It Has Been Said

bunny+and+ducklingIt has been said that April showers bring May flowers
I like to say The Earth comes alive:
the flora, the fauna and it’s peoples too!

All that’s alive sparkles bright, fresh and new.
Butterflies flutter o’er here and o’er there
as robins scramble upon the grass in search of
foods and bright colored ribbons to take to their nest.

The sweet fragrance of lilacs, roses and more
awakens my spirit and brightens by soul.
The warmth of sunshine upon my skin
puts a skip in my step and a song in my heart.

Baby Bunnies, fluffy ducks and yellow balls of fluff,
learning to hop, to quack, to chirp
following their mothers in a row
between the daffodils white and yellow.

Tulips of red, bright pink and deep purple
are given by lovers in sweet smelling bouquets
longings of love each spring renewed.

© MemeesMusings/B.L. Memee, 2015-2017. All rights reserved.

Parade

Parade was submitted to March’s Poetry on Parade linky party by Malvika over at Magical Corner. I hope you enjoy it as much as every one else has!

wpid-919628334648-1380725205The cymbals clash,
The crowds cheer,
The party has begun,
The celebration has started.

The magician’s magic,
The charmer’s charm,
The dancer’s grace,
The singer’s voice.

The positivity around,
The flashing colours,
The sparkling decor,
The happy souls.

The extravagant aura,
The splendid realm,
The fancy costumes,
The new feel.

The cultural view,
The varied traditions,
The endless fun,
The loud music.

Its the time when,
One forgets the world.
Enjoyment becomes the order,
Of the parade called life…

Battle Ground

via Tea With Ellie
Author:  
Eloise Shorneylove-is-a-battlefield

I love him

Like the sky loves a storm

 Cover my eyes

Ignore what he wreaks on my soul

I love him

Like the earth loves the sun

I bask in his glory

Splitting wide open

Becoming undone

I need this

I need it

I need to throw myself away

To a boy who won’t even catch me

Because that is what I make love to be

it is the destroying, the extreme.

It is not the sun, warming the leaves

It is not the storm releasing the heavens

It is the fire, the blackened tree tops,

It is the burning, cracking earth.

It is.

No more.

I will not be victim

I will not open

I will not cover my eyes

I will let this need go.

Let him go.

Because love should not be a battle ground

It should not split and bleed me out

It should

Fulfil me

Not be this aching gnawing need

I love him

Like no one should ever love anyone

Because love

Should not destroy you

But make you

But in all truth

All I’ve learnt of love

Didn’t come from him

But how I felt about my own skin.

So before I let another in

I need to learn to love myself

Before I fall in love with him.

Battle Ground is one of three winning poetry submissions from February’s poetry party: How Do I Love Thee? It was submitted by Eloise Shorney.  To read more of Ellie’s wonderful poems join her for Tea at Elliesian’s Visions.

Challenge yourself with the art of poetry, all writers, all ages welcome to join Memee’s Poetry Party… after you’ve submitted your original work, challenge your friends to join in the fun!

Battle Ground original poem © Eloise Shorney 2015-2017. All rights reserved.
Battle Ground post: © Memee’s Musings/B.L. Memee, 2015-2017. All rights reserved.

Trouble

via The Haunted Lullaby
Author:  Jarrod Champagne

Trouble is one of three winning poetry submissions for last month’s poetry party: How Do I Love Thee? It was submitted by The Haunted Lullaby blogger, Jarrod.

Image courtesy of: http://www.eyedoctorguide.com

I met a young lady late last night,

She was as brunette as she could be,

With the most piercing green eyes I’ve ever seen,

I extended my hand to ask her name,

With a snicker and a giggle she told me,

”Whatever you want it to be”,

I could sense it was all part of a game,

With a wink, she informed me if I had some money,

She would allow me to call her “honey”,

And with a wicked smile, asked me if I’d like to join her in a drink,

With a reach of my hand, she gave it a squeeze,

To me, she seemed like the ultimate tease,

With a sparkle in her eye and a smirk on her face,

She asked my story: where I came from, what I’ve done,

Things like, who am I seeing and what I hoped I would become,

When the drinks were gone and the talking done,

She slammed down her glass,

“I hope I see you again someday”, she whispered, with a little sass,

Turned and began to walk away,

As I watched the sway of her hips,

She turned once more puckering her red devilish lips,

A smirking grin spread across her face,

She squinted her gleaming emerald eyes at me,

And said her name was spelled “T – R – O – U – B – L –E. “

Trouble original poem © The Haunted Lullaby/Jarrod R Champagne, 2013-2015. All rights reserved.
Image courtesy of: Eye Doctor Guide
Trouble post: © Memee’s Musings/B.L. Memee, 2015-2017. All rights reserved.

Love Yourself

selfie of a girl blowing a kiss to herself
photo selected by Memee’s Musings

Love Yourself is one of three winning poetry submissions for last month’s poetry party: How Do I Love Thee? It was submitted by People, Things and Life blogger, Allison Nicole.

Love Yourself

What they say isn’t true.
You don’t need to love yourself
Before someone can love you.

               All the things about you that you hate
                           Your quirks, your fears,
                           Your hair, or your ears
                              Someone will love
                           And find really great.

                    Sometimes it takes acceptance
                              from someone else
                             To accept our flaws
                              And love our self.

Love Yourself original poem © Allison Nicole 2015-2017. All rights reserved.
Love Yourself post: © Memee’s Musings/B.L. Memee, 2015-2017. All rights reserved.