Poem: Little Prince

 

A happy

little

boy on

my bicycle

route waves

his hand

to me,

waves

even

harder

for me

to see.

I wave

back

to him,

smiles

get

exchanged.

Hello

fellow

traveler!

 

So little

is required

for a heart

to melt.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: To My Magnificent Inner Child – Litebeing’s Magnificent Challenge

Joining in Litebeing’s Magnificent Challenge

There is this
magnificent
child in me

When it
starts
to laugh
all my

burdens
suddenly
lift
like they
never existed,

I immediately
expand
out of my
shrinking
pattern
being the
open minded
me again

Sometimes
it even dares
to benevolently
chuckle at
me for
taking things
too seriously.
Oh, how
good
it feels,
this bubbly
belly laughter
for the absurdity
of it all.

Energies
flow freely
again
and I am
one with
the now
enjoying
the magic
of heart fun.

 

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Fireworks

 

Behind
the fence
a neighbor´s
grandchild
is gasping
an enchanted
woooooooow
over and over
again
to each set
of fireworks
exploding
in the sky.

I chuckle
inside,
thanking
the child
for her
exquisite
reminder
of the magic
of awe
and
wonder.

The star child
in all of
us.


– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: Loving Murky

 

When my Murky
is on
I don´t
believe how
life looks like then.
I  transmit
lighter energy
and

 ask if
it would like
a tender hug
,
or I ask it to play;
if it would
like a joke
or to write
a poem
.
And if it
doesn´t
I just let it
be.
So human,
so understandable
I state.

Then after awhile
it turns to laugh
and
beginns to
dance

you know,
it has this
sunny side
it really 
cannot hide

– Deelia ©

 

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Poem: My Shadow

By Robert Louis Stevenson

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow—
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all.

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he’s a coward you can see;
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.



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Poem: At the Oasis

 

Ease is my dear friend.
It is holding my hand,
saying: – Look,
we are here
at the oasis.
Though
past remnants
in the form of
emotions
sometimes
cloud your
sight,
the new
paradigm
never
disappears.

– Deelia ©

 

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