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| My Childhood by WDNest - www.whitedovesnest.com |
| Lovers' Revenge. This art work created in 2013 has inspired a chapter of my latest book - currently being written for release. |
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| Epilepsy by WDNest |
| A Changed Memory - Dreams and Nightmares |
| In Time |
| The Prayer By Alice |
The Moon Carriage: to a Bright Sunny DayThe Moon Carriage: to a Bright Sunny DayThe Moon Carriage: to a Bright Sunny Day by =wdnest
Good and Evil in the carriage, moonlight
Who will win on this trusted night.
The ocean sprays its' clouds of dust
The carriage stands there, gathering rust
The lady stands to attention, on the left
Her chest bares forward, the music cleft
She lifts her chin, she takes her will
The evil one plays its devils fill
The music is captured, a sudden sound
A photograph shown, all around
And there it is, what has happened still
The good one stood, with all her will
And should you hear that sound, beware
It is the devils music, you do hear
Don't get in the carriage, forget and turn away
And walk up the beach
The Girl with Her PencilThe Girl with Her PencilThe Girl with Her Pencil by =wdnest
It took the drone of the fan
As the girl, torn, stared at, touched, humilated
Sees the lifeless grey cat
Sleeping in the start of autumn
Here, was her different life
It was calmer, more precise
Easier to manage, thoughts abound
A slight flutter of the birds outside
All she did was leave
Leave the nightmare of what it was
Endure the accusations, names, dramas
Thoughts and harrassment, she turns her
Head left, in the misery of it all
Glistening up into the clouds
Now forming and a rose developi
In A Desert With HolesI got out a few lines -- until you disappearedIn A Desert With Holes by =wdnest
My heart wept, for more broken thoughts, dreams and
Inspirations, the happiness gone, I hear
the sound in the background reminding me
Again and again
Of a black pitcher plant
In a desert with holes
FreeHe just sat there, low down on the chair -- high backFree by =wdnest
Shoulders slumped, her heart beat fast -- the high flying bird
His hands hung to the ground, the rocks fall on the floor -- spreading her wings
The flower fields steadied in the stormy slope -- she pounced, flying
Tossing up in the air, she caught the current -- the wind held her aloft
Meeting others the bird shone, dove forward -- not again
And there behind her, her cage, a door, stuck, she escaped -- so slowly
And capturing the whisper of the wind -- fell straight towards happiness again
I Listen OutIf only I could seeI Listen Out by =wdnest
The sunlight through your eyes
To see the moon
In your madness
To take a reality trip
Behind the dark clouds
To feel that again
In my dreams
But as I look at the
Picture before me
The shattered nightmare
The broken glass
It reminds me
Of what I endured
To be with you
How I felt to return again
The drifting seasons
Fall apart
As I listen out
To God's Calling
| Random Poetry |
| Courage is but a word until you need it...... www.whitedovesnest.com |
| It was the moon in partial eclipse, a breath of clouds in the wind It was but a mystery, unsolvable, a slight look at God over your shoulder It was but a secret, it was but a tear, when, the fantasy disappeared You saw it, in all its glory, and disappeared...out the door And as I packed up, quickly, I felt the loss, two losses in a day And walked out to a world -- that knew me. |
| In my last moments In life As I see the light I will thank God For loving you www.whitedovesnest.com |
| I know you are probably crying Alone, not knowing what to do Having no one to turn to And not understanding what is happening Confused, lost, unknown and unseen Curled away and forgotten The darkness of the room Alone, looking out the window with no hope in sight Listening, praying but no God there To help in the slightest way A bang on the door Or a glimmer of hope, to be stolen at any moment Looking at his sick face daily Seeing the disgust; being touched Living with evil A nightmare on every turn I know you don't know me And would not acknowledge me in the crowd But I am your voice Where you will be, once he is gone. Be strong, tonight may be dark and the footsteps loud But he can never destroy you For I am here, waiting, your future self Writing slow tales of the horror you endured. Feel safe knowing I am here Keeping you kind Getting you help And holding you as you cry www.whitedovesnest.com |
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| It caught your eye That little girl Holding the note That felt so unreal It came across you As you wandered past Scurrying quickly Way too fast She stands in purple Her hair tied in bows A tear there welling While no one knows And she just sits there Listening to what you say Remembering back Remembering yesterday She could say something Risk it all Prepare herself for the Sudden fall Toss all those images From her soul beware And just trust That others will care But as you lean closer To what she says What has been giving her Sleepless days What horror she holds She cannot say The images live within her Night and day She sits there Scribbles something down Her tears there welling Her forehead in a frown And there she holds it She makes it mine She holds up a note Simply reading "I'm fine" |
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