventh job in as many months.

Jack, reading his book, didn’t love his work, but it paid the bills. He was able to feed his family, give help to those…

Inspired by Reena’s Exploration Challenge #257 & Moonwashed Musings Weekly Prompt – Dappled

behind bars from crime
convict’s records dappled with blight
some fight for freedom

once upon a time in a land far away
there were three hooded villains that had no place to stay
They walked all day and night to find something to do
They wandered the open fields and busy cities too.

Then all of a sudden the wind began to blow
The temperature was dropping and it began to snow
They headed for a cave to stay calm, warm, and dry
When the biggest of the three of them just began to cry

He said he didn’t like this, the running and the cold
He said his back was aching, that he was getting old
He wanted to go back home where he could rest his head
but in the morning when they woke the poor guy was dead.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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