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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 17, 2014 8:29:16 GMT
Who would not know about the jigsaw of life, while we often search for pieces that mend: Jigsaw of life |
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Post by doreen23 on Nov 17, 2014 22:10:57 GMT
Jigsaw of Life
There are so many pieces
In the jigsaw of Life
For I am a daughter
And a loving wife
I am also a mother
An aunty too
A really god friend
To quite a few
Yet our life can be so complex
Trying to put it all together
For it can be very hard
Not just because of the weather
But yet if you really try
You can be a friend and wife
For just living can be so hard
Just like a jigsaw of life
Doreen 2014
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 22, 2014 16:13:27 GMT
So true Doreen, thank you for your thoughts!
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 22, 2014 16:13:53 GMT
The Jigsaw of life
Our life forms by thousand pieces like the ocean by waterdrops
And many a times in this wide span we are standing on some tops.
Each piece we accept and try to fit it in where it will go,
It can work sometimes easy, often it happens we don’t know.
In trying time we may lose some, they just seem slipping by
We stop a while and try again and ask the questions ‘why’?
One day to complete the picture, only the blue skies are left
We see the light and passed are days when of hope we were bereft.
All through life we gathered pieces like shells from seashore sand,
Enjoyed the days of love and laughter, but time slips through our hand.
With million combinations we shall set our puzzle right
And the picture finally showing, is a masterpiece, what a sight!
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Post by puddles on Nov 22, 2014 17:26:47 GMT
Yes, Dee, you write from your heart, it tells the reader so much, may your jigsaw called life be less cutting.
Yes Mystic, life is very much as you describe a thousand pieces, each drop a piece of the puzzle, like both of these poems, and now I give you my version of the jigsaw of life, much sadder then what you both displayed.......ps: why is it so sad and dark, in watching the news and reading the news everyday one sees the evil in this world, and it is sad indeed.............will try and finish this poem, and in doing so will put a positive end to my words, but that is for another time........
The Jigsaw of Life
The jigsaw of life contains jagged edges
That tears our dreams apart
Lying in wait within the hedges
Containing no soul or heart
Exists the embodiment of sheer evil
A shape persistently oppressive and stark
Trying so hard to be our rival
Lurking convincingly inside the dark
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Post by mysticbluebell on Nov 23, 2014 18:20:40 GMT
An excellent start of the poem Roland -- I already wait for the continuation, thank you!
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