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Tuesday, 21 November 2017

loving your essence

   I would pass by your place ever so often, just to hear your voice calling out to me becoming more sweet as it softened,
   You seemed to know me the way no one could, and always made everything bright and good ,
Your passion for life was set ablaze , and for this I was truly amazed,
  Our love was not always sunshine and rainbows, but despite the ups and downs our love was the type that always grows,
  Looking back now I can truly see, your love was the best thing that ever happened to me,
             Blane r Bunbury

Friday, 17 November 2017

House by the water

         House by the water
In our South American home we always had some sort of fun, with my mom and dad and me as  the little one,
Our house between the trees, made our lives, such an ease,
   With Tall large trees hanged over our home, it was like our very own tropical dome,
And the fresh fruits glistening out in the morning sun, made it all the more fun,
Going fishing was always full of so much fun, especially if me  and dad caught a really big one,      
  and  just to walk along that long lonely river,  where the chilling breeze always made me shake and quiver.
                Blane r Bunbury

Tuesday, 14 November 2017


I am humanity

I am made of different colors, which are just as numerous as the many types of flowers,
I am sometimes fast or slow, Depending on the emotions I want to show,
  I always fight within myself, not knowing what to do, it's like I always have a different point of view,
I love, I hate, I laugh, I cry, but I never give up, no matter how hard I have to try,
  Sometimes I hunger or I thirst, or I eat so much that I really believe that I just might burst,
  I can be short, or tall, sometimes big or sometimes small, but I really enjoy the differences of them all,
               Blane r Bunbury

Ik ben de mensheid    

Ik ben gemaakt van verschillende kleuren, die net zo talrijk zijn als de vele soorten bloemen    Ik ben soms snel of langzaam,  Afhankelijk van de emoties die ik wil laten zien,   Ik vecht altijd in mezelf, niet wetende wat ik moet doen, het is alsof ik altijd een ander gezichtspunt heb,    Ik hou van, ik haat, ik lach, ik huil, maar ik geef nooit op, hoe hard ik ook moet proberen,    Ik heb soms honger, en ik dorst, of ik eet zoveel dat ik echt geloof dat ik alleen zal barsten,     Ik kan kort zijn, of lang, soms groot of soms klein, maar ik geniet echt van de verschillen van allemaal,                                             
                Blane r Bunbury

Sunday, 12 November 2017



    It bricks my heart so much to see, that our children cannot  really be free,
    That my small little friends can  sometimes truly be, in a world that only brings them pain and misery,
  I will never forgive those who innocence steal, to our children  they should always feel, our protection over them like a protective seal,
   Never should we betray  their trust, showing care, love and protection that is worthy of our honest  and purest  trust.
                  Blane r bunbury

Sunday, 5 November 2017

anniversary #1

Our anniversary

On this our anniversary I think of our love, that was a blessing from above,
  The thoughts of you fill my heart with love, because you are indeed my one true love,
   On this our anniversary may we enjoy the love and warmth we have built, and may our life forever continue with love as it has always been filled.


Saturday, 21 October 2017

The love letter

The love letter

  I wrote a love letter to myself, telling me to get off the shelf,
   And to my surprise I was looking for love in the wrong places, in a world of nothing but wide open spaces,
   I was truly deceived by me,
Thinking I knew of the way it should be, but it is only now that I truly see,
   That the first person who needed to love and accept who I am, was always at hand,
  I was the one who needed to encourage myself to be strong, and to always hold on,
   I was the one who needed to  be the first one to love me, for the great person I could  someday possibly be,
  Before others could truly appreciate and  love me, I needed to be the first one to love me, and it was only then I was truly happy and free,
                 Blane r bunbury