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

The Land Giants

The land of giants

   Passing along Is just not an option for me as I gaze up at the majestic view as far as my eyes can see,
  I was in the land of giants which were  standing tall and towering over all there was no mistaken this at all,
   They are the amazing redwood trees with their thick beautiful rugged barks one can not helped but be filled with aw from the very  start,
    As I stand and stare up so high I can imagine the view from the top and how long it would take for the leaves to drop,
  These ancient natural wonders  only encourage my love for the natural world around me as I embrace with my heart what only my eyes can see.
                             By
                  Blane r bunbury

Fragments remain

           Fragments remain

   Janey always tried to live her life in a blissful way, but then she saw her long lost love today,  who always  kept her heart and mind in some sort of disarray,
   She was always trying hard to get her life together
Always going no matter the weather,
   To love and then lose is not something one would readily choose, but sadly we all seem to be dancing along to the  Riddim  of our very  own muse,
  Sometimes she just tries to forget the pain and regrets and the constant stress that made her mind always seem to worry and fret, 
  Sometimes she  just doesn't bother trying to move on thinking she was finally strong, giving herself that final push to go on
  Despite the  tug of war of emotions that push and pull,
she is now finally happy again ever determined  to live her life completely to the full.
                             By
                  Blane r bunbury

In my eyes

In my eyes

It's sometimes strange to me that  from the very start  I can see art and beauty in the most unlikely of things from the very start,
    Maybe it's  that hundred  year old barn house  that has a look that is so forceful yet pronounce,
   Or is it that  family of ducks swimming In a line moving along in time as through in a Congo line,
   Perhaps it's the way that the trees sway on a Windy day filling the air with gentle music as the leaves quietly play,
    Maybe it is that old married couple aging gracefully, expressing love, warmth  and kindness so fearlessly
   No matter what it may be there is always something spectacular for me to see for in my eyes they are all just so beautiful to me,
                             By
                  Blane r bunbury 

I bought the world

       I bought 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, it's fascination galore,
   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 because the shopping adventure  never stops.
                              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 sad but mostly glad,
   Sometimes it aches and pains when outside gets  cold but I guess that is all part of growing old,  A nice little fire will keep us nice, warm and calm with a good old story to bring on the charm, 
  Old or young I have had my fun
Now I spend all my time trying to take  care of my precious little ones.
                              By
                   Blane r bunbury

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

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