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Monday, 18 September 2017

You can buy the world

    You can buy the  world

whether it is from China, Germany, North Korea or  Brazil, Mexico  or even Singapore It really does not matter any more,
   Teas cars and toys galore all that you  could be looking for,
   Shop till you drop or choose to stop or fill up your basket right to the top,
    You can really visit the world for shore just pick a line on each and every floor or walk around in  each and every store,
   Get your blankets or scarves
Or your favorite sweet treat,
Or maybe an old friend you just might happen to meet,
   It seems you can buy the world if you want it all, just go down to your local shopping mall, and check out each and every shop going from bottom to the top.
                              By
                   Blane r bunbury

    

Growing old

                 Growing old
As an old man to me  looking at the world everyone and everything is so wild and free,
    Children playing out of doors so young and free somehow makes me feel so happy,
    In my good old days it was so bright and clear  well of course I did not have this enclosed fear,
   The fear of not fitting in with this new generation sometimes can bring me so much frustration,
   But I always try never to despair,  as my family and grandchildren helps relieve my fear,
   Growing old has not  always been easy Sometimes grumpy sometimes mad  sometimes a little bit naughty but always glad,
   Sometimes it aches and pains when outside is cold but I guess that is all part of growing old,
  A nice little fire will keep us nice and warm with a good old story to bring on the charm, 
  Old or young I have had my fun
Now I spend my time taking care of my precious little ones.
                              By
                   Blane r bunbury

Sunday, 17 September 2017

A single drop

A single drop

Sleep has left my eyes for the night I am again anxious and filled with fright,
  But this time I am anxious with hope, awaiting good news witch  helps me to cope,
  A miracle was about to take place  to welcome  the world's newest smiling face,
   A little angel  was about to be born being welcomed into the world just like the early dawn,
   I was the world's newest uncle
Wrap up nicely she was  just the cutest little bundle,
  I started to smile until I could not stop so full of joy I cried a lonely  single drop,
  Protect her I must in this world  that can be so cruel and unjust,
  Not always knowing who you can trust,
  My happiness cannot  ever  be stopped not even after I  have cried my lonely single drop.
                             By
                   Blane r bunbury

The nepelang man

The nepelang man

   My name is woogi standing tall like a tree I strive to be,
Strong and determined I must prove to be to protect and to  provide for my family,
   Religion and politics we have none, young or old we all live as one,
      Thankful for the life  that I live thankful for the life of my animal companions that I sometimes must  take,
     to live and survive  seems to be one of our only traits to  respect life, love and nature in this  our  continued fragile state,
   Kindness and compassion are what  we strive to show the ways of war we do not know,
  I and my people will live with true dignity and as simple as can be,
     I am a nepelang man and I am proud of it refusing to settle or to sit,
    I will  love and protect my family because they mean that much to me. and they love and Care for me as each time and season has shown to be,
                             By 
                   Blane r bunbury

Saturday, 16 September 2017

Journey to myself

Journey to myself

  Frustrated as I started to walk out alone and scared as I started to shout,
  This stressful life has taken its told on me relief from troubles and strife I cannot see,
  But little by little i began to see that the problem was all with me,
  I was  excessively worried about what could not be changed causing myself  undue pain and strain
Now optimism has become my  friend It's my constant companion around every corner and every bend,
  So as I look at the world  anew embracing a different  point of view to myself I will  remain true,
   Worried no more now choosing never to Wear a frown Keeping my happiness as good and  as sound,
                            By
                Blane  r bunbury

Wednesday, 30 August 2017

Little Donny

Little Donny

Little Donny climbed up the tree just to see what he could see,
He leaps  from branch to branch until he ripped his  little cotton pants,
He climbed up on my shoulder and takes a seat to enjoy his favorite bowl of little treats,
  Giving him time and attention
Is all he seems to need as he plays up and down  taking little bits as he feeds,
He is the best pet monkey ever He's the cutest little fella and is just so clever.
As his day of fun is  all well and done he calms down to take his nap laying down quietly in my lap.

                          By
              Blane  r bunbury

My tribe

                      My tribe

   I love my tribe we live full and free always trying to see the world as it's ment to be,
Never caring for much in our lives has always led to the lack of  strife,
  Ever moving from place to place as the wind kisses our sunburnt face,
Always keeping our integrity  true to ourselves we choose to be,
  Elders clap their hands and sing of the bounty  that the harvest always brings,
As children join in the dance and song we all chime in and just sing along,
No one in the world is as happy as me because in my Tribe  there will always be a place for me.                      
                             By
                 Blane  r bunbury