Holiday with family

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After two months of blogging, my family have decided to drag me off on holiday, to give all of you a break. 🙂

For those of you new to my blog, I just want to point out that I have around 200 postings that may prove interesting.

Thanks again for following and showing appreciation for my efforts.

 I`LL BE BACK!!!

J M Lysun

My many faces

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 mymask

The mask you see upon my face,
Is the one I choose this place to grace.
It is one of many I share today,
With others mind they’re meant to play.
One maybe humble, the other meek,
When together they barely speak.
There are many faces I can display,
I choose them for what I have to say.
They can look polite and with words delight,
But don’t be fooled by just their sight.
If the brash me, you meet along the street,
Fear not he does not always think the way he speaks.
If with the cunning one, a plan you do now hatch,
Be aware that his words are made to match.
My happy face is made for pleasing.
I wear it when, with laughter, I am teasing.
When out, the sad one is the one that’s left behind,
As revealing my darkness would not be kind.
Sometimes my many faces are hard to bear;
It becomes difficult to choose which one to wear.
When these self doubts grow and grip my mind
Contentment and happiness is hard to find

 

J M Lysun

Sun burn

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 sunburn

Another summer day,
Quickly passes away.
Full of sunny promises,
That are never here to stay.
What happens in brightness,
Are usually full of lightness.
But what happened today,
Was really not that way.
I was lying in the sun,
Having a lot of fun,
Got sunburnt on my cheek,
Now looking like a freak.
I ran into the shade,
Hoping it would fade.
Alas, it was too late,
What an awful fate.
I didn’t heed the warning,
When I started yawning.
What a price to pay,
Nothing more to say.

J M Lysun

For the love of a rose

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broken-heart

What pain was felt for a rose.
When he realised his love,
She did in haste oppose.

If the thorn that struck,
Did strike a lesser man,
And did its venom seep,
Into his heart so deep.
Today you’d weep,
And he’d ever sleep.

But fate did play,
A gentle hand this day.
Though love did part,
From his grieving heart,
And tears did flow,
As did venom show,
Its pain did not linger,
As no ring to bind his finger.

Accepting what had to be
From his heart he set her free.
But so hard his love did grasp,
when he did unclasp,
Blood did from his finger flow,
Full of tears and sorrow,
With a wish for a better tomorrow.

 

J M Lysun