THE UNIVERSE OF YOU
I have never seen a flower blush when I took it's hue
and held it there a prisoner captive to my view.
I have always heard the song that's in the autumn breeze
playing taps in harmony with the forest leaves.
I love the smell of rain that brings the springtime into bud
and swells my love of nature into a teeming flood.
I celebrate the cycle of the daytime into night
and find an equal blessing in the shadow and the light.
I've always felt affinity for all created things
and surrender to the pleasure that their beauty brings.
And though I could spent a lifetime sailing drops of dew
I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.
I've often sat myself by gentle mountain streams
and overflowed the dams that were holding back my dreams.
I've breathed the scented forest on the mountainside
and washed away my sorrows in an evening ocean tide.
I've laid down in a meadow and debated with the moon
and spent some quiet moments on the surface of Neptune.
I got married to a zodiac with one of Saturn's rings
then spied a super nova and went on a cosmic fling.
I've run away to nebulae in galaxy brochures
and bathed in scenes of wonders on distant planet shores.
Every cosmos in creation could parade before my view
but I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.
I've never seen a tree once withdraw it's shade
and deny a creature the comfort of its aid.
I've never seen any anger in the sun at noon
when it burns relentlessly on the desert dune.
At sunrise I take an oath to live with all my might
and reinforce my gratitude each and every night.
I could spend some hours riding on a crystal flake
drifting wildly in a gale mindless of my fate.
Many times I've been through trials or wind and rain and snow
then sentenced to the splendors that the seasons show.
And though I've searched throughout creation, I must say this is true
I've never seen a universe as beautiful as you.
Medicine of this soul faraway with a dream seventh Heaven looking across a sea
the other night went for a walk strolling against a cold wind distant thoughts
Crying seagulls on the beach looking around even snow lying in the sand
it was quite an awakening cold cutting ice wind blowing across the brow
Listening to the echoing roars crunching of great cliffs tasting salted air
waves crashing thunder I thought of you as the surf sprayed on shores
Oh the moon as the winds howl laying golden whispers your name landing wishes fall on a star sparkling beams Heaven you came to me under a crystal blue white light
An angel fallen who found one miracle lost in this world drunken in the chalice of love
each drop dripping passion adoring loves beauty forever and always
I have a special story I wish to share
About a seamstress beautiful and fair
She would fade away turning into smoke
Of her amazing beauty, no man would joke
The spiraling smoke would then re-form
I know only an angels face could be so warm
Before her a beautiful quilt was spread
Upon it the story of my life was said
As she once again started to dissipate
She said, “Mike this quilt records your fate”
As the smoke traveled over to a new place
And then formed together creating her face
Looking over her shoulder back at me
She said, “This area will hold what has yet to be”
Most of the quilt looked like twisted evil tattoo
Simply because, my life’s quilt was quilted true
I looked the quilt over and then met her gaze
She was so beautiful in so many different ways
The last part of the quilt way over to the right
Showed the beauty of someone changing their plight
Upon her beautiful hand, which seemed so nimble
I noticed she was wearing my grandmother’s thimble
From a young maiden so beautiful to see
My grandmother appeared right in front of me
I guess up in heaven we return to our youth
My grandmother was beautiful; such is the truth
I thought of the price grandma was asked to pay
The shame of knowing I had turned out that way
I thought of her sitting there stitching my shame
My grandmother didn’t deserve an eternity of pain
She said, “Michael be still with the pain in your heart,
Your story encourages others to make a new start.”
“The deeper the wrong the stronger the right
I always knew my boy would take up the fight”
With a smile much brighter than an ice covered sea
She said, “I love the man my boy has grown up to be”
As she turned to the quilt and started to sew
She said, “Michael, its now time for you to go.”
“Believe in your story believe in your truth
For Salvation is the true fountain of youth”
One night in a dream, which I’ll hold forever divine
I learned; my Grandmother is now,” The Seamstress of Time”
When I was a boy I would help my Grandmother roll
her quilt, find her glasses, as well as, her thimble. I
never thought about how amazing her art truly was.
From a pile of rags she would make the most beautiful
quilt's. I sleep under one of her quilts to this very day.
Faraway ambassador of light distant dream sailing ocean waves
begging golden spear of destiny strikes midnight bells ring
Spotlighting beautiful stunning to the eyes priceless gem
diamond brightly sparks on a shining jewel treasure find
Mystery shades gasping warm breathless smiles tides turn flutters the heart
beating drum roars as the arrow strikes sexy moonlighting beauty
Hot flushes sweeping deeply skipping flames on magic dust
wishes warm touching inside the darkest night glowing thoughts
Haunting full lips silver pearl whispers silently dancing tunes sing
blowing across deep sands echoes over oceans kissing paradise moonbeams
She seduced my soul when I saw her dressed in her ethereal evening gown
As I was sitting under the stars gazing at her without making a single sound
It was that mesmerizing nightfall when my lone heart was filled with delight
As I watched her celestial figure sliding across the heavens sharing her light
Since then a happy prisoner of her incomparable beauty I incessantly remain
Forever praying the moment to come for to find myself in her magic domain!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
28 MARCH 2014
*NOT FOR CONTEST
Have you looked up at the sky today and watched the birds that flew pass? Did you notice the white fluffy clouds and a beautiful rising sun so vast?
Have you looked at the trees around and noticed the fruits and flowers that bares? A variety of beautiful colours that it displays. Do me a favour, just stop and stare.
Have you looked around your home today and saw all that you achieved? or did you rush out as normal again and forget the office keys?
Have you looked around work today and noticed every one stressed? Most of them in such a bad mood and some of them in a complete mess.
Have you listened to the radio today and sang along to some of the songs? Even though you might sing out of tune or sometimes get the words wrong.
Have you looked up at the sky tonight and saw the beauty that it holds? Or where you afraid to go outside that late in case you caught a cold?
Down the road could be a man who was born without sight. Yet thee most humble being and “hears” everything in delight.
On the other side could be a woman who will never be able to hear. But full of love to everyone cause she sees their love so clear.
Someone out there has no family or friends and someone will never be able to walk Someone out there has no job or home and someone will never be able to talk.
I guess that the problem with society today is not appreciating what’s already been given.
Simple yet priceless gifts from above, that’s always in front of us, never hidden.
Look around, appreciate and see how you have been blessed. Family and friends surround you, yes even though your life could be a mess.
A home, a job, a car to drive, clothes and food to eat. Remind me once again why you are never upbeat?
So have you looked up at the sky today and noticed the beauty that surrounds? And thanked God for all you have or did you rush out and started the day with a frown?
(Bill's 62 Ford Pickup)
She was very old, but she was quite grand,
she'd climb any hill, plough right thru sand.
She was loud enough to make your ears ring,
yet passing those hot rods made your heart sing.
She rattled like a chain, her beauty was gone,
upholstery was shot, we laid a towel on.
When she came to us, headed for the dump,
with her floor rotted through, rust on her rump;
Mel said "I'm through with her, take her if you want,
but you'll need to 'fix her up' she's begging for paint."
So we traded services, and chose the color blue;
Bill wired Rich's body shop, so we could use it too.
We patched all her holes, bought out the parts store,
gave her a hi-speed rear end, restored her 4-on-the-floor.
Her new body was sleek, cab and bed all one piece,
many people stopped to beg, "Sell her to me, please!"
High-rise manifold and cam, new brake system and clutch,
260 C.I. V-Eight engine, 4-barrel carburetor, dual exhaust.
Hounding those salvage yards took quite a toll,
but at sixty-five R. P. M. , she could really roll.
She took us back and forth, as we built our new abode,
lived up to every task, hauled many a heavy load.
We didn't throw her away when her job for us was done;
we sold her to a farm girl, who's taking her for a wild run.
We reminiscence about her as we rest in our new home,
we often miss the old girl, now that she's truly gone.
We wish someone could take us and do the same good turn,
give us a brand new chassis with energy to burn.
We'd like to join our old Ford, being restored now and again,
to our original beauty, with a souped-up power plan.
Amazing snowflake unique pure in deep beauty
melting within deep warmness always trusting fate
Adoring one pulse in a million skips climbing steps
forever beats true blue crystal clear begging your kiss
Night within deep chambers embers glow
a keystone turns lights on in satin darkness
The sun smiles warm thoughts coloring frosted jewels
gentle beams touch softly as winter ice kisses vision rainbows
Closing shutters until tomorrow comes
as the wind whistles and howls outside reality
Awakening sweetheart delights opening flowers bloom
blossoming within nine shades of beauty dazzling rose gold
Silver lining treasure cloud kissing pearl gem precious white
sailing dreams floating magical into another space
kisses blown silently blushing on velvet lips of a breath
sweetly carried on a stream of air whispering cotton candy
Touching ribbons flutter in your every single breathing sigh
most beautiful love dancing with the soul crowned princess cut
Way before the sunrise is when I start my day
I offer thankfulness in the prayer that I pray
I do love the morning with its beautiful sunrise
Especially when reflecting off clouds in the sky
My life is a journey with my soul as the guide
What makes it beautiful is my wife at my side
My children are my strength; encouraging me
I make sure that everyday is truly all it can be
My friends are many though old-friends are few
For I no longer agree with the things that they do
I still hold them all in my prayers and my heart
Nothing in this life could ever pry them apart
So what is the story the meaning of this rhyme?
The blessing is there if we just follow the sign
To accept the blessings the place we must start
Just be as a child and look through your heart
Be as a child; cherish every one of your dreams
If you wish to feed the river than become a stream
Everything will happen in its own time and place
You will truly find peace once you’ve found grace
Since love is the place where we all need to start
Remember, be kind and gentle to your own heart
One day, “Old Saint Peter,” will open up the gate
There is nothing to fear for heaven will be great
~ Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~
When it comes to a friendly hi!
One of the best poetry, hearts we can't deny!
Our Sweetheart Linda Marie
No one is smoother and sweeter than her- our peach tree
Always stopping by to say hi, no matter, rain/sleet or snow
Her contest Zany Zoo, one of the soups best show
A woman who never judged me from the start
Linda Marie, thank you for being such a sweetheart
Sharing her delightful poems, a double doze for me
Oh Me- Oh My- That woman can write so much poetry!
I am sure she is loved by the poetry soup staff
LOL! How this blonde bombshell made us laugh
Remember, when she took her laptop to a sandy Island
She smiled, and shared, how the laptop was damaged with so much sand
Hanging out with Linda, it's like singing "Kumbaya my Lord"-- I felt her holding my hand
How sweet of Linda, when she invited us to meet her new Husband?
Linda Marie is loved by her very own BBF team
Letting us know, life has been more than a dream
Her heart so big, she worried when her BFF's weren't around
Leaving notes, making sure we have not hit a poet break down
She keeps us in her heart when we are not logged in
Her beautiful and clever/witty poem will forever remain
Most of her poetry made me smile
Linda Marie's poetry had so much Style!
We prayed for you when we heard about your son
Thank you for sharing your faith in God. -Linda You're #1
A poet I highly recommend
Linda Marie my poetry soup best friend
~Linda-Marie The Sweetheart of P. S. ~ 2012
~I"M gonna miss you, 2013
Happy birthday to you :-( Don't leave, 2013
(STILL MISSING YOU) Love always, YOUR BFF -- 2014
Sending my Heart, To one of the soups Leading Ladies
RIP. Linda-Marie Bariana You are forever loved
< Cascading lakes and streams
The loon stands out it seems
Minnesota's state bird
I know it must sound absurd
Adopted in nineteen sixty one
Wails and yodels heard under the sun
Black and white bearing red eyes
Wingspans five feet can make one cry
Body lengths up to three feet
Yet clumsy on lands and moss peat
They are high speed flyers
And great underwater divers
They can dive up to ninety feet
In pursuit of fish they want to eat
They are even on our license plates
An critical habitat drawn on metal slates
Twelve thousand of these unique birds
God that has to be a lot of turds
But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues
Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet
I ran by this thing with haste, that malevolent beast as to school I went
Centered In a beautiful field i never played, because we all knew of the shallow graves.
We never saw them, no one dared to find them, and no one ever even looked
For the other children that were buried there, trust for a child is given by word of mouth.
The rumors grew, as the tulips did in the field that held That Old Red Barn.
A child’s fancy, the minds plaything sometimes given over to the rule of what it thinks must
Because Jennifer said it, it must be so; I don’t dare to find out the actual truth. I’m not that
So I leave it alone, this beautiful thing, because the cover does not always tell the story
If I had given it a second glance and not been so scared that I didn’t notice,
That just beyond the reaches of the trees at its circumference laid a house of golden hue
And in those walls, a grander story than even of that of “That Old Red Barn”
A family of two … now ancient to me spent their time growing corn and raising grain
That would one day come to the table I sat, nourishing me and giving me strength.
Letting me have the energy I need, to quickly run by “That Old Red Barn”
So that I could fly past this place that they built and in their hearts would always treasure
I don’t think that they knew of the fear it instilled all because of one child’s rants
But now that I know and am older now, I look out my front door and see what they mean
This Beautiful Field and “That Old Red Barn” once seemed a curious creature
Full of fear and malevolence, they were too old to invest the time to restore it to splendor
So I purchased from them all this vastness of pleasure, That Beautiful Field, and yes “That
Old Red Barn”
Written By: Ryland Joshua Matthews
Below a Douglas Fir tree one beautiful moonlit night
I sat there with my Missy as we viewed a lovely sight
The aurora borealis was lighting up the sky
Then something to my right suddenly caught my eye
A gem from outer space tore across the cobalt blue
Leaving behind a trail a quite spectacular view
Two in trapped capture witnessing a shooting star
We wonder where it came from, out there from afar
We sat there for ages chatting about the sight we seen
Phenomena such as this are generally seen in dreams
Below the Douglas Fir tree that beautiful moonlit night
We marvelled at it's arrival as it disappears from sight
Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting
Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin
Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows
Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration pearls on leaves dried
Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens
Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster
Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 -
- Thank you anne lise
Finally I've made it to paradise, surrounded by the sea
Tranquil blues in shadow, are what it's peripherals be
White buildings reflect the sun, an image I'll never forget
To watch our sun disappear, the most beautiful of sunsets
Whilst the night comes down, such beauty continues to be
My eyes now in capture, to the sight that confronts me
She stands in proud like stance, a lady unknown to thee
Tanned, so beautiful I witness, impressed my eyes do see
Torso shaped with black, white lace adorns it's low
It's the she that wears it's colours, that makes it's beauty flow
Hair of dark curls hang, like the "Gardens of Babylon"
Flavours of life emanate, my heart appears in throng
As I sit here in La Ola, on paradise by the sea
It's where I witnessed that girl in the dress, captured, I am thee
As I read the words my heart started to sing
For you had gave emotion to a non living thing
I can't ever remember feeling quite that way
I could hear the music that she used to play
I could feel her heart through the tears I cried
As I read the part where her Maestro had died
I imagined her there in her Rosewood Bed
Reading the most beautiful poem I’ve read
Velvet to her back with her bow at her side
Remembering the joy before Maestro died
She loved how his bow manipulated her strings
Together they were the most beautiful of things
What’s the only poem to ever hang in my den?
Elaine’s beautiful masterpiece titled, "Violin"
Inspired by Tracy's wonderful idea for
a contest and Elaine's beautiful Poem.
Take a sip of the sky, Oh what a sight.
The sun is setting on our treasured night.
Like romantic propaganda we sit hand in hand,
and stare out into the shadows of the land.
Such romantic beauty to behold,
I'm holding you close so you won't get cold.
Dreaming of lives together as one,
as we watch the beautiful setting sun.
I couldn't ask for a sweeter combination,
like our poetry, we stir every sensation.
The power of the flesh, the dance of the heart.
On love's stage we play every part.
Mother Nature in all of her glory,
Plays the backdrop for our love story.
Two hearts coming together as one,
our new journey has just begun.
We could paint a picture, we could write a poem
We could call this a future, call it our home.
Its more than words and it is more than lines
When two lovers with a like mind combines
As I looked upon my Daughter Michaela it was clear to see
Two big beautiful blue eyes were looking back at me
When I got home from Prison and she was 5 days old
Speaking of holding the warm after absorbing the cold
The happiness of childhood was looking up to see
A little bundle of love that was looking inside of me
She would lie upon my chest and then she would fall out
I think safety in her daddy’s arms is what that was all about
She had a beautiful smile as well as a beautiful glow
As I looked at every tiny finger and every little toe
Then when she opened up her eyes everybody knew
“Just take a look at those blue eyes she looks just like you”
No ones knows where life may lead but I know in my heart
Made my end then started again so this baby would have a start
From the darkest night to the brightest light I can help her Soul
Perhaps in the overall scheme of things that always was my goal
I don’t think things are ever quite that easy, only thing I know
When it comes to beautiful babies, my little girl steals the show
Written for the Beautiful Babies Contest.
Such a romantic place on a beach in Monte Carlo
Simple little things in life catching one's breath
Moonlight glinting of waves breaking off a white sandy beach
Faraway thoughts brown eyes crying in an ocean dream song
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything
Silent whispers echoes binding our chain together tides speak
Do you remember the white doves that followed us along the beaches
Each link in your arm magic walks closer feelings sing inside a joyous choir enchants
Nature nurtured by the desire to fulfill dreams makes time stop
Holds deep sea emotions a galloping white steed races home in warm waves kiss
The natures mesmerizing perfume of fragrant flowers
Where destiny paints the joy in butterflies dance on a warm loving breeze
Such is the passion in the depths of ones soul
Jewels needle vision flies without wings heaven sings in a spiral coloring rainbows
No barriers closed no reasons withstand
The midnight moon shades blue embraced one shadow two become one dream
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
Why; Hello Colin good morning mate
Son, there is no accent in hands of fate
Throw out the tea and chug the beer
Then I bet you find a keg in ere
Everything is a riddle once it is spoke
The tag is from you to me and then some other folk
But who should I choose, I’m here to say
So many beautiful feathers float by my way
Once while I was taking a path from here to there
When I noticed beauty beyond compare
She made me smile and she made me think
Looking at her was like taking a drink
She made me feel good and forget all the rest
I reckon that is a true poets test
The only thing I really did know
What a wonderful beautiful soul
My only complaint of her poetry was the last line
For I was hoping to have just a little more time
Talk of someone who needs no adorning
She plays a huge role in the global warming
For she has a beauty that could melt Glacier Ice
I guess everything wants to see beauty so beautifully nice
So who is the beautiful Angel that I’m speaking of?
Tag Christie Moses your it my love
Colin if I failed I apologize my head feels like it is in a vice
this morning but I wanted to respond. I will keep this poem
and then on a better day I will write a reply to you also. I
feel better guys & gals 0r guy gals & gal guys - One just
never knows anymore. At any rate God Bless you all, mj
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Betrayal is a subject I know to well
A one-way ticket to a place called hell
Whatever the case when trust is lost
A piece of your soul will be the cost
Be it by a lover or a dear friend
Regardless it will lead to the end
Something as special as it can be
Tossed to the side for pure misery
Built on treachery and based on a lie
No doubt all of the blue has left the sky
As the sky turns dark and sheds its tears
Shame and guilt fill the guilty with fear
My friend turned me in; ratted me out
I was found guilty without any doubt
What happened soon as I hit the pen?
My girlfriend up let him move on in
Full of hate and driving on the yard
Hands of fate played a beautiful card
He got busted one very beautiful day
Right to my yard they sent him away
Scared to death and shaking like a leaf
He walked on the yard to my disbelief
I was due to parole the very next day
Yet off the SHU they shipped me away
One of those things you just can’t let go
Regardless of the price and cost to the soul
You know sometimes choices can be real hard
When you’re a junkie walking the prison yard
Written for the Betrayal contest
April seven is joined together in two special ways
My wife and Carol Brown were each born that day
In so many ways, they remind me of each other
For each one has the heart and soul of a mother
Like a great big clown riding a little bitty bike
Antoinette and Carol are the type we naturally like
Two separate women who hold pieces of my heart
Although, each one holds a completely different part
Antoinette was able to see what no one had seen
Inside of this nightmare lived a very beautiful dream
Carol’s beautiful heart was able to help me to see
Poetry Soup was exactly the place I needed to be
Two very different women with two similar souls
Played significant roles in my reaching my goals
One helped me piece together my shattered heart
The other helped me keep it from falling back apart
I think I’m truly about as lucky as any man can be
There are so many different people care about me
Carol is just one of many I love here on the soup
I’m lucky to have landed in such a beautiful group
Carol, never doubt the truth in these words I say
This is the highest complement I could ever pay
To be written alongside a poem with my wife
Means “I Love & Respect” every drop of your life
You’re the very first to have landed in this spot
Old friend I reckon that means I love you a lot
April seventh I’ll proudly find my knee’s and pray
You’ll have a wonderfully blessed special birthday
i wanted to write Carol a Happy Birthday poem
but I wanted to give it special meaning. Anyone
who knows how much I love, admire, and adore
my wife; knows that for me to place someone in
a poem alongside her, is the highest complement
I could ever make. Carol thank you for the love,
friendship, support and prayers you have given me
over the years. I'm very honored to be your friend.
Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels.
Just turn back the time, I just want a moment.
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it.
I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate.
A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control.
Just keep it together, it's what he would want.
They all say the same, but I stand in front.
Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails.
Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.. A lifetime's a season.
I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try.
I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss.
World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled.
Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease.
A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.
Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend.
God has a plan, fool-proof to the core.
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more.
Slowly the light comes into my eyes.
The morning is here and that's no surprise.
Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through.
An open curtain from across my bedroom.
My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry.
Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye.
The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed.
Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head.
I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay.
The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way.
The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air.
Who could it be making hot coffee out there?
A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me.
Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.
Who would have guessed/ the love carried for a beagle no less
Lily howling at the moon/ with ears long as her toes our coon
she gave birth to Bambi with no tail/ jack a be , 3 yrs later she is ours still
no describing the love for our girls / dressed in pink shirts and curly frills
the girls don't like when we leave home / they show us for leaving them alone
the pillows torn and howling non stop / we love our girly beagles until we drop
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
Returning a pearl within each silver breath lining one gem treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves tides turn in loves pure pleasure
Blue unfolding white washed emotions, sweeping over feelings
touching feathers of an angel floats inside warm strokes a celestial being
Woven inside golden petals kiss the magic heart of this shell opens
hovering fingers dance fluttering hot waves galloping upon the crest breaks
Sweetly landing on the sands of loves sweet beauty happiness sings
in paradise holding two souls join hands bells of Heaven rings
Walking towards a sun setting dream rose gold crowning beauty
Eden desire bites from the tree of knowledge faraway uniting hearts duty
Sweetly dance together in an ocean tune flying without wings
salt of this earth wet lips tasting destiny kissing your feet love rings
Beauty graces sea nymph with eyes of diamonds and bright sea-gold hair
wonders of all majestic earth no other maiden glows quite so fair
Heavenly notes echoes sweetly in the majesty of her alluring love songs
praise pours forth as she shines to delight her ever adoring throngs
Sun and sky conspire to gift her a wondrously staged ocean of calm
all the astounded world bows and eats lustily from her gentle palm
Tales of her beauty greater than palaces of diamonds, rubies and gold
angelic countenance that was the envy of legendary fairy queens of old
King Poseidon bowed down in defeat, laying love vows at her dainty feet
unable to control the ardor of his massively deep white-hot love heat
She that wept for a day and time with but one deserving male human soul
soft touches and wet kisses with that lost prince her secret love goal
Returning as a pearl within each silver breath she offers her treasure
sweeping over deep sea waves she rides, a dream of loves pure pleasure
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Robert Lindley
thank you dear friend a pleasure writing this with you
A mother's holiday should be everyday,
To show you the thanks I wish to repay.
A million word poem could never consist,
Of all that you do - a lifetime of lists.
So Ill keep it short - a miniature report.
To convey my gratitude for all your support.
Preparing this thank-you, builds tears in my eyes.
The bulletproof bond we share never dies.
Countless memories we've made as a pair,
Has given me more than I can compare
Your lessons of chivalry I've cherished so dear.
You've molded my heart to love with no fear.
Your lullaby songs that put me to sleep,
Created a herd of infinite sheep.
Happy Mother's Day Mom, I hope you enjoy.
Much love from your son, your grown baby boy.
- Yours Truly
There in a bed of petals rests
The latest blooms burst from their nests
Beneath the trees in even's shade
Those nodding flowers dipped and swayed
And one more tender petal fell
The coloured bed of scents to swell
I'll rest me in this quiet shade
'Till sunset's glow does quickly fade
And rest me in these petals sweet
No kingly throne made greater seat
From thence the view I shall survey
The setting sun, the flowers gay
And if, perhaps, I then should tire
I'd follow this, my heart's desire
And there upon that petalled bed
I'd rest my weary, happy head
Perfumed by fragrance from the ground
To go where pleasant dreams abound
Written for the contest by the same name. First Place.
Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby..
wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare
Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby
Twilighting glow of the sky..
Wanna fly so high..
Sparkling amidst the million stars..
chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par..
As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim..
At an astounding pace time flew..
But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..
Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..
Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..
As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
You cuddled my persona..like a sip of fountains..
Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
Full of high spirit and delighted..
Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..
Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
How priceless, the sound of children’s laughter
Crystal clear, distinct in the now and hereafter
It takes planning, a graveled path, herb sets
to create a heavenly perfume
some time around bloom time
excess pruned down by a third and hung.
We see a bit of the hanging God then
in the silky down of lavender, thyme
offer homage of pressed violets,
golden suns of marigold as tune of awe.
The mincing of the mints is heavenly
as candy, sharp peppermint, mellow lemon balm,
the bedding down of chamomile, poppy maw,
the spiral sweets and gingered leaves of geranium
shavings of orris root, too many iris anyway
so free them all and set the scent create a smelly sum.
Add carnation stars, sticky sweet hollows of fennel
to tell the men, here is where the women live
won’t you remember your marjoram, your rosemary
with the pots on to boil, or laying head on crisp sheets and sigh.
It all takes planning, to decorate, alleviate, scent
create the corners of a life. Let’s go set the herbs.
Then breathe in the heavenly scent of potpourri lent
as offering, homage to all the plenty wonder of our lives.
Here in the trash I found a wonderful thing,
Slightly sticking up from the furniture bin.
Covered in dirt with four legs and a stand,
Was a wonderful piece that needs my hand.
I reached down to grab it from within the trash,
I noticed a beautiful ruffled bright sash.
The sash was bright yellow wrapping the leg,
So I pulled it all out to see what I had.
To my amazement I found a wonderful petina,
A flowery design of old paint like verbena.
I unwrapped the sash so very carefully,
As I set it on the ground, it sets perfectly.
I put it in my truck to take this home,
A wonderful piece to fix up and call my own.
Did some careful washing and scrubbed the sash clean,
That yellow sash would look great with the light green.
Moments went by as I brushed on some varnish,
Then let it dry before I added the sash garnish.
Now, with a slight curve from the bottom of the legs,
A beautiful planter stands with a sash around the edge.
This is my story of a lone Saturday trip to the dump,
Never knowing something like this was hiding in that clump.
Wow!... words cannot express,
Such beauty, such finesse.
The shape and color of those eyes,
No description will suffice.
Just like wine, you're finer when older,
And beauty to the eye of every beholder.
©2013 Honestly JT
(its not going in d right
Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life
Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife
Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy
Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree
Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind
The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend
Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high
Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky
Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive
Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive
A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground
Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found
Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour
Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more!
*A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon
For Linda's "Nature" Contest
I sit on my porch on this beautiful day
I will become this poem prayer I now pray
I have learned to enjoy the simple things in life
My daughter’s smile and the love of my wife
The way the leaves rustle in the morning breeze
God’s music always seems to bring me such ease
I love how the breeze softly kisses my face
Tis’ the natural wonder of God’s embrace
I have learned to love as well as learned to live
You know life’s greatest joy is learning to give
Give all that you are till you empty your cup
Have the heart of a lion, soul of a pup
The beautiful things truly cost not a dime
I’m trying hard to make the most of my time
So many years wasted so few left to go
There are so many things that I wish to know
I learn so many new things each passing day
Sometimes I feel like I’m slipping away
I’m trying hard to become all I can be
I owe that social responsibility
What this poem’s about I truly don’t know
Reckon it’s just another piece of my soul
A soul that has finally found itself some peace
What was once a rock is now softer than fleece
What makes me tick?
You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick
Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.
Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell
Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.
These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.
10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.
Stare into my eyes and make me lose my train of thought.
Kiss my lips good night with all the passion that you've got.
Crimson fire in the sky,
Across its face the swallows fly
A beginning and an end,
No shining star will it offend
I dare not tear my eyes away
For this brilliance cannot stay
Perhaps in ancient times a man would cry
Afraid his world must burn and die
The sun is gone, its colors fade
And night descends upon the glade....
A simple nap the beauty sleeps.
Her stupor is deep.
She seems to be thinking within this dream of a salient existence far away.
Her fingers are interconnected significantly.
With imagery shown from her posture, she interrelates to this world.
Connotation of inner peace is seen when she lies silently sleeping.
The colors that surround her while she sleeps are peripheral to where she meanders.
Labyrinths in time that must be superseded for her to awaken.
A simple nap the beauty sleeps.
Her stupor is deep.
Penned on May 11, 2014!
A little bit confused was beautiful Spring,
She had to choose for life a bridegroom.
Who will give her a wedding ring?
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom.
March, April and May vied with each other.
About their great love they quietly talked.
April was for Spring like a brother,
With March she just often liked to walk.
Timid March gave her beautiful primroses,
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath,
He didn’t want to know any losses,
He promised her the whole world’s wealth.
Delicate and sweet was April.
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops.
The life with him could be stable, - he said,
She’d be rich and would get good crops.
A wonderful May pleaded Spring:
You are my love! Take my wedding ring!
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife!
We’d be happy together the whole life.
And Spring trusted the handsome May.
Without any delay she sewed the white dress,
For the veil she took the apples blossoms.
That was her best and the happiest day.
The whole world was whirling in the dance.
May was getting married with Spring!
The Earth was full of love and romance,
Happiness to all this marriage would bring.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)
When speaking on flowers it’s true as can be
My wife is by far the most beautiful to me
She has the scent of both beauty and love
She is a beautiful Rose that I hold above
Like the Rose she burst of color and life
She is the single Rose my beautiful wife
I don’t know about flowers as you can see
But my wife is a beautiful Rose to me
For Brian's Contest
A girl who has beautiful eyes
more honestly lies.
So come kiss me and say good night,
Before the moon goes full and bright,
The eye lids blinking envied peeps,
To see your face in charming sleep.
Your hands, the warmth, it comfort me,
Your eyes, the pearls from lovely sea,
Their shyness sing and dance to heart,
No king or god shall see its art.
To hold your gentle skin to chest,
And lie on lap in complete rest,
Your pretty blossom face I kiss,
And dreaming places, holy bliss.
Your scent of roses bring me forth,
This pleasant chill from mountains north,
Your face that shine and smile with sun,
Reminds me of the love I won.
The western winds shall blow for you,
To fill your hairs with shining dew,
Your sparkling face bring back to life,
My soul I took with hunters knife.
But dying soul then lives again,
From death and night by breaking chain,
Your love keeps calling back to life,
To hear you sing, my charming wife.
If time and reason travel light
Then what becomes of burdens blight?
When sun escapes the darkened cloud
It's you who sings of hope aloud
When mountains seem too high to climb
The air above restores sublime
If pockets of your life decay
Then charge ahead, todays ok
I've asked myself a million times
The reasons why I'm in this rhyme
And like the ocean waves that break
Around the bend is Spirit Lake
It's there my soul renews it's strength
To carry on and love the length
Beauty lamented when faced with that babyface
O do give me more loveliness, with red lace!
Such innocent eyes,
Cunning and wise!
The age of that baby girl
Revolved around two in our world
Yet, she was an attractive one
Charming one, magnetic one
None could get jealous of her beauty
Except beauty itself in all simplicity
If she was hungry, she ate like a bird
If she was thirsty, she drank only curd
If she fell while running, she stood and smiled
If she cried, her surroundings made her not feel exiled!
Dressed in her favourite red dress,
She listened to old stories on her mattress
And fell in deep slumber while dreaming of the Lord
And how it is like in his peaceful abode!
At two, this cute babyface, surrounded with black hair
Could only jump and exalt at life without any care!
The sound of true light ringing in your ears nothing to fear from the reapers that are here Not superstitious but for whom it tolls is true listen clearly and then you will see too Angels singing like the cricket's melody Glory to God in the highest a symphony Peace on earth good will towards men Piercing to the joints and marrow the Amen word's that formed you and I from on high in the valley of decision let them come nigh
If I were to believe in you, would you believe in me?
If everything that I promised you actually came to be
If I were a beautiful rainbow, a reflection in the sky
Formed by the rays of light as your tears you cried
Sweetheart I am just a simple man with a complex plight
My blessing is you’re here with me, as this quest I fight
Sweetheart you know I’m a warrior, though I live like a ghost
I fight and write living my plight, inside the belly of the host
From shore to shore, a forever war, that will never end
Just today I got the word the host has taken another friend
Another soul another goal of course another wasted life
God I am a lucky man to have become one with my wife
Pains insane it shreds my brain and tears my heart into
I’m left here asking myself, “Was there anything I could do”
I have to write a eulogy though I just don’t know what to say
Here is a soul, another hole, for someone who lost his way
Sobriety is really great but at times it is truly rather hard
You watch them take another friend and plant him in the yard
Another smoke, another joke another party has reached its end
Here I sit in a spiritual pit feeling totally lost about my friend
I hope someday someone reads what I say, takes another course
Pass on doing that shot, love it or not, death upon the black tar horse
So I shall write my Eulogy falling to pieces about my friend
Who made fun of the man I turned out to be, until the very end
But that’s ok it was just his way, right up until the day he died
The one true light shinning bright, lives inside of you and I
So will all of you join with me let your spirits pen my words
About a beautiful soul, who found his goal, flying with the birds
Very few people in this life that I love enough to let make fun
of the changes I made in my life. Addiction (The Host) took 6
friends in 2007, 5 in 2008 and this is the first in 2009. He didn't
overdose he was shot a couple of days ago in Chico, Ca during
a home invasion robbery over his heroin debt. I used to always
pay his debts when it reached this point with bags of Meth. This
time I couldn't go there for him and now he is dead. This is my
life, my gift and my curse. God Bless you all, mj
I'm angry, about to throw a fit, and I wish a poet would challenge me.
Follow me into the fiery bottomless pit, and I'll show you demonic poetry!
I have a need to make a poet bleed, but no one can be found.
My mother was impregnated by a demons seed, and so i was already hellbound!
I may change my name back, and metamophose into my alter ego.
My back pack has more poetic bombs than Iraq in case you didn't know.
I am the Poetic Warlock, I cast spells with my illuminating writing pen.
When I grab my c#%k, I think of Ms. Comstock, and how I'd like to do her again!
I imagine being in the center of a group, several women surround me.
It's several beautiful women of PoetrySoup, and all wanna piece of my sexuality!
There is "Audrey" with her luscious ass, and exotic accent.
I'm a little tipsy from the wine in my glass, so be aware of the content!
There is "Deb" with her deliciously round breasts, and soft yummy lips.
I did her like I was possessed, and avoided being caught up in any relationship!
There is "Lay" with her angelic face, long legs, and thick thighs.
Such style and grace, for that booty in them levi's looks like paradise!
There is "Ali" who is sweet and innocent, yet ready to go down.
She blew me like an instrument, and so I passed her my crown.
There was Madison, A/K/A, "Ms. Poe," but she could not handle the humor in my
It was a poetic TKO, when I told her, 'I'll take her poetic virginity!'
There was beautiful Jennifer who wrote with a dark pen, and I felt our spiritual
But I soon recognized her ugly sin, which deflated my raging erection!
There was my sexy Latina sister Skat, who played both sides of the fence.
My salsa couldn't tame this pussycat, but still I had plenty of confidence!
There was P.D. who thought she had me possessed, yet she was in love with a drag
I just wanted soupers to know who's best, so I introduced her to my poetic
So many women along the way, and all were she-devils in disquise.
I've kept all these poets lingerie, still inhale their scent, and fantasize!
As I end this last couplet, how can I foget the first woman that touched me.
Charma's sexuality was like playing Russian roulette, and I wanted no part of her
NOTE: This poem was written all in fun, imagination, and to satisfy my own dark
humor. If poets take offense, they should just frankly "Lighten the hell up"
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
I see an ugly face looking back at me.
I speak into the mike and what do I hear?
I hear a voice saying, "You look wretched my dear."
So I fall on my knees with tears streaming down my face,
I'm about ready to end this race.
But then I hear a Voice whispering in my ear,
That Voice is telling me, "You look beautiful my dear."
I look all around but see no one near,
Then that Voice whispers, "You have no need to fear.
The ugliness you see is only on the outside,
Inside you're beautiful so you have no need to hide.
What's on the inside is all that I see,
The way you look hardly matters to Me."
Awaiting faraway soul to guide fate the star shooting fireworks
catching one's breath destiny will spread this heart's wings
To fly free with the spirits loving pure this is how one sees a dream unfolding
wrapped up warmly inside treasure life growing stronger pure
With an amazing vision awakening sunshine just to see love happy
surrounded by beauty always gentle humble and meek an angel sings
Oh I have walked the beach on a cold frosty moonlit night
stars silver jewels as the moon smiles howling over and back
A soul searches to find that one in a thousand dream whispering waves
blushing clouds swept away carried within warm wings kissing beats
About this poem:
an unrhymed couplet
As the sun sets and deep darkness is born,
Day takes rest and busy lanes forlorn,
Street lights glow and pathways shine,
An open invite, evening is on a prime,
Love birds fly, welcome to night owls,
Glittering eyes, no one on the prowl,
A walk with the beloved along the road,
Little faster as they pass below light post,
Looking around stealthily if seen by known,
If lights went off, will they ever moan ?
No life wasted, no hours are odd,
What time is perfect and what time is fraud ?
An end to circadian rhythm, and day's fights,
Turning nights into days are the street lights !
Word scramble- TARNDAI
Written October 6th, 2014
By Dr. Upma A. Sharma
For contest 'Find the puzzle' by Nette onclaud
I love to go searching for blank journal books
A beautiful cover and I’m instantly hooked
Like it’s calling to me, to fill it with ink
To unload on it all the thinks I can think
Do you like blue pens or black?
I like blue as a matter of fact
Seeing the strokes of a blue pen on white
Is like watching my poetry come alive
A sense of accomplishment zings through me
A sense of pride, exhilarating…
Because I know it is mine, and mine alone
Unique to me, not to be cloned
I may not ever be in the writer’s hall of fame
I doubt that anyone recognizes my name
But that beautiful book will become part of me
I can hear it now; it’s already calling…
A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow.
Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.
Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow.
Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes
Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace.
Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus.
Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains.
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.
- Yours Truly
My Ode to the Netherlands
White water lilies picked for Verlena in Friesland.
The Dutch Republic is over a century old.
We are there during autumn.
Flowers are everywhere.
The sunflower fields
Yellow and brown profound the canvas
To visit the Domtower is a climb.
Utrecht is a trek.
An ode comes to mind…
Dutch greetings we say…
Dutch greetings we say,
in the land of Friesland today.
Our home is our joy.
We are logical people and not emotional.
We are expressive in our thoughts.
Call us opinionates, if you want.
Dutch greetings we say to all!
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Contest Name: Your ode to 'my' Netherlands and/or 'my' Friesland
Date of Entry: March 29, 2014
Date Written: March 29, 2014
~Elly, happy birthday... This is two forms in one poem. The couplet and the irregular ode.
Best wishes and hopefully, this is not to much.~:)s
Copyright © 2014
Beaming into our eyes
a beautiful sunrise.
But birds still sing
and humans cling.
Clinging to hope
still trying to cope.
Cope with what was and is
a sunrise to birds still a thrill.
That beautiful sunrise
fading from our eyes.
by: lp//0830hrs Easter Standard Time
I remember our Florida paradise,
Where you rise.
The beautiful beach and white sand,
Where you walk and stand,
A walk each day to the nearby restaurant,
What a beautiful haunt.
The exquisite shells by the sea,
Then off to lunch and a cup of tea.
The harbour where the ships stand,
Distant to the land.
I hear the sound of the waves touching the shore,
Who could ask for anything more.
A walk through the majestic town,
With good sounds all around.
To arrive at our condominium and home,
With excellent memories and never alone.
God's blessing and rhyme,
What a beautiful space in time.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
The princess took a stroll under the full moon
As she went, she hummed a pleasant tune.
You are the reason my dreams come true,
my arms are ever warm because of you,
the juice of joy flows through my spine;
your smile... my brightest sunshine.
My lips are locked in sweetest silence
your kisses keep my soul in suspense,
you are the dew that distils in my room
watering the petals of my morning bloom.
You are still the dove that keeps me pure
the custodian of my priceless allure;
you are the echoes of inaudible voices,
the charm that gives me timeless choices.
You are the reason my heart wakes each morn,
I feel your warmth in each rising sun.
and when the cloud steal across the skies,
you are the sparkles in my heavy eyes.
I soar beyond the blue without wings
with locked lips, our tongue still sings.
my gloom has gone down memory lane,
our love is beyond mediocrity... not sane.
The Precious Gift of Love
By Rick Rucker
Showered with Gifts, from Above,
Most appreciated, the precious gift of Love,
I thought, with Love, I was through,
Believing that I would never find another, True,
An unlikely twist of Fate,
Has sent, to me, my Soulmate!
We both had lost a love that passed,
Each believing it was our last!
Not wanting to spend my life Alone,
Without a lover to even talk to, on the phone,
In desperation, I decided to try,
An online dating service, I won’t lie,
I had heard every scary story,
The hazards of online dating, very gory!
After several lackluster dates,
I railed loudly against The Fates!
Why couldn’t I find my Perfect Mate,
The chances of it happening were not great!
Suddenly, one Sunday morning,
My whole life changed, without warning!
She and I had set a date,
We would sit, and eat, don’t be late,
I walked into the restaurant,
Trying to look nonchalant,
I quickly scanned the people waiting there,
The only single person, had alabaster skin, and russet hair,
I wanted to turn, and run,
She was my date, the Beautiful One!
She was too beautiful to be seen with me,
A couple we would never be!
Still, I owed her a meal,
My nervousness I could not conceal,
She was a pure delight,
And I tried to do everything right,
Finally, the date was done,
She drove away, but my anguish had just begun!
Should I call her soon, or wait?
Would I have enough guts to tempt Fate?
I called her, and she said she would love,
To have another date, thank Heaven Above!
We are now planning for when,
I will be the Luckiest of Men,
To spend the remainder of my Life,
With the World’s Most Perfect Wife!
The greatest life wonderment
As far as I'm concerned is “Motherment.”
No, don't go check the dictionary
You won't find it, it's my vocabulary.
There's nothing more beautiful in this world
Than being a mother.
Nothing that makes me know I'm God's daughter
Better than being a mother.
I am so blessed He gave me six beautiful children
Something I could not have done without their father.
Even though he is a complete jerk (smile)
Through him I became a mother.
And I love him for that amazing grace
Of anger and fear no longer a trace.
Being the mother of these beautiful children
Is the best accomplishment I could render.
Copyright © 09/30/11
At 12:30 pm a loner had carried out his plan
it had ended as fast as it began......
a beautiful and inspiring Friday afternoon
the twenty second, nineteen hundred and sixty three, a November day of doom
in the midst of a festive day
one glorious life had been taken away
as the motorcade procession rounded the bend
it had become the beginning of the end......
anxious cheers spilled free from a hopeful crowd
in a breath he was gone with three shots echoing aloud......
one moment in time that silenced a nation
in slow motion minutes passed by in a tearful realization......
innocence was lost that day......
a devastating cost......
within minutes the air waves cried agony
in an instant a piece of hope was lost.......gone, a young, beautiful legacy
goodbye Mr. President
our prayers have been sent......
Jack Ruby clinches inside
an anger he could not hide....
This Poem Is Written With Much To Ponder
I Hope I Can Take You Back To The Emotions
I Was Nine Months Old
Water, Beach and A Moonlight Stroll
Moonlight, beach and a stroll in the cool blue water
you wading beside me, string bikini made it so much hotter!
You bending over to splash water in my smiling face
a fantastic sight, one that made this loving heart race!
Cool breeze sending it's soothing , washing embrace
moonlight water washing away footprints leaving not a trace!
Such glory, sharing that love filled time with you
realizing I love it all, everything you and I could ever do!
Stopping by that overhanging rock beaten by the sea
memories of your body and sweet face forever burned into me!
Love, overpowering love, burning us into just one
water, beach, breeze with us bare under that midnight sun!
Robert J. Lindley, 07- 23-2014
Our first night at the resort in the Phillipines, Boracay!
So very beautiful and an idealic scene for love to blossom.
And blossum it did, a glorious memory burned into my heart
and my brain!
My wife, the enchantress that captured my heart with a smile,
a laugh and a string bikini! One I bought that day and dared her
to wear! Knowing I'd win the bet, she fooled me--she wore it won
the bet but just between us -- I wanted to see that win!!!!!
In a bed of roses.
I felt the sweetest touch,
The coolness of its petals,
The thickness of its thorns.
In a bath of roses.
The warmth of the water,
the scent of its face,
the popping of the bubbles,
the way it moves with me.
In a room full of roses.
I feel the love in the air,
I see their redness everywhere,
Happiness and fondness through me,
its just a special place to me.
With all these beautiful roses.
I know that I'm loved.
I will keep this moment in my heart,
Something so tender to me,
Hope we'll never fall apart.
To: Mandy Jo
She called me her friend. She was one of the few.
She saw in me things that no one else knew.
I was backward and shy, a chess club bore.
I had tape on my glasses. Need I say more?
She was one of the “popular” kids at the school.
But she crossed the line, broke an unwritten rule.
Intrigued by her interest, seduced by her smile,
she freshened my outlook and polished my style.
She taught me to soar like an eagle would fly.
I gave her a shoulder when she needed to cry.
We promised that no matter where life would lead,
we’d always “come running” if ever in need.
She married a friend and moved far away.
Her homesick heart was begging to stay.
With nowhere to turn and no friends to find,
she created a place to escape in her mind.
With an inner-rebellion that raged deep inside,
she barely resembled that beautiful bride.
Her body was ravaged. A self-induced crime.
She’d withered away in such a short time.
She looked in the mirror and actually said,
“I’m so over weight. I wish I were dead.”
Prophetic words from the shell of a soul,
who engaged in a battle and lost all control.
As I ran down the hall to the emergency door,
a shake of his head said, “She’s with us no more.”
Anguish screamed out at this undeserved fate.
My promise was broken. I’d shown up too late.
I wanted to tell her but I was too scared.
I’d practiced the words that never were shared.
Why didn’t she stop? Why couldn’t she see?
Why didn’t I help her like she had helped me?
I saw in her things that no one else knew.
She called me her friend, but it wasn’t true.
In honor of Amanda Jo Abel (Carnegie)
Unfortunately, this is a true story of a very dear friend of mine. Anorexia is a devastating
and hard to understand disease. I do understand that there was nothing I could do, it doesn’t
help. The memories of her beautiful spirit does. Thanks Mandy, I’ll see ya' someday.
Drinking in the reflections of you Your poker face on I’ve not a clue All the right moves one step ahead Calls are opaque and never shed Lightly your misty eyes do betray Closer I draw the heart does weigh Balances are overturned today If it was not it should be written By your beauty I was smitten
Some hearts are held in an empty cage
scream with rage
then scar with age
some hearts burn with an eternal flame
play the game
take the fame
some hearts just learn to be
watch and see
wild and free
some hearts are the treasure deep inside
stem your tide
and never hide
some hearts can pulse with love
yet die surrounded by tears
some hollow hearts can echo
sounds of silent fears
So listen to its crazy beat
follow its rhythm and its range
wake up to face a bright new day
and realise every heart can change..
Flourishing leaves and solemn sunsets,
Yield sensual feelings to never forget.
A brisk moment of natural beauty,
From an evening suns' casting duty.
Staring in awe like a child's first snow,
Gazing through panes in a bedroom window.
A horizons' gold for eyes to behold,
Dimming the earth with shadows so cold.
Fine-ration the seconds,
sweet-savor the sight.
The slimming light beckons,
just prior to night.
Hope banks at the shores of eternity,
faith reaches for the realm of reality.
Hear the sparrows sing on broken boles,
listen to the splashing of rain on lost souls.
Look at the end of the tunnel O fearful!
wake up weary folks, life is beautiful.
The drum speaks of hope and fixed fate;
dance alive, sing aloud in your low estate.
A beautiful baby came into the world.
On her head a pink cap for a girl.
She was born a blonde with a little curl.
As she grew her hair was the color of a pearl.
My loving grandaughter Ashley was my first.
She's finally here and my heart almost burst.
I couldn't love her any more.
My love for her fills me to the core.
She's loving,generous,kind and smart.
Ashley has a beautiful heart.
entered in Royal Trevino"Pink joy"contest.Dedicated to Ezzelle
When I took the test
I knew I was blessed
The 9 months we shared
Can never be compared
When I knew It was time
I couldn't wait to meet this angel of mine
When I seen your face
I knew my place
By your side always
My love looms still in your room,
a carousel billowing in
watch it like the dew distil
in a dream of passion before
My love commits one common
it steals through your blind at
with smiles so bright from dusky
leaving the rainbow glued to
This is more than a dream, feel it,
like the Icycles in Autumn, see it;
crystal clear, written in black and
not to be measured though a
How does one pick a single soul in a field of Flowers?
God would find it rather hard with all of his powers
There are so many beautiful people as we all know
I’m finding it rather impossible to pick a single soul
Even as I pen this one is coming clearly to my mind
Michaela is a very rare gift that is impossible to find
She is like a spiritual daughter that blesses my heart
She has been a very special friend right from the start
Her and my daughter Michaela share the same name
I have chosen my very dear friend, Miss Michaela Payne
When we first met on the site each of us was fairly new
She was the essence of the word “pure” through and through
Michaela is so pure of heart and she is so pure of soul
Beaming with a beautiful innocence so few ever know
It was really hard at first because these words are true
I thought, “Someone like her doesn’t need to know you”
Sometimes in life the Lord brings together two souls
As they each help each other understand their goals
Through her friendship I was eventually able to see
That there was still some good left up inside of me
I truly doubt that Michaela could ever begin to know
Beautiful blessing she has been up inside of my soul
She knows that if ever she needs it I have a real good ear
As I know my knowledge is something that she holds dear
She knows what ever the subject I can offer sound advice
For I haven’t just seen it all, I have seen most of it twice
Never know how good it feels for a tired old convict like me
To help someone as beautifully innocent as a person can be
I reckon that leaves this old man with just one last thing to say
I hope my Michaela grows to be just like her some beautiful day
This Poem is written for Christie's contest and i must
say I found it so very hard to choose just one person
to write about because I have truly been blessed by
many wonderful friends on this site. God Bless you all
You give me the hope I need to believe that there might be true love for me somewhere
Someone that takes me as I am, and can genuinely care
About not just me and who I am but the details in my life
Makes me look forward to someday being someones wife
Because I didn't think there could be anything good out there specifically for me
I never dreamed until now the happiness that could set me free
I feel it all deep inside me, It's dying to get out and it's not going to rest anymore
suddenly so consumed by this feeling to love and I know who I want to save it for
I know you might be thinking it's just lust but it's not
I know the difference and given the chance, I'm going to love you with everything that I've got
Something has come across me and it's bigger than us and anything imaginable
It's a feeling so infinite and eradicable
It won't go away no matter what I do
There's nothing left of me but to love you
And to take you into me heart, I promise to keep you there, all for safe keeping
The image of your face in my memory resides,
and now after all you are by my side.
Every night I stare at the moon,
hoping I will meet you soon.
Loving you makes me see things better,
now I see beauty in words and letters.
Your silky smooth skin is so soft,
a piece of heaven, you were cut off.
Your eyes more beautiful than a rainbow,
shinning a new color everywhere they go.
Your eyelashes that beat so magically
hold together the secret to your mystery.
Your nose structured like a work of art,
forever you will rest in my heart.
Your lips so irresistibly sweet
a passionate kiss when our lips meet.
Your teeth arrange to form a perfect smile
that brings me happiness all the time.
Your hair like rivers and waterfalls flow,
it is behind the reason why I love you so.
The curves of your body are irresistible;
it makes my heart so weak and vulnerable.
Your voice that is safe keeps me calm,
and your arms around me will keep me warm.
It’s very beautiful how our souls perfectly fit,
and how your beauty in the darkness lit.
My only wish is for you to be,
forever and ever here beside me.
And no matter what sad thoughts put a frown on my face,
you were, you are, and you always will be…my beautiful escape
“The Marriage Rose”
The marriage rose grows without any strain
It has seen joy in its blooms but also has seen pain
The beautiful bloom also has its thorn
And without hesitation a brand new bud is born
One bloom dies and another bloom grows
It’s a beautiful process and through eternity flows
Its pedals are soft and the fragrance is sweet
With the passion of time they fall calmly to our feet
Bewildered I give one to my new soul mate
The universe guides us to a new loving fate
Given through love that will never ever die
Love has its joy but will also make us cry
Now I only see blooms and the thorns are no more
With a love that blesses me right down to my core
And this is the question I most humbly pose
Will everyone see the beauty of a joyous Marriage Rose?
She was headed off to college at 18 years old,
News of the crash leaked out, and the mood turned cold.
She was the best person you could ever know,
When she danced with her team she put on a show.
Recently in Ohio, I found this rock,
With its angelic shape I found this cross-walk.
In the crosswalk I found my old best friend,
If only my heart could find a way to mend.
As a young country singer once sang,
“18 years have come and gone,”
It’s hard at this point, it’s hard to move on,
I guess it’s time to move down the line,
I need a reassuring sign to ease my mind.
Goodbye my friend, may heaven treat you well,
In the past, I will no longer dwell.
Hello my guardian angel, you are my eyes,
For you are with God, and He is wise.
Goodbye Tracie Lynn, you made people smile,
I’ll be there for you after a while.
Amongst the Silence
There is Light
A Peace of Self
Rays that Hold Me Tight
A Inner Beauty
Which leads My way
I am summoned to obey
May the Lord Bless this Day.....
The most beautiful people on Earth are sometimes the ugliest
They indulge in evil and sin best
Though beautiful on the appearance
They hardly deserve that we do cast them a glance
Inside, they have nothing, no values, no morals
They can even be filled with diseases, reminding them that they are in fact
The most beautiful people are those rare ones
Those who are as swift and subtle as Pan
Those who care not for the materialistic
Those who relish the meaning of that which is mystic
Those who have seen the realm of the Lord
Those who know, that if they do act with grace, they shall be given a reward
Those who care for others,
Those who are, for this world, mere lovers!
In love with all of creation,
In love with its toils, and its solutions!
Such are those people who deserve, to have beauty
For they are the ones shining with purity!
If you do meet such a beautiful person,
Pray do treat him like a son!
Sometimes things just happen in life we can't quite explain.
The loss of a loved one can cut like a knife causing unbearable pain.
I know you've felt you were at the end of your rope, but kept on.
And you nearly gave up hope, preferring to be all alone.
I look at your pretty picture and smile because you're a beautiful soul.
Your daughters make life worthwhile because they pulled you from that dark hole!
It's hard for me to comprehend, but I often think of you.
Hearts don't break, but bend and I'll be there regardless what you're going through.
To show you I love and care, I reach toward the sky and pull you down a star;
And your burdens I will bare no matter how intense they are!
I know you're a little suspicious and shy because I'm just an inmate
I'm a passionate guy and your love, friendship, and correspondence I'd appreciate!
I'm entitled to mistakes and I'm not perfect, never claimed to be;
And there will never be no heartache in the friendship discovered in me!
So my friend give me a chance, and I'll show you something new.
I'll even teach you to dance, and whatever else you would like to do!
Let me bring this to a close, and let you think about what I said.
I send a gentle kiss to your nose and one to your forehead!
*To a beautiful woman and friend...Janette
To wit with rhyme and meter chime as the battle ensues refuse Do it smith, crime and cheaters chyme as the rattle excuses suffuse The mind striking the kind Viking thinking a bit odd this a rod The binds riding the wind vying linking acquits awed, bliss a God has the entity wiz vanished as the enemy is vanquished
every morning is drenched in your perfume
the city in your presence lowers the volume
wrap your hand in mine so your touch can ignite my senses
inhale with me nature’s joy pass the white picket fences
through the clover fields we’ll run against the fresh breeze
we’ll free our restraints and laugh sick to our bellies
nestle and anchor me to your own private flight of fancy
trip me a flyway of buttermilk sky frothy and creamy
cradle me in the soothe of your keep
sing me tender to a dove-like sleep
She sits in her room alone and waiting
Bursting to bloom is her anticipating
This girl so young just a teenager at heart
One day to adventure for her life to kick start
She grew up reserved never venturing out
Believing she was ugly her mind so in doubt
Boyfriends she's never had close friends kept at bay
No childhood deserves this not growing up to play
Then out of the blue to the school ball she is asked
Her mind now in circles showing it's protective mask
The night arrives, in turmoil she sits waiting
So beautifully dressed, soon to be dating
Her apprehension runs riot, her life crying for change
To live so normal and rid this inner derange
As she turns to the door her eyes starting to tear
A glow lights the room as a beautiful red rose appears
Slowly she turns as she captures the sight
This flower so red emitting this light
This beauty of nature with it's petals so bloomed
Radiate as they grace around her bedroom
At the top of the stairs soon she'll walk down
Into the arms of her date, wearing the most beautiful gown
To the school ball she will go, with her chaperone
When the red rose was released, no longer she'll be alone
of prey scraping
their wings by the
I too raise my arms
as if to pray,
entrenched in water
Like an elephant man
behind a clay mask,
hide n’ chase
I too scrape the
brine off my skin,
and skilfully wash
Here by the old
I too have lost the
emblem of war like
Here as the puddles
of rain quicken in
sand by the slow
I too steal a moment
thoughts, you know
Nothing is ever the
same after you cross
I too cross the
the oncoming sledge
Nothing reports to
me here but my heart
I too love the ocean
as it skirts round
my knobbly knee
Fairies rejoice and dance ballet
Scarlet brandishes the Pimpernel Palais
Have you ever met a pretty lady….
& she called me her Slim Shady!!
Yea it may sound kinda crazy
Probably even shady
Have you ever met a beautiful girl….
& all you ever wanted was for her to be your whole world
& she was so beautiful
That she looked like an ice cream sundae with the chocolate cream swirl
Every time you held hands
At a football game in the stands
Or held her close at homecoming during a slow dance
And you can’t tell me that when you looked into
Her eyes, she didn’t have you in a trance
Have you ever gave a girl a song hoping nothing goes wrong
Or give her a diamond ring
And made her face glow like a hundred watt lighting
All you want is her to be happy
Then she leaves you picking up the pieces
Of all the friends that I’ve known and lost
I reckon at times life will collect its cost
Sometimes the thought makes me sad
As I start thinking of the dreams we had
I know who was right and who was wrong
I reckon it all plays out like a country song
Life of the party is how the song did start
But I reckon it ended with broken hearts
As the years pass by and the memories fade
I remember how we thought we had it made
If life was a bull we had it by the horns
Got the rose by scratching through the thorns
I loved you all more than words can say
I never meant to hurt anybody in any way
But most of my life that was my only curse
I tried to make it better as it just got worse
Just as the guitar player starts a new cord
I turned my life and will over to the Lord
I’m setting here wishing you all could see
The light of the Lord shinning bright in me
I reckon life is less than funny that way
There are some things we never get to say
Things that are forever etched in the heart
Pulling all of us further and further apart
The Lord has given me a wonderful wife
Together her and I share a beautiful life
As far as our children it is beautiful to see
We have formed a melting pot of a family
From two families broken totally apart
We all do cherish each other’s hearts
I wrote this poem in hopes that someday
You’ll read my words and feel what I say
And know in your hearts its words are true
Especially the ones, “I love all of you”
Hard for a Sparrow to Pray
If not here or there I wonder where oh
Could possibly be the precious sparrow
Who will want to build a nice nest
Which will be a place for her to rest.
Little ones soon to life will be brought
And God to her mind brought a thought
I will thank God for His great effort
To keep babies safe and not be hurt.
So all of them now are nicely singing;
More food to mouths God is bringing
And it is hard for a sparrow to pray
Because her wings will get in the way.
I feel as empty as empty can be
Like a dark cloud is covering me
Mind is twisted, thoughts are bent
Straight from hell this poem was sent
All that’s happened, happened in vein
As I ramble towards going insane
When two lives cross they also meet
Better not try and take my seat
I contemplate going back to school
This used up dried out convict fool
Because of fate I’ll never be a part
Of the blood pumping through societies heart
I’m just waiting till the day I fail
And go back to live with my friends in hell
Now just picture me kicking back with a great big grin
As the Lord and I give this poem a little spin
I feel as beautiful as beautiful can be
As clear blue skies hover over me
My mind is straight it’s no longer bent
For the Lord has made my story heaven sent
Nothing that happens, happens in vein
No longer do drugs make me insane
I’ll tell you “It’s my pleasure” as we meet
Please be my guest and have a seat
Next semester I’m going back to school
Ready to prove that I’m no fool
Because I do all I can I’m now a part
Earning my place in societies heart
With the Lord on my side I know I won’t fail
For the Lord is my light guiding me away from hell
Today I was pondering how much our words
truly mean and how easly they can be twisted.
I realized that we not only need to watch what
we say but also how we say it. A simple play
on words can give a message a whole new
meaning. I hope all of this came out right.
The autumn air is crisp and clean
Bringing colourful acrobatics, yearly seen.
The dancing leaves entertain us all,
Changing their colours and like dancers fall
Gracefully, fluttering from the sky.
Forming carpets of colour where they now lie.
The most beautiful season of the year,
It's beautiful now that fall is here.
As angels sing and doves fly
So beautiful across the sky
I realize that it’s no lie
Not all that’s born is born to die
I speak of the spirit inside flesh
We are all bound to a physical death
When love is born it starts to grow
Into the most beautiful thing I know
There is a thing I hope you all can see
Love takes on its own entity
It is its own form of life
It binds together husband and wife
Spreads graciously to the kids
The cup of love has no lid
These words I speak are words of truth
Inside love is the fountain of youth
We will die and be free of our sin
Through the power of love we live again
Her eyes reflect blue of a clear daytime sky
And at night she dances like a gold firefly.
Those evenings spent on the inlet bay
When seven swans would sail my way
I'd walk on the deck with bags of bread
They seemed to know they would be fed
From the other side of the inlet they'd come
And they'd devour every last crumb
So beautiful and graceful too
And I had such a perfect view
I called them the girls and they knew me
I often wondered how they could see
So far across that watery space
It's almost like they knew my face
I'd call to them across the way
And they would listen to what I'd say
Come drifting over to my back door
Like they had many times before
I'd tell them all my troubles and then
They'd eat and sail away again
I do miss seeing those gorgeous creatures
With ivory feathers and lovely features
It was so peaceful there on the bay
When the beautiful swans would swim my way
Her eyes were as beautiful as they could be
A puppy dog’s frown looking back at me
As they smiled they truly danced with life
Those big brown eyes of my beautiful wife
I sat behind glass as they filled with tears
Scared and alone her eyes danced with fear
The depth of her eyes expressed all of the pain
Dancing all around me I could feel their shame
But when they met mine these words are true
Beauty of their love broke me completely into
I gazed into her eyes into the depths of her soul
Lost up inside those eyes I had found my goal
It totally broke my spirit as I realized her pain
The thought of it drove me completely insane
Over sixty months later when mine got set free
Can you guess what eyes were waiting for me?
Two beautiful eyes that were so deep and brown
Now had a beautiful sparkling puppy dog frown
They also had a sternness I had never seen
Saying the only way to us is by staying clean
All these years later, eyes still as deep as a well
I am still lost in their beauty, bound to their spell
Telling me good morning as we start another day
Her eyes shine with so much love in a beautiful way
Sometimes in life we try to be all that we can be
I didn’t pick her eyes because her eyes picked me
I am lost in the treasure of her beauty and grace
I reckon beautiful eyes deserve a beautiful face
Expanding on her beautiful eyes that mirror her soul
Is no less than my life’s honor and a beautiful goal
Written for Sami's contest
I accept what i need offer up what's left
Let ridicule fall on ears that are deft
Just as a fisherman catches fish on his hook
I write out my poems and put together books
The reason I do it is clear as can be
I feel it's what the Lord ask of me
For 41 years I had no idea I was a poet
But if I couldn't cook it I could damn sure grow it
My life consumed by Marijuana and speed
Trusting in them to provide what I need
They replaced my job and even my love
They were everything that I held above
They picked me up whenever i felt low
If I got to high they helped me to slow
No, I didn't write poems or watch the T.V.
Never touched a computer said, "Thats not for me"
Traded in the girls because the next on was cuter
Woke up with a shot went to bed with a hooter
I would run day and night until I would drop
Running more from myself than from any cop
I chemically induced away all my dreams
See rivers take mothers after being formed by streams
These days my head feels like it's in a vice
I'll tell you right now my pains nothing nice
Weekly shots I take for the Hepatitis C
Epidural Steroid blocks in the spine for me
Every doctor I see I greet with a smile
Not feeling to good but I will after while
They say my attitude is one that is great
I see the beauty of love with no time for the hate
I have no reason for anger or time to be mad
No reason for all that this is my bad
This isn't that bad hell I've suffered more
At least I can turn my knob and walk out the door
Reality is real but it's also a dream
Things that are clear may not be as they seem
The Lord is my master to whom which I serve
For he's already given me more than I deserve
Children who love me and a beautiful wife
All the blessings a man needs in life
So Doctor tell me how can I not smile
At least I'm not alone walking this mile
I have you guys and the Lord walking with me
And thats about as beautiful as beautiful can be
I dedicate this poem to all of my doctors
Dr. Garrison - Primary
Dr. Merliss - Neurologist
Dr. Aldwari - Infectious Disease Specialist
Dr. Johnson- Pain Management Specialist
Dr. Beck - Physical Therapist
I feel very blessed to have such a fine
team working so hard on my recovery.
I also wish to thank everyone for all the
Prayers I have received. I love you guys.
~Spring versus Summer~
Spring is slowly leaving
And summer is swiftly arriving
And for me that really matter
Because the days are getting hotter
I love spring but mostly I love fall
That's when I really have a ball
That's when the days are just kinder
By reminding me when days are just better!
I hate to see spring go,
And for summer to my door just to show,
I don't like to feel all the heat,
Because that's when my body takes the beat
I prefer much better the cold weather
But I like it more when we are together,
Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow,
Spring is about to exit and take her bow
Spring is slowly leaving
And summer is swiftly arriving
It makes me sad to see spring go
And for summer to my door just to show.
Dorian Petersen Potter
Just read someone else's poem and wrote
this one in response to the other. Also, it
is written about other sings as you will start
to tell as you read my poem. Have at it.
Of All the Songs
Of all the songs that I do sing the best
Once was about assurance that has been blest;
Even sang some story of God who is divine;
Convicts souls walking in a straight line.
Bright beach was broiling under the sun;
Holy, holy, holy is God when day is done;
We landed on a lovely, luscious land;
Was green, green they say with white sand.
Only a fool could find himself finer
In another place, other than Caroliner;
Once this beautiful State they are in.
When they leave always will return again.
Sing this song offering God much praise
See sheep and cows as they start to graze
Eating Green, Green grass and by they pass
And look at my wife such a lovely lass.
Ten thousand characters are my limit
So as I start to write very vehement
An opportunity awaits having no doom
God is in my life and in every room.
James Thomas Horn
Remember: April is Poetry Month
Rough hands, not to a poetic nature.
A rough heart is to a brain washed stature.
To seclude a past dream, fate has built me solid.
To accomplish what I've decided not to, so diabolic.
And what has been unheard of, I have done.
To persuade a wicked mind that I'm the only one.
Oh what a genius, how writer's block envies me.
To the finest and fittest, none could ever be.
What a useless thing, a mind a terrible thing.
Not to waste, to the unheard of to sting.
Guts like a cardboard box, so cowardly at its best.
Water hits and it crumbles to rest.
Limp, un vivid- a pointless being.
The worse part is knowing, knowing what I'm seeing.
That I AM indeed a fake, that I AM cowardly at its best.
I should just crumble under intoxication- leave my lifeless body to rest.
What a beautiful way to die, a beautiful waste of creation.
To form new hands and a new animation.
A different perspective through different color eyes.
A heart made different, with my truth in disguise.
How cowardly I am, to start over clean.
Not knowing what I know now, not seeing what I've seen.
I am to melt, a beautiful waste.
I dare myself every racing bullet, that I'll be the next they've cased.
A heart, a mind, but stones don't mix.
They're segregated- I'm not- I need to be fixed.
Along time ago just the other day
I saw a magic horse who flew my way
Well all in all jackpot in hand
It flew me off to a distant land
A place where the Land meets the Sea
We landed there this horse and me
Somethings in life should not go to waste
Such was the beauty of this special place
Secluded and surrounded by sheer rock walls
With an abundance of beautiful waterfalls
Creating rainbows that filled the skies
Oh, This place was beautiful to the eyes
As I looked all around at the giant ferns
Into my heart this place did burn
While listening to the beat of the sea
We had a picnic this horse and me
Then down the beach we took us a walk
And without a word we had us a talk
Life is full of many wonderful things
Like my flying Mustang with golden wings
Written by Michaela and I
a falling star is a snowflake on my tongue
a kiss from you makes this old man feel mighty young
an ocean breeze is a careless stroll just because
an embrace from you is the dissipation of what one was
a winter afternoon sun is a daydream feeling free
a smile on your face inspires a rejuvenated energy in me
a mountain morning sunday is a breathtaking vision of nature
just knowing that you love me makes me thank God even more that you know my nomenclature
Gently, light touched my eyes
As it tickeled my thighs…
A soft breeze entered my door
A melody played across my room….
A heart beat was heard
As a new day approached….
Lowly, I opened my eyes,
Where a beautiful view was in display…
A view birds can't wait to see…
A view where life begins to speak…
I rested my eyes that morning,
on the sunrise's beautiful drawing...
The drawing that displayed a harmonious painting,
of red, orange, yellow, and the people who are smiling…
Linda is the most beautiful in the lists
both of Lindas and of the evangelists.