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Rivers of Tears

shed a million rivers of tears ‘cos i’m missing you dear

there are times when holding on doesn’t anymore count on

so i took refuge and snug on at the comfort of what i could embrace right now

because for now, it’s all that i have and nothing else

nothing else can make me stop and shed a million rivers of tears.

what would you do if i say it’s killin’ me to be out here somewhere

where i lay my head at night silently sobbing for it’s in your arms i wanna be

what would you say to my grieving heart

what would you do to make me stop

shed a million rivers of tears?

all i can do is hold on here to something i don’t know what

all i can do is hang on to the thinnest piece of thread that’s connecting us

all…

Like a puppet on a string

I do what I was told to do

Gracefully asprawl on cue

I dance, fight or even sing

Can’t leave for I have no wing

Feeling I just have to go through

Like a puppet on a string

I do what I was told to do

One day I promise to fling

Free from all this I flew

Just be me hope that’s true

See what the future can bring

Like a puppet on a string*

(c) ladyleemanila 2022

• Rondel – A French form consisting of 13 lines: two quatrains and a quintet, rhyming as follows: ABba abAB abbaA. The capital letters are the refrains, or repeats.

For: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2022/07/07/reenas-xploration-challenge-238/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #238

Prompt #238

We have a picture prompt this week.

Freedom of Speech? What’s That

I can’t smile and dance

or even put on a mask

Keeping one’s cool

becoming arduous task

I’m not a puppet

attached to strings

whom puppeteer can command

to dance to his tune

I’m perturbed

by what’s going around

You may be beheaded

by calling

a spade a spade

even if instigated by

a loathsome tirade

Sarah is our hostess for the MLMM Tuesday Photo Challenge. You can join in here
Photo credit Darrell Whiley
My image has no softness,
All angles and sharp lines,
No curves.
I could be smiling,
Or maybe puckering up for a kiss,
But my lips are hard and uninviting.
I was an idea,
A vision, a prototype,
But I represent nothing,
Not even a paper company
Or school of origami.
I am just here,
A face without a name or purpose,
A novelty for someone to photograph.

Exploitive gimmicks

strings of modern politics

man, a mere puppet!

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #238

Written for Reena’s Exploration Challenge #238

The waiting game.

We don’t need strings to move. That’s our secret.

We are watching you, watching you, watching you

from the back of the shop. Bundled together in a circle,

Waiting, waiting, waiting

for you

to make the mistake

of thinking

we are not here.

From The Eyes of Another

i’ve learned the ways of the world in many different manners from different people.

from the eyes of a friendly neighborhood baker
who views life like a bread
that it isn’t just a food but a symbol and metaphor of a bigger journey through life
the best ones we keep the rest we just take a bite and let it go.

from the soul of an old town family physician who is a great listener and emphatic to the concerns of his patients
he is not condescending nor arrogant and treat patients as he wanted to be treated
most importantly he does his job with joy and gratitude
as we should always be in life.

from the magic tricks of a joyous party clown who makes every little kid hope for the best
that even things that are impossible may be possible actually
that things…

Inspired by Eugenia’s Weekly Prompt – Encore & Reena’s Exploration Challenge #238

settling into stillness now
to reflect on conduct
while preparing for a reprisal

with time, effort, and study
may the encore be productive
until

performances
are put away
and the show is over