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Mindless Paradox Of Life

 Mindless Paradox Of Life By : The Divine Swan  Sometimes I am asked to describe who I really am, I often struggle, Because I always look for that correct response, My staple answers are everybody else’s, Lovable, Caring, Determined, Pleasant and more, Nobody ever will have to delve deep into the gears of who I am, Wild, Stubborn, Hardworking, An empath and Bold, But I have to pass, Our world’s scan, So I got to erase all the untamed parts of me, And add plastic traits that I need to hone. In this reality, I am just price tags, Labels that are put on me, Sometimes they are expensive, Other times they are cheap, Ripping of these tags are what I want to do, But will society accept me? A cloth with no tags is usually bad news, A blank canvas usually suffocates a room, With the new ideas swirling inside one’s brain, The whiteness of the world, Would surely lead to the world’s doom, Although these price tags pinch me on my skin, Although they itch everyday, I keep them on, No matte...
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Piano and You

Hello, my lecteurs. This link is a poem I wrote called: Piano & You. It is combined with the music of    Di-Evantile called One-Hour Before.  Please click on the link below to enjoy this subduing music induced poem! https://Piano123--carmen1sandiego.repl.co The background image is from:  https://www.xmple.com/wallpaper/blue-gradient-turquoise-linear-1920x1080-c2-b6fed1-b6c8fe-a-15-f-14.svg . 
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My Father...

My Father... By: The Divine Swan When I made my first appearance,                             In this strange world, My father was the first one, To  hold me in his arms, He made sure the sun rose, Every day for me. From my first day, In this mysterious new world, My father kept a big place for me, In his humongous heart. As I grew into a toddler, My father held my hand, One by one, I learned to walk, And make footprints, Like my dad. When I started to walk, My father guided me, To a valley, Where mistakes were granted, The place was called home. Albeit, My father was sad, He would make me laugh, He taught me how to make, The entire world, At your feet. Throughout the years, My father, Let me giggle and dream, And showed me the ropes. Love, My father gave wholeheartedly, And helped me grow. When I got mad at him, My father's pain would show, Hi...
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Rocket Start

 Hello Readers, This is the Ardor Serenade. I am the Divine Swan. In this blog, you will see literary posts. There will be poems, and other belles-lettres. In the end of each belle-lettre, there will be a quote. That quote will be elaborated on the next post. The poems, will be reflected on the situation in the world now. We will have a starting quote today. It is by the author of Tom Sawyer; Mark Twain.                            "The Secret to Getting Ahead, is getting Started."                                                                               ~Mark Twain              
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