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Wednesday, 9 May 2018

The journey

The journey

    I crawl, i walk, i run, I jump, i hop, no matter the distance i must go i will never stop,
    I must move, I must progress, despite the worry or the stress,
    In this journey of life things can be unpredictable, but I am determine to reach my goals even though they are not always visible,
    Unplanned, and unprepared i may seem, but with the help of friends and family even the worst of situations sometimes can be redeemed,
    No matter the time, no matter the place, I am focus on continuing with this rugged race,
    After all this is a journey of life, a journey and a fight, a fight to do what is right,

                                    By
                         Blane R Bunbury

Friday, 20 April 2018

The island man

The island man

   Early morning brisk walking along the beach, with the refreshing breeze and a golden sun that always seems out of reach,
    I am an island man pure and true, enjoying each and every beautiful island view,
    getting to see the animals at play, and the beautiful coconut trees as they sway,
    Over the hills and roads I climb and walk all day long, in the blistering sun it's not always fun but I remain steadfast and strong,
     Culture music and food always so nice, enjoyment never stops with all the flavors of each and every flavorful spice,
    I will always be an island man, enjoying the sun sea and sand, and the the enjoyable music of the local bands.
                           By
               Blane R Bunbury

Thursday, 19 April 2018

News letter

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Monday, 16 April 2018

African queens

African queens

    As their beautiful skin shimmer with the sun, with their smiles and charm even the heart of the most solitude of men can to be won,
    Swinging hips and steady stride, only makes one glee with excitement and soulful pride,
    These are indeed the exceptional beauty that grace the African lands, dancing to the music of the cultural musicians,
    Heavy loads on their heads they carry,  with the freshest of grains and the most delicious of berries,
    Pleasant as it was to see these queens at work, and with the kindest of hearts they are indeed of priceless worth,
                                By
                     Blane R Bunbury 
    
  

Wednesday, 11 April 2018

Choosing

Choosing

   It seems like people are always in a hurry to choose, even if to choose sometimes means that you might just lose,
   a matter of witch one might be confused, even though it can be difficult to choose,
   We all like to win it all, to be able to stand tall without the fall, and always being able to make the right call,
    Never settling for nothing but the best, being steadfast and determine and without rest,
  Bombarded with advertisement of one sort or another, can sometimes prove to be a constant bother,
   Leaving one even more confused, from all the different points of views,
    Choices in life can sometimes be grim, with a chance of being always right ever so slim,
    We hope against hope and continue the fight, for that chance that we just might be able to do it right.
                            By
                 Blane R bunbury

under skin

  Bouncing back strong

   To us sometimes it may always seems, like no one can understand the pain we may truly feel
    It is like putting on an outer skin, just 
to  trying our best to fit in,
   As though to keep an appearance of a life that is good, as we navigate through life and hopping maybe it just would,
   Poor me we may lament and say, trouble seems to find me each and every day,
   Nothing seems to be all well and set, and 
all we can seemingly do is fret,
   But sometimes we humans are just so amazingly strong, constantly looking for a way to hold on,
   Remembering that life is not always bad, and it may not always make us  feel sad,
    hopeful and determine with our backs to the wind, wether we may lose or just might win.
                                By
                     Blane r bunbury

Sunday, 24 September 2017

I am sorry

I am sorry

I am sorry for all the men women and children that had to suffer from war and hunger all because of human blunder,
   Constantly craving peaceful and stable times,  only to end up loosing time because of this ever increasing moral decline,
   I am sorry for the children being bullied for being different, or just because good opportunities were not sufficient,
   I am sorry for all the pain and strain being put on your brain, and for the stress of life that can cause even the wisest of us to act momentarily insane,
    I am sorry seems to be the only thing that one can say, to help each other to cope with the troubles and the sometimes unpredictable dismay.
                           By
                Blane r bunbury