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Beautiful day

Oh how  beautiful the day you  gave to me
 
A new and bright glorious day your mercy is new and your love is fresh
 
Lord I desire your ways and  your rest to see your hand touch my life
 
Is great and peaceful and keeps me right
 
 
 
I stand  and look inside my soul
 
The way you make things unfold
 
The little things Lord they make me new
 
The touch of the wind gives me life from  you.
 
 
The flowers and  there fragrance are lifting me up
 
I love you Lord your precious to me even though I fail and wander you take me in and make me humble
 
Your  ways are glorious why can't the world see the light you  give inside me take my hand Lord help me be
 
The woman you made when you set me free.
 
 
 
Written by:©Betty Bolden
 
9-6-04
 
All poems are copyright!©


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Whispers of Light

One frozen winter with icicles sparkling,
And heavenly voices wafting through trees,
The tiptoe of fairies laughing and crunching
Sweet scents of angels perfumed the breeze.
Sunshine in treetops brought morning prancing.
Bright puffs of stardust tingled butterfly wings.
A whisper of light like diamonds came dancing,
And melted my soul into silent repose.
Woodpeckers rat-a-tat-tatted on trees.
Whip-o-wills rustled in nests built of leaves.
Songbirds flew fluttering while sparrows sang.
Soft voices of angels through my daydreams rang.
Oh, symphonic morning with whispers of light,
Evoke in my soul a spiritual delight. 
Euphorically, musings sent visions spinning.
Lifted my sorrows and pampered my soul.
Angels silhouetted at the dawning that day,
Forever remains a most wondrous sight.
This vision was given with love from above.
One frozen winter in whispers of light.

Ó February 11, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Whispers of Light
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle


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Tamed by a Red Rose

I sat in the park
On a dark Autumn day
The rustle of leaves
Natures death bouquet
 
They swirled and spun
Around my park bench
What i witnessed next
Made my cold hands clench
 
Where the leaves dispersed
An angel appeared
Tattooed dressed in black
My life for i feared
 
On approach to me
My heart raced
A black angel
To me face to face
 
As i await my fate
She sees what i hold
There's a sadness in her
As tears start to unfold
 
She has spotted the red rose
I bought for my girl
As all around
The park started to swirl
 
Leaves flew
In sporadic directions
Tree's cried
Like hurtful infection
 
The sky darkened
As thunder rolled
One lightening flash
And lo and behold
 
As i raised my head
She was smelling the rose
Her feathers of black
In outward pose
 
Staring, watching
Trying to believe what I'm seeing
A black angel in the park
With a entranced human being
 
The clouds dispersed
Just as soon as they came
The tree's stood silent
And the leaves did the same
 
Her hands clasped
To her breast they close
This black angel cries
Tamed by a red rose




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php


Details | Personification | |

I Am Moon




I am Moon Shining in the Night Softening the Earth's Darkness With my Subdued Light


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From The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand - E PLURIBUM ANUS



RIPAE BENI DEAU VER

In modus fasciculumque Brady pus.
Rogationes, confractum egemus.
Minara excommunica
Ripa nostra, sus amica,
Sic superbum precum, pape beatus.



Story:
http://www.sloveniatimes.com/president-to-attend-pope-francis-s-installation-mass#komentarji


The National Poet Of Slovenia In A Language People Understand moves in mysterious ways. Just ignore him. 


www.jesus.si


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

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


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The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


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A poor child's saying

In autumn the trees
were shedding their leaves

i was sitting in the light
watching the lovely sight.

i felt the moving breeze
which indeed made me please

there i was- among the rocks
my feet didn't wear any shoes nor any socks;

i looked at my clothes;all dirty and torn
this was what i had months ago worn,

i was still the same
without a name

even the autumn was same
but every time it came

it re freshened my soul and made me glad
and forget all the things that made me sad

true, most of the rich are luxuriated and pleasured in jeweled lump
but the pleasure obtained by the mesmerizing nature's beauty lies within the reach of some...


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4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Ballade | |

The Angels came today

This poem is about a mystical experience I had whilst walking the wetland trails one day.


Angels came today

I think my angels came today
They stayed with me a while
Young Michael well he made me laugh
He really made me smile.
He made me happy with his ways
As he made my old feet dance
It seems he’d make me act the fool
Any time he got a chance’

He came with me on the wetland trails
He had a sense of humor
They say he really plays that horn
Perhaps it’s just a rumor!
He made me dance along those paths
Put lightness in my feet
And then came Angelique too
Oh she was very sweet.

Angelique, wondrous angel
Did hold me in her gaze
It seemed that she will always try
Some pain then to erase
Her eyes were lovely mystic blue
All love, and rich compassion
As she glided into me
In an angel kind of fashion.

I know not if these feelings felt
Were the play of restless mind
Or if these two indeed were angels
And yet they seemed so kind.
They gave me laughter
Gave me love
And I hope we meet again
For I felt within their blessed presence
The absence of all pain.


Details | Haibun | |

Trees

Watch and listen carefully.
There, do you hear the stirring?
Wander over and move the bracken
see the hedgehog scurry away,
now fat and sleepy


Tall pines are waving
as the gentle breeze blows
branches are dancing


Aromatic scent of their wood
floods the valley, everything
smelling so fresh from the tang.
Birds sing out in happiness
perching high up in the canopy.


The mighty oak who's
heavily laden acorns
crash down to the ground


Squirrels quickly gather them up
to store for winter hiding them
in hollow trunks and small cracks.
Then tuck themselves up
in their dreys to hibernate


Horse chestnut ripens
swelling up in fruition
kernels taste so sweet


Now the hot chestnut sellers
stand by their braziers
toasting the nuts
passing them out in
brown paper bags,
watch the child tossing one
from hand to hand
impatient for them to cool


Ash stately stands guard
over the silent churchyard
no trespassing here


Well tended graves
nestle under its canopy
crosses and angels standing watch too,
a quiet place to come and reflect.


Yew so poisonous
keeps the animals at bay
protecting the graves


Details | Imagism | |

An Angel Weeps

Look all around you
what do you see?
a world that was beautiful

Look closer, draw near
look from above
see the gnashes

There are great bare patches
de-void of their trees
just dust bowls

The angel watches
and her tears fall
like rain

As each lands
it heals the land
new growth appears

Soon a host of angels
each one weeping
their tears restoring all


Details | Personification | |

THE END GAME THE END




         **********Note: The Game is over********



The second batter put th ball
             Over the fence
No one knew where it went
It screamed and it screeched the sky
And burdened it's silence with light
        --------
Their was an Angel in deep middle field
It was also an Angel of the LORD
He really fielded it hard....
      ------
He swept so high
That he breech the sky
He braved the breath of
Death and Eternity
But, He make it back eventually
      ------
He cast that ball in the name
              Of the Lord
But, He didn't cast that hard
And as it turned out
The game was won
In the name of the Father
And the Holy Son
And this is how we have
To end this pun!


                 Poet Author
                 Gary FIELDS


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


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Forest Nymph

     FOREST NYMPH
Deep in the forest, where the world is mine,
and lost to everyone I've ever known,
so dark in day where sunlight doesn't shine
except in silver streams all mine alone,

she came in gentle, warm and summer rain,
out of a misty light, with searching eyes,
and all to soon she found my joy and pain
before I had the time to realize.

I'd never be the same, from just the look,
into her eyes, so deep and far away,
and then she read my life, my opened book,
I'd sur'ly bared to her in summer play.

The fear of God is all I can compare
to how she looked, and how she found me there.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


Details | Quatrain | |

Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


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Angel Dust

‘Purer than the Driven Snow’, has echoed throughout the years.
Why? You might ask… is it thought to be so…so very dear?
It fascinates and boggles the mind, in so many interesting ways.

The white it shows, is truly the purest white, we will ever know.
Intricate shapes are beyond belief, never one the same, to show.
Millions do fall in a single storm, that’s a miracle, too, I say.

It can blanket and protect the ground from a day’s deep, hovering cold.
It holds our minds in awe, so very white, reflecting its’ light into our soul.
It sparkles in the deep moonlight, inspiring us to our knees, to joyfully pray.

And where does it come, but from the heavens above, on a very cloudy day.
A playgrounds dream, where imagination sings, and sends us, to its’ display. 
Where snow angels are made, on a winter’s day… in such a touchable way.

 This I do call… Angel Dust… God’s Gift… for us.


CSEastman For Angel Dust Contest 10-14-2013


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SK- 4

Silence has spoken
From the roaring of the tides
God is a river


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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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Light To Dark

You think you’ve gone just far enough,

I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again

You think you were careful but,

I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form

You think you can find a way into my good graces

I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume

You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents

You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win

Don’t underestimate me

You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing

You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down

My eyes took too long to adjust

Better late than never

It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours

My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep

Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet

Then I thought about the mess it would make

I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own

I was not weak, but I had a weakness

A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care

No longer

Now my heart is a stone so heavy

I could kill at least two birds at once 

Being the nice guy is a thing of the past 

Thanks for freeing me of that softness

You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things

When really I had just been swallowing razor blades

Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong

Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you

If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run

Your gonna be the one with tired feet

I’m not sad anymore

Just sick with the plague of your lies

Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss

Even angels can make themselves wicked

When we do, we take no prisoners

Still think I’m a game

This one is just beginning


Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.


Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.


Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.


Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,


through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow



Details | Personification | |

Whether

As I opened my eyes with a sound,
Which was of a little sweet bird around,
Humming softly on the window beside,
Calling the sun out from its darkened hide.

It pricked me to think of someone,
Someone close that i knew,
The quality of keeping hope alive,
And always expecting the rise anew. 

I walked upto the window frame,
And saw a view no one can tame,
The sun rising on the horizon, 
Spreading its shine in all the region. 

Again Someone came to my mind,
A very Dear person i knew, 
The quality of spending smiles everywhere,
Even if you have earned a few. 

The breeze slapped in my face, 
And shook me out of laziness,
Pure and refreshing as i felt,
Now looking with more easiness.

The slap made me remind once more,
Of the same person i knew,
Her rejuvenating laugh and her kind words,
As lovely as a Cat's "Mew!" 

The bright day with colorful scene, 
Calling you to get out and breathe,
Trees, grass, flowers and bees,
Together creating a wonderful wreathe. 

At this moment i became just confused,
Because it struck me weird again, 
Of the same person i said i knew,
As she resembles the extraordinary aine. 

Her laughter as it brightens me up, 
Pushing me to live some more, 
Various in forms and one in sense,
Awakening me to love a little more. 

Soon i was baffled so much,
That is she like nature or nature like her? 
Or am i just feeling all this non sense!
Because i know i am not making any sense!

Soon i gathered myself together,
And talked some reason in it,
Who is it that i love more? 
Is it the nature or Her love for me infinte?
 
Then i found the answer to my question,
In a very profound manner,
That no matter who i love more,
She has those qualities to garner,
Its about her and my love for her, 
That makes me feel this way,
Whether nature always remains this way or not, 
She will always remain the same,
That ''US'' would never get apart, 
For she ll always remain in my heart,
Whether nature may not be upto the mark with time, 
But she ll always have that spark and she ll always be mine.


Details | Free verse | |

OF a Tree, Thee, and an Angel's Fee

Force feed me the taste of your skin

‘You will have to break my chastity belt wide open now
for I have sold myself into silent slavery to this ….our universal broken heart

even you will have to try hard……to save me now

I cannot recall your sounds…your hand motions 
as they devoured the subtle softness of me 
drew round my curvaceous places in curling ownership
intimacies’ sweetest embrace 

But too…you move to me 
with a ferocity that mowed the grass down  to a short golf course length 
from the living room table where you drew it happening… a hundred years ago

The length of your hair too has been a subject of much debate 
Love
that surging heavenly song...that told our story so well
 
like that movie from long ago about the girl who cut off and sold her hair to buy her love a golden watch fob and chain …the one who sold his golden watch to buy her a beautiful clip pin for her gorgeous long hair 
………………………………..you see how this goes …with true love

We cut off our noses and then turn backs on our faces 
and on each other on Facebook 

Itself the enemy…where only devils and the luckiest of angels spread


Tread on me beloved!
till I am awakened 
to our lips 
 which just now in writing I suddenly can feel meeting again

taste 
smell 
the salted brine of your pure water and sometimes beer soaked self

Is it me you feared 
as you said Good bye?

How little you know me 

like the formation of the first ever green tree grows up one limb at a time 
from a base long song of deep roots and strong center...so beautiful the Hosts stagger before its creation ….Halleluiah
The limbs sprouting forth like the wings bursting out of the flesh of the first angel 
who died in agony as they were formed….exploding from his shoulders
moving her hair aside as the arch of wing thrust like white tree limb from the goodness within
and the reincarnation of true kindness was born to the conscious of itself

so my love knows no limit 
my soul no separation
and my being no longing


Details | Free verse | |

To Where a Snowflake dies

A war in heaven reluctantly concedes
To the lullaby's in the night singing softly
Covering us in heavenly whisper blows
As feathers falling light so intense and gracefully 
Escaping God's whitened watery coves

And somewhere up above
I believe there are angels also grooming
Thus, for the twilight showing, shedding as they rush
The world as such, always in a hurry
But, for an instance and out of nowhere
An avalanche of marvel captivates the hush

And in my distant mind I most certainly can relate
As to the stars and ancient sands of grain
My tongue tasting these miracles of wonder
Reaching further to acquiesce
In greetings, to miniature designs
Crafted out of God's very hands of great

While, celestial bodies move
Constant shadows consume
Around assumptions of the human mind 
Thus, begins the dusk and ends 
To the place where a snowflake dies

Look around
Who is it that seems to care
Or thinks to ponder the manual labor input here
With hammers, chisels, nuts and bolts
Never to witness to a mere mistake
Or upon discovery any kind of error

Yet, I listen… to the silence…
Extracting all its pleasure
Before, another million frigid seedlings ashen
Met with daunting fate
And in the still of tranquil
Neither snowflake cries out or offers up complaints

For a day
Or merely several nights evermore
A complex purpose
Or to thus, a simpler existence
Then, I pause...
Unto supposition, as I meditate the message

Guesses drift off, into what's last unknown
Of the never ending knowing
Embracing their provident life
Watch as they embrace each other closer
In a bank of ice, waiting for the melting




Details | I do not know? | |

Lessons

     I tried to drown my sorrows, but they learned to swim.  Which taught me you can't run, you can't hide from our less than perfect side.  Even though the dog paddle is all you know.  Try hard to swallow your pride.  Because sorrow is along for the ride.  Sorrow teaches us to realize and appreciate the times that don't bring tears to our eyes~~Blessings  Catfish      3/17/2014


Details | Light Poetry | |

When we go to heaven

When we go to heaven will you dance with me

will you finally see the shelter you provided

the love you showed for me in time

your hand in mine so freely wide

When we go to heaven will we walk along the sea

hand in hand you and me

Will we see Jesus together and feel free

so close to Him you and me


When we go to heaven can we walk the streets of gold

He paved for us


I see the time in my mind so clear

us walking side by side

so free and so near


I will look for you one day above

when we go to heaven we'll be free

you, and me and Jesus,


Us Three...



Written by://©Betty Bolden

11-15-05

All Poems are copyright!


Details | Rhyme | |

ANGEL DUST

Never seen beautiful angels
sprinkle angel dust on me
as snowflakes on a leafless tree,
and I don't expect them to alter things
when they swoop down with their long wings;
where were they when I faced fears and dangers?


Angel dust has another meaning...
besides the magical power to alter a destiny,
kids of my age used this drug
and went insane, not recognizing 
themselves, their personality changed drastically;
some even wanted to jump out of a window.


Sweet angels, leave Heaven and visit me  
on the days when wishes freeze on silent lips,     
let them resemble snow falling on distant hills,
and deserted roads like the one I'm traveling on!
Let me catch many snowflakes softer than a baby 
with soft skin...whiter than daises basking in the spring sun!


A boy, barely fourteen, has been found dead as a poisoned rat
on the bleachers of a run-down baseball field frequented by a hungry cat....
his red eyes were wide-open imploring a merciless sky color rust;
no angel came down to save him: he laid there and painfully died!
Who gave him that powerful drug? Did he want to bite the dust? 
He has taken that secret with him...why didn't anyone listen when he cried? 
 


Entered in Gail Angel Doyle's contest,
" Angel Dust "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 10/18/ 2012


Details | Romanticism | |

Moment

The drops of rain brushed my eyes,
Breeze blowing in my face long,
Instilled a freshness in my heart,
With nothing but love all along. 

The moistened drop touched my skin,
As it dwelled itself within me,
Amounted an emotion of freedom, 
And reflected my soul upon thee. 

The thunder wave across the sky,
Creating scenic beauty to be seen,
Fulfilling the desire of light in life,
To filter the darkness where it has been.

The sound of birds and insects,
Nature singing pleasingly,
Peace to the ears and the soul,
Aspiring me to be free. 

Rustling of leaves from the tree's,
Adding the effect to nature's soundtrack, 
From the water drippings to the air's whoossh!
No one can save me from this wonderful attack.

And then i see a distant image,
An image of a lady old,
Blur! Why can't i see properly?
May be my eyes are sore!
What was i wondering? What just happened?
I asked myself confused!
I can't hear, i cant see well!
I am in eighties and i am old!

What was i feeling? What was it?
I wondered again in tears!
With the lady stepping out from the blue,
Wiping all my fears!
She talked to me but i couldn't hear!
I could just read her lips!
'' It was this moment, you proposed me 50 years back!''
'' and we begun our journey and joined our tracks! '' 

She smiled at me and hugged me warm,
All in my head were the thoughts that swarm,
It was the place and time, i reckoned,
All the way before all this happened,
The gist of nature and her loving face,
This moment in her eyes i could just gaze,
The feeling of love and nature together,
The true harmony Co-existing forever,


Details | Couplet | |

QUEST

I'm leaving town on a backwood's quest
in this world even lions.. need their rest

Thoughts of this solo journey make me thrill
peaceful solitude for me is such a big deal

God knows in His Kingdom I work and invest
there's not another man that feels more blessed

God's chosen angels sometime need to heal
escape life's busy rush and get away to be still

Here, out in nature, is how healing is dressed
The lion regains his roar.. oh I'm so impressed

Angels regain their wings nature's curative pill
out here you touch heaven, you see and feel

Date: 6-15-14


Details | Sonnet | |

The Lady Suffers

The Lady Suffers 


What of the slow falling of morning dew 
rain that sets a cold shiver upon you
A sky that dances to yet mock anew
goodness and gentleness surely your due!

Can earth dare to ever this one reproach
promises of your sure sweetened approach
Pretty maiden of your innocent ways
sends joy into glorious summer days!

What of wind that so evilly blows
away all sacred words that you compose
Dares wickedly ruin your pretty hair
disrupt loving mood of my lady fair!

Nay, Nature careless , so very cruel 
made up of harsh acts that so rashly rule!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-24-2014


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Mercy Killing

What happened last night brother, 
Please tell me it's not true, 
Was i a bother, 
Don't tell me you have no clue, 

Why am i locked up in an asylum, 
Don't you trust me, 
Am i getting my mammogram, 
it's my right to know please tell me, 

Don't isolate me please, 
I beg you, am only human, 
Tell them to handle me with ease, 
Am almost a young woman, 

Don't turn away when i speak, 
I need some answers, 
These injections are making me weak, 
Not forgetting my ulcers, 

Is this about the mercy killing, 
Please brother, don't cry, 
You tried your best but am not healing, 
Please let me die, 

I can's feel my limbs, 
The medicine is getting stronger, 
Please take care of the other siblings, 
Am growing weaker, 

Am done leaving on life support machine, 
Just let me go, 
You tried but am a broken engine, 
lease let my spirit go, 

This are my last words brother, 
Please don't try and save me, 
Last night when i had a seizure, 
The doctor defiled me...,


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Nature

I woke with a new ray of light,
Opened my window pane,
seeing the beauty of dusk,
I stepped out in the lane.

Dancing trees, chirping birds,
Mesmerising whistles all around,
What brings a shiver in me,
Is the glistening drops on the ground.

Cool breeze hovers around me,
Touching the depths of my soul,
Desperate sparrow for its grain,
Make my nerves go roll.

Life's many colours blended together,
Thus, creating a new rainbow,
May be once a serene dawn,
Yellow leaves again grow.

Quiet benevolent is the nature,
So tremendous is its casts,
Low horizons and distant clouds,
Really, all so honest in their tasks.

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Forthcoming

I saw an Angel with golden silver wings.
My ears tingled from her voice as she sings.
Adorned in gown of pastel green with golden hair,
Delightful music played, as my soul had no care.

Between her lyrics she sat ever so still.
Though interludes of nature did humbly fill,
Creatures of nature captured the beauty she expelled.
Their communication showered the quiet, as I exhaled.

This Angel said no words though spoke so clear.
With a melodious voice she concluded all fear.
Let not you heart be troubled or even soul lost.
For soon he will be coming he gave over the cost.

Forget what mortals’ say; that they know of his time.
For theirs is temptation, to lure thou into crime.
No man whether Holy or evil shall ever know his time of coming.
Though always remember, his return is truly forthcoming.


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I ran upwards



I ran upwards though my soul was chasing itself
downhill, 
a body deprived of hopes,
a boulder against the wind.
Horizon lines 
of worlds apart
embraced each other,
behind the top.

Trees failed to stop my soul,
happiness failed to stop my body.
I flew and I rolled, 
torn in two essential dilemmas...

To fail or to succeed?
To live or to fall prey...
to myself... to the world...
to my unspoken horrors.
To die or to fall prisoner
to reality? To deceit?
To myself...

I ran upwards, among figures of people,
and angels, 
and trees, 
and past God.
And when my soul hit the bottom, 
my body found pieces
of the Zenith, the bridge, the alley to conquer, 
beyond time and meaning, 
for my soul was a conqueror, 
and my body 
fell dead.


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The Angel I See In You.

Everyone who knows you calls you Angel.
Everyone appreciates you and truly everyone 
is held spell bound by your charming aura.
But how many knows you deserve your name.

I see beyond your captivating personality.
I see beyond your alluring & arresting look.
I hear more than your sentual tinglig voice.
I hear more than your soothing sound laughter.
I see the true you that is inside of you.
I see the Angel inside that manifests outside.
I feel that tender & loving person in you.

One whose caring nature is not hidden.
One who truly gives without inhibitions.
Your Angelic nature glows & rubs off on 
everyone who comes in contact with you,
making them want to have more of you.
You are truly loving and kind hearted.

You exhibit the characteristics & qualities 
of a true Angel,that it would baffle me if 
you are not one.But I know you are.
I pray you remain the true Angel that you are.
For that is what I see when I see you.
You are truly an Angel,and a worthy one at that.


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The Seasons of Love

The angel of dark 
The angel of light 
Everybody has a beautiful sight
weather its the front of a park 
or the side of a gym
that beautiful feeling comes from within
Beyond your heart 
beyond your soul
beyond the places that make you whole 
that feeling you feel is your meaning to love
a feeling that shoots from above 
the time the love falls
 is the time to move on 
when all that feeling is way past gone 
but always beleive because you are the branch and they are the tree


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A Fawns Miracle

It is hunting season in the mist of beauty and delight
In the thick of the trees, sounds of shooting, deer run in fright
Some grow weak  are taken by man
Others  search for safety somewhere in their land

A little fawn tumbles in fear, mother lost to the hunters dance
Not knowing where to go, suddenly, a light from his side way glance
He stumbles up on his feet, so confused, sadden and in fear
Heads toward the light with wonder, unaware of what is near

Hope in his little heart as he runs into a horrible surprise
Headlights in his face, breaks squeal, to his near demise
As he opens his heavy eyes, breathless and so unaware
Unable to move he shivers, to taillights of someone who cares

This angel who was approaching the near dead fawn
Was speaking to him with a soft voice as she  put him on the lawn
She spoke to him with love,  made him feel so safe
Hold on there beautiful baby I will help you find your place

He could feel his heartbeat grow weak as she stroked his little head
With tears in her eyes she spoke to God, this is what she said
Please lord it is my desire to save your wonderful creation 
Give him breath,  heal him please,  it is not his destination

Her tears fell on his face, warmth he could feel  once more
His breath along with his heartbeat,  strong like it was before
Strength was back in him, to his feet he did arise
He kissed the beautiful angel, for she saved him from demise

He headed for the woods, then suddenly he veered
He turned to look again, the angel disappeared
Saddened once more alone again was he
The horrifying noises gone, now silence, how could this be

He entered in the woods his mother alive, back on her feet
Happily he trotted to her, his heart just skipped a beat
Not only did the angel save him, from something bad
But all was back to normal in his home with mom and dad!!


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haiku 11 19 2014

butterfly river
flows through the woods angels greet
god creates heaven


















haiku 11 19 2014 haiku/nature category:angel, butterfly, god,                                    heaven, nature, river
©rajat kanti chakrabarty


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Just - Kyrielle

(Kyrielle) Just look around you and see how Nature every day to God bow Angeles then gather just singing All in Heaven is rejoicing. Then just see the most peaceful light When the sun rises high at dawn bright In all its beauty sky shining All in Heaven is rejoicing. God then just blesses inside my soul And makes me feel when in trouble whole He sets all my heart on fire dancing All in Heaven is rejoicing. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2014 November,13,2014


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the faller

The Faller 
He stands at the edge of a tall mountain looking down the sheer drop. 
Seconds pass. 
The man jumps! 
Nothing stops his fall. 
Rocks smash his frail limbs like matchsticks. 
End over end till he finally hits the valley floor 2,800ft below, 
his body a bloody broken mass. 
Why did he jump? 
Suicide? 
No. 
Because he enjoys it. 
He's the faller. 
This jump is his 318th off this mountain. 
Broken limbs, pulped body, severed head, fatal injuries and death 
are an occupational hazard. 
It's ok. 
The destructive injuries vanish after 30 minutes and 
the faller is as fit as a butcher’s dog 
and mad as a psychopath to jump again. 
Witness a freak: the faller.


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Making love to an Angel

I lay asleep in fields of dreams

Waiting for her to make her scream

I felt a chill across my spine

She entered the room of her divine

My eyes still closed she rubbed my back

I felt her nails though as a tack

Compress my pain into her chest

Releasing my undying stress

Her feathers draped along my legs

As she climbed on my lonely bed

For it was vacant only for her

As the angel of darkness now my cure

Her soft lips so tenderly

Caressed my back in ecstasy

The feeling she instilled in me

Was that of pureness and vanity

As she sprawled out as a porcelain doll

I felt the warmth turn into cold

Her nails grew long and sunk so bold

Straight to my heart removing my soul

Her feathers grew black when my life entered her

Her eyes so true now dark as she tears

Me limb from limb and devours my pride

I must die now as the Angel is alive

She lives off souls so desperately

Seeking love they turn and wait for greed

To find the one so sooth their soul

While removing the passion God only knows

The love from her was long over due

Her kiss was pure until she saw my truth

Devour me please and release my kind

As the Angel of Death made love to my mind


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TRILOGY OF THE HUMMINGBIRD Part One

TRILOGY OF THE HUMMINGBIRD 
Part ONE
Shadow Of The Hummingbird 
The light was off to the right side of me. 
The Angel had my attention first. 
He appeared just to my left. 
Forty feet tall his wings folded around HIM 
like a man wears a cloak. 
A Helmet on HIS head. 
He does not need his SWORD. 
The Sword was hidden under wings so nice. 
The light was not from this world but 
portal in the center of the universe. 
The place eye want to go when leaving mortal coil. 
Other worldly experience was natural unto me. 
This mourning this very day eye did see GOD. 
Inn the shadow of the hummingbird that winked at me 
with wings beating imppossibly quickly so fastly. 
The Spirit of the LORD who lives in every creature. 
And loves us every one of us no matter what we have done. 
He was in the Angel of the SON last nite that visited me. 
And then in the hummingbird that winked at me again HE loved me. 
Inn the shadow of the little thing is where eye saw my GOD. 
We are all just living inn the shadow of GOD's SON.