GRAND TOUR TO FAIRYLAND
Sprinkled-rainbow clouds reign above the skies,
peeping yellow in-between wrinkled pillars
shine like bulbs to crash the net of fog
attached to curve hands of green Cathedrals.
A carpet of bluebells and daffodils
covers the earth below. Creeping slow are mosses
and vines hugging the trees. Polka dots
of blood rich roses stand out.
Festoons of lavanders, garlands of lilacs
marched a primrose path for the queen
while the fruits from cherries' hush blush;
to peaches supple flair winks on mellow pear.
Afloat midair are high and low golden notes
trembling free upon river runs and bushes land.
Snaps and bounds from strums of bumblebees;
signal the nightingales to sing their anthem loud;
Their thumps of dulcet-sounds shake the hours.
Scents pure as Spring May cocoons the fair
while all around swirls the dragonflies--
the star dancers of the sun-kissed day.
Rushing wind whistles a lullaby to cast
a spell of never-never-land, for there live...
thumb-size flying creatures of their kind.
Regal in blinding white are the fays and fairies.
9:52 pm, April 05, 2015
S - P - R - I - N - G
Ah! Harsh cold winter must be tired,
his grip weakening, he breathes his last.
The frowning skies finally crumble fast
revealing downy blue clouds that waltz
The sun blows kisses of shine--- like a rainfall
touching, caressing but melting adagio
the white icy coats among branches...
The blossoms sultry strip to loosen their curves
then upon naked arms of trees curls
the color green trembling with symptoms of spring.
Birds twiddle free to sound like thrums.
Evergreen trees duet as they whistle
to calm tunes of nippy breeze.
All around a choir blushing fountain hues
of brown, red, pink and yellow.
Animals long-hiding from hugs of frost
now stands. They burst with grins and jolts--
like squirrels bouncing up and down.
Butterflies outstretch wings flutter by!
Snow that clogs and plugs finally weeps--
running dry with the heat rising slow on air.
It stirs sweet liquid pearls
to tip-toe on leaves and petal's swells.
Buzzing bees chase fresh floating nectar...
Lured, they dance on merry-go-round
in the warm bosom of smiling sunshine.
Coats and boots all pack and rolled away,
chuckles and giggles tickle the daytime flair
as little children prance to do some plays.
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06:49 pm, January 01, 2015
the branches surround me
with arms that hug
rocking me back and fourth
until the wind ceases...
It is raining leafs'
They are pouring down
If you half listen
They barely make a sound..
The birds' they do sing,
They doth' fly south
The tinny tinkling
Taste of morning dew
Is so prevalent...
I can taste it in my mouth
The petal has floated into a new vast world
The wind of harmony uplifts the petal
The petal is drifting with serendipity
The petal is in love
Bliss is all I see, floating on winds that freed me
Dancing with others in a swooning flurry
How long will nirvana last without my tree
Time, please do not hurry
Pity the perennial
They are isolated from winds of passion
Never taking a chance, never will they see unknown beauty
Why are they watching us while we explore all of mother nature's creation
Fading, the sun relinquishes my mortal soul
Withering away, the earth is reaping me
Crumbling, winds spread my ashes into the sunset
I am ready, sweet death
A puzzle piece you are to me
Like a vine without any leaves.
Your heart is pure your soul is
Gold, the sweetest thing I'll
ever hold! A miracle in my eyes
it seemed, knowing they said
no babies for me! Always a
surprise you seem to be just
like a puzzle piece! At 9 months
you walked but not until 4 did
you first talk! Always a terror
making a beautiful mess always
a surprise that has yet to be
met! The twists and turns I
know we will see will seem
somewhat like a roller coaster
to me! The milestones and
special gifts you bring will make
my life seem Like a dream, my
special boy I have always said
How special I knew not till
Aspergers they said! The
journey will be trying the
journey will seem long! But
with our family together we will
chug along! My special boy I
love you so and cannot wait to
see you mature and grow! Now
we have a goal we have our
dream you see to make you the
perfect fitting puzzle piece!!
Written by: Christina Kirks
McCullouch 04/05/2012 For
Jonathan S McCullouch Jr
Mommy loves you to eternity
and beyond! Forever and
Completeness present in thy whole soul
purest it from fully present all,
elf creature by chance on earth
antique moment, thou simply took birth,
Wild eyes rough as gods,
equal thou beauty goddess, failing all odds,
wasn't earth fate to get thee,
but for us all, left thou fairy free.
Go goddess go ! fled to thy fairy land
or penetrate simple in light deep sand,
As this earth not for thee to dwell,
or ring to call you up thy eternal bell.
as these earthly creatures might sight the deep
or in thy odd compartments might they peep,
go to the heaven or near it,
or they escape thy each fairy bit.
With the Will
And drifts away
From: " The Cross "
Xlibris Pub Book #106627
For the boy who had gone through his first crush.. wrote by Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare
First Crush: Crushed My feelings forever!!
Her epitome of innocence and virtue made me sick.
Friend around me suddenly pricked.
Scene from the titanic in my mind clicked.
I lost somewhere else and she squandered the opportunity.
Crazy girl, You clinged my heart!!
She was suffice so as I.
Looking at her radiant smile, I was blessed.
My feelings blushed on my cheeks.
God had postulated the first law of love.
Was it the infatuation?? Was it the love??
Crazy girl, Your face is glued on my heart!!
Blue whales diving down deep into the sea.
Molluscan shell in her arms, holding the glittering pearl.
Sun and moon playing the game of hide and seek.
God showered the ecstatic divineness.
Love arised from both the ends .
Her expression occupied the quadrangle of my soul.
Crazy girl, Your adorable persona sticked on my mind!!
My friends tagged her as my Queen.
But it was just a mystery.
I waited till last..
But She didn't rebelled the three precious words.
Desperately waited for the moment.
But When i saw her with his boyfriend.
Crazy girl, You killed my heart!!
Just left tears in my eyes.
Each and every memories of mine are fragmentized.
Just left with the ashes of moments that we share together.
Life just can't stop without being you.
But you are the luckiest one to be remembered for life time.
Crazy girl,My crush,You crushed my soul!! with Suyog Pagare
Beautiful ones are dying/
Directors on silent the film is sponsored by reality/
Voiceovers turn into scandals not propensity /
Actors with no clue they get glued in life's show their future is screwed/
Born raged their actions are so real/
Kill or be killed quest between scenes/
Poverty is more than the defining moment screams/
Hunger bleeding dreams with no makeup pencils/
A wakeup call before the final cut/
A turning point of a lifetime plot/
It’s a warm-up elevating hopes before credits/
Death too expensive/
No rehearsals nor sequels/
Dark clouded cameras carry life insurances/
Raining scenes on corruption’s free way and streets/
The cancer eating stunning extras/
Avalon cemetery the only Stadium Lavatory flushing off written off characters/
Beautiful ones are dying/
Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon, with your silver hair
That flows for eternity as on your beautiful silver steed speed
Across the huge sky; you use your beauty__ men to snare
How you've lured men for centures and their minds ensnare
Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon with flowing silver hair
Without a care on your beautiful silver steed ride on into eternity
Drawing all men, trap__luring to come and gaze with ease
Looking into the night sky they see your beauty as you ride by
Seemingly on your silver steed you rear up and stars
Flow into your trance and around your body they follow
Captivited by your beauty and magical pull into moon glow
How you have lured men for centures and them ensnared
Rhiannon, Celtic Goddess of the Moon, with your silver hair
That flows for eternity as on your beautiful silver steed speed
Hello world here I am this is how it is going to go you accept me for who I am or you are not.
I am a child of God and I know for a fact that he made me in his own special way.
So sick and tired of people saying what is beautiful and what is not.
I am like a rose so delicate, soft and beautiful I shine like the sun with that special glow.
So sick and tired of the magazines saying that I have to be a size in order to be accepted.
I have to look like a movie star I have to have big breasts, a flat stomach and a big butt.
In order to be called beautiful I am a goddess anyhow I am a queen who shines with the stars who glows with the moon and who is beaming like the sun.
I am who I am and I refuse to change for anyone they are going to have to accept me for who I am or they are going to have to keep it moving.
I love who I am in this skin I am in this skin I shine in this skin I glow in this skin I am a child if God.
Days buried in the snow to save
Recollections touching the grave
Moved by wind in desert of ice,
Moved far from the sea of thy eyes
In the forgot countries of glass;
With wasteful waves they quickly pass.
Stars gather them in their cold lights,
Dropping from sky, they burn our sights.
Longitude of longing new heights
Looms wave shinning hopes in checked nights
Windows with ice-flowers covered,
Know how their old perfumes were robbed
By young snowmen knocking at door
And asking at what colored floor
Is the blond spring`s good fairy hid?
Wind blows from the other side
Of horizon humming a lied;
Sleepy snowdrops started to read
About dreams riding white horses,
Climb up the mountain of Moses!
The butterfly went to a party last night all through the evening. It was the drunken butterfly and he saw all different butterflies through the night at the party. Both of them were drunk in front of the butterfly that evening. He woke up the next morning and he didn't remember who gave him drinks. It was different butterflies passing for everyone at the party. His friend found out that there was another butterfly drunk that evening. After that night, one was over and he began to face it with. One of the drunk butterfly at that evening. When he went up to all the butterfly were drunk at the party. Then that night, he went home to get straight from that night all day. Then he looked back to the party to find out who gave him drinks that evening.
red is the colour of her hair
an unnatural red
taken from a bottle
and red is the colour of her flair
where men stare
and she graciously models
her red is such a lovely thing
it has a ring and even sings
her red has it's own style
unseen for miles not on the dial
beneath the hair
a stern beautiful face
she's of her race
and carries a polished grace
some women look better
with their glare
forget the smile
that appears just once in a while
she stays just mostly to herself
guarding her wealth
her reverential status
and though she is fixed
with this aberration her sophistication
i give my admiration
Since I was a boy I have known of her . I've dreamed of her in my fantasies , I have visioned you in my thoughts.Never knowing why or how or
where she came from, Just she was there .Not ever did I see her face ,but I've known all the while of her beautiful smile. Eyes of an Angel , I can
see all the way to her soul. Hair that flows over her shoulders like a waterfall. . Just a dream in my head , my imagination gone wild , but I have
always known she would be mine one day , A goddess I will cherrish as my Queen and love her with all my heart. Spoil her with gifts and
treasures, what ever she likes .The girl of my dreams I have honestly seen .I have spoken to her and it is exactly as it was suppose to be . She's in
love with me. Oh and she is the prettiest thing, this woman thats always been in my dreams .I was put here to meet her and she to meet me . I have
always been in her dreams ,that's what she's been telling me . A match made in Heaven is what she claims, a love forever , a happiness for life , a
Joy in our hearts that makes our lives worth living. Every since I was a boy I have known her. This woman of my dreams.
Moon of the night,
I wish you could sing
You're indispensable to my being,
You guide me through this land,
of sparrows and nightingales,
over the bottle-green grass,
rain or shine or snow;
You're there every night
and the wrens sing to you,
and pondering on their thirst;
and in your eyes they see,
a lovely face,
for you have a face,
like all moons,
but you have one face
A face that illuminates.
Maiden of Mysteries
Her look delivers infinite inquiries
One mirror displays devilish ears
While the other depicts an angel with joyous tears
Pink, red, yellow and blue
All part of the personality crew
Does she have Hermes’s cunning?
The next action will be truly stunning!
With strength, she does not despair
Since her condition is quite rare
All of these mirrors make her unique
By combining into a magnificent physique
Like a present under a Christmas tree
You don’t know what’s inside until the wrapping frees
There is always a pleasant surprise
When meeting the Maiden of Mysteries
You are More than a Friend!
From the first time I knew you - From the first time I met you
Your words, joy, laughter, and peace, were so factual beyond my apprehending
Your inner man, inner beauty and placidness are always out spoken
Your friendship over the years enlighten up my soul, heart and life
Each jiffy I have an opportunity to be in your presence, talk to you, touch your hands
I often do not leave your presence the same-your tender heart often embraces my sorrows
Truly and honestly-You are More than a Friend
People say, friends come and go-For me, true friendship is forever
You have shared your mutual and frank friendship in my life
Despite the distance, silence and absence of your physical being or presences
Your voice and words always whispers in my inner most being
Deeds and words we shared, have built inside our subconscious as eternal memories
Although phantoms self-insecurities have kept us apart all this well,
Just Remember that-You are More than a Friend
Allow me to confess, acknowledge and admit-that fear and doubt
Often hinders us to express our feelings and to share our interior gifts with people we love
But I also highly appreciate your genuineness-your true nature and expression of love
Loving you, being by side and receiving form your deepest inner being is my utmost delight
I will always treasure and cherish our friendship-Because You are More than a Friend
I could not find appropriate way to articulate and convey my feelings and gratitude
But rather than speaking from my heart and through this medium
From my heart-through my talent-means using everything from within
Dearest Friend, I mean everything I said-And said what I mean
Frankly and candidly-You are More than a Friend
ONE DAY I SAW YOU SMILING INTO THE SUN LOOKING SO PEACEFUL.
WITHOUT A CARE IN THE WORLD WITH NO WORRIES IN YOUR HEART.
I WAS STANDING IN YOUR PRESENCE HOLDING YOUR HAND WITH NO ONE KNOWLEDGE OF WHAT WAS AHEAD OF ME.
THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN YOU VANISHED FROM MY SIGHT YOU SLIPPED AWAY FROM ME LIKE SAND FROM MY HAND.
THE WORLD SEEMED TO STOP WHEN YOU SLIPPED AWAY FROM THE FACE OF THE EARTH.
THE TEARS BEGAN TO SUDDENLY FLOW FROM MY EYES HOW COULD THIS BE I WAS JUST IN YOUR PRESENCE.
I TRULY MISS YOU BUT I HOPE ONE DAY WE WILL SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN.
I HOPE ONE DAY WE CAN GREET EACH OTHER IN THE AFTERLIFE.
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN I WILL KEEP YOU IN MY HEART I WILL KEEP YOU CLOSE TO ME.
I HOPE THAT ONE DAY WE CAN BE AT PEACE WITH ONE ANOTHER.
WE WERE WALKING IN THE RAINBOWS AND WE WERE LOVING THE SIGHT
In Africa you were born
In deep serenity
To the sounds of mighty drums
And rhythm’s authenticity.
Stole you from your righteous land
Cut it up like a birthday cake
Gave it back to Anglo hands
But your birth was no mistake.
Hot sun baked your deep skin
In their souls your people knew
Down in the delta the cotton moved
By the Negro spiritual, you grew.
The teachings of gospel embraced you
When Abe’s 13th had you lost
When the choir called you responded
Learned you could share your talent, but at a cost
A burnt cork mask for the audience
Buffoonery and minstrelsy, Jim Crow and Daddy Rice
Exploitation in a racist Nation
You got the blues
Had a melancholy mood
Broke down walls with the drowsy tunes
That free and rootless attitude
On the shoulder of Scott Joplin
Mesmerized with how his fingers played
Ragtime floats on running notes
In New Orleans your future lay.
The melting pot, jazz hotspot
Black people, white people, blue, and green
Creole heritage swirling all it meets
Street smart, fine art, everything in between.
Jazz is about freedom
You have to improvise
The band prides the electric ride
Sharing music with each other’s eyes
A jazz baby was born in the USA
Dare I say the American way
Day by Day by Day
A growing Jazz Baby played.
The animals know better than us. The rain has never poured so loudly in a key so soft.
To the front, the sailing of city buses and mini vans cruising across in this weather makes the water underneath their tires sound like the street is crying out for 5 more minutes of sleep. Up above, the trees are protecting a nest of baby blue jays before they get washed away by the silence of their mother not being there. But with sky blue young spirits, and small empty stomachs, they keep hope alive in the fact that even children know storms and struggles don’t last forever.
Below the trees, nature has found a name to call it’s own. From the hole dug by the little boy next door, a family of three foxes have named human nature sanctuary, and burrowed their problems into the sediment to rest for a while.
To the side of the hole, a flock of ducks are swimming in the water with eyes open wide enough to where you can see their loyalty to love one another rushes wild.
To the right of the pond, caged up in a man made blanket, and lost in his own mind, is the boy. From what he remembers, last night was like a train accident; A head on collision of two people he could’ve sworn he saw holding hands just the other day. He hears the sound of plates shattering in C-minor, and the chorus of words that his parents screamed in F-sharp, so he imprisoned himself in his own bed sheets, accompanied by the courageous corduroy bear who he swears keeps hearing whisper “everything will be okay.”
It’s raining outside, and the crescendos of screams have been silenced by it’s peaceful security.
The boy, sleeps soundly now. The rain has protected his ears, and guarded his heart from being washed away by all of his nightmares.
He doesn’t care whether he wakes up. The baby blue jay, the resourceful fox and the brave little duck are all he wants to keep dreaming about.
Maybe he’ll run away into the rain? Or maybe into the arms if his mother?, whom he prays he can still recognize. To the left of his bed, he picked up the blank page of his coloring book and a crayon, and became a life long poet in that moment that morning. Taking a deep breath in, and giving a soft breath out, his first sentence was
“The animals know better than us.”
I hear everything all too well
my weary body has no place to dwell
so much is told about me I often wonder what is left
is it not enough to mock me in the town square
do we need to gossip with family I never truly had
another tear I shed, but no one truly cares
I am the almighty beautiful Red in thought
and none of the world I live knows me or my past
what doesn't work for them they invent or add
she will forgive us all they reassure
Oh Dear God make me a bird, I wish to fly away
but the hens all laid for the day,
the hay needs to be tossed,
and who will milk the cow,
so the woman, Red that lives out sin
stays to work this farm again
Often she becomes overwhelmed by it all
but not me it is my destiny
in my land of fantasy and made up things
how I wish I could be like she
I am the scandalous one
I protect all those I love, at any cost
but I will never be good enough
I met a man once but he has traveled on
he talks of things I seem to do, but it is not my truth
he pays me back in silent death
I gave up everything to let him live
yet it was not quite enough you see
he needed my family, friends, and destiny
yeah, I met a man who claimed he knew me
in my land of lies and make believe
but Red she is strong and always says please
she is the beautiful one ever-so loving
and doesn't need things such as love
she has too much to do
her skin is not soft yet rough
and she is tougher than I will ever be
I just want to fly away each day
to some land I created
I live in beautiful dreams
in fields of wheat I long to be
where I saw my children last
but to Red they are forever gone
passed on to seed
yeah that makes my world of fantasy
with made up monsters so much better
ask Red she will know
I am weak yet she is so strong
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Just being silly
I can go ahead and personify the ocean
As this pen has been granted the poetic license
To carve a soul from a still object-
And make the ocean take the form of man.
The soft sand shaking forth beneath our feet
The sweet salty smell of the ocean-
Caresses our nostril to the presence of nature
As we watch the image unfold-
Of such huge expanse of water with ships lacing its trails.
So the sun came right above the sky
Embracing us with his scorching arms
Sending waves of heat upon the earth-
As we scamper to find a shade to rest our legs.
So we watched the waves wash the sea up the sand
And watched as half naked men dive headlong into the sea
And there by the shore some set their dice to roll upon the sand.
Just you and me; we watched as the day sailed by
And beggars raised their hands for token-
And little unfortunate boys walked hungrily behind their mothers.
Together we heard it speak,
As it tells us of how beautiful life is,
And how tumultuous the world could be,
So we should expect it.
It speaks to us about the joy that abound
When two people confide in the other,
So we should embrace it.
It speaks to us of how marvelous God is;
So we should seek Him.
Let’s bury our worries in the sand of yesterday
As the ocean speaks to us-
Of men who have been lost in the wind of vain
And of people staggering effortlessly in chain.
Man is history; just a filament of a story.
We heard the ocean speak,
So beautiful and terrifying,
We heard it shriek.
I WOKE TO A BEAUTIFUL SUNRISE THAT KISSED MY SOUL.
WITH A MORNING DEW THAT REFRESHED MY LUNGS WITH ALL THAT THE CREATOR OFER.
I GO OUT AND SMELL THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS EMBRACING THEIR BEAUTY.
THE SKY IS CLEAR AND PEACEFUL TO MY EYES AS I AM JUST GAZING AT IT THANKING GOD FOR THIS DAY AND FOR ALLOWING ME TO SEE IT.
THE GRASS IS FLOWING WITH THE COOL WIND WHILE IT SHIVERS MY FLESH.
PRECIOUS AND SACRED ARE YOU MOTHER EARTH BUT THERE ARE SOME WHO TAKE YOU FOR GRANTED.
THEY TREAT YOU AS IF YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT HOW CAN THEY DO THIS.
PRECIOUS AND SACRED IS THE EARTH AND HER BEAUTY SHE SHARES WITH US.
THE RIVERS QUIETLY WHISPERS TO THE SUN AS THEY FLOW ON WITH WIND.
OH HOW THE CREATOR LOVED US ENOUGH TO MAKE THE EARTH SO BEAUTIFUL FOR US TO ENJOY .
FOR US TO LIVE ON HOW DARE WE TAKE IT FOR GRANTED HOW DARE WE MISUSED THE THINGS HE GAVE US THINK ABOUT IT.
Is a story of courage sacrifice and love,
Brought to her by a shameful abuse thereof.
Tainted and blamed for her inward beauty,
She kept her honor for her children's purity.
Knowing the pain of her wonderful convictions,
She slept in the arm's of man's imagination.
Though tormented of tears and pillows glove,
Her pride held her and gave her strength thereof.
Now she walks away from a battered past,
Leaving those who hurt her with a tainted mask.
A mask someday that will uncover their shame,
For God has a way to make blame...
My Eye ‘s failed me how could they let me down like that/I show them nothing but beautiful
things /I open them when they want and close when they want/How come they couldn’t see
this/I wish I could purchase some new ones but I’m loyal to old one’s/We saw a lot of things
stared at asses together and saw money together and my future/So how come we didn’t see
she was right for me together /It was like we were on two different pages/Do my eyes only
see beautiful things and blinded to the bad/Was this the classic heart VS conscious so we
what they seen/Who knows I just hope we back on track again
It comes into view from afar ,
and is really not all that noticeable at first,
It has the unique ability to become
more beautiful and noticeable the closer it gets.
It has no sexual orientation
and really can get along famously with anyone
who so desires.
It is so clairvoyant yet humble and poor it seems,
It posseses nothing of it's own.
It only has and is what it has been given,
Is my very best friend in and for the moment in deed.
Why, look at that ! It is now dressed in the finest array,
It has a bejeweled crown for a head piece
and is loosely belted with a sash of finest linen.
Just listen ..it posseses amazing understanding and empathy ,
Where are my manners,
It doesn't ask for much.
Let me give it what it needs and such.
There! It is so much more beautiful now!
IT seems to know me so very WELL !
OH NO! LORD HELP ME NOW !
" IT " .. is my..TEMPTATION !!
And straight from HELL !
This wolf’s tears sparkle in the moonlight,
The fear of the night,
And the mourning of the dead cubs,
Why must such a beautiful creature mourn,
Save something that feels,
Just like you and me,
Such beauty suffers,
And running in the moonlight,
Unable to stand this loss,
Burdened by guilt she runs,
Into the river,
And reuniting herself with her babies,
What a heavy loss she faced,
I see why she did it,
This beautiful wolf is dead,
And it’s all our fault.