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While you sleep I tell you all of the things I keep inside throughout day. Now that you can hear but not listen I find them much easier to say. My hopes, my dreams, my fears, and everything in between Your subconscious hears so keen, or so it seems. My tongue is soft; I speak so sweetly Knowing your reaction will never greet me. Tonight will be different in what I want you to know. It has everything to do with what I can't help but show. I hold no claim to any religion but you've given me a place for my faith. Somewhere it will never stale or lose its lavish taste. You've shown me something I can see, touch, and feel, And so before it I choose to kneel. I know I don't say it but I miss you every day. Sitting, thinking of the perfect words to be my choice, Yet when you call I can't find any of the right words to say. I'm just happy to finally hear your voice. Even just a moment is enough to sooth my heavy heart; Fearing the ends of conversations knowing we'll have to part. I'll never be too far from you, always within arm's reach, And in your days of darkness I'll be the light that you will seek. I'll never let you leave too far from me, I'll stay close behind you in this world; Secretly protecting what is mine, you will always be my girl. I only want the best for you so the best of me I will employ. Faithfully yours, I will always be your boy. I close my eyes and kiss your soft sweet lips And see the very best of you in loving bliss. I see past the physical which makes you attractive And focus on the things I can't see in which I'm attracted. Your thoughts I'd love to hear them all. Of the things you speak disinterest never makes its call. My day will come, I know someday I'll be the only one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give, to love unconditionally. Yes our day will come, I know someday we'll be as one. And you I will pursue viciously, Because I've given you the greatest gift I can give… to love unconditionally.
In winter's white, as angels cry for early spring to warm the wind, to bring to life with gentle sigh, in love, the bitter frost has thinned. For early spring to warm the wind, at Valentine's romantic calls, in love, the bitter frost has thinned, where dancers twirl amid stone walls. At Valentine's romantic calls, rebirth of nature's light divine, where dancers twirl amid stone walls, and blossoms pastel shades recline. Rebirth of nature's light divine, when day equals the hours of night, and blossoms pastel shades recline, to hail the queen of May in light. When day equals the hours of night, a summer's sun will come to play, to hail the queen of May in light, we chant and sing along the way. A summer's sun will come to play, so life can grow as gods decreed, we chant and sing along the way, with warmth and light our hunger feed. So life can grow as gods decreed, the rays of sun on seeds we've sown, with warmth and light our hunger feed, the wealth of harvest is our own. The rays of sun on seeds we've sown, in autumn breeze that chills the heat, the wealth of harvest is our own, as gold and red belies our feet. In autumn breeze that chills the heat, a year that ends with blessed Samhain, as gold and red belies our feet, the call of Ancient's name to reign. A year that ends with blessed Samhain, to bring to life with gentle sigh, the call of Ancient's name to reign, in winter's white, as angels cry.
Here I lie beside you My heart goes thump.thump.thump. My soul dances inside you Reveling in the texture of your own. Electric and flowing The currents of our love Glow like neon lights Illuminating the hope in my eyes. Though we're not moving I feel so incredibly alive Invincible to my past Untouchable by all who lack That gentle touch of when You lean in and brush my face Your lips grazing my skin Softer than a butterfly. And then you gaze into my eyes I fall into your depths Twirling like the autumn leaves Melting into your smile Your soul reminiscent of summer. You pull me into your arms And for a moment I'm lost Breathless and in awe Staring in the face of pure exquisite love And there you are - holding it Glowing in the moonlight of my stare. My heart beats - its drum pounding away Echoing a song thats lost its words I touch your cheek and smile My hands cant stay away My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours Hovering, and then - Part, a soft warmth against them. My eye lids pulling shut Dragging me into a silent heaven I pull away - and what seemed millennia Lasted only a moment, a second in time But this is our love This is what you do to me You make me invincible and fragile Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.
It is 2012 within the season of autumn in that year. Humankind knows not whether to be sad or cheer. A new sphere arrived; they call it planet kunzite. In an orbit opposite of earth, aligned perfectly right. Was it our doom, or salvation we awaited a sign. Upon the next moon, our answer came so divine. Planet kunzite was to be our new home to live. To go in peace and harmony with only love to give, No more wars or anger for any human to spread, In the stars surrounding, words are there to be read. Kunzite a jewel for everyone, especially new born, So upon each morning a new greeting shall adorn.
As spring brings life to all that sleep Spirit, body and mind renew Joy reflects in bursts of blossoms Heralding new birth to God's creation As man and nature journey as one In a dance of celebration Hope reborn in all that live As the summer of life screeches by Visitors invited, welcome to share Love, laughter, living and dying Soon comes bittersweet joy of liberation Knocking, bearing gift of freedom As mountains rise along the way As the autumn of life drifts in The lights of my eyes will grow dim Yet the hummingbird still sings Joy of my vision, my rock Through light of day or darkest night Like a child I trust, I sleep As the winter of life arrives When my tresses turn white as snow With the sound of my voice just a whisper Though shallow breath, my prayers ascend To the joy of my salvation Just beyond invisible gates I will in quiet adoration kneel Note: Written 9/17/09 By Audrey Carey Entry for Constance La France's "Why Oh Why" Contest
Freedom differs on how each men define it, like the love of autumn or cold of winter. Vast it may be but meaning is implicit, so vast that no soul can ever hinder. I define liberty as a pen and paper. Mere it is , but my understanding is sure. What is simple for you, to me strikes deeper. Thin a paper be , but it lasts to endure. The glory of ink is immeasurable, for a tender soul of mine to comprehend. Though age has numbers, I am an example, of a generation's hope for we to ascend. May the world be courageous to project art. Like this sonnet , this is where I start.
Reaching hands fingertips touching Clasping. Finally. Pull me down to golden depths of you where quiet awaits in breathless peaceful. Wrap your broken mind around my grateful soul and hear the healing songs of God's spirit .... hummingbird wings as they kiss your cheek spring breezes through autumn pines incoming tide in twilight sleep winter's first snowfall ~ open your eyes remember mine and take my hand ...
Sitting under the pale pink running rose At the end of a beautiful Autumn Day Searching for inspirational sonnet to compose For my love who lives in heaven's way To me He's like a honeysuckle vine Blooming in the month of May Sweetly fragrant essence among the pines He's like the gold of mountains that's refine To me He's like the babbling brook Sweetly singing in tune For everything in heaven He forsook Fo prove His love for me is beyond the moon Words cannot describe my love for Him But daily I'll try to draw close in His realm
Not now the Egypt of my death for I Have not seen my Bethel yet, nor have I The coat of many colors made, let me meet First the soft Rachel of my enslaved years My heart for her cannot yield to defeat No Esau can assault my love with fears Bend me only fore the God of the sky Bow me to meet his boundless sovereign eye. Then I shall rise my new name a crown for kings And bring that boy to bulwark mortal joy In this Canaan, hear now my Rachel sings Fox wit and grace, and love without alloy I am Jacob, heir to the promise of God Not yet to Egypt desolate I trod. ii Look now this sky, more blue than all I know Taste this water, how calm the rivers go Feel now this peace, the angels singing slow And yet all these hours like a prison seem Like solid bars around my silent dream. It is not for heaven yet I toil today My treasures I lay in love, and toil still Till my bright Rachel heeds and come away, Only my longing shackles here my will. How then met I her soft moon's loveliness First amidst the thirsty creatures, I am Jacob, I see His will, his plan to bless If I be steadfast, and trust in the Lamb iii I am Jacob, let me yearn, time's tame bars Shall not my spirit's wings detain. Let toil Not think it's too hard for me, I keep stars In my loins to light my hope. Dreams recoil Where love pushes me; my Rachel will be Mine. This prison then of Laban's folly Shall not crush my faith, in chains, yet I'm free For grace my ransom paid. You may tally Time in seconds brief, my God tallies it In years. I am Jacob, soar my spirit Now away, on angels ladder let me stay Till Rachel brings anew my autumn day For I shall claim atonement's jubilee When her arms are wrapped tightly around me. iv Come now, my Rachel, give me jar and string Let me from the deep well draw, let me bring Cool as praise the water up, I'm Jacob Sit here awhile, and with your servant sup. Fairer art thou than Esau's riches now Better than Isaac's legacy that I stole For you the labor of my life I vow More precious than Laban's cattle or gold. How beautiful thy face, thy dove's eyes shine Brimming my darkness with sweet stars and moon Surely you are that bride, that gift divine You are my soul's Eden abloom in June Come now, Rachel, give Jacob jar and string I claim you a kingdom for God my king.
As I headed down that highway, running from my dreams Wondering why I never stopped to take the chance Living on the edge keeps you moving constantly But there comes a time you have to learn to dance. Life is what you make it, so give it all you got Go out and have some fun and raise some hell Tomorrow will become yesterday and not return again You can't win the race by standing at the well. Looking back at all the times I've tried and always seemed to fail Wondering why God ever put me on this earth Then realizing the challenges always made me stronger And I've been given a whole lot more than I was worth. Now in the Autumn of my years, thinking back to days of glory I stop and say a silent prayer I've been to the mountains and valleys, oceans and plains When I needed You, Lord, You were always there.
I will build my house in the corner field, And the woodline will be my border. To my axe and hammer the trees will yield As I put logs and planks in order. I will build my chimney with the stones That I dig up from the earth. I will stack them high with grunts and groans, And lay them side by side for my hearth. I will till the ground and plant the seeds That are tomatoes, beans and corn. I will fish from the pond where smallmouth feed And pick fresh berries in the morn. I will count the stars in the summer sky And store wood for future burning. I will watch in wonder as deer stroll by, And take heed of the leaves' soft turning. I will gather in the autumn grains That will see me through 'til spring. I will huddle behind my frosted panes And wait for robins again to sing. Each night I'll pray before taking rest And give thanks for all of my labor, For my reward is my request – To have God as my closest neighbor.
Once in my life, breast cancer, I did not know. Which was lost, and what would be gained. I could not see, beyond her glow Faith and strength carried and remained. Unfinished things of her dreams come slow These were not to be lost, our love holds true Loss of her alluring game would not matter, I did say In life and love, she is stuck to me with glue She is more than any loss, which may take away. Pink in October shapes her autumn sky. More beautiful now she faces its lie. Sunshine wakes her in a moonlights lure. Fighting like a girl, she wins the war. Dancing as a woman she captures pink ardor. She is more than a woman, my lady, my love. Pink, pink, pink color beyond her despair, Trials and tribulations, rising glow, She has won her fight; in the pink, breast cancers beware.
Christmas day is coming soon I can hear the little drummer boys beat As I sleep under a stack of newspapers At my home here on the street I have no shade from the summer heat No shelter from a spring storm When autumn and winter roll around I have no blanket to keep me warm I have no one to talk to No doctor to keep me well My life is like the seventh circle Of an everlasting hell I have no feast on Thanksgiving On my birthday, I have no cake Most nights as I sleep in my concrete bed I pray and hope I won't wake I think about the man I used to be The one that died so long ago Now all that's left is this scruffy, filthy creature Who I don't even know Now that Christmas is here again I pray to the good Lord above For a gift that most don't appreciate Filled with lots of happiness and love I'm not talking about material things I can get by without any of that All I want is a house and a family Complete with a dog and a cat I wish every single Christmas season That my dear, sweet Lord would send me A beautiful family with warm, smiling faces Sipping hot chocolate around a Christmas tree We would have a most amazing feast A rack of lamb tied up with a bow Then we would all get bundled up And go caroling in the snow Oh, how glorious that would be To have a family and a few friends To have people who love me Even after this life ends God please hear my prayers And answer them if you can Just grant one simple Christmas wish To this old homeless man
I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new Always living from my heart not knowing what else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is just the case, people would walk over me like I was their dirty used up suitcase. Now I feel a newness coming, like a light shining from the sky, colors fill my world and I know I am blooming into a butterfly. Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming My faith leads me where I need to go giving me insight and wiseness for only me to know. I have not done this on my own you see I have been guided by God and Angels on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at it's best comes from a wise lady who seems to know me best. Lucky, I am to have her in my life, she always shoots it straight and tells me like it is, knowing her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith.. I feel like flying through the sky or climbing a tree way up high. I feel like observing the world just like a brand new butterfly so as I Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside a touch of color here a touch of color there makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly... Written By: Christina A McCullouch 04/09/2013
Through autumn leaves a brook pours forth God's life-sustaining fount of wisdom. *Entry for John Freeman's Crystaline Contest
As my soul nears it's journeyed winter resting place memories of past seasons are thoughtfully traced footpaths that were traveled which gladdened my heart grateful of the spring which gave me my start Honeyed by the bee's attracted too sweet nectar strengthened by the breeze of Nature's mentor sweet song of birds adjoining trickling brook was an opening to me of an Earthly book Scripted purpose...symbolic in every sign my soul's perseverance willingly resigns to the ebb 'n flow of universal currents energizing forces resolutely meant Joyful guidance toward long awaited embrace opportunity beckons,Heaven's consoling face as our Earth...the nursery of the soul, proper attention paid,then reimbursed with gold Summer's sun producing autumn fruit bountifully doled from beginning roots gestures solemnizing eventual union Spirits agape fulfilling another aeon....
The autumn sky attunes itself to hearts, a sour grey murky wash where lost eyes tire. with insubstantial dust it affects so, that vision blurs and minds retreat to when those aged weary organs last supped hope; and still they seek to quaff before it fades. Mere dregs they hunger as the last joy fades to quench beyond their volume broken hearts and rehydrate that desiccated hope, rejuvenate the goals before lives tire, that minds may ponder not upon the "When?" but concentrate on "What next?" and "How so?" To take uncertain step, and take it so as not to fear the fall if stair it fades, would stir adrenalin so's not to tire the fragile confidence of tender hearts, that they might respond quickly, those doves, when presented opportunity to hope. This then the grace of God, the wisp that's hope, which we in arrogance might dismiss so upon our slightest whim and if and when: an employee who on our command fades. this grace exists beyond the grasp, the hearts: phenomenon which will not doze nor tire. See now how eyes do genuinely tire as surcease emanates from new-found hope, providing respite for those weary hearts: hammock of restful sleep delivered so the love embattled souls may rally when their combined lumen some dark agent fades. Thus through harsh winter flare as daylight fades with fuel of 'the multiverse' entire, the essence of which Lazarus lit when his sisters had begged balm of Only Hope. Such embers must be stoked to fierce blaze so The Darkness may not touch creations' hearts. Faith should not tire when allocated hope. Our God heeds not the 'when' of our say-so, but stokes each heart with love that never fades.
Work. Toil. The pain I put in the ground. For such a precious thing. Corn. The family enjoys their meal. They plant their leftover kernels. And wait for me to tend to them. Work. An endless cycle in which happiness is born. ©Demand4poetry 21 February 2013
If I Could Talk To God? Well of course I can I love you Father Maybe more than my heart shows When I sit and think about how you love me How you've blessed me with two of the most Wonderful boys. I feel how much you love me You know how much I like to share So you've given me a home with a door that Swings wide enough to welcome everyone in And I feel how much you love me As I ride on a country road and see a crisp blue Sky with the whitest wisps of clouds painted in Resting on the multi colored autumn leaves My joy permeates every part of my being And I feel how much you love me When I sit on the fence And hear the breeze whispering through the trees The whippoorwill's song And the laughter coming from somewhere inside the house I know how much you love me God do you know how much I love you Can I ever show you the way I feel So perfectly flawed So needing grace And yet one day I will see the glory of your face And know how much you love me.
Raindrops paint a muted reflection on my front window pane. Wails come from a thunderous sky; I wipe away my tears again. The summer sun melts my mask and a still breaking heart. Raindrops fall cleansing the earth, I resign to make a fresh start. Violent storms defined my summer, autumn rain renews my soul. Drops create a clear reflection, a smile and precious life extolled.
Marriage gives life to love and love gives life to marriage. In marriage, love means: To know in your heart you were meant only for each-other. To know that Heaven grew you apart and brought you together after the time you were meant to be molded to fit each-other. To discover what it is to be best friends forever. To discover what it is to love someone more than yourself. To discover you are actually only a half and how much you need the other to be complete. To discover the bonds that form when times get tough. To discover how much more joy is multiplied when there is someone you love to share it with. Each day is a day of discovery, a day to build your love, a day to make your bond stronger. Marriage is: To together choose one way, not one's own way. To respect and honor with love the other over oneself or anyone else. To compromise with each-other but never compromising each-other. To know you are loved, cherished and needed whether fat or thin, well or ill, chirpy or grumpy. To live life's summer, winter, autumn and spring always being there for one another. To blend as one that over the years you feel as one and speak as one. To be savored like wine, enriched by the passing of time. To honor Marriage is to honor its Maker. To commit in marriage is to commit to its Maker.
DONE The Apple PASTURE Oh how I long To drift into the apple pasture. Were once was and all well meet. A pure and dear site. Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars. Oh how I long To drift into the apple pasture Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow. Jay
Blossoming Effulgent sun proffers love Clambering… Ascending Above the undergrowth…of Thorns and weeds Furtively The moon unravels wonders Glimmering
In the dismal fog of an autumn day My thoughts were as scattered as leaves in wind I spied her walking, she looked alone Alone, alone, in the cold afternoon In utter gloom without a face There was something compelling that caught my glance In her stance, as she slowly passed A kindled sparkle in her eyes Her ragged clothes, her worn out shoes Yet still a smile, came shining through Her figure dark, still carried on I could not help, but turn around... I wondered what her story told What trials and pain, had brought her here? No place to dwell? My eyes welled up... So caught in tears like misty rain I called out "Please, ....what is your name?" Am I a fool, to chance this game? How many seasons have waxed and waned Since last I have confronted face to face To one who seems so out of place? I could not pass her on this road I begged her now to share this load I had this gift! It was not small.... What good, if I ignored the call? I may be foolish....but do not care... I am now compelled to share it all I witnessed hope, and it was pure, And I was sure My money so well spent....I have no doubt The sun is coming out, a light turned on... I find my eyes are wet...the chill is gone She's cried such grateful tears, I taste my own I owe her more, than she could know My heart so filled with gratitude ..........And I have grown ________________________________________________________
As unforgiving nature may appear sometimes, autumn leaves return... *
Bound by preconceptions of what is and what cannot be, we condemn and deny life's inherent duplicity, that birds sing the songs of God is truly reality and our thoughts and dreams take flight like leaves from an autumn tree.
IT SEEMS TO ME THAT THE PRIME OF MY PARENY'S LIFE WAS ALMOST MY ENTIRE LIFE Did you ever notice that the letters in the word "love" are sequestered inside the word "evolve"? Because to me that is what love appropriately does It evolves It revolves It solves And after sixty-plus years together love does, in many ways, change its ways of wonderment and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder as they grow ever so much older remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past a past reflected in each partner's eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication a coupling worthy of adulation he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn……………………… so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze as each agrees sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better well……. not so much better as just plain more comfortable no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed just a mutual and spiritual type of need the need to talk away a partners tears while knowing that his partner truly hears and dries her eyes compliantly to face yet another hardship defiantly ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever through the trials…….. through the riches ……….and through the smiles but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years © 2013…copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~ DEAREST MOM AND DAD-ALTHOUGH YOU WERE BOTH 90 I NEVER THOUGHT I'D MISS YOU BOTH AS SEVERELY AS I DO..HOWEVER, I HOPE YOU BOTH FOUND COMFORT ON THE CLOUD YOU NOW MADE YOUR HOME!
It was always you For love sings thy name The cool wisp of blushing lips The chorus of springtime's first kiss Which my heart still proudly bares Without refrain I can still feel your smile A warmth that spurns Winter's deepest dire Shivering fears erased Imperfections embraced By the fingertips of faith's fire It was always you Who stayed trembling skies Summer tears lead astray As jagged nights bled day The hand of autumn assuaged For you always held mine Without refrain You are the rock That shields my soul The mirror time cannot break Nor I could ever mistake For being alone It was always you
The Illuminating path's Serenade my Vision, The Blindening Rays of faithful horizon leap into me, Our Memories of togetherness clasp me to the loop of life, still I am lusting to cross-over and meet the Chaismatic-End!! After which,our souls will intertwine and remain in enlightened glory forever! Life had been an autumn full of blossoms, My love lay in my arms in unrequited glory, life was a maze of puzzled quotes, the dooming evil recruited you into its gloomy shadows, and i learn't my first chapter about death. DEATH is a slow poison gushing through time and seeping through seconds, Blistering a thousand souls, abandoning a many infants, sucking away the more needed ones, Thwarting pain and inflicting illicit wounds. BUT losing hope means losing "US" At a jerk,our infancy angel crosses over with warmth, And the hallucinating illuminating paths fade away!! And i realize my quest in this unfarthomable journey, TO LIVE,LOVE AND SUCCEED DEATH!!
for bruce springsteen... it was a rain-swept monsoon day way back then, so many moons away when i felt the music strumming in my veins setting me free like a runaway horse without any reins you sang of simple truths, your verse spoke to people just like me in my lonely, wasted, and desolately quiet night as you screamed out tragic human wrongs, and of everyone's plight 'bobby jean' spoke to me of that girl down the street glimpses of whom, we as innocents would furtively meet and 'the river' that flowed through my ever-barren heart led me down further roads of thunder when slowly i finally learnt that the hardest part was fighting on and never to surrender to the hard-luck dreams that were born to run while i danced in the dark with memories vivid and stark even as i whined like that dog who for forever lost his howling bark and then a 'human touch' came along and 'better days' seemed real, not just words in a song and still you sang and swayed and spoke straight into my unseeing eyes as gardens of secrets were opened, and as your fist punched the skies in an anger that i too felt and in whose cauldron i too burned as we saw murder get incorporated, while on its wobbly axis, our fragile world apathetically turned and then suddenly i was told that i was all grown up working on a highway of scattered ideals and absolving myself by sprinkling some coins in a waiting cup well, after all these years of walking along so many a thorny road with an armour of your verse covering me, even as i hear them taunt me and even as they continue to goad but now i can feel myself fading away, into the bleakness of this coming night just like the ghost of that old tom joad...
Dropped out of school At an early age Lived on the streets Because, I disgusted my mother She thought I was a poor example Of true Christian beliefs At an early age She religiously drummed into me 'blood is thicker than water' And yet, Here I am today confused, lonely and hungry No one protecting me No friends No family No home to go too Just, peoples eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth mentality Praying for the sun to shine To feel some warmth again! Sun rays of hope, lighting me up To live through this darkness without fear With a heart full of faith No matter what happens to me, now! If only I could drink my salty tears It would sustain me for a lifetime Your tears are worth nothing, around here You're classed as weak and venerable Only attracting death Your life worth nothing! Save me from myself I am my best friend I am my worst enemy My prayers and dreams Lost in the wind Blowing around like autumn leaves The rain washing them away Down the drain into the sewage Rolling with the seasons Year after year Survival for the fittest! Surviving on the love Hidden, inside me Being my strength and guide My personal lifeline In surviving this crazy world We all live in
As the autumn of life drifts in The lights of my eyes grow dim With the joy of my years Still beside me here There is not much that I will fear As the winter of my life arrives My voice will be just a whisper With the joy of my salvation Waiting for me at the station I will in quiet adoration kneel In my mind spring will beckon me The baggage old and beat I'll leave With the joy of my life just within sight The constant yearning will cease As perfect joy will become complete ~*~
Emancipation Unfettered-Set free- My soul is longing for Home Where the wild ducks fly to winter Where I hear the sweet sounds of swans Calling her chicks to her side on tranquil lakes That reflect distant snow covered mountain peaks And shimmering golden trees laugh as they catch autumn sun A treasury of diamonds glint across waters stirred by the gentle breeze From air pure as the snow covered peaks that glisten against blue velvet skies I am free to sing, to laugh, to know, I am fearfully and wonderful made in His image A child of the KING of KINGS, and I with Angels sing, His adoration and His Praise © Brenda V Northeast 2 April 2012
My God above whose wisdom surely shows When Mother Nature paints her glory grand. While gilding grass beside the river grows, The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned, Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows. Rainwater streams her life upon the land. Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze. And thus, without the help of man, life stays. © February 21, 2012 Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
Rushing through lusty August towards A vault of blue, a longing promise. It is like waiting for the visiting moon, The day when the silver light shimmies past My bedroom curtains, and I will look up And I will feel the burning of the heart. Mist will pour down from the Sun And the same mist will fall from my mouth. I will no longer be in need and It will all sliver pass me.
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.
Your hands are like sunshine that warms the inner parts of my soul. The rays warming my inner being, keeps me thinking of how the colors of the flowers are so vibrant and powerful in their activity. As the flowers dance in a slight breeze, the sun gives way to darkness and the night sky embraces the stars so numerous, so shiny, so many. As the night fades, the sun warms the day, The breeze picks up the flowers in a dance, and your hands warm my soul again, with the rays from the suns warmth and the shadows of the colors show the love inside your touch. Written by:©Betty Bolden 4-30-04 All poems are copyright!©
All obstacles have been calculated into our plan Now it seems like the path is clear We'll walk in green meadows again See the waters of a mountain stream Take delight in a waterfall Relax as the autumn sun warms our bones The years have passed all too quickly But a note of optimism is in the air Shining eyes meet once again A smile - and a heavy sense of peace comes The path is clear We will find our way
Nerves in a jar, my life is a mess I hurt form this world as my poem suggests Cut from a rose that smells no more Healing like a dove thats flown shore to shore What became of our love thats anybodys guess We forgot about thinking, now about what comes next Some of the times I will remember more I will forget It hurts today tommorrow I will give it my best My head becomes heavy my mind becomes my nest What to do with all of the love I have here hidden in my vest Come to my sences my heart in my hand I think about all of the things that I can My now today I understand I can will you the love to better comprehend From here I wish you the world The universe a best Untill you are willing The person beside me is only a guest
Thanksgiving's just a few days away. Yet, I feel the sudden need to write down these random thoughts about Christmas! The weather today brings to life memories of the season! My favorite holiday season of the year! This chill in the air, the earth-tone autumn leaves like kites flying so high, tripping over each other as if in a race, the beautiful giant oaks and elms, with their branches shivering in the cold wind…. Already, I'm picturing a wonderful, fantasy-like landscape of snow; the whitest fluffy, snow drifts! Catching glimpses of old bushy tail digging out some buried food, from some time ago. The rising smoke from chimneys reaching for gray skies, snow-covered roof tops, the unforgettable smell of homemade bread, baking in Mama's oven! Then, at close of day come, the brightest twinkling stars, glistening like diamonds on velvet throw of mid-night blue! And when the moon shines so bright, you would think it was day... so clear you could see Jupiter if you look closely! And I imagine how absolutely beautiful God must be!! The most beautiful spirit there is! A view to die for because such beauty man's heart can not behold and remain in this flesh!!! For who else would create all this magnificent beauty around us? From the genuine smile which graces the face of an innocent child emanating from the purest of hearts, to the single blade of green grass that leans into the wind, daring to stand against such mighty force which threatens to break huge branches off trees! Cont'd
NEVER LEFT ASUNDER TO MY LATE MOM: Did you ever notice that the letters in the word "love" are sequestered inside the word "evolve"? Because to me that is what love appropriately does It evolves It revolves It solves And after sixty-plus years together love does, in many ways, change its ways of wonderment and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment an abiding faith that the other's faith rests upon the other's shoulder as they grow ever so much older remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past a past reflected in each partner's eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication a coupling worthy of adulation he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn……………………… so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze as each agrees sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better well……. not so much better as just plain more comfortable no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed just a mutual and spiritual type of need the need to talk away a partners tears while knowing that his partner truly hears and dries her eyes compliantly to face yet another hardship defiantly ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever through the trials…….. through the riches ……….and through the smiles but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears Yes……….it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years © 2012…copyright PHREEPOETREE..~free cee!~
The keys rattled gently in his pocket. Gradual jumps like the ocean, Peaking with every heart Or every step. The music was in sleep Allowing silence for thought To contemplate on the sun, Of this clean, clear October. He sunk his eyes into the core Of pale and fresh above, Ember, his numbed head rocked from Slow and forced breathing, Suppressing the smell of deep, Deep purity Yet conscious of the high brick wall Where the wind taps Like a faded voice sighs through a lost keyhole. He was greeted distantly By early-anthem families, Walking the dogs Or singing with linked wrists; Sipping at the last, smoked bowls, And the circling of the roads. How they would pass, With a stranger's recognition And mutter as they retreated; "His hair is thinning! His eyes are fixed, like The bolt in a crossbow. His arms are depleting For slow, heavy breathing... Yet his eyes are fixed." And sometimes they pass alone; A little too close With their gaze separate. Their tight coats And pocket smokes, While they sway to poisons. How a smile can turn damp At the thought of past brothers. And how a passing car can sigh, With misunderstood pity. The lamplight's warming, The Gutter dweller's dawning, The dented camber's pouring, The rugged throat with it's sweet inhale For the decisive steps And the vivid gold Yale. Dream in encumbered times, Where the destination is a home to rest. And you walk a shadow amongst the binds, That break the folds of your armoured vest. For my ear is a raven, For my feet are hooves, For I make a thousand strides, Within these tightened shoes, And my arms are not depleting, And my slow and heavy breathing, Is only the product of the season, And will soon falter for my reason, And my hair can never thin, While the lamplights never dim, And my strides will form the door hinge, That stands so high across the fringe, And I find lavender in the bins, While I...search my empty pockets.
The autumn wind twirled the leaves about and made them dance, They decorated the sidewalk with their pastel shades, Greeting the pedestrians as they walked past, God's miracles continue and there is a divine fresh air, The songs of nature are heard, geese returning south for the winter, A clear pond where the ducks swim creating patterns in the water, Seagulls fly above with their beautiful wings landing on the shores, Humanity embraces autumn for another year. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Moon Light Bright. Oooh you shine so bright in every full autumn night without your friend in cite, that helps you dominate the night sky with your dens chilling light which helps me seek my ways throw the hunting mystery of the night, without a single flashlight. Theo I wish on every day and every night nature can deliver such a beautiful cite... Moon Light Bright. Poetry 2/23/11 by Keith Kadell
LIVE TO EVOLVE Have you ever noticed that the letters in the word love are sequestered inside the word "evolve? Because to me that is what love appropriately does It evolves It revolves It solves And after sixty-plus years together love does, in many ways, change its ways of wonderment and is often altered on a course to sheer contentment for that is the result of the continuation of a consecrated commitment an abiding faith that the others faith rests upon the others shoulder as they grow ever so much older remembering a time of working hard together to get through the hard times together that old fishing boat she hated so that became battered and eventually succumbed to the weather while all the while smiling because each year seemed a bit brighter than the last and all the joyful events that are now part of a bejeweled and fulfilling past a past reflected in each partner's eyes which gaze upon a tribute to dedication a coupling worthy of adulation he being content to make her content proves the content of their cohabitation a union rich with rewards that come in the mail bearing pictures of their first great grandson born a baby with beauty by an angel at birth besworn so there they sit sharing a couch and swapping a calliope of memories he talks of fishing and she of a cool Autumn breeze as each agrees sixty-plus years weaves two souls together as tightly as any weaver ever wove a sweater and for some fated reason the last decade seems somehow, in retrospect, better well not so much better as just plain more comfortable no surprises, no red flags, and no warnings to heed just a mutual and spiritual type of need the need to talk away a partners tears while knowing that his partner truly hears and dries her eyes compliantly to face yet another hardship defiantly ever eager with a gentle finger to wipe away the wet that it might no longer linger because these are two who vowed with strength that forever, to them, actually meant forever traversing together mile after mil through the trials.. through the riches and through each smile but most notably through all the determination together to damn away their fears it seems to me that love evolves ever so softly after sixty-plus years © 2012....copyright PHREECEE..~free cee!~
In this autumn of our season how the gold and silver vie in heart-warming brilliant colour, precious as the days gone by, though our spring and summer's ended and we walk in given grace, each seasons owns its treasure, and reveals its hidden place. A sure and certain promise, dulls what wintertime portends, There will be another season, and this one's without end.
Easter Is A Special Time Easter Is A Special Time; In the Northern hemisphere it's Spring. A time when baby lambs are born, Yellow daffodils are king. In the Southern hemisphere it's more like fall; Leaves turn to their Autumn colors; Winter lies just ahead; Just as our Creator orders. Regardless of the seasons, Easter is a time for us to rejoice. It's the time Christ died and rose again; Of eternity, we were given choice. Christ's resurrection hope is sure; God promised us redemption; He promised us through his Son, That we could all be forgiven. Although Sunday's not God's Sabbath, It's a special time to celebrate, His love for one lost world; Christ's resurrection to relate. It gives us hope of a future; Beyond the state of death; The hope of the Second Coming, When he calls to the dead, "Come forth!" Because Easter is a special time, Never let it pass by, Without rejoicing in God's miracle; Christ's resurrection upon which we rely. So celebrate this joyous Easter That your sins are forgiven; That God loves you so much, He gave you the hope of heaven. Copyright © 2012 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com
Life is like a warm summer day; Full of obstacles and delay. Like is like a summer past; No single moment will ever last. Life is like some winter snows; It has its high points and its lows. Life is like a winter sky; Beautiful, until the day you die. Life is like an autumn wind; Chilling you through 'til the end. Life is like an autumn moon; Foretelling of something coming soon. Life is like a spring rain; Giving you something to gain. Life is like a spring child; Always smiling, always wild. Life is short, So live it tall And God will see You through it all. (Dedicated To Ebony Webb R.I.P)
Little leaves falling down floating lightly without sound Keeping in touch with the wind in time sheltering plants beneath the ground. Floating slowly as the breeze picks them up fading away with seasons divine. Then looking up to the trees so high little leaves bloom from the branch to start again with a new season now as the flowers bloom and keep all sound the wind takes control and starts all over again. Written by:©Betty Bolden 7-10-04 All poems are copyright!©
Deep in the woods, the branches dance in the wind, wild and free, Spreading their fragrance for you and me. Wild flowers sway, as the wind try's picking them up, Their roots planted firmly, as they flow from side to side, showing us all their glory, and our makers touch inside, shadows follow as they calmly go slow, Deep in the woods, time is well known, as night takes hold, until the morning, when light takes control. Written by:©Betty Bolden
The innocent child still crying, That you nailed up on your wall, Her tears are freely flowing, As the autumn leaves do fall. The wind of time still blowing, Across the lonely way, As the soldiers march to battle, On this bright and sunny day. I couldn't get the words, To leave my knotted throat, I couldn't get my loved ones, To leave the sinking boat. I couldn't think the thoughts, That could protect me from the light, Couldn't see your beauty, Hidden in my night. And now the end is coming, Riding on the wind, To blow away illusions, To blow up everything. The riders horse is thunder, The swords are flashing high, As the angels of destruction Fall from the darken sky. A million times I told you, Whispered in your ear, A million blessing hidden, Behind the demons of your fears. The innocent lamb is bleeding, As the lightening flashes by, The autumn leaves still falling, From the sadness in your eye. more at http://labyrinthoflies.com
My dreams are falling apart In Your hands, I pray (for joy), "Take heart!" You are the stars - searing my Soul is kneeling to the ground Trace my future and take wing Towards the pathway...You find peace You are an angel in my-- Heart is bleeding soundlessly Above land...I mourn so sweet I am the clouds - carrying a Gallon of grief...release me! Place me in fields of love and Forgive me and lift me up You are the heavens to my-- Heart is beating profoundly Without Your heart's joyous song You are the sun - nourishing My lambs are grazing around, Roving in fields of splendor, Enlightening the darkness You are an apple to my-- Eye is grieving...losing sight Of Your glory...I feel lost You are the lake - sparkling with Delight and Luck! Bring us home! Grow like a morning glory In the autumn time, You thrive You are valuable to my-- Eye is twinkling...praying for Insight...yearning for Your sight You are the hills - guiding my Mind is longing for your mirth-- Restoring peace to my verse, Sprouting forth grace and freedom You are the train tracks, bearing-- My train of thought...making my Steel spirit connect with Yours You are the valley - between The mountains guarding us all, Building strength to fragile bones, Welcoming a stream of hope You are my map - lending me YOUR helping hand I would take Now, I could take Your challenge You are like a maze filled with Mysteries conceal the truth; I fight with all of my might And I BEG for Your mercy To mend my once blissful dreams! How I long for Your mercy...
You are the greatest inspiration of mine, Sweeter than a glass of wine, Brighter than a child's eye, Truer than my truest lie. Always waiting for your call to meet, To hold you in my arms and sleep. You make my night the stormiest storm, Then leave me all broke and torn. When I rise and make it through My heart forgets what is done by you- Sweeter than a glass of wine, You are the greatest inspiration of mine
hello! hey! boungiorno! what is the date?/ this world of dimensions created duality/ no letters/ no words/ are enough to express/ someone like you/ in reality/ i filled all your emptines/ MY still quiet bay/ as Jhon opened world in his Yoko/ you searched perfect princes/ looked for "right him"/ now at only one overman looking/ i swear/ i will hold you/ as much as i can/ would become all the axes/ and outer space/ voice is speared by the screaming wind/ falling down/ flakes to your place/ going crazy just seeing your knees/ don't regret anything/ my Benito/ unbelievable/ perfect/ unbearable/ you whisper/ "la comedia e finita"//
Autumn comes I stand watching the leaves..thinking The breath leaves my body unseen But as the mercury drops and as I ponder my place. I notice all I think all I feel. Right there on the window before me. To others it's just a mist caused by cooling or heating or both. A chilhood whimsical game"oh boy look it's cold" To me that mist is all, your name , your face, Our time. I want to wipe it away this physical aberation of all unseen in my heart. I see it all the pain the love the heartache everything in a small whitish cloud on a simple window. My hand reaches pauses oh so this is what you look like. Oh if it was so easy to be done. The mist fades rapidly with every lonely wasted breath. Making an apperance oh so briefly. What ever course I take to wipe away or to gently touch the mist. Would this breath on the window which taunts me so relay back to my damaged soul see its gone you'll be ok now or see how it welcomes your touch? welcome to the world for all to see. Hidden by the sun most of the time. My fingers glide through the vanishing mist, I flash back to your cheek beneath my fingers. Goodbye my love, goodbye my pain, goodbye to the only proof I have left of you. But at peace I am. I know now what I did not before. Your not invisable your their in my breath. Kissing the crisp Autumn air with me. And all I have to do is breath. And my visible breath will show me all I feel is real as real as the mist on the window
the slightest touch of a hand on your shoulder the laugh of a child as he plays with his mother sipping the last drop of golden water having enough strength to smash a boulder whispers in the wind that sing a sad song listen to the heart of a tree hear it beat along a scream from a woman as she begs for mercy mankind runs from their worries the soft red on an autumn leaf the sands of time have stopped don't be scared if your life has ended cause we give Power to the Poems
as many times I close my immortal chime-street eyelids I hear the grim echo of the tap shoe reaper shuffling her uncertain deck in the god forsaken rusty night corridor of death's darkbeat door a waltz, a swing a whirling dervish belly hop bop pick it..she' ll be a willing partner when it's time
A breeze brings a crisp bite to my skin, the warmth of a soft jacket provides the warmth I need. Somewhere, I can hear the sparrows chirping, Robins singing their songs. Even Crows screeching, casting small shadows on the day. I don't even care. Those shadows won't cross my mind for today, I want this to be a good day. I only fought a little uphill, the grass slightly brown from the Autumn air. My apple tree of gold, scarlet, and honey hues stood on top of the hill, with branches stretching for the sun's kiss. A smile, a tear from the corner of the eye escaping. A tire swing gently sways, giving the reminder of happier, melodious memories. The tire was weather worn, and the rope ripe with age, the tree's youth had fallen to. Crunchy leaves echo and mask the silence I was seeking for, the bark was rough under my fingers. Just like the months have been. I laid out my patchwork quilt, and slept the day away in peace.
- Falling like snowflakes on webs of forgiveness spinning through clouds in the unbolted light searching so softly down dark Autumn pathways hoping to find our way in the night. Savoring rain on the bowers above us thunder still rolls 'round the cusp of the dawn out on the horizon we turn to remember the loved and the lost and the ones who go on. We were so sure we made the right choice but we were young and cares were so few those who would guide us have gone on before and left us wondering what to do God in his mercy has shown us the way as we pray to him each night once we understood it all seemed so simply Just follow his love, in the UNBOLTED LIGHT Written with my niece, Johnette Loefgren
Enigmatic Lane This enigmatic lane- I've walked long. And now I see Only barren lands, A mere setting sun, And a vague horizon. I turn to look back Along this enigmatic lane. And then I see Those umpteen vicissitudes, Those sudden meanders, Those familiar turns, Those abrupt detours. Down this enigmatic lane, There have been Many a rich meadows, Many a bleak wastelands, Millions of pompous marches, Millions of disconcerting dirges, Several comforts of love, Several cruelties of reclusion. Along this enigmatic lane I may no longer tread, for- As I now halt, I ponder- Perpetuation has always been The ruse of fleeting phases, And what worth has it been To walk this enigmatic lane.
Your love, like amnesia it made me forget all the dark forces against me they tortured me relentless then you put me into amnesia from the problems, hope came in the foresight of your prowess and the light emanating from your face what seems calm on the surface is often roaring within screaming, hair crazy like I'm the demon's descendant only strong feelings can push out the weak and those skeletons surface, hurt us and repeat so no ones around and I learn to hate me and no Love to be found because it gave me a profound amnesia. waking prematurely every other time I sleep seeking sanctuary why cant I be at peace? fill up a void come into my world exposed to be touched pay no mind I'm at home when the pain seems too much shut it off like a light now i'm all into peace a presence around me a love like amnesia I'm falling into fantasia calm as can be worries drift away forget how hurt I am for one meaningful day no I'm not the devil but I know who he is he once came to visit and make my soul his as a dark ball inside me consumes me at times i keep inching forward toward the many facets of mind knowing not showing much at all down in the sunrise revived by the fall a natural course of a star entering destruction like lotus flowers in bloom under a fog covered moon in the cold autumn wind healing old scars within practice the old magik into a new growing skill will it be enough the day which stands still worth fighting for.
Deep longing of the soul Seeking subtle satisfaction Wandering through the day, Plagued with unrest Chasing the wind Gliding with autumn leaves Another year to culminate in gloom? O searching soul Rest is prepared for you A bed of hope to lie in A field of dreams to harvest from There is but one way If you will, I beg you, Do not stray The path of peace was made for you …and marked on Christmas day
There a movement in the trees The goings of an autumn breeze Tickling leaves of red and gold Making hot summer into winter cold And in the air there goes a wisp Of smoke riding on air so crisp Of days to come this is a sign Of seasons change and change in time For heavy coats and fire bright New stars to see up in the night But at this time before the snows It's falls turn now to put on a show First one tree and then the next A show so striking so complex And looking up the sky so blue But this is nothing compared to You A glimpse of Heaven for us to see A hint to us Your great beauty But as for now we'll stand amazed Of wondrous things that You have made Winter's coming and summer's gone And fall won't be here very long Now out the window look alas Night has come so very fast Time to sleep but again we'll see In the morn this great beauty
Withering like the autumn leaves My soul was in deep slumber Wasting away the time at hand Failing to grow inside… Trapped inside me My helpless soul One day I asked, ''Oh ,my helpless soul, Why are you so grim? What's it that you want?" After a little thought. It said, "Just set me free, Only you can set me free" Intrigued I asked, "But how??" It said, "By helping me Connect with my Lord whom I have to face when you will not be with me…… By loving the life in you… By loving one and all…. By fulfilling the purpose of your being…… Just set me free….. Just set me free"………
The wind picks up the feathers of the fallen bird And carries it where it wills It picks up the fallen leaves Of autumn colors and carries them Where it wills The gentle breeze wraps around me And whispers, you are mine my love I am with you always © Brenda V Northeast 25th March 2011
Give me a season....give me a reason...to start anew It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew Give me a season...give me a reason...to change color I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur Give me a stairway...teach me the baby steps...to start anew It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment I bet you're the color yellow...like the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no! We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no! We'll be together all the time! We'll be together...no matter what time... What season...what day...what hour We both got the power And we won't cower! We will blossom up like a flower And we will be as vigilant as a tower! I'll change the season to spring time Just for you...just for you... I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime From your hand...from your hand Our friendship will never cease And we'll create peace... Peace in mind Peace that you'll find In the Spring time There is a time For peace, love and hope I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!" Because we'll be working together And we will conquer! And we will be stronger! And we'll create peace... in due time...we'll have peace in mind Peace that we'll find In the Springtime
Lift up from the rotar weeds Summer bleeds the last still born As autumn greed fights decay To save the date from phallic fortunes Gather brand new gallop horse distortions Where poles putrify at stockholm Is this the way the world ends? On battery pulse with no remorse Sucking hospital cupid with no hope groan syndrome To make alive the image Of fly's circling round chopper wheels My primal ordeal is to shake it thin As carcass evaporates mermaids into wave maids Concrete headaches will remember the bloodline spilled Out the skin fold mouths of gyrating myth From belly up suckers that just gotta bust the date Wealth of the flagship sailing straight into paper fates
Autumns design takes candor beyond man. Showing reality we all try to hide. Sharing nakedness broad in noble plan, Though recycling natures secure pride, Bolder, at the end of her life's span, Humanities autumn takes us on a ride. If we should not heed our mortals sign. Live life full of honor and truly shine.
it feels good to know I have found someone who cares as much as I love the sky as I love the rain as I love spring or a summer day it feels good to know I can look in your eyes and not be denied the love I feel inside is more precious than the first blooming flower the first clap of thunder the first ray of sun after a shower it feels good to know where ever we go you are always with me by my side and knowing you love me makes me fly higher than the biggest plane further than geese on autumn days for I am undoubtably yours forever.
SERENITY RESPONSE The winds of autumn blow Creating change The crux of the matter Do I bend or do I break? Willow knows the truth She may weep besides waters deep But she drinks in courage to face the future And bends when winds do blow And in her serenity - she survives 'She accepts the things she cannot change' © Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011 For Nette Onclaud's- Serenity response The Serenity prayer by Reinhold Niebuhr God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference Amen
How, through translation beyond what law and prophets Dare say in Hebrew. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Leave some to dangle So the selective process Saves lasting theories. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ To see through scripture, as if autumn had fallen before it began. Translation איך, דרך תרגום מעבר למה שחוק ונביאים מעזים אומר בעברית. עזוב כמה לתלות לכן התהליך הבררני חוסך תאוריות בר קימא. לראות דרך כתב קודש, כאילו סתו נפל לפני זה התחיל.
Beside remembrance road, Up rugged steps, A little further on, A gate, And through, Along a flagstone path, Lined by sturdy trees, Now in their Autumn shades, And roundabout, Gravestones, with Epitaphs, Some hard to see, Of past loving thoughts, For those through time, That left this world behind, Gold heaped beds, crisp to foot, Lead on, and there, Within the filtering light, A door of timber, Where in, such beauty, Prized eyes behold, And all about great calmness, Absorbs with Godly thoughts, Within this parish church, This Holy Ground.
When you see September is coming You will know that nature dies. There is too much tragic in this season. Fall is changing our souls. When you see I talk to rain and Fall on knees before an unknown figure Remember that you're different from me and Don't see and understand the colors of the dark. When you catch me there Praying to our Lord Don't think I do Because I am scared. The thing is that There is so much power Within me but it's still Not enough to change The universe and I do pray For more.
Was a tree created for Christmas no, I think not A tree was created to stand tall shading light of day from creatures resting in and beneath her hidden from sun's scorching rays The sun burns hot in fall, turning green her leaves auburn, orange, and red, they fall blanketing the brown carpet of grass below she has shut down her food factory for the winter Flush green colors of chllorophyll fades as hours of light shortens and cold lengthens it days a tree whether summer, fall, winter, or spring was not created to be chopped down in autumn A tree decorated just to die for Christmas an autumn tree, grinded, disperse for life of new trees, stand tall shading light of day from creatures resting in, and beneath her, hidden from sun's scorching rays, makes sense
SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM Abbreviated by an early autumn night the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun, relented to September, as if dying might give reason to all things the heat and time has done; The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust, and water tables sink down to a new found low, but love always goes on, as love, it always must, through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go. There in the field, an old man points his maple cane as if a prophesy, and something we should know, always, always, always, there will be too much rain, or not enough, and only love can ever grow. There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan, up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow; and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than the fences seperating everything we know; and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze, there's little we can do, but hope for early spring, always, always, always, we fall down to our knees in love and prayer that times like this always will bring. Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much, for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky, and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch, excepting love, and that is all that gets us by. Always, always, always, love has to always be, though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain, though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe, if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.
Welcome The time around filled with juvenility The season solaced by the aura of odiferous The world primed with unity The love lived over by the essence of glorious. Dream A life lived on top of the world A garden sated by the aroma of flowers A nation saluted with laud A peace blessed by the solemnity of prayers. Blend With the music that dance with your soul With the rain melded by the rays, rainbow With the life soothed along pride With the macrocosm by the end of brow. Pray For the day, a prayer unspoken for live out For the clouds silvery cottoned by autumn newbie For the hapless longing for a day out For the solitude by the event foregone. Adios The Time you lived today The Nature that you acclaimed The earth that you live on The wishes proclaimed.
The days of autumn approach, I walk through God's kingdom, The towering trees reaching towards the sky, A maple leaf tree touched by God's rainbow, Leaves red, yellow and green covering the walkways, I walk to the lake calm and reflective, Ducks swimming about, The sky is blue with a few clouds, Radiant rays of the sun shinning, The walk is long and very much appreciated. Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
I see God's face in each sunrise, I have seen His face in the dew. I can see His face in each raindrop, That falls as tears, from skies of blue. I see God's face in each springtime, On dew watered blades of grass. I oft gaze at flowers and marvel, Why He gave man such class. In summer, God's in fields of grain, And in the mighty oaks that bend. But most of all He's seen by me, In the face of a Christian friend. His face I see each autumn time, As leaves float to the ground. I'm reminded that in each snowflake, His face there too is found. I need but to look about to see, His stamp is on the great and small. I'll not traverse life without Him, For I know not the hour He'll call.
It is that of a sweet and inspiring look. That of an autumn's beauty that captures your heart. All full of colors with lines and curves through out. That you can't help but to gaze the mountain scenes you see. For it's full of wonders delights as heavens nature shines colors. And a season enlightens. For the beauty you see falls the leaves of the tree. But it's Autumn time that is here as nature brings eyes to hold. It's like being all wrapped up in the finest silk. As we get lost in the pleasantness' of a morning dew. It like two seasons in one as love spreads about. As I can just feel the picture my eyes behold. And the wonder of the heart and soul. That of colors grown of a beauty from within. That it would be nice to touch the curves of the mountain. And feel that of God's blessing of love. As I would run my hands across autumn's love. And enjoy that of her love and beauty she portrays. And fall deep into her valleys and curves at play. And soar like an eagle as I would glide wild and free. As it's a nice temperature day and I'm playing in autumn's leaves. It's there to which beads of water fall as I enjoy that of an autumn lay. As it is there her delights I experience. As nature has produced something of such beauty and grace. I love seeing and feeling the love of two hearts. As to have you here next to me during this season it is. I would enjoy autumn much better. Knowing the delights you hold. Because rather spring is in, autumn brings in cold winds. And its days like that I'll like to be cuddled up by a fire with you. Or instead of me playing in the leaves alone. I could play with you instead. And we both can say, we enjoyed autumn this day. And the beauty and love of her hills and curves to form. I like another day to run and feel her curves. And make everyday an autumn day. Just because I have autumn's beauty to love. As with you, you would be my autumn everyday. As I have found nothing but delights of beauty to love.
Just In time corpse shine twilight sun had tainted my inner vision Twisted Shooting blanks at the rooster just supose another number feeling somber Doesn't any wonder? Torpedo Torn, The inclusion within vile pathetic outrage Shooting blanks as busy as Tyra Banks in bikini eating linguini Torpedo, remember Frank Serpico? Frantic in Autumn looking brightly colored orange In pivotal choices sense of remoseful inclusion In dirty laundry vile smell who could tell A window opens air will blow to breath in the steam, Shouts of glory to untold story morning glory; Shooting blanks getting lost in the shark tank Dellusional Insanity Romantic interlude toward vanity In tuned harmony to its hidden beasts menagerie Shooting Blanks in the phone at the door At the beach while Mrs. Polly eating a peach.
'sunflowers" Minutes away from my basket, hope it fills up this time. Don't have a token , but I'll flip a dozen with a smile. I hope the rumors around don't hinder my chances, willing to run the mile. I like to seek the meek, rockers, the poor, and shoes of all sizes. I love you all, you are my all in all, hope to see you at the mall. Last fall, I flipped a shining coin, honey, I hope I catch a golden coin like yours. Please Aunt Pam, don't whip me this time I just might bring a pile. Minutes before my alarm clock rang, I awoke to smell the dew of the morning. Minutes away from my basket, Aunt Pam, I just might be your sunshine.
I reach the autumn of existence Acknowledging an absence Of rehearsal for life, Accepting that which is unseen; I welcome God in my life by need As I sit in a pew for worship Thumbing the well worn missal Trying to reason the idea of faith. Bookmark my life: Chapters inspired By love and strife, Pages of bliss and yearnings.
You were always the faithful one with a saviour in your heart you had seen the light of the Lord from the very start. even in your darkest days and the autumn of your life you never lost faith in the Lord lady of the light. Now you have left this life and in us a memory but we all think of you and how you used to be you had been the special one when you lived your life with a special kind of love lady of the light. And when I look back on life I often think of you looking out your window the way you used to do watching children go off to school in the morning light smiling to the world outside lady of the light. Now you are there in Heaven and back again once more with those who you had loved who had to go before always forever the faithful one when you lived your life for you had seen the light of the Lord lady of the light.
I used to live for everything; for the naked trees in the autumn, for the smell of hope in the spring. Every time that smell came I would breathe deeper. I would look out of my window at night and see the city lights gleaming up at me, they screamed, 'you can have this, you can have all of this'. My youth was enveloped in faith and ambition. Faith dictated my every move. Faith in the table that would hold my drink. Faith in the bath that would get me clean. Faith in my heart that would guide me. Faith in myself to get to the lights. Myself? Myself is conquered in question marks and lists. Now loneliness dictates my every move. It shoves me into dark places and binds me to things that my mind cannot commit. I am swarmed by darkness and acres and acres of hope that cannot be tended to or sown. Every ounce of me has abandoned myself and I cannot retrieve it. I reminisce over pages and pages of me and there is no middle ground. I was young and I was free. I was nineteen and I was lost. I am nineteen and completely tattered. I look back on these pages and I see images of flowers with three petals and houses with four windows and triangle rooftops. I see people with bright pink skin and everything in 2-D. Then I look back on these pages and see hearts with your name scrawled across them. I see paragraphs and books dedicated to you. I see everything that you ever said to me. I see all of my faith scribbled in you. Now when I look out of my window, the lights glare at me, they scream, 'YOU LOST HIM, YOU LOST YOU!' And when the spring comes and I breathe deeper, every cell in my body becomes decimated by your scent, every organ rots remembering you. In the autumn when the trees are free and naked and cold, my bones shake without you to cover them.
In the silence of my mind... stands the tree of reason... Baring fruit, food for thought... Pruned the root of understanding... Tireless autumn leaves fall free... Like flares of seasoned knowledge... In the silence of my mind... stands the tree of reason... In pruned root... ...the seed I find... In the silence of my mind... ...stands the tree of reason...
I ponder poetry passively, as the clock ticks You can bolt your door when the reaper knocks But what if he's a lock-smith? We're a nearly always a nation in debt, Visa's put credit card Goblins under your bed. Blessed and cursed, by unlimited spending Poor and regretful, is that a diligent ending? When I dream, I ponder pillow fights, Polyester wars waged on cool autumn nights Consider the sacrifice, as you sip your burnt coffee Of soldiers from home who fancied Going out in a blaze of glory… Only, To find themselves dying quietly Last breaths whispered softly, On the Homeland we all pray To a shopping-mall Gandhi. I pass by store-windows, a distorted reflection Looks rather pious, as it ponders who I am. So let us go then, you and I When the ozone has grown disillusioned with the sky And opens up our lives to harsh Heavens. Like a terminal patient Who roams septic halls in a hospital gown Memorizing faces, With the fresh innocence of a child Because we'll all be great friends, On the other side, somehow Till robotic voices wake us, and we drown.
Why do you weep there, lonely soul? Do you feel that you've lost control? Have you not a friend to assist To guide you through your autumn mist? Do you not wish to turn around? Can you not find solid ground? Can you see a friend to guide? Or, are you destined to just hide? Can you see the future, so near? Have you given up and into fear? Lest you be prisoner to thine soul Can you not resume control? For you must decide to make your change Unto your life, you must now rearrange
It's been a good year and now Autumn has passed and Paul, a servant leader of Christ had given his last winter is on the horizon and Paul's season was about to end so he wrote a letter to Timothy and mentioned all of his friends Paul had come to realize that time waits for no one he understood that his time on earth was about to be done come before winter he wrote to his fellow Christians come before winter so I may see you all again he had fought the good fight, he had finished the course and stayed true to his faith he had came through all his trials and tribulations with God's saving grace it was his final season and in the spirit he had lived he testified about the goodness of God and the cause to which he did give when you walk in the spirit, when you're in step with Christ you'll be more aware of the seasons and the purpose of your life Paul was most perceptive of his imminent departure from this world so he penned a letter to his dear fiends from the confines of his prison cell to Timothy, to Luke and to Mark he wrote these words to tell them about spiritual warfare and the lessons he had learned he cautioned them to stay diligent on the Christian battlefield and to come before winter as his time was about to yield It was a few good friends that he most wanted to see fellow brothers and sisters in Christ true disciples of Christianity it was a few good friends whom had always given him support and always had his back in whatever spiritual battle he had fought he also named some people who at one time had did him a wrong and said that God would repay them for their actions before long come before winter, come before it's too late to fight the good fight and possess a true faith come before winter and please don't hesitate just stay the course by making it great in 20008
Season's The defining moments in my life, are like the seasons in me. The season I was in, determined who I'd be. Just when I started understanding it seemed the season turned. The things that I lost became what I yearned. In the spring time of my life I was foolish and young. There seemed little consequence for all that I had done. I hit the road running, never looking back. Never seeing what I needed, only what I lacked. So much around disappeared, then it all was gone, These became the moments for which I longed. In the summer of my life, I basked out in the sun. No responsibilities, my only interest fun. The days were warm, full of light. It seemed like the future was nowhere in sight. In the autumn of my life there seemed so much change. Everything in my sights, seemed out of range. As the leaves began to fall I thought my life was turning. Smoke just filled the air, from all the bridges burning. No matter what I tried, I couldn't save myself. Only to awake, seeing someone else. Then came the winter season, with the cold wind's blow. The seeds that I had planted, lie dormant in the snow. The door slammed behind me, I couldn't see where to go. Things that I thought I knew, I didn't really know. The world outside was dying, but I wasn't really trying……... Now it seems that life has come full circle again. A new beginning from the ashes of the end. When I thought it may be over, spring time returned. It carried the message of all that I had learned. To truly love, you must set everything free. Then you can realize all that you can be. With eyes wide open, I finally can see. That everything I needed was right in front of me.
The fears and doubts that cloud my mind So that day or night, peace I cannot find Yet when I look into my heart I see Love for you, true and pure and free. For deep inside my soul I know Love is freedom, a gift bestowed Though my heart is scarred, beaten, sad Your love broke through the walls I had. I am stunned, in shock I stare Up into the moist, autumn air I was so guarded with walls so high The pain of my life and so many lies. The sorrow that filled my worn heart The ocean of tears I've cried from the start When I was a child it all began For all my life seems a cursed plan. For how does one human suffer so much? No happiness or gentle touch When joy eluded me my whole existence You arrived with your persistence. You were so young, so free of all the pain It intrigued me so and pulled me in I've never known a mind like yours Where there's no fear, there are no sores. I long to have a mind that's clear And a young heart that knows no fear How can I wipe my slate to new? Is that what it takes to be with you? The rain outside, it falls and falls In my mind, my heart, your love calls Calls to me and wants me to remember Love is beautiful, joyful and tender. My hopes leap so high and so bright But the fool in me is filled with fright I pray to God and my angels above Please lift this curse so I can love.
I love the seasons spring, summer, autumn winter or fall I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all I love the snow so fluffy and white and the summer sun so warm and bright I love the new flowers in spring the pretty colors and the sweet fragrance that they bring I love the autumn when the leaves start to fall I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all. All things bright and beautiful.
A lonely grasshopper Although the contemplative may disagree, In late Autumn when leaves change A scented shade of pine pale torn brown; Within happiness shift change to sadness... Amidst the gait of timely hue A brash circumstance to fully cooperate Having no given sense of forbidden solace to relate; In full view of its silence; A lonely grasshopper reacts Within myraid currency for distant fervor in restoration, Now tired from its journey rests & waits; In full view of solace by which to delegate.... Although in time stregnth comes in numbers stealling thunder Amidst a surprising fall in compromise thought; A long line of twisted ambers falling asunder The firm swift call in delegation mixed with thorns; In a wooden chamber created within its waiting sphere, An illusion filled wit silent heavy members drew near, With pulsating madness running through my brain A bridge of hope to guide then suddenly elapsed in fear; I shed a single tear for want to draw near, In swift desolation a rest on a sofa Silence... Suddenly in full view the butterfly arise Emerging in figures of candles with triumph from its cacoon; In colors of lavender in mesh slight red with blue, It radiates a slight quiver in my head; At first frost the elimination of its timely plight, The cue for silence as we follow its light, To the natural man their is always a different way by which to understand, That destination which always seems right; With its elimination of truth, One is completeley forced to live by sight! In time, a lonely grasshopper is then eager, A search for order amidst its fire; The yearning quiver of its timely desire With thorns fully grown in the place of fear A soul twisted in vice can ultimately still draw near The lonely grasshopper still embraced its life's journey after all!
In the cool autumn morning, When leaves did softly fall; I heard the geese fly over, The beckon in their call. And in the day's dawning, My mind began to roll; Back to fields of clover, Where as a child I'd stroll. To a clear summer's morning, In woods of green I'd roam; Seizing the moments forming, Till mother called me home. And as my mind did wander, I longed for those days known; All that time to squander, Oh my, how it had flown. The geese calls grow dimmer, Quiet now fills the room; Heaven's light doth glimmer, A brightness in the gloom. And in the darkness looming, Twas angels I heard call; In the cool autumn morning, When leaves did softly fall.
As autumn bids the land farewell And winter's visit starts An air of pure enchantment Stirs something in our hearts The sleeping earth is covered in white As the snow falls gently down A sight to behold as the sun comes up The trees adorned in ermine gowns The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns On the hills children shriek with delight The odor of hickory hangs in the air Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright Yards are dotted with snowmen Each with a jolly bright face Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes With a shawl of silvery lace Footprints dot the landscape And in the wintry chill A majestic stag stands regally A king upon the hill Winter is a masterpiece Designed for all to see A living showcase arranged by God To be enjoyed by you and me
He watches the sparrow as it glides In the brightest morning sky He counts the times it's wings unfold As He sees His creation fly He whispers and the wind blows As it moves the autumn leaves He smiles and the waves arise All across the mighty seas He speaks to all the flowers As they strain to reach His Voice Even the mighty oak tree Lifts his branches to rejoice All of nature listens To the Father as He commands But He molded us in His own Image With the Love in His own Hands
Looking out across the valley brings pleasant memories of times I stood here drawing the water, sky and trees. I've watched the seasons as they change from wintertime through the fall, embracing the challenge each one presents as I've drawn here at the wall. The springtime with each bud so new and the summer in it's strength of green, the autumn with each changing leaf, there's just so much to be seen. But I realize that as I've been creative, my efforts are imitations at best of the work of One who has created a Masterpiece far above the rest. Douglas L. Ace
On this autumn day In the heart of the city The sun will have it's say The leaves look so pretty In the heart of the city Joy fills the air The leaves look so pretty It's life without care Joy fills the air This day is a dream It's life without care We are not what we seem This day is a dream Heat from above We are not what we seem From the sky comes love Heat from above The sun will have it's say From the sky comes love On this autumn day
autumn afternoons glow with colorful nuances i delight in shades of crimson but not as much as azure no not as much as the color of your kind, confident eyes if only i could swim in the crisp cool blue of your eyes and watch the shades of azure deepen as i get closer to your heart but eyes are only a window to the soul not the doorway when daylights exhausted its wealth of amber hues and eve brings upon us shadow i take comfort in the five pillows that surround me yet i am not as comforted in cotton and down as i am in a handful of your honey tares fine as strands of spun sugar and by the time I'll recognize this moment the moment will be gone for true loves sweet endeavor to wait to find this will last forever but as seasons change autumn to winter so does passions sweet affairs a brief exchange then a wave good bye if i never stop could i find you just might wave hello again to belive my life is gonna see the love i give return to me
The sun climbs up a great big hill To land upon my window sill. The spider swings from tree to tree Trying to get away from me. The little limbs yield to the breeze As it wanders through the trees. A cat sneaks across the grass Toward a mouse upon the path. A little squirrel searching for seeds Looks at me, his eyes say 'please.' A sassy Jay calls me a thief It wasn't me who stole his seeds. A little rabbit we call Billy Looks at us like we are silly. An apple slice he will eat Nod his head and cross the street. The weeds have such pretty flowers Then jump six inches after a shower. The autumn trees begin to glow And shed their pretty leaves below. The owl wakes as evening nears He hoot, hoot, hoots for all to hear. The night waits and bides it's time Waiting for the moon to shine. As I kneel at days end I thank you God for all my friends. Cile Beer
A young man search for light Yet, his uncaring frat Blinded his sight! Himself on the ground, Where there's no one around; Except the warbling creatures, On a tiny branch, in folly they swing To comfort his wounded feeling, Till they're shunned away, By the raging winds, of autumn in gray! Rising from fall, he feels the morning mist, Lending him the freshness he needs; In his heart, he doesn't want to miss, The eternal words, to be spoken To the brethren, By the destined seer! For forgiveness and guidance, To the Almighty, he prayed, earnestly! Because of his repentant soul, He regained his sight, anew!
under the boughs of her personal tree she counts her wishes,one two three theleaves fall down so she cannot see she falls asleep for a thousand years the world revolves around her fears she knows it all but never hears the cormorants along the shore dive for love and evermore but that's not what she's waiting for the sentinels address the sky, pour out their seven bowls and sigh but she just lets the time go by dreaming bouquets and a ball dancing with her prince so tall whirlling,twirling through it all until the white lord sharp of tongue brings to mind the old and young on his stallion he will come to brush the autumn leaves away from where she sleeps until that day when he will take her hand and say... ARISE!
October light, burnt against pumpkin colored tree skin, lit with autumn secrets which only nature knows October sky, blue as ocean frigid, promising to bring the cold as winter mushroom grows October song, written in the minor, mourning key sad and soulful warning to hibernate your sun-starved, liquid dreams October ending, letting leaves dissolve, understanding warm rebirth is the other side of the cycle to be blossomed: faith, belief...
The voice of many waters Rivers, oceans, seas and falls Extol the Lord of all the earth From mountains, vales, hills he calls In the fresh summer air And in breezy autumn winds Through the lowest grass, highest tree A still small word begins Beneath rocks and atop plateaus In open plains and inside caves None can hide their faces From the truth that Jesus saves Ominipresent in all His creation And the darkness is as the light His sun does shine by day And his stars all shine at night To reveal His face and essence The way that he sees yours For all power empowers, never forces Listen to his praise outdoors
A forest stands at the far end of the valley of unreality The leaves are blown by an autumn breeze let the wind do its work we walk down the path and see the brillant colors in the distance someday we'll return home but for the present we will just enjoy what we can there is so little time to waste We must make haste! Somewhere in the distance a bird is winging its way to it's nest We are strangers in this land and must close the curtain all too soon Somewhere in the distance the small bird is returning home It's out of sight now but we have seen it fly We're not birds but our spirits can soar
Where did we come from? asked winter, of gratitude. Who and what are we becoming and belonging? asked spring, of hope. Where are we going? asked summer, of faith. How did we get here, again? asks fall, with incarnating grace, winnowing harvest's climatic outcomes, regenerative, redeem-and-balance, economic mind. Each life, and all life, is a synergetic ReGenesis Project. How are yours coming along?
Destituted from the highest throne Shivering under the cold rain alone To excess I am prone, but this I will demand I beg you, Beloved do not leave this grey land The steps echoing with the memories of your smiles I can still see your laughter dancing on the tiles Of this empty hallway we used to share I dare yell, plead, don't you dare! Leave me stranded into this foreign winter To none of my needs it is able to catter Oh, Love, there is still so much to do together Your luminescent presence gone, I catch a feather Symbol of utmost radiance As I lose all my patience I can't stand it anymore, I forbid you to leave! To find yourself being alike the autumn leaves! Not yet Love Not yet a Dove Not yet Love, not yet, I'm not yet in Heaven So please, run away from the ominous Raven Don't die yet, my one true Love Don't depart for a land high above I've yet to gain those porcelain wings As the oppressive bell of death rings I have yet to earn the title of Angel A spirit to hear the chorus of a bell With your name inscribed on it with impurity And I know I will not get away with impunity But in the end, it does not matter As I watch it go down, this meter Soon, it shall come unavoidable The Bittersweet, so damnable! I will not try to lie I have still yet to die So please, be patient, just a little longer So I may welcome you, in those lands yonder... And instead of crows eating at our rotting corpses Into the night where the firefly boldly dances You will find us to be nothing more than pair of dove Dying together, writting The End in common, for Love A flame long divided, united in demise Bound into eternity by scarlet ties A wildfire, spelling words of Us


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- Band Name: Wolf & Cub
- Record Label: 4AD
- Release Date: Mar 6, 2007
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A fierce vision quest of psychedelic riffs 'n' roll that manages to sound like hard rock, shoegazer and new rave all within the same song, yet never feeling forced or false. [Mar 2007, p.98]
Whilst it might not reinvent the wheel, Vessels is a rewarding slice of indie rock with a pleasing amount of dark psycadelic twist.
Wolf & Cub manage to fill Vessels to the brim with irreverent guitar solos, pounding bass lines, and, well, let's just say they have two drummers for a good reason. [#24, p.102]
In lieu of dynamics, [bassist Thomas] Mayhew's pull-out method keeps the album engaging. [Mar 2007, p.99]
A fetching blend of noise, melody, and swagger. [#17, p.88]
If the Valentines' inspired drone-rock of "Hammond" suggests a more stoned Spiritualized, their commercial future will depend on refining relentless glam-stomps "This Mess" and "Steal Their Gold." [May 2007, p.115]
All said, the album's capably produced by Tony Doogan, Secret Machines aspirations and all, and it's a debut wrapped in sophomore expansion, a third of a universe away from anything deservedly cosmic and anything appropriately full.
In the end, Vessels comes across as a promising guitar-driven breath of fresh air trapped in a box of squeaky-clean studio tricks; what was hopeful is now hopeless, and what seemed like an exciting rock revival is simply a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Many songs start out as radio-friendly rockets before shooting off into a disorienting psychedelic haze. [May 2007, p.106]
[It] mines a similar seam of hard rock to that pursued by countrymen Wolfmother, only without so many Black Sabbath influences. [May 2007, p.129]
That the songs are essentially interchangeable 8-cylinder rawk is one thing; that they begin to clearly resemble the long-forgotten, acid-coated Eastern-revivalists Kula Shaker is something more distressing altogether.
There's plenty to miss here if you make the easy, been-there, heard-that dismissals, even if it's still mostly just stoner rock.
Half great and half pointless.
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ameliaApr 10, 2007amazing live - two drummers! great band + great album
JustinSApr 9, 2007Pretty good album, awesome live.
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I dunno...my mind is more like fried egg.
@Cinlilly: Go beg for a Wii. @Legend: YOU'RE ASIAN!!!?...wait, that's old news. And shame for that @$$ for using the "n" word. >Xd
lol I need yall MSN or Aim sn so we can stop playing this clan msg tag thing xD
[email protected] if ya want But I don't IM a lot I find this more fun than IMing
oh yeah! i'm sorry Shinku! got the code! will put it in as soon as Soshi stops playing MGO~
massive AO IM chat???? count me in!!! Lets all join in on picking on Legend!!! WOOOOT
I still gots the same name on AIM: Shinku no kage ...its been a while since I've used it, I think the last time was when we had the Japanese Lesson thread of tsurara's going....I cant even remember my password anymore.(@_@) ...and yes, let us all pick on Legend. >XD
I got my MSN in my profile you lazy maggots. [email protected]
*doot doot *
Abu use to have an MSN, but it doesn't work on her laptop anymore...