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Partial Paper -A poet in heat- Ink carries its own tale, When moonshine intoxicates your pen Bottles of ink fill your mind Composing symphonies on every line Drops of passion all over the mask you wear Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails This part of you "A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo The tough skin you'll ever live in Fountain pens of split identities Who Are You? Sinking words like no other Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme Inferior poet, making the heart pure Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!" You have a desire to paint all day, Breathing and beating in every way Toxic lines, from which ink flows Inhaling images from the world Deep and cold sorrowed emotions True love is always easy to poetize Dear Poet: "Ink Never Lies." Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality Ballads sung under the full moon Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day Ode's of rivers from your past A dark smile jotting down memory lane Monologue tears brought under pressure Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku" Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done Unfolding old and new propagandas POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza ((Only this, and nothing more)) Writing is like giving birth by;)
FORGOTTEN TREASURE I found the fountain of youth When I stumbled across the forbidden garden Right smack in the middle, Was what I thought to be a wishing well I tossed in a quarter! Looking down with a puzzled face I peeked to see where it fell I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity It was always there waiting for me The reflection in the water was my face In wonder I asked what this vision could be? With one drop on my taste buds I knew I found the one true key The most beautiful thing that can set one free I reached in to touch the poetry inside me ~SKAT~ re-post- first poem on the soup
As River flows. As river flows so peacefully I sit here just content to be As Ravens fly so high above This morning, it was made for love It enters deep into my soul It's sweetness making me so whole This softest morning mystery Oh, how it reaches out to me The trees, they dance so gracefully They wave, and flow upon the breeze Bird song drifts from happy branches Oh lord, how this my heart enhances Silence rules above all this A kind of stillness filled with bliss Captivates my very core Oh, I'd not wish for any more. The river peaceful, calm and still So wonderful it makes me feel As it reflects those dancing trees I watch and let the morning breeze Caress my skin so tenderly Then all is gone, there's only me The emptiness of all that is I'm sailing on the waves of bliss. 15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.
If only I can ask the world To gather all the love Each person has. If only I can feel the love Free of inhibitions in some extent And share it with everyone. If only I can be With the love of yours So that I can have my last wish. If you permits me to live and die Unconditionally with and without you Oneness reflected indeed.
God's inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn, Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto The leaves once evergreen. Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity. Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color, Splashing the palette array of natural beauty. Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart, As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write, Upon the empty parchment page. Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry, A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed By a chilling fall breeze. Whispering softly in each others ears tender words Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions. Behold vows promises of perfection uniting These spirits of fall, united against the winter Winds forever more. Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young, A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower. Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass, And only one shadow remains between these two Souls united joined in life as one. Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits, Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago, In cascading showers of melted colors of memory. In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings Promise in one word spoken, always. God's inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn, Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto The leaves of the evergreen. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Endearing the gods of enlightenment, dip tenderly into the rainbows Color band of intrinsic light, softly breathing, as the hushed breath of A morning doves first coo of life, the lotus flower does blossom and bloom. Infusions delicate creation floating in the still pond of the everlasting, Drifting, swaying at the mercy of life's strife, yet in harmonious peace Its beauty remains perfections timeless jewel, sparkling beneath the mid-eastern Sun. Bending does the reddest rose, yielding it's petals to the keepsakes heart Most sacred inner place, a whirl winds tidal storm of emotions contemplation Point of origin, it bleeds with a crimson preciousness, Tangled are the vines woven to and fro, but rich is the human soul. Floating, cascading cherry blossom's dance, amongst the winds of Destiny's air, ever gently whispering of loves softness, comforting warmth Within the arms of lovers devotional vows. These are the delicate tokens of the for-get-me-knots, showering of the Lotus, a blending emergence, behold the feminine Oh let the captive sparrow sing so softly the notes of spring, let her soar Amongst the eternal skies of white clouds beneath liberation's whitest Wings of grace. Upwards, lifted upwards to touch and caress the distant sun above, Little bird spread your delicate appendages, lie thy offering of the lotus Leaf before the divine, and may it appease the God's, from which it draws Life itself from be thy finest gift ever sacrificed, Tender are their tears are shed, for she the sparrow of mortality. Exhalted amongst the stars in the very heavens on high, A beauty figure thus stands, poring the water of life into the deep Rivers of the universe, and behind her ear lies a lotus blossom. That blooms eternal. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
You are the wild flower in my palm With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth You are the fragile thing I dare not cup, As your petals whittle away under the wind And flit unfettered in the air; Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil As every breath of wind takes another petal from me And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart An overwhelming scent of need- You are the wild beauty in my palm And I dare not hold you to my chest For I fear to crush you To know first hand That caged beauty, is beauty no more.
I met her in a pawn shop on a warm summer night When running from the rubble of my shattered life To sell a broken dream that would never come true An engagement ring to pay for the rent that was due There she lay sleeping in a battered rosewood bed Heart strings breaking in a rusty sea of velvet red So hauntingly beautiful, she took my breath away Violin - an old reject who would change my life that day So I bought Violin and lived out on the street And played Rhapsody in Blue as coins fell at my feet And soon we had a little flat high above the Bay And every day, I got better with every note I played Today I am a maestro playing Carnegie Hall My name in lights blinking on a Marquee Wall For it was I who saw myself in Violin A tarnished soul and the beauty buried there within Author: Elaine George Written: 2013
A child's beauty contest I watched in such awe; young girl in a wheelchair to her father, his all. Escorting her on stage with such grace and pride; each so blessed to be at the others' side. A fragile princess in a purple pageant dress; twirling her first in her chair then lifting her to his chest. Their dance so inspiring; such an enchanting sight; so gently he lifted her high up to the sky. Sparkling, bright eyes and the most beautiful smile; none deserving of a crown more than this precious child. An imperfect body, viewed as a gift from above; her beauty matched only by a father's boundless love. Beauty in my eyes is not found in perfection; but in acceptance, uniqueness, love and dedication. June 29, 2014 Contest: Encore-anonymous positive new sonnet Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until The next seasons change takes place. Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice, Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below. Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance, Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into A winter wonderland of frost and white icings Gleaming brilliance. A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within The heavens above, a glittering field of gems Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon. In this picturesque display, the writer ponders Humbly, to the wonders of nature's masterful Hands of creation, to be able to create such Beauty on this frozen canvas, and the poet Is left in awes wake of hushed expression. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal, Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms, Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above, The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto the world Of man. Pierced by their angelic thorny prongs, tender notes of rhythm, Melt downwards from the silver lining of graces everlasting meadows Of inspiration. Separations clouds expose the here ever afters, sparks of the divinities Fame burning as a torch lighting up the skies white powder showering The earth with sweet melodic undertones, a thundering vibrating beat felt Throughout the pulsating heart of nature itself. Music lives within all things, it binds a connecting link, a Symphony a blending element, a melting promise between heaven and Earth, a harmonious balance, light equaling dark. In the vaults of the skies, the heavenly chorus joins with The voices of humanity singing a song of complete Harmony. What a true wonder is this gift given unto mankind, To write and sing, to share such expressionism with One another, music is honestly a universal language Understood by every nation, or age group beneath The heavens themselves. A heritages legacy passed down from grandfathers, To fathers, and than to sons, and daughters, Is this the love and wonder of these arts there in So shared by all members of the human race for Generations of inspiration to come. I listen to the songs sang by the morning doves, To the charming voices of our youthful young, Than those jolly fellows from days gone by, You know the old barber shop quorate. So many variations and depths of degrees, Harmony, rock-n-roll, to golden oldies country, Music is a wonderment all to it's own glory. So we thank you those powers on high, For this miracle of a gift called music. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
All I see is beauty in the burning of her words, The flickering of flames, Constructs of fires licking at the night From snow white sheets of dreaming. The senses of her bleeding, ink and roses, Sensual vibrancy, Gliding rails streaming to the stars, The links between the earth and heaven's tide. All I see is beauty in the visions of her art, The tenderness of angels, Architects of chapels wrought of lace, An arbitrary grace of love. The impressions of her breathing, saffron breath, Exhaling of her soul, Bestow of sleeping kisses to the lips, Priestess of the mind and loin.
Rarest of beauty is she the ice fawn, Grazing within the ice meadows in crystal Fields of frozen cloves, as the star lights Flicker in brilliance shinning, all about her. A shy creature of gentleness, made of ice And snow, unique amongst the polarized canvas, Alone in perfections glittering diamond dust, Of winter's mystical enchantments. Drinking from the pools of the moon, Warmed by the twinkling shades of the rays, Casted in the Aurora Borealis of the northern Pastures, beyond mankind's encroachment. Creations gathering of angel tears shed In tender moments of truest grace, was She this miracle thus was so made, The ice fawn. Chamber lights living Kalightoscope, a prism of Dear shine, walking in splendors white ice. A mystical being of opulence's elegance, splashed By the divine plate array, and brushed by the wings Of the ethereal angelic. A sparkling gem, a jewel of winter, with the Soft brown eyes of clarity, behold the ice fawn In all her glittering glory, walking in freedoms Sacred Valley of the human imagination. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SHE-TIGER She-Tiger patiently watches, In shadows, Dark concealing realm, Green eyes pierce nights, Blackening shroud. Ever weary, seeking motions, Movements, Beware the bush itself seems, To come alive, Beneath moonlights twilight mists, Heavy foot steps cautiously, Tread. Traveling along a carnalistic path, Deaths servant stalks it's prey. Revealing raw natures twisted fate, In her flashing gaze, ageless, Wisdom lies, This huntress most majestic. Sleek jungle mistress, fearlessly, Striding. Forgotten trails cutting, Edges unyielding, Patrolling vast wilderness. Drink deeply clear waters purity, No other creature dares, Come near thee. Forests chameleon, hidden, Amongst bamboo thickets. Camouflages golden blends, Are parted, By divisions striped bands. Feeding legacies future brood. Crowns glorious jewels, Young cubs at play, Learning life's lessons to be, Remembered someday. Rough dull stones at first, Finely polished y age, One day they'll sparkle, Under sunshine's rays. Royalties queen, stands tall, Upon prides rock, Surveying an evergreen, Kingdom. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Upon the canvas in my mind Quilted mountains greet sunrise Softest kisses, sweet surprise Brilliance charms the artist's brush Delicate roses in hues of pink Seem to make them blush Laughing clouds speak dreams of love Lightening jaded winter's frost Lush forests offer quiet peace To parched spirits who've become lost Havens to slumber near sparkling brooks In paradise born of dew drops from Heaven And the change was priceless KA Written 1/18/03
Golden are finite grains of sand, running smoothly through The hour glass of time, tiny precious moments of reflections Treasured gems, captured in thoughts of the shifting pages, Of the ever turning calendar months. Against the frosted goblet of remembrance, lie champagne Lipstick kisses, impressions left overs of smudges residue Of love's betrayal. Celebrations bursting bubbles of memory, turning into frothy foam, That slides downwards, off the empty bottle of regrets broken vows, Of the New Year's promises sensed past. A clicking symphony of tiffany tears, shed upon the satin pillow shams, Dried are the rose petals of passion, cold embers burn within the Hearth of the tender heart. Bold is the youthful yearling, whom stands upon the Oedipus of Emergence, strong is the inner being, a blossoms flower yielding, Yearning to sprout, to feel the warmth of the sun's loving grace, Yet banished beneath the weight of truth's injustice at the end. But in hopes faith it grows, lighting up the box window pane of reality, Climbing upwards towards the heaven's enlightenment of Tomorrow. Ripple do the waves of the timeless, one more waltz to dance, Another romance to enhance with their devotional trance, a Lingering flickering flame moves across the ocean of the broken Hearted lover, who listens only to the music's rheum. Oh in desires high pitch moment of consequence does not The innocent victim lie slain, at the footsteps of lusts threshold Of adulthood, evergreen is the tree of the New Year, and Loneienesses vines, creep along the life lines of the Devotional heart. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I'm freedom's beckoning call light as air, an elemental being Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces Gravitational pull. A streaming particle of matter flowing in the Mystical elemental current of my own existence, Untethered I've cut the silvery threads of the Timeless, a creature of thoughts abandonment. A unique butterfly of distinction, flying amongst The light waves of illusion spreading my wings Of clarity, touching the stars in gentle graces Movement. In flights liberation climbing levels of enchantment, A swaying anomaly tossed, passed between earth And sky, a castaways silhouette lingering afloat the Breeze of sensuality, with the heightened senses Of pleasure ultimate recklessness, I'm at liberties Jurisdiction beyond the touch of man. I've joined the flocks of the enlightened ones, Moths drawn to the dreaming flame, that burns With fuel of inspirational grace. Rippling wings transcending, behold the marvel Of lunar beings, evolving, rising beyond the Embankment of physical resistance, Translucent fluttering monarchs brushing Against the gates of God's kingdom on high. Flying insects of humanity, buzzing in a whispering Chorus ushering in lyrical verses praise, Announcing the arrival of these ascended. Reaching through the vaulted grates of heaven, The lord's angel reaches out to touch these mortal Wings of inspiration, and harken to listen, as The Soft music loaf's upwards, flooding the floors Of this golden divide. At twilights intrinsic hour of contemplation these Dreaming beings of enlightenment drift as floating Confetti ever lightly descending, cascading into Their mortal fleshes vessels beneath, leaving the Realm behind, but oh what visions of inspiration Have these butterflies of remembrance relate, In poetic excellence, cannot be captured Within the nets of mankind. I'm freedom's beckoning call light as air, an elemental being Set adrift beyond the universal light beam, a speeding Bullet shifting, suspended by my own spiritual uplifts Bending in the stratosphere by raw forces Gravitational pull. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
"Momma… what are those lights up there?" "Those are salmon fish, glistening in the sky…" … She begs to understand your fears, your passions, your pursuits She is down on her knees, and you above Feeling the tears drip from the heavenly precipice… She wants to catch them in her eye And truly… see And she does see….far off…beyond the shade, Beyond every single worry river… Two pairs of eyes across the way Glistening with perception, set upon a face so serene… A warrior stance of their own, the eyes gaze… She is both torn and joyous to meet them, And had she dared to look away, the cares would flee And thoughts would spew faster than the rapids… Where the salmon skid upon the rock… Only to be grabbed and mauled by the world Those eyes reveal a face…a mind so sharp, yet loving Unraveling a heart that could bear the strongest boulders Hurling them higher than the moon… Watch! Little glistening salmon fish floating in space Her giggles would make you smile, The lights in her eyes would melt you and shape you Her and your heart you would both hold so close In almost an innocent embrace Then, suddenly, in that moment, a newness would emerge Something deeper than anyone has ever imagined to feel Not two—but one would understand For one you would become Yet… there are so many questions she longs to ask you So many…yet does she carry those answers? Are they written upon the skies? In the trees…or the bustling breeze? In the small recesses of a child's imagination? …. "Why do the salmon float in space, Mamma?" Her hand squeezes the child's palm affectionately… "Because his love for her was so great…that he lifted the greatest, strongest boulders from the creeks…the salmon would skid upon the rocks only to be met by the great paws of the bears…but before they were caught and devoured by the hungry creatures of this world, the Great Warrior with eyes of justice hurled all of them toward the moon just to see her smile… the stars you see…are the fish that are free!"
-For Justin Bordner's contest I long worshiped heartbreak, From afar, often, though through the lenses, ceaselessly… I drew ribbons in the midnight sky with the silken trinkets of sorrow Riding in the dark with the sound of our silent sufferers all around… At times, I would weep at the hum of their distress High above, I would cry out loud, like all the rest… That classic, misery magnet caught in my own spider web My appendages long worn in life's tethered mess… When unexpectedly, the handsome stars hushed, And this twister that I have become encountered a multihued masterpiece… I caught your crushing colors in my winds of garish web You blended with me cheerfully, enjoying the crucifying climb… Because that is what you do You live to inspire me You live to hush the stars Often, I sneered at the notion of love I would trap the distant idea in my furious swirl… The fires that caught my base would climb so very high, And I would spit them free into the merciful skies… And then I would hear the voices again, louder and louder They had cried so long that they began to cackle in denial…in madness… In wretched whir, in false allure, I would shamefully laugh along Born in the trap where I thought I belong Though, you taught me in venerating verse I was wrong Your colors reflected places in my heart I never knew before... My snares became havens for the lost and scorned Entwining masterfully, you showed me how true love was born... Because that is who you are You saved me in my hateful hour You live to hush the stars How could I have been so lost? Why did I ever lose myself in their sobbing? I love you, my source of light, My source of rain after long-parched night... Has my heart reached the top of my own destruction? Do you see it in your revealing rays? Delighted be, your eyes lifted and met mine as you say, "You were meant to hush the stars You were meant to touch my heart You are everything to me... And now, we are blended, reaching for eternity Just as we ought to be…" I, the tornado of tremor, You the rainbow of radiance, Together blended with the trusting touch of earth, air, wind and fire Through the zooming lenses, in the great mirrors all around I proudly see myself now with your life within me And how beautiful and extraordinary we are together As we aptly ought to be
Flickering in the night, a melting's texture of regrets afterglow, Candlelight's waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth, Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten, In the days of wine and roses. As champion kisses are exchanged between the Youthful hearts of the innocent, another cork Is popped, in this cozy interlude of memory's repast, Shattered lies this tempered fragile glass, smashed Against the fireplaces inner mantel, leaving a frothy Foams liquid behind, causing the crackles embers to Burn higher with passions flame, In the days of wine and roses. Hand cut floral arrangements, plucked apart Then tossed asunder, a petals trail to silken sheets Of pleasure, sorrow's bedding is lined with feathers Down, angel wings tender sheathing to protect the Wounded child of innocence, curled inside perfection's Illusionary dream, evolving into a flowering silhouette of Womanhood. In shad's refection of repose, she weeps thus diamond Tears that float away amongst the Lilley thorns, within the Rippling pool of the timeless, Oh those were the farewells for-get-me-knots, To those days of wine and roses. Valentines shaped boxes shredded into confections confetti, Thrown into the air of clarity at the ticker tape parade Of the broken heartbeat, as it explodes into a zillion pieces, Tissues spent candy wrappers used to wipe away, moistures Sorrows of regrets folly, thus the tender reed bends into The winds of emotion, Behold the tokens price of loves devotion, Back in the days of wine and roses. Vintage bouquets of elegance, tarnished with age, Yet still retaining lusters shine of everlasting beauty, The faithful clinging to the shadows of the past, Hopes dreaming romantic, waltzing in rheum with Memories of illusion, showered by petals of color, From those days of wine and roses. Flickering in the night, a melting's texture of regrets afterglow, Candlelight's waxed drippings staining the white laced table cloth, Yet in the black and white photo album of the timeless, it is a Pressed flower of remembrance, never to be forgotten, In the days of wine and roses. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUN
I am consumed by the beauty of your words Stolen by the smiles of your lingering languages And imprisoned by reality, as I walked through your world The world that you built on your poetry pages . Tell me, have you only spent your green years To harvest wisdom in the field of saintly sages? And now using your wealth of words to erase fears Leaving joy and rainbow dancing over posterity's pages. Oh Farah! the far better Arabian wonder, The beauty of brawns that resides in the mean marrows: You drive many hearts to curiosity's border Now I see the strength that resides in the simple shadows. Thy poetic passion paints the worms with wonders Thy philosophic pictures push the fragile to become agile Thy poetic pen pulls giants out of the palace of grasshoppers Oh little Arabian wonder ! thy poems make mountains mobile.
Hero Lover Broken for a time it seems she takes a long hard look. Looking for loves answers in the covers of a book. She finds the one she must have read one hundred times before. This time it holds the secrets when she reads it just once more. Tenderly she reaches up and takes it from its shelf. Candle light alone at night is how she mends herself. She reads about the hero who then becomes a lover. She won't put it down until she reaches the back cover. Softly she will close it then as the hurt wells up inside. Turning loose the cleansing tears she can no longer hide. Dreams and expectations somehow have turned to pain. She'll be okay tomorrow but for now tears fall like rain. The beauty in her brokenness is something she can't see. Tortured by the things that are that aren't what they should be. She wants a love like in that book and the message that it's sending. She wants a lover just like that whose love is never ending. She'll wake up in the morning with that same hurt still inside her. With one hand on that book that's still laying right beside her. She knows that she will cry again but to her it's a reminder. That somewhere there's a hero and he's trying hard to find her Edwin C Hofert
You wake up in the morning to look in the mirror, To say "This is me". To Compare yourself to what you think you should be. "I'm fat.", "I'm ugly.", "How can this be?", "Why did God do this to me?", You put on some make-up or some acne-cream, To cover the blemishes that others can see. But it doesn't mater what others see, Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, And the beholder is me. So stop annotating, And start complimenting, Not on what should be, But on what is! You were created in God's image, Oh. How. Powerful. To see who you really are, Oh. How. Magical. In that mirror is not, "I'm fat.", "I'm ugly.", But a scientific creation from stardust, Something that's way beyond us. And what's inside is something so unique, So special, Because no one else has it, It's. Like. Magic. It's you! You are the most amazing thing to walk on this Earth. With the ability to wake up and show your worth. So why wake up and talk negative? When you could wake up and smile. Why not be happy for a while? Why try to please everyone else, When all you have to do is be yourself? People say "What matters is on the inside.", And you say "But look at my outside.". And I say there is no good side, You as a whole is the creation, There is no separation. Each person with 46 chromosomes working in perfect symphony, Destroying themselves with negativity. Just Stop! You are beautiful because you are rare, Because no one else can compare. Your face, Your nose, Your eyes, With your sense of humor to comprise, Someone no one else can match. Try to make it in a lab... Try throw it down the hatch. You compare yourself to everyone else, When you are one of a kind. Why can't you get that in your mind? Diamonds aren't perfect so why should you be? Beauty is not symmetry. Look in the mirror and what do you see? The beauty that you are... This is me...
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth . you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens , Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors. not one Color is less significant then another , for every color is equal here . This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers. All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another . All Flowers are equal here . It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed . For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow. No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another . money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here . You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens . A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use. There is a place of beauty and Worth. This place will not be found on Earth . It is a place where no one person is better then another .
(Gentle Summer Rain) Listen to: light pouring silver gray enriched thoughts fall from the sky complete path towards- Blissful, Delighting Peace small ceremonial rain dance. ------------ Gentle therapeutic rain on a warm summer day. falls of heaven on my skin lovely healing memory smiling tears embracing promise land means of escaping utopia in a cloud Solace- light mist paints the Earth "Drizzling summer rays" Swimming in sunshine, rain. by:??
This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed l am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in word alone but in action as well. For that reason in every season I shall show steadfast commitment to the implementation of this pledge with a great deal of astuteness. I therefore commit myself to be your devoted and delivering husband for all the years l shall live with you on this earth. I shall treat you with the love and care you deserve as my wife. Indeed l shall treat you with the distinction and dignity that is befitting of the queen of my heart. That body, that bone, that breath shall be my mine to treasure, for sure; a dearness to promote and protect for dear life…and love! I shall stand by and with you in all the situations of our life. If the situation demands that we sail, sail we shall together. If the situation demands that we climb, climb we shall together. I know very well what l am getting into: I am getting into a marriage that is overflowing with blessings. This marriage- with our mutual commitment- will stand the test of time. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that brims over with a transforming power of love. This marriage-with our mutual commitment – will transform naivety into maturity troubles into challenges pretence into practice pride into progress bachelorship into companionship. I pledge to be your steward and partner for all times. I shall value the consultations and decisions that we make as husband and wife. As head of the family I shall do nothing to derail our love train for anything else least of all for personal and selfish reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving husband… This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves as my guideline that I shall follow happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly for the sake of our love life. Indeed I am well aware of the fact that the beauty of this pledge does not only lie in pronouncements but in practice as well. For this reason every season I shall demonstrate untiring love and loyalty to you; a love and a loyalty that is a living embodiment of our marriage vows. I therefore commit myself to be your honouring, supportive and loving wife for all the years l shall live with you. I shall treat you with the love and care that you deserve as my husband. Indeed I shall treat you with the dignity and nobility that is befitting of the king of my heart. On my mind it is always fresh that I am the flesh of your flesh. Green or grown I am the bone of your bone. I know very well what I am getting into: I am getting into a relationship that elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood. I shall endevour to put my family first with all the rights, obligations and privileges that come with wifehood. I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off loneliness and lostness from our relationship, seeking nothing but your companionship; banking on your stewardship, sinking together any hardship. Since you are mine I shall not do anything else to undermine our relationship for personal or egotistical reasons. Now and forever I am your lawful and loving wife…
I am the hypocritical Christian. I say I follow Christ, But I'm still consumed by my demons. I go to church on Sunday, But I refuse to invite someone back. I want to serve on mission, But I'm too afraid to act. They think I read The Bible, But I just fall asleep in it. They think I'm positivity and smiles, But underneath I'm death and addictions. They think I'm clean and pure, But I'm broken and mistaken. I say I'm not worthy of His love, But Jesus will never let me be forsaken. I pray long prayers, But inside they're empty repetition. It might look as if my faith is strong, But my core is too easily shaken. I say the things I'm supposed to say, But don't follow His actions or obey. I speak the truth the church wants to hear, But deep inside on matters I don't know what to believe. I walk in shame as if I'm not good enough To be loved by God and saved through Christ, But there is nothing I could ever do to earn His peace; It's a free gift. I accept; Now forgiven, changed, and released. Thank You God, Thank You Jesus, Thank You Holy Spirit! In Jesus' Holy Name, We pray, Amen!
He was always so happy strong and bold. He'd give you the shirt off of his back. Tough. Independent. He had a rough life growing up through the depression, but like he always does, he got through it. He has two boys, of whom he is so proud. Moved from Regina, to Victoria. He had the best life anyone his age could have wanted. But ever since his wife died, he has not been the same. Sad Lonely Empty. But like he has always done, he got through it. Mind slipping, just a little forgetful. That's how it always starts out... But like always, he powered through it, until now... He is not the same person that I used to know. He been sentenced to the prison in his own mind. Possessed by the thoughts of his dogs ashes. He likes to play the blame game, but we know he doesn't remember that it was him. He wakes up in the night shaking with pain, tears streaming down his face. There is nothing we can do, Oh well... Two more tylenol. Hold on to hope for as long as you can, It's only a matter of time now. He gets vocal, a very loud tone. He'll block you in your room and make false accusations But we know that it's the pain induced monster in him. Tick tock, tick tock... You can't handle the stress anymore you have to leave. Just hope for the best, maybe it will get better. Surprise, it doesn't. Your denial is foolish, everyone knows what happens next. Sedation Medication Anger Hurt All results of dementia
Far away from this bonded crowd, Far away from these layers of shroud, Oh wings of the air glide me away, To the world, world above the clouds. To the giant mountains of mist, Where sparkling houses of rain will be built, World beneath where would be moving, And sun rays where will be cold and soothing. Where I won't be bound by laws, And I could speak freely about the things I love aloud, Yeah to the world with cloud above the clouds, Where everything just everything will be allowed. Sliding on morning dews that stays till night, Diving in the night's sky that looks like morning light, With no paths to follow, I'll glide free and fast, Yawing, pitching, bouncing, shouting, Like the endless penumbra it's unknown where I'll last Yeah endless it is, And it's unknown where I'll last For Above the CloudsContest I think I am late :-( posting this anyways
I can see a beautiful soul lies within me. Therefore, no mirror can reflect who I really am. For Giorgio Veneto's contest - "Laconic Verse"
FORGOTTEN TREASURE I found the fountain of youth When I stumbled across the forbidden garden Right smack in the middle Was what I thought to be a wishing well I tossed in a quarter Looking down, puzzled as can be I peeked in to see where it fell I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity It was always there waiting for me The reflection in the water was me before this day and age I asked what could this be? With one drop on my taste buds I knew I found the one true key The most beautiful thing that can set one free I reached in to touch the poetry inside me SKAT
The Memories of a Dancing Peacock ( Based on a true incident captured in my Camera ) I was in a mood to sing, and The Peacock was in a mood to dance, My singing came, while watching the beauty and The beauty started unfolding its wings and charms, As if the Peacock was listening the songs, I was singing, silently in my mind. Oh, what a joy it was to feel and share, Those wonderful moments I spent with that beautiful bird, Who kept dancing and dancing, Till the song continued in my mind silently. You and I may not be dancing or living forever, O, bird, But the image, which you have engraved on my mind and The rhythms of that joy and pleasure, Which you have left, Would continue to generate always, The music of silence and beauty in every mind. Ravindra Kanpur India 28th December 2011 NOTE:IMP. NOTE: The Memories of a Dancing Peacock The Photo Poem cum Song is also on my Music Channel "RavindraKK1" on U Tube. or you simply use this URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlP6Pet7Bgc&context=C3f5772fADOEgsToPDskI2J3Pvz9Qq--9WGYI4adeJ For my Videos Songs on My U Tube just write on Google "RavindraKK1 and go on U Tube Channel - RavindraKK1 http://www.youtube.com/user/RavindraKK1?feature=mhee
lllllllllllllllllllll I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the painted Northern Flora and gaze through Savanna's eyes ^^^^^^^
Willie Wagtail Willie wagtail wakes the morning With his song outside my room He tells me that the day is dawning And sings away all shades of gloom. Lovely bird, back black and shiny With his belly creamy white He sits there on a roof so finely Giving my Soul sweet delight \ 'Morning's here' his song is singing Every note so loud and clear As his song to me is bringing A feeling oh, so sweet and dear. 26 August 2013 @ 0657hrs.
THE STAG It's a creature of vapors mist, existing within a thin veil Of nothingness, descending from the unknown pastures Called Nirvana. A mystical spirit lingering in the sacred meadows of native, Legends and folklore, a beast of good omens, proclaiming Peace and tribal bliss. It's very breath brings forth life itself, in nature's Spiritual realm, where ever it's hoof's land, the evergreen Thicket wild, sprouts renewals promise. Routing it's horns, to a fine points sharpened edge, The stag shakes the mystical forest free from the chill Of winter's deadly embrace, and thus welcomes spring At last. No such a delicate of Doe appears, than she his mate, Softest of the brown eyed kindred, gently she approaches His grand majesty, ever so tenderly and loving. With sheer grace of step the two merge as one, Uniting beneath the lunar moon of twilight. Behold the white light of brilliance's fire, blazing As a thunder's storm of the eternal, these are creatures Of God's everlasting flame, burning on the hearth Of seasonal change. Hushed is the woodland, as if frozen in a soft pause, Ascendence illusionary beings transcend the ages, Flashing in the shimmering glow from the stars Of heaven itself. Melting phantom's of illusions, drift amongst The night sky, leaving their earthy bondage, Released once more to feast, in the glens of paradise, Grazing in the meadows most high. In the wilderness wild life is renewed, And the goddess of spring praises them, for their Sacrifice. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A TRUE BEAUTY N' FRIEND OF LIFE'S NATURE I ASK RAISE YOUR GLASS TO THE BRAVEST SOUL I KNOW, WITH SOFT BUBBLY CUSHIONS FIRST ROW WE WILL FRUGAL ALL FRUIT TO SCATTER, A" "R" O" "U N" "D * P" "O E" "T R" "Y FOR WE HAVE THE SAME FORTAY IN LIFE'S SkILLs .... Two VERY OPINIONAted WOMEN; WHO KNOWS WHAT THEY WANT. Written By: CARMA SANDERSON 06/18/12 THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO A BEaUTy OF NATure: MY DEar BRITtnay MaD Ink CaLDwell
Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's Of the winds. North chases east to west, as south's warming breath, Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, Sea, and mountain tops vast divides. Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck, Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another. The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow, seeking Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights Gleeful pleasure, until his companion's kindred, catch up with Him and pick on him later. Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates, Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's Outcasts, to conventional reality. Mother nature's wild children of the untamed, Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight. Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond Human reproach, except unto one another calling, Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers Extraordinaire. Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim, Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles, Than free falling towards the earth beneath. Gliding dare devils challenging the open air, Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination's Boundaries without fail. At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time To finally rest. Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come, On the marrow's sunrise. Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with Raw power's force, using it's strength as if a game at play, These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within This realm of imagery. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Scaling the skies and beauty of her wonder world A fairy saw a sparkling thing down in a valley Intrigued she flew up to it Mesmerized she was, when she saw it A big ,sparkling ,blue gem with lustrous shine Thrilled by its luster ,she touched it And woof!!! Her magic wand disappeared She lost her wings and all her powers In desperation ,she touched it again and again But to no avail Disheartened she walked up to the nearby brook With her head in her lap ,she started crying Suddenly she heard a soothing music The music of rumbling, ruffling brook Freshly scented spring air wiped her tears Dusky splendid skies brought her smile back A new world was unfolding before her Elated she was, when she walked on the dewy grass Her eyes shone, when she saw a small pink flower, growing under a rock Her heart skipped a beat when she touched the bark of the tree Intoxicated by this beauty, she wandered around And unknowingly reached back to the vicinity of the blue gem On seeing it again ,she felt that it's beauty had increased Again mesmerized by its luster, she touched the gem This time with an enlightened heart and a beautiful mind And woof!!! Her magic wand reappeared Her wings and powers restored Since night was befalling on her She with an elated heart ,flew hastily up to her abode Resting on her couch ,she felt something stuck to her feet It was the fresh dewy grass Holding the grass blade in her hand She smiled ,as she knew She had learned a lesson that day Had seen a new world, a world beyond her magic and had learned to keep her feet grounded…. .
In the darkness of the morning In the darkness of the morning There's silence all around Of the noisy din of people Not a trace it can be found Just the cars there in the distance And the early morning song Are all that's heard here by this witness And the peace is loud and strong. The dog is lying on the ground Just a chewing on a bone It's an awesome kind of feeling As I sit here all alone And the silence fills my being As the gas fire heats the air I am dazzled by the sweetness Of this feeling soft and rare The morning sky is turning blue As the darkness fades away It seems the world is waking up All the birds begin to play As they flit amidst the branches And the greenness of the trees That sway so very gently In the early morning breeze
Do you ever get that feeling? Do you ever get that feeling When your heart is filled with joy? When the world feels kind of crazy And nothing can destroy All this beauty that's within you As it blooms just like a flower Oh, I wish that you could feel it It's a heady kind of power Do you ever get that kind of bliss That fills your very soul Like a bird you feel like flying And your being feels so whole Oh I wish that I could pass it on To all of the human race Do you ever get that feeling When your life is filled with grace? Do you ever feel like dancing? Like the world's just here for you When songs of beauty fill your heart No matter what you do Just love, love, love, it fills your cup And the whole world feels so sweet This be the way I'm feeling now And life feels so complete. 15 April 2014 @ 1155hrs.
boy and girl intermingling blood and veins overlapping vulnerableness a violet's caress lavender kombucha passion's persona jasmine's megaphone harmony's tone music's movements sincere sentiments amethyst's kiss hot and cold amiss an artist's loaded brush a starfish's bluish blush a fairy dusting mountain berry ice cream jelly doughnut filling ripened grapes distilling regal drape twine an eggplant's bloodline royalty's manners hung Lutheran banners a swing-seated spiritual rest creativity compressed a poet's potential prose a rare rose a nose of lilac blooms beauty's ballrooms a pleasurable bruise love's uncomfortable shoes a plum's point of view progeny of red and blue evening sky's blending a rainbow's favorite ending
Sisters of nature, gathered hand an hand, Finger tip to finger tip, as the goblets Are filled high, and thus passed Amongst one another. Nymphs of the evergreen wild, celebrating The springs rebirth, listen to the drumming beat, Of seasonal change, it plays in perfect harmony, With the earth's eternal motion. Graceful steps of eloquence, lightly placed To the rhythmic under tones, a seductive Enchanted spell, weaved with gestures Exotic mischief, by promises unspoken Implied meaning. Teasing virgins of sacred beauty's Renowned, unveiling each temptation Hidden desire, yet it is nay unconquerable. For these maiden's are the gypsies of The mists, the untouchable, protected By the Gods themselves. Muses for inspiration, delicate spirits Of pure joy, never knowing the heart Aches of the mortal soul, regrets shadow Lies beyond their realm, of this dance. Forbidden fruits of a lustful harvest, These the loveliest of pleasures maidens, In a Grecian garden. On the white topped peaks of the Gods, A blessings bouquet is lain to feast, in Honor such a magnificent vision to behold. From above the deities toss golden bands, To adorn these ladies wrists, and ankles, A fitting tributes treasure to bestow, for Such grace and elegance. Hear the rustling winds blowing, The echoing voices chanting, Than feel do you not the silences Stillness. They've gone again, into the thinness, Of air from which they came, these ancient Spiritual phantoms of the past. Until the seasons call unto them once more, Come it is time to dance, gypsies of the mists. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Night creeps in How does one put it into words? This beauty all around This little camp in Pemberton Such bliss there, I have found I stand outside this tiny Chalet Surrounded by green trees As I melt into the song of life And feel sweet mystery I do not know the names of all These trees that do surround me The furthest ones be Karri trees So vast and tall they be As the shadows shade them into darkness And fill them with such power Then closer be a wattle tree All filled with yellow flowers. To see these trees dance on the breeze Is a pleasure to the eye As Sheep feed on the lush green grass The day begins to die The night time creeps on up to me And birds sing goodnight songs As I feel that here in Pemberton My heart it does belong.
A weak worm hatched From an egg that is fragile Trying to survive the world Full of predators and guile Romanticsm has been just an instrument To be confined in the ego And a faint serfage On behalf of love upon herself So she claims herself No longer merely a companion Metamorphosed as time goes by A mild steel butterfly
You buy her a rose. Make your way downtown only to find out through a text she wants to see other people. You go to throw away your rose......but before you do, it hits you. The flower is no less beautiful. It smells just as heavenly. The world still turns and you notice all the eyes on you and your beautiful flower.... What a lucky girl she must be they think. What a lucky guy I am I think. To hold such a elegant flower. He leaves it on the train seat and leaves.
Forgotten you As your mind collects the memories of yesterday Forgotten You Epiphanies tie into knotty strings of realization That very moment. . . You merely exist Back then. . .those smiles Those. . .distant laughs Some you remember by name Gone now maybe Like the exhalation of the wind Others dispersed in the world of arbitrary happening Like leaves from falling, man-made trees There is no doubt that they have Forgotten you Activate the bomb Ignite the fuse And you're on next year's history book Never forgotten But drained of all remaining good That smile you gave That happiness The warm embrace so long ago Salt-coated with piles of rubbish Over last remaining mental spurts of comfort Evil, evil, evil, evil, EVIL. . . Always absorbed and remembered . . .though never forgiven. . . All good and gracious sentiments Packed up in a box set nonchalantly in Downstair's storage . . .that chair with the broken leg in the corner of the room That mangled cobweb holding a dangling, lifeless spider A drowned sailor's hat drifting through the current of the ocean The single tear from a soldier's vigilant, memory-stricken eye The frustrating thoughts of a mute The unchanged. . .HATED deformations Forgotten you. . . One soul brings to light weary, unthought-of happenings Wedged deep into what she can only imagine With not even a hint of understanding . . .of the pain. . . .of the bewildering distortions Of the ugly. . . One soul merely vomits sickly verse after verse As humanity embraces its downfall The poet hangs onto her unjustifiable, forgotten. . . Words
In the land of the rising sun, lies a sacred garden, It has but one care taker, a maiden of mystery, Hidden beneath a mask of ivory white, And dressed In beautiful silken robes. Tall pillars shine, beneath the dawn's first rays Of light, kneeling in prayer, a beautiful ancient Mistress gives thanks, for another days worth of life. Appeased by her eternal devotion, heaven sends a Gentle rain shower of crimson cherry blossoms From above. Blessing this child of tradition, a rare Japanese rose, Grows here behind earthen temple walls, built thick, In these oriental gardens. So delicate a flower is she, in each qualities Perfection lies a singular petal, tenderly. Shinning in brilliance golden light. Admiration's ancestors smile, with honors pride, To behold thus creature of opulence's graceful Design, purities magnificent porcelain angel, Known as the Geisha. Enchantment's seductress, casting mysteries Spell of the forbidden orient, upon the Unsuspecting out landers. With each exotic motion's movement, She the seducer, weaves a magical spell of Enchantment, until this stranger, completely Falls under passions web of intrigue. In isolation's paradise many souls are As prisoners of loves captivity, within this garden, Of greatest beauty and harmony. At sunsets melting into the distant horizon, A haunting melody is played, and sung, It is the Geisha's lullaby, a soft whispers, Good night to the sun, and welcoming the Lord of the night, to peacefully enter, her sacred Gardens enchanted realm. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Oh in the mirror world, she dances on a stag all her own, A reflected ballerina, stepping ever lightly in the shaded Silhouettes of yesterday, twin figures of elegance, neither Realizing that they are one in the same, identity thieves. Beguiling the shimmering images standing in illusions rippling Glass, touch each other, yet they are the untouchables double. Blissfully the maiden trips the light fantastic, as inspirations long Lost muse, hidden beneath self-doubt and pains anguish, the opposite Refuses to except that these two reflections of inspiration are one in the same. Dearest Lady of wisdom's clarity let the clear waters of clarification flow, as A soft streams miracle in faith's river conjoins at the mighty delta's edge. In the framed rippling pools of frozen pains separation, it is the liquid Of realism that combines thee, defines thee and unites thee as one whole Being let these two timeless dancers of inspiration merge as one whole. Beauty does wait in inspirations chamber to be set free, embrace her And allow your wings of the imagination to soar again amongst the heights. Beyond celled barriers of your past mistakes, for they do not define the artist, The future of this mistress of poetic artistry, must waltz in sync with her spiritual Kindred, whom dwells beyond the looking glass, in the realm of wonderland. Oh sweet Alice just place your fingertips upon the thy side, reach through the Tides of separation let the waves of truth wash over thee, and with tenderness She'll grasp at thy inner soul, softly uniting these torn images of the lost, as one Dancer waltzing, in unisons divine musical tune, in harmonious rheum. The breeze of life is a timeless unique spiritual adventure, each paths step must Be experienced alone by the traveler, through the harshness of the winds of Destiny we must walk alone, yet behind us are others waiting to help thee along, But few realize this practice of faith's devotion, for within each single step taken, Another walks and his is the miracle of our salvation, and preservation. Let the rock of truth shatter the glass of resistance, for dearest child of inspiration, You are not alone to pick of the pieces of these shards remains, for we feel the Sting of your crystal tear drops , and are willing to help wipe them asunder, with Loving wings of friendship, always. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN FOR LINDA THE POET DESTROYER MAY THIS POEM MAKE HER DANCE ONCE MORE.
I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you You create an image of loveliness that so inspires For deep within this man rages a fire burning true The very thought of you releases new desires You create an image of loveliness that so inspires Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write The very thought of you releases new desires As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite Your face of beauty gives my mind words to write So all come together then, neatly and with flow As poetic fires burn from the flames you so ignite Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow So all come together then, neatly and with flow For deep within this man rages a fire burning true Your beauty gives my poems light, eternal glow I cannot help but smile at the very thought of you
To rise up in the early morn. Some folk think it's crazy To rise in the early morn And walk beneath the starlit skies Then welcome in the dawn As trees they dance in the morning breeze And wild birds sing their songs Oh, when I walk these wetland trails This world to me belongs. In the early morning hours I feel such mystery And as I walk beside the lake My life feels oh, so free A terrapin might cross my path Or a lizard or a snake Or a frog or two might catch my eye As they wander from the lake. I would not swap for anything This life I love to live I could not lie there in my bed Life has too much to give To watch the sun wake up the day As the lake reflects it all This be to me a miracle A thing so beautiful.
Image if one will, a field where paper roses grow, Each color an emotion, it's variations symbolic to Feeling felt, and yet expressed. Compositions of love letters, shaped into delicate Blossoms, growing or dieing within the fragile human Heart. A unique species of floral design, enchanting the Raw essences of it's creator, with a mystical fragrance All it's own. Passions spice crimson red, romantic sensuality A white splicing with reds undertow. Blues calming peaceful shades of hew, and a navy's hardened edge exposing devotions Everlasting love in beauty's open petals of the divine. A golden sunflower opens wide, a visions friendship flower, Seeds cast to the fertile soil beneath the kindred of humanity. Compassion's evergreen bouquet, So many multitudes of description, It is impossible to describe all, For change is the one constant rhythm Of life itself. Death's black rose, a crumbling love letter that melts away, A disintegration of thoughts emotion unto the river of dust. Not completely forgotten, Living only by memory's remembrances, Of past echoes, Left alive in shadows contrasting shades faded by time. Fragile is the human heart, made of crystal glass, Shattering easily to the touch, if handled to roughly. But even more delicate are the emotions held within, A prism of reflections. It's light leads to the inner garden of the spiritual soul, Where the paper roses do grow. Imaginations field of wonders, thoughts glorious Bouquet of possibilities to draw from. A limitless expressive well, for the poet's ink pen, Lightly dripped onto the empty page of white, To write upon, vivid are these roses to the poetic heart. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Victorian white lace, ivory fair of face, Lips as red, the rose bud does grow, and is Cut's deeply by it's own thorns. Graceful maiden, beauties sheer elegance, Of olden years past, weep ye no more. Within the golden looking glass, she dances, To a yearling's lullaby forgotten. A lone figure in a solitary waltz, gliding, Stepping ever so lightly, no sound is made, Except for the beating of ones own heart. A ghostly image, held hostage in time, Frozen within a glass prison of pain, Is this the lady of white. Clouds of powder, set against a blue hued, Sky above, is heaven so far away, to her touch. A faded Porcelain doll, is she with eyes Devoid of life, yet alive. Hands do smack against the glass, but it is A jail cell, the intent purpose, to hold Hostage, what remains within. This door barred shut, has no key, or release, Time's measurement, lies in rhythm, a ticking Clock set, on perpetual motion. Sorrow's tears melt into nothingness, her Spirit bound to linger in a hollow image, Emotions haunting loveliness, a broken Soul of despair. Will no guardian angel, wrap her beneath Their wings of pity's warmth, nay even justices Avenging, shall not dare to enter within. Shattered crystal shards, burst forth, and memory Fades to blackness, a white sheet covers the mirror, And no light is shone, in this world of illusion. Victorian white lace, ivory fare of face, Lips as red, as the rose bud that grows, And is cut deeply by it's own thorns. Petals plucked by the forlorn, lead some Down a path that should not be traveled, Beware the lonely heart, follow nay the Sweet voices echoing within the nights Darkness.
All bow low unto Pharaoh, Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt. Hollowed halls echo thy name, Nefertiti. Cast red sails towards infinity's, Swift currents. Nile waters part steadily Anubis guardian of the dead, Receive thus living deity. Let sacred alters burn bright, Light sacrifices ashen embers, In thine honers reverence. Beneath desertions desert ruins, Lies etched upon mortar's stone. A royal tomb bearing her, Majesties, Unspoken name, Nefertiti. Golden saddles press against, Mortals realm, Behold a phantom goddess, Brushed ageless, By times untarnished memory, The pasted reveals truths, Magnificence. Through redemption's flame, Two scepters crisis cross, Within beauty's touch. An ancient throne has, Been reclaimed. Raise great sphinx, from Your sacred resting place, Shake free fetters sandy mane, Breath once again, His might's roar harold's, Her return. Soft winds blow against, Freedoms breeze, Exposing a glittering figure, Standing tall, Beside the great monolith. All bow low unto Pharaoh, Queen of all upper, and lower Egypt. Hollowed halls echo thy name. Nefertiti. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The dandelion sat along on the hill watching the rose's play. He asked to join the fun and games; is it all right if I stay? The rose's said, you can not play, for you are not one of us. Go back to your hill to your grassy clump, and don't you make a fuss. For we are tall with our beautiful stems and nicely shaped leaves. Our petals are grand, the best in the land, so stay away you weed. A beautiful flower, tall and grand, you are, the dandelion sighed. Your petals are grand, the best in the land, but i'd rather be pretty inside. For the rose's and their beauty so grand, will fade and wither with time, but the dandelion's beauty within, is one thing that will never die. :0)
The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train, Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat, Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment. All together their rations share, with one another, breaking Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the Nights chill away. These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond The horizons hidden path. Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels, Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze. The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize, Of the Gypsies, She is the magi woman, the heart of her people. Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature. Many winters passage have her eyes seen, And felt the springs warming breath against The raw flesh has she experienced. Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this Lone woman been present for, the tribes Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose. Lean does she, against a willow staff, Walking generations ancestral path, Remembering a cultural heritage, past Down by mother unto daughter. Within this living monument of memories, Beats the heart of a wondering people, Whom have cried an ocean of tears, Yet do they not realize they are freedoms Children, knowing a liberation beyond Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be Free without boundaries limitations. But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi, So see guides them along the well hidden Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke. For they are the gypsies tribes and she Is their precious gift the sacred Magi, Named the Mystic Rose. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Thoust message rings, But it is a wretched beauty. Sew up thine tongue; It forks in many directions, Ensnaring, passing through the centers, Weaving a thread gleaming, deceivingly white, Yet drenched in the black goo, The sticky gobs of our source, our blood. Cast aside thine needle, Let time make it blunt. Wallow in thine sorrow, But only for a moment. Up, up with you! The sticky gobs cannot protect thee. See me, Hear me. For I see thee... Thou hast split thine tongue To hide, to forget. Thine forked words, black to all, clear to me. Go on, go ahead, Walk through its enveloping black. And when you cannot run, Crawl. And when you can't do that anymore, Find someone to carry you. Thou art strong! Let thine center give you new feet! Yet, If even thine center falls weary, I shalt be thine legs. I shalt carry you, my friend.
Someone special sent me a rose today Each rose was a word that touched me in many ways It told me a story that showed me the most beautiful scene Of faces of beauty and places i have never been The words were whispers that called to me And for that moment from my sorrows i was free Each rose that fell told me that all beauty comes and goes But to never forget their is always a new bloom of a rose For if all this beauty can only be placed in your mind You have not let all your true inner beauty shine So to this special someone i thank you so much For this rose you sent me my heart it truly touched
A quiet heart Is a beauty of art. It's so special in its own way. When the nature of love touches It's there to stay Feelings are so strong but silent. For a quiet heart there's no goodbye. The beauty you see through the eyes.
Why; Hello Colin good morning mate Son, there is no accent in hands of fate Throw out the tea and chug the beer Then I bet you find a keg in ere Everything is a riddle once it is spoke The tag is from you to me and then some other folk But who should I choose, I'm here to say So many beautiful feathers float by my way Once while I was taking a path from here to there When I noticed beauty beyond compare She made me smile and she made me think Looking at her was like taking a drink She made me feel good and forget all the rest I reckon that is a true poets test The only thing I really did know What a wonderful beautiful soul My only complaint of her poetry was the last line For I was hoping to have just a little more time Talk of someone who needs no adorning She plays a huge role in the global warming For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice So who is the beautiful Angel that I'm speaking of? Tag Christie Moses your it my love ------------------------------------------------------ Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj
Look from inside yourself and you will see. All the splendor of God's creativity. Flowers mountains bird bees Animals and plants of all species. Beautiful sights to please the eyes. All people of every color shape and size. Look at yourself your are God's prize. Built by his hands so healthy and strong. Given the strength to always carry on. The beauty of life is open like a book. In every little cranny and nook. God's love is always there All you have to do is look. Everything is within your grasp All you have to do is ask. Look to God to complete all tasks. See the bird fly and see his grace. The beauty of God is in every Human's face. Look! His love shines brighter than sunrays. Look to God and you will be happy all your days.
First Love Her eyes showed me a way, Her unique smile let my tears go away, Her Beautiful face made me to say, Is this Love, or what??? Started to have feeling of love, Started to behave nicely and different, Started to smile when there was no reason to smile, Still, Is this Love, or what?? Tried to approach her, but felt belittled, lowly, shy, Tried to ask her for date, but felt afraid, scared, shocked, Tried to express my love, felt would be rejected, hurt, unheard, Well still, Is this love, or what? I can fix anything, why not this thing, I can talk to any girl, why not this girl, I can really convince anyone, why not this one, Came before many girl, why not this girl. Do please not tell me its just nothing, Do tell me how to do something about this thing...Love, Do tell me anything about this thing…Love, Will there be rejection or appreciation??????????
God has a plan, And it is out of my hands.
After the rain Velvet green with mauve and yellow Touches blue sky overhead I walk along this wetland trail With fairy feathers in my tread Green parrots in their crazy flight Rise and fall above the trees Who's branches dance in splendid rhythm As they ride upon the breeze The ground still moist from yesterday When the rain came falling down It feels all kind of downy soft And looks so very damp and brown As sweet brown doves search for a feed And a raven high above Gives out a call of loneliness In a voice brim filled with love The lake it glimmers sheeny, shiny As the sun upon it beams It sings a song of sanctity That fills my heart with lovely dreams And whispers words of mystery That seep into my peaceful soul As I walk in morning silence Letting nature make me whole. 23 Aug 2006
Grandparents Grandparents they be two lights Who may lead to wisdoms door. For hopefully they've lived their lives And made that journey to the core And found the jewel buried there Beneath the shades of sorrow. And now these two be living life No past and no tomorrows. They be a pool within a desert Where the grass grows lush and green. A cool place where the kids drop in To breath in air that's more serene. They will be gentle, sweet, but stern {If the need for this comes up} But mostly kids look on these folk To over fill the loving cup. And when these ancient ones depart And through the golden gates do stroll The power that rules these mighty realms {Once the aids have weighed the soul} Will send them down as spirit folk To help folks lives to flow before they enter Earth again To gain another chance to grow.
Kids go down The slide…they head toward the swings TIME TO SCREAM! Free time ends Their parents want to go home Frowns exchange
Sometimes my poetry is just a case of words, and not necessarily my reality; and that's what is so beautiful about writing You can be who you want to be on any level and tell secrets about fantasies that may never be; or take trips to other dimensions on mental journeys, or places that some don't even think exist They mimic thoughts that manifest themselves as poetry and rest on pages patiently waiting to adhere My words are a reflection of my heart and they reveal the truth behind my mask of fear they deliver reality doses whether they are just cases, or me in the absolute right here My words exude positive intentions; my imperfections apparent but I accepted rejections and reversed dejection and decided to bare all my fantasies, my flaws my very soul and temptations Uncertain how voiced verses appeal to outside sources but internally they set me free They provide a medium of light and creativity A chance to apply knowledge and a time for reflecting on and making changes in my frequency My words are attached to my soul and its overwhelming ability to just be They reflect what I was before the choices I've made and the reasons that this life is perfect according to divine order They represent the voices of my ancestors from the beginning of time because up until now, the ending wasn't within reach so I make sure that I carefully choose the format and the right place and time to deliver the message that may be blatant or hidden inside – of the abstract placements of verbs giving praise to the source of power that calmly submits to the voice connected to my words I am the originator of my own words I hope that you are inspired, or simply entertained by the process by which I've placed my words
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life Light heartedness, laughing at one's self! Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Beauty, Love and Peace Beauty appears to be, In serene mood sometimes, Spreading the peace in mind Beyond horizons, limits and time. Peace is really such a wonderful state, Which enhance our mind and soul, and It makes us feel the joy of love and mirth, Influencing, our mind, heart and soul sublime, Which exist only otherwise, in that supreme being. Beauty takes us further and even beyond further, Amid the lofty heights, where love opens it wings, Where cool breeze blows to touch our mind, Where pleasure refresh our heart and feelings, Music and songs further take our souls, In a world of delight, so beautiful, so sublime, While flying and floating high in the sky. When peace reaches it's ultimate, It yields the fruit of love, Compassion and kindness, Then burst like buds, In every happy and serene mind, A Godly quality began to reflect, In every act of a cool mind. Beauty when get mingled, With the sparks of love, It bring the hearts and bind, So close and so loving, that bodies and beatings, Become one amid the ecstasies of loving minds. Nothing can reach here, nothing can disturb, Nothing can explain the beauty of love, Here the beauty even gets a new definition, It no more remains the beauty of body, It becomes the beauty of our being. Beauty dwells in every heart and mind, But very seldom reaches that stage, Where it become an inner decoration, Instead of a thing of vanity and pride. Ravindra Kanpur 19th May 2012 Inspired by Joann Grisetti's poem NOTE : To have the views and comments on these vital petals of life and poetry I have placed a Blog also on Poetry Soup on 19th May as "How you consider Beauty leads to Love and Love leads to Peace". The Blog is receiving most beautiful ideas from the pens of many of my most learned friends and philosophers on Poetry Soup.
Things seems to be very clear, When actually felt it is unclear, What really seems to be clear, May never ever be clear for ever. Your help for others, May be to be appreciated, Or taken as what is called, to be uncounted. My question is clear, Why the help for others, Is sometime never appreciated, However it is always delivered. In response to ethics, lingers in my mind the answer, To help others is not to be recognised, But it is to be called someone, Who can be respected. To all, continue to help, Not to to be appreciated by others, But to be respected by yourself.
There's a little history to this particular poem. I know I wrote it when I was 11 or 12 years old. I wrote it for my Grandma Dorabel, who is today 90 years old. I also wrote it for my uncle John who had been taking care of her at the time; I didn't want to leave him out so I put on the letter: For Grandma Dee and Uncle John! I wrote this short little poem along with a drawing of a cat and some flowers. However, I actually never sent the picture to her! My parents and I must have forgotten to send! To me that was unacceptable! I thought to myself today when I found the picture, I must send it now! The picture is now on its way to her, so I am happy she will at last receive it. ---------------------------- You can send me a bouquet of flowers, You can order me a box of chocolates, You can buy me a fancy outfit, But flowers don't last, Chocolates eventually disappear, Outfits get out of style, Yet Love never fades, And it's the most precious gift of all
Who's that staring through my window walls, with eyes as old as time the clock has not yet moved and the wind outside has died no breath for me to find nor the strength to check the time unless the minute hand is lying theirs a chance i may have died I wish this all a dream but the eyes i see dont lie, they have told me with their watching that all men do really cry yet in vain is all my wishing but perhaps this is delusion of a sedimentary man with his mind ripe for losing Come at me then red devil, I shout within my mind yet the tension I had hoped for was delayed and rather dry no ravishingly velvet flame encircled this such room, nor were the furniture and ottoman thrown like an old shoe marvelous the time in which a demon throwns your home and his only one intent is to stare right through your soul to that i bid goodnight to you, to do as you wish, regardless of the manner I am nothing more then fish. to be shot out of a barrel for a fellow such as this If you do deem it fit that I wake another morning all i ask is that the clocks all please return to working order
Sometimes I admire the littlest things A simple rock. A blade of grass. They need no future goals, no tax exemptions They don't need to go anywhere or be anything They just are. Sometimes, especially when I'm reading life insurance policies, I envy the rocks and the grass And try to be like them for a moment. I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind- And it whispers in my ear: Just be. And for that moment I don't need to go anywhere or be anything. And at the snap of my fingers, All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind. Jacob Reinhardt 10/07/13
The love of life is a very beautiful and splendid thing. Regretfully, it's something many fail to ever recognize. One day, I stopped to contemplate the beauty of compassion and forgiveness. This is where the true beauty of life is found. When we stop to recognize that personal feelings are less important than the feelings we are able to create in others, then we have started to embrace the true beauty of life. To our lives poetry is a beautiful gift from God. It enables us to step out of our external surroundings and into a beautiful place, which of course, is the place known as our soul. From its depths we start to realize the true power that is found in words. Words have the ability to create feelings in others. Words can open eyes to see the beauty that has not yet been seen. Words can take us on journeys to places unknown. Open our minds to philosophical views,which had previously never been contemplated. Thus, leading us into a world, which has never been seen through our eyes. We are poets, children of God, creators of feelings, and scholars of life. It is only from the bottom of the well that we learn to truly embrace and understand the warmth and brightness of the sun. It is only from the top of the mountain that we are able to understand the darkness that lie in the back of the cave. Until our soul has been emptied we never fully appreciate what it means for it to be full. Words are no less than the knife we can use to slice open the cake of life. Thus, enabling us to share pieces of ourselves. What truly matters in this life is the fact that we are able to share and give a little piece of ourselves. True success can only be measured in our ability to share our experiences in life. Thus, enabling others to feel and experience the depths of our knowledge. This is our gift and we should understand the depth of its responsibility. We should all vow to enhance our gift to the best of our abilities. We all have so much to learn and such little time with which to learn it. At the end of the play, as the stage dims and the curtains fall, I leave the theater. Outside, alone at the corner I realize; sometimes I feel like a blind man standing at a crossroad in the fog. Shuddering at the thought, I tighten my coat and walk quietly down the dimly lit street of remorse. I have no idea if this is correct but I did enjoy myself. For Constance's contest. ps. I have reset these lines many times but they keep moving when I save the poem. I guess its a poem anyhow. If it happens again I apologize.
Upon A Bed of Petals The fragrance is so heavenly full of romance With petals smooth and colorful it puts me into a trance The light shines upon the area of which they lay With the oasis of beautiful smell I fall in a deep delay The aroma of sweet beauty comes a dream With motion that reveal emotions with great steam Upon A Bed Of Petals Comes a well spent year with joyous laughter and self appeal With open arms we embrace the life that is surreal Comes a time that we do have to dream with petals of life With occasional choices of passion and strife Comes a venue of flowers of many beauty with value With another part of each season we stand true Upon A Bed Of Petals The scent of life passes through and makes new With loops that can be seen in an open sky so blue The wind takes one petal or two to show a trust With to passionate people lying by the petals love is entrust The beauty is that the petal lasts in memory of With two people passion with love rules true and above
Love you are powerful your power is so strong every one bows to you every lover seek you every human need you in their life to be happy Just a touch of your hand can heal a wounded soul your gentle voice soothes the ache and pain of a shattered life sometimes your flame can burn and bruise but your tenderness is a balm that cures and mends the broken No one can escape from your embrace you keep stirring and raging till your demands are followed you melt and soften the hardest heart and warmed it again after feeling cold for so long You treat everyone alike whatever their stature in life be they king or slave, master or servant, rich or poor they feel the same emotions under your shadow your beguiling ways and beauty ensnares the timid, the bold, the proud and faint hearted You bewitch and put them under your spell and make them follow you wherever you lead you are fair and just and knows no differences you cross social boundaries of color and religion and merge them together under your wings Love you are a gift of life that spring from the beginning of time and creation you are divine and eternal and forever ever blooming like a rose in all seasons in the garden of life that dwells in the heart You bring joy and beauty to life by giving meaning and purpose to existence everything fades away but not you you are ever present to give hope your light shines and burns eternally You are a beacon that beckons every wanderer who are lost in this journey and every seeker who tries to pursue you your path leads to all the the riches of life that only the heart knows and understands Whoever have you in his life has found the real treasure that material things can never replace you are the essence of life the core of every being love how can one live without you?
Walking with Hope I walk with hope, at long last, I walk with promise, I no longer crawl, scurrying between wounded moments, I stand tall again, at long last, I sing a peaceful refrain, sheltered by your love, I take solace from life's bitter rain, comforted by your warmth, I soar free, high above the empty plain. I walk with hope, at long last, I walk with promise, I stand upright, feeling the radiance of your gentle light, and I thank you for taking me in, I am yours, and your breath spreads life, deep in my heart, my soul, my mind, you are the love that I have searched so long to find...
I was just trying to remember the past trying to remember the good people and the bad people, that i came across on my way, i want you to know that you are among the good people that left a good trace in my life, once again i just want to say thank you for passing through my life, is so short but is wonderful i want you here forever.
A Friend. Associates, I've had so many But let us speak of friends. It be a term so often used But I'm the worst of men When it comes to picking holes in things And a true authentic friend He be as rare as rocking horse poo. On a friend you can depend. A friend would be there to the end He'd take naught for himself Oh yes a friend be wonderful And adds to life much wealth You know that when the chips are down And the whole wide world looks grim That friend will always be with you His light will never dim. This be as rare as hens teeth But when the day does come That you find this special friend Your life will cheer up some She'll always soothe and comfort you And make you feel real great A friend is someone sent to you By the tender hand of fate Cherish him or her so much Cause when some-one your heart does touch There ain't no treasure on this Earth There nothing that could have the worth Of the one who loves and listens to And gives support always to you A true friend he till forever He will not betray you, never!
Brown eyes that matched her hair Sad and unhappy as she stood there Waiting for her love to return, maybe yes maybe never, only time will tell Such sad brown eyes that matched her hair Tied from behind in the most romantic way Head slightly tilted gazing down in despair Looking, but not looking staring into space Memories, dancing inside her head As she spoke silently "He promised to return" Talking to herself said… "I had to believe What am I to do this is just my grief" Time is just a lie man invented it to be wise When two lovers are together It doesn't need Einstein. He gave such a wonderful love Love only known to a lonely heart For what is life if not with him, I prefer to die. Fool I am to think he will return He's been gone so long maybe minutes maybe days.
"The Glass Slipper" I was waiting for a glass slipper For my prince in shining armor to take me away from my sorrow into my happily ever after. I sat around wishing on stars; Kissing frogs wherever I went; Dropping coins in wishing wells; Waiting for true love's kiss. It was only after he never came that I realized what it all meant. Magic is not naturally present, but created through love for another I did not encounter magic until I looked in my daughter's eyes; Did not get my fairy-tale until I worked toward a better life. I learned happily ever after does not exist, not in the way we imagine. It does not mean princes balls, and perfect hair, but the feeling of fulfillment that follows a life well spent caring for others and pursing the dreams we had hoped to achieve So don't be like me. Do not wait for your prince to come for you. Create your own happy ending and I promise it will come true.
To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But at our elderly Age that doesn't mean much.... AAAhhh... The choices and freedoms that age does bring... They open the world of childhood again. This childhood is filled with fantasy and such… Including Dragons, and Trolls alive to the touch. I wish, I wish, you could see them with me. We could laugh at their antics, together you see. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But as my body grows old, my mind's still young. My husband and I are like the two parts of the moon. He comes from the light side to pull me there, too. His reflections of love keep me there, each day. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. But never stop smiling, along the way. It's your reflection of love that's given to the world, each day. It makes everything brighter, and everything OK. To live is to Learn. To learn is to grow up. To learn is to find how to give your own reflections of love. For contest: Reflections of Love
Oh tree to my right how you mirror the left Tree on the left, with great vigor you grow When waters run dry, your roots search below To the ends of all branches; lush fruits like Eden Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind Oh tree to my right what phantom did come Yielding fruit no more; nor vivid leaves to sway All branches have ceased, no more but a stump Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind Oh tree to my left so valiant, so true A whip of your branch & firm grip of the wind To the right, one seed you give; let life grow anew Solitude tis as fire bound for a tree, a simple truth to all Fifty thousand leaves dance in the wind Oh tree to my right; look, now you're grown As was, now are; from the tree to the left came your rebirth Teeming with life & beauty displayed Hundred thousand leaves dance in the wind
Written by my Cousin Susan Northwood who thinks she cannot write. She wrote this poem for me. pleaser let her know that she can write very well, she is also an excellent artist. By the way, I am back from my holiday, and glad to be back with you all. My cousin Alf. Whilst searching on the net one day A name jumped out on me Peter Duggan, as he is known My cousin, that he be. A crazy man, a writer too Speaks his mind, I kid not you He loves to argue, and debate Gossip, and trivia, he does so hate. He wrote me emails, all the time And many poems in rhythm, and rhyme His words were calming, made sense to me Helped my fears,and anxieties. Life for him had not been kind Bullied, beaten, and a troubled mind But here he was, helping me With all my anger, that He could see As time did pass, my life got better Thanks to him, and all his letters Back and forth, we wrote like mad Happy laughing, and sometimes sad. Now here in Oz, I've come to see My cousin, and his family Yes he's just how I imagined Loves all life, and writes with passion. He argues, talks, and often shouts Sings, and laughs, but what about? Yes, he's blunt, and can be rude He'll shock you too, if you're a prude But underneath his suit of armour There stands a man, who's met his karma All he wants is peace in in life No more trouble. fights and strife. There's many souls who cannot cope With this loud, outspoken bloke But I know where this man is from He says it in his words and songs. So for me he is not Peter Or Billy, John or Ralph He simply is my cousin Also known as Alf. Written by Susan Northwood, for Peter Duggan.
Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts Through the chill of the winter's night, gleaming yellow Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild. Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons, Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive, In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains. By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the Deep valleys thickening glen. Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit, Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so Leads them. Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals, Stalkers of the ice and snow. Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them Roam freedom's path forever. Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism. Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing, Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence. Nature's selectors, weaving the weak from the strong, Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack, Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath. But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain As he was born to be, simply put FREE!! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Happiness (acrostic) Happiness is found within not in people and things Acceptance of the present regardless of what fears/ inner demons you may be facing Persistence in seeking love and happiness inside ourselves so we may experience the abundance of love and beauty that encompasses us Patience with ourselves as we learn and grow through our personal trials and tribulations life often presents to us, unexpectedly Inside ourselves are all the answers we seek, believe in yourself with a smile on your face Never give up on yourself! Challenge your belief systems with an open heart and a positive mind set Endless love & happiness awaits you, seek it consciously without delay Spirit of love is the essence of our original form; happiness is our natural state of being Smile in the face of adversity and feel your spirit soar to new heights experiencing love, peace and happiness from this moment forward. Live as if there is no tomorrow, for you reap what you sow :) :) :)
Pantoum The dawn it paints the sky The birds sing in the morning hour The dawn, it paints the sky so red Mornings seems to have such power I'd hate to watch it from my bed The Dawn it paints the sky so red Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns I'd hate to watch it from my bed I need to see the new day born Lord, how I love these wondrous dawns I love their sense of mystery I need to see the new day born The bird song gets right into me. I love their sense of mystery These mornings as the day comes in The bird song gets right into me I love the parrots with their din These mornings as the day comes in My heart it sings with so much joy I love the parrots with their din This feeling nothing could destroy My heart it sings with so much joy Because each morning I'm alive This feeling nothing could destroy On mornings beauty I do thrive. 19 November 2014
The silence now pervades my soul and mind. I smile in wonder at the scene sublime. The silence now pervades my soul and mind. I wish to hold this moment for all time— The beauty of the flowers full in bloom. I smile in wonder at the scene sublime. There is no need for dustpan, rake, or broom. The roses in their glory make me cry— The beauty of the flowers full in bloom. I want to understand why when I spy Upon this garden planted by a man The roses in their glory make me cry. It must be all a part of God's own plan To show the awesome beauty He creates Upon the garden planted by a man. When I discern the plot, my thoughts abate— The silence now pervades my soul and mind. To show the awesome beauty He creates, The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
Carly was a caterpillar She loved to crawl and eat Ostracized by the other creatures Teased for all her many feet So most days were spent alone But she refused to get down Carly had an incredible dream To her tree she wouldn't be bound Perhaps it was a mistake That to one other she'd confide They slipped and shared her dream Now from ridicule she couldn't hide So she climbed high into the tree And wrapped herself real tight Into a protective cocoon In here she wouldn't have to fight The days were dark and cold But Carly kept dreaming what could be To fly above the fray Oh, her passion to be free One day she said enough And folded her blanket down The sun was shinning bright And Carly began to look around That's when she realized She was a different dame This caterpillar now had wings Nothing would ever be the same Now all the creatures admired her They called her butterfly But she saw they picked on others It made Carly want to cry So she flew from branch to branch Letting every caterpillar know How they could also cocoon And wings they too would grow The moral is.. inside every creature There's magic to be had If you're getting picked on Start dreaming don't get mad Soon your day will come And your beauty from within Will make your heart to glow And will make your mouth to grin Contest: Carol's "Fable To The Rescue" Date: 11-8-14 Poet: LyricMan
In the small town of Campbell Missouri, A young girl with lovely brown locks Sits, having been told she might never walk again As all aknowledge this belief in town, A fear swept around, And many children were kept down But in the spirit of this child, Desire to walk snuck over her fears Perhaps she wished to surprise- Perhaps she could not stand The judgmental eyes-but all the same, She picked herself up, smiled, And sauntered around the room Happiness pervaded the house As the family friend, delighted, Sang merrily the song, "Have You Ever Seen a Dream Walking?" Today, at California Mission Inn, The same girl, now a woman Walks her glorious walk With confidence and grace She is 91 years old and strong As song, Her eyes lighting up as she recalls She hums the dreamy tune As I jot down miracles
When a man loves a woman.. He listens to how she's feeling more than what she's saying, He will put her needs and desires before his own, He will let her into his heart, and work to get into hers, He will reinforce her as a woman, build her up, and encourage her to take risks, She will know he always has her best interests in mind, She will be confident in her endeavors knowing she's supported and loved, Her beauty and desire will never be a question, in her own mind, Because her beauty and desire will always be mentioned and nurtured, She will know the relationship is worth more that the conflict, She will know she's cherished, because she feels cherished in the comfort of his arms, He will make her a priority in life, He will be inclusive and inviting She will be able to trust him with her most intimate thoughts, And know it will never be used against her, She will feel free to express herself and be vulnerable with him He will kiss her with all the passion of the first time, He will do all this and more, Even when the color has faded from their very first photograph, He will do this and more because he loves his woman.
What happens to the angel figure, that we make In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away Forgotten beneath the October moon? Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed, By the laughter of innocence children, and graced With joys utter bliss of happiness. It's been given a life spark, a gift from the angelic Spirits on high, illuminated by a polar glow above, And low behold the birthing of an ice angel.. Under the hushed spell of midnight, amongst the Diamond dust fields of winter, the fluttering Of shadow wings can be heard. Sheer to the light of ebony's opulence, the blackened Figure stirs within her shallow grave, to emerge as A glistening specter of flights ascension. Thinned glittering gems sprinkled by faiths devotion, Are these appendages made of snow mists. Shifting with beauty, she soars to the kingdom of the lord. Reflected in the sunlight these ice wing chambers do shine, Capturing the colors of the rainbow, exploding, bursting with Each appendages flapping, climbing through the vastness of The heights, does not the warmth of the sun, embrace these Creatures of ice and snow, and so do they melt with sorrows Regrets, becoming heavens tear drops of frozen lace. Fractured shards of crystalline endities, whom almost touch The face of grace itself, yet none returning unto the earth below, As sleets crushed dreams of winter, thus this icy cycle of life Continues ever more. What happens to the angel figure, that we make In the newly fallen snow, does it simply waste away Forgotten beneath the October moon? Oh no my dearest friends for it has been blessed, By the laughter of innocence children, and graced With joys utter bliss of happiness. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Watch this scene with both eyes and try not to blink C: --> I stood there... silently Like a predator near prey I sneak behind YOU You weren't even aware of it!! Ha-ha! I made YOU jump hIgH Like a startled hare I chuckle and smile You know that mischievous smile of mine? Your reaction was PRICELESS - you were so upset But YOU forgave me Well...I'm flattered. . . We laugh'd together (just like the good times) In a chorus - our volume Picked up extreme sound Believe me - I could hear our laughter from a mile away! But I'm glad I did My best to make you giggle Ridiculous me... Wouldn't you agree?
I saw a young lady who was so perfect that she made my heart beat I could not figure it out and now I really don't know I had to take a seat She smiled like an angel in the heavens with glorious blinding teeth She seems so kind and full of life and never put people beneath I do not have a bad thought or a moment without any ease I notice that because she pulled me up and smiled with a tease She kept things close to her like my hand and my heart She knew that I was just the man that gave her a good start I never had a thought of leaving because of a fight I will never part with her because she is my sight She looks forward at all times and never looks back She knows how I am if some one would hurt her I would attack I will never leave her side with out her knowing she is safe and sound I am the man of her dreams I will never let her down hard on any ground She loves me with all her heart and I know this because she gives me the look She knew how long I waited for her to notice me, I remember it was long time it took I waited by her side when she was ill and could not walk I held her hand and made her smile when I told her I love her, when I talk She noticed it in my voice the feelings with care She never looked at me in a blank stare
Love is a wonder shared by one another it's the only reason I'm not six feet under Love in which I believe in a will to sustain I give back to life, now in dormant states of pain The power of Love may not alone be enough locked inside my dreams escape only from above higher than any human being has ever gone before I must have evolved rise above hate, great once more My Father taught me wisdom I am imprisoned no longer now an beast not of burden I am no lion, I am stronger on my shoulder sits twin dragons long awaiting the day evil forces come forth to take what Love is left, away A Hero of Love light are what the world needs angels, not demons exist where ever you believe follow your heart's direction and you shall achieve objects of affection rid of materialistic greed My bright energy has awakened to a fire never consuming the source as the flames just grow higher that is the desire of a product we call Love Fear, the counterpart what I was once made of I am slowly learning how to win when my peace is harder to sharpen so I have given my pen leave the sword has its uses I must say I believe to vanquish the evil in the minds too diseased to serve any purpose except their own selfish ones tomorrow a new day in the clarity of the sun where we two are now one and one done now does bring about a great change lit by the righteousness of Love.
My pen can not draw the beauty of Your glory My voice can not sing the melody of Your story My vision can not explain the vividness of Your beauty My hands can not paint the beauty of Your grandeur Only poetry can feel a ray of that beauty and light Which inspires us to imagine, sing a song or write O you Almighty, Omnipresent God We can not even define, O the best, among the most sublime But, we can feel Your presence in the beauty of a Rainbow In the enchanting colors of butterflies In the wings of a dancing peacock, when it flies them high while adoring your Beauty sublime In the petals of every flower, when they open to show it to the sky In the melody of a native song, when it floats in the breeze And allures our heart like the Pied Piper of Hamelin We feel your presence, when the Moon shines in the heaven And Sun with all its majesty and warmth Return our hopes by illuminating every morning, our dawns You exist in every particle of earth and every where in universe We can not even imagine and can not define Without believing You O Divine, We find your presence in every smallest molecule of atom But, we can not even imagine the endless stretch of your existence In Moon, Sun, Planets, Stars, and Universe And in many Universes beyond Universe, galaxies beyond galaxies White holes* beyond black* holes We also can not image, O Omnipresent God The endless limits of your presence and beauty And the beauty of your presence In the endless beginning of every substance And in the origin of human race from that beginning Our counting's fails, our imaginations becomes pale We find ourselves looming and looming And find ourselves again in the beginning The Light comes only when we feel your presence In the glory of Your light sublime Which again brings confidence, kindness and love To live a life full of hopes, faith, devotion and trust While shedding the seeds of hatred And trying to make this our only most precious earth And the only place to live among our entire learning's A beautiful place to live, share each others joy's and sorrows And to spread knowledge, peace, kindness and love. Ravindra Kanpur India 12th December 2009 White holes * beyond Black* holes * a White hole is the hypothetical time reversal of a Black hole. While a black hole acts as an attractor, drawing in any matter that crosses the event horizon, a white hole acts as a source that ejects matter...
The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin. My life has shed drops of blood through each petal as if in return for the love and beauty you feel hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~ The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding The best of surgeons can not beat your heart It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose For I am your God your existence is not over yet . You must Live ~You must Bloom
Before we were thought of or time had started, God put US in His Son's name.. And each time we pray, you'll see its true, You can't spell Jesus without including US. Were a pretty big part of His wonderful name, For US, He was born; And His great love for US is the reason He died. Isn't it thrilling and splendidly grand He rose from the dead, with US in His plan? The stones split away, the gold trumpet blew, egospelexpress And His resurrection was for US. As JesUS left the earth with His wonderful ascension, When He felt there was one thing He just had to mention. "Go into the world and tell them it's true that I love them all - Just like I love you." So many people are Christian brothers and sisters, Don't all the others have a right to know JesUS too? It all depends on what we do, He'd like them all to know, But it all starts with US. Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS Copyright 2011 VISIT US AT; http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com
It's not a lesson to be taught Or a skill to be acquired It's the nudge to move forward Open when the time is right It's the spirit inside God leading on the way On the journey to discover He is all you need It's the courage to let go Say yes instead of no Reveal what you've been holding back As Jesus takes the wheel It's the realization that it doesn't matter What others think of you God leads you where you're meant to be Just allow you to be you It's the standing up to fear Proclaiming "fear's not gonna win!" The battle has been fought too long Time to let the stalemate end It's the inspiration you've been holding For others and for yourself The light we've been dimming Rather than shining on His behalf It's the spontaneity in the decision To follow His call all the way Discovering peace in being you Wide open as the perfect creation you are The world out there is brutal But there's a Holy Man holding out His Hand His bravery now is all we have But His bravery of love is all we need May God bless you!
Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue Elephants in numbers dot the shores hippo's and crocodiles are at the core of many memories and visions of old Lake Kariba, in land sea full of tiger fish and bream The endless blue that roles into the distance where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze It wasn't always peaceful, tranquil, and still nature has no chance to relax and withdraw Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men's mind Up Up Up goes the building and climbs Man made dam, Damn big problem How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi POURING OUT THE CONCERT RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME Animals and people lost in the rising tide from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea Great and panoramic became the horizon wide Like a whisper on the edge of wind was a grand concert of ages gone by Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky A harmonic existence of sublime serenity Life here brings closure to one's perspective the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.
God, my ears are open And I know what to do. Please help me to make a decision That finally leads to You.
Open your eyes to the ever turning skies I want to here with me through the night My heart yearns into your soul Burning as if newly lit coal I bravely submerg the embers That the time I have can be spent with you And I remember each kiss every moment I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember So what happened was a chance for your love A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss I lay silient in an umber
Look at you, you have found my heart With love I stare into your eyes With passion I devise I can not part with you or can not stop the things I have started So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Look I walk by your side and I found my self crying With your hands so soft with gentleness With your smile so beautiful with carefulness I do notice life with you without sighing So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Without a fear of losing you, you are in my visions With beautiful roses by your side I love you more than twelve times Without doubt I do love you, I care for you and you alone So do not walk away Please lets talk about things anyway With feelings of letting you go is make me ache in the heart Do not stop believing my passion has fallen apart So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone Look I want us to grow old with each other through years of journeys With hope of sharing life of fulfillment that gives us memories With this I hope to give all of my faith and I hope it is not to late I Look into your eyes with such full life because you have been my life date So I raise my hands to embrace you and you alone And you alone So I raise my hands to embrace you you alone
I am drifting into memories. Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun- Yet with ceaseless renewal, Staining the depths of my eyes with images In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity, Stringing together this conscious stream I play in- My stupendous God made of dust and space Tightrope walking existence! And to think we too are made of mostly nothing- Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch In a place so lonely when counted, Yet so abounding when felt! So dance with the Dust God Poised miles above the earth- Prance on your stilts, And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin. Because any moment we could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 9/19/2013
The mystical maid of the seasonal change, in summer darns a Gown of evergreen, with rose petal blossoms of bows, and leaves Ribbons woven intertwine through thorns and beauty. In the rush the colder winds blow at natures rare textured garments Of elegance personified, limb by branch, fall do the delicate flowers, Tenderly bidding the great lady a loving farewell remorse, until next Years calling madam, they do softly whisper till then my dearest love. Now in the white dress of the elm, a white maiden of porcelain skin thus Stands alone, brushed by the on coming chilling breeze of autumn, decorations Multicolored rainbow leaves create a sheaves protection of golden copper, mixed With reds crimson detailing of perfection's design. The waltz of the timeless begins to play the harmonic music, so the tree Of life it so does sway, in glories joyous dance. Ever lightly stepping on the stage of destiny, this lady grace moves with Her charming silhouette whom keeps in rhymes precision to the tune. Attempting to beguile this mistress of the season, winter wishes her to yield, So she may ware his whitest gown earlier this year. But nay the lady will not be tempted by the icy gown of winter's seductions, For it is she whom decides the changing of the seasons. It glitters in the air, shimmering with like rarest gems of the sky, enticing The maid enchanting the women beneath the browning leaves the are blown Away one by one unto the quickening air swirling around her. So a tarried figure will appear, ravaged threadbare, a Grecian statues goddess, Standing stark naked held captive beneath the winter's lustful spell. Surrendering the beauty yields to the beast, dressed in sorrows brilliant shifts Of ivory, that sparkles and shines beneath the moonlights illumination. Heavy is the burden she must bare, this now ice maiden, waiting until the life Cycle to begin again, then a lighter a gown she'll darn once more. In the night the sweet music takes a harsher tune, yet she dances onwards, Her tears turning to snow fakes white lace, thus before they have even a chance To hit the ground, a damsel of ice and snow waiting to be rescued by the first Kiss of spring. In faith she puts all her trust, to end this season of death, she prays to the almighty, Oh lord it's lasting to long, my inner heart bleeds so with agonies longing, the heavenly Father thus sends her a small sign, a minimal of insignificant size, the ground hog, I'm here, For thee he says standing before her majesty, don't give up hopes loving embrace. Then in a lightening flash of colors array, winters chill is whisked away, melted now Is the heavy garments tethering, and she smiles in the warmth of springs gown of Fragrant flowers, and she the maiden of the seasons, praises the power of God on high, Thank you my father, never again shall I forget your loving grace. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
It is that of a persons heart to which we live. The pain and suffering but at the same time the happiness that exist in the world. It is only human that we feel what we feel and act the way we do at times. But it is the most inner soul's being we strive to be who we really are. We all want the right person in life,the finer things we struggle, for dreams we find crush everyday as we fight just to merely exist and get by in life. But the love we have in ourselves is remarkable and untouch as we are what God wants us to be. No one said life be easy and he sure didnt make us sin free due to eve and the poison she brung upon this earth. But man is man as we face our weaknesses everyday as most strive to be better in some way and others just turning pure devilest ways. Its there we share the same dreams really you and me. You see,I am no different for if you cut; we all bleed the same color of red through our vains. But always stand tall and strong in your beliefs and doings in life, just as long as you know your right. But be not afraid to face the truth and consequinces of our actions. Its only God you have to answer to and no one else in life control the path you walk but that of a higher power. Sometimes,just be a friend of encouragement to one another and dont try preaching all time cause you saving no one. You just beating the bush with words that are loud but hearts that are hard. But be a friend cause that's one thing none us truely really have. Cause think about it, even they stab you in the back. But lift up a spirit even with a smile cause there be the true happiness and God's way of showing he care when he gave you love.
My best friend Is your best friend too! He died for me; He died for you!
Are we not all The night sky for our atoms, A brilliant display for our elements, A grace for our composure? All are vivid; All are rich, But as with any star, Dimmer with distance.
Judas betrayed Jesus's whereabouts End, was near Son of God, knew this Universe of the Son of the Divine Father, restored Sins of man forgiven, Prince of our Universal domain, alive in the hearts of his children
A SISTERS LOVE Hearts dearest companion, My sister shines, Mine protectorates against, Harms deepest heartache. A sheltering umbrella, Repelling tear drops Painful moments. Comrades council, wisdom's Listening ear, Defenders outspoken adviser, Ever ready With tissues in hand. When in hearts sorrowful, Shadows do I weep, No other embrace holds, Me closer then you. Loves everlasting angel Resides within her, Behold our spiritual connection. Softly whispering tender Encouragements, Champions warrior stands, Tall beside me. Built strong resolves, Foundational roots, She never yields, against Challenges winds. Spirits kindred, a flame burning Clarity's light, We'll meet together. On the other side, always drifting But never apart. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
When Beauty surpasses When Beauty surpasses The realms of normal visibility and It becomes a thing Of heavenly dwelling Then one can see The splendors Of His colors and grandeur Even amid the darkness of sky In every ray of His shine. Ravindra Kanpur India 12th July 2013 The Poem is based on my Photo of 23rd June 2013 I have placed on Google https://plus.google.com/photos/106499143291103075687/albums/5899550164419354737/5899550169880219362?pid=5899550169880219362&oid=106499143291103075687
I am beautiful and im not just talkin about looks. Im UNUSUAL personality UNBELIEVABLE. Rare and unique just sit down and really get to know me. Im bein the only one of this kind. ....Without equal Im REMARKABLE. To love me is to know me. I have alot of good qualitys thats deep down inside of me. Qualifed to be the very best, willing to take on any quest. My beauty runs farther than just skin deep. My beauty lives inside of me...I have a radiant glow that flows in a steady stream. Deeply penetrating in me. Although to be uncomplaining, patiently, enduring thee essence of my beauty....Therefore endlessly bursting empathy. Unconditionally able to console sympathy brings out the best in me. Im BEAUTIFUL with a smile thats magical makeing my heart supernatural....defines my beauty and thats justifiable...no need to be judgementel....my beauty is always humbel, never deniable simply just wonderful... MY BEAUTY...
A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard, It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter Amazement surrounding me. Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white Lace glistens, in the December sun. Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty. Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me, In this my wintery wonderland. Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends An icy chill downwards, but I notice not. I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page. Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait. Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything, There is to be seen, but ti's a spiritual moment, Of reflection, in clarity's vision. The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist, A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design. Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge, It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural Paradise left undiscovered. The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by The northern lights, aurora's multicolored rainbows, Dancing in the Alaskan horizon. An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility, Humanity has forgotten for progress. It is a magical essence of solitude, that Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the Meaning of existence. Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side, Warming these aching bones. But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by A higher powers kindling, a flame, ignited with imagination, In this my wintery wonderland. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Michelle ~ my sister we have been through life suffered loss you making conscience effort to make amends for past Je Taime Cheri ~ Michelle~ my sister finding her own path without orders never have I left your side knowing in time you will see so proud to be called yours Michelle ~my sister Loving you always unconditionally we all stubble and fall on this ridged road Michelle I love you not enough told ~
Rispetto Walking by the lake Whilst walking by the lake today I heard the birdsong loud and gay The sky was blue, and beautiful There was such perfume in the air From honeysuckle everywhere I heard a lonely ravens call Whilst waking by the lake today I heard the birdsong loud and gay I felt that God did walk with me Life was brim filled with mystery This lake it gave me so much joy This feeling nothing could destroy Whilst walking by the lake today I heart the birdsong loud and gay 19 November 2014
Poorly heated coffee; I can't seem to get it hot enough. Tired eyes still rolling, Film draped for dreaming. This last Summer Saturday, Might as well call it Fall. The pumpkins out and jumping, Future jack-o-lanterns for fun. Gentle breeze cascades, Every once in a while a poof. Sunny sun still sunning; Please don't ever go away. Time to heat up the coffee; My goodness this is good! So open arms and lean back; God is so, so good!
Our love grows stronger, Even beyond the distance, Even beyond the days. I know you're with me always And I'm always with you; In God together we're together forever And physically we'll be together forever soon.
rain falls swiftly hard uplifting spirits inside misty cold Fall breeze
She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings Covered in gold jewelry and precious things She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror
What lives in moisture's molecules, water crystals dripping Downwards, frozen tears of the winter angels, forming a Crystalline ice cocoon, within life's angelic essence thrives, A metamorphism of beauties extreme, bursting forth Behold the ice butterfly. Sliver's sheer wings of delicate perfection, fluttering on a Wintery November breeze, spreading flights appendages wide, It captures the arctic currents beneath, soaring through the Thickets barren wilderness. Angelic creatures whirling majestically, a swirling swarm Of fragility, symmetrical elegance in motion, reflective Chambers of crystal light, the colors palate array, are trapped, Within their graceful wings of ice. Nature's magnificent work of art, flying aloft ever so Gently, nipping at the frosty lace floating from heaven, A cascading blizzard of snowflakes, blissfully descends Upon a wintery wonderland. Living icicles glittering in the cold sunset, set free Unto liberation's crisp chilly air, light as feather's Down, soaring flit to flights ascension, circling each Other in wild abandonment's carefree play, drifters Castaways lost amongst kindred's mischief. As tenderly lain is the mornings dew, does it's Limbs rise and fall thus softly, resting at a stands stilled Pause, such beauty captured in silence's repose. The Aurora Borealis, in kaleidoscope a shimmering Prism of brilliance, sparkling with winter's natural Essence, purified by the temperatures frigidity. Shine little ice butterfly, for soon life's ice-kissed Spell, shall be broken by the first warming breath Of spring, enchantments flutter bug, inspiration's Muse, melts away at the thaws ember, revealing The evergreen beneath the powders white.
waiting throughout winter for your beauty to appear seemingly forever since your presence mingled here amongst the frozen tundra having melted all the snow summers warmth attracts you and your beauty starts to grow at last a new beginning from this frozen earth a pose introducing summers rebirth at last the precious rose...
I've watched the war from behind closed doors; Eyes too glued to close. And now knowing what's in store, there's porn no more. God's love is the only hope we know. We are forgiven because of the love that is Jesus. We are saved because of the love that is Jesus. We give our lives to the Father for we are His children and He loves us. We are loved! No matter what we've done, we are loved! Confess and ask for forgiveness; This is such a beautiful gift! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! You forgive me! You save me! You change me! I am changed! I am new! I am renewed! I am forgiven! I am saved! I am changed! There's porn no more For God's hope is in store! There's porn no more For God's love is the hope of the world!
Something is being said across the whole world. Something is being said for all to hear. Something is being spoken for us to be awoken, Something is giving us life to beat all this strife, Something is being loving to heal our pain and sorrow, Someone has given us a new tomorrow, Something is being said, He is saying take His hand He is saying forget the trials for they take you far, Far into a land where life is left unknown, He is saying, I am life,I am the true vine, take my hand and we will live in eternity for all time, for all days and you will learn my awesome ways. Written by:©Betty Bolden 12-4-04 All poems are copyright!©
Oh where does the dragonfly go, between the reeds, And murky shore. Gently dipping his wings edges, in the waters cooling Ripples, dancing across the tingling ponds waves, To moisten it's beautiful translucent appendages, So sheer and delicate of design. Danger's bullfrog, on the Lilly pads so sits still, Waiting ever so patiently, for the dragonfly to slip. Yet awareness's great aerial acrobat, knows better Not to mess around with this amphibian's slick Devilish tongue. So flights fancy leads him beyond, the flabby Froggies reach. Testing limitations boundaries, this lighter Than air insect, soars at mercy's whim, Gliding the currents wind, and tasting freedom's Glory of wonderment. Inspiration's tiniest of miracles, melts the poetic Heart within, humbling one to pause, at nature's Beauty beyond words expression. Gleaming beneath the summers sun, the light Shines and shimmers, as if made of glass, A reflective surface of diamonds, cast asunder With hews deepest blues, as it's aquatic canvas Background below. In this spiritual garden of the wetlands, cannot Thee taste the essence of true purity, amongst Clarity's crystal clear air. Oh do I not envy such a creature, as this the Dragonfly, to drift a aloft from reed, to the Abandoned Lillie pad, and see such magnificent Natural beauty within nature itself. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
THE SNOW FLAKE What happens to angels tears, as they fall from the Heaven above, into diamonds of ice so are they Transformed, turning, spinning in the atmosphere. Until unique unto themselves, white pieces of Frozen lace, perfections icy miracle, descending From the blue hewed skies of Nirvana. Covering the last leaf of fall, one by one The power flakes glisten beneath the October sunshine. Crystal shells of ice, freeze into water cylinders, Forming sickles of decorations, that hang from Every house and tree. It is truly a winder wonderland, so beautiful That the angels themselves come to behold, What their teardrops have made, as a single Feather falls from wings of grace, it to turns To ice, and is blanketed beneath the freshly fallen snow. 08-04-2014
Invisible figures moving in the mists of time, Hidden female phantoms, masters of the wilderness Wild, blending in as chameleons, they are the unseen. Legend's cryptic tribe. Maidens veiled beneath mysteries coverlet's of beauty, Vanishing, as if a vapors mystic dream, created by ancient Historic mythology. But nay the Amazons, were fierce fighting warriors, Battle hardened women, whom lived by the basic instincts. Of survival and honor. Unbridled by the whims of society, no chains bondage, Could restrain their desire to be free from mans law. Liberation's winds moistened their lips, and inflated The lungs of these warrior women. Nomads raised on the theology, that man are inferior creatures, To be used as beasts of burden, or at leisure's pleasure, Nothing more. Skilled in the art of war, renowned for courage's Unyielding voracity, armored maidens of legend, And for raw endurance's strength of will. Blow the golden horn of victory's challenge, As the ancient archer thus thread's her bow, In anticipation of the battle to begin. Drawn swords at the ready, do you not Hear their ancestral cry to arms, take No prisoners alive. Shield maidens whom answer to know man, But only the Gods themselves, Behold they are the Amazons. Shoulder to shoulder, and back to back, Shields raised glistening in the sun. The battle lines are drawn in history, A fierce fighting force by all accounts Renowned, to legacy's ancient passage, For all women to be proud of generations Forward to come, remember their battle hymn. Freedom sisters, can you not taste it's Flavor of liberation, carried on destiny's Four winds, I'll raise my cup in tributes Honor unto them, known as the Amazons. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
My heart is on Your shoulders, And You are lifting me up. With every spoken tender gesture, I fall a little farther in love.
Crap happens. Get the hell over it. Suck it up. Take it like a sane human being. There are over seven billion people in this old world of ours, they are not all going to like you. You are made in God's image and that is a plus that no one can take away from you. Spit in the devil's eye, he has no hold over a child of God. Dance a fancy victory dance, you are the beloved of God. You are cool. You are no one's fool. You look beautiful through the eyes of God. You even look pretty dang good to me.
Run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment, Grab down, that dusty old mason jar, recapture The lightening in the bottle, of yesteryear's remembrance. Refresh one's youthful heart, in the memories evergreen Pastures called imagination. In the meadows of human thought, all remain young, Release thy inner spiritual being, race the wind, Feel it's liberation, brushing against your face once more. Time stands still here, within this field of dreams, The eye of the hurricane is set aside, Within this lulling of the life's stormy seas, Reality ceases to exist, in this fairytale never land. Shed every layers aged texture, be as one reborn, A kindred reflection of the child of innocence, lying Within thy inner self. Relive pleasure's laughter from long ago, when troubles Were unknown, only glee and happiness lived in our Realm of true joy. Let the pain of heartache float away, as bubbles drifting From the palm of your hands, than popping Unto air's nothingness. Come recapture the lightening within the bottle, Chasing those glowing ageless memories, and relive A lighter time in your life, infuse one's youth again, Entrap that fragile spark, in a glass mason jar, A delicate tinder box, flickering within all of us, Whom wish to stay forever young. Shatter that thin pain between these worlds, Keep the youthful fire burning, let it shine through, In all it's brilliance to touch all those surrounding thee, Enlightening every heart around you, embracing them And enriching their lives. Oh what harmonious music lies in a child's laughter, So free, so liberated, without cares restrictions, Look into the beautiful eyes of the kindred, and remember. A time when one chased the fireflies, in a timeless meadow Of thought, run, jump and frolic with childhood abandonment, Once more, and feel alive reborn. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I'm worried where the next dollar will come from. Will she ever arrive? Will she ever show up? But why am I worrying? Stop it! It's all in God's Great Hands! It's all under God's control! It's all within His plans! It's all His And He will provide Because He is our Father! He loves us! It's all His! Trust Him! I know it's difficult; He will not lead you wrong. He knows where you need to go. He knows what you need to endure. It's all His plan. It's all in His Hands! Lay down your life; Give the control. He is in control! Thank You Father! Trust Him! It will all be okay! Trust Him! Thank You God! Thank You Jesus! Thank You Holy Spirit! I love You always! I trust You always! I trust You! I trust You! Yes, yes I do! I trust You! I love You! Amen!
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I can act insane But DO NOT Make me feel worthless I belong in God's family He will bless my future generation Don't punish me for Being myself – Don't envy my glee I can act like an Adult, but I'd Prefer to have joy… Not stress… That piles upon us in our Everyday lives Being childlike is A rare beauty – No one prizes it… No one came across it… In this lifetime… I can laugh all day I can make you smile If you'd accept my Childlike dreams of mine Don't treat me like a sick swine Renew my young heart Give me the ability To kill the old man… I have my place in God's family He'll be adored and glorified We'll exchange prayers and hugs By my future generation I beg of you – Don't kill my childlike mentality I'll behave myself… I'm positively sure that I'll make you happy I'll still have pieces of a child in me And pass it on to my future generation…
I don't have all the pieces together; This puzzle is just too much, But God already has it figured out As He is solving this from above.
Though I am not considered to be a Christian, [I love most religions] But I lover to read the gospels of Mark and Mathew, so I wrote them all in verse...Peter Eye for Eye. Folk were listening to our lord Such a crowd had gathered round The news of this enigma Had spread from town to town. The multitudes all came to him To hear the words he spake He'd been speaking there for quite a while And the day was getting late. The lord with Passion in his tone He told those multitudes {There were poor and rich, and saints and sinners The good Lords words, their food} He said to them "now you have heard An eye for eye, and tooth for tooth But I give you another law So listen to my truth". "Do not resist an evil person When struck on the right cheek Turn to him the other also Just hear these words I speak If someone wants to sue you And take your tunic too Then let him have your cloak as well This, I do say to you". If someone makes you walk a mile Then walk with him for two. Give what one may ask you for This be the thing to do. If someone would borrow from you Then do not turn away. Hear ye this, it be the truth These words you hear me say".
For the hills they undulate and roll, Set beneath a crimson sky. Image liken, to castle ramparts past, Now slowly worn away with time. For only seconds before the dawn, And the mighty sun to rise. Once more its rays to warm the earth, And ascend into the sky. For little bird how sweet you sing, As you usher now the new morn in. From branch to branch flit to and fro, Along the leafy wild hedgerow. For amongst the green, a dusting fare, Of pastel shades of color there. For gentle are the flowers that spring, Who's petals blossom like fairy wings. © N Windle.
A message of love Love it be the sweetest thing I have found this out I didn't always know this though It's sweetness I did doubt I never, ever gave, just took As I treated you like a slave I do not want much in this world But forgiveness I do crave I was the product of my dad Who treated mum this way That was what they taught me then So when it came, my day To marry you, my sweetest one I thought that's what men did But now my angel listen well Can't keep my feelings hid… I now know love so very well It's not the way I thought Crazy feelings all the time All that stuff comes to naught For this, it cannot last forever But true love really does And Lord it's such a wondrous thing Though it don't cause much fuss It's in those little things we do As each day comes along It's about that old togetherness That hold folks oh, so strong It's such a joy, but one can't see Like he does, when he is old That love grows sweeter every day Though the life force grows more, cold. 18 August 2013 @ 0531hrs
She is my life and love and everything I need to know. She is my strength and health whenever I am sick and slow. her light sticks to my heart all day long: she shuns my shadow. Comfort springs from her arms: she is my pleasant pillow. A lovely lady, so bright, bold and beautiful. A priceless princess, so cute, cool and colorful. She is the sweetest song in my mouth, I can't stop to sing. She is my dearest dream, a courteous queen for a kind king! She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art. She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart. She soothes my soul and spirit with her cheerful charms. She takes me to a wonderful world whenever I'm in her arms. A darling dame whose sensual smiles rock my ribs. She tames my heart and head …with her tender tease. Her fine face and figure takes me to a sensual space; She has got a pleasant picture that old age can never deface. She is the smile I need to make me go the extra mile; the unsinkable ship that can sail me safely on the Nile. She is my hope whenever it seems my life is wearing away She is a home-maker with a radiant role to perfectly play. She is an immortal image, a perfect painting…an alluring art. She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart. She is a passionate poet, with terrific theme, thrust and tone. She has got rhymes and rhapsodies that thrill me on my throne! She is a dazzling damsel: a sweet angel sent from above. She is the reason I am singing this song of life and love. She is a trailblazing tale, only a wise man can truly tell; She is that flawless flower for whom I finally fell! She is my sun at noon and the shining star in my sky at night. She is in every picture I see, whenever I look left and right. She is a sweet story without end because words are not enough... cool, calm and careful but sometimes she appears to be tough. She is an immortal image, a perfect painting… an alluring art. She is every blessed blood flowing through my humble heart. She is lovely, lively and laudable; faithful and full of fun. She is every thing I need to know, … 'Is she the one?' (c) Adeleke Adeite
SUMMER NIGHTS Sheltered beneath the moon's enchantment, Are the careless castaways, of the lost summer Nights of innocence. Released from the binding tethers of society, These youthful spirits of the wild heart soar, Beyond flights passion into seductions Nether realm of pleasures hidden within The inner desires flame. Gliding, melting asunder it is a spiritual Union, seamlessly mixing completely absorbed Within the embrace of one another. In dawns purifying light, two souls join as One, kissed by the first rays of sun, ever so Tenderly, awakening from dreams enchantment. Sing sweetly songbird, let your softest melody Be their lullaby's sounding, in harmony's Gentle whispering undertones, of hushed Vows eternal. Shimmering translucent rainbows, are set Aglow, lofting in silences offerings of future Promises exchanged between these earth Angels unbound, lost within loves mystical Embers of these summer nights. Let the raging storms of life, strike with The force of a hurricane blast, nay shall This beautiful memory of youth last forever In the deepest book of remembrance. A tender render of days long since past, Delicately preserved in the hearts of two Spirits, whose wings brushed against each Other along a distant shore, during a time Of lost Innocence, on a warm summer's Nights dream. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The old cashmere sweater in my cedar chest always warming my soul on a winters day Ice skating with your true love hand in hand frosty breath brings a warmth to your cheeks Anticipating that very first date first glance the color lightens your way as if Cupid decided this will be a day like no other celebrating in stars above Valentine days Forever It is the day God took hold of your heart and beat it for you ~
Love cannot bloom, love cannot go on, love cannot persue it dreams, love cannot be what it is meant to be, love cannot be where it is supposed to be, if love doesn't have two hearts. Love needs two hearts to be true, Like water to a dried rose makes it bloom in spring weather with such glory and beauty. Love cannot be true if one heart doesn't love the other. Care, trust, honesty and loyalty in love it has no boundaries, it has no color, it has no age, like a fine wine or an aged whiskey it grows better with time. But love cannot fullfill without the other half. If a woman loves man, let her love him, if you love me, than love me, but if my heart is gone and cannot be found in such relation with you then I must halt, till my heart comes around. If it never does show with the first light of morning, then it wasn't meant to be with thee. Come now, do not shed a tear for me, a simple heathin, who cries havoc when something doesn't go his way. Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears for a souless man, for a heartless man like I, but do not blame me, if my heart cannot be found. Love needs two hearts, not one or the other can survive without each other. Love is patient, love is kind, but with ever lover comes another. And we will all fall in great and deep love, be intoxicated with each other, and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear for such beauty that still exisits. Love needs two hearts, you cannot have one, without the other.
We will cherish these moments Because they are few, But please always remember I will always love you.
Elayne will dance; she holds a long white rope, above our heads - in air aloneness spreads, cold rain pours on damp ground - the circus' dead, remote's the emptiness - devoid the scope. Elayne will dance! High on the ropes upheld; through acrobatics, apt, her act perfects, she lifts to skies, her bold routine projects the tears of wind that blows will be withheld. Inside the air, ropes thrum upon the mast, we both had lived ten years before this sound we laughed there hung, in void, above the ground the rags now wave to gallivant miscast. Inside the winds she posed; admired Elayne will dance; the ropes keep thrumming on the mast; will hang in void; beguiled, unearthly trust, spectators watch Elayne's hung wraith in strain. "Address my love when nimbus rain on Earth I'll dance with you in fields of heather, because your soul beholds my eyes forever and stars are embers of a longing hearth." A skyward streamlet to expend in space, admired Elayne departs in splendid glow; rags wave, the thin mistle kisses my brow , - she followed the drops paths to upwards trace. © 04-22-2013
Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze ? " The World is not ready to see what I have " Jacques Cousteau ~ to be entered in The Science contest ~
River scene. Oh such a lovely river scene The trees so very green Reflect themselves upon the river Oh what a lovely scene It's the wondrous morning hours I sit here on this seat And watch the beauty of this scene So wonderful and sweet The trees above, reflect below To soothe my aching soul Though all I have is just this pen And this it be my role To paint this theme with words only But I never get it right This scene so very wonderful That's here before my sight. Oh how I wish that I could paint This scene before my eyes But all I have are words so dull No picture does arise Upon this sheet although I try With all my heart and soul I have no gift like artists do For this be not my role. 27 April 2014 @1150hrs
So you sinned? Well, that's done and over with! Keep it in the past 'Cause that's where it belongs. But ask Jesus for forgiveness; Don't dwell on mistakes any longer Because He makes you new again: Renewed. Love is the outcome; Forget the wrongs, Love and move on!
to be considered a poetess ~ to be told by so many talented people here This is a beautiful write , keep writing I love the way you gracefully put the words together To be the Mother of three amazing children For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me for she thinks I write beautifully ~ To be loved infinitely ..and for me to love in return I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year I will not lie ...that was amazing ! To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ? Well ..I didn't want you to forget ." to be called Yvetteishka ~ to be entered in ~The best compliment Contest ~
Temperature dip urban leaves turned Autumn, sniffing around for a place to settle no Farmer's Market in San Francisco today.
Earths people, it is time to wake up, the 'Prince' is alive! Ascension available, access through your heart Seek and you shall find! Time is short, personally unite, connect as one Eternity given Rise to the occasion, celebrate the gift of life, bond, with 'our lord Jesus' and 'our Universal Father in heaven, building a bridge, experiencing kinship, between human and spirit ***Happy Easter Everyone***
Forget! Regret not, for it all has intention... To attempt comprehension leads to double block wall. In searching your question, much more loss is gotten, Confusion, dismay a deeper dug hole. Infinitely seeking you strive for some meaning, the truth is quite simple you are not sole at all! Infusion connection the union eternal, Is easy to grasp when knowledge of whole, is truly encountered from deep within query The meaning the truth the love of it all... Once trouble & strife and struggle are missing, The clear light of being shows beauty once more. Accept what is given agree to the treaty. Fight not with your fears, and answer your call. Find substance in living, step over delusions. Regardless of meaning, life's radiance will soar. So use this awareness these words and this practice, Come forth tall and sturdy, head high and recall.. When sad and when empty in need of intention, No doubts I plead! No need to explore! Emotions you hold are sensed by your siblings, Your waves of sensation your truth and your soul... Are parts of us all, we are all together we are all but one! In oneness we're whole!
All around me Great cities made of sand. Green sky scrapers poke through the ground To thrive in life's strict conditions And melt away with the tide… Great houses made of cards Form lines, and tightrope walk existence, Knowing that any moment, the wrong brick may fall And buckle our world to its knees As Mother Earth shouts Jenga! from the sidelines. So while were here We dance with the Glass Goddess Poised miles above reality, Leaping over the heavens on our domino stilts- We floor it in the sky Living death in the fast lane, Seizing the day Because any moment We could disappear Into Jacob Reinhardt 10/15/2013
Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh… I'm venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul's drying out… like a drought… Drain out the fluids from my heart It's gouging me…bruising me to the core… **chorus** Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky… You fall in my arms – you die so warm Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits From the…underground…and release me – I'm breathless I'm drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… Remember me…I'm falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I'm bleeding so softly – cut out the wood… Splintering me…I'm shattering… and I'm falling in the abyss Bring me more radiance from my candle light Warp me up in bliss…don't let the midnight sky…don't take away my delight From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh… I'm failing *chorus* I'm drowning in regret…ooh..oh… Hit the bull's eye in my heart…embrace the light And don't leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite! Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night And don't let the dusk escape us… I must confess… I must confess… I hate to see you abandon the light… But I'm not the one to save you from the night Ooh…ohh… *Chorus* Splintering lies fill your heart I want to kiss it goodbye… But you've mastered it like a piece of art I want to kiss the abyss and die… Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul But I'm failing and the end of time has taken its toll Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart But the anguish still swarms in my heart… I'm failing…my heart stops beating And my desires are fleeting From my grasp And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… *chorus* Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me… As I fall in death's arms…I die so cold And your heart is made of gold Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares Answer our prayers & block out the night Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears Unravel Your words of life & delight
They praise me like a saint, But I am a sinner; They don't know the man they see. I am an addict. Broken eyes to pornography, Only Jesus can set me free. Only by His death on the cross And the grace of His Father's love Am I able to be set free. With God as The Light, The One and Only Light, The Only Hope in sight, Will I be set free. I am free.
Whisper me the sweet sound of freedom, The sweet sound found in Your Name, Holy and Heavenly freedom, All in the Name of Jesus!
You've got to love your life. I'm drifting through my life As I climb those rocky trails The only place I want to be is now The Spring comes, me just sitting here As the grass grows by itself I never did want too much, anyhow. Can't worry about your burdens One has to travel on The past can't do no damage, it be gone And the future, well there's no one knows No matter what they do You cannot stop those hands from moving on. You've got to love your life That's the only way to go There ain't no going back to what's been done Cause life was made for loving The song you sing is yours You're a one off soul, you be the only one. You have to live your story No matter where it goes No matter what the hard knocks you might gain The road might lead to nowhere Yet dance it anyhow When life stand still, then it be lived in vain.
Every second we're away, We grow stronger everyday Until that day will finally come When we know it's okay And we will rest in each other's arms In peace from God above, No longer missing one another Because we're together; Built forever in each other's love.
I have fallen victim so many times To nobody's fault except only mine. I will ask for forgiveness and have faith, Even though I feel like I am not saved.
BY THE BAY A beach vagabond am I, Lost amongst the foam and spray, Enchantments careless cast away, Set drifting alone, a lunar moon child, Of the free spirited, enlightened ones. Dreamers, whom sought the seasonal warmth, Beyond the reach of the winters chilling Embrace. Here my lullaby, the oceans tides braking, Against the shores rocky harbor. Imagination's thoughtless wanderer, making castles Build of sand, than watching them being swallowed Whole beneath the waves. Peacefully, I do listen to the stilled silence, Natures harmony in balance, a musical symphony, Of sight and sound intensified, by beauty's Overwhelming, raw exposure, beguiling the Eyes of youthful promise, to inspirations Poetic heart. Hear the wind, how it whispers thy name, Ever so softly, it echoes within the seashells Hollow chambers, come rest beside thee. Once more, so do I recline at eases pace, Beside mine oldest friend the sea, As the gentle tides rush onto the shore. The heightened senses recalling yesteryear's Wonderment, of spiritual liberation. Behold I've returned unto thee, This the restless voyager, home at last, Tasting the salty air, feeling your welcoming Breeze, brushing against my bare skin. Never to roam again, I do solemnly promise, For know sheltering harbor has appeased me, Except thine. The lamp light still shines, in the old weathered, Window panes of home, so did it lead me back to thee. As a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to a safe harbors, Port of call, here I shall linger, until times ending, And dead reckonings final journey begins. To a farther distant shore beyond. I'll thus step onto my holy father's sacred Land, regretfully leaving thee behind, For thou art my haven, my heaven, My solos, by the bay. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
We all have a story to tell. Ups and downs, Together, we've been through it all; God has led us through it all. Trust Him; It's all for a reason. All your pains, All your struggles, All your hurts- They're all for a reason. God has a bigger plan, One we cannot see. Trust Him and pray. Remember, We are all in this together. Together, we have been through it all. Ups and downs, We are family- Brothers and sisters in Christ. We are friends. Most importantly, We are family. Let's love one another like God loves us. Let's help each other out And help each other up with loving hands. We are His children. We are His servants Together on His mission To love, save, and change the world For the better. We are all in this together. Listen to His praises ring; Let's praise Him together. Listen to sister Fantasia sing, "Sometimes you gotta lose to win again." Thank You Father! Amen!
Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant, Amid the stone pathways edged with brick, Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet, Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims. Here lie bushes of color to draw me in. Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon. And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon. A fountain that totally greets my senses. The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone. I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside. A bench begs me- "Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound." Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and Drink from the fountains below. Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed. Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place. What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next? Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest? I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest. In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights Never to forget. As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again. Feel the peace. See what is here. Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy. Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby. I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world. My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights. I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses. A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose. A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose. A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again. Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat, Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat. Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave. Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees. But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold. A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds. Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind. Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold. I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to The Fountain Garden. CSEastman
The sun has been slain, by the sweet song's melody, of the Nightingale, perched upon the thickets branch. Sweetly, lyrically, whispering in it's lovers ear, I'm hear my Passion's desire, come unto me, within thy pleasures nest. Flights fanciful play mate, whom causes my heart to soar Beyond the clouds divides, enchantment's mystical spell keeper, Holding thus musical song bird, hostage by loves inspirational muse. Let us descend together, as two angels falling from Heaven's grace, spiritually united creatures of the air, melting, Intertwining, within a feathery embrace. No harms a fowl will touch thou's t, just listen for mine warnings Call, and know I'm always near thee. But love's dearest remains a loaf, shyly, coyly, beseeching, More musical enchantment, from her ministerial of song. So the nightingale sings, of the broken hearted lovers, Lost to tragedies twisting of fates ill hands, never to touch, Or join as one. Than he sings as a hushed whisper, carried across the Soft country side, at twilight's stilled last hour, just before The suns dawning is stirred, awaking the mornings rise. She cannot resist him, anymore, the beauty has concurred, The maiden's virtuous soul. Oh springs lovers of devotion, feather thy nests well, With precious strains, collected through life's weathering Storms,
Life is you and me, sometimes we wish to be free, but If we stop to think a minute, this is life and were in it, so dont take advantage of what we got, this is life so give it a shot, so go out there and show who you are, and stop wishing on that shinning star, because you can make that wish come true, this is life and its for you.
Build me a temple high…high…high up where the sun can rise Where good can shine and the evil die as a plant in winter time. Let it rise Let it die Let it shine Build it high up the moon But under the sky And let the sun shine Through the skin that dims inner light Let the light unfold the eyes And see the beauty inside of this small world that wants to shine Let the war be the plant that could die in winter time Let it rise Let peace in the world rise High…high up like a bird flying up to the sky Let it die Let hate die As a phoenix and be reborn as a flower Full of scents and beauty instead. Let it shine Let our inner light shine Let it shine through our skin and show us that we can light up the way without hate and without pain Let it rise Let it die Let it shine Let the battle field turn into a garden Let the soldiers be the flowers And the ammunition be the fertilizing soil Build me a temple high…high up the sky To symbolize world peace. Don't rush take your time until we find out that we can shine Let our soul rise Let our evil die Let our ability to find world peace shine.
I often ponder as I lay awake and let my mind wonder, what beauty realy is. If it is truly only in the eye of the beholder? am I then blind when I hold her? Embrace her and see infinate possibilities like trillion probabilities of us creating Our own galaxies with the simple serinty of jst the sound of her voice. If beauty does exists then surely it must be more than visual, like a complex Machanical sphere that governs all that is tangible. What manner of beauty then Lies in the air above us or ground below us or is it limited only to our comprehension? If so then beauty must be all that I can see, for that is where my understanding reigns. Oh but if it truly so then beauty is in no order and far too complex to define. Because What is beauty to me is imperfection to u. With that reasoning we find that beauty is unique to each man according to his own predetermined Desires and createria of what he considers beauty so long before he saw u, he knew u were beautiful Because u were exatctly what he considered beauty to be anything less is mare imperfection. How Shallow we think and allow our eyes to percieve the world. I wonder is that why we are perhaps so quick to justify failure than to correct our errors? But this I knw without a shed of a doubt...for if the is beauty in light then surely darkness must glow in its own light too. Even moreso the surely must be beauty in sorrow as the is in laughter. But what I seek most is the understanding and appreciation in knowing that as the is beauty in life so is the in death and with this I silently conclude that the greatest beauty of all is the celebration of life and not the moaning of what is lost or left behind
I have it all What need I, I have it all There's nothing that I need This garden offers everything Oh, yes, it does indeed Those branches dancing on the breeze Green parrots gentle call Soft music on the stereo Oh yes, I have it all. No treasures in this whole wide world Could give me any more One moment spent among the flowers This be what I adore Hibiscus with its purple flowers Those softly cooing doves Soft green leaves in the morning sun Oh, all of this I love. Those dark grey clouds that fill the sky Give off a hint of rain As I wait to feel the velvet drops I'm like a man insane Drinking in the sweet damp air And this beauty all around I open up my heart and soul To the harmony here found.
Make him A Soldier Make him a soldier so I won't cry anymore Transform a boy to a man so he will stand...alone In the dark forest beaming as natural combustion of dusk in the sky Red blood running through our veins is the same identical as if we share the same DNA And even as a child I couldn't deny how our hearts beat the same Rate pulse pace...boom it startled me but as I gaze in his eyes I felt a deep connection as if he knew me better than I knew myself White Our love is so pure and shall never be tampered and even if life tries to poison us we will always have each other pure love Blue water a million miles away from me and as he travels from sea to sea I think of him daily I try to remember where we came from blue water shared space different times Blossomed from a tulip where our petals do not vary and the sepals seem to follow a course set to sail So I beg you Make him A soldier so I won't cry an ocean of tears Transform a boy to a man so he will stand beside me in my darkest hour. Help me to raise my head when he is long gone from here When my fears are red my soul turns blue let me remember the purity of us how I loved a my brother a man of red, white and blue!
Beautiful Life. Sometimes my life's so beautiful My heart begins to weep When life just seeps on into me So very, very deep The power sends out a message With the sound of the falling rain There's nothing now that matters The mystic's back again. I feel just like a squirrel On a sunny morn in spring I don't know why it happens But it's like a kind of dream. As the rain goes clitter, clatter Like it beats an old tin can The sky be like a curtain As the rain comes falling down. I'm having them more often These kind of mystic days And today the rain is falling And it kind of feels okay. Yes I'm caught within the mystic As the rain plays loud and true All logic gone to roaming And that's a good thing too.
I have some choices to face, But these are not my decisions to make. God told me what He wants me to do; He said, "Listen, Son, I have a plan for you."
On Grandma's bedroom wall hung pencil sketches To inspire me and draw me in, never fail The hands in prayer our daily blessing fetches The cuffs rolled back, work ready, in the detail The fingerprint motif of light on hands To give us notice we are unique – and His Strong thumb accentuating Holy Bands Steeple elongated fingers, preaching Bliss On The Tree, He died for our earthly sins (The cross marked in the veins of the left hand) He wished to spare us the suffering since Love and compassion, for which we should stand Only in Truth can we realise beauty The Hands setting the example of: "Thank Ye! [Poetry form used: Sonnet] If we do not live in Truth, a God given opportunity which we must embrace, then the beauty of all that we perceive will pass us by. ~ Su Crous Inspired by: 'Hands of an Apostle' by Albrecht Durer: http://uploads4.wikipaintings.org/images/albrecht-durer/hands-of-an-apostle.jpg DEPICTED IN THE ABOUT SECTION 28/1/2013 Sponsor: Heather Ober Contest Name: Famous Art |
White capped peaks, set a calming essence's surroundings, A hushed place of peaceful contemplation and serenity, Time stands still here upon Peter's mountain. In this isolation's retreat from the outside world, A lone solitary soul, does lean onto his walking staff, Pondering thoughts of life's past experiences, and Remembering days, oh not so long ago. Here this wilderness man, has a freedom that most Men will never know, in his personal paradise Of the forest wild. Living off the land, did he so hack, and chop for himself, Taking a small portions piece to live upon, A rustic cabin built in a meadow's glen, It's more than enough for him. A trapper's trade, by God's promised blessing, Does he make a small living's income, But wealth's gold, lies in them there hills, Liberation's breath, to be inhaled, day by Day with no strings attached. Outside stands one stone, carved by his Own hand, here lies my wife beloved, Spring violets lain in hearts respect, unto Her memory are thus given, as he wipes a Single tear away, soon dearest in softest tones, Is spoken by this rugged soul. The last is he of a dying breed of pioneers, Those searching for the next grand adventure, Just over yonder's distant horizon. Daniel Boone's back pack fever, runs through The mountain man's reins, and only death's Blacken trail, can sever their need to roam. Leaning against the fire place hearth, Puffing on his corn-comb pipe, this dreamer Makes peace within himself. I've lived a good life, had myself a good wife, Soon I'll join her, God be willing. Slowly, he sits within the rocking chair, And closes his eyes one last time, Allowing his bones to relax once and for all. White capped peaks, set a calming essence's surroundings, A hushed place of peaceful contemplation and serenity, Time stands still here upon Peter's mountain. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Sweet breeze I feel, Across thy face, As the flowers seal, And the church spills grace, The birds have meaning, With a passion to fly, I have visuals screening, Each inch I walk by. A gift lies within, An echo from thought, Letting the mysterious grin, Fill in the right slot. Oh, what a beautiful scene, As movement is still, Swaying grass is green, Soaking in with skill, A wonderful mind, Receiving messages, Waking up-on the grind, Leaving behind presages. Think today will be A GREAT day, and see how the world changes.
When I came to you I was broken and frail~Half my mind gone in despair Feeling so Low~Like mud on the ground~Wondering if my Joy would ever be found~Fighting and resisting at the very Start~then slowly you entered my heart Quietly and gently working insid my soul knowing just what you were doing to help me glow You broke into my soul where I had been suffering the most you cleansed me and entered me showing me what I needed to see, working endlessley on my soul you cleansed me and made me once again whole. God almighty you never cease to amaze me always by my side even when I'm at my worst, loving me endleslly and uncondionally.. You have opened my heart to the beauty again, the beauty of the clouds the beauty of your creations' The beauty of the rain, the beauty of the thunder, the beauty most of all of your people. Opened and vunerable I am to you always. Enter me and have me do your will in my life help me to always follow you in every aspect of my mind, body, and soul with every ounce of me Silently by my side help guide me in my ways so I do your ways and your will dear god almighty Walking together down this journey in life nothing can go wrong with you by my side Hold me and love me in this I pray guide me down the right roads along my way I want you by my side for the rest of my life, no more going alone on this journey I need you Lord God ALmighty to guide me ,Love me. and Hold me through my good and bad times..! Written By Christina McCullouch 8/3/2012
I picked up a penny face-down, But I don't believe in luck. Everything happens for a reason; God's mercy frees the stuck. Redeem me, Heavenly Father; Please, I know the wrong I've done. Thank You for dying for me; My sins You have overcome!
One fine day, I planned a visit to zoo Alone landed amidst the fauna left so few Treaded merrily on greenery, singing my heart out Whilst a lion's scary roar made me shout 'Ah! Another visitor', said the lion annoyingly 'Why should we entertain you?' said he fumingly 'What's the point in wasting your energy and mine? Making us do the funny acts, do they seem so divine?' Hearing those words I dared Reduced the distance, still scared Said I, 'Stop fuming King of Jungle, watch out for your age, Hadn't I come to visit you, wouldn't you be bored in your cage?' 'The answer dwells in your question, silly girl You humans have no heart of pearls, The so-called king of jungle imprisoned in cage Heartthrob of millions I was, at my early age' 'To meet my family, hope it doesn't get too late I need to eagerly meet 'em all, my cubs, my mate I still feel them, they are waiting for me Oh girl! Be kind enough to set me free.' I couldn't have done that with all my might Turned my way, delighted by a peacock's sight The multihued beauty was sheltered in a metallic cage Awe! Gloomy this beauty looked, in distress and rage 'What is wrong? Do you want to fly?' It turned around and looked straight at the sky 'Show me those vibrant feathers, the fan-like crest Guests would adore seeing you dance at your best' 'I dance just for my love, my love for rain, Cool breeze no more likes crossing my lane Why do I open my feathers without my mate's presence? Just to amuse you, I shall do; confined in this fence' Dumbstruck, I decided to turn my way Walked ahead in quest of animals happy and gay There it was! A crazy monkey, flirting and making its choice Mimicking others and playing around, hear its evil noise Bouncing, bouncing and dancing, dancing It ruled as if dungeon's dominant king Wow! You look so happy; what's the reason? 'Girl! No more fun for you, 'coz free I'll be from this prison'. Two giant men came forward and opened the door Good Lord! It'll be free, unkind humans is just animal's lore! Monkey screeched, 'Meet me soon in the nearby forest Where I meet my pals, play, eat, have fun and rest' Happy to see the monkey's joy, I walked ahead Across the bushes, saw a van, a huge van in red Giant men carried animals and dumped in the van Shocked I was to see the sight and reckoned their plan Why was my monkey friend inside, for what purpose? It was clear as I read the van's name, 'The Great Royal Circus!'
Eternal faith; Love in His name. Saved by grace; Never erased.
Stand up and shake; Feel the rhythm in your heart. Ignite those pants; We get up and dance. God on our mind, Eternity in our souls; Feel the chills of those bones. It's the hope. Open those closed doors: Into Heaven we go, Welcomed and forgiven. Here is the love; Let's dance!
Beautiful You When Heaven opens up, I feel the spill; the rain; the pour - I know your heart still breaks, and you need to cry some more. When you think you're alone, with no-one beside you to listen - Remember I'm here along side you, drying the tears that glisten. I see you in mind's eye; your soul is open wide - I am not gone, I did not die; I'm always by your side. Through your eyes, I see; my soul can boldly stride - Born again, I'm free, as together our world's collide. Over lush green grass I canter, I sprint; I bound and play - Infecting flowers with laughter; a breeze tickling their gentle sway. Twinkling star called love; it's beauty is you; love's abound - A playful sun through cotton clouds, and dancing trees surround. If the sunny breeze is a voice so warm; grass, loving hands so true - If flowers and trees, a form - then the beauty around me is you. Linked by love, so symphonic; I know, we're never apart - Calming sound, so melodic; It's the music of your heart.
You wake me up with Your endless light So beautiful in shining, so bold, so bright! You paint the landscapes and let Your love shine For the whole world to see, to feel Your gorgeous life!
Follow your dreams and follow your heart; God has shown you the path to start. Never give up and always have faith; Do what you love and enjoy this place!
Like a cherry tree in the spring, God if this is meant to be, Please let this blossom.
You are in my heart wherever I go; You I will never let go. You are with me always; You I am always. This is love. Build by God above, This is love.
Run, run, run and give it all up! Into His arms, commend your love! Through Him, you are saved! What a beautiful, glorious day!
It's not the same without you; The days are rainy and the nights are blue. My heart is crying and God is too, But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
Observing the beauty of nature is akin to an awakening to the senses, of being free and anonymous, of being purposeless, that exquisite innate feeling of total compassion. The abundance of colours in a deep autumn forest, the hazy mist around the water and the trees of a dawning day those hidden shadows of light and shade, the ethereal beauty of affinity between horses and humans. Stillness, the trickling stream through the fields, the rustling of autumn leaves, a neigh, the swishing tail, the galloping hooves. Clean and crisp, the intoxicating and seductive fragrance of an autumn forest the damp earth mingled with old fallen leaves the quintessential scent of a horses mane and fur That tingling feeling being engulfed by wind and rain, sun and warmth, mist and dampness, the lightest caress, the warmth of the horses cheek against ones own Nature is precious, it is profoundly beautiful.
I have dreams too I have hopes too I have plans too, I cry too, I laugh too, I fail too, I succeed too, sometimes my world is in black n white too, sometimes so coloured and beautiful, I make mistakes too sometimes am so right too, I pray too sometimes I just forget tom I care too sometimes just indifferent I try hard sometimes too I relax sometimes and just let things be, I'm just like you, just that you'll never find another VIRGINIA like me, am unique, JUST LIKE YOU.
Always running late; Just taking time to enjoy it. Life is a car speeding fast, But it's better to be stuck in traffic.
As my pen declares and writes the truth Just look around at everyone that's the proof Everyone is different in some many ways But it is methodical that we all hope to see another day By faith I see the unseen things hid from all earthly eyes; What I've seen will make you cry You may think I'm tough; But you have no idea my life has been so rough Many have judged me because the color of my skin I have never let color or gender stop me for wanting to be their friend But like they say sheer ignorance is bliss I have a question, "In what ways do you think we can fix this?" Now days a lot of people feel grander and they differentiate, And against those who are different they discriminate. It feels as if I was just a shadow of the day, But in the light I exist and in darkness, I am gone away!
Sometimes I get stuck in the struggle And I forget that this life is real, Full of real love, Full of real people, Full of real strength, Full of real faith. Look around Because this is real. Welcome to reality; This is God's amazing life!
Your love pricks me like a rose each thorn grows but no one knows Your so full of it as it shows so carry on now go on, go. I'm fed up with the phony and i'm through with the tears, you couldn't pay me all your money to make up for those years. Someone help me I feel faint how could I think he was such a saint and worst of all I let me fall into a spiral down below. A magic called love carried by the dove of someone I use to know.
The whisper deep within you There's a whisper deep within you Like a kind of shadowed feel It's always there, it is you! It's the, you, the one that's 'real' It's there each moment of the day But few will notice this Their mind talk pushes it away So never they find bliss. Just stop the mind a moment Take a look at who 'you' be You must dance within the music Of the love, and mystery That shines just like a diamond In a mirror shiny bright You must listen to your own self If you want to see the light No book can ever save you No counselor, nor priest. No guru, but the one within Can ever tame the beast But the song goes on forever If you find that light in you To look so deep within you Is the only thing to do. 12 January 2014 @ 1333hrs Peter Duggan, for Georgios contest 'In the faraway' spiritual.
Looking down from 41 above, I only wish I was below. The sights and sounds so clear to see Glitz as white as snow. The lights are distant to the mountains And the cabs travel around. The brightest city in the world Beams into the heart of this little town. God please give me the grace to see You are all I need.
Tender is the heart of my dearest white dove, Whom carries the red rose of love within her Golden beak, and within lies the gentlest soul Of peace that I've ever known. Allow thy wings of inspirations to spread forth, To capture the winds of glory evermore, Taste the fragrant fields of imagination through Her words of sweet melodies song, a timeless Tune, that flourishes in a soft echoes moment Of pure joy everlasting, the thoughts unbridled Freedom of liberation set to the release of this Winged creatures beating heart. Oh in the thunder storm of lifes hurricane, She is the calming eye within the hailing of Realities harsh shades between the fading Embers that divide the light from the darkness. Brushed by the spiritual angels of faith and Devotion, she judges not but excepts all mankind For whom they are faults and all, loving them With a full heart's warmth of grace, and cherishing Their inner muse tenderly beneath her wings of Inspiration. Shimmering white feathers glitter, in the bathing Rays of the sunshine, she is legacies promise for a Brighter tomorrow, this mystic dove of mine My friend, my soul sister of the poetic heart, May she soar forever amongst the clouds of Inspiration for all time. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
The Garden of Eden. It be the place we all came from Way back fore we were born We grow among, Its tender flowers In our tiny seedling forms The silence there is oh so pure The rhythm is such bliss We spend nine months there, each of us It's just the way life is. No worries happen in this space Our souls are filled with peace Each moment is pure harmony It's a life of perfect ease No struggles there for anyone In this garden where we grow Then all too soon from Eden's garden Our fate it does us throw We always want to go back there But know, this can't be done We have to grow and move along Yes each and every one Must find the path to ecstasy Find the key to Heavens door To dwell in peace and harmony Until forever more. 22 April 2014 @ 1422hrs.
My Wishes are Simple My wishes are simple, my desires few, to gaze upon an ocean, and marvel at a solitary drop of dew. My wishes are simple, my dreams not too grand, to feel the waves teasing my tired feet, with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand. My wishes are simple, my thoughts serenely gentle, calm, my heart resting beneath a swaying palm, healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
Naked, embrace Entwined, as one Two hearts, beating in time One rhythm
She slips from the sleeping ice. Green, fresh, free to flow through the great fjord. Past the blue mountains. She glides smoothly over the rocks with glee, covering them with her cool touch. Tall evergreens cheer her on. Waving as she courses down her chosen path, carrying life. All the while never tiring! Surging forward to join the others like her. This vast journey , will not end till she reaches The Great Shores. Her journey is joyful. Touching all on her banks, leaving the gift of life in her wake.
A lovely lady you are, And lovely always be. Your beauty bright as midnight stars, And moonlight shining on the sea. You're all that is fair and kind, The sweetest dream and reality. Many times you've crossed my mind; My lasting hope is of you and me. ©2013 Honestly JT
Peace; humble, serene Can be found within the soul Be still, listen, be
Lord, I do not know what to do; Please, lead me by Your side. Decisions I'm facing are lost and through; Please, lead me to do what's right.
Where am I? Why is it dark? This isn't what I had in mind when I left the park… Why isn't the wind whispering…the songbirds singing? All I remember is a telephone ringing… A scream and a crash and a pain in my side… Is this what happens after one's died? I don't feel like myself, I feel wild and free, Yet I'm cold and alone, 'stead of filled with glee. My whole life I've studied, and pondered, and prayed, Trying to fathom what would happen this day But now that it's here, I'm beginning to fear Maybe the afterlife's not what it appears… It's certainly not what I've been told by my preacher Or my parents or brother or best friend or teacher… Is it a bad thing, or is it good? Maybe it's just not quite understood... While I was on Earth, I just couldn't wait To meet good St. Peter at the heavenly gate And ask him a question or query or two "What was my purpose?" "What good did I do?" "What's it all for?" "How does it all flow?" "Can I have one more body, one more try, one more go?" But where is the angel? Where is the gate? And If this is Hell, then where is Ol' Satan? Am I a lost soul? Am I forgotten? Am I to be left here until I am rotten? Lo and behold! what, now, can this be? Is this a wonderful spiritual epiphany? Is this the magical feeling all souls receive When they leave Earth? Oh! was I that naïve? How could I have not seen the realism? Why was I consumed in man-made idealism? This is more wondrous than all I was taught Oh, all the times I argued and fought With others, 'bout how their views were asinine Now I see, theirs were just as wrong as mine! Little I thought was actually correct! How, why, did I let others petty beliefs infect My untouched, my pure, my virgin mind? I regret all the hours I self-tortured to find That compared to what I see now, I was empty and blind… Wait - - What is this that I see? What is this gateway that is revealed unto me? Now a door is opened to my immortal soul I am expected now to enter my life's final goal… I am scared, intimidated, but still I am glad… For the truth I have just seen is anything but bad. This is the end of my journey, I've nothing to fear, For now I am going Beyond the Frontier.
Princess Tinsel. It was a day in springtime in the valley All the Elves and fairies gathered round Today it was the coronation morning Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned. As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops They warbled out a happy sounding song The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus You could tell that there was something going on. Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely And on this very day she would be queen And all the woodland people were ecstatic For such a caring princess she had been. So then the valley's filled with happy laughter As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler And oh, that lady was so very fair. And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel Has married her the prince who now be king And peace and happiness does rule the valley Which now they call "the land of everything". 21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.
What can a man do To plant a seed in the ground So strong a tree grows
Learn from nature If you want to know the answers Look at nature, not at books Words can never tell it truly Turn around and take a look Nature always goes in circles Watch the moon, and stars at night Watch the coming of the seasons Watch the sun that shines so bright. I say, your life is just a story Do not let it make you terse As your mind goes to that moment When your shell enters that hearse Know you well that it's not over Soon another story comes Live, and love, and dance forever Do not sit around so glum Get to know what lies around you See the seasons come and go Nature gives you all the answers It's written there for all to know Watch those circles, all those circles Know without the books you read That it all goes on forever Awareness, this be all you need. 20 February 1014 @ 1354hrs.
Flowers Not named Unknown to those with no curiosity Buds, that dream of one day blooming Being, more than they are Flowers living Being Thriving Touched by those who love Protected by those who wish to love Wishing to be more than they are Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world Hoping they are strong enough Wishing to be the best You, Me, Us, Everyone
Stimulating ideas pop into your head You need a pen…you need a piece of lined paper It looks like you're outtah luck…no wonder you're drowning in dread You need a shoulder to lie your head down for a moment's rest… You need a helper…to aid you while you struggle emotionally… I'm not trying to irritate you purposely Try with all your might…try your best To stay optimistic and fervent I believe that you'll pass the test Be upbeat, kindhearted and jubilant I appreciate the words you wrote on my notebook… Sometimes, I feel like leftovers left on the counter… I'm a rotten mess – you're leaving me as if I'm an uninteresting book Sometimes, I feel like a coward – I don't mean to bother… But, you're like no other . . . You're like a mat – you're constantly stepped on… I'm like YOUR unwanted tool – I stepped on you and Pushed your buttons I accused you of being the fool When, in fact, I'm the fool by your side… You're drifting…pushing me aside… I'm writing words of truth though – Expressing how much I'm fond of you I esteem your presence Glowing with glee At times, you do say things without thinking I'm the god of distress – You're leaving me breathless Cutting me down like I'm some decaying tree You don't see how much you make me… Guilty for your crimes Taking the blame about the hundredth time At times, I feel that I'm awkward when I'm around you You're like a backpack – you carry everyone's weight… You're like a sponge – soaking in our stress I'm a distraction to you – you're wasting valuable time…but don't hesitate I'm writing words of self-centered feelings – logic doesn't exist… But these feelings aren't as bad as committing a crime These feelings come and go – I just had to confess I didn't mean to screw up your progress… Hey, if you need a few sheets of paper to right on, Use me like a notebook instead…and write with all your might It seems as if you read me…like a book that drags on and on Use me as your tool of relaxation… and read me all night When you wrote those words on my notebook… It made my day…you're such a delight Like reading a fascinating, classic book
Sadly we are a product of our upbringing... We were taught to see in color but not of speaking... Not long ago I met a lady from Kenya who changed my eyes... Not a racist by any means, I just never had a chance to test the why's... She is covered in beauty in and out, with a heart so deep and a soul that shouts... She taught me to express myself in anyway, from words to painting just have my say... I don't see her as black or white, just an angel who took my heart to flight... The words you read today are an influence of what she gave me and how I've grown.... Without her in my life these words wouldn't be shown... I can never pay back this lesson learned in race, for I am forever grateful and just see Wendy, not in color just true beauty and grace... 1st palce in PD Best Dedication poem. btw this poem is in my book and in the dedications and thank you's I thank her also.. by Michael J. Falotico
I'm climbing Above the canyon…the sun Hits the rocks I ascend As I take risk after risk UP I GO! I'm climbing I rely on my own strength I'm doing FINE! I descend While I urgently hold on For dear life…
Starlit Night. Way up there in the great North West In a place called Exmouth town I'm lying on a sandy beach With sea so vast and grand, And I'm waiting for the turtles To beach and lay their eggs, As the evening's soft and balmy And the sand's a snug warm bed. No turtles came ashore that night, Cause folk were everywhere. With too much foolish people noise, Oh, so much din was there. No turtle would be that insane, It was like a circus show. So me well I just settled down, And went me with the flow. I lay there looking at the skies, And as the day went dim, I saw the stars a gleam like jewels, As me, I dived within. And Venus glowing like a lamp Reflected from the ocean. Aphrodite did shine through her, I could feel me loves devotion. And Orion was above my head, Three stars there in a row. And above them was that greyish haze, It was like a milky glow. And that milky- way poured into me, As I felt such mystery. And in that mystic space so vast I glimpsed me ecstasy. Two hours passed, my mind was stoned , By the beauty of the night. As the star of love shone so intense, With no moon there in sight, And I thanked the all so tenderly, For the bliss I gained within. I never saw no turtles there, But I cleansed my mind of din. 2003
Spreading joy I'd like to scream it out Wake up, and come alive Smell the air and fall in love And let your soul survive You've buried it beneath the dust Of who you think you are Because you think you be an image When really you're 'the star'. When you find the truth in you You'll know just who you be And everything will lift you up And all the mystery Will flood into your very being And life will be so sweet You might not get enlightened But you'll feel more complete Oh, I could scream and cry I want to spread the truth That you only have to look within Then you'll have all the proof So then it will be gone The fear, and emptiness And life will be a song of joy Each day a sweet caress. 15 August 2013 @ 1715hrs.
This Poem is about racism Have you wondered: That Homogeneousity is relative and does not exist? Why air is a mixture of gases and not just one matter? how the radiation from Sun consists of several raws? How Metal and Wood can make up a door? Why each Animal Genus has a species and more? Why diversity is the bedrock of Nature? And no National Flag consists of only one colour? Why then: Green and Black Grapes cannot be at par? Coffee and Whiskey cannot be served in the same Bar? A Sunflower and the Rose cannot grow in the same Jar? And then we make these pairing possibilities seem so afar? And Yet! Some make one less and the other better. Even with the advantage given to the latter, it still turns out to be the hater. Leaving the former feeling very bitter and in both minds hatred litter and forgetting that the difference is not as thick as a centimeter.
Space the final frontier, Floating up high but no one is near. You and you alone embrace the unknown Looking for the way, the way to be shown. How can this be, the glorious sight, Blues, greens, reds in all their might. You reach out, you stretch afar You gaze upon a cosmic star. Amazed that you are seeing the past, Millions of years gone in a flash, gone so fast. God's workshop for you to see? Projects in the making, which is a possibility. You have entered a galaxy unknown, You glide swiftly and gently to a planet shown. Your heart beats with a mixed emotion, As you speed towards a great blue ocean. Landing gently like the touch of a kiss, Overwhelmed instantly with a feeling of bliss. Sandy beach where you stand is tinted with pink, Such beauty everywhere, you rub your eyes and blink. A dream like state watching the two Suns set Casting amazing shadows and a glorious silhouette. Your soul set free by the power of now, To feel beauty is the secret, that is how. Welling up as you have experienced the truth, Finding today that you have eternal youth.
If there is one thing I remember It is what life told Just open your eyes All that glisters may not be gold So who is to blame and whose fault I hold The halo effect, the one in disguise Manifesting deception in front of thy eyes Treat one different because of their look Why read? Judge the cover of the book? But you do read others because they don't have the look If you understand, how long has it took? The halo effect, we magnify a trait Condone the flaws, we magnify a trait Attractiveness, is this what you mean? All this talk, my perception a feign? What I see, aint what it seem? Huh, thanks for this, as well as that. The halo effect, my mind was hacked.
I did it again; I need forgiven. Will He still forgive me even though I've fallen before? I've fallen into these same sins countless times before; I still haven't learned my lesson. I am an ignorant hypocrite. Am I still forgiven?
Was it enough or was it too much? Sometimes too fast but always too slow! God knows that I come with these seeds that grow. Inside and out I absorb every single touch, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that knows? Stepping through time and sliding back so smooth so I go! I say I can qualify! Where was I and why was I there? Sometimes too obvious but always with doubt! God knows that I come riding in on a prayer. I absorb every single touch inside and out, But why should I? Why should I be the only one that cares? Climbing the highest mountains and sliding down so steep but on a dare! I say I can magnify! What did I say and what did I do? Sometimes too quite but always too loud! God knows that I come with a gleam that shines so proud. Inside and out I absorb every single touch by you. But why should I? Why should I be the only one in the crowd? Walking on water and walking backwards but at least I know how. I say I can intensify! Do I want to or do you need me to? Sometimes I wonder and sometimes I simply don't care. God knows that I come standing on a higher sky of blue. I absorb every single touch by you inside and out with this glare. But why should I? Why should I be the only one with this view? Up in the clouds and aimless but always led by you! I say, "I SANCTIFY"! ®Registered: 1997 Ann Rich
The wild berries of the Northwest it seems every path you walk on , they are there for you to sample , Almost as The city of Portland itself is welcoming you with astonishing beauty, the view of a snow tipped Volcano , as if greeting you with a basket full of fresh wild Marion berries The beauty, just picked plump , the color of dark purple a fragrance to savor , what will I do ? will I make a pie or preserves ? Oh the pancakes and waffles , the Tillamook ice cream is a must ~ After rinsing the fresh picked Berries with water and dusting them with fine Sugar , a hint of cinnamon , if pie , waffle , or cake . maybe just plain , serve with whipped cream made from scratch and a leaf of mint . The Salmon , the berries , roses and apples all in the Great Northwest , You may visit however be warned , for many have come this way Many have travelled a far , For the great Spirit of This Northwest will encompass and astound you . Begging your soul to stay and live the way of a Portlander . Give me rain I say , for the green here will blind you, it is like walking off the black and white set of Wizard of Oz, and opening the amazing door to Colors .
Rob me of my purity, But once again it's all my fault; Fell into the trap of false promises Because I pressed play instead of pause.
When I first met you you were so cute that my brain just couldn't compute so I went mute As I stared in awe Wanting to know you Noticing that the reason my heart ached was because of you A girl much more than a pretty face I never wanted to make love out of lust but then I realized that it was in you I trust So I must change to show you this isn't simply fascination
Cascading water falls flow, in the infinite Stream of life's circle of harmony. Cast thus forget-me-knots asunder, upon The rushing currents of time, for we shall Meet again dear friend, and drink deeply, From the wells of remembrance. Keepsake's dearest treasure are these reflections, In the stilled ponds beneath, I see thee their, And remember lines of courage, written with a Gentle hearts wisdom. It is harsh some may say, that the divine spirit, Took thee away, so quick and without warning. But a higher powers choose is not to be questioned, All seasons have there time, and reason for being. We'll miss thy kindness, and your sweetness, Tender lady of clarity's perfection. But I believe in guardian angels, whom watch Over those dearest spirits left behind , From heavens gates thee can see us below, And gently stirs us away from harsh troubles Shoals. I'll light a candle in my window tonight, in Honor tribute for Linda's contribution, has touched Many lives. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
In timeless refrain he calls my name, Beloved come to me. The waves rush along destinies shores, I'm submersed in the waters undertow. Darling weep no more, I've heard Heartaches pleases, and heed Necessities urgency Shall death's black hand receive Loves sacrifice. I'm obligated to pay it's price Know I, he lies beyond infinities gates. The hell bound serpent shifts at Wakes deceptive depths. My body shivers to the cold wetness, Ashamed laying here amongst the sand. Tears burning on pale cheeks longing. Sobbing I'm at devastation door why, To take ones own life, should he Beseech me so, to join him on the Outer edges of Nirvana. Sweetly, encouraging resolve, Be still dearest, close your eyes, And be at peace. I spoke nothing, just listened Looking above the heavens seemed Two reach out. A tender moments tranquility calmed Away fears doubt. Farewell world a silent embrace, I belong with him, And he unto me Far beyond the raging sea To another place and time. Forever lost amongst foam and spray. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Blossoming Effulgent sun proffers love Clambering… Ascending Above the undergrowth…of Thorns and weeds Furtively The moon unravels wonders Glimmering
LOVE FOREVER FADES AWAY!!!! wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare Waving like the sea, Your decision was bias. You ought to give me wedding ring, But set my dreams on fire. Can you answer me for the single reason, what made you do this? Was it the beauty? Was it the caste, or the complexion? You said I am your love at first sight. You were the one who took the initiative and intended to keep it up. You were the one who delightedly filled my heart with zeal of love. You were the one who elegantly filled the warmth of love in my soul. Confronted with an unsolvable dilemma's where there is no right answer, we always know the answer to everything. But what you did? You just made false promises. Still you define it as the love, true love? Or the love that vanished with no reason. Answer me, answer me, my thee?? Near the bandra reclamation, Sitting at the amusement park, You were the one who excitedly expressed your thirsty feelings. You were the one who stared at me without closing your eyes for a single second. But you were the one who set my dreams on fire. You said you will ask your parent's for lifetime commitment? But I will ask you one thing, if you feel your parents will understand and decide your love, then why you fell in love? If you know that story wont line up with an happy ending, then what made you do this? It's just the pain you mounted on my heart. You just broke my heart. When you blamed, that it's the caste, it hurted me like hell. Answer me my love, what made you do this? I was happy being single. Then, why you disturbed my life with no reason? Then, why I got so much acquainted with you for all season? It's was so easy, that you picked up different slices of life but why Castism you did my almighty? In the bruising darkness just left with ashes of memories, lying my face down in ignorance. You broke my trust for all the life time in my way. But still you left the happy prints, as a hope of ray. It's because of you, Love forever fades away. But still left with the mementoes of yours, reminded me every day!!
Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more! *A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon For Linda's "Nature" Contest Date: 5:21-14
I have no color My wrists bleed black and white I am not ashamed I am true to myself Because I know that naturally, I am beautiful People can judge, and announce my difference But I will embrace it 'Cause I know who I am And I love the skin I'm in I should not be defined by my pigmentation, But by the creativeness of my imagination And the person I am inside despite their augmentation To make me believe that I am less than a person The names they throw at me Pierce my outer covering But they don't change who I am Because words are merely words They don't define me I am the beautiful product Of a black man and a white woman A little grey girl with curly hair and dark skin When you look at me Do you see what they see? Or do you see through my skin? I am different I am mixed I am beautiful I am me
Do you hear the train a'whistlin'? I wonder where she's a'goin'. Can she be boundin' toward freedom? Well, there's freedom in Jesus! And that's all we need!
As we were admiring the color of love last night, Appeasing our thirst like two cats in a fight, Your eyes were as shiny as the sparkled stars. They were as admirable as the lights of the bars. As I was starring at them with no ambiguity Fears, lies and evasions surround their clarity. But the reflection of love in them retains me From trying to quit being sentimentally a softie. Like the seven wonders of the world, They fascinate me with their eyelashes so well curled. Just Like the famous Eiffel Tower in Paris, I can observe their allure all the way from Ferris. They rhyme the harmonic melody of my heartbeat Because their beauty is so stainless and so neat. Your seductive eyes is my favorite site of tourism. They shape my emotion and imagination by Romanticism. Because of January 17th God makes me see, Their color should reflect the beauty of the sea Because another page of my life is just turn over I can only hope they remain part of me forever.
Turn on the love to motivate me; There's no energy on hand. When work to be done is shadowed by rest, Remember you were saved by a crucified man.
Down dusty roads by ways, Hidden trails spreading wide. I've been seeking freedoms, Blazing liberty on the back, Of my Harley Davidson two, Wheeling masterpiece. Along our nations country side. I'm casting aside social shackles, To breathe fresh airs exhaust Fumes, Loving every moment of it. Feeling destiny's winds brushing, Raw bare skin exposed. To the elements. Images disappearing from, Realities rear view mirror, Igniting a flame within, America's rambling son, A drifter gone wild, Behold a restless spirit, Eagerly roaming. Chasing the whims of chance, Leaving it to fates navigation. I'll rest here awhile, Just observing. Until destiny's song spurs, Me forward. The open road beckons, Once more I hear it calling. Pushing the pedal to the metal, Chromes steel shines. The distant interstate sign, States no speed limit ahead. God's heavenly highway, Lies beyond this point. I'll ride on my friend Humming hymns last refrain, Blinded by taillights amber glow. Lord embrace this motorcycle man, He's lived hard but loved well. Riding along hells edge, Heading into, The last light of the setting sun. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
WISDOM REIGNS If there is righteousness in the heart, there will be beauty in the character. If there is beauty in the character, there will be harmony in the home. If there is harmony in the home, there will be order in the nation. If there is order in the nation, there will be peace in the world. Righteousness in heart, brings peace and joy. Written for and in honor of John Moses contest Sayings of Wisdom 8/4/11 The kingdom of God is, righteousness, peace, and joy in The Holy Ghost. Romans 14:17
Flames roared through the nights sky. A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. The heat warmed the mortals below. They believed that this was a great night. The sky emulated a beautiful red color. The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. They believed that they were all safe. They were not nearly as safe. They were witnessing Armageddon. The war between good and evil. For no one is safe until judgment day. That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. The birds will sing a tune. The flowers will bloom. That will be the day. The day when we will all be ok.
Send me to the darkest places; That's where I feel You strongest. A kiss and hug down the deepest alleys; Never letting go, Your love is the strongest.
Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!! ~Two boys meet on an island ~~One is skin 'n bones ~~~The other one is chubby They discover a lagoon~ Ralph teases him by calling~~ him "Piggy" - how mean!!~~~ Piggy asks him if There are other people on The island with 'em He has no clue But this'll answer Piggy's question -- Other boys appear - All diverse shapes and sizes What'll happen next?? You'll see... Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies? I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies You should read it - or you'll regret it!
No longer here to sulk; That only yields more pain. Here I am to live these words: I am forever changed.
Doors will open, doors will close Poetry could rhyme or end up like prose Doors will open, doors will close Life is hard, life is easy – everyone knows Doors will open, doors will close Poetry is dark…poetry is light – every word flows Doors will open, doors will close Death is kind…death is cruel – life has its highs and lows Doors will close, doors will open Life is tiresome…life gives you adrenalin Doors will close, doors will open Poetry could be lovely…or gloomy; invite positivity in Doors will close, doors will open Death is troubling…death is peaceful…a new life shall begin Doors will close, doors will open Poetry is depressing…poetry is uplifting… Writing's a success from deep within That everyone wants to win!! Doors will open Everyone – come on in!
Now I'm just a failure Too afraid to make a mistake. I've already been there, Stuck in a route that leaves no breaks. What is Your plan for me Father? At once I thought I knew. Now I'm disillusioned; Please bring me back to You.
When the light of day is climbing And all the words I've heard are rhyming And everyone around me laughs and sings; When the sky looks so appealing as I gaze into her ceiling, No one can be better off than me. When the rivers' slowly rolling And kisses I have stolen From someone in my life dear life did bring; While staring up at stars in space and I still see her lovely face, No one can be better off than me. As the moon is full in measure And I'm gazing at that treasure Shining down on oceans as we dream; When dew in grass is fading fast And time is lost both near and past, No one can be better off than me. When now and then I see a friend From back inside my bank of memories; Or when wheat fields lay a 'golden And a crimson rose is unfoldin', No one can be better off than me. And when summer dies before my eyes And like a bird I'm ready to fly free; I pray that I can still love more On both sides of that mighty shore For no one could be better off than me.
Mystic beauty of the sky, high above the eagle cries. Tranquil sands beneath my feet, reminding me of nature's peace. Blending beauty all in one, with silent moments under the sun. The silence of Serenity Beach, and calmness of the open sea, whispers from the solem breeze. Breathing in the salty air, the wind brushes through my hair. With tranquil moments under the sun, soon this day is over and done. Waves in tune with melodies, and peacefulness surrounding me.
Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks! The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I'm dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I've got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)
The bills, the pain, the drama, the rain The storm grows larger and floods your brain With thoughts that begin to drive you insane Like, if I trust God will it all go away? What am I missing? Empathy? Faith? What will happen if I stay on this pace? Am I one of those people that God can replace? If I don't change now is it hell I face? Could we all be afraid of meeting our fate? All these years trying to find someone to relate.. Is it true you can fall victim of a time and a place? If I pray hard enough can I erase [pause] The anger, the envy, resentment and hate ? or at 25 years old could I be too late? To try and change my life to get a new slate And chills cover my arms and my heart begins to race All of a sudden I can't hear any rain Laughter replaces the fear that remained and God lets us know it will all be ok Forgive those around you and thank God for each day Think with your heart and in Gods you will stay.
In battles hymn, raise your shield, Sharpen metals sword. All hail bow low unto Rome, Be blinded by opulence's glitter, And greed's excess Salves feel her golden sandles, Upon bare skins flesh. Shackles hand cuffs, bind generations, Under whips task masters. Architectural thieves, swallowing, Cultures as the serpent gorging itself. On it's twisted belly the beast, Encircles it's prey. At blades sharp edged point, the innocent Lie slain, In histories dust humanity bleeds. Crimson skies light Cesar's horizon, As thousands gather in the Colosseum. The gladiator stands alone, facing madness's Throne Awaiting death's final release from bondage. A simple thumbs motion, Down meaning liberation, Up for another soul taken. Behold blood sports ultimate challenge, To live or die by strength and valor. Fates twisted sense of humor, Laughs at him behind justice's, Blackened curtain. Mocking the crowds lustful, Calls of encouragements. Sacrifices altar burns brightly, Upon the false Gods alabaster statue. Patiently waiting veracity's venom, Ambitions royal descriptors feasting, At harvests festive table. The warrior faces reflections honored soul, And behind them destiny's predator stalks, Those soon to fall it's victim. To a coiled cobra poised to strike, Decadence audience claimers at fevers pitch, Adrenaline rush, excelling the Combatants deadliest game. Immoralities remembrances, Or defeats cowardly shame. Devastation final reckoning To the victor goes spoils waste, For the dead remains emptiness. Champions hero kneels before, The emperor's mighty power. An evergreen crown of laurel leaves, His treasures only gift. Freedoms mercy to live another day, Beyond the arenas iron gates. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the Love inside will set us free. Close your eyes and dream with me the way things are suppose to be the burdens we carry lets share today Lets do things in our Lords way. Close your eyes and dream with me lets walk in the way He made us to be. Close your eyes and hear His voice things are crazy in this world of pain close your eyes and let Him lead also help me see His truth in me. My life bounces back and forth close your eyes and dream with me on how things are suppose to be. Help us Lord to live free in your way,please reveal Your heart to me. Close your eyes and dream with me Take my hand and walk with me to the ends of the earth show our true worth His love in us, this is the way its suppose to be. Close your eyes and dream with me. Written by:©Betty Bolden
Lord, please forgive me. I need You. I messed up. Please, save me. Thank You. I trust You. I love You. I am a hypocrite. Please, change me. Thank You. Amen.
Keeping my head up, treading water Cut throat surviving, struggling Going under, death visits Will to live, tested! Selfishness Vs Selflessness A Greater Love, encompasses me God demonstrating mercy, for his children Learning about forgiveness, cultivating, inner faith Melody of Love, one can experience In the darkest, waking hours, of everyday living Self survival, learning how to live Peace of Mind, Peace of Heart Peaceful Spirit, Freedom in Love
On the beauty of the river Oh, the beauty of that river! It's like I've never seen Just looking from my chalet door Oh, what a lovely scene On this cool morn the silent river Reflects the many hues As the sun shines down on the Tingle threes Creating wondrous views No artist could have painted better That river shines so bright As sparling gems of wondrous power Do give my eyes delight And greens and blues, and misty hues Shone out in mystic power A magic glow within my heart Does turn into a flower. As little wrens of gentle blue Do twitter in the grass Two ducks sit down here by my feet And as the moments pass I thrill them with a simple tune As that river flows on by To touch my heart with a gentle tug As soul, with joy does cry 26 JULY 2013 @ 1426hrs This poem is for the Beauty contest.
Dedicated to my neighboring Agri. University Lawn, Kanpur India. My Grass Daffodils The Sun was trying to hide away, The Stars were yet to shine on way, The trees were silent, But the breeze was a little violent. In the fading golden light of Sun, I was lost in simply watching, The spreading beauty of Yours in abundance, The ravishing beauty, was trying to stop me to leave, To hear and to feel, the music of winds and Daffodils, Coming from the swinging and singing grasses, From which every year comes out, my yellow daffodils. Every year I wait for them to come out, Every year they wait for the raindrops to shower, To show their short but enchanting appearance On the neighboring grassland. In those memorable moments, Which sometimes I have spent, In the alluring company of my sweet Daffodils, I have tried to take away with me, The swinging and singing splashes of my grass Daffodils. They come out every year, In several hundred thousands of numbers, When ever the rains start showering its love, Only on the grass lawn of Agri. University. I often try to understand, how even a thing like grass, Can be so beautiful and so fascinating, That, any one can get lost, In the eternal joyous singing and Swinging of these Grass Daffodils. In mild rains they bloom, without rains they died away, Like humans, who gets faded and dull without love And one day fades away or become jealous or cruel, Without the tender care and love. Every year you fascinate me, every year I get lost in you, O my childhood friend from where you have come, And to where you would go like a mystery of life, I do not know. Once the rains are over, You vanish like the diminishing light, Like me you also seem to love, The rains and its mild showers, as a blessing on us. I know like humans, You also do not like too much of rains, And too much of showers, Which can spoil the beauty of your petals, And the beauty of you, my amazing Daffodils. But like the Grecian Urn, you will continue To bloom and smile, On the grass lawn of Agri. University during rains, And after that on the pages of my mind, heart and soul, You would shine like the Sunshine, Till I am living and dreaming on this earth. Ravindra Kanpur India 26th July 2010
Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose. The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show. But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed. After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow. They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold. They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold. The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again. But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend. Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now. For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how. And though no one remembers how the flowers' name was earlier sown… It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow. There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years. But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.
While everything now is lighted While everything has thrilling light effects A long companion in the dark has been shortsighted A gushing firefly light has so much to reflect A child in this generation can only read from books The marvel that a firefly brings Curiosity makes them wonder, a chance to have a look To spark in their eyes, a bare luminescence from its abdomen Out of nowhere, a firefly came surprisingly It fluttered and alerted a child's excitement It flew around emitting signals dashingly Trying to communicate with enchantment The child gloriously welcomed his visit To the extent of catching and keeping him The unexpected showing is something to rivet To see multitude of them is now a child's wildest whim In a few minutes, both have a wonderful time The firefly looked like a fairy in the night The spark that glimmers like tiny lamp is sublime The child named him Jack, as the evening's first light 17 December 2013
Lazy afternoon repast can be found, Resting under a sheltering palm. While troubles melt amongst, Calm serenity. Engulfed this careless castaway, Setting adrift. Mingling surf unto spray, and mist. Welcoming me to mine, Jamaican paradise. Soft breezes carry aloft, high above, Calm tranquility. Waves brush smooth crystal sands, Spreading eternally. Enjoy vacations latitude limitations, Without boundaries. The island rhyme entices capturing, Inner spirit to flight. Imaginations glorious brilliance shines, Exposing a crimson horizon. Forgotten life's stress, It's left miles behind, Here simplicities refuge surrounds. Freedoms song plays, separating realities, Interruptions they aren't aloud. Safe harbor beyond human intervention, Releasing solitude's prisoner. Let God be my judge what happens, Here remains known only unto myself. My heart lies at anchor beside tranquil, Breezes across distant Caribbean Seas. An ideal dreamer setting sail towards, The melting sun. BY CHERYL ANNA DUNN
My love intended for the girl of my dreams, she walks from side to side, not knowing that I walk alone. She is beautiful than any other thing in this simple world, everything around her shakes and trembles as she walks on by without a spare of a passing glance. The wine is drunk the last cigarette smoked, the pain of heartache gone away. It feels good to see her go my way, to take the pain with her away from me, as I sit in the wayward cafe on the river of ashes. A beautiful girl she is mine, but that course of life shall no surpass mine, and my heart beats and takes me away in hope of falling in love. Irony of love and hate, it is similar in many ways, as I sit and think of her. She angers me, but when the vail of anger falls over my eyes, the passion of love enters my mind. Come now, take me away, hold me in your beauty, and love me with your gentle body. Go into the gardens, where the nightingales sing, and sit at the patio's crossway. Watch the artists paint pictures of the garden, watch the writers write about the garden, and watch us go and pick flowers in the garden. The air smooth and wind breeze calms the nerves, the pain of my sorrowed heart is soothed, by her sweet intellegence and beauty. Her eyes, orbs of blazing sunlight, blind me with the beauty of her beauteous face, her lips and skin smooth and pure. She is glorious, My love she is the dream girl, who comes and takes my nightmares away from me. As I sit on the park benches, I light my last cigarette, and reminicse on the days with my love. I close my tired eyes only for a moment, and the moment is gone, my beauty is gone. The tears are all gone, the pain has gone, the feelings of everlasting love are all gone. Where did it all go? Where did my beauty go? Where did my love go? All gone now, all gone now, as I grow old, the feeling of death takes me by surprise. The park bench is cold, the cigarette is burnt out, I am longing for a drink. I lay in a wayward cafe drink a coffee and talk to myself discussing a book of poetry. Looking over to the right I am blinded by beauty once again this time this is no dream. Alas, my dream girl came that appeared in my sunny pleasure dome, who has walked barefoot in the gardens of my mind. She sat with me, I looked at her and we smiled together. We held hands together, and dreamed together, forever and ever. Love everlasting, everything everlasting, cigarettes smoked together. A cloud over our heads in the shape of a heart my love.
YOUR ONLY FRIEND Out of the night she's called for you and raised you from a restless sleep into the life you're going through, into the life you can not keep. She's known by all, her name is Death, you see her, then you realize, she is your very final breath and you have seen it in her eyes. You look again, to clear your head but truth is truth, and now you know, your book is finished, it is read, and now it's time to go. So long you wondered who she was if she would ever be a friend, but now you see the love she does, and it is there beyond your end. She whispers all the things you've done and sings them in her song each rising star, each setting sun, it all played out, but played out wrong. And there is nothing here for you, so welcome her, she is your end, and go to where you must go to to know sweet Death, your only friend. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
From my window, down the Glen I look Amidst forested slopes, a stretch of water lies Seeing it once can leave the viewer hooked I now know why it's hard to bid goodbye Wandering far, limpid blue loch says hello It's sublime beauty seizes my leisure walk Alongside whisky coloured grass that grows Teeming trees, as the scene greets me in flock Candy fluffy clouds, glide above her waters blue Caressing cliffs, shading all for free Bluebells scents satiates my sense so true It's crystalline fluid beckons me to spree Whether one is local, or a holiday tourist The loch freezes the eye so one can't resist . Written by, Olive Eloisa Giullermo & James Fraser
Run into my heart; Run right into my arms. I will never let you go; I am yours forever, please know. You make my soul beat; You bring me back to life. God, thank You for this love; God, thank You for this life.
First of all, it's a big responsibility, especially in a city like Jacksonville, or Philadelphia, or wherever really. So think long and hard before deciding on love. On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security: when you're walking down the street late at night and you have a leash on love ain't no one going to mess with you. Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable. Who knows what love could do in its own defense? Broken glass bottles. On cold winter nights, love is warm. It lies between you and lives and breathes and makes funny noises. Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs. It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy. Love doesn't like being left alone for long. But come home and love is always happy to see you. It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life, but you can never be mad at love for long. Is love good all the time? No! No! Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love. Love makes messes. Love leaves you little surprises here and there. Love needs lots of cleaning up after. Somethimes you just want to get love fixed. Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper and swat love on the nose, not so much to cause pain, just to let love know "Don't you ever do that again!" Sometimes love just wants to go out for a nice long walk. Because love loves exercise. It will run you around the block and leave you panting, breathless. Pull you in different directions at once, or wind itself around and around you until you're all wound up and you cannot move. But love makes you meet people wherever you go. People who have nothing in common but love stop and talk to each other on the street. Throw things away and love will bring them back, again, and again, and again. But most of all, love needs love, lots of it. And in return, love loves you and never stops.
.Hera and Hephaistos. Zeus and hera, King and Queen Over all the Gods that ruled In a fit of passion, one fine day Made child, yet life was cruel Hephaistos was an ugly child All twisted out of shape He walked just like a drunken man Fun of him they'd make. The Goddess Hera felt a shame In having such a child She looked at all his ugliness Her mind going all wild She threw him from the mountain top Into the deep blue sea Yet Thetis took him down with her For nine years there was he. A gifted one he did become A craftsman of renown Forging artefacts of beauty For the sea nymphs there to own His anger at his Mother Hera Was understandable So he did work out his revenge His plan was very cool. He made a golden throne of beauty And sent it to the Goddess Who loved it, so did sit upon it Yet though she tried her best She could not get up from that throne As it gripped her tightly there She looked for someone to release her Couldn't find one anywhere. They sought Hephaistros everywhere To free his Goddess mother And when they caught him he refused He looked at one, the other And told them I want Aphrodite To be my blessed bride Then peace made with his Goddess mother One day he took her side. This day when Zeus was beating her His mother Goddess Hera Hephaistros at his own peril He did stick up for her Zeus, he seized him by the foot And flung him from the heavens Yet soon the two made peace again And then peace it did reign. The moral of this story folk Is to tell you with respect That your children are not there Your glory to reflect A child must seek his own glory Not try to live for you So listen to this story folk And hear it's wisdom true.
Singing around in love; Smiles built from the ground. Holding hands in the dance; Laughing with brothers and sisters, All in His Glorious Name. Throughout His perfectly sculpted land: Look around because this is it; Look around because this is love; Look around and know, understand, comprehend, Rejoice because you are perfect; You are God's beautiful children!
The stones slipped through the great fingertips of God Each ligure staked its existence on the four corners of the universe The quadrivial region began to spin and pull into a sphere And pathways revealed their footholds The fourth ligure bravely landed in the midst of history So that one day the future settlement of the second Would be moved by the last—by the past Suffering much it stayed Manifesting in incandescent words Thrusting evanescence upon the weak Selfless, it's sorrow would move the merriest Would move the unmovable The third lies in the profound valley of mystical guardians Star-recruited, they are the very light above the canvas of gray They embrace the stone—are inspired by the stone The very reflection of their creator was evident Upon their unremitting glimmers Unafraid to stare the others down Motivated and construed by the glower of death Eyes move fixedly beyond the simple vast The second ligure rested upon the shoulders of invisible martyrs The hopeful power it planted on the sufferers was unbelievable For spectators used their disbelief to cover their ever-placed envy They never were part of the battle—they merely watched Always seeing truth But they never quite absorbed Like a rock hitting the water The inevitable fate was to fly and sink The first of the ligures settled in the very reservoir of Satan himself Even the very heart of the devil is marked Though rebellion embarked The cold stone landed upon his naked bosom He despaired not to the pericopal truth the gods had bestowed upon him He merely despised it But wished not to lose it For such a stone to fall upon that dark corner—he felt pride for the gracious wound In truth, there are twelve ligures of stone And four were dispersed, dropped into the universe The last eight the great Eternal wears upon his breastplate And only He can re-move these ligures -July 20, 2013- -For Shadow Himilton's Any Subject Contest- -Thanks for the inspiration-
The thought of her smiling gave me faith From when we were little we bathe My mother and her mother is best friends They both took care of us and gifts they send We pulled each others hair And she was always quick to dare When I smiled at her she knew it was no good She learned to pull me up and she understood I just wanted her attention and that she gave She knew it in her heart love was my slave From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad When some one special leaves her heart I sat by her and never wanted to depart She is the love of my life always She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days So I gave her my heart and love from within And I did not make it thin I stood by her side since I was a child I gave her my support when we were wild She knew who I was and I let her go the distance I did not hate her or give her resistance My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife She new it from the start that we part of each others life
"Love the life you live, Live the life you love." Words to live by, or is that so? The motto for life will be forever unknown. For life is tough and life is ugly Life is rough, never thriving always struggling. Does life have to be this way? The answer is yes. No war has been won without a fight One may disagree, but you know I'm right. Nothing is given, only taken "Life is easy."... You have strongly mistaken. The will to wait will bring success. Only time will lay struggle to rest. Those are words to live by.
Those blessed wetland trails. The sun is shining lazily The sky is azure blue As green leaves dance with the morning breeze The birds be singing too They sing a serenade of bliss And peace is all around As all along these wetland trails Blue lupins can be found. The perfume heavy in the air It speaks of wild geraniums The young ferns looking soft and green And all those tall wild gums Give out a rather pungent scent A smell I've learned to love As parrots screech in blissfull joy In those trees there high above. The lake, she glimmers neath the sun As the ducks give lazy quacks My feet scrape on the sand and gravel As I stroll along this track. Trees all gnarled and and twisted Form a tunnel just for me Oh I could write forever But for now, I'll leave it be.
Beauty is awe-inspiring and praise-invoking the source of eternal joy the essence of truth It's a timeless, ageless wonder inspiring the human soul filling it with a quiet ecstasy that permeates one's inner being with a sense of mystic wonder
Purities sweetest honey melts, as tear drops Of sunshine. Fallen thus upon the meadow of thought And imagination. It yields the tenderest of wild flowers, Delicate bouquets gathered yet grown within The minds of humanity. Golden wheat fields, shining beneath a yellow sun, What a marvelous harvest, to share with thy, Brother's kindred, that of your own idealism and Expressionism. Sweet harmony's music angel's do play, Upon golden yellow harps, a mist heaven's Blue divides above. Inspirational muses are these divine angelic Creatures, gliding upon white powder clouds Of softness. The poets heart hears their melodic Melody, and responds with words deep Felt expression, placing the quail pen, To paper. But ages yellow turns the plant fibers, To mush, and blacks ink fades with time. Yet the memory is past down, and others Word of mouth, shall remember beauty's Once written words. In the honey hive of the human world, Many bees do buzz, seeking the nectar Of the most beautiful rose that grows in The garden of inspiration. But the lone bee touches his uplifted wings To enlightenment's thought, so thus he Himself may create a masterpiece, that Will be remembered forever. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 02-03-2014
Behind the shadows of one of my dark nights, I could always hear your damning scream. So destructive you are and most definitely the principle to my pleasure with this pain. In the still of one of my Moonlit nights, Entire shadows went completely insane. It cursed me until finally I gave in and I came. Standing behind despairing shadows, they seemed so supreme. That beast is much too hollow for the depth I declare to redeem. That beast has such an untimely yet, climatic recognition. And he is much too wicked for my most harsh extremes. All at once these moments brought forth my own conviction. He calls out to me begging me by my God-given Earthly name. My, my how he opens my constricted eyes in an upright direction. To the true nature of a man living in a wondrous cloth so plain! That beast is more than I could've ever dared to imagine him to be. My Dearest God I do say to my one and only admirable Thee, I love that Heavenly King, thy Holy One and no more can I add. His depth I feel even when I am not what I seem. Yet, I hold a masters key to that beauty in the beast. Forever and always, you shall reign an Earthly king so enjoy your feast. Even when the whole wide world thinks that I have gone completely mad, Yet, I am perfectly holding the only hope even when they are all insane. To God Almighty and to you earthly kings, I give to you my right hand delivering priceless love blessed by my name, Because I was the only one through sickness of my own weakness, So now their courage shall bleed with every bit of their gambled pain. I say to you, the beauty in the beast has finally earned his rightful name. Albeit, I also say to you that victory shall forever rise above his reign.
A circle of harmony, symbolizing the Idealism of peace, In this world of troubling times, We do lean against it's inner bars, For comforts sake alone. Let us turn a new page, my friend In history no more black ink, But a greener color a weaved lore wreath, For the dawning of an age of Enlightenment. Can one hear mother natures voice calling, It is time for the Eco revolution to begin, So let us join together and save our world. Let the winds of change blow free, What a better symbol to represent, Than that of peace, waving in open Air, captured in the morning breeze. Flower power's generation has come of age, Dig out those tie-die T-shirts and Let us represent not with voices, But with action. Light the torch of freedom again, It's flame needs new kindling, Stoke it's sacred embers once more, And allow the modern world to Know we are American, the country Illuminating a greener planet. By example shall the United States Stand tall, or fall by natural disaster's After shock. The global unity of the brethren, of Mankind can make a difference, Let our inspiration be our children, The future generation, inheritance Should be something worth the leaving Of it behind. A legacy called pride, on a green planet, Proud of my kindred called humanity, Let our youth hold their heads up high, Not low in shame. Allow the age of peace to stand for Something meaningful, I'll give the sign What about you? BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
Dawn is breaking Willie wagtail in my garden Sings a very special song Telling me the sun is coming Dawn will break soon, won't be long It's dark outside with full moon shining But soon the light will show its face Green parrot makes his bell like music How his song has so much grace Kookaburra, he is laughing Something funny has touched him Could he be laughing at us human's With all our wars and crazy din? Spring is just around the corner And all of nature seems to know As I sit here in the morning My world it has a special glow. Now the world has gone all silent Waiting for the dawn to break Soon the chorus is beginning Singing just for loves own sake All the birds will join the chorus And my heart will start to sing How I love these life soaked mornings Such joy to me they always bring. 25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.
She woke up everyday to the beckoning of death's toll. But decided to embrace life, pulling herself from the darkened hole. With a new brightness in her eyes, she lived life as partially buried gold. Never afraid of the darkness, or what the future may hold. Shimmering beneath the dirt, her beauty shall now unfold. True legacy lies hidden to reign, for a prodigy has risen from bitter cold. One example of grace goes far, farther then any story ever told. With strength that comes from deep within, that's been held from days of old. Among the majority she lived, witnessing atrocities flare. From her soul she would always give, though no one seemed to care. As the bells of sadness began to ring, she would rise above the gloom. Out of darkness and despair she would sing, with a melody that filled the room. The tears that had fallen proved as strength, to her ever-impending light. Onward traveling to any length, for what she believed was right. When darkened paths shimmer, despite the pangs of apathy, through life she will always glimmer, no matter what the tragedy. -Collab with Dan Kearley! You're the best, Dan!
Mid-summer breezes bellow a Whistling tune, Echoing soft melodies freedom's, Playful abandonment. Against sandy shores waves gently, Splashing, Multicolored shells mixing amongst, Pebbles, Rolling'n'turning hear the everlasting, Hush. Gliding torrents dive through rough, Surf, Greedily seagulls screeching, Screaming who was here first. Snappy crabs running to and fro, Tasty morsels at a fleeing feast. Then suddenly captured, dragged by, Watery under toes. Rippling calmness returns at last, Basking in days repast. Day break's glow warms mans soul, And awakens his heart. Yet nay know mortal's eye can deny, Such beauty that lies before him. Tranquility's slumber lie thee down, Gently rock me by the sounds of The sounding sea. Release thus abandonment's spirit, Foam unto spray washes all my, Troubles away. Here at night's curtain fall, While stars above shimmer And shine. Another morning sunrise appears, But quietly I know longer remain. Silence can become a bitter sweet, Thing, Just once more to hear distant Loons calling sorrows cry, But nothing except silences, Response, Answers to me in still calm. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A question of beauty. I watched TV the other day And saw these foolish girls All dressed up in silly gear Their poor minds in a whirl I heard then say, that they had beauty And this caused me to smile Cause all I saw was glamour there Which fools heart does beguile I don't mind much what people say But when they think like this And speak of glamour, call it beauty Well that's not how it is! So soft and wonderful is beauty So pure and oh, so sweet When beauty shines within one's soul How life feels so complete. When seen within a persons soul Pure beauty just shines out And when you've felt it's wondrous touch You'll know what it's about Cause, innocence and purity And a heart so soft and pure That's what beauty's all about With it's wonderful allure. 24 June 2013 @ 2037hrs.
Visual Melodies Fresh evergreens stand beside A crisply clear slow moving brook Reflections of minnows glitter In the midday sun's warm look Bare branches began to don The tiny green leaves of spring Nature's ring of promise encircles The earth with an array of floral bling Exquisite beauty peeks through The smallest opening of vision Rainbow colors expose themselves Inside sky born hues made with precision A willow tree has greened and Tips to weep into the brook Providing a sultry place for the Mallards to create a safe nook All eyes have rested upon a scene A four by four swatch of land Possessing a great beauty from the Multi colored seas to its albacore sands People are gardens of luscious fruits Solely crafted by the master's hand of grace Like precious oil sticks of incense whose aromas Rise, as Heavens Holy fire ignites our spiritual space Burn Bright With His light Carole Cookie Arnold 2011
If one is compelled to stay longer, If one's senses are assailed, If one is driven to suppose its motivation, If one is urged to seek detail, If the palette makes its statements, If each stroke helps one define, If the subject can be seen anew, If one seeks to know the artist's mind, If one sees therein a beauty, If one somehow identifies, If one feels their heart is touched, If one is thankful for their eyes, If one is moved to remember, If one can see it in one's mind, If one is pushed to revisit, If one seeks out more in kind, If the painting is acclaimed or If it's "art" to only one; Then it's a perfect painting, And its work is done.
The birds sing a song On a tree that is very high Music fill the air
High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, I see a black and white checkered kite… floating higher and higher than I, myself… But, I was shoved Into another shelf… High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, 2 birds were flying together in harmony… it made me smile If only…I could fly another mile… If only…I could higher my smile… If only…I could fly higher If only…I could taste ecstasy… people would accuse me as a liar If I experienced the best day of my life… But, I don't wanna live with undying strife… I want peace… Hand it over, please… Hand me the keys So I could experience perpetual peace I took flight like those bird couples… But, I was on an airplane… High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, I wouldn't be greedy for gain… I'm trying to act sane… But, I'm actually insane In many ways…I love my uniqueness… And my stubbornness… and my gladness… And my madness… my imagination goes wild But, I need to put it on a leash…so I could remain mild High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, I'd feel the rain Trickle down my hands…my wet, wrinkly hands High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, No one would understand How awesome and wonderful I've felt that day… Up there… up there…I felt like a king… But, now I lost that memory…I lost my ring To success…but I'm willing to pick up my progress… My pace…is slow like a snail's pace Do you see me crying? Just look at my face… High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, I'm the clouds absorbing tears High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, I'd be willing to release them… but they've been stored up forever it seems And…hell – I have been Shaking with fear… Breaking by the seams High…way up high in the aqua blue sky, I was…….. Daydreaming again… My mind was stuck on cloud 7… Thank heavens That I'm still alive – staring into space Just look at my sopping face… I see no grace…I see only a pathetic face In the mirror……. This little dream of mine Was rather sublime I was a sweet boy, but now I'm sour like lime If I were a bird, I'd fly away from my problems... I'll flutter away Without a care in the world... I want to be happy-go-lucky... But, I'm bound to submit to my Misery.............................
Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose... For my everlasting rose, for my darling Mystic Rose, Charished deep in my heart, for generations to last lifetimes, on this Beautiful gift, we all call Mother Earth. Oh now my dear come now and do not fear, I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand, as we set out in a band, of two lonely hearts that both need to be loved. At first when I came to this desolate Wasteland; I was a lonely heart with poetry that was my art. You were the first to come to me, with a smile and a hug. You read my work, I won your heart and you praised me, looked at me in anew and treated me diffrently than any other. My darling Mystic, Oh how you make me feel; so grand, so new, so happy. As I lay my head to rest I reminisce on your loving words, that spoke such truth to my soul. As you praised me through my heights, and weaped with me through my sorrow, as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul; You were there always to touch my heart and cure me of sorrowed tears. It is impossible to express my love for you, but see me, to feel my love, for you my darling Mystic it tears me apart to not see your face, to hear your voice, only to read your loving words comments on a poem that was written on a page; It tears me apart. Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose, Blooming in every season, at every hour, a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight as the nightingales sing outside your window, I come and show you love and compassion. Let us go, you and I, I take you by your hand and we sail off, two poets writing of beauty both in ink upon a blank piece of paper. To write of love, My compassion for you my beautiful rose, my darlin Mystic. We shall part seas, bloom in gardens of beauty, roses and violets grow tall around us, reminding us of our everlasting friendship. Lilacs and tulups stray long away, to show my love to a stranger, but you are no stranger to me. You are an everlasting rose, which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine, and there you stay, growing in a large and beautiful garden, that is located deep in my heart. Now take me, my darling Mystic your LoveSlayer, and charish this beautiful write Charish it at all times, every hour of the days! In honour of your beauty and inspiration I am a fool in love, intoxicated with your beauty at heart.
I'll keep dancing forever In this wonderful world that I'm in Everything is a beautiful dance I don't know what's coming before me It's a sweet game of wonderful chance So many get caught in the fear game As each day does crush them some more But I'm on a wonderful journey Though I know me not what's in store The end I can see in the future But what is the future I ask The past it has gone like the dust in the wind So, can in the future, one bask?? So I say 'who cares' it's all nothing Just an old boat afloat on the sea As it waits to be broke by the ocean And join in with eternity. So it's all a dance, to my thinking The good parts, the bad parts as well And me I don't know where I'm going Don't believe in no Heaven, nor hell One dances, no thought for the ending And so it's the same with my life I'm going to get into the dancing Through all of my love, joy and strife. 7 July 2013 @ 0712hrs
i can feel it dissipating from every clogged pore on my body never a timeframe more wasted has this dismal nothing taken all of what was left from these ashes i shall be rebuilt only to stare back at that reflection to see nothing more than what i feared my soulless vessel will be ceaseless there is nothing more grotesque more monotonous more beautiful than what you could never take what was never born shall never die. Joseph B. Garcia
~ Heart & Soul ~ It's not just about that one person You can't imagine your life without It's so much more than that It's waking up each morning Knowing you have a family who loves you It's a group of friends Who care about you Not just Some made up version of you It's that feeling you get when you help someone out Or when a dream comes true It can be happy or sad It can lift you up or break you down It can break your heart Or it can heal you Yet one thing is true If you have felt it even once You'll never want to let it go It has so many forms With so many different ways you can feel it Even a day to celebrate it It is a feeling that Is hard to live without Those who have never felt it They are the ones I feel sorry for LOVE A four letter word That says so much Means so much Has such an impact on so many lives It's so important In so many ways A couple just starting out Two people spending the rest of their lives together A family Friends A lifelong dream And so much more A feeling Called Love I prefer to Call ~ Heart & Soul ~ By: Jean Bonella February 14, 2013 Happy Valentines Day! To all my family and friends Thank you, for all the love you give
The Canvas of Night Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos, my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight, I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight, absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight. Stars like sprinkled sugar, lay strewn across the canvas of night, and my being is infused with feelings of hope, for even in darkness I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light. note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.
beautiful sunset incredibly few brush strokes: aha, Spring's haiku Contest: Regina's "Aha Haiku" Date: 7-31-14
(Nonet) Sunday wakes to a pink horizon, new day is a gift wrapped surprise. Miracles await many who with open hearts will believe and receive, with gratitude, blessings of any size. June 16, 2013
Innocents is purity, which evil preys. To endure such beings may leave one in decay. Anger and hate will fill your mind, weakness seeping down your spine. Fear gives in, you can not breathe and can not stand. Darkness overwhelming with the end at hand. A reaper comes to collect your spirit. But on this day you need not fear it. A helping hand he comes to give, he sees purity and light deep with in. Pick yourself up young lad and breathe deep, your life has meaning if you seek. Your mind is poisoned and your heart frail. Stay steadfast your light will prevail. Your conviction is strong, it never falters. Take your pain and build alters. Around your heart to ward off the dark. Your almost there, protect your spark. From the evil that dwells in your mind, Leave it there and don't be blind. Enjoy the beautiful things in life. So you may better understand your strife. For the road to glory is long and treacherous. Do not fear because you are dangerous. Armor thick forged in pain, spear of light leaving blood stains. Do not fear the beast with in, control it and give it name. Listen to the vibrations, now take aim. He is your spear, your love is the light. Protect the innocent and fight. Glory comes, but does not wait. To seek it out is to seek my fate. Innocents cries, evil feeds. A spear of light is what I will be. Piercing the darkness of evil deep, Until glory comes so that I may sleep.
There was a woman I knew once Her beauty was awe inspiring And she wore her pride on her head like a crown She wrapped her confidence around her neck like the fine beads her mother gave In the palm of her heart she kept she kept mine Her body was molded and perfected by the hand of the Creator Solely to deliver His gift of life Her chest was full and her breasts rich with the milk that built nations Her hips were carved and chiseled impeccably to give birth to tomorrow So hypothetically the rising and the setting of the sun were placed in between her hips Swaying from side to side Echoing hypnotically into infinity This dismantled the very fabric of the men who craved to be with her She traded in her beads; she took off her crown and left her confidence out for the hyenas to tear up All for the smooth silky fabric that did not fit her waist The cut of that dress did not flatter her hips Her chest was too full and her breasts were just too big She smiled and laughed but she had no joy They made the dresses smaller even and in to them she had to fit She tried and over centuries she passed down to her daughters that into that dress she had to fit but it didn't happen So what they learned was that she was not enough She was not slim enough, that her hair was not soft enough That her skin was not fair enough, that her feet were not small enough And eventually she felt ugly and that she was not good enough! But one of these daughters realized, that before 'they ' created this size two into which she had fit Her body was already dancing in her Creators mind...in all its glory So she tore that dress to shreds, and with it went the standards of beauty that did not worship her curves She put back her crown; she wrapped her confidence around her neck even tighter and retrieved her beads Her body was not too big for that dress That dress was not worthy of her body Till this day that woman holds in the palm of her heart, mine And this woman I knew Is the woman in you Love yourselves ladies?...in ALL your glory!
It's simple. We make it much more complicated than it is; Just live.
A mustard seed Our savior told a story In his usual way He tried to make folk understand As he did on many a day. He said with voice all soft and calm "What be it like? God's heaven What story can I use today How can I tell you then?" "It be like what happens then When a mustard seed Is planted there beneath the soil It be so small indeed "And yet" he said "once it be planted So large the tree does grow And spreads its branches all around Gives shade where birds can go" Our Lord, he used these stories When he did talk to folk And all that then could understand They gained from words he spoke He told folk naught without these stories Yet to his twelve disciples He explained then everything To them he told it all. 2005
I gaze into the crystal waters Of the lake, the day awakes. A kookaburra laughs so loud, To the silence of the lake. As a stork gives out it's grating call, Two swans in coal black feathers, Come floating past and one can tell, They were meant to be together. I see those pure white wading birds, There's three of them in all, All surrounded by a semicircle Of ducks, it looks real cool. It's like the wading birds be stars, And the ducks their audience Sometimes my rich imagination Comes out with so much nonsense… Then the birds be going crazy They fly off every where I see a falcon circling round Those birds had felt him there The big bird hovered high above And it seemed he ruled the sky. I knew that bird would have his meal, Before much time passed by.
Hooves of aquatic thunder these white steeds Of wonder, slamming against the coral reef As hail storms rage, set us free their voices Softly speak through the seashells littering The sandy beach. Enchantments cursed beast of purity's beauty Trapped within the foam and spray, touching Almost the land then in sorrow's undertow Driven back is this mystical herd of wild Mustangs. Poseidon's sacred water horses, surfing Within the frothy s riptide of mermaid tears, Clashing their silvery horse shoes, against the Rocky edges of the under currents tidal surge These titans of the fathoms deepest depths. Lightening immortals shimmering, bathing Translucent beneath the hued blue waves, The last unicorns beg for release, to run Freedom trails once more, to feel the Mountains breezes of liberation flowing Through their milk white manes again. But silence is the reply from their capturer, Unmoved is his trident of power, sitting on His ivory thrown Poseidon watches these Wonders of myth, and relishes in their Spectacular beauty, vowing never to Set them free, thee belong to me, my Sacred water steeds of the bluest deep. Within the seashells hear them weep, These creatures of the mystical realm, Crying out, release us please, can thrust, Not hear us. Out of the water, to feel mother earth Beneath our silver hooves, we give our Horns of crystal power, or the shimmering Shine that beguiles our under sea father. Out of the water, we'd roam in the wilderness Wild, roll amongst the sandy duns of the desert, Climb the mountain tops heights, and breath The sweet air of freedom within our lungs. Out of the water, for just one single day, We sacrifice all that we are, or were in Mysticism mystical realm, just to be free! Hooves of aquatic thunder these white steeds Of wonder, slamming against the coral reef As hail storms rage, set us free their voices Softly speak through the seashells littering The sandy beach.
On that starry night, as I sat on the open balcony Of my own pigeon home, so cosy I saw, mesmerization, O pure adoration How beautous was this great attraction! A blanket of stardust, a black one full of stars Faced with it, so trivial seemed my scars Life itself seemed so mysterious And so full of grace so imperious! As I watched with wonder, came running down my cheeks Those tears, seeking their way out of their creeks Merciful must be the high Lord None knew why he did create a world so haggard! Somewhere, thought I, must be an abode There, sing the fairies, an eternal ode While switching on and off the blinking lights Of life and death, such must be its sights! On that starry night, living seemed a must A travel from a forgotten place to an unknown one To live simply with the wills of just Shall someday give me the high stature of the great swan! Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
I recite your name in the whispers of the wind for bonded to my heart are you until the end I lifted the chalice drank deeply of its wine I felt of its effects the fullness of divine Like the chords of piano and dulcimers delight your melodies do waft through every thought at night a master plays the chords a violin with strings plays my heart like a harp whose music on it rings Your fingers play me like the stroke of piano keys every touch I enjoy your heart it aims to please you are a symphony whose chords have touched my heart a birth cries transmission of transformation every part Songs like an aria may yet I learn to sing whose vocals resonate the inmost of my being You left no line untouched no strand is mine alone made sure you did I knew would make you me your own Somewhere I lost myself I gave it all to you things I don't understand reasons appear askew I inhale you my breathe to deepest parts within need you to embrace me as close as your own skin We retire together speak 'neath the baleful skies of every trial in life and those who live in lies greet me in the morning curl around me at night sing to me of love songs of futures very bright The wedding of my heart tears away my mind I want to forever hold you for all of time Are not your words a bath that removes the worlds dirt a balm of medicine to heal the deepest hurt Its surpassing sweetness a palate of good taste love so intoxicating no drop will go to waste the adversary's here and tramples the flowers but you oh my beloved too freely roam my hours My life is but a breath an instrument of song music tells the stories of lives and right and wrong The scent of yesterdays the pathways of the past forward now the future into the everlast Proverbs 16 24 Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones. COPYRIGHT © 2013 C. Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
The blue waters, The green trees, The blue skies, The light breeze, The crisp air, The birds sing, The puffed clouds; The awakening.
Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? I am broken as can be. My heart is torn. My tears stain these perfect floors. Why are singing with glee? Why do you not care about my every plea? I am trapped in your arms. I am the hopeless moth. How did you pick me? What is it that you see? A girl untouched by life? A flower blooming in the desert? I have said goodbye to my loving integrity. You took that from me through R-A-P-E.
The world needs You, Lord; We all need You too. Alone, we battle and fall apart, But we live joyful freedom with You: Created anew in Your perfect image; Saved, Loved, Changed, In Your Holy Name! We pray, Amen!
Grass bends and sways, in the early morning breeze The clouds set sail, drifting high above our heads White petals fall, landing softly in their beds Lifting eyes, as we bask beneath the trees .... This is the day, the Lord has made White clouds caress the tallest mountain range Earth possesses the tiny feet of rain Streambeds wash each pebble, 'til they gleam This is the day, the Lord has made A fragrant vagrant petal from the lonely apple tree will rest upon my waiting cheek, and welcome me to sing Afternoon is on the hour, the lilacs open every flower This is the day, the Lord has made Sunlight wants to shimmer between the branches, gray To glimmer golden stairways, between each bough of green I will walk into the garden, and pick a fresh bouquet This is the day, the Lord has made I will shake each fern I come across, for a sprinkle and a shower where meadowlarks have sparkled earth with tender little songs I will bask in the warmth, and drink the sun, and be glad to say I could I will bask within the dusk, and drink in the crimson sky And listen to the whispered breath of a pink and red goodbye This is the day the Lord has made, ... and it was good _________________________________________ Submitted for Verlena's Contest: "This Is The Day The Lord Gave" 1/26/15
In flash points crackling moment of the exhausted, Ecstasy's burnt embers explode, colliding in Raptures afterglow of passions flaming heart. Castaway's silhouettes blaze, against a heated back drop, Of sensuality sizzling, at a boiling temperature left Uncontrolled, the union ignition switch burns red hot. Restrains shackles are sheared tatters of materialistic Fibers, remnants clothing tossed asunder, To abandons shame. Beguiling eyes of desires enamored, seek the Erotic pleasures hidden beneath the nights shroud Of mysteries secret realm, shared by these lunar Disciples of lusts forbidden. Nay let the sun rays be forever banished from the Heaven's themselves, torn apart singing the very stars, Causing them to fall, as diamond shards unto the earth Below. Let the wrath of the god's shake the world by it's Fragile edges, for revenges sake of malice's intent, For the sinful deeds done between these outcasts Of loves intrigue. Raw is kindling's fuel, flesh to the bone, Pleasure to the pain, raining ashes of desire Thus do we burn, fire to the ice factor, I'm a melting burg, turning to steam within His embrace of thermal nuclear heat. The weeping angels of salvation fallen serenade us, Lifting our souls beyond the mortal fleshes returning Point, we are the lost, drifting within each other, The vowed dammed, secret lovers of silences hushed. Abandonment's servants left without prayers mercy, Kneeling at the altar of the passion's hearth, Until the flames embers burn out, And ashes Yule log has no more fuel to ignite. But oh in memories we'll relive that night, Until the universe plunges into the black hole Of the timeless infinite itself. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
An earthly existence A universe beyond my minds, comprehension I die I rise Life lessons reviewed Homeward bound I am not lost, after all! I am a willing participant Serving, the Father, of all creation His son combined, 'producing life' as we know it Representing them, in everything I do I am nothing, without Love! My heart full of faith, loyal service I give Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me Worshipping our Divine Creator's existence Choosing to live, moment to moment Being as one with 'Our Universal Father' No physical permanency My physicality, disappearing My mortality existence, I let go of Death temporary My spirit alive! Relief, Peace 'I am only passing through!' A unique, experience of mortality A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!
Oh this skin of mine So silky and smooth Deep reddish brown Stares it ensues These eyes of mine So deep and so brown Don't stare in them too long Or in love you will drown This hair this hair of mine So curly,black,and fine I am like a rare portrait that no one can confine Do i have a big head I would have to say no Just because some don't like my color Doesn't mean my beauty doesn't grow I will always and forever love me Even if others don't 'Cause guess what Just'cause you don't Don't mean others won't
My tribute to two wonderful guys I know I've said it all before But I must tell you again About a man called John Sherman Maybe I write in vain But I must tell the world about The two guys in my life Who I'll put on a pedestal John and his lovely wife He don't come from religion Nor any beliefs at all He's more like a Psychologist His approach is wonderful To don't claim to be a Guru He's just a humble man Yet he will do most anything To help you if he can. Once I suffered oh, so much With anxiety and fear I hated me, the whole damned world My head was never clear My wife was set to leave me My kids thought me so low All because of a foolish war So lonely I did grow. Then John he showed me just one act And said 'That's it, that's all!' And I just listened to the man Though I am not a fool And now It's four years later And my heart is filled with bliss There's nothing could destroy it That's just the way it is. No more the fear of life is here No more the fear of death No more that awful greyness No more I feel bereft Every day to me right now Is another brand new day As life becomes more beautiful In every kind of way. I know I talk about john a lot, don't want to bore anyone, but what I gained from him was absolutely phenomenal, and my main reason for joining poetry groups was so people might know of him...Peter
"I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it is my gift to you" A Rambling Poet ~ A gift of sublime To create beauty from pen Inspiration all around Emotions beckon Waiting for their release Finding their way through our dreams The subconscious mind A relative mystery Lost words unable to find My masterpieces Echoes of yesterday Dreams of tomorrow, today Beginning anew Confidence reinforced Time to better myself Spread my wings and fly Free to wander and write Creating beauty from pen Dipped in the sublime Wrapped in a fantasy world Fresh with raw emotions Marking who I am Written By: Shannon Deane Written: June 27th, 2011 Contest: Writing In The Sublime
Wisdom from the Tao. A man of wisdom was heard to say Live your life the right way Then life will lead you to its goal Just flow from day to day Walk real easy, watch the flow And dance your way through life Letting everything come in Floating over strife. Row, row, row your boat A song, it once did say And that's the way to live one's life It be the only way. 31 August 2013 @ 1550hrs.
Where Wild Violets Grow Scribbling these verses, caressing your bare back, simple rhymes, flowing from my fingertips. Scribbling verses, sprinkling odes to fragrant promises, your smile lightens the burdens, off my heavy heart. Scribbling verses, soaked in countless kisses, the moonlight waltzing on your skin. Scribbling verses, feeling you, your love never ceases to flow, through the streams of my mind, to a place of our own, where wild violets grow
Beauty is within, Not if your waist line is trim, Exquisiteness is worn, When hearts are pure not draped with thorns, Beauty has much class, It's not control or sarcastic sass, Beauty's developed from true ladies, It's not loose, confused or shady Beauty has a unique presence, Its grace refined, restored with elegance, Captivating all who are fortunate to meet Its truth and love, which is stronger than a heart beat, Beauty overlooks other people's wrongs, Comforts those who aren't as strong, Delighting in others achievements and success, It's not superficial, self-seeking and obsessed, Beauty is a person's unadulterated soul, Completely dressed, renewed and whole, It's not what you see in television ads, Or a magazine model's newest fad, It's the essence of a person's being, Beauty is not defined by what you're seeing, Break away from faulty conditioned views, Realize beauty is something we all can choose, Take a moment to look deep inside, Strip away any vanity, conceit or pride, Watch as you begin to sparkle and gleam, Then true beauty is what will be seen. By; Sabina Nicole written:2-29-12
Bow the great dragons, unto the mighty, Ruler under heaven. The divine master's iron heel, lies upon the Serpents neck. For brilliance illusion a golden throne shines, Blinding those whom refuse to see the truth. The trail leading unto the river of blood, Streaming across a ruined country side. Striking powers scepter against angers, Weakest point his own peoples innocent Beliefs. How did this tyrant usurper create such, Beauty with arrogance strangle hold?? A rampaging tiger tightly grappling, All ends of a concord nation. Tarring it's inner seams until it bleeds, Internally leaving it unable to breathe. Push wide the ancient gates, and behold, The forbidden city of crimson red. Sky pillars an archway, holding seemingly, Up the very heaven's themselves. In awed amazement beneath the great steps Of China towards Beijing's southern most edge. Lies a glittering palace, of opulence greedy design. Honor bound at royal bidding's commend, Living china dolls, porcelain ladies of finest Quality, his majesty's playthings. Green emerald eyes, flash enticing mortals, To venture beyond safety's threshold. Meet certain doom for those whom, Trifled between temptations desire to satisfy, Lusts insatiable thirsts. Or honors sacred trust between master and servant. The lion guards his holy temple ready to strike, With sharp talons drawn. Drinking the blood of his vanquished enemies. But falls unto shame as blackness vail descends Casting his dark soul unto the four winds of Destiny. Even in deaths wake, split by thunder, and Lightning's mighty quake. Doesn't the poised hood cobra lie in wait To protect this his sacred garden, In the land of the rising sun. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
I am a hypocrite and look what I just did: I fell into my darkest pit; now, again, and again. I thought that I was strong enough to live the truths I said; Now I realized I'm much too weak; a fool too ashamed to raise his head. God, please save me, please forgive me, and please give me strength. I love You. I thank You. I am forever changed.
Mistress of sea is she, Draped in foam and sprays, Clarity hues of blue. Seaweed's emerald green eyes, Gazing into the horizon's sunset, Dreaming of loves sweet ambrosia. White sails against the morning mist, As dawns first rays, light up the sky, Bursting with orange, melted by crimson Reds adornment. Black raven tresses, caressed by Abandonment's wind. A restless spirit watches, from Arrangements strategic vantage point, From a far off. Longing to join amongst mortal beings, But she is an aquatic child, born to Dwell in a realm, beneath the ocean Fathoms depths. A Titan's kindred spirit, never to Set foot, or fin upon the earth of Men. A weeping siren, clinging to a Dream illusion, of two Silhouettes dancing in mystical Harmony. Falling in love with each Foot steps movement, As the music plays in melodies Enchantment. But she is the heart of the sea, Beating in a sacred rhythm, A captive prisoner, of her Physical environment. Yet within imagination kingdom, She'll be held spell bound, By a lover's secret desire. To be embraced forever, No longer a creature of water, But a land princess, walking The shores with her prince Charming. 10-6-2013
Time (Based of Hans Zimmer's Time) Down the day, great heroes spent and spilt An eternity of flight and fight and courage. I hear them singing- but only for a moment. Must I open my eyes? My oh so heavy eyes The needed breath of light washes out my outer dirt, but still remain the frightened faces, like scars wrapped around my mad mind- it shrieks for a fleeting escape to calm lands unknown, serenity calls. But the glory plays on much like hope never dies and I will march on with soaring strength to no match for victory is behind me with the dark and demons And left for me only, is light and freedom Reason rarely runs, but as I steady stride the victor's way, away my thoughts slip. Like fantasy's fledgling my reality is true not, surreal to some, fake to most, but headstrong I stare into life Is there something I have missed, lost along the weary way? For gaps and holes break the focus of my mind and my gilded history feels ever far behind Tears supplant my missing memories unfound. And my steps tick on, though each second is too long So why does a smile find my face now? The journey isn't yet complete, and somehow I know I have met my fate, and at last I can go. written April 27, 2014 Be sure to check out Hans Zimmer's composition here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z0kGAz6HYM8
I the stained glass panel Impeccable by craftful hand Adorned with the color of rainbow Stand tall but unviewed You my dear are like the sunlight rays The starlight's twinkle Yes You are like the moonlight beams You shine through my hue Prisming my heart's colors to illumination Touching off Opalescent glass seen by all For my soul now engulfed by thy beauty Made perfect with thy light Viewed by all
Morning stars so bright A gift from so far away That moment is gone
I can laugh all night Until sunrise That might sound childish I can act foolish But I deserve To be treated right I'm proud of myself For preserving my My child innocence I can be naïve But I'd rather Use my childlike brains I have a grand gift Of uplifting The distraught spirits I can be mature But who cares...I'm Happy-go-lucky
The rolling hills so green and tender Mountains on high i will always remember Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind All of the beauty so easy to find This is England,the country i live The country i would die for,the country i love The fields the forest the mountain stream The hills the dales the lakes agleam Scent of summer so strong on the breeze My land of beauty thats so hard to leave This is England the country i adore Home of truth,faith,hope much more And if the time comes then leave it i shall To a foreign country an unknown land Where the thoughts of England will always remain In Gods own country ,Gods domain
The pores of the skin Are simply the doors To the beauty within.
She's got a perfect smile her body an hour glass A beautiful girl in a beautiful sundress And perhaps it's just the dress that gives her that right the right of perfection to my imperfect sight A kind of beauty she doesn't try to show a kind of beauty I will never know Silly to dream of what I'll never be of a dress that will never look that good on me But why can't I wear that dress? That summer came with it a personal promise 3 seasons and 60 pounds at last I am the beautiful girl In the beautiful sundress by: Nicole Hawkins written for The Sundress contest*
"Resting" It is as if the world stood still A moment froze in time No sound of water rippling through a stream For peace possess my mind I lay alone, my time to rest A cloud beneath my head My thoughts my dreams Of pleasant things My life is at its best It is as if the world stood still Of a time only I could know As I have laid in a bed of peace Like sand upon the shore Escape the scorns of worldly test My eyes are gently closed As the scent of roses fills the air My worries are no more………I rest
rest, black, velvet wings. . . your flight was long and turbulent your heart is raging in blue fires of hell quench your spirit, oh lost one and whiff the fragrance that I now offer broken heaviness threatens to tear you release it all and weep, sweet angel you have watched for oh so long, dear one it is time that you won the world itself rages war over another your cry is muffled in the sorrows and screams of other atrocities and sinful endeavors the pain screams to devour your purity your vigilance has become as a dry sponge absorbing all moist negativity all tears of forlorn gravity and angst don't fall fearing you lack humility you are the very strongest of all willing to face the trials they suffer rest along the begloomed clouds let your delicate chin sink into the cushions I will keep watch as you rest, beautiful guardian my eyes are blackened with the darkness of humanity but they know all is not lost we are among a dying earth an earth with so much potential still can be saved do not fear you will see the end before a beginning is established! do not fear darkness after the light! prevailing still is the desire to stay alive the power of will will be enough for sustainability the power of self-sacrifice and self-awareness will save the creation seek the future at hand, beautiful guardian rest in thought and body, knowing all will be okay everything will be okay and now, beautiful guardian, it is time to rest
Don't want to dwell On what doesn't go well Sometimes you see yourself move one step forward And soon, you find yourself take two steps backward Life moves that way when you dwell On what in your life doesn't go well. Clouds have gathered in the sky Ready to show their game of might Some will decide to stay home today Others will visit someone alone to bring a ray. Don't want to dwell on the rain For any day, someone needs you to come their way. Don't want to dwell on the heat When in other parts of the land, folks face fear Perhaps their crop has been destroyed by flood Others live in places that are under winter frost Don't want to dwell on the sun too hot When there are those who suffer great loss. Don't want to dwell on the thorns Of the rose, but the beauty of her crown It will then receive the proper care That will only enhance the beauty of her ware Dwell on the things that make you do well Dwell on what in your life goes well. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 08.24.10
Cave Dweller. Once there lived a little man A dwarf yet smaller still Who lived within a little cave All cold and darkness filled He'd lived there such a long, long time And knew he nothing more That there was nothing better he was sure. Then this maiden fair and beautiful She ventured in his cave. Her eyes were blue like crystal gems For her most men would crave. When the little man discovered her With the candle in her hand He saw a nymph so beautiful and grand The maiden told that lonely man About the beauty of the world She spoke about the wings of a butterfly All Gossamer unfurled And she spoke of lush green meadows And the flowers by and by That lady spoke, her tone so very wise. But that dwarf when she had finished Sadly sighed and shook his head For the thought of leaving his snug cage Did feel his heart with dread And he told that lady wistfully That her fine land was not for he For he was born to live this misery. Socrares Dec 8 2003.
It is there to which is the beauty in all. That of the heart to which we live and crave life. It is that of an exotic heart to which we love in life. That with a beauty of the skies as we hold that someone of special inside. As it is that of a blessing to have that to which comes from inside. It is that with a heat of passion as I have found myself to love one of passion. It is that of the soul I fly as I soar that of the higher lands. It's there my erotic passion is as I think of us in play above a cloud. Yes' that of a land of free with rivers running abroad. With that of beauty to behold as it is a land of bright. Filled with that of great joy and love, knowing that you are here to love. That in you I have found that of a greater love and that's my hearts in love. It comes with that of an exotic love as you make my heart feel that of love. Feel that of a land of free as it soars above that of the highest seas. Yes' that of a mountain top rise because it is there the sea once lye. But in my heart I have found that of a higher rise and knowing of you and the love from inside. As it is that of my erotic heart I hunt, is that of a fulfillment I feel as I feel you here next to me. In my heart but laid deep in the soul for it is there you roam as I feel that of a passion and that is to which is my exotic heart in passion. Feeling that of you here with me and both our hearts in an exotic passion, with that of a love of high. Because I would love you from the deepest of the inside as I would always feel that of an erotic move. As it is you that has made my heart in an exotic move.
The silk like blossoms That bloom in the night time air It captures moonlight
I, alone, Have felt this pain That you have been hiding from me... Stinging me with abhorrence...like acid rain That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness I, alone, Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address I, alone, Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems Bringing me down...dragging me down In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams WHY do the sun not shine on me? I, alone, Can't bear my affliction ...all alone... This solitude will always hover around me... The reason is still unknown My mind is blown... I'm surprised how much I've grown I, daily, Wish and pray for a brilliant future For you...Remember, friend of mine - To shine with confidence like the sun REMEMBER, friend of mine: You are never alone no matter what I, alone, Have experienced and felt your suffering... You and I Have to work together And help each other along the way - Are you willing to accept my offering?
Your treasure house oh Father is filled with many gem priceless stones and gold and silver found within men costly and refined cut to beauty rich and rare they will form your church founded on Jesus loving care A peaceful and mild spirit are ones that you seek those who hunger for righteousness pure in heart and meek those knowing your instruction their spirits must be filled who mourn and for your sake like prophets have been killed The gift you give where holy spirit lives for a creation new what you mold has been foretold your children character hew all will abide where you reside your will within a few they will not falter but to the alter life's sacrifice so true You have washed them clean and bright removed their darkness and it's night they live their lives with your Law in sight to do your will and please you do delight Each precious gem it's clarity no inclusion or flaw must reflect the Light so clear and fulfill all your law how could one hope to please and God be Loving True if he hates his brother and what's harmful continue There is beauty in the Truth the heart can never miss facets crystal clear and bright the sight cannot resist God has raised from living stone children of Abraham from every nation upon the earth with Jesus take their stand Their life is the Truth to nothing else will submit for all of mans pleasure himself to benefit you have formed them from the day they were born unto the Truth and Love their lives must conform And you oh Father are their glass of wine to have been grafted in upon the Vine Divine you have given the taste upon the bread of Truth like every child you have fed them from their youth sources Isaiah 54 Matt. chptr 5 ICor.3:10-15 Galatians 1:10 IITim 2:19-21 IIPet. 2:4-5 Apocalypse 21:10-27 COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
"No." She whispered before drowning into her sorrows. Her life had been a simple happy one. There were no pains and no troubles. Life was life and people were people. Life was simple. and life was all about tomorrows. Life didn't know about sorrows. Her sorrows. Those same sorrows that she drowned in never existed. They were never there, but where? First to be sad in the naive town of joy. Sorrow became contagious and what was known as happiness no longer was there. It was non-exististent. A meager thought and a blessed memory. She tried and tried. She failed and failed. Life was no longer hers. For Pain was her only possession. Her curse. She lived and she died. Yet, her legacy was passed on. Never was it gone. "No." She whispered before drowning in her sorrows, "Save them."
I had the best Spring Break yet! Spending time with Family makes me happy!
A single red rose blossoms alone, Shedding it's petals one by one. Springs winds softly blow, A teasing fragrance with, It's delicate bouquet. Loves romantic essence floats, Amongst warmth's embrace. Lightly tripping, spirits dancing, Mingling uninhibited, freedoms Carefree beings shine. Liberation's grand celebration, Captures, Flights brilliance, as their wings, Spread wide. Twilight's bells ring out, under Heavens glorious display. Simplicities gentleness, sweeps across My thoughts, allowing imagination, To flow undisturbed. The unconscious mind releases, Earth bound creatures. Admiration dreamers lift, Towards heights grace, Forever journeying. Touching infinities universal Cosmos. Motions poetry written at splendors, Tender mercy. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
A storm collides, with a mystic flame, It's raw force strikes, the last ancient Phoenix, She rival's in pains agony, falling to the earth below. The fire bird descends, crashing unto Mount Olympus, From burnt ashes residue, a new deity arises, Behold it is she, Athena the golden goddess. The blaze of hail's fire, burns through her finger tips, Thunder bolts strike, in aggressions anger, Wisdom's strategist, in the art of war. None compare to this battle hardened warrior, Patron saint of the gods, a heavy metal protectress, She is the iron clad maiden, guardian of the Grecian world. A shimmering silver shield of lightening, Blinds in a flash oppositions foe, Weildiing the double edge blade of justice, Her righteous might vs. evil's dark force. Doesn't the earth itself shake utterly, At her mere appearance. Blow the ivory tusken horn, oh mighty Nikey, Beloved symbol for victory, to vanquish thy adversary. Sitting on the left shoulder of Athena, as the clash Begins in Olympia, leave no Titan alive or unmangled. Through the haze's fog, a golden chariot appears, Pulled by Hades twelve black Stallions, breathing Hell's fire, with crimson eyes piercing the nights Dark abyss. Thus she is the master of this devils herd, a Golden Goddess Athena, striking fear in the Hearts of the foreign invaders. In the Greek pantheon, her valor is celebrated, And she is victorious on the behest of the gods. Pay homages respect to her, Athenian's, for she is, The Grecian image to courage and strength. Beware this golden goddesses glare, it is the rising Of the storm to come. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
God, as I close my eyes and pray to You, I ask You for an important thing to do: Please, let my daughter grow up strong; Let her be safe and away from wrong; Let her laugh, let her play, and let her run; Let her find her moments in the sun; Let her know joy and be filled with glee; Let her see the pride that abounds in me; Let her know You and answer Your call; Let her not from Your graces fall; Let her grow in love and peace; Let her zest for life never cease; Let her beauty shine inside and out; Let her discover what life is all about; Let her find love and share in its desire; Let her have children to share and admire; Let her find happiness in all that's around; Let her laughter be her one true sound; Let her serve well with all her charms; Let her seek comfort in Your caring arms; Let her find beauty in all that life offers; Let her be blessed with overfilled coffers; Let her grow old in a very graceful manner; Let her children carry on the family banner; Let her life be an example of Your true love; And let her fly away on the wings of a dove. For "Collaborating In the clouds....." contest sponsored by Poet ~ Destroyer. Written By: George Aul
Canadian Sally with red ribbon strings tightening an apron fit to the seams. Canadian Sally with jet-black hair bound in a hat of bright red beams. Canadian Sally with pockets of fortunes sowing them out to us all. Canadian Sally of sombre spirit; patience like that of a doll. Canadian Sally a twilight bust who's wreath circles 'round like an aura. Canadian Sally from love and joy who spreads it around like a flora.
The gracious woman is hated She is not overrated but such a natural one Morals and values dictated Through her trials and tribulations her smiles stun Family and friends created Stay optimistic throughout the long run The woman is so courageous A strong heart is number one She seems to be contagious Her relationships are always undone Her worthiness is outrageous To find another is dreadful To lose her is regretful A woman of this caliber is so special
Such reverence I have such reverence for life I love the mystery Of walking by a lake that glitters Or when full moon's floats on sea I love to hear the song birds sing Just around the break of dawn And I love to feel that solitude On those dark, dark early morns. I love to feel that silence come When the day has just begun I love to see those wondrous hues Then sight the morning sun Then there's that silence even deeper As the day begins to fade Oh when I am within this space I'm like a new born babe. I love to hear the thunder roar And see the blessed sky Fill with wild and jagged light It makes me want to cry And laugh, and sing, and dance a jig As the rain from dark sky falls Tis then I really understand I understand it all. 23 February 2014 @ 1632hrs.
Dark as the night goddess, she is an ebony princess, Blackest beauty whom sheds layers textures, as veils Cast upon the breath of the night winds. She the temptress enchantress, passion's desire burns Within, these emerald eyes of seductions flame. Fallen have men, and gods into shadow, faded by Thus empress of the dark arts Magi. Woven spells of intrigue entice the innocent, To play deadly games of the lost, ending paradise Illusions, but oh how they dream still, within The realm of her kingdom. Beware those of fragile soul, the black maiden's waltz It is a singular pulse, beating at the heart of darkness, Alive spiritual being, is she known as black. The sun fell in love, with the first rays of the dawn, Forlorn she cried unto the moon eclipse, and so he did Comfort her, shielding thus within his embrace. The child was given forth from their union, Is she, black. Royalties clinging robes, cover thus all in twilight's Faded hour, beauties most fair, inhales all light, By shades quilting blanket, with the woven stars Lain ever so gently amongst the heavens themselves. Here she sits on golden throne, that orbits the universal Immortals, casting dreams enchantments in a mystical, Plan known only to her majesty, black. Throw passions rose petal unto her temple pools, Pray thee young lovers for blessings approval, To thus goddess, the keeper of loves devotional Faith. In the ivory bricked temple of black, desires Lustful heart of men, so is judged by the queen Of enchantments, thy guardian of the dammed. Oh beware the whitest rose left alone, May be red at mornings first rays of light, Or torn to shreds, leaving only a stem behind, This goddess of silent fate, holds the answers, And she only speaks in whispers by night., In her world of illusions, black after all Is the dreaming goddess. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
This question drives me up and down the walls I know for certain that God has answered my calls I can't hang up on Him…He's so brilliant And I'm so little compared to Him… Maybe I'm little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High He gives me quite a natural high He brings me back home and kisses me good night Without His love, I'd be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd I feel like I'm separated to God As if God and I are on both sides of the coin… Our oceans don't collide with each other, But He does make huge tidal waves… And I make baby waves that swerve up and down Like a wave's movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds Though, unfortunately, I've only been dreaming this Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore's weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor I can't imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well Trillions and trillions of them are in existence It's amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide And we breathe in oxygen… God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well God saw my distress and He healed me When I think about Him, I'm speechless and can't say much He's made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement I haven't given Him the credit of working miracles in my life… But, I don't want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him He made the sunset, the moon and stars Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see… He made the change of seasons God saw my distress and healed me God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles God healed me…and I'm simply glad He did so God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He's in high spirits to see me grow ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence's song: Never Go Back ~ God inspired me to write this poem…
BACKSTREETS OF PARIS - MONSIEUR L'VAMPYRE One spring and sunny day I set my sight behind my darkened lenses, feigning night, so I might stroll in my own way and see what's life in light of day, my thread put to my back, I travelled light; when Paris comes to all its greenery, there's not a sight that means so much to me as flowers holding to the hair of Mademoiselles out ev'rywhere, and laughing children, that's how life should be. The beat of Paris leads a steady pace and if you stop, you're holding up the race there's not enough time in a day to walk all of Champs Elysees and so you miss the smile of ev'ry face. But there are places few would care to go with streets so narrow, darkness is the glow, where yesterday's not in the past, but here and now, and here to last, with cobble stones laid many years ago; a world of silence, far from natures care, a place of echoes, snapping here to there; the signs of life flow past your feet and to the Seine, just down the street, but leaves its scent, it's with you ev'rywhere. This is a time, more than a place to be, the soul of Paris few can ever see, the very secrets of her heart, where light of Paris had its start, and left here for the very likes of me. You hear her whisper in the mid of day, or you might hear a concertina play, but all that's Paris surely lies right here for you before your eyes, and it's the dream Parisians want to stay. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Heart pounding Nervous feeling Overwhelming Deep breath to shake it Cold chill slivers down fast Beating against cage of heart Cage of body Cage of soul Legs begging to run Heart aching to be free Truth to self aching to be seen Sweet scent of dry savannah plains Sharp smell of thorny veins The aroma of Africa surrounds Scents sights sounds In these home is found Frustration mounts Captured leopard Bound Snarling at every motion made Scared but defiant Blinded by fear and rage Paws long for endless journeys On paths walked centuries ago For elegance in element A space all her own Where earth still bleeds red on horizon Morning and night Continuing the endless fight Fight for borderless freedom Everlasting sight The pale yellow green eyes Dismays the truth inside But tell the story Of wild soul Story to unfold
When walking a path that you wish to take A memory of love that never was a mistake Holding hands with the most of caring person Gave a virtue of different emotions and lesson Now you share and grow to care for another And you have created a family with no other It shows through generations that you have virtue Of whom you shared your love and faith in is true The image of both of you comes to make a new A new creation of a reflection of you
Dawns Tenderness Wind chimes singing in the breeze They serenade gay dancing trees As fountain burbles sweet and clear A melody I love to hear A croaking frog joins in with zest It's dawn, the time that I love best. The breeze it brushes tender skin As life's sweet symphony begins To seep softly into my soul Awakener, it be the role Of dawn to whisper joyfully The song of mother's mystery. I sit alone, not wanting aught Forgetting things that I've been taught With no ambitions touching me Just this, that's all, oh just to be Is all I ever want, that's all To live right now, Its beautiful! Two Pink parrots fly in the sky My heart starts singing, don't know why As sleepy sun peers from a hill The magic silence, oh so still It fills my soul with tenderness As I melt into dawns sweet caress
Turn the wheel *******he sea... Push aside the misery... The abominable agony... Endure this hardship...with me Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea Don't make it hard for me To determine the waters We are the same kind If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny - To dwell with me in tranquility We will try to share our responsibilities... Take turns and share our possibilities... How have you been? Sorry we have shut our ears To your deafening cries I'm turning the wheel for you You're losing energy...be still - why are you so blue? I'll shut out the feeling of anguish You'll get what you wish We will start anew We will start on a fresh start We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true We'll brew away the sadness I'm determined to eliminate The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave... Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave! Don't worry - we'll get rid of The limited happiness And make our heart pump with merriness Don't be a magnet of depression stress You'll experience a wonderful opportunity So you may feel at one with Our world full of possibilities And eliminate those cruel, wretched words That tore apart our responsibilities... Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities... That brought us back together We'll be hiking These somewhat difficult hardships together
Galah Tree I heard the squawking screeching, shrieking Oh, the sound was deafening Looked up in that Banksia tree So much joy to me did bring Those pink and grey birds Scattered there Amidst the branches everywhere. It's morning time they've come for feeding Ain't no seed upon their, trays As they perch among the green leaves They shriek and scream and screech away. I see me there the sight of beauty All those pinks amidst the leaves It was the way the sun was shining Oh, such a picture it did weave. I fill the seed trays up with tucker I love me so these little guys They come into my garden daily I watch them feed it makes me wise. Watching me, the song of nature Taking photos writing poems This be what my life's about now Oh, how such beauty keeps me glowing..
Look outside. Can't you see? Not one thing has the same side, so why are you trying to lose your identity? I know it's hard, it always is. Just look for your card, it's better than this. Stop being her. You will never be identical. Just be who you were, before you lose it all. Now, you may not like yourself, but we change that. You just have to look at yourself, and admit to yourself, you're not that.
Love floats by, reaching, tantalising, meandering, tip-toeing past pain, leaping through walls, weakening the barricades, of the most private heart. Love settles in, trusting, searching, dissolving, quietly beyond anguish, erasing the desolation, soothing a battered spirit, enveloping the shivering soul. Love stays, it is true, love endures, as do you
Oh Great Woman of all Nature Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth Your beauty has kissed my lips with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies The golden, moon bathed Sands that are gently caressed by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above to delicately soothe and blend with tears that flow from the broken hearted Your moist, emerald green hills filled with enchanting, lovely flowers of every elegant shade and hue I have beheld the splendid beauty… of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs of iridescent greens and golds that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor of your enchanting, golden harvest moon as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image so deep within my mind All your violet-blue endless horizons Your smoky, gray mountains so grand in the rose blue cool light of dawn Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew I pay Ode' to you Great Mother Nature for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin that hangs brilliant and dazzling... in your glorious skies of cerulean blue
Human tastes vary and so are the desperate cravings to capture the best in human ambition, A more desperate thirst for fame, riches and for power can be a low, vulgar bitter taste, I admire the spirit of the man who sees richer recompense as a sign of alleviated misery, And I see goodness in smiles and enlightened hearts of happy people that enjoy their life, Men who enjoy what's free in life, the softness a beauty of a June night and warm breezes, The calm clear loveliness of a dark sky where moon beams shine and an evening star glows, Acknowledging wonder as the smallest sounds of the night, owl's hooting, crickets singing, Enjoying the night time smell where different breezes unlock, the sweetest secret essences, It could be the leafy aroma of the trees or the scents of many wild lovely forest flowers, A man who knows the price of a wives 'I love you' when he comes home from his daily work, A man who knows the value of money and would rather his name valued in poor mans prayers, There are two choices in this world, greed or contentment but they do not go hand in hand, So we see these choices as two garments spread out for your selection, which do you choose, One is tattered slops of your own righteousness for ambition, to waste life chasing money, Or be happy and live in a world that you can enjoy and afford, no one banging on your door, Choosing between the two seem to be very simple and even a child would tell which one it is, The fact is most grown men would choose the road to ambition and riches and all its burdens, To these men a brilliant morning sunshine means nothing, a morning mist on a lake is wasted. To rush through life chasing gold, not hearing curlews in far off moors, is the poor man, The rich see joy on a beautiful day listening to quails piping from green corn in twilight, To feel a flush of happiness along margins of a beach, waves break in flame at your feet, To hear strokes of an oar, somewhere in the dim obscure and list, wild cries of the tern, A plover that never sleeps soundly, sweeps past and plunges onward, until gone from sight, The man who understands real treasures in life, remembers happy times, into his last days, Greedy men remember too late when old and grey, reflecting through an ocean of wet tears, These musing men spring forward forgetting poetry of the ocean and a new mornings sunrise, Then let them go from beauty, the understanding of beauty is wasted, the poor man is rich.
This moment seems so wonderful Just a few short days of rain Then grass that grows beneath my feet Be velvet green again The dry, hot days have waved 'good bye' Lord breeze be cool and fresh As dancing trees that line the lake They sing with happiness. In the sky, there forms a herd of clouds As the trees caress the day The sound of raucous Ravens heard Echo from skies so grey As nature tames the wild in me I walk these lakeside trails With nothing reaching out to me But sweet, eternal now. So wonderful, so beautiful As seasons come and go The breath of nature shows the way And with it's restless glow It shows me circles, only circles And breathes into my soul And with it's breath of mystery It makes me feel so whole.
Dim not the spirits light take pride in the way we walk. Horizons are a colorful site without ever a thought.
Getting ready for Passover to shed us might For joyous future The significance Of God's holiday is way More vital than us
My eyes Witness your departure My eyes Are dripping with hopelessness… My eyes start to blur… Melancholy put me under pressure… Is there a cure to my disease? You don't see The shards of hope that once brought us back together Just let me search for safety I'm strong enough to realize that I'm no longer The weakest prey out there… And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks? I'm close to my demise…save me and take me home Nourish me…and be my beloved friend Will this friendship last forever? Hopefully it has no end Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other? Because of you…I feel the need to run I keep an eye on you – I worry that you'll hurt yourself again Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone I don't wanna be caught off guard again Because of you…EYE can't picture a solution for our vexing dilemma Because of you…eye can't focus on my long-term goal And I'm left in my solitude… Do you sense that I'm giving in to failure? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…I can't endure The hardships that you place upon me… Could you boost up my confidence to overcome My atrocious anxiety? I'm just waiting for some sun To keep me in good hands… To strengthen me with perseverance … I'm just waiting until His son Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us… His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – Vibrant with glee Your undying sympathy dawns upon us I'm overflowing with indescribable joy You're a candle in the night… We meet eye to eye… What a sight…what a precious sight
In mythology Neptune is male. But in astrology she represents unconditional love. which to me is a feminine thing. Neptune, Mystic Lady. Neptune, sweetest mystic maid They call you yang! Yet can't they see? That you, you be the mystic Mother, You symbol purest mystery. Ruling Pisces with your beauty, Two fishes swim, the one each way You point each soul unto each journey "The Tao! Yes you be the way. "Poets, musicians gather round me" That's what Neptune seems to say. Her way be easier via Pisces, Yet you may get there any way. But don't you fight her, or confusion Might drive you to insanity. Or drugs, or booze may beckon to you, Young Neptune well she must be free. Neptune says "Come on, disolve now, Find out, you be the ocean too, Each wave it be its own creation, Of something that be ever new" Oh Neptune "love with no conditions" You be each souls own destiny, You be the all, filled bold with beauty, Oh, Neptune, maid of mystery.
Luna flower spread open scented blossom In response to the full moon's soft yellow glow So much designed like a Sand Dollar Amazing the resemblence even with first sight Humming Bird Moths drawn to the glowing white The irresistable beauty and appealing scent Ten were buzzing, humming drinking nectar From white beauty by only moonlight Ants were working even at night Drawn to the goodness that will leave at dawn Preparing a storehouse of goodness for winter So that the species can survive to rule summer picnics That scented sticky nectar must be delicious Tasting like a very rich clover honey So sweet that just a tiny amount sweetens So many slices of simple bread Amazing the blessings to enjoy from simplicity The simplest things in life sometimes give goodness That wealth can't provide Sometimes wealth has gardens but not enjoyed
You and I. You. Your heart blazed, with a warmth of spirit, soothing, alluring, soaked in truth. Your smile burned, branding me permanently, gentle, tender, enveloping my being. Your love was complete, from the depths of your soul, unsaid, yet fierce, bathed in silent knowing. Your dreams were poetic, fluttering in the afternoon breeze, infused with the distilled essence of rhyme. I. I squandered your generosity of spirit. I vainly discarded your priceless poems. Now I stand, alone, empty, desolate, wasting away, rotting inside, day by day.
Peace The chaos is shedding Piece Of happiness is floating Cease The madness..chaos is concealing Peace Comes from the Lord - To Him who mends us all... To Him who forgives all of our sins And downfalls And answers everyone's calls
Even then though—you ask how! How can she not return the hatred! But we humans cannot think so beyond To even dare comprehend the mystery sentiments she possesses Surrounding her are twelve unattainable senses That we only know from a single mind's imagination Like space she is enigma And she will wander there without any question Her senses are twelve sojourners that never tire Watching with melodious eyes Some see darkness and some see light And none are ever affected by the garish dark Or even the furious bright Only Time can tell What the multiple futures hold But she is patient and silent Speaking for all of our burning minds Anger often burns our sides For we do not want her silent comfort Her hints seer us and overbear us Were it be truth we would see it as deceit Were it deceit we would at last find her a flaw We want everything now And for that we suffer And she is confused by our abhorrence But she is intelligent, brave and belligerent And she cuts no slack She will give none back But in forwardness she is abundantly generous Feeding us futures of hope Her thanksgiving is art to those at death's door Those that make it in the uncertainty of night's long abode Some think her cruel to have them live on But she had no choice in the matter She is merely a vigilante And in that vision—a humble giver Time sees the rulers of this world And smiles as she sees them go May you not think her cruel to smile To think that she thinks us inferior For it isn't so! Time is on our side But we are ever against her Ever against her 8/5/13 (note: This was meant to be one full poem, but I could not fit it on one page. Thank you kindly for reading)
Time Flies... When in great conversation, perhaps of one day ruling the nation. Time Flies... As one daydreams of colourful beauty within a carnation. Time Flies... While you enjoy playing fetch with your pet dalmatian. Time Flies... On the Islands delighted by a week for two vacation... Time Flies... As you constantly gaze into a elaborate illustration... Time Flies... When one has a unique brilliant maybe genius creation... Time Flies... While one is blindly involved in lives temptation... So get pleasure from ones daily agendas, Live life with No Regrets, Take delight throughout ones journey, Relax and explore the essence and beauty of life, As Time Flies....
A land of ice and snow, a picture perfect postcard, It is here I walk alone, lost in thought, of glories utter Amazement surrounding me. Draped across the pine branches of evergreen, frozen white Lace glistens, in the December sun. Raw wilderness lain exposed, on a canvas of bare natural beauty. Freedom's unexplored world, lies outstretched before me, In this my wintery wonderland. Crisp is the wind, blowing against my skin, it sends An icy chill downwards, but I notice not. I'm a dreamer set adrift, engulfed by a poets Yearning, to put words of inspiration, onto an empty page. Heavy steps, crunch the layers texture beneath, nay I'll remain still, soaking in this forest portrait. Before these eyes, I'm unable to grasp everything, There is to be seen, but ti's a spiritual moment, Of reflection, in clarity's vision. The mountains breath, is a thin chilling mist, A fine thin halo, placed upon rocky peaks majesty, by the God's themselves, a majestic crowning of divine design. Covenanting these exteriors hardened edge, It gives a taste of harsh flavor, to this natural Paradise left undiscovered. The blue hews of the sky, are Chris-crossed by The northern lights, aroura's multifcolored rainbows, Dancing in the Alaskan horizon. An echoing peace lives here, a quite tranquility, Humanity has forgotten for progress. It is a magicial essecces of soilitude, that Speaks to ones inner being, a purity in the Meaning of exsistence. Within my little cabin, I'll rest, beside the fire side, Warming these aching bones. But the mind remains alive and alert, sparked by A higher powers kindling, a flame, egnited with imagination, In this my wintery wonderland. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
In the hills of Crystal haven. In the hills of crystal Haven Roams a lady of real beauty Who wanders with the wolves In liberty. She has left the town of Brookville To seek what Can't be found Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees, She had met this wise old hermit Poorly washed and all bedraggled And he had told her what could not be known As she listened like still waters In that space that feels like velvet And now that mystic lady she must roam. So she wanders all the hillsides As she listens to the silence And she talks to her good friends the forest folk. While meanwhile all the townsfolk They just laugh and call her crazy As they point at her, and treat her as a joke. For none have heard that whisper That murmurs silence softly As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul Drawing forth the butterfly That flies one to the mystic And with a soothing flutter makes one whole. Dec 9 2003
I stand, alone. Scratching for my truths, peeling away the veneer, I stand, alone, before this impregnable cliff so sheer. Cocooned in my solitary shell, wrenching a smile from a tear, I stand, alone, a little odd, and definitely quite queer. I stand, alone.
The peace within Such peace it lies within so deep The beast within be fast asleep The breath of love it just pours out Oh my, what is this all about? The bird song chatter echo's deeply As heart takes over mind completely And silver silence sings to me As I be here, alone I be. The finger's pointing out the way Behind the moon, the warm sun rays Reflect through her the breath of love As stars shine brightly high above!!! The sun be hiding from the day As stormy skies below, they lay I see as flowers open wide The space where pristine love abides. I sit here in this garden chair Senses sharp and so aware As the day cries out "Wake up you fool Eyes open wide, it's beautiful!!!!!"
Him fountain of eternal joy from Where life is renewed, Ageing and life to be drained out, exit From the world is nigh, When suddenly comes a call from him Above, who regulates The flow of life through cycles of many Births and deaths, to stop. Suddenly sounds the drum from sky for the Second act of play, Life really awakens, drooping life Joyfully responds to the call; The wintry night desolate soon turns Into a joyous spring day, Undoing death, His rhythm and dance Rejuvenates life force. The flow of life from star to star Follows the rhythm of his dance, Freed from the confinement of matters Th'Earth finds salvation; With multitudinous fruits and grains and Flowers of myriad hues Her baskets of seasons are filled to the Till and brim and all. Thus she attains the fulfillment at the Touch of his dancing feet, The flow of life gushes up from death Following incessantly The pattern of his rhythm and dance, to the Tune of his golden flute; In the tornado of this violent dance, All that is withered falls. The triumphal arch of life is erected Midst the joyful tunes, And the journey of this spring meanders Towards the fountain again. This poem was originally written in Bengali Language by Rabeendranath Tagore. Its Bengali Title was Udbodhan. It was then translated into English by Mr. Rabeendranath Choudhury who expressed his wish that somebody from some other generation may attempt the rest so that all the English-speaking people may enjoy India's Pride. And here it is, slightly edited and recast in the true poetic form by P.S. Remesh Chandran, Editor, Sahyadri Books & Bloom Books, Trivandrum. Read more about our views on poetry and about our various poetry editorial services, kindly visit http://poetryeditservice.blogspot.in/
Crazy how when one problem is solved, Another one arises, When one thing is lost, we find another one, When we give up someone else moves up, When we think its the end of the road, the journey has just began. Crazy how when one stops hurting, worry wants to take over, When we are down and crushed to dust, freedom calls, wanting to sweep you away like the wind. Crazy how when i cry, I realize am normal, I have emotions and tears. Funny how When my life is out of control, When am broken and hurt, Scared, thinking that this crazy world, Is going to bring me down, i find a reason to smile I realize AM ALIVE NOT DEAD.
I stand gazing across the vast plains of Africa Plains empty of man-made monsters, Filled only with God's beauty and grace The stillness of the beauty fulfills me I inhale deeply filling my lungs with the pure air-The air is sweet and refreshing, The smell of life, brought only by the heavenly rain on our African soil I watch the sun take its place, casting away the clouds As the dark clouds tumble away, the sky is filled with the beautiful spectrum of light, My eyes feast on the mesmorising colours of the rainbow-This is the symbol Of God's promise to Africa As I gaze at this colourful ghost of life I realize The true pot of gold of this rainbow is Africa. I kneel on the soil, running it through my fingers, Each grain like a diamond and me the diamond digger I close my eyes feeling the warm breeze blow through my hair It carries the messages of all the creatures Telling stories of the battles of the plains, Those conquered, those lost and those still to come It is the breeze of life, the life force that fills every living creature, connecting us all as one As I shout out to the heavens the land is filled with my voice, Echoing like the deep thunder of the skies I hear the calls of birds across the plains, a vast network of communication I see a herd of antelope running and leaping through this maze of beauty I start to run, sprinting until I no longer can I stare into the face of the African sun as it bleeds to death, painting a red smile Across the glowing orange sky Until, darkness The night sky is illuminated with Africa's sparkling jewels, The great kings of our past, watching over us and Guarding our blessed lands I lay back and close my eyes The silence of the plains is a symphony to my ears, Every individual blade of grass creating its own unique sound to the choir of Africa, Singing the songs of angels, Calling us home
I pray to God that it will be a brighter day; I want his warmth to clothe me day after day Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts and push away the clouds… I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay True to my unaccomplished goals everyday Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace… I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality I'll be loving you forever… for you're the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night I'll take a moment just to ponder… About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might our love is wholesome and so much more… our love will grow on forevermore… our love is real and it's a great deal… our love is beyond measure and it's totally real… Our Love is oh so surreal You melt my anguish away… Our love can heal a broken heart You cherish me in the month of May You blow away winter's dismay I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset… Hopefully it doesn't result in forfeits Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset, I'm drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets I'll make sure to embrace competition… for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds I'll take a moment to pursue my ambition... Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds With you…your heart isn't pumping with vile frauds Every single second spent with you… Makes my spirit soar anew... I never experienced such surreal love Our love flourishes rapidly from up above I'm sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*
"EVERY SEASON"' NATURE HAS A WAY OF CHANGE, EVERYTHING'S PRECISE, GOING WITH THE FLOW OF PROGRESS, PART OF SIMPLE LIFE. TIME TO BE BORN, TIME TO GROW, TIME TO LIVE AND PASS, TIME TO VENTURE IN LIFE'S JOURNEYS, HOPING THEY WILL LAST. NATURE DANCES BY SUN, RAIN, STORMS, AND WINDS OF CHANGE, CAUSING SHADOWS TO APPEAR, AND VAGUE SILHOUETTES WE ARRANGE. ELEMENTS OF LIFE FOR US PERVADE, OUR THOUGHTS DEEPEN IN THE NIGHT, SPECIAL SOULS GRACE OUR WORLD, OF WHICH MANY REMAIN AS BRIGHT. Nature has a way of change, everything is precise……………………..EVERY SEASON. "EVERY SEASON" BY: Tom C (2014, All rights reserved)
Might I ask about what the moon means to you? It means the world revolves in a transcending path with a satellite. Why does the moon shine in the midnight sky? It shines because it is a guide between the world of the dead and the living. So does the moon fill the air with hope? The moon itself is hope for people. Why does the moon pull us in with such soul searching? It is because we feel that the moon is part of our every day life. Children who asks these questions; I have strive to tell them some truth, And for the adults out there I created a little Moon lite poem to sooth. So the moon is our light in the darkest hour of the night With romance in the air that is so bright We all hold hands once in a moonlit walk And with such passion we would talk The moon gives us our pull on each others heart With a dinner that we take part The ritual of wooing ones heart is a great feeling of love The moon is always there to shine right above In time we think we are blinded by the moon But to tell you the truth it reflects the sun light during midnight noon It gives out a warmth in the darkness We probably do not think of it less Because the moon is our memories of our past It shows it everyday and night and always last April 13, 2013
Turn the wheel Out of curiosity I'll be generous...you'll receive Something special...something to make you whole Though the trials you must run through Are a great struggle that can easily Pull you down And I want to erase your frown You will feel way better about yourself Just trust me...take my hand... I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time Just for your own liking We'll be hiking Those somewhat difficult hardships Together for eternity We'll spend time in the future Together in unity *******he sea...Let's flee and be free! LOOK how nice you look! Trample those insufferable nuisances That dare put you down To the sea floor I'll push them to the core! Feel free to walk the Road of Recovery
When I first met you you were so cute that my brain just couldn't compute so I went mute As I stared in awe Wanting to know you Noticing that the reason my heart ached was because of you A girl much more than a pretty face I never wanted to make love out of lust but then I realized that it was in you I trust So I must change to show you this isn't simply a fascination
Oh how can one capture Your beauty on paper Without you evaporating Off as it is your nature The stars are your jewels The moon is your crest Everyone drools As if blessed Your silence is serenity That whisper to my thoughts An overwhelming beauty That ties my stomach up in knots How humble I am sound A beauty incomparable With a radiance so profound Your absence is unbearable
Butterflies Are Free To Fly (Written by Josie Parrelli) Sunlight shines through the window pane I look and see my butterfly The one that was wounded not so long ago The beauty of your ray of colours Your sunshine, your love, your beauty Your eternal vibrancy emerging through Through hurt you hid away A muted wing a stunted speech You hid your light away Afraid to fly Looking at the bloom entow Wanting to be that butterfly you have always meant to be You drew your curtains thinking you weren't deserving of this This life of goodness I knew you would come back To emerge and reach out when you where free When you felt ready to fly Butterflies Are Free To Fly Flying high in the sky like a phoenix rising Never hiding your eternal beauty away Knowing it's safe to look outside your home I knew you would land we're you've always meant to be I've always seen it I've loved you so long Life is different when you see things through the pure eyes The pure heart The one of sincerity As you put one foot in front of the other, retracing your steps Learning to fly again You see the sunshine, you see the love, you see the truth Your wing has healed, your heart emerged, your confidence soaring You've removed the curtain The wing has healed Your speech strong and concise Speaking in a voice that will always be heard and never abandoned again © Josie Parrelli 2011
Misty morn in Nornalup In Nornalup It's a cool old winter's day The mist it rises from the river In a grand mysterious way A grass tree nestles in the center Of two old spindly trees As Dawn it seems so very still No sign of any breeze. Across the river The mist hides tall green trees As dead trees they stand out like ghosts And what my eyes do see Is mystery, pure mystery As all alone am I In these early morning hours As the night begins to die A Pelican floats by And in his silent form I feel something so magical As deep within is born A song of life, sweet mystic life As tears flow from my eyes Tears of joy, and happiness As the morning passes by. 8 May 2014 @ 0710hrs.
I was born on a snowy day not cold at all in my parents' embrace as love surrounded me. I walked in the spring with a bit of chill but warmed by the beauty burgeoning as trees dress in green, the air fragranced filled. I walked in the summer with the sun in my eyes Tear filled by the joy of nature as I walked with you by my side. I walked in the fall with great wisdom for all that I learned, the value that I know what remains is the love I feel and own. And the cold gave me the strength to endure learning to stay warm inside And the beauty of youth gave me the dreams that I could fly Through summer's heat and thunder storms I learned that love is what makes it all worthwhile And in the Autumn I felt no fear For God had carried me all the while. By CarolineCecile Copyright 12/01/11
Time off from the chaotic rhythm of the office Exhausted from a long day's work Never mind, for tomorrow is a chance to peep In the blue haze of early morning Another day, another chance Of a wishful thinking of the seventh heaven That a Godsend may soon fall to earth in drops To break the silence of the morning I need the rain to accompany me And lull me into a deep therapeutic easiness Unbosoming the thoughts of turning back time Between playful stomping and dancing on water puddles The cloud drifted on to reveal a blinding cloudburst The first sign of a light drizzle gave hope Therefore, I looked upward to the gossamer layers of clouds As railing rains trickle down my face I opened my parched lips and closed my eyes to kiss the rain 23 February 2013
I thank your dearly god for all the days You've shown us beauty in so many ways The crimson sun against the smoky sky The speckles of villages from mountains high When everything is covered with a film of dust Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust September's trees in warm attire all flush As they cover their bareness in quite a rush The fires that creep over the hills at night A pretty red rope is all that's in sight So much awe in the wake of destruction As all your creatures struggle to function Under October's sun bearing down Upon the ground completely brown The rivers trickle to an absolute nil As all the land becomes deathly still Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there Survival a must we can hardly bear But the trees remind us it again soon will rain As in faith their green leaves refutably remain As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet The parched earth eagerly waits to greet The large drops of manna falling at its feet And we all breath a large sigh of relief As with the waters gift, gone is the grief Thank you god for all we go through When we can't really see what's true Time in its circle such a complex thing We know healing u always will bring So much beauty does abound That faith can always be found.
Its there I want to feel your curves drip in wetness. To feel your chills turn cold as I drive you up the wall. I want taste your pleasure with my tongue as I run wild. Wild through your valleys I can hear the waterfall run. Drip,drip your juices flow from deep within.. The heat unbareable but a pleasure none the less. It's winter time but I'm sweating like summer is here. As you find me at play up and down your bodies sensation. My lips you feel tugging your emotion as they gently kiss your curves. The spots I hit you've never known this before. As I find everyone that puts you in a twitch and a awh of the moment. The peaks are hard as snow cap mountains in a winter blizzard. Our bodies skin to skin all wrapped in loves pleasures. The moment we share be of great spirit and soul devine. But the love we play through our emotion only to find. To find that we both most want and that is to be near and loved. But to be stripped and done in a way none other has ever know. But to pleasure you through and through as I kiss you softly. I just want to explode in the excitement of two in love. But feel you next to me naked and both us sweating as the fan blows through.
Bodyweight !.. I constantly gain.. Diet Regime ..gone in vain... My body- totally out of shape.. Gymnasium is a total waste! Huge shoes and clothes size-jumbo, They tease me"Fatty Little Bumbo". They say I'm fat and call me a ball, Or they say I am huge wall. Elephant, Hippo , they call me animal names, All these words put me to total shame.. Hydrogen balloon , I am to some, Hurting comments..yet I keep mum.. With tears rolling down my chubby cheeks.. Lonely and dejected I sit on the beach.. "Yes I'm Fat!", I scream aloud.. "Yet I'm happy and very proud!" Confidence rises with my self esteem, Happy and joyful, now I seem, To all hurting comments, with a "Thank you" I smile Leaving commenters surprised for a while.. Slowly though, one day they ask.. "Don't you feel like taking us to task ?" "We hurt you and call out names to you.. And you only respond with a polite Thank you?" To Them I say "Yes!, I'm fat.. So you tell me how to solve that ? All diet and efforts have gone in vain.. Does that mean I live in shame ?" "Comments from you , the beautiful! Are compliments for me -the ugly fat Bull!" My words make them feel terrible.. For ridiculing me they feel miserable.. Soon, towards me their attitudes change.. "Lady!! You are very beautiful! " together they claim "Your inner beauty triumphs over our appearance.. Fat is Ugly..is our wrong inference.." "Ultimate beauty !..is the beauty within... That matters more..than being thin.". Then they say "You are a gorgeous little beauty".. And I wink" A gorgeous little fatty"!!
up on the hill where you can just about see heaven thats where a spirit goes when it's concious is guilty of sin the spirit rests till it's own will can see all things that were are and will ever be if I wait till the dawn rises the reflection will stare straight twords the soul untill God's will is there up twords the sunlight follows the brilliant suns glare back from the heavens with all new flare where there is an opalesence look to the new moon follow it's shadows in a monthly gracefull swoon peacefullness in it's patterns a place away from the suns doom Carry me there away from here resting in it's shadows here in my souls cocoon
Perfection's reserved for God, we mortals must deal with less. And beauty's more than you see, it lives in souls others bless. Flattery fuels conceit, with a perfusion of lies. For passion's prerequisites, aren't meant to recruit the wise. Feelings of loneliness are held hostage within the heart. And reality is harsh, crushing dreams before they start. Yet life is imbued with hope, and each soul's a cherished gem. For who can presume to see, with only eyes to guide them? If you believe in yourself, anxieties will soon cease. And feeling more confidant, your happiness will increase.
A Beautiful Flower If one could be a beautiful flower How would they spend their day Would they blossom in the adulation That many others may send its way Would its spirit nourish the hearts Of those who are blessed to see The color of it's very lovely soul And its wonderful endearing vibrancy Or would it shun the light that comes From the brilliance of a new Sun Shying away from its special gift To make a day better for someone For though it may seem its true beauty Quickly vanishes over a very short time I find true value in its enchanting embrace I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.
Looking at me Deep in me I feel a soft whisper It seems to be beckoning me I glimpse it, but it don't ever linger It just gives me these glimpses endlessly Yet always I know that it be with me I have known it since that time eternity And I know I'll keep on looking Forever, and forever For that sweet little whisper of me There is nothing can be said about it Every explanation will be wrong Cause words they have no power to convey it Though often it is felt within a song I know that I'll be doing it forever I'll always be looking at me I don't need to ask the questions Just have to look, that's all Keep asking 'Am I her so endlessly. I'm looking, I'm looking, hey, I'm looking There is no way to stop this carry on It seems that I'll be looking Looking, looking, looking It's the only way to bid the fear 'be gone!' I swear to you I cannot understand it And yet this fact don't bother me at all I just keep looking like a mad man I don't care If, I'm wise or just a fool 'Am I here, am I here' I keep on saying And always with this question I will be I'm going to look, and look, and keep looking Every day you'll find me looking at me. Another dedication to John Sherman..
I'm So Very Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for!
Be Here Now. Now I've known fear my whole damned life And I've seen worry, and I've seen strife. 'Been afraid of living and afraid of dying 'Been reading lots and I've been lying. Acting like I know the story; The fall to Hell, and the rise to glory. But now I know, that I know naught And I know that Truth, it can't be taught. But sometimes I do come upon Some wise man who may sing his song In such a way, I see the truth. I see it clear, don't need no proof. With eyes like oceans, mystic orbs! He'll look in me and I'm absorbed. And his words come out, so all in tune Just fingers pointing at the moon. These guys they speak of a mystic state. When I hear them, I don't hesitate To believe each word that comes through them As each they say the same again. "Be here now! my friends" they say "It's the only time there is" And the truth of this be in those eyes And their faces filled with bliss… 2003.
A spark of life Fire in my belly Giving what I have Serving you Honouring, who I truly am Loving you, in return
Aye, Spanish Needles, far from native shore We the Diaspora exult to meet Though our station, not what we dreamt of yore Is battered by grimy dust and slimed sleet Aye, Spanish Needles, still unbowed you stand A dazzling prince in a far foreign land. Dreaming gold reposed on ivory stars Where evening's chill draws near the weary night Shining still despite dusty mannered cars Aloof in their suburban hedge from blight I see you huddled in mass fore my eyes Aching through El Dorado's balmy sighs Extreme doubt supposed in old poet's tale Of woodland springs and love's certain patience Your hardy forms admit a desert gale Thrashing grim your tropic resilience, Beside beaten edges, and brackish yards Still hold time's beauty against fate's crude cards. Aye, Spanish Needles, resident aliens From another shore, what long age brought you From the ocean's salt milk, and fresh grievance To stake your claim to Conquistadors' clue This Florida had breast to fountain new youth? Will you now tell islands this empty truth? Juan Ponce De Leon took back nothing too Except the joy of the great river here But I have seen gold softened by silk dew On regal petals protesting time's wear And I have kept better company than Ribault, Jackson, or the old Cowford clan. Aye, Spanish Needles, brother of the earth With me, dare my heart now its hope to green Like you from this rustic place telling mirth In golden gold and whitest white yet seen Something in your character is changed here Something common is now a beauty rare. It is the mettle of our birth for each pain To mirth, and wear love's beauty like the stars Singing redemption songs with tears for rain And count for medals our battles bright scars Aye, Spanish Needles, bright golden and white My heart like a ship rejoice you hold the light. Beside the beaten edge in full abandon There prolific in your numbers, a car Of rubbery resilience, in my
God created woman Just as God created man However I think woman are the most precious Let me help you understand A woman bares fruit that a man cannot produce Just a man has has certain tools, which some women are desperate to put to use Women are different, sensual and soft inside The exterior isn't always that way Look hard enough & her simplicity you may find Yes we are complicated and at times hard to read We are strong and slick at the mouth Some of us full of lust and greed Yes that sounded blunt However my words blunt and true You know some of these descriptions somehow express the woman in you Long hair, Short hair and some straight bald Different shapes and sizes Different explicit names we are called A woman I am, And Women I love To my appeal, there's nothing like a woman's touch The softness of her lips Like the Silk of my sheets The beauty of her presence The innocence that glows while she sleeps The curves of her shape i see clearly through a tinted screen A woman's Ora is like a drug So I guess most men are considered feigns. They say its a mans world Which is quite comical to me Because without women in this world A man cant even succeed We are the back bone We are the foundation Women are a blessing A blessing with complications I love my gender And trust when I say they love me Two women powered together With that only Glory I foresee Look at us women The world is blessed to have us Believe me when I say There's nothing like a woman's touch
Your true beauty lies right underneath the surface Written By Dean Masciarelli November 10, 2010 (4:22am) Your true beauty lies right underneath the surface And it cannot be seen by most Except for your friends and your loved ones who are truly close Yet your outer beauty may only be temporary Embrace it with passion and enjoy it while it lasts Because it will fade away quickly But no matter how old you get try to remember that your inner beauty will always shine through Because your true beauty lies right underneath the surface
The super artist With each, sweet, precious moment There's a different kind of show As I sit and watch these Tingle trees How they glisten, how they glow! Soft branches dance on cooling breeze Beyond the river shore Reflecting colours on the rivers sheen As it sparkles more and more. Am I standing here in Heaven? What be this wondrous bliss? That comes from all this beauty? I'm mesmerized by this As the sun shines on those Tingle trees And I watch this picture show A feeling soft and beautiful Within my heart does glow. There has to be some power In the heavens up above Who keeps this sun a shining He's an artist filled with love He has those special powers To fill each soul with bliss As his colours fill the Universe When he the World does kiss. 26 July 2013 @ 1322hrs. Written for the 'Beauty contest'
RAMBLING ROSE Struggling towards the light amongst the weeds and cast-off junk it's survival a minor miracle in these deprived surroundings the solitary rose bends and twists to find a place to flourish from where did it come? Who planted the seed? does it matter? for it is seen, noticed and admired for its drive to exist amongst a landscape of broken, discarded and unwanted debris it blooms a thing of rare beauty a testament to determination and courage bringing hope, joy, happiness and much needed inspiration so, yes it matters © DilysBrown Ocotber 2013
The world is a perplexing place So much beauty and so much evil all tied into one I started having fun when I was way too young I've walked down both sides of the tracks The adrenaline rush was like smoking crack Being naive and carefree I thought I was living the ideal life By the time I was fifteen I had experienced it all Sometimes I managed to pull myself up However temptation was too great, despite knowing the toll I felt like I had lost my soul I didn't realize I was just being used and abused I used to think I was being cool, but now I realize I was surrounded by a bunch of dumb ass fools People I thought were my friends all did me wrong in the end I put my trust into the wrong hands and then one day reality struck I found myself stuck I learned the hard way I literally found myself fighting for my life and ended up being taught the strength The strength I had within myself all of these days I refuse to live in fear That's when I decided to change my ways I was forced to grow up way to young My life had been like one disastrous play I took back control in every plausible way I could no longer kick and scream For I was done living in this catastrophic dream It was my fight to fight and it was all up to me There are no magic pills, no quick fixes Only I could choose to remain a victim I get upset if anyone takes pity, even though a few years were extremely gritty I found my inner strength on my own, even when the stress makes me feel like I am about to drown Like a erasing the scarlet letter I shall no longer where that frown I chose to let myself be free Knowing I am the only one who holds the key The key to unlock and release myself from the pain Now everyday is like a surprise I see the world through a fresh pair of eyes I take advantage of that as much as I can I try to look for the beauty and pureness everywhere I turn I would not let myself be tainted from the past Life passes by so fast Forget the scary things I have done, for in a moment you can be gone Take that leap of faith and wear a smile upon your face
You do not know what I see I see you crying next to me I see your pain, I see your tears Through your laughs, and through the years Past your mask I see your face You are hiding in this place Trust in me, I won't let you fall You don't have to hide at all Open up what's in your heart That is the place I will start Open up your eyes and see All that's left is you and me In the end you'll see the light Come on, I don't want to fight Together we will make it through Come on. Now, It's me and you Now you can start to feel How much this love is true and real behind your eyes you keep your pain It's all locked up in your brain Come on. Now, just let it out It's okay to scream and shout I will help you through and through I will always be with you
There's a special place not to far - you know A special place where we all can go A place where dreams run as free as our mind A place where we stop the happiest of times To live our fullest at being who we are To share and listen in each others beliefs of who we are. To be happy being who we are In a land of Christmas dreams Is a special place for you and me Somewhere to go and always see How truly life can really be Listen to our loved ones how we want to be heard Understanding completely with out stating a word Where giving is a pleasure with a hug and a kiss Open minds and hearts and feelings as this In a land of Christmas dreams In a land of Christmas dreams Is a special place for you and me Somewhere to go and always see How truly life can really be For this beauty of freedom and dreams Every night stares at you in your sleep This giving and caring is special indeed This giving and caring is shared between you and me Expressing our gracious love for our friends and family Always supporting our love and devotion Being there for each other through times thick and thin Always to return strong in message of the truth within In this land of Christmas dreams All of it's beauty of freedom sings Every night sings to you in your sleep This giving and caring is special indeed For this giving and caring of Christmas dreams Is all behind the spirit of you and of me.
If this is how it's supposed to be, Then, baby, I can't wait! If this is just a taste, Maturing will be great!
Down on the waterfront, with a fine view of the bay, Through autumn's first of many leafs bathing Barnegat Bay on far-descended glory See where the shivering sea-gulls go and play in year drops All is a compliment to receive before those hungry lovers. The ocean, blue by the depth water on-coming winter And, driven by drifting winds off-shore a visitor smiled in front of this magnificence, To find a pretty grace from God's beginning. The eye-filling day is full from the introductory clouds of flesh and yellow leaf She will fall more and from the off-shore sea-gulls keep playing, and without A sound they narrow in circle everywhere and a visitor must write a last Note from his stay: a welcome-song on the grain of sand because more Leafs will fall… More sea-gulls will fly and play, and, driven from this unspotted Site, a visitor will kiss the sun and not spoil the natural work within him. There is a trinity of consecrated laughers in such spectacle to whom We poets dream and through light and show of autumn how picturesque New Jersey Glowing underneath the sitting sun.
Have you seen, lake Joondalup In Yellagonga there? Oh what a lovely place she be There's wild life everywhere It be a precious wonderland Of trees and birds and flowers It's a place that be so beautiful All filled with natures power Frogs, they croak, and insects sing And the birds in all their glory They sing from trees all bent and gnarled Such a blessed song it be As breeze it plays it's melody And trees dance gracefully To leave the mind without a doubt That there be a deity I walk these trails most every day As I'm stunned by the sweet power Of everything that's beautiful Every tree and every flower And bird, and beast and tiny insect Do tell a wondrous story Of life among these wetland spaces All filled with precious glory
All I will say is how I did my best ever day to say you are my love Before I go to bed and before I wake up I pray above Cluing you with the best of my affections that I hope you see Did you know that everyday I look at you my day is pleasant and that is the key Everyone that knows me knows that you are the one for me Friends and family love you as much as I expect to be Going forward with all my heart I give you my love unexpectedly Holding your hand while walking and whispering to your ear I love unconditionally In my heart I expect in return is a smile of faith Just when we look into each others eyes in love we bathe Kindly we speak to each other with passion Life we have together we love our every hug and kisses in occasions
A Chipped Heart... Dreaming, my heart brittle as glass, my solitary facade a pitiful farce, shards tearing out of my skin, seeking release, from cages within, I am lost, in the dream, bellowing out a silent scream, torn from reality, drowning in the now, yet I refuse, I refuse to succumb, I refuse to bow. My chipped heart, may be wounded, wreathed in pain, still, I believe, love, truth, belonging, will take my hand, again...
The Sieve of Time Cast ashore, along the banks of time, whirling through the passing years, clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme, Cast ashore, thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime, clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends, lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime. Cast ashore, hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time, trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories, caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime. Cast ashore, flung aside for no discernible crime, my human heart thuds with elusive hope, though battered, bruised, and covered in grime, I stagger ashore, alone, embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.
This town was the place we used to call our haven You don't remember which road we've driven on The stars were shining against your cherished soul You're a part of my belongings You're ascending above the ground The peace is still like hidden treasure – it's bound to be found I believe in you…I put my faith in you After the miracles you've performed You don't agree with what you truly are The sky is grieving You jump from puddle to puddle You're struggling to meet your destiny Even if your body is saturated in sweat You must keep your head above the sea Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around I could tell you've been stressing out But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free We'll flee together…despite the unwholesome weather The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we'll rise like the sun Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around You'd rather be drifting away and never be seen again I wanna change your mind and erase your frown Take your mind off of the distressful past Let loose your strain on me Hey! I know you're stronger than you realize You're not a failure – don't be disheartened Don't worry…you and I will earn our future prize This mess will clear up in a moment Just stay by my side and never depart From the light… I promise that we'll endure till the end Just stay nearby and our hope won't tear apart We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight Let's take action and snatch our glory before our time is up Follow me and I'll lead you to divine haven Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future It's tempting to just give up and turn around You've been trying to keep a steady pace But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me Let loose your stress on me… Don't be under pressure Let me handle your anxiety… Reach towards our divine haven Do you need a helping hand? I wish you a carefree Future
If I had the wings of an eagle I would soar to the heights of the sky, To look down on the beauty of life itself And the marvels of creation from on high. I can imagine all that our Creator does see As He watches from heaven above, Every creature, every thing that He has made, Every beauty, each thing how he must love. If I had the wings of an eagle I would soar to the heights of the sky, To look down on the beauty of life itself And the marvels of creation from on high. Can you imagine what it would feel like To soar through the clouds way up above, To kiss the edge of Heaven itself, And feel the touch of God's own love. Oh, if I had the wings of an eagle How I could feel so free from earth beneath. To soar to the very heights of the sky, And enjoy the quiet of the clouds soaring by. If I had the wings of an eagle I would soar to the heights of the sky, To look down on the beauty of life itself And the marvels of creation from on high.
The unusual fragrance looms above my room, Its owner not yet known, Its purpose still a mystery I assume Sweeter than any other fragrance I ever own, Its mood is ataraxia, Cold soothing scent, texture so smooth, Like dying in a peaceful euthanasia, I have it trapped in a booth, Smells like angels on a spring break, Dancing gloriously in the water fall, With a rattling feeling like an earth quake, Its particles bouncing from wall to wall, Clogged in my mind is a fog of disconcert, As I battle my feeling to a perfect stranger, The feeling of unrest causes discomfort, As the unusual fragrance puts my heart in danger,
written 9th June 2013 See the sight of a full moon in the dark of night if done just right, it's a magical sight Watch, as the sun descend's off the edge of the earth it's flame's extinguish, as if by the ocean's thirst Look deep, into the sky at night you'll be "surprised by your delight All of the heavens glory will return again, the next morning So send a wish, upon your favourite star you'll never guess that your wish, went so far So at the end of every busy daylight breathe in the gift, of heaven's blissful night I guarantee, it'll help you sleep peaceful and right well, into his new mornings delight
My heart is beating with upbeat delight You astound me…in every shape and form My spirit is dancing with unbreakable might You surprise me…when you take my hand And pull me outtah my jail-like dorm And He dismisses me from my solitude… My eyes are glistening with bliss… And I'm far from my demise… Only to find that there's no need to feel helpless Why do you spoil me rotten with your fatherly affection? Just protect me from any harm Let me make my own decisions… To see the results in the long run You prize me as if I'm cherished like your carefree child You don't understand – I'm TOO foolish and wild I haven't even reached to full maturity But how eye hope to see myself grow and be set free From the world's mayhem Is there a solution to this problem? And I'm left with no answer… My eyes are eager to see…another bright day And the night is coming to haunt me… I find myself slowly disappearing from sight… When will God give me a purpose to fight? When will He feed me His awesome might? Just support me…especially during my downfalls Please answer my calls! And I'm left to venture off into His path… Eye can't escape my terrible nightmares Consider my calls of acceptance…my grief weighs a ton Let me pour forth my tears – Do me a favor and cast away my fears Steer me away from disorder and confusion Eye can see you're making great progress You're heading towards a brighter, superb future… My eyes No longer witness oblivion My eyes Looks beyond the earthly pain… bEyOnD the affliction I spot a rope in the distance. . . . . Push aside the waves…and let me Grab it this instant! God feeds me His love…and treats me Like a newborn infant! Eye see my Father with brand-new eyes I feel rare content And I feel hardly any resentment Eye cherish that REMARKABLE moment
in the congress of Love only Loving is the Truth and that's the Beauty of beholding with a realEYEsed look that dares to see that Truth like Beauty is relativity -- so, look 'n look 'n really see with eyes the heart has seared with fire, that passionate insanity on the sharp edge of desire where the fool and saint are one and the same as players in the play of this duality game -- promulgate your Truth as if a wave on the Sea where waves all gather but disagree yet often move from deepest blue as if they were both me 'n you such are these terms of endearment made merry with sounds that alliterate 'n show the tender moments Lovers know
Today I hit the wetland trails Today I hit the wetland trails I've not done this for a while It's not the same as the older days When I used to walk for miles My body's getting older now I'm easing off a bit And yet these wetlands filled with life I love them, I admit. Whilst walking I got kind of high The clouds were in the sky As the rain was teeming down I heard the ravens cry As two of them flew over head Giving out their lonely calls There's something about these big black birds That be so beautiful. Then I saw a flock of swallows About a hundred strong They were not singing tenderly I heard no kind of song But my, those birds, they seemed to dance They whirled and twirled around And put my mind into a trance As I trod the grassy ground. I walked for just an hour or two As that rain, it soaked the earth Oh. Walking through these wetland trails Is a thing of so much worth Then I went home to write some poems To celebrate my day And let the day just do its thing As I went on my way. 15 August 2013 @ 1350hrs.
I'm hoping for my dreams to become a reality I'm hoping for a phase of gratitude I'm rejecting my hopeless fate I'm accepting your side of the story…but don't intrude Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight I grab the rope for extra support It burns like a vertical line of fire I'm unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… I cherish you like my own belongings I designed you on my bedroom wall I have you displayed deep in my heart Believe me – you'll never split it apart Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees And I imagine the memories we share with each other I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… When I reflect upon the joyous times, My heart never fails To pound vigorously for you I'm sliding down I'm looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you I see the light in your eyes I don't see an insidious nature in you… I wish I hadn't believed in the lies I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness I'm sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven They're distraught by my absence They're cheering for me from down below I'm sliding down… I'm glad I've met you in the first place We're a perfect match – Don't deny it…you made me feel handsome We're on the road of victory We're making great progress We're hanging on the edge, But we were rescued From sliding down… At least we're kept ourselves alive……
I Think OF YOU Ticking grand-father and grand-mother clocks Are we facing each other in gilded frames of the Timeless, ticking with ages movements slowly down, Yet resetting each other with the golden keys of Loves unyielding devotion. Swinging pendulums swaying back and forth, Through heart sick emotions tender years, The raising of the minute hands slipping ideally By us, our easy chairs, turn into the rock of ages. I think of you with every finite grain of sand, That trickles within the shimmering hour glass Of the infinite. Transcending spiritual beings of twin souls united, Drawn together within passions spiral flame of Youth, discovery this world of wonder between Silken sheets of lost innocence, then emerging As loves sacred doves to soar amongst the clouds. I think of you with every finite grain of sand, That trickles within the shimmering hour glass Of the infinite. Pages ever turn, within the photo album of our Lives, black and white, unto color images, now Digital picks, but know wrinkles charm can touch Neither your ageless face, nor the sparkle left in your eyes, As you look upon me through these shinning frozen Moments of remembrance. I think of you with every finite grain of sand, That trickles within the shimmering hour glass Of the infinite. In the tears of our golden years, we've shed an Ocean together. Sailed within the sheltering harbor Of vows promise, two sails bending yielding unto The seas of destiny, you the captain steering the Course, and I the first mate calming the rough Waters of life. Landing on the same beach, willing hands intertwined, Leaving one set of footprints on the shore, for we Carried one another every step of the way, did These united spirits so travel. I think of you with every finite grain of sand, That trickles within the shimmering hour glass Of the infinite. Ticking grand-father and grand-mother clocks Are we facing each other in gilded frames of the Timeless, ticking with ages movements slowly down, Yet resetting each other with the golden keys of Loves unyielding devotion.
Morning Marsupials. It's half past four, morning time The sky be dark, dark blue. As Venus shines there all alone I see two Kangaroos They cross the road in front of me Then on the other side They stand like statues watching me All kind of sanctified. They stand there for a little while They be so curious And then into the half lit morning The two go bounding off. On this cool fresh summers morning With the breeze upon my skin These handsome fellows soothe my soul And still the minds dull din. It's funny, I've three cameras Yet none with me today If I'd have brought one with me {As be my usual way} I'd never see me hide nor hair Of these sweet Marsupials I didn't get no picture But they were beautiful.
Natural glory is ours from Heaven's sun. Always continuing blessed from above. True vivid colors to see lots of fun, United and bonded out of God's love. Rebirthing of blooms again and again, Explicit beauty flows from every petal. Spiritually glowing, glistening again and again, Toward the sky shining like metal, Rewards not only from beauty alone, Each of us enjoys the bounty that we eat. All the fruits and vegetables so well known, Sensual tastes and smells a special treat. Up from the root nutrient flow, Releasing so many flavors that cannot be weak, Exploding with vitamins to make us glow. Challenge not the prizes from our earth. Health is a treasure we all should seek. Each of us should have had since birth. Search for hearty, silver and gold every week. Toil not; devour Mother Nature's worth.
I have no cause for alarm 'cause I have nobody to harm Nor have I harmed anyone and would revenge. I'm happy 'cause I have no lurk to avenge. I feels so amazed... For my dad and mum have said 'Yes' to my Maze and wisdom. I'm happy they're ready to pole my kingdom. I am happy 'cause my fists are warm, My mind is pure and my arm Is willing to hug my ally And feelings to make my foes smile. By: Abdulhafeez Oyewole 30th March, 2013. For: Donald Williams' "What is your primary emotion today" Contest.
You whispered in my ear, a breathy secret, hushed. "I love you", you murmured. I said nothing, lost, in your arms, I found a home. At last. "I love you", you said, I said nothing, lost in my thoughts, I found peace. At last. "I love you", you said, words failed me then. They still do.
BE CREATIVE Being creative May be addictive To think right- Is less might Rest your muscle To pen a puzzle Let your words scream Bring to pass a dream Strike men in the heart Thrust through them like dart Make the world reason new But make those that ponder few Turn your ink to a print, Let your lines run a sprint Form a thoughtful world of track That their pace may run the track Make the world innovative And let their thoughts associative For the word makes the world So pen and make it called That the living- May reason And those that read May lead
I sit in the classroom Start of a brand new year I am really nervous New students, surround me They come from diverse cultures & backgrounds None that I am familiar with It's like God gathered the whole world And placed us together In one, tiny classroom I admire the beauty of their different coloured skins It's like gazing at a mesmerising masterpiece Neither human nor artist can replicate that kind of beauty and colour God's colour palette, extraordinarily vast! I love the way their eyes stand out Beautifully matching, their shade of skin tone Warm and welcoming eyes White, shiny teeth Hearty laughs Everyone's so friendly! Going about my school work I listen to them talk Talking in their native tongues The rhythm and tones of the sounds, so fluid I noticed they think before they speak Where most people I mix with 'blurt' stuff out I love the way they pronounce things in English Faces full of expression, lots of hand gestures Wanting to be understood, validated I like the clothes the cultural people wear Bold and bright colours Shiny, printed and patterned fabrics Where I choose to wear black, most days than not I turn my attention To the others in the room They are dribbling on about nothing Nothing, worth listening to! Drawn back to the cultural people I notice some come across as sad, scared or timid Often too shy, to speak up To say what their thoughts or opinions are I wonder if each knows how beautiful they truly are I can't wait to learn from all these new people I am blessed to be surrounded by so many races and nationalities What an amazing, wonder-filled world We 'all' are privileged, to live in!
The lamp light illuminates My messy bedroom And brings me joy to my heart The lamp light turns off quickly The mellow midnight Has revealed its pure beauty The door opens and welcomes The priceless sunrise And inspires me to write poems The morning greets me again The lovely stars dim I miss the midnight wonders!
Have you ever wondered why the grass is green? Why a tree can sway so tall and lean? Why the stars in the sky shine bright at night an endless vision so far from sight? Have you ever seen a bird in flight his wings open to an invisible wind? Or ocean waves who roar and sing and never end Have you ever looked upon a child and asked God how? Or touched the hands of a parent so old and yet so young and proud "Yes" God is Real Just take in his visions and feel.
Have i ever told you how comely thou art? for you are my loveliness the reason i coo in the awkward feathers of my fledgling ugliness. Your voice like bathing leaves in nude empty cool fountain. i your dark elfin shadow. you pass by and in supplication i cover my thoughts with the hood of my nonconforming robe. For unworthiness is the only gnarled key that bids me sneak a whisper into your world for how often is the monstrous caught by what is most mysteriously beautiful…
My eyes Refuse to see tragedy My eyes Marinate in dread…unable to embrace ecstasy And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's sagging…from endless mourning And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? You don't see What damage you've done Just let me be Leave me alone…hand me a gun I yearn for unspoiled glory To make me feel perfect once more I yearn for flawless serenity To make me feel no regret…don't ignore My calls…don't hang up on me You don't see What damage you've done Just hear my plea Listen to my excruciating cries… Listen to the truth, not the malicious lies Our journey has just begun And I'm left in my solitude… Do you hear me weeping? And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear… When will peace draw near? Eye can't handle the stress Let me release my horrendous distress Eye can see you making that same mistake At least MY life isn't at stake And I'm left in my solitude… My eye's weeping…do You feel my lament And I'm close to my demise… Only to find myself disappear…Stepped on like cement I'm aching with discontent… I abhor this torment When will peace scrub off my fear? I can't believe my eyes Your guiltiness flows into me… I can't believe I fell for your lies Your heartless action rape my mind…you don't see What my EYES see… You'll never see How much pressure you put me under Unchain me from this chamber And watch me flee… When will you be set free?
THE SPACE DREAM CATCHER Shaded particles of worlds, minuet fragments of space debris, Cascading amongst the blackened vials of the solar sphere, Tiny glittering remnants twinkling in a black abyss of isolation, A cold field of starlight diamond dust. At point zero's inner flash point, lies the flat line of complete Silence, a deadened zone of no return, suctions seductive Realm a black hole in the center of banishment to existence. Or is this the scientific interpretation of the end of our Universe, nay feel the tribal feathers flickering in the Vast void, releasing the winds of freedom liberation, It speaks ever so softly, whispering in ancient ledges native Tongues, of the sacred dream catcher, in the heart Of our universe. Layers of the textured timeless, sparkling finite tears Of the infinite drifting in this special anomaly, what Tapestry's blanket could be more beautiful than thus, Delicately woven on the looms of the angels of heaven Themselves. A spiritual illumination of tranquility's butterfly, Soaring amongst the tidal rifts of time and space, Fluttering wings of inspiration, imagination, uplifting Igniting this Solaris cloak, awaking the eye of this Sleeping dreamer, and oh how do the stars wink With its brilliance of shine. Light wave benders ushering, yielding to the swaying Brushes strokes of gravitational artistry of the divine, Art imitating life let it lives, the unconscious spiritual Presence inhales, exhales, breathing in its uniqueness Of refinement a beating heart, ageless. Fly forward sacred butterfly, deliver our tribal Message of enlightenment unto the Great Spirit On the heights vast divide, feel the winds of liberation Beneath thy wings currents, and merge beyond, Limitations dreaming realm. Shaded particles of worlds, minuet fragments of space debris, Cascading amongst the blackened vials of the solar sphere, Tiny glittering remnants twinkling in a black abyss of isolation, A cold field of starlight diamond dust. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
She She smiled, gently, her warmth infusing me, with a serene stillness of time. She settled, slowly, in my waking thoughts, a soothing balm of simple joy. She remains, scribbled, on the walls of my fractured heart, memories of happiness that once breathed...
I see in your heart I see Inside your Soul I feel the feelings only you can see or know I feel your pain from deep down inside And know the hurt and feelings combined Your an Amazing,Sweetheart this you should know Don't let anyone take that from deep inside your Soul The hurt you feel the anguish deep down inside will only go away if you learn to let go and cry The release is so great and healing. Refreshing I would say That your heart will grow warmer and warmer each day The Love you have inside shows in your outer glow So let that glow reach deep down to where it needs to go You are Beautiful on the inside and out dont let anyone ever make you dought. Take control and let your inner light glow.. Come on girl let's give them a beautiful show Don't lighten your glow for anyone you know let it shine and always abound.. Just know this to me you are one of the most Beautiful Souls One of the most precious I have ever encountered on this earth Although our friendship is beginning to bloom in leaps and bounds I feel in my heart there is plenty of room for it still to grow You are the most open, welcoming, sweetheart of a girl that I know It feels like our friendship has been around forever your already in my soul I Love you more than words could ever express I'll always be here to help with any and all Stress or obstacles you go through So know in me a True friend you have found one that promises to NEVER let you down!!!! Written By: Christina Kirks McCullouch 03/17/2013
One, two strokes of my pen touch my paper, Resurrecting dreams vanquished in despair and with a glance I discern the imperfection in my work. With a smile I show reverence for my imperfection For it is what makes me who I am, what makes diversity possible, what makes life more meaningful and purposeful. Imperfection is such a beautiful thing Perfection lacks originality Mastery is not the absence of mistakes, but using those mistakes to your advantage Those who strive for perfection Will only waste their time and fail. While those who embrace their imperfection Are bound to succeed
I love watching your hands when you hold the camera when you touch the area when you move the spot when you caress the glass I love to meditate on the art describing your joys
Within Me Flowing through the rivulets of my everyday thoughts, memories of you surface, gasping for air, breathing in, permeating, absorbed by the pores of my ageing skin. Famished, greedily gulping mouthfuls of fractured life, awash in distant yesteryear, when your feathery kisses, banished the vacuum, dispelling my anguish and strife. You are eternally carved, and embroidered into my soul, I wash ashore, smashing against the boulders of the now, seeking solace, begging for absolution with my empty bowl. The book of fate is sealed shut, the tea-leaves have been read, nothing remains within me, the burden of smiling has been shed. Now I am stranded, between dreams and the empty years ahead, searching for forgiveness, in the miles I have yet to wearily tread.
Love who you are; You are a shooting star. Shining high above the sky, Your heart reaches out so far!
We don't need to go out and party, We don't need to drink, We don't need to socialize, We don't need to go shopping, We don't need to spend money, We don't need to go to a movie, We don't need to watch sporting events, We don't need to go out to eat, Because we found love, And our love is enough.
Mystery's enchantress, whom dwells, Admits fortunes favored land, Of the rising sun. Treasures precious peril, Amongst oriental gardens, Scared walls. Delicate flower mistress, Of silken gowns. Softness steps, make no sound, Except sweet whispers music, Announcing her arrival. Shedding cherry blossoms descend, Under moonlights translucent spell, The Samurai lays down his sword. Casting for-get-me-knots toward, Four winds temptations. Forbidden lovers partake, Pleasures in stolen silences, Embrace. Yielding surrender unto, The heart of humanity, Within deepest chambers, Recesses the lady weeps, For loves everlasting embrace. The Geisha kneels, in prayer. Behind Ivory skin masquerade, Perfections doll knows sorrows, Truth. Yet gracefully, she walks away, A false smile crosses redden lips. Hidden behind paper laces fan, Deceptions actress concealed, Beneath beauties most fare. Alone figure patiently, Awaits nights, Secret calling, In the farthest most eastern, Garden. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
In love am I with a great deal of things Of wonders on earth, of darker shadowy background Of artists, of ghouls, of nature's fools Of genius soaked in all matter of internal sound Who knows what cradles these concepts, what lies beneath the admiration —the reality The minute…disappointment—it is naught There it is not until the light hits the bay Every single detail displayed And oh, how my judgment is frayed! By your unfathomable beauteous words, by images I receive so absurd I imagine lives untold—I fantasize a fib And make out with it—TRUTH, with darkened veneration Baffling me, filtering me with joy and mysterious longing As if by heaven the song sung is from below Rested on the meadows of our minds And in our hearts True…treasurable….finds…
There is a place, a magical wonderland that sits at the end of your mind, and everybody dead and living goes there when they are tired. It is a place that is special and is diffrent to stand to your approval. It is a nighttime wonder only open from eleven to five and you can only come, if you truely believe. It is a place where the streets are paved gold, peace runs through every corner and avenue, no jails, no hospitals because there is no crime and no sickness. The skies are always blue, and the clouds are all white, the sun is blazing hot and the woman all give you a wink of an eye and all blow you kisses, where the men want to be you, and where the women want to sleep with you. It is a nighttime wonder, a special place, in the back of your mind. It is real, not imaginary, nothing is fake about this place, this is where dreams come true, where there are no cancers, headaches, toothaches, no wars, no enemies, no hangovers, no schools, no politicians, no lawyers, no greed, no sin, no temptation, no demons or devils; everything is beautiful, and everything grand. A piece of Heaven on Earth. Everyone is happy, all with a smile on their face, not a frown in sight. Songs are sung with the most beautiful of voices and the sweetest of songs sung. This place is a nighttime wonder. When you tuck yourself under the sheets, grab your pillow, or girlfriend, or boyfriend husband or wife, or even your favorite stuffed friend, we all go to this special nighttime wonderland. A place of joy, a place of happiness, a place where you go to forget and enjoy, a mini vacation. Till that alarm clock's annyoing buzz comes on and pulls you out of that nighttime wonder and places you back into reality.
I'm scared... I'm not prepared... to meet my end... to drift into the river's bend... I'm not prepared... people start to stare... people don't seem to care If I live or die If I stay on ground or fly I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind... The tears that are clogging up my eyes They're feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries I'm treasure...never to be found Decaying in the ground Forever... I'm sorry...I'd never Mention suicide again to you... Don't be blue...though you get the clue I'm not prepared... people start to stare... people don't seem to care If I live or die If I stay on ground or fly I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I'm blind But I see it in my mind's eye I'm not prepared... people start to stare... people don't seem to care If I live or die… Live or die… Live or die… But I'll try… To live and make you feel happy 'Cause I, alone, am feeling needy… Greedy…shady… I'm not prepared... people start to stare... people don't seem to care If I live or die… I'm ready to meet my end… The waters brew…and my fate blends In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves The sky swarms above me…I want to see you Again…but you've met your end I'm not prepared... people start to stare... people don't seem to care If I live or die… I STAYED strong…Where do you belong? Your life ended like a shimmering star You ended your tune of delight…I can't hear your song Repeat it again and again in my ears… You left me with an everlasting scar I'm not prepared... people start to stare... people don't seem to care If I live or die… I want to die…just let me fly And reach to heaven's height But, I'd feel guilt and contrite I'm not scared (of your absence)... people start to stare...(and I feel dense) people don't seem to care (I can't bear) If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won't deny…I'm just trying to play fair) In my heart… You broke it apart… It breaks my heart To see you die and depart From His light Have you met your end Around or near the river's bend? Your heart breaks instead of bends You still have some errands To run... You have the ability to run... Just run... And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone" But, first: get your duties done And then...we can welcome the sun Don't shoot yourself with a gun... Put it down and run WITH ME! *smile*
As I look back upon another year gone by, I can't help but remember the moments that changed my life: The people, the faith that fueled this fire; If I had to describe this year in one word: Inspired!
There are a lot of things to say Why do I feel so alive when you're around? There's so much to do today But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray We're lying on the ground... Looking at the stars overhead... You are my beloved friend – Our love won't break or bend I'll love you until the very end… I'll love you endlessly…our happiness blends Like coffee and cream– yum! I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren't they? Our light will shine and burn out the night Maybe there's a star in the sky that scorches with love You are my superb friend – Our love won't wear off or wither away I'll love you until the day I die I'll love you every day…our delight will be As sweet as pie – how appealing I know…these words are overused…aren't they? Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we'll be like the seagull!! We could fly there and catch it someday Fly…fly..fly…with me! Shoot the bull's eye! Our love will never die…so don't say otherwise Or I'll sink in dismay
I Shall Bless The Lord! I shall bless the Lord with all of my soul! His blessing in my life…. seeks to bestow! God is great! And is clothed with a robe of majesty! Not to serve him is surely a tragedy! He covers himself with a garment of light… His beauty radiates the heavens so BRIGHT! He lowers the beams of the waters' depths… His beauty in creation has been forever kept! The clouds are his chariots on the wings of the wind… His will is accomplished... As a new season begins! He laid earth's foundations at the beginning of time… He did this with great power and had YOU in mind! His beauty in creation will never be taken away… His is the Lord God… And is alive today! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalm 104:1-3 and 5
"I don't know where to go, And I don't know what to do." Turn all your worries out to God; Trust Him, And He will lead you through.
you were there and so was i you in youre world and me in mine yet somehow we werent there at all and our worlds were just to small together we would unite leaving our old worlds behind creating a new worlds together one that we would share forever and ever now here we are as we have and always will be in a world that we created for only you and me no longer in our own worlds but in our dream world
she shares her stunning happiness her intense sadness her brief angriness she shares his and her tears and smiles laughed en cried with the one she loves on top of that she graciously gives her friends her gift of inspirational flair to the meaning love and cherish your life to the fullest despite all your own strife she fills on her own her homely stage with voluminous content with laughter and tears with reality and humor she displays despite and thanks to that terrible tumor an inspiring intensity of the final phase of her life giving volume to a freeing kind of humor the moment she hears her inner voice certainly not an easy strife she will call she will announce when her final curtain will fall she's so aware of her final moment being her own director being really in charge being prepared a generous gift of such a radiant light illuminating my heart and soul mending the immense hole of my birthing sadness and upcoming grief two loved ones two goldsmiths two giant builders of an eternal statue with stars like diamonds (c) Elly Wouterse 2015 I received a comment that moved me to tears - by Chrissy herself (*)and her guy(#) (*) You, Elly Wouterse have painted the perfect picture of her and me. This is who we are and what we are. I am so moved" (#)This is a perfect poem about me - you've captured the perfect picture of me"
We're here to love all God's people No matter who they are. Brightness still shines in shallow roots, Even if the world thinks they've fallen too far.
Writing a masterpiece Takes so much effort and thought My mind's settling in my comfort zone – feed me with flawless peace Words seem to escape me…my feelings mean naught Anger molds me in inside and out…I feel insecure again Peace barely meets my body Joy seems to abandon me like an orphan Faith passed away – it's buried too far below the debris Have I lost the race? Writing a successful book…writing in general Takes so much confidence and self-control My mind is stacked up with debt… Words splinter my tongue – I can't repair my tarnished soul Danger is placed in many corners Happiness is a few blocks away from me Fearlessness dives into me Acceptance of who I am – God's chosen one Have I won the race? Have I found His grace?
The beauty is aesthetic and static. When in moving, We desire watching the silence, Static and beautiful shapes. When freeze; The fleeting beauty of a dance. From silence, to the sound of trumpets. What we really want, We do not know.
The Lord bless you in a very special way in the year 2006. In our society today which is very fast paced there is a place you can go to anywhere, at any time, no matter what your day may be like. Take time out to smell the roses!!! Look up and around you and you will distinctly see God's hand of love, mercy, and grace. In the people He created, in the tender smile of a child, in the beauty of the blue, blue, skies. In the early morning sunrise, in the beauty of a sunset, every season has it's own heavenly beauty. Each day is a blank page and God has filled the outline through His creation, and He will fill the day with His awesome love and smile and help, if we would just let Him!!! God is still on the throne and His ears are always open to our heart cry. Take time each day to look up and you will be pleasantly surprised at what the Lord has in store for you this day. He is waiting and will reveal Himself to you !!! You are fearfully and wonderfully made. Your destiny is held safely in the palm of His hands. And know this day and every day that Jesus loves you, with an everlasting love. Be greatly blessed and encouraged.
In this world of live do God give or do God spend. In god we trust your money make your life bless for best. Pay why when die heaven give no money life. Said of game now dont take da words an miss name da fame. smh. Cause this world is vein, so i bleed outside to water my mainstream of heart filled out the box of art. A gift is but live so a gift is what give. Present I wake no mistake to my take of day, now I play a one way ticket of gold with sweet palace like chocolate for da kids an family. Can't stand it, well dat make manish no planish; know how to stand it. Nerves get on some badish. Then handle all debts publick an private no childish just so wildish. Judge me not 4 i break only da law of da land with out a sight of the man. Then I walk out this cell knowing every step I take is hell to heaven. amen
Dear Cartoonist, make my lips full and my cheekbones arrogant. Turn my eyes into "attention grabbers." I want my body to be described as perfect symmetry. Draw me a cartoon in which my character is desirable and such a presence that all others in the room are destroyed. Make me beautiful, no one else, in fact, take the other end of the pencil and make all of the competition go away. What's that? You work with pens?!! Then drown those pages of other beautiful people in gasoline, stuff them down my throat and give me a match. Watch beauty burn inside of me and listen to others as they marvel at the hot beauty that seeps through my pores. Make my beauty a MONSTER and let me live within those pages because my reality is consumed by imperfections and in my society that is unacceptable. Dear cartoonist, make me pretty handsome beautiful.
Hallowed The Halls of Antiquity Frail The Parchment of History When a Host of Quills Touched Destiny And Rose a Peoples of Democracy Hail sayeth to MAN not King? Immortal Freedom When it Rings! Freshly minted or neatly Forged! No Queen or Earl or English Lord! Across an Empire -England Stamped With Sword and Powder and Steel Lance And Spies and Traitors and the Gifted Lie Soon Fear Peoples that may Do or Die On an Island Nation Deep Dark Depths Proclaiming freedom or cold stone death Was Green their color yet red they Wept As Tides of oceans the English Swept Upon her shores and into her Land Crushing Centuries English Black Hand Rape and Plunder encouraged the day Starvation Misery established the way Intrigue with Promise and Commitment too When they Lifted the North for only a few! Son against Father and Father against Friend The Wiley Weapon YOUR English Best Friend To an Island Nation with an Emerald Sea Of Warriors Poets Braving To Be Free No Pestilence or Famine generations deep Or Hangman, Lordship or Company they keep No Black Hand Hovering -or Forcefully arrived Dare Diminish the Centuries of Irish Celtic Pride Never Taken Never Borrowed Never Given as a Gift From hilly top to turf down flat to misty sea adrift Thus was the day that born When Robert Emmet Arrived Thus was the day that born When an Irishman had Died
Can somebody please explain to me? Why is it that she hates what she sees? A seemingly perfect life She is forced to hide behind a smile Scared to face the truth With a glance in the mirror, she doesn't recognize her own reflection A young girl's view so distorted she feels so lost Terrified to disappoint, she forces herself to smile The girl trapped inside, so desperate to break free And with every passing moment, the beauty inside begins to fade It fades further and further away She has lost herself So desperate to belong, yet she is unable to move on Unaware of the damage she has caused, she lives in a dream She is trapped in the fog She continues to live her seemingly perfect life Never showing the fear Never showing the pain Never showing the tears, she hides from herself Her reality is one where the truth can no longer be found Why is it that no one can see the beauty of the girl trapped inside? Why it is that no one can see that this girl is me??
Walking by me with such grace Words fail me to express my craze. Your eyes hold such mystery in them Lifting me off my senses. I cannot stop myself From inclining in your direction, Your eyes they put me in a trance. A face so full of light and warmth A beauty like i've never seen before. Talking to you is like trying to walk on hot coals I can never give in. Your the only apple of my eye Making my heart skip a beat. Your beauty is unparallel Like none i've ever seen. It lingers to haunt me, Even in my dreams. Your smile holds a mystery To be uncovered, Everytime i try, It conceals further. What is it that keeps you from me? Is it that you dont like or despise me. All i want is to stare at you, That is what is food for my soul. Your existing and personality Is such a conspiracy to me The more i dwell in it, The further i get carried away Who are you? Is what i want to know.
Today I looked in the mirror And I didn't recognize the woman That stared back at me She frightened me For she told the truth Where I wish I could lie I decided to look closer And oh she resembled me greatly But I looked into her eyes Which led to her heart And they appeared to be as cold as death I don't know when she became like this But the time had come I started to remember what had Made this woman so beautiful At one point in her life Actually not too long ago at all I then found the source of her beauty She used to cherish prayer and her time with her God She used to value being able to tell Him How wonderful He was And how much she adored Him and Longed to imitate the beauty she saw in Him She used to cling to His words, For she knew without them she could not live She loved to help and please all those who worshipped Him And she loved to encourage those who did not Because she felt the love of God And wanted to share it with others She valued purity and prided being one with God Indeed these things had made her beautiful Yes she knew these things alone For she once knew that Flattery from man meant nothing But as I look in the mirror The woman I see doesn't value Any of these things No, not the way she once did Her eyes are white as snow And her skin still soft but she no longer Resembled the beautiful girl that once was I wish that I could go erase The disaster that I created However what was done was done I wish I could tell the woman in The mirror that she is loved
Your song, A Beautiful Child, touched my heart long ago, inspired to love beauty I could never hold, inspired to love beauty from afar. I am the sleepless child who grew tall enough to reach a star. You sang of feelings that remain After the Glitter Fades, and I listened to the sound. Late at night, I dreamed I was Rhiannon, visions kept to myself of a bird in flight, a night bird taken by the wind. Unforgettable songs of love and joy, sorrow and pain, wash over me like Silver Springs, Violet and Blue. The songs from your Book of Miracles lift me on a White-Winged Dove. Feelings of freedom soar in my soul. The higher I fly, the more fragile love becomes, but the heart is strong when we sing. Resilient, I find the courage to carry on, triumph over trials, leather compliments lace. Your voice rings clear like a bell in the still of night. You ask the mirror in the sky, what is love? Bolder with age, I seek to find my own answers. The Gypsy in my soul searches for more. Sometimes, I find my own reflection and a brazen heart. Sometimes, I find an innocent child, shy and unassuming. All of life is lyrics set to music. In the deep colors of night, I hear your voice. for What Songwriter or writers Inspire you???? Contest ***Stevie Nicks***
There is music in the wind it blows so softly and sweet; humming at the top of the hills and all the trees swing to it There is beauty in the water when it flows from the mountains to the valley splashing on its path from boulder to boulder, reflecting the sun like a flawless ruby There is beauty in the morning; the fog hangs in the air like incense burning drops of dew hang from the leaves and sparkle like diamonds set in eaves There is music in the evening the sounds of roosting birds fill the evening and in the sky, just over the horizon, a yolk-colored sun hastes to its place of dwelling
Perfect Truth Perfect Love The simple facts of life are just that simple The fabric of our existence becomes sublime Measure by measure Love consist of ordinary things A hand held in the rain Commitment, sharing in one's pain A measure taken a measure given Drawn down in empathy to be that person Tears feed the preeminence of our souls Brings out the best in us Measure by measure Fear destroys, decays, takes lives The perfect truth the perfect love is trust When loving someone so completely Selflessness is our divinity with God That which defines us When selfishness cannot define the darkness or be there There the perfect truth the perfect love prevails Sharing in the oneness of and with my love Measure by measure the great leveler of life Eternal truth 5/21/14 Measure by Measure Contest
You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you venture off at night Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't leave me… Forgive me for drifting away from you… Please forgive me… Please don't ignore me… Hear my pleas…don't turn the other direction… Run with me…into heaven's light I've given you my soul… I've shared with you my melody I've fed you until you were full… I've healed you when you were under the weather… I've tried to bring us back together You hang on the rope of hope I'll rely on you…I'll cling to you… You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss Don't reject me… Don't depart from me… Don't release me… Respect me for who I've become Please respect me… Honor my presence Protect me from any sort of harm Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? I've been driven away by my affliction I've set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land Have you forgotten my affection? I've tried to empathize what you're going through – I've gave you a helping hand Don't you understand? Will you ever understand? You abide in the light I'll miss you…when you depart from my heart Don't forget me… Don't discard me… Don't mourn for me… Forgive me for wishing for your absence… Please forgive me… Please don't give up on me… Hear my side of the story… don't turn the other direction… I'm still training for perfection Run with me…until we arrive at home Hold my hand and we'll take divine flight I've cherished you for so long I've lead you to my home town – Do you remember where you and I belong? I've given you my trust… I've shared with you my dreams You're an apple to my eye You were my angel of grace, promising concord – Bestowing blessings upon me Your vitality never wears off… You were my lamp – Glowing with serenity and elation Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease I'll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night I knew that that was love at first sight The moment you stepped foot into the light
I love you I love me I love he I love she I love they I love then I love now I love before I love after I love forever I love why I love I love sky I love truth I love floor I love ground I love sing I love happy I love joy I love to hate death I love to hate evil's employ I love I love I love I love to never want to hate I love to never want to kill I love to never want to read more stories of anger and despair I love to see the truth out there I love to ask why I love to not want to have to die I love l-o-v-e most beautiful word in hist-o-ry love, l-o-v-e "what's that sound everybody knows whats going down" love, l-o-v-e is coming home to house and home and hearth and park bench where homeless man sleeps night away having worked his whole life as a good man sing out the truth dear world falling down falling down into ground dear world sing out the truth nevermore for how many times do we have to knock on the door before one percent hears the cries of truth? how long will we have to sit here and cry? I love i hope that love will win the day I hope people listen to that word love l-o-v-e l-o-v-e mothers fathers daughters brothers sisters aunts and uncles evermore knock on my door knock on my door pay me a visit l-o-v-e knock on my door my brother knock on my door my sister knock on my door knock on my door pay me a visit knock on my door come say hello knock on my door knock on my door knock on my door and tell me I love you.
Port of Call Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, with the breath of the ocean a caressing balm, soothing pained memories away, to the swaying of a solitary palm. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, feeling the brushing away of all past turmoil, on a quest for solace, ever so hard to find, yet comforted by the crashing of the waves, as the tide cleanses all pain, and leaves despair far, far behind. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, drenched in a sea-breeze of mist, that hushes the ache of bygone moons, tasting the salty tang on my lips, as the burnished sun, over the distant horizon, swoons, and dips. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, searching, ever searching, for a slice of solitude, as memory bids a final adieu, reaching under the sea so vast, and seeking comfort in the depths, while embracing, the tomorrows to come, wishing that they be true. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, seeing my truths drown, as they slip beneath the turquoise waters, feeling my heart ablaze, with a passion that rarely falters. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, yet knowing that I am home at long last, wishing the waves would wash away, the defences that once stood, like an impregnable wall. Barefoot on a talcum beach, alone, not lonely, I have found, at long last, my final port of call.
I stand there on this patio And watch the river flow As grey skies in the heavens Do hide suns warming glow Tall trees like giants on yonder shore Stand as icons to the power That made this earth so beautiful With it's trees, and clouds and flowers. Five boats lie on the grassy bank As they wait to ride the river As motor boat comes speeding by To my eyes it does deliver A breath of action to the scene So silent, soft and still And everything feels wonderful And wonderful I feel. Some fishing folk fix up their boats A day of sport they see While me, I watch the river flow The whole day, endlessly As I ponder on the magnitude And the power of this scene In the loveliness of Nornalup On this morning so serene.
It is there I sat here all alone. As I think of a woman not here in my arms. There my love lingers in blues. As I fill the emptiness of my soul down deep. It's there my heart longs for love. As I miss a woman's love. It is years that has past since I have felt pure love. But even more I have never had a first love. But there I long to be near one to hold. As I feel I have became a nun with no one to love. As it is that I am getting none makes me feel alone. Not having one to touch and show my true heart. It is there my soul cries for someone to love. As I think of my pain of not having you here. It is there it drives me crazy out my mind. Just thinking of the moments we could share. As I think of your curves and beauty you portray. It's there I would love you for hours in the day. As you would have the best of even foreplay. That when the time came, you would be wet with excite. Not just your juices from inside but the sweat that would fall. As I would taste each flavor all the way to your inner wall. As the both of us would find a passion of love from inside. But most of all, we would love of the heart and soul. As you would know the way you make me feel. Just by my action and the words I say. You would know you are love by a true man. Only to show the same in return. But there you would feel like never before. Because I would love you all the way to the floor. But you would have tingles you could not explain. Just because it's me there next to you loving in many ways. It's there I give you my heart forever in life. If ever that day comes and I make you my wife. I promise to always fill you with the love and joy in life. And never forsaking the one I would like to be with for life. But knowing it is your beauty that I strive each day. As my heart beats for only you, I dream of the day.
Deep within the cavity chest You'll find its striding place Safely tucked away To live once more – each day: to note the passing seasons autumn's rise and fall of spring the winter's beast that howls the summer's hot, hot winds. where there is love and fantasy where kisses never end where tangled sheets breathe fire as lovers twist and bend. in scraped knees a howling dog at moonlight where catfights cringe the skin. when letters from a long, lost friend bring tears, and sniffles, and grins. when words fail others when feelings are lost where communication ends . . . a poet's words begin. a poet's heart beats fire it beats of truth, aspires in every face, on every land . . . it beats fierce – with Ayer!
Everyday I think about life, And see how I can change it, But one thing I wouldn't change, Is having you and loving you all the time, For you are one of a kind, Because you are a very special person, Worth more than any amount of dimes. Remember your beauty comes from within, And this is what makes you special, For not everyone has this quality, Nor do they have the type of beauty you have inside, Never change and you will find, Happiness and love that you deserve, Since everyone deserves someone next to their side. Trust in your heart, mind, and spirit, And never give up on yourself, And somehow you will find, Your own happiness within you, Which is what makes people around you, More kind.
I've met people young and old, who compliment my hair so gold, And my blue blue eyes, like the ocean on a sunny day, And curves and height which make heads turn my way. They say I am beautiful, That in looks I reign. But truth is this is a crown I will not forever obtain. And so I thank politely and shove them aside, Working hard to not let them become food to my pride. Yet the other day an old lady with sun glasses on a rainy day, Inquired my help to fined her way. As I settled her in her final destination, She held my hand soft as she made a declaration; She peered into my soul with eyes that can not see And said: "You are beautiful".
What the artist seeks to incite is a shadow of insight Drawn out of the circumstance of desperation and regicide, He becomes a spokesman for an intelligent design iterating itself into the human mind He articulates the livelihood of the presence which confounds his nights, Tearing seepage in his imaginative unconscious Yielding unto the downpour of new words as unfamiliar feelings emerge Xenophobic he cannot linger, for in the twilight of his contortion The strange uniforms with hypnosis, To the knowledge that approaching is the ferryboat that is meant to take him The manifold of novelty unbounded in telling Would he surpass the mirage of his peers' regrets for his sanity, The man will bring forth a new reality What is worn Is spoken as a token of return To what is felt beyond Worn to transcend the alarm
The elliptical sea, ageless, timeless without fathoms depth Of the eternal degree, its finite waves ushering against the Everlasting shore of tranquility's rush, a liquid vacuum of inner Special waves, crashing against the coral rife of life itself. Beneath serenity's surging, under the undertows splashing, Lies a world within a world, beauties sacred personified, Swimming in this elliptical sea, of the ageless, the timeless, Without fathoms depth of the eternal degree, behold the Immortals of this aquatic special zone. In the silence stirs the vibrate light of mystery, in brilliance Disturbance hides enchantments ledges, swirling ascendants Diving within reflecting beams of solar flares, mingling amongst The tail endings of comet dust, and purging the surface breaking The wake nature's stillness. Galactic mermaids snapping their flippers at the rings Of Saturn, gliding mariners obsorbing the heat from The white dwarf sun, and bathing in the cooling pools Of forgotten moons. Drinking from the icicles hanging from the big dipper handle, Feasting at the bouquet table of the thunder gods mighty Shore line's shoals blackened waters, exist this twilight Beings of beauties most fare. Thrown are nets of imagination, cast away are the Vessels sail of inspiration, materializing admits the Stormy wake of gale force winds, a universal Hurricane and I a lone captain striving, to capture It's tidal beauty by quiled inks pen. I'm on a ponders vision quest, searching for perfection, Yet lost without sextons credence, this dream seeker, Can only worship these immortals by thoughts provision, Left in isolation's dreaming realm, swimming amongst The solar mermaids, in this eternal sea, ageless, and Timeless without fathoms depth of degree. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Saturday Rain in Johannesburg… …With sighs of torrential passion, the heavens shower teardrops, weeping with me, as memories of you come cascading back, skin on skin, ablaze, moist kisses, fiery, gentle whispers of undying love, murmured, in another life, another time, far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair, wallowing in the grime. … The rain keeps falling, each teardrop stinging my face, tasting the salt on my lips, I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips, between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love, before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude, wounded as a wingless dove, bereft of life, stripped of all traces of fortitude
A sweetly-scented, earthy rain-storm, she came to me, thunderously raging with raw emotion, she came to me, drenched in the essence of truth, she came to me, she touched a chord deep inside, she strummed away all emptiness, she came to me, once... she comes to me, still... a gentle presence filling my life, she comes to me, still, a healing spirit soothing all inner strife.
Holly As I look deep into her eyes. I see the love waiting there. Like the most beautiful sunrise. It warms my soul and removes the chill from the air. She lifts my spirits with just a simple smile. She heals my heart with her warm embrace. She helps me forget my worries for a while. She does all this with her style and grace. All too often I let the world get me down. She seems to share all the pain I feel inside. It breaks her heart to see me frown. She's the only one whom I can confide. She found me in the dark. She led me to the light. When my world was torn apart, she held me so tight. She is my Reason She is my Purpose She is my Life. In fond dedication to my wife Holly ^^
I am living the dream. I stand here today, Cannot believe what I am about to say, But I am living the dream. At times, it's tough And it is not always easy. I might be condemned For choosing this path in life; Some may think it's too bag of a risk. When we give it our all, Our passion and our might, We can overcome and forget the fear To become who we are meant to be. I stand here today, Another tear ready to wipe away: You can do all you aspire to do! Set your mind and never give up! If I can do it, You can too! I can't believe I'm about to say this, But I am living my dreams. I am living the dream.
Fatigued eyes droop, lacking sweet slumber But my eyes are an exception…everything's a blur They stare off into space…they ache with displeasure But I still wonder… my pupils still wander My pupils still wander… never planted in one spot Their cup is half full…rather than half empty My pupils see what others cannot Because… their too busy to smell the roses of plenty My pupils project feelings… They comprehend – they spiral up and down They express horrendous sorrows…they observe their surroundings My belongings are misplaced – my smile lowers into a frown Optimism isn't in the picture…bestowing infection Upon my crestfallen heart I'm a broken compass – I'm losing my direction My animated heart tears apart Their voices are high in volume…rather than using half their volume My pupils glance in many directions – beaming with glee Because they're focusing too much on their social lives…let us resume On with our soothing music Intrigued eyes lift…willing to wonder in curiosity But my eyes swelter, wearily drowning in discouragement They spot what others are too oblivious to see… Nonetheless, I still ponder… Are my pupils singing merrily OR are they wandering in bafflement? Do I witness the fears and woes? My pupils reject the precious scenery They are carefree – they are heedless of my despondency My pupils forever look forward to freedom…observe the hardships and disparity My surroundings are chaotic and wild – my heart pounds profoundly… My pupils… Oh dear pupils… Will you ever pay the bills? Will you ever use your skills? My heart bleeds in the river mills My pupils ascend…above the dazzling hills My pupils spew out remorse My pupils are like open doors…
Moonlight's mystical creatures, Hidden under sacred vials, Enchantment. Ancient specters cast deceptions, Romantic spells, Captivating beauty's illusions array, Most fair. On lookers raised voices, cheer Nimble feet, Pulses acceleration encourages, Faster pace. Tambourines keep time with, There exquisite mistresses, As gypsies rhythm hits fever, Pitch gazes remain fixed. In reckless frenzy cares, are tossed, Unto the four winds distraction. Dresses swirl, slashing against, Wild attractions surrender, Swaying shifts orchestrate, Imaginations indulgence. Maidens tiptoe in hearts tender, Perfection, Bathed in star dusts brilliance. Magical beings beguiling, Shimmering figures, Heavenly bodies, in motions, Seductive dance. Blazing flames ignite torrents, Desires yielding. Passions spiritual release, under, Night's lunar glow. Coins quicksilver melts, beneath, Sensual bare feet. Fallen angels collapse, breathless, Exhausted in pleasures sheer, Radiance. Camp fires flickering embers, Quicken amongst twilight's, Vibrant rays. Leaving remnants residue, behind, In golden memories reflections. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
Cracked windshields, cracked sidewalks, broken hopes, sad dreams, hurry before the fire starts, and your good friends leave you and your enemies take you over, hurry before people cry out for the happiness you possess they with suck you dry like a bone and take you for granted; when they need you, they are nowhere to be found, just check the coffee shops and bookstores; they'll be there, hiding and betraying and kissing your dream girl or that real cute guy you really like a lot. See you can't see the open road with a cracked windshield in a rainstorm, but just remember that you can always get it fixed and the charge will be free; but keep driving with a cracked windshield you will regret it! - Don't regret life, for it is a special gift. Pave that road or sidewalk gold, see that love is in the air all over, not just for a certain few, Love is in the air, sing it! Sing it so loud that the people will see your true beauty if they stick around long enough to see your true self. Cracked smiles, with chiseled abs and rock solid chest and a nice face, that is all we want in life, we don't want brains, or logic, or a sense of humor, if so we'd be with someone long ago and happy with them... NO! We want the bikini body, the beach body, that hour glass figure, and we want our teeth straight, and our breasts enlarged and our horoscopes read from the TV., we want birthday candles on a huge chocolate cake and we want money and time and fame and that dream body and we walk and walk and walk blinder than the day before and the day before that, that we don't look at that one thing that is truly perfect... and that is the heart, the soul, the heart and soul never receive cracks because they're not fake and cheap materialistic things. We never stop and realize that we should be happy about the cracked windshield, and the cracked smile and cracked teeth and cracked sidewalks, because we aren't Barbie's and Ken dolls, no we are human beings, created to bound and be tortured by temptations and admit to their mistakes, even if they don't want too. We are unique with or without that crack, but never pave that crack, never pave that pothole, because that is a mistake in your open road called life that made your journey unique! Cherish those cracks cherish them forever. 12/4/13
Escaping from the patterns of my life From crime and hate and inner strife I visit a place that is pure and serene Where i'm alone as a morning bird sings I followed a path forged in stone immersed in beauty, that nature owns It is nature that owns the morning haze That envelops the glory of this mystic maze A labyrinth of answers to my dreams this paradise is false,or so it seems As the sun beamed its radiant light i choose a place and did recite I gasped at the trees and fertile soil that inherit the flowers as my quill toiled The flowers have blossomed this early spring Akin to a babe, immaculate and pristine. The scent of the air is not of smog and dirt that blackens the white and decays the dirks Yet that of a fragrant scent from the flowers that abides in memory to this very hour. i heard patter from a creek a distance away Gentle and calm it enraptured my stay And to my eyes not a ripple shows As i induced a wish then tossed a rose Akin to a morrow, i saw my reflection Hued in beauty of Mother Nature's protection For all this beauty that envelops me unfolds clearly for the world to see And to the world like a perpetual fire it flares and glows never to tire prevailing past the wars hate and crime the creek remains until the end of time The morning bird wings again before me Adieu Mother Nature I'll never defy thee Yes! the bird of faith will lead the way To some other secluded haven to stay.
Take a seat! Let's learn how to read basic notes Take your time . . . Quarter notes Appear in our choir pieces Math's involved . . . Unique notes Catches my full attention Everyone sings! ! ! Sight reading Could be challenging at times Try your best! Basic notes – It's vital to your skills CONCENTRATE!
I wish To demolish my sorrow… I wish To forget the despair and gleefully grow… To forgive and seek the challenges of tomorrow… My downfalls and my failures… I wish To disappear I wish I had no fear… For God's near… I wish I could be a cheetah in the grassland I wish To store all of my energy for an evening run…I'd never give up in the process I wish My whole spirit could simply sponge in God's nature and make great progress And I truly wish I could stick to my daily plans of building a sturdier relationship with God I wish I had the merriness in my life especially during hardships… My countless wishes Brings me down to my weakest point… My countless wishes Overthrows me…but it helps me in the long run… I wish I could forgive My daily regrets and breakdowns I wish I could forget My despondency – embracing my frowns I wish To live a life without error Without a care I wish To be flawless when I make my everyday decisions And scare away The darkness that tries to make me give up I wish I had more time to overcome… These waves of emotions My countless wishes Brings me down to my disheartened state… My countless wishes Are like walls from every direction closing in on me… But it's a convenient tool in the future… I wish I could be live in someone else's shoes… But what good would it do? Would it lead me to the narrow pathway? Would it inspire me to push all of my doubts away? Would it push away the blues? Could He give me any clues?
Dear beloved, I wish to see you again some time and watch you gaily soar Dear beloved, I wish to see you fly once more Dear beloved, I want to hear your voice before dusk I crave for your melody to ring in my ears.... You are as precious as the sunset's horizon You're as peaceful as a snow-white dove beyond my reach...go on...go on... Keep on flying until the arrival of the dawn... Dear beloved, Weep till your eyes refuse to shed another fretful tear Have no fear Dear beloved....your touch is like velvet rubbing against my back But i lack your beauty... I lack your tranquility And i hope to see you succeed one day... Your radiance embraces my body...but i want you to get rid of my dismay One day...your spirit will float above the ground Your blessed spirit...will be as light as a feather... Why do you still feel so ashamed and bound? Dear beloved, I wish you a sunshining day along with perpetual delight Dear beloved, I wish to keep a smile on your face...i wish i could see you beam bright like a dandilion, joyfully waiting patiently for summer's endless ecstasy Dear beloved, I wish to abide by your side Till the day my demise meets my lips Despite the tribulations we must face But, keep your own pace And preserve your beautiful grace Dear beloved, I wish to be in your heart forever Till the day i have to let go....and gove in to the grave Float like an angelic feather I treasure your efflorescence and your feather-like, jubilant spirits You're as light as a feather Dear beloved, our love will restore relishing serenity forever... And ever Dear beloved, You are the gold nugget to my eye Im hoping you won't pass me by... Goodbye...love Goodbye.... Take wing, Dear beloved dove
Edged beauty carved precisely The heaven pours its soul out Contrasting with the evil, beauty hides the shame.
start of a new age reality of beauty, peek of cuteness. rough surprise of coming out, spontaneous with no doubt. art with no limit, joy with no toying. planting security, reaping serendipity. enjoying carefree innocence; with no pressures of risks, open to new things, feeling of genuine experiences. going out of the way of the norm, beauty yet not known. untold sharing of this blessing; some left wanting, some left with no content, the reality of new changes, freedom of impressing others. going beyond what you were meant to be, overlooking others, just to sprout new wings......!!!
What need have we of arches? What need have we of domes? What need have we of Churches? What need have we of Romes? Let's look beyond our crippling cultures To perceive all that is truly real. Haughty temples,homes to cold sculptures, Grind and crush what the spirit does feel. Look upon one flower to see nature's beauty rare, There is nought of human making with it can compare. Our frozen works of art,beautiful as they seem, Are more hubristic nightmare than any pleasant dream. As we cower in our caves of shadows dim, Above us ,arches our bright blue all embracing dome. We skulk in our world ,so shrunken and so grim, Eyes too weak to gaze upon the light of our true home. Look at all the beauty the revolving seasons bring, No pride infects their humble ,yet glorious display. 'Tis of life's joy and sorrow that they serenely sing While they present their passing show on their brief day. No need have we of arches, No need have we of domes, No need have we of Churches, No need have we of Romes!
My little English is a Doll who can say "Ma-ma I'm so small" and every word inside her Head is just a temporary Star a hot spice in her plastic Bread that can not be eaten so far but yet there is a secret crop of dormant herbs under the Seas and I expect the seeds to POP in all my empty cavities the holly matter of the Speech will make Lost Objects float again and I will be the Happy Witch who keeps them on my shiny Pen.
A painter once waited day and night, for a beauty to arrive at his door Day after day when she did not arrive, he figured he'd wait one more Soon he grew weary, hopeless, and a little distraught For he still hadn't found the beauty he sought He set out on foot to lands far and lands wide To find this rare beauty for wherever she may hide He painted the valleys, the rivers, and fields All the cities, the buildings, the knights and their shields The men, woman and children were all painted too Provided they paid a few nickels or two He traveled wide and far; much time was spent To find the beauty for which his canvas was meant One day he came across a small town off a path He got a room to clean up and take a bath As he sat by the window pondering who she might be The beauty he so desired is what he did see He jumped and hollered, but she was just too far So he ran down real fast and jumped in his car Buckled his seat belt and sped off real fast Narrowly missing some people as he passed So focused on her, he ignores all the cries Swerves hits a pole, crashes and dies The beauty ignores him, and walks on by Not even batting an eye lash, or leaking a cry His obsession was too much, imperfection in everyone He found no beauty where there was none All the time searching and money he earned Only made him more hungry for what he yearned Beauty is found in every King, peasant or crook You can enjoy it if you take the time to pause and look
Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink, Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease ©RashanaKing2010
God Is Awesome and His Beauty Displayed! God is awesome and his beauty displayed! He's my protector! I've no reason to be afraid! God is wonderful! And his glory never ends! He is my Lord! My provider and friend! God is magnificent! And his glory is real! Behold the God of Abraham, Jacob and Israel! God is omnipresent! He's wherever I go! His son Jesus, has totally cleansed my soul! He's the reason that I am here today! I love him much more, than words can say! He's the reason why I can face tomorrow! He's removed my pain, guilt and sorrow! His word is my guiding light as I travel on. It shows me what is right.. And what is wrong! He put his love, like a shield around me! I once was lost, but his spirit found me! He's given to me his faithfulness! Forever true! And spoke to me; "I'll forever LOVE YOU!" He's my rock, my hope and salvation! Through Jesus, there is no separation! He can be your God too! Why not come to him? Through Jesus, is where a new life BEGINS! By Jim Pemberton
~a single prayer~ a single prayer is prayed… up up and away is sails… like a leaf on an air current... soaring up to the heavens… or is it likened to a feather blowing in the wind that where it ends up no one knows? perhaps like a ripe dandelion plant with its seeds scattering across many lawns? i say my prayer is grabbed… grabbed like a warm kiss in the middle of a rainy day… taken a hold of and never let go… lifted up like a joyous choir of young children to be appreciated by all those who gather to listen i say my prayer is a simple act of kindness to another person sending my request to the Only One who can tackle it… his name is Jesus… he is the One who takes all the petitions from the saints… he quickly addresses each and every one of them by supernaturally moving his adoring angels i say that as soon as my prayer is lifting off towards heaven that my Savior anticipates its arrival knowing all along the prayers in my heart before they are even spoken... today i sent up new petitions… new petitions and new praises… and even before the telegram is forwarded back to me that they were received I am already singing a tune of thanksgiving! Gwendolen Rix 8-26-14
The shore is what I have seen since I was little when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see. Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle to notice the path was so warn out to me. The little strides I took was not so bad it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand. She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad that I could look out and see the sand. The look in her eyes was so beautiful it was one of those moments that can be captured. My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful to not worry about the pain she pictured. The final walk up to get home was a bummer because it was the sign that ended my time their. My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer that is when I said, I will be back I swear. The path might be warn more and more out even when time passes and when I get older. My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt with time I get smarter and much bolder.
I need to walk I need to stroll I need to explore these ancient paths That fills this landscape showing the way for timeless travel To reach destinations deep inside the forest or on a Maypole green Or to reach the sea or mountain high so much for one to marvel I do it for I love this land its hedges brooks animals and flowers I grew up here always drawn to the beauty and simplicity of its being Then the concrete jungles came filled with a different feeling called fear I want none of this I don't need these eyes sad at what their seeing Apparently it's called creation it took 6 days to create one day to rest Why not take the rest day put a wall around creation beauty contained Anybody on the outside could have a featureless landscape to build up Towards a sky where apparently the god's live contemplating our pain Leave us alone with what's left of paradise let us smell the flowers There's so many of you and so few of us we won't be much trouble But after a while you'll tire of us and want taller and taller temples And finally this spaceship called earth will finally burst its bubble
Sit down for a moment with me dearest Listening closely to what my lips say You have never heard these words before Dropping freely from my mouth today Often you have heard me lovingly speak Of your beauty which I daily praise Yet I do not see you only with my eyes I see you deeply where love truly stays A tranquil place where it nourishes actively The genuine longings which each day start A place in life where no other will enter For only you have true ownership of my heart So realize that it is not the only way When I see your loveliness with my eyes For there will always be a more tender way When I embrace you from my heart inside.
Once in a while I meet a person whose eyes tell their story The story is like the sky reflection on the seas of glory The eyes are all the wonder of the world It sees the future, past, and present The eyes give us knowledge of the world and reflection The reflection of sadness and weakness of each creature The wonder of each individual being has a present To the world who has lots of false images To arise the moment of that one glance To follow the heart in romance Just the reflection that gather in your eyes of blue What a man and a woman should view Life is such a pain without stopping to see each eyes Its like roses you have to enjoy each passion in side When that moment collides with mind and heart Nothing in your soul can keep your love apart Join in the fun look in every eyes of a person beside With passion and romance I bet you, you would cry The luster of all the things to come A bounty of life long needs to be given by just the wonders of the eyes The blue seas reflects the different depths of our feelings And it should become revealing Come to your senses with ravaging hormones of lust The sea can take you and even the reflection in the eyes of the person The beauty is not held by one it is held by everyone Such looks with fear for no relief Is almost a dreadful part in our human nature Beware of what can happen when emotions are held Held to the core of an individual No such thing is kindness when you find yourself in the Sea Blue Eyes Calling in your soul by just looking With ignorance you play around with such futile emotion Gush away the fear and do not go insane with life so dear The grasp of the titans comes to reveal The evil within your heart is so obscenely noticed You want the sea and you want those eyes to look at you with wishes The rage in the heart are waves that cannot stop It pushes and pushes with no regret The heart falters and there is only one thing in your mind The idea of one soul to be with is the ocean The rifts that is trying to break to end the wants of desire Cannot be trusted in a human lier The beauty of man is destruction The beauty of women are commands The eyes of each does not matter in the sea Because all emotion and desire is given to those who are true Command of a person is just one thing The desire to destroy is another The Sea Blue Eyes will see no bother cause it bares it all Even the utmost desire To be continue.
God's Perfect Creation In the beginning the Father and the Son Were revealed in all creation. Christ spread out the heavens above And laid the earth's foundation. With His hands He hung the world in space And fashioned the flowers in the field. He filled the earth with such beauty That only a Creator's mind could yield. He wrote the message of love On everything He created; All creation to last forever; Perfection its beauty stated. Every tree and shrub was made For a specific reason, But because sin entered Everything has its season. Every single flower Breathes its fragrance into the air. Its beauty unfolds from a tiny bud As our Creator does declare. The sun sheds its light on the day, So that our vegetation grows; Gives life to the many seeds That farmers water and sow. God in His infinite wisdom Created a place of beauty here. A place for mankind's enjoyment, Such pleasure with God to share. But sin entered the garden And rebellion took a hold. Due to one wrong decision, This beautiful earth found death and mold. God's Perfect Creation became tainted With sin and it miseries. Death touched every living creature And extended to the lakes and trees. Fear replaced peace and love And nakedness was found. What a disappointment for our Creator— The curse of sin spread all around! Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com
PLAN A (frica) Such splendor Gazelles by the thousands, flawless Springing into green and golden dawn Staggers the thought Sucks the air Roars lion thunder, roars again---- sated, delighting Cubs cuffed for bothersome nips Grabs the gut Night drops under a falling dome of star sky suddenly --no warning to bid adieu the sun Such magnificence declares: Big Bang was just plan A more to come
Take a picture. Halfway between, two extremes, film exposed to light; Corrupt or cleansed, shaking hands, or about to fight. Make a picture. Roll film right back, start again, I am what you see. More film to load, left alone, so many stills to be.
In the vast beauty and diversity of the reaches of the cosmos impresses upon us all the shear minute dust we are in any comparison The simplicity of laws that govern it's most basic and complex movements Birth , Life , Death some would distain this as "circular" as the patterns in creation are for all things existing within its confines the birth , life , death of stars , galaxies entropy and the recirculation of those elements into new structures encased in the womb for new material apply equally to the diversity of structures cycling on the little blue marble seed sprout bush tree seed seed sprout plant flower seed seed baby child adult seed same down onthe cellular level same down tothe atomic level and its clock in a state of perfectly circular self propagation For those who foolishly accuse us of being CIRCULAR Let me explain a simple something how we measure time in the cosmos is based on a circular orbital movement of planets and stars and as for thinking are questions seeking answers which just lead to more questions and that's the beauty of it simplicity defines even the most complex systems that function right down to the circuit boards for computers and technology Mama seals it with Kiss Keep it simple stupid anyone who doesn't know a clock embedded in the universe has not recognized his own Ecc 8:17 9:5-10 COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller via Duboff Law Group LLC
Matzos slip into their mouths Voices project merrily...tonight is The night of Unleavened Bread Lamb and other delicious Meats and veggies... satisfies our taste buds What a splendid night it is! Wine's brewin' in our wine cups The dinner table - creates pleasant talk During this meaningful night There's moments of quietude When it comes to de-leavening our lives But, there's moments of gladness On this night of peacefulness Cheesecake - a delightful treat to savor During this night of pure bliss
When I am with you, I feel like nothing else matters generally in this world to me. When I am with you, though I did not know how you do it, but I never want to be without you for a second. with you, I feel fulfilled and comforted. What more would I have asked for? In you I have found the woman I have ever wanted and always dreamt of To some, beauty is the carriage you have but to me, beauty goes beyond that look of yours. No doubt about that, that a lot of people would give anything, just to be with and around you because you are beautiful That, without doubt, is the truth. But to me, with all the beauty in you, it would have been so meaningless to me if that beauty that springs from within you is not there Do not get so confused when it seem like I cannot do without you, The reason is not far fetched, It is just because I have found in you true, genuine and unadulterated beauty and love. With you I have found a solution to my puzzle, have found an answer to my quest and my adventure is completed in you. Words are cheap but not easy to come by. With you, I see this world as the most beautiful gift nature has given me. You have given me peace of mind and joy insatiable. With you, I have found true love manifest itself. Always will I be appreciative of that which I have found, ...in you!.
Jimmi cannabis sweeps Toward deepening feet Doesn't call a river to wash me out of the Sea I'm deepening the beat Jimmi Cannibis leaks Lie's of the beast Jumps out a door when you can't feel my heat Wait in the warrior horde if you'd love to hear me speak And adore the geeks Streaking like tweets Lessoning like the little Blessings by an unholy fiddle Crosses to manage the middle Oh yes, Danger could be yours too ya widow
In it's floating presence One gains hope Through it's gorgeous glow One finds the beauty Finding the hope to push on and See Gaining the vision...that All is Not Lost Floating in the it's sea of Dark Speckled with the Lights that were Seen once Glows the beauty of that which must BE Seen Never Wavering Always Moving Shining Evermore To bathe thee in rich Silver
I'm So Thankful… I'm so thankful for everything the Lord has made... Everything he's created… His beauty is displayed! I'm so thankful for the breath I have to breathe… Until that one day, from this earth, I shall leave. I'm so thankful for the way God has made so evident. The principles of his word… Are so relevant! I'm so thankful for the beauty and glory he's shown… It has brought blessings and healing to my home! I'm so thankful for the many things he's done for me… He's given me his love which flows abundantly! I'm so thankful that each day,.. Is another to live for him… He's taken away my pain and has forgiven every sin. I'm so thankful that I can write these words from my heart. I know that he's with me. And he'll never depart! I'm so thankful that you're reading what I've been saying… May this cause you to once again start praying! I pray that this same Jesus I know… Who's merciful and kind… Will speak words of hope to you and give you a peace of mind. I pray that before you go to bed and this day has ended. You'll allow Christ to have your heart "amended." Thank you Lord! For what you've done and are going to do… It's another way that I can say "I LOVE YOU!" Thank you Lord! For all that I've received and so much more… You've made my life complete… And are worth living for! By Jim Pemberton
To appreciate nature, watch sunbeams gild peaks of white. And see countless ice crystals, morph into jewels of light. Marshmallow clouds float across a vista of liquid blue. And when a scarlet sun sets, clouds absorb a crimson hew. Earth's emerald jungles grow like a sash of vivid greens. And beige sands ripple deserts, into dunes of shifting scenes. See sparkling sapphire rivers, exquisite and still serene. And the rich mossy tones, where leaves yield to evergreen. Watch waves of aquamarine, capped with crests of frothy brine. And crystalline fields of ice, form frozen sheets of sunshine.
I met you in a story long ago Between the pages of a book I found you there, pouring your heart onto the paper It was a mixture of tears, blood and flowers The blood fertilized the ground, Your tears watered it And out grew the blossoms They fell onto the starched white pages And became letters Sprinkled with periods, commas and exclamations Lots of exclamations. And there in that leather-bound volume I watched your life unfold I saw the scars upon your heart The gashes across your head The sores on your body And I saw the light within your eyes. I met you in a book you wrote So long ago And without even seeing your face I knew you so well. Strange More of you was revealed in that book Than could ever be told by your body.
Something feels wrong – the atmosphere Feels dry upon my skin I remember the summertime and its blessed breeze – it kept On flowing… blowing… bestowing… jovial love for the renewal of your heart… Once bleeding… Beating… from deep within Accept me For who I am… Accept me… Do you ever ponder About the good times We've shared? Have you Erased it From your mind Forever? I wish You could rise like the sun when the dawn comes rolling in The fog Surrounds us… With gloominess There's no need To feel my stress Remain Stress-free For eternity Dread Is caressing your soul Don't let it DEVOUR YOU. YOUR. Life. Is. Meaningful. Believe me… Please… Keep it at ease… Cast away the sorrow Flick it off into space I'll be there To run the race With you So wipe away The blue liquid… blinding your eyes DON'T. Be. Afraid… Don't be burdened By the shame Sway with me In the wind… Where peace Grows on and on and on… Forever – Until the demise Of the dawn Let the clouds Drift away And sleep without Disturbance… And don't forget To pray for The blessed breeze Let me help you Track down the worries That try to BREAK. YOU. Don't let it get to you No matter what Your body is warm Your eyes glisten And reflect Fascinating light. Shimmering With All Of Its Might. Something feels right… AT LAST!
Timeless beauty to behold Wisdom, glory, sights untold Mountains crowning into crystal skies White clouds floating gently by Soft breeze blowing, caressing leaves Whispered nothings to the trees Evening's shadow begins to dance In hidden corners, a stolen glance Scents so strong and warm and true Mingling sweet, the earth's perfume Filling body, soul, and mind Misty memories of another time A time which can't quite be recalled Yet forever lingers through it all Water trickling over rocks Mind at ease, all worry stops Wrapped in comfort's warm embrace Abounding, peaceful, calm and grace Nature's beauty filled with song A tranquil scene to dwell upon
a hollow shell of tangled synapses sparked into gradual madness which drowns out the truths of the day as the mind reeks of the rotten sad moments that swirl in the rancid soup of forgotten dreams dreams that once traced a gentle path of innocence dreams that reached for pure love's tender touch dreams now paralysed but once vivaciously alive what became of those fresh dreams and hopes as they lie mustily on dusty bookshelves torn into shreds by time's fine scimitar devoid of the touch of raw passion when all that remains of love is a hollow shell
THE ROAD The road ahead is long; it's also wide 'T has all the promises of a fulfilling ride That need not mean that you speed along Like those who the meandering highways throng Create your own pace; it's your ride after all When to start or stop; it's your own call Yet, don't lose control, but focus ahead Tread over the bumps and stop when it's red Learn the rules as you drive and maintain the pace Respect the signals, but steer your own race Watch out for dangers in people and places And revel in the beauty of wide open spaces At times, it'd be good to stop and take stock Unnecessary baggage, unload and unlock Turn back and look; take in what is past And ensure that you have the power to last At times the path may be dangerously rough But remember that you are sturdy enough; and tough And that you have, in your hands, the power to steer Through tempests and hazards that the multitudes fear In those times and places, when the weather is fine And, on what lies ahead, the sun does brilliantly shine Accelerate the tempo and drum your fingers As you enjoy the beauty for as long as it lingers Whatever it is; and wherever you go Remember what you are and what you know Of all you've seen and what you have yet to see Of what you are and what you can ultimately be So that, when, for one last time, the brakes you apply You can, at last, exclaim with a final sigh "The journey's been great; 'tis been a wonderful drive That has made me blessed for being so alive!"
A child I am, a child of love Seeking my universal home Seeking the creator of my being Building my faith and courage Love, my foundation My spirit, navigating me To where I originate from
....The noise of nothingness stood....The soul relinquished to...Changing leaves filling the minds eye....Trees reaching out an at one another...Harmony captured in the distance,fading....Silence deep..Within journeys...whisphers in a rush...swirlings of colors of beauty as seen in a dream..perfections place...Time washed in the waters undemised...Heart of a razor tipped rage....Tears shattered upon shadows..Within the works of aweness....flashes of insperation ingnite thoughts of action to be excuted...Drawn back to the sernity of the walking waters...Sweet colors faded around one another;painting an epic of time and tradegy of beauty and strife....surpadding of words--aweness within every breath....the soul is touched...Nothingness....nothingness....more enclasped than what was expected....relinquishment of a warrior....
Colors Hold The Flowers Tight Here we are again once again Before the same actions as before Fragrances of the myriad of flowers That come and go before us, yet never change In the fading scent and sense we make of time In that vault we cannot open on nature's game Our garden grows again once again like us Cultivating and up-earthling old ways Not always going on in the same direction But always towards the sun Being in accord with one another Never made us the same one The myriad of colors hold the flowers tight They take on the same brevity of purpose Stopped again once again after season falls Wanting no more And wanting to do just that
If we break life down into small little victories, It won't be long until the battle is over, And before we know it, The war will be won.
There is no destiny too small "For all the world's a stage" And we all have parts to play Too many minds are in a cage They can't hear what their hearts are trying to say Mirrored images reflect silent Shadows in the night The dying of the light, too violent To be captured in the conscious sight But small wonders that should astound Go by and by unnoticed And die with out a sound Candle wax that drips and falls On the tattered pages of my book A picture image of enchantment That is permitted not a second look But holds more beauty than a rose that thrives Though that faded majesty survives If only in my memory The honored heroes trapped in stone As if saints and angels dare to weep Their holy congregation born Of promises no man could keep For beauty in it's modern form Consists of statues in the storm For there in lies a nature dark Of which we dare not speak Tiny frailties leave no mark Nor no glory seek Poverished light that can not gleam For the penalties we owe And lies in the dark, afraid to dream But as we beckon, will not go
Taj Mahal is the beauty of ages; A beauty lost in time,and lost in dreams.
Lady Moon Full moon, you brighten up the night sky Lady Moon, cool, serene, and beautiful Your splendor surpasses all. Come to me, Stay with me, Lighten up my life Oh wondrous beauty! You rise up in golden brilliance Then turn into silvery radiance Keep on shining, Moon of Blue.
Mirror of no lies Me versus their perfection Smiling in my skin
The sun shines through a misty haze As the river sparkles so A love song plays on the radio And the whole world seems to glow The suns rays turn to a billion gems Before my very eyes And a magic, mystic harmony It all around me lies. Two brown ducks hang around my legs As I blow some music out These ducks take pleasure in my tunes Of this there be no doubt As I give some bread to each of them Those hungry little fellows And watch them gobble it all up On this morning soft and mellow The wife and daughter in the kitchen They call out 'chow is up' There's eggs, and bacon, and fried bread And hot tea in a cup Then Gus, the dog comes bounding up To cadge his share of food On this morning here in Nornalup I'm in a bliss filled mood.
That day, the sky delineates the beauty of a golden dusk, The dusk which shed the azure of a day, The dusk which seduce the earth to picked up her shadow upon the moonlit, To the dear night she sang, Chanted about the grief of a daylight, Wrapped neat the anxiousness within the side of a jaded soul, Shush the wishsong when the world began to burke, That day, in the hubbub sense tucked a prayer, A prayer with all improbabilities of a reality, A prayer with all of the naivete, Is the prayer in her desire to have a pair of impossibilities, A pair of wings, A human being who literally could not set down the sky with her bare feet, A gifted creature with the remarkably things around her yet full of limitations, A naive prayer but able to bring tiny grin on that day, That day, that single beauty returned to her essence as a needy creature who craved for the existence of the almighty
Below the mist covered mountains lies a valley of beauty so rare As I view from the flowery meadow, I look on in awe and stare It's moss covered slopes in carpet, a greenery so rich like a vein The hillside undulations grace like a wedding dress train The cascading of translucent pure, these waterfalls of delight Each with a different voice as they sing through the day or night Trees so iconic standing proud as they reach up to the warming sun Magnificent they are in their splendour, they're not to be outdone As I sit down and admire the meadow, it's riches befall my eyes The colours of greens and pastels makes every one a prize As I close my eyes and listen, I hear many marvels all around From insects that buzz to chirping birds in this beautiful surround I turn my head as she calls me, my love in her white summery dress She's my lily of the valley, her beauty in my eyes caressed We lie back and take it all in, this place on this planet earth For our children and our children's children, it's kept in it's worth Below these mist covered mountains lies a valley of beauty so rare Is there anywhere else out there, that could possibly compare http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-11.php
Oh take me into the eternal Beauty of that world Where I can sing a melody Adoring you my love Where I can feel the freshness of Your ever refreshing breath And can dive deep in to the charming Beauty of your eye's depths Where beauty can fire me to fly Higher and higher And poetry can become a Moon to Inspire and inspire Oh take me into the eternal Beauty of that world Where I can sing a melody Adoring you my love Where I can feel the fragrance of life When others have lost their roads And are gloomy and sad without Hope Where music can fill me With the joy of love & eternal happiness Where sound can bring peace In my mind and heart Oh take me into the eternal Beauty of that world Where my lyrics can become A song of the singing bird Koyal* Where my faith can bring a smile On sad and gloomy faces Like the smile of a new born child Oh take me into the eternal beauty Of that world Where I can sing a melody Adoring you my love And can get lost till I feel The freshness of your ever refreshing breath Ravindra Kanpur 29th Nov. 2009 *A melody singing bird of India (like the Nightingale of John Keats) Koyal mainly sings in the season of spring.
I wish To be a pigeon soaring in the morning sky I wish I have all my issues fly out the windows I wish My whole body could simply wither away I wish To start anew and be on a fresh start I wish I had the ability to fly I wish To have a talent of writing cheerful, exquisite poems I wish I could be a wonderful guy I wish I could have a future family and be the best father in the world I wish I could have a positive mindset I wish I had the desire to talk things out and live a peaceful life
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On the rooftop of an abandoned building, Overlooking the mighty blue sea. She danced her worries away While the sun slowly disappeared in tranquillity. Her beautiful n colourful Aura, Swayed with her every move. As she danced to the beat of her heart, Her soul moved with a rhythmic groove. With the sounds she heard around her, She created her own musical beat. The bells around her ankles, Added a unique sound as she moved her feet. She danced and danced for hours, As though she was in a world of her own. One where she expressed herself fully, When left completely alone. The ethereal light from the moon, Created a magnificent spotlight glow. As though the Gods' from above, Where watching her on show. She began to slow down, Caught her breath n came to rest Cooled herself with water and felt a little refreshed. She looked at the breathtaking view. A blissful moment she experienced every day. One her dad taught her to appreciate, When he use to bring her up here, after ballet. The rooftop holds many priceless memories for her And a place her parents use to share their endless love. A kiss on the cheek felt, as a gentle breeze passed her by. Tears rolled as two bright stars twinkled at her from above.
A promise to behold Unfolding not to be rushed Wait, hope and trust; it'll be.
She. She, remains just out of focus, an elusive portrait, etched in the corner of the mind's eye. she, sometimes strays into view, a blurred mirage, of burnished words cast in indelible dye. she, steals fragments of each day, a welcome thief, of emotions left in some dusty space. she, scatters my poems in the breeze, an invited spell, that vanishes into the wind without a trace. she, renders me mute and so often blind, the wild dreamer, a seeder of impossible thoughts in the mind. she, brings the elements of nature to me, a gentle healer, she unfolds my thoughts setting them free. she, comes and goes as she chooses, an untamed spirit, soothing the very place that she bruises. she, rouses me in nights of empty slumber, a murmured breath, brushing my cheeks with kisses too many to number. she, remains to me the enigmatic one, a burning riddle, yet she stays with me as each torturous day is done. she, my heart knows not why she stays, my consistent constant, filling up my nights and consoling my days. she, deserves so much more from fate, the truest soul, she loves too much and knows not how to hate. she, arrives again tonight as I lie awake, a thoughtful shield, my coat of armour in a world far too fake. she, stays with me and within me stays still, the true one, and to dwell deep in my soul is where she always will. she, from whose cup I have so greedily drank, a giver of life, I have not the words with which to her wholly thank. she, knows how desolate a world this can be, my sustainer of hope, and of life and of breath is what she will always be.
Pretty little singing bird Pretty as can be! Singing, the sweetest melody Serenading me Pretty little singing bird You make my heart sing! Pretty little singing bird Will you be my friend? With my love of writing And your sweetest songs We can make the world A beautiful place With our own personal, unique style Pretty little singing bird Don't fly away! Did I scare you? Won't you stay? Be sure to tell your animal friends To come visit me soon! I love you Pretty little singing bird You are, my sweetest friend!
I've dreamt of a time, When I could drink clean water, I've dreamt of a time, When I could eat clean food, I've dreamt of a time, When people would be able to see, That all should be treated equally, I've dreamt of a time, Without sorrow, Always telling myself "It will come tomorrow." I've dreamt of a time, Without war, For it fills the shore with bodies of those I adore, I've dreamt of a time, When I wasn't looked at, As just being some black, I've dreamt of a time, When I wasn't looked upon by the ignorant, As being some illegal immigrant, I've Dreamt -Jerome L. Kidd Jr.
Rain dripping on the window Sunshine shortly follows Too much beauty in this world That isn't meant for us Fighting, killing, spilling blood All for nothing Blood pouring like a flood Erupting innocence on youth Strange as it may seem We all are to blame Just looking past it all Nothing to be done or so we seem to think Not wanting to be apart Just sitting in the dark Waiting for the chosen one On our knees we pray each night By dawn we awake Forgetting what we had asked Foolishly we dig the graves of our children or there's to walk the land of ours This room shall shine with gladness with arms wide open wild and free Tis the dawning of a new day Flowers growing where we touch Living for the beauty inside Shall remain for all to see Rapidly it's becoming more Harder to look past it all Closing your eyes won't take it away The screams you'll still hear and it will follow wherever you go
A sun drenched day decided it needs some sleep, again A nigh time shadow leads to nocturnal noises, again Then it came; first a bat frequency noted its presence Then it's sharp noise; first the crunch, then the crackle We looked up high, the moon beam caught our eye We turned to leave, the beady prey took swoop Too small, it's shadow cast upon our faces; we turned It's breath caught her hair; no scream just a jump The nocturnal hunt in full flow, we stood firm Then the beats, then the chorus, then the cracks A crescendo of noise; more creatures, more shadows Why run? Why care? Why dare? Why here? Don't fear the nocturnal nature hunt A carnivore, a herbivore; an omnivore; All present, all here, big and small We are mere spectators; they don't care Natures sway, their way, never to decay We stood firm We closed our eyes We listened We danced We felt at one Oh nocturnal noises; natures natural music By Shane Cogan (September, 2013)
So much beauty in each rose Vibrant colors of the lilies Scents of all the violets Everyone with varied charms Different flowers bring such splendor Gifts of loveliness & sense their own Magnificent is each one of them Never meant to stand alone~ In all seasons they do gather Weather far away or at home Women like each flower, varied But all needed as we roam Every spectrum God did cover All shapes, colors & sizes needed For in every woman are seeds galore As every woman beautifully blooms her own
She wasn't the perfect description Not of less beauty or over pretty Cannot be said to be an angel Or the goddess of the beauty But, honestly, I must say Yet, she was a pretty damsel That her sweet voice on phone Was more beautiful than her image. I walked along with her Many thought ran through me I wasn't too keen about her beauty For her beauty only lies in my eyes She is indeed an asset to guide jealously. Alayande Stephen T. 5.15pm 23rd November 2007 Still in the bus at Ogbagi-Akoko.
I will never fully comprehend. The beauty of God's love that I have within! From where I was, to where I am today… I praise him! More than words can say. I shall give him all honor, glory and praise. And be obedient to him, all of my days! He's more precious to me than ever before, His presence in me— I need so much more! His marvelous love, shall bless me to the end… For this, I say, "Hallelujah", "Glory to God!" and "Amen!" By Jim Pemberton
My names symbolize and mean victorious. I am a soldier of a higher power. I am one that is here on a direct mission: To defend the defenseless. I am a sword. The sword strikes those who attack the weak. So that the attackers feel the wrath given to me, And understand that I treat them as they treat others. So that the weak know, They are never alone in this fight. I am a shield. The shield defends and respects. It respects that all are human, I am wisdom. I step back and watch the skirmishes of life, I review them rationally, So that when I join a battle, I know, I am on the right side. There is a higher power. It inspires me to act. But It is kinder than I. It would forgive where I would strike back. But I will fight anyways, For it is my duty to fight other battles. Life is a fight, But I… I am a sword. I am a shield. I am wisdom. I am… Victory!
To get lost amidst a painting cast into my mind falling into my eyes all these scenes creating fast forward and rewind all that is before me, can shatter into behind the distance between us is clearly insurmountable oh, but the numerous ways you captivate me, they truly are uncountable a clearly jumbled message symbollically unpronouncable to place visual sound upon the wall one of mankinds best achievements of them all began our understanding of this home we call oh those myths so long and tall the many graces and disgraces of our rise and fall these forces that drive, or events contrive to wither and die or somehow survive the riddles left behind, from a picture once scribed a monumental scene so puzzlingly described from somewhere deep within the mind that 'til now had lain blind until the light helped you find accesible yet locked away those emotions that run astray to gaze upon this scene and melt into your dream these secrets that you weave concealed tricks flourish from your sleeve the inconceivables you make me believe the truth you make my eye deceive all the abstracts I dare to conceive a flick of your wrist, a twist of your brush however the blood may rush or whatever need you must I place in you absolute trust a splash of blue here to make your point clear guiding eyes far and near colour all the space between a timeless beauty in no need of a dream expertly blended, with neither crease nor seam these various regions of the whole glorious picture the beauty portrayed could almost rate scripture so drain your glass and raise your pitcher a subtle change in the texture of the tone as dramatic as the angle that glance is thrown collisions of kaleidescopic insight you've woven and sown a majestic masterpiece i'm sure you've known as from those first daubs of paint you planted this seed you've grown that sprouted this vision which before you is shown. ©John-Ovan.P.Hull
The ocean seems so relaxing when you hear the wave Healing sounds that can clean a soul and save Even when the waves brings in an unknown Dodging the sadness can be shown And the things become more easy None will dance with balance so steady Can a person by the ocean feel free of fright Embarking conquest with passion that last in the day and night Out on the beach on the sand we dance on a spot For we hold our friends and an family a lot Tricky the waves move with a trance each day Hardly understandable to what I have to say Even when the wind pushes the water most Onto the sand by the ocean cost Cites that people love to see and use as a passionate source Even when it the wind blows the ocean waves set a different course And finely the wave pulls back and forth in a lash Notes that make music in every ones ear with a splash
In you… I see God's beauty displayed! His work in you life… Has been portrayed! In you… I see a desire to truly be… The kind of person Christ wants others to see! In you… I see an inner beauty God's given… It clearly shows, in the way you're livin'! In you… I see a faith and certainty… You want to be with Christ, for eternity! In you… There's a grace and love so evident! Christ' love in your life, is ever so radiant! In you… I wish for God's very best today! May he bless you! !n everything you do and say! In you… There is a goal and an ambition… To be more of a Christ' like creation! For you… You've chosen and decided… All that you are… God has provided! By Jim Pemberton
The light once so bright In the humble dandelion, The power that amazed us In the migrating birds, The patterns so intriguing In frost on the window Are not lost forever, merely Held in reserve, Awaiting sweet release From the numbing effect Of fixed preoccupations, From the stealthy separation Of projected self-propulsion.
It is the storm that we brave when there is no sight to see. But that of your beauty that I strive for when I live this life in despair. It is there my heart soars is where the eagle is. Way up yonder in the blue skies of heavens grace. There my soul laids deep in a love of wonders and maze. That of an angel to which darkens my door steps. Not with death does she bring but that of my heart she holds there. It is with love I have lost myself as I search to find again. But there you shine a light brighter then the moon itself. As I see a star shine through them cloudy days. Just knowing you are there and we share the greatest thing of all. And that is the love of two hearts desire. That it is there I breathe the air of my breath as my love is that of an undying one. As you squeeze my heart to which you hold and keeps me pushing for more. As I find myself loving you more with the words that cut so deeply. It is there it bleeds for you and the way you care for one. That it isn't just your beauty I crave but that of your love I so desire to have. That of an angel with so much love that I have fallen to one knee and prayed. For God to give my heart with sweet love of devotion and you never to leave my side until our dyeing day. For there you have my heart, so be careful not to squeeze too hard. Because it is fragile and doesn't take much to shatter. As I can just feel your hands laid upon my chest as every beat it feels you are there. With great love I send a kiss to you that it may hit you square on the lips. But with that of a gentle but soft touch it carries a love so true and dear. For it is there my world is bright and snow lay. As I have found a snow angel of heaven best but with love and beauty she portrays.
Warm the touch, gentle the breeze Guiding the path on which we believe Fortunes that encumber stand firm to tether Consume my heart the flames that gather Upward eyes stare at stars that surround We blend to belong, hold back our disguise Fold around endlessly entwined
Classic going, Where are you going, It's not time to go yet. Why so childish, if you're so gloomy, On what you just said. It's not about hate, It's not about beauty, Why can't you just admit That we have beauty in a different way? There's nothing to prove, What you want to believe. If not, then you're just naive. There are a lots of beauty everywhere; Beauty in nature, Beauty in everybody, Beauty in eyes, Beauty in the world. Why can't you just admit, That who ever we are, We are considered beautiful?
I look into your soul and I am in awe I read your words and I fly to heavens doorway Each word carrying a message of beauty so profound I travel through glorious gardens I can scent each rose The colours of your garden dance before me and I sing You take me to a Ballerina and I feel her love for dance You take me to your inner soul and I cry with love so true I fly with you across the Universe and come Alive I step into a world I always knew existed But never dreamt such beauty could be shared I thank you for this gift of words that enrich my soul I want to fly back to the garden and its beauty behold You are a conductor with baton poised And I dance to the music of your words with joy Whirling, whirling lost in time and space Climbing higher and higher, upwards ever more Humbled by the experience and emotions unleashed in me.
My First love you are the reason I am alive. You are the reason I keep climbing the treacherous mountain of life. You have tenderly placed my bruised and torn heart in the palm of your hands. You have been with me from the beginning. When all hope is lost when all my dreams are shattered. There you always are waiting patiently and sensitively dancing your way into my heart. When my heart feels like it's been abandoned and my tears are swimming fiercely to reach the seashore of new hopes and dreams. I suddenly am awaken like a new born child and for the first time I can see that you have always been there waiting for me and loving me unconditionally My innocence as a child was stolen but you gave it back to me by blessing me with a young heart and a very youthful appearance. So that by your grace I can bask in the beauty of youth without fear and scars. I have been betrayed by those close to my heart but you stepped in and blessed me with courage and strength and unveiled the beauty of my heart. You have blessed me with the finest pearls, my children that shape my heart You have shined your light in the fabrics of my heart and manifested compassion and covered in your blood, gently stepping in the fountains of the waters of life a rainbow of empathy made a home in my heart. You are my first love, you are the reason I am alive and my children the pearls that shape my heart. I love you. tropicalangel
In the evergreen lush portrait of fern garden, I'll rest amongst twilight's easy hour of the restful, Let the shadows of troubled world thus pass me by, For I've found my Eden of paradise lost. Glen shall I, dreams of sincerity, tranquility and Wealth of enlightenment beyond measure, for Here truly I'm free, an unbound spirit of natural Beauty. Listen to the song bird of the unchained melody, Singing so effortlessly, I'm a listening whisper Clinging to its message of peace and harmony. Behold at night's approach, as I watch the golden Sunset burst against the horizon wild, no palettes Canvas could match its untamed brilliance, I'm left in awes amazement. No brush stroke could capture this picture Perfect vision before my beguiling eyes, I'm lost within its natural raw force of the Elemental coloring of the elegance, here in The fern Garden. 02-14-2015 THE FERN GARDEN
I'm a child in heart I'm sensitive, So don't misuse it I'm God's special child I need to respect My zealous Father I need to honor Him With my young heart, I pray for freedom How awesome are Your deeds? Relieve my heart's ache Help me escape From the darkened pit I can be active And beat that race I'm on God's good side God's mercy Aids me in times of trouble I appreciate His consideration He fulfills me with elation
Its the little things that brighten your soul just a little bit more than it was before To be captured is unlikely Yet you have found it so freely Feel how serene in that moment you have seen For such beauty created is unique and will not ever repeat
It is there to which we live,the beauty of one's heart. The kindness,the joy,the love each of us share. It is there deep in the heart we care not just for ourself's. But others we tend to shed a tear or two because it is felt. It is the beauty of one's heart to which we live even the bitterness. But with love we still find a way to share what is deep inside. That even a sad scene can make us cry the hurt or emotion we feel. It is that of ourself's we make others believe we are even if not. But down deep, it is the beauty of the heart we love most of all. But even through our actions we see that you still care. It is in each person the grace of God near, telling us to be nice. But it is us being who we are that makes us so great then most. Cause it is the beauty of the heart we love each other with care. But most of all, it makes us human and not all have that love to share. So be gentle with words and beauty of the soul we seek. It is there we are fulfilled even in darkness a light shines from down deep. But be of the heart cause is a most valuable access to life itself.
aligned with cuteness; it meows and it purrs, showing a side of genuine innocence, it even makes you playful. to a child it's meaning is unlimited; so precious and rare, once you liked it, you can never return it, again. inspiration on it's own; with pureness to be shown, makes the true meaning of being the only child good enough in the world.
SSRI's and I ... ... the sounds of thoughts clattering, my neurones sparking, like Dylan said, my morning recedes jingling and a-jangling, worn down by this leaden knot, tearing my insides out, the cacophony drowned in a whisper, lost in a silent shout, dreams and screams scratching the back of my dry throat, caged in, liberation hovering like a mirage beyond the moat. I claw my way, slowly, through a thicket of solitude, feeling my emotions peeling, stung by unseen nettles, crawling to an open field, to rest, beneath a sky ablaze with stars, as my mind glides, brushing the soft grass as it peacefully settles ...
The sum is much greater than just its parts. More than a thought it grows in your heart. I look at all these pieces that make up me. When they join together, beauty you see. I look across a field and see many trees. Upon a closer look, grass and a river I see. They all present beauty when they are apart. But put together, they are a painting in my heart. I look up and see the grandness of the sky. My imagination grows wings like birds fly. There also is the sun along with the clouds When put together the picture it allows. It all seems to change as I head toward night. The sun explodes in colors, the sun still shining bright. Darkness soon approaches the stars and moon in sight. It paints a picture of peace and everything is alright. As we journey through night it shall start over again The sun greets the horizon much like a good old friend. The light shines downward, revealing each and every part. When they join together, they are a painting in my heart.
Like a spirit bathed in a soft warm light You stepped out of the ethereal mist. Your beckoning smile I could not resist. Your presence was overwhelming, And engulfing my senses, Shattering my world And destroying my defenses You reached out your hand And as I held it in mine, I felt the power of your glory And knew the meaning of divine Your touch was so tender It made my heart weak, My body felt limp And I could not even speak You looked deep in my soul With eyes so calm and so clear, Searching for my truth And all I held dear. You found my very essence And the core of my existence And with unyielding trust I offered no resistance. I gave myself freely With faith and with love, For I knew in my heart You were a being from above.
In the twilight of a Summer day In a barren place far, far away I came upon a yellow flower among the rocks and scree Through great strain she pushed through the stones ..and in this blight she made a home She made me smile as I looked down and she looked up at me A thing of beauty so misplaced No palace garden or jeweled case Just me and her out in the wastes, what is, but shouldn't be
Within the bounds of heaven is a mighty sea. It has no boundaries. It goes on for infinity. Its crystalline surface is like a million tiny mirrors looking back at me. Enraptured by this fairy tale like body of water and its properties. Its chemistry cannot be cataloged. Its elements are unforeseen anywhere else in the entire galaxy. It is a pure and holy extension of the waters of the throne room of Jehovah. Its gates are opened every once in a million years to cleanse the earth. The waves of this sea brings a calm to me. Like the mighty rushing waters in the heart of my King! Cascading currents of peace. Peace and calm. Calm and peace. Rhythmic waves that dance and carry healing to all those who seek it through the King. Come to the waters of Mighty Jehovah. Come to the waters and splash and sing! Sing praises to the King of the Universe! To the King of Everything! Come and Sing at the edge of the Crystal sea! Gwendolen Rix 2-21-15
It is seeing the stars in the light of the Sun in the daytime It is hearing the heartbeat of a rose as it blossoms in the spring It is smelling the scent of love in a desert which has no sign of a bird in the grave-silent sky It is speaking a similar language with butterfly-fish and dolphins as you explore the enchanted floors of an ocean in the tropics It is being at One with everything that is around you in your soul, making you to be part of the fabric of the Universe
The Mountains stood so high, Yet, their shadows fell so low. Distances between them both seized screeching winds, And I did hear each one of them bellowing an echoing blow. Big Birds with white long feathers were flapping their wings They just flew up into those baby blue skies soaring way up above. You tell me why up atop a Mountain befalls pure sparkling crystals of white snow. The Sun shines down upon dried out fields or drenched out botanical gardens, Yet it maintains its abundant rays brewing up some new batches of summer love. You tell me why God made this great big world with just one pure heavenly white dove. Oceans too deep and waves too slow, still they manage ripples and shine a dazzling glow. In between natural layered sands, my rapid creative perceptions finally began to grow. Seals and whales ride atop tides with a bit much pride I'd never seen the likes of such. You tell me why Nature's Beauty is so slow in revealing itself for us to get to know. The Moon leads with guides bringing cascading lights back to life by a smell or touch. You tell me why my luck struck the Mother Star granting my life with more than enough. You tell me why days of light and nights of dark make white puffy clouds perk and fluff? Abounding around this big Earth Nature's Beauty spurts out plenty of its heavenly love! ®Registered: Ann Rich 2005
Hidden beneath the shadows, Feeling her fingers upon his lips, Knowing that she has come for thee, With lips gentle as a rose. The dark beauty that he once knew, Lost with the love he once held, Who once cradled him in her arms, Like a newborn babe. She was the one, Who watched over him, As he grew, Sheltered from the world beyond, Having his bubble popped, Before he was fully grown. Dropped into this pitiful world, That scarred him, Made him the beast, That dwells within his head. She was the one that made him, Who he was, The one that once gave inspiration, The one who gifted him, With pen in hand. He learned to express himself, Through his art, To hide himself in the shadows, Where he believed he was safe, But it didn't last long... Once he learned to love, His dark beauty disappeared, And to this day, He still searches for her, She's the piece that's missing. He knows that he'll find her someday, And will restore that part, The vital piece that is needed, To break free of this hold, To be normal for once, And never know pain anymore.
sparks of chemistry, never seen before. link to unity, one can admire. set in a distance, scenery to be seen. more than a mirage, better than any illusion. treasured like a hidden secret, feelings unlike any other emotions. valued more than oriental jewels, rarer than any rare pearls. striking in any mood; spontaneous and random, enticing to the senses, arousing to the mind. weakness for the romantic, better than chasing chaste. friendship with no waste, attraction that sets unlimited passion a reality!
constructive criticism at the first sight seen, opinion that lasts a lifetime. your first look is so overwhelming, idea so bright; pictures of you that shines, impresses even the enemy of mine. a critic's tool, one can never fool. expression with meaning, sophistication with feeling. arouses emotions, a long lasting notion. vague but deep, puts you into a trance. like an unwritten script, bold with every chance. like a rumor or a secret, takes your breathe away! teeming with surprising emotions, so critical with hidden agenda of opinions
Out in the fields on a moonlit night, there shines a star with all it's beauty and light. Its' colors are many; It's beauty is great. So how can someone say it's a mistake? The star shines on until someone comes over tells the star it's shining too bright. The star grows dim, then loses its' light. Day by day the star gets darker until it disappears, the star that shown with so much beauty is no longer here. People miss the star that shined so bright and wish it shined like before. The star hears their wishes and comes back shining all the more! Why did it stop shining, like stars are supposed to do? Well, here is one last question. Why do you? People want to see your light, so like the star, shine full and bright!
I'm the unchained melody hidden within your Inner soul, the lustful beating heart that ravishes The male beneath submission's wrath, leaving nothing To remain but ashes of erotic residue behind. I'm the lunar temptress, illuminating thy forbidden desires By the moonlights influx, a translucent being shimmering Between enchantments silken sheets of fantasy. Wants gypsy rose of paradise, shaking my private tambourine, For the golden bangles of my mid-night lover, The highway man who's stolen my heart's pleasure, And has left me aching for more. The nineties twenties flapper, a dime a dance, For a whirlwinds romance, your hotsy totsy baby, Lost in the rhythm of the wild, reckless abandonment Of music's seduction beat. Behold I'm the unsheathed rose thorn exposed, The flickering of candle light burning at both ends, The untied ribbons, releasing the loose tresses of Locks of raven hair, that covers the moon at twilight's Hour of passion. Salvation's untamed spiritual descendant, casting My vials of temptation to the winds of desert, As grains of sand, that turns golden as they land, At the feet of humanity's thresholds bed chamber. A glittering jewel of the Nile, sailing the isles Of fertility beyond the ages, towards the shores Of infinity within your arms my beloved pharaoh, I your Egyptian slave, to be commanded at your Whim's wish. Who am I, you ask in a night's hushed whisper, The one whom truly loves thee, just ask me and I will become your heart's desire, your woman of Fantasy, Why again you ask, simply put the woman Dearest beloved that loves you without Reservations control, for you are the puppet Master of my inner soul, and I love thee Beyond reasons understanding. CONTEST HOTSY TOTSY 02-18-2015
The beauty of your mother was not in the clothes she'd wear it wasn't even in the way the light danced upon her hair. The beauty of your mother is beyond these words I write her beauty came from in her soul, you saw it in her eyes. The beauty of your mother was not measured by success yet overflowing was her resplendence when you felt her soft caress. A light warming every room she entered, words melodious and sweet washing over you, as her verbal hug was your personal retreat. The beauty of your mother had really only just begun Showering you with drops of love and laughter as the sun. The beauty of your mother is what her wish would be for you, Pure happiness and joy, For you, true love, to be loved too. Remember each day your mother and the beauty that she shared all the lessons she tried to teach you and how much for you she cared. Because the beauty of your mother is not gone, its in your heart and in the skies She is in you and when you gaze at me, the beauty of your mother is reflected in my eyes.
~ Simple Wood I am thee one yonder seeking, as so in way. I leave behind me where they lay one so the many these crisping leaves, as so aspiring my feet do move to taste them freshly at last in ending. ~ ~ For it is true, they will come I know, these leaves, to play more, beyond this path I'm on the one way higher and narrow winding. For Thy will, it is this day I am finding, for all to remain to be as docile, and as free, as moreover and to secure. Beyond me and with a hand I bend one a given knee to pick one from this leafy jest a tender leaf. ~ ~ As amid the beauty so found, in abandon and so abound and in way of me, so aware. Brought, yes I am a man taken in now to see this, my one now humbled souls soul reflection so given in the certain beauty, yes the open and ever pure nature, of this tender wooding leaf, as to know, I know, I am a man one alive and so alone and just as lost without Him, so now as to gesture in way of this, just like the perfect passions of this leaf, ever so humbly, I move. To give Him this, the openness of my life, as I send back to Him His humblest of heart's, as I give to Him this the whole of my soul in due recognition, giving to Him all of what is the peaceful nature, the very soul of my free will, and so as to let go, I move to set this, my one captive spirit, free. ~ ~ As today, to be found in the here and now I too have been found and so set aloft the very wonder of the free hand of the Father, to be opened up and be made to live as one with Him, one a man ever more and moreover willing to be picked up by Him again, so to soar to one a new hight even higher, and higher aloft than ever I was before, only to be brought to lay upon the foundation of His true intentions for me and for all, to be open to be cast about and set apart yet again by Him to live life just as faithfully and honestly yes, and just as openly, yes my friend as freely as the humble soul I have now found to be one ever so sweet abandon, of this ever faithful, and patient, tendering wooding leaf the one so cast and placed in my hands and so set a ways aloft before me, and all for to know, this blessed lesson in lieu of this ever wonderous reality, all sewn and so contained herein, within this simple wood, in lieu the crisping of the leaves. Ah yes the given beauty so to be found herein, yes given in lieu and within, yes within the openness herein, found within the ever perfect freshness, of the leaves. ~
I've finally found my Special Gift In the writing of poetry Though I never viewed it as special before Just another facet of me. Poetry is part of who I am Not a hobby that I pursue It's like breathing, blinking or simply thinking It's something I've no choice but to do. And who'd have thought these words that flow In Joy and Grief and Pain Were more than a private remedy To keep me from going insane? Yet mingled upon my pages with tears To my delight and disbelief Were words of power, beauty and hope Words of love and comforting peace. I've discovered my buried treasure My blessing to share with the world I've found the way to unfold myself So the sails of my soul are unfurled I can finally see the real, true me And the long twisted paths I have taken Oh, why in the world does it take fifty years For Sleeping Beauty to awaken? I'm so thankful I've found my soul's magic I'm so grateful to share my heart's song And who would have guessed the enchantment Was right here in me all along.
The whirlpool of confusion tries to sink it, but it firmly remains afloat The winds of logic try to blow its supernatural nature away, but it still remains firm like an oak tree The flames of selfish ends try to burn it into bursting flames, but it still remains fresh and beautiful The sands of time try to hide it, but its essence of Truth resurfaces in our hearts, regardless of our culture and beliefs we are born in By: Teddy Kimathi Choice of Motif: Philosophical
There once was a woman. I, in all my searching, and all my dreaming, had never seen nor imagined such a one. In her, for a while, I found my muse, in her I thought I'd found my future. And for what seemed like the best time of my life, what seemed our own place in heaven, it all really was; but, alas, perfection's shine too wears off sometimes, and eventually we did part – eventually we did fall. I tried so hard, for so long, to forgive – but a broken heart does not so easily the hatchet bury. I wept, and I cursed, and I threatened the night sky itself; this grudge, I thought, for pain so freely given, unending – this anger boundless. All I could see was the problems with letting it go – the frustration with what had been done, the sadness with no release other than pain and being turned into this anger. My only thoughts were on how much I hated her for what she had caused me to become, to feel. Forgiveness looked, to me, weak, appeared akin to giving in to the anguish, letting it rule over my life; if I couldn't be mad at her for bringing me so much pain, then what recourse would be left me? What worse pitfalls, worse level of hell might I sink into? And yet, I forgave. Just that short while ago, and yet it does seem so very far away, I relinquished the pain, the sadness, the fury and fear – got rid of that anger, the beast's brand. Revenge was not what I needed, only time; time to see things in that crucially different way. Her face I remember, her love I'll never forget; but now, the memories bring triumph instead of tears. Triumph, that I could find such a beauty in this world, and be able to watch and join her dance. That I could make such an angel happy, no matter how long. Hope, that I could do so again; triumph, that I glimpsed the light of the heavens and came away, not unscathed, certainly not unchanged, but in the end happy – better for the experience, with a love that may have died in the traditional sense, but lives on in remembrance. Forgiveness may not always be the road to take, but in this, this time, I found my salvation; put the wrongs behind, and sometimes that's where they'll stay. It's a difficult thing to just get up and do, and might take time – but such is a challenge of moving on.
Where are you my sweet spring time, I'm heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved Of all the seasons, thou 'art my favorite, For yours is the very breathe of life itself, The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth, Nourished by the gentle breezes that you Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty, A timeless wild flower of single elegance. It sleeps this brilliant Tiffany bulb, curled up Tightly within its raw soil bedding dreaming, Oh thee, oh sweet springtime, but frozen She remains in a status freeze, waiting for A soft whispering from nature She comes be at the ready, child of the sun. Beneath winters icy chill, lays fields of dreaming Blossoms, here the verities of the pallet array Dips into the rainbows stratospheres, melting Within the earth below, to create the beautiful Bouquet that spring will draw forth. Nay the white hands of winter, smack harshly Against my window panes of sorrow, Yet within my heart is hope of the tomorrow, And the glorious joy to come, with the on set Of the promises of spring. The burning logs of holiday cheer have lost Their romantic luster, the sleds sharp blades Are placed aside, it's just too cold outside for Laughter's enchantment to take hold. The shovels of white diamonds fields that Once glistened so magically now remain Dual and tarnished, just a chores aimless Task of back aching pain to be done. I'm waiting for the breathless color burst, To feel the warmth of the sun against my White skin of palest ivory, and to hear the Street children at play once more, outside My prison door. For here I'm still looking out my window, At a wintery wonderland of ice and snow, Waiting for the spring, tired and weary of The splendor of white lace, and snowflakes. Where are you my sweet spring time, I'm heart sink waiting for thee, oh beloved Of all the seasons, thou 'art my favorite, For yours is the very breathe of life itself, The Mystic Rose grows within your warmth, Nourished by the gentle breezes that you Bring forth, a tender blossom of sacred beauty, A timeless wild flower of single elegance. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN Dedicated and inspired by My Sister Poet Mystic Rose
I am victory. I wonder: present, not past or future. I hear, sunset… and sunrise! I see with your eyes, with eyes unclouded. I want: helping, love. I am smart. I am strong. I pretend … it's alright though. I feel: happiness, brokenness. I touch the hearts, the spirits. I worry, does it help, what I do? I cry, loneliness. I am done with losing, on with choosing. I understand: alone, as in, unique. I believe: it's alright! I hope: family united – kindred-ness. I dream, conquering suffering. I try, NO… I do! I am the coolest girl in the whole wide world! I am – me!
How is it Possible? How is it possible that one can be a pluralist and still be true to the savior? I am the way the truth and the life, he said! I AM! Not confession or even faith, but I AM THE WAY! And in him was life and the life was the light of men! He is the light of the Bodhisattva! He is the light of Buddha! He is the light of Allah! He is the light of Siva! He is the wisdom of agnostic intellectuals! He is the fury of feminist revolution! He is the joy of liberation! He is the burning beat of rhythm in the streets! No man has seen God, but the SON OF MAN HATH PROCLAIMED HER!! From the Jews who he chose! To his humility to learn of the suffering of men! To his exaltation! IT HAS BEEN HIM ALL ALONG!! ONE MEDIATOR BETWEEN GOD AND MAN! I AM THAT I AM! The burning fire of love that transforms all things! And so you ask, who shall not make it? Some may see hell, but they will not stay there! For God rains on the Just and the Unjust! For God will have mercy on who she will have mercy! And so, in the end, All shall be reconciled! He is the WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE, He is the wisdom of the Vedas, He is the weak and strong force that holds all things together! And enabled Teilhard de Chardin to speak truth to power! He is the light of Ghandi's nonviolence! He is the strength of Mary's courage! He is the love of mother God! Dancing in Trinitarian Jazz, With the spirit that he wields and who wields him! God of the Chosen! God of Hagar's son! God of the East! Lord of the Magi! And King Supreme! Though meek and Lowly, He is unafraid of our exploration! He is unafraid of the beauty of men laying with men, and women laying with women! For he is love incarnate! And he is THE WAY THE TRUTH AND THE LIFE! And he shall birth new Deborah's and New Joshuas To change the face of Arrakis, For he is the Quizazk Zaterack, He is the communion of the saints and the power of the ancestors! And in him, he has reconciled male and female, Black and White, He is unafraid of justice, And with justice he wields punishment on corporate monopolies and white supremacy! He is unafraid! Risen, Strong, True, Just, but Merciful. And so in the end, all shall know the beauty of God eternal. For we shall see Angels ascending and descending on the son of man. Amen.
The beauty through broken glass Lay there thinking of the past Everyday feels like another year Begging for her to be done here She'll never leave for she has seen Such a beauty through broken glass He looks at her and it's like a dream She cannot believe such time has passed Day by day they move forward Through the obstacles they surpass Looking at the beauty through the broken glass They will make it, they will last As the day comes to and end They lay together taking in All the things that have come to pass Looking at the beauty through the broken glass.
When you are an artist, you can't escape from it. No matter how much you tell yourself that you will starve, that your'e stupid for wanting a useless degree, that you should become an accountant; you can't fight it. Maybe because when it comes down to it, you simply don't want to, or maybe its because to fight against it is like warring against yourself instead of all the evil around you. And that is exactly why you can't. Because in some inspiring, self possessing way, it helps you fight all the evil around you. It becomes your sword, a way to cut through the frivoluous, to see the beauty that sustains us all. And you want to know the most beautiful thing? When your tool to beauty becomes the tool to help cut someone else's dark. So that is why I am artist. Not simply for choosing or for sanity, but because it's in my heart, it pumps through my veins, it is my blood, it is me. I am artist. And to detach this from me is make someone new. So it is not my choice really. You asked why I choose this. But in fact, this is why I can't not choose it.
Invisibly Invisible Jealousy is a weak emotion while you're sinkin' I'm still floatin' and if I'm sinkin' I'm still coastin' cause my God keeps my life goin' to the extreme, you gotta feel this and know what I mean and if you can't comprehend, you can get the 411 through him. How can you judge me, when you don't even know me? You think that you know me cause' one time, you so-called spoke to me... My inner beauty so in depth with God's spirit my outer beauty speaks to you Close your eyes... Can you hear it? Your cars on rims can't compare to his; Gossip in the beauty shop... about that girl that speaks of God all the time seems like she can't stop You look me up and down I smile at you and you frown... Could it be the God in me that keeps you around? The way you hate me, I could never hate you The saddest part about it, you don't want to hear the truth but it is just this... He loves you as much as he loves me pure crystal, nothing fake that can break like shining stones, all so mythical so could it be that's why you look at me and I'm invisibly invisible. By: Aleasha A. Martin
Pour fourth your tranquility Show us Your endless glee You're just like a key... Unlocking me free From captivity...closing in on me Shred me like paper... my emotions rip me apart... As...if... I had no point of existing... I'd love to socialize here... But I feel so tarnished Tattered deep inside My emotions Swallow me alive Like a dark, mystical tide Pour me into His delightful cup, Oh GOD! Give me The strength to lift up my fist Shred me like paper... my life doesn't matter You make me cry tears of remorse... Hear it spitter-spatter Upon your rooftops...I wish I could mend your sores The emotions cling on to me... Always by my side I wish it would...just... Subside. . . For they always beg for me To go on a bumpy ride... Sorry...I'd rather hide And seek God's tranquility... I'll remain by His side Hopefully...I