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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 2, 2014 22:43:22 GMT
A weekly theme that can stir inspiration or bring up memories: A box full of secrets |
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Post by puddles on Nov 3, 2014 0:18:04 GMT
A Box Full of Secrets
I have a box full of secrets
that only I can open
it's filled with special trinkets
which often leaves me coping
With memories held so dear
this secret box makes me weep
and never will I fear
the love that goes so deep
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Post by doreen23 on Nov 3, 2014 7:47:38 GMT
Beautiful Puddles
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Post by doreen23 on Nov 3, 2014 15:38:29 GMT
My box of wishes
If I were given three wishes
I would keep them in a box
For presently, I am happy
So I could keep my box locked.
I would not wish for money
It is only there to spend
Happiness, I have plenty
Sharing with family and friends
My health is good enough
Just age related I fear.
I have been happy and sad
But God is always near.
With my dear husband
I have travelled a lot
I have laughed and I’ve cried
Yet I’m grateful, for what I have got.
I have everything I need
At this present time
Time to give and time to share
With those Grandchildren of mine
But as I walk these earthly roads
My God is by my side
And if I need those wishes
He will help me to decide.
But my box is a secret
so noo ones does know
What I really wish for
And I will never show
Doreen E Hampshire
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Post by puddles on Nov 3, 2014 18:52:33 GMT
Doreen, your box of wishes are no secret to me, I know what you wish for, and I hope they come true. Written from your heart, the best ones always are
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 7, 2014 21:17:07 GMT
Either box of secrets or box of wishes, your Poems are lovely and enjoyed, thank you Roland and Doreen!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 7, 2014 21:17:23 GMT
A box full of secrets
Lined up in cardboard, linen or leather
With titles written in colour or gold,
Stand book after book , all close together
Being a treasure for mind and heart bold.
Among them there is just one single book
Like dozens, in fact it is furtive fake,
Although possessing a very same look,
No pages, it’s empty, for secrets’ sake.
In there are treasured little values of life,
Once gifts, collected all through many years,
Tokens cherished as child, now as wife
Reminding of happiness, joys and tears.
A book full of secrets, precious to me
Long times forgotten -- with racing heartbeat
Taken off the shelf to set ‘diamonds’ free,
Guiding me back along memory street.
My secrets remain forever and a day
If I’d share them they lost all sense,
With me they wandered all this long way
Reminding treasures, a lifetime dispense.
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Post by puddles on Nov 7, 2014 22:48:45 GMT
Mystic, treasures of a lifetime exists in your words which guides you back upon a memory lane. May your precious secrets follow you on he road of life you travel.
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