Three Lines Tale: Sparks
Come on, let the sparks fly Let it light up the night So it can spread far and wide.
Come on, let the sparks fly Let it light up the night So it can spread far and wide.
It seems like yesterday when I walked down the aisles dressed in white.
Battered tattooed hands with an ingenuous attitude, He’s someone who can stand the pain And that’s exactly her type of man.
She loves everything about thunder and lightning.
Three tepees glow in the night
He is a dare devil and fire is his muse.
Since it’s Mother’s Day, I’ve decided to re-post this from last Mother’s Day, May 10, 2015. It’s an old poem I wrote. Hope everyone’s enjoying their Sunday and Mother’s Day. Sometimes, when I’m working and I’m bored, random thoughts would invade. Yesterday afternoon, the random thought of Mother’s Day brought me to search my archived…
Through this arrow-shape window, I play I spy, I spy with my little eyes a bird, no wait, a golden harp Can a golden-eggs-laying goose be hiding in plain sights? This is a response for Sonya’s challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write 3 lines about the picture above. The harp and the golden-eggs-laying goose…
Left right, left right, just one more minute, one more step Please don’t let me have a mishap For I might fall off this rickety bridge and never come back. 😀 Well, that wasn’t too hard, I thought it’d be harder. Anyway, I’m taking part in Sonya’s newest challenge, 3 Lines Tale, where we write…
It has been so long since I have last walked this road.
I have come today bearing a broken heart
Note: Before you read this, just be warn, I usually write stories, not poems. I’m not a poetry kind of person and this might probably be one of the worst poems you’ve ever read, not that I’m putting myself down, but seriously, I don’t write poetry but I’m actually feeling too lazy to write an actually…
There is a shelf in my father’s office.
It’s Saturday once again and you know what that means,
Happy Saturday, everyone!