World Of Imagination

World Of Imagination short poem

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In a world of dreams and imaginations,
There’s perfection, make-believe stories.
All’s the way, we wish life to be.
With equality, without disease,
Over populated places.

All reside in mansions, have beautiful bodies.
Love is as the Cinderella story.
King ‘n Prince assisting women in distress.
Good wins out and wrong doesn’t exist.

Truth’s bold and is known.
We wear happy faces without frowns.
Kindness’ plentiful, poverty wiped out.
There no war, sadness or tearful faces.

If we dream, things happen.
Faith can move mountains.
So if we all collectively imagine
There’s no telling what could happen.

All that is, was conceived in someone’s brain.
Then after came airplanes, cell phones,
Automatic doors, electronics and the internet.
And whatever the future produces.

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A Registered nurse, wife, mother, poetic writer and United Way volunteer.Born in Belize, migrated to New York at age eighteen. After studying nursing, worked as an emergency room until starting a family.Having both natural and chosen children, it was the emotional struggles of the chosen ones that gave birth to many of her poems.Ruthieg believes that when all is forgotten or ignored, expressive words linger or get heard. That it is important for the hurt and wounded to have a voice, for that purpose, many of my poems were written.
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Geetha Paniker
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That’s a lovely world of imagination.

minakshi.balasubramaniam
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imagination, dreams, perfection,
new happenings! Quite perfect.

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