A wish upon the moon

Moon

“I wish, I wish, upon the moon,
That my wishes will be granted soon,
These are the things I ask of you –
A happy home, and good health too,
a wealth of friends and peace of mind,
and that special love that’s hard to find.
Dispel my worries, allay my fears,
protect my loved ones and keep them near.
Please keep me safe, with those I love
and bless my life from up above…”

by Mary Jac

Night

And whatever you wish for on this supermoon night, I hope it comes true 🙂

THE END

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First World Problems


From http://www.pinterest.com

I don’t know who to talk to,
And I don’t know where to turn.
My head’s full of first world problems.
Petty worries spit and burn.
They keep me wide awake at night,
As my mind goes to and fro,
Between my first world problems,
And I can’t seem to tell them no.
I lie awake at 3am,
With worries about money,
Or where to store too many clothes,
It isn’t very funny.
I covet those with bigger homes,
And those with faster cars.
I worry how I’ll pay school fees,
And make time spare for spas.
I don’t know what to cook for tea,
When entertaining friends,
Or what shade I should dye my hair,
My problems know no ends.
I’m lucky. Yes, I do know that;
My problem is life’s fine,
And if things were much harder,
The life I’d covet
Would be mine.

By PookyH

THE END

You see a smile…

All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players…

(From Shakespeare’s ‘As You Like It’, 1600)

Teatr
(‘All the world’s a stage’ by Vitaly Vorobiev)

***

You see a smile
And look away.
“She’s not depressed.”
I hear you say.
“She’s smiling, laughing, full of fun.”
Believe me,
I’m not the only one
Who’s sad inside,
But brave of face,
Trying hard not to embrace
The Demons lurking just within,
Stretching, poking at my skin.
They want to make their presence known,
And make me feel quite alone,
With Demons as my company.
That mustn’t happen.
Not to me.
So full of hate, despair and bile,
I’ll wear my mask
And force a smile.

by PookyH

THE END

Then Laugh…

laugh( ‘Laughter’ by Eugeny Kozhevnikov )

Build for yourself a strong box
Fashion each part with care
When its as strong as your hand can make it
Put all your troubles there.

Hide there all thought of your failures
And each bitter cup that you quaff
Lock all your heartaches within it
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

Tell no one else its contents
Never its secrets tell
When you’ve dropped in your care and worry
Keep them forever there.

Hide them from sight so completely
That the world will never dream half;
Fasten the strong box securely
Then sit on the lid and laugh.

by Bertha Adams Backus

THE END