Dear Bunny Rabbit
I don’t want chocolate to eat
I would rather a different treat
I want my family to get along
I want to hear a happy song
I don’t need no chocolate cake
I’d like to see less heartache
I want to see my grandkids more
watch them hunt for eggs galore
I could do with a lucky break
This year there is a lot at stake
Really all I need this year
is a lotto win and ice cold beer
Now I know you’re not Santa Claus
but there is I tell a real good cause
So if you can see to it or find a way
I’d appreciate your help.
And have a good day.
Sincerely A Nanna in Need.
PS: Happy Easter.
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Paula Rowlands
Paula, known as Pivotal Poetry on FB, has been writing poems for more than 35 years. She has been published in a few anthologies over the years and has several books out on Amazon. She enjoys sharing her logophile world through Poetry.
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Universal Order
Stay in my arms, keep me warm, take me away to an island of cottage houses that live in heaven. If I could reside in a rose, sleep on a candle, eat grapes from the moon and have a bubble bath as my bed then joy would wake my soul every morning from the mountain. Gazing into the ethera from flesh to alternate realities; my soulmate is seen picking flowers, singing with the greenery, flipping pages lost in a book, barefoot soaking in a riverbed. While my wild hearted kids spur in a child’s world dispersed in the wilderness of Mother Earth’s fortress. An immeasurable treasure filled of pain and pleasure such is the adventure of life. An experience that unfolds you to your core, shedding layers to your purpose and the one course to take is… suffering. A blessing or curse? Advantage or disadvantage? Suppose you could say it differs between individuals. For he who has been wounded and healed learns to stitch others. And it’s when death ground swallows you that you’re made to dig into the trenches of your neglected parts. It is then when meaning is uncovered and you fall into the universe but realise it was just the doorstep of your soul. Preordained by the structurelessness of time’s myth every piece will fill when it’s destined in the open passage universal order. The heart’s deepest desires will blossom when the season is right.
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