The Little Brown Creeper

Each early morn I walk these late winter days,
Listening for the sound that always amaze.
For some the sound of spring is that of the peeper,
But for me it’s the lily of the little brown creeper.

It’s small as a mouse, as it flies from tree to tree,
With mottled coloring that makes it hard to see.
“Please follow me, please.” It says with it’s song.
“Please follow me, please.” to my ear it’s such a treat.

After a long winters cold, one’s soul kinda freezes,
‘Till it’s song comes along on warm summer breezes.
The little song so sweet, let’s the thaw begin,
Causing a smile to come, which lets happiness in.

My blog is sleroysite.WordPress.com
My name is Shannon LeRoy. I was born and raised in Wyoming. Now I reside in Maine when I am not traveling around the continent with my husband and our border collie Pearl.
Love and Be Well

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Shining Star

A secret melody
is the dream inside of me.
I’m your shining star.

A desire of hope
is what made me strong.
When the stars are shining,
I can glow upon the stage.

A light that shines in the dark
will make you feel magical.
Extend your hand
to the day where your dreams begin.

Just believe in me!
Then your dreams will come true.
Your heart will shine just like the starlight.
A secret melody
is the dream inside of me.
I’m your shining star.
The starlight never fades away.

Just believe in me!
Then your dreams will come true.
Your heart will shine just like the starlight.
A secret melody
is the dream inside of me.
I’m your shining star.
The starlight never fades away.
My dreams will come true.

Name- Casey Jarrell
Blog- Starry Night

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Positivity Press #7

I walked by this field today, filled with dandelions.
A beautiful spring sight.
I’ve always thought dandelions are beautiful, even though they are considered common.
And the two red flowers, wild, in the midst made me think.

No matter how different we are, we are all beautiful, and we are never alone.

Murdoch Mouse
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Sonnet #4

one day, a mistress not in distress-
in her fine red dress, walked down the road.
to address the man that made her glad-
was robbed by men and left in distress.

she cried out for help, but no ear heard.
the cries of a damsel in distress.
when lesser men robbed her of her dress.
and left her nude in the winter cold.

when the man’s lady came not on time.
he got scared and set out to find her.
but after some time searching, lost hope.
of ever finding his dame alive.

until a sound, crept into his ear.
and led him to her, dressed in her shame.

Lazarus Shatipamba is a wormy bookworm that rarely ever sees the sun(except through the eyes of many a fictional character). His days are mostly spent stuck between the pages of a good book.
When he isn’t busy gathering dust in the library, then he is most likely writing some poetry(some of which may or may not be fictional)
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overly devoted

I never thought it to be possible
to love someone so much that it is too much.
Being able to meet in the middle was never my strong suit
it was either all or nothing in my book.
I could never love a little
or love with only 75% of my heart.
Love meant devoting the entirety of my time
appreciating you, adoring you, and practically worshiping you.
While I falter and reveal my true feelings
where I am at my wits’ end begging for someone to hold me
to guide me
to really look at me
I am still thinking of what I could do to please you.
Like an over-watered plant, you begin to wither and die out in my very arms
Drowned by my attentiveness to keep you happy, satisfied, and bright.
I only want what is best for you
because, for some twisted reason, I can never find the capacity to want the best for myself in return.

None of this is your fault
my eagerness to please you and spoil you was never your doing.
Perhaps I spoil those I love to ensure that they will never leave me.
Perhaps I pray that one day I, too, will deserve the same devotion.
With tired arms from holding you so tight to my heart
and tired eyes from falling into the grasp of your beautifully blue stare
I feel like I have attached myself to you
and I am feeding you with my life, my love, and everything else that is left within me.
I have found myself to be
overly devoted.

Hi, I’m “Jane”. I am a bookworm, chocolate fiend, and beach fanatic. Blogging is my medicine. My site is somegirlyouknow.wordpress.com

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Positivity Press #6

2018 was a year full of ups and downs. For the ups, my wife and I welcomed our second child into the world, and we were able to buy a house! For the downs, I had to work 60-70 hours a week between two jobs just to get by, and we still racked up several thousand dollars worth of credit card debt. We had much to be thankful for, but we were also barely treading water.
But 2019 has seen a much more positive beat for my family! My novel, a work 6 years in the making, finally got published and has been doing decently well in sales! I got a solid promotion at one of my jobs that allowed me to quit the other one, and it even came with a host of benefits that lightened our monthly financial load. It’s a great job, the kind of thing I’ve been wanting to do for a long time now, and I get more time at home with my family. Our 5 year old graduated Kindergarten and our 1 year old is happy and healthy. We paid off that credit card debt, and are now able to sock away extra money each paycheck.

There are highs and lows in life. Few people ever get to a good place without trudging through a bog of bad times first, and 90% of that fight is your attitude. You gotta look forward to the goal, keep it ever present in mind. There’s one piece of advice my dad handed down to me that stuck, and I’ll pass it on to anyone who reads this, especially if you’re a young adult: your 20’s should suck. You’ll probably have to live on a shoestring budget, passing up on most, if not all, of your wants just to make ends meet. But if you budget well, put in the time and effort, and with a little luck, you’ll get into your 30’s and 40’s with a sound financial base and finally be able to treat yourself. That’s how I’ve lived the eight years since I turned 20, and it’s looking to finally pay off!

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In Time

I wish I were made of stone
So your words would never hurt me
I wish I were cold as ice
Then maybe I wouldn’t be lonely

I wish I were made of steel
So my strength would never waver
If only I could turn back the clock
To a time when I felt safer

But I’m only flesh and bone
And your words have left me bleeding
My heart is torn apart
It’s a wonder it’s still beating

You made up your mind
Given me your final answer
What we shared is in the past
Time to write a brand new chapter

I will fix my broken heart
Some how glue it back together
It may never be the same
It’ll bare this scar forever

But I’ll be strong, I’ll be alright
Though I’m not as hard as steel
And I can’t turn back the clock
In time….my heart will heal

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