For the lark she sings in her morning song,
That brightens up my day.
The pitter patter of tiny drops,
Clouds fill the sky with grey.
The dampened ground, that familiar smell,
Now quenched refreshed anew.
Brings forth forgotten memories,
Of a time that I once new.
Like grains of sand they ebb and flow,
Those minutes of the day.
In lines of endless moments,
That brought forth that child at play.
For is this just like déjà vu
For some time I’ve been alone.
Now standing here now humble,
To all these things I’ve known.
With gentle face a youthful pose,
As we danced the night away,
A tender touch a knowing gaze,
No need for words to say.
For what is love but a feeling?
As hearts melt into one.
With the blessings of good fortune,
Now Care free and full of fun.
For they say that hopes eternal,
And all things come to he who waits.
Or is that for other people,
For nothing seems that straight.
Given in reflected thought,
To those oh so special years.
Brought back in just a heart beat,
I wipe away the tears.
© N windle
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?
Oh imperceptible storm looming mighty as we walk,
secure is its claim as volatile manipulator.
The sun hides behind the insensitive violation,
the rugged moor top grows shapeless within the greyish shroud.
The day gives way to manifestation, illusions cast
as folk stagger habitually along life’s broadway.
My mother clasps a tiny hand, just happens to be mine,
the sun fights back peeps through the cloud, a shaft of light appears.
“One day you and I” she says “Will travel upon that light,
sent down every day for us, this the stairway to heaven.”
So many questions come to mind after these pensive years,
the day I buried my mother, a shaft of light appears!
2nd February 2013
for Seren Roberts contest
Walk with me, my child, before you grow
Hear of the world I’d like you to know
A unified Earth without country divisions
One without governments to make decisions
A world where people are not judged by race
Color neutral, can you imagine this place?
Freedom to worship as each one pleases
No hate-based reproaches, just loving breezes
All would have food, shelter and joy
Care would be given to each girl and boy
Mother Nature would smile upon us all
No earthquakes, tsunamis or mudslide falls
Art would be revered and beauty bestowed
Never again would war sounds explode
Now tell me, dear child, do you share my dream
For you hold the power to build a new team
Our youth may set our tomorrow in motion
Precepts like these need not only be notions
Let your light shine, to show your way of life
The road can be difficult and hard
But remember that on your journey of life, you are never alone
Let your light shine and you will reach your goals
August 31. 2012
A-L Andresen :)
Today you have no reason to be sour and sad
When you look around, the world is not too bad
Smile to the world and you will see hwo many friends you get
Focus on everything that is positive and don`t be upset
Open your window let the sun and love come in
Today, it is your birthday and you have everything to win
I watch as they descend from the sky
So many of them I can't help wonder why
Once on the ground they dance all around
Still the sight of them to me is so profound
Some voices come in whispers so low
Yet some billow causing them to echo
There is a reason they came down below
They bring a message of things we should know
~Angels descending,bring from above,
Echoes of mercy,whispers of love~
These angels didn't fall at all
Just upon us they made a call
For : "Fallen Angels" contest of Tracie ~*~Indigo Dreamweaver
~Quote of Fanny J. Crosby included in this poem as requested~
Written in the form of Rhyming Couplet
4th Place Winner
The lake is a plate of evening blue
Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view
Under lilting skies the undulating sea
Stretches far beyond infinity
Silent and calm, no hint of green
Smooth as silk with translucent sheen
Rippling blue as far as fingers can see
Yet when the moon’s luminosity
Fondles the surface where the wavelets flow
Twinkling jewels are dew-pearls’ glow
To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea
How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be...
For Brian Strand's Image Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines
By nette onclaud
< 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 held your face and caught your tears..
On my fingertips they balanced and disappeared..
Swallowed your sadness with an open mouth..
Lifted grief away and showed what love is about..
Took a dream and gave you the starring role..
A place to run and play and feed your soul..
Now your free to dream your own..
Just remember me, your never alone..
I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees.
A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze.
It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops.
An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops.
And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide
across this sea of fantasy into the eventide.
The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue
nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view.
My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me,
a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.
The end of my life the beginning of my death
I shall start to slowly inhale my final breath
Fast forwarding memories race through my mind
There is one in particular that I’m trying to find
Is it of the hottest night or the brightest day?
I really don’t know how could I possibly say
White capped waves to snow capped peaks
As I start to exhale I feel so tired and weak
Funny how everything has started moving so slow
As my mind races to learn what it shall never know
Suddenly everything ceases as clouds fill my eyes
For I have frozen in the memory of you and I
Nothing but darkness here at the end of the race
As my final breath of air softly kisses your face
As I travel through the darkness I feel no fear
I’m lost in the taste from the salt of your tear
They say eternity is no more than an equation of time
Consequences of our life heaven or hell shall define
There is one truthful fact regarding my fate
Our Lord Jesus Christ will meet me at the gate
But I won’t go in that’s something I could never do
There is no heaven for me until I walk in with you
I’ll sit down right there just outside of the gate
I’m certain for you the Lord will let me wait
I know you’ll be mad because I waited so long
Sweetheart you are the message inside of my song
And the message my song shall forever send
It could only be heaven if I have my friend
I usually write in couplet rhyme
Its simply what I do it's not by design
It's just the way the words seem to flow
Into my head up out of my soul
I love the ones that are full of light
See they are what brought me up out of the night
People prove they care by the things that they do
So I write this light for all of you
I write it because I wish you to know
True beauty is born with-in the soul
The soul is a thing that cherishes the light
Do you not embrace the stars through the dark of night
Well as you do know my words are true
They may twinkle bright but not as bright as you
You are angels who covered me in your prayers
Let me know I'm someone worthy of care
I hold you all in my heart just like my wife
Like her you are "a blessing in my life"
I see you in the distance quite stunning are are to my eye's,
I start to check you up and down I think an angel has arrived.
Lovely slender legs and curvy little waist,
nicely proportioned bust, amazing grace.
As you slowly get closer my heart skips a beat,
flicking your beautiful long brown hair so I can gaze upon your face.
I quickly turn my head away,
I just can't believe my eye's.
That sexy attractive women I thought you were,
Nek Minnit, your a guy.
Contest: ANY 2012 POEM any theme/any form max of 18 lines - Brian Strand
M.Mahauariki © 2012
Lost in love,
Found in pain,
Can't get out,
All in vain.
Keep you with me
All my life.
Your words cut into me
Like a knife.
I lay in your arm,
Staying out of harm.
Keep me there,
Because i know you care.
Lost in love,
No more pain,
Don't want out,
Not in vain.
Before the future and after the past
We have found each other’s souls at last
In the beat of a heart I was able to see
The rest of my life belonged to thee
When our eyes met it wasn’t a glance
Locked together in a forbidden trance
For we had each given up on love
And being forgiven by Lord above
We were forever lost and on the run
Burying our pain by having our fun
Children scattered from here to there
As we stayed so high we didn’t care
We each knew when you come down
You lose your mask and face the clown
And that was something we couldn’t do
Until the day you met me and I met you
Unplugging the phone we locked the doors
I told you my sins and you told me yours
The people in our life just couldn’t believe
We found in each other the strength to leave
To change our fate was quite the chore
But there was noting we each wanted more
My children love you and yours love me
Because we have melted into one family
I wrote this poem because I want you to know
You beat with my heart and live in my soul
You have always been way more than my lover
You’re the friend I found who is like no other
When Sparks Fly.
The magic in our togetherness make's sparks fly.
Years of me loving her, her heart will always be mine.
Our trials, our errors, through out our years.
Seeing grandchildren we made, strikes me to tears.
Two hearts we have still beat as one.
The magic of our love is like white morning doves.
We are still young then turning so old.
Magically we are still in love 7 times fold.
I have found my soul mate early in my life's stride.
We both believe our love, with togetherness is our pride.
Don't carry the dead back home
Leave them better left alone
Time will come to face those fears
Now your debts are in arrears
Grab the living by the hand
Tell them you still have a plan
Even beggarly and small
somehow rise above it all
Be the salt and not the dross
Claim the win and not the loss
Someone needs you to be strong
Fake it, make it right or wrong
"Till you really reach the place
where you learn to turn your face
to the only one who knows
how your inner garden grows.
My hand’s outstretched, within your grasp
So hold it, please, and take it fast
Allow it not to hang and wait
Destined to a lonely fate
It reaches through a thickened haze
Calling you out for welcoming days
Needing to feel you take its hold
Releasing from its bitter cold
Our friendship waits for new day’s sun
To bask and play until the day is done
Then, in sleep, we’ll continue play
Until we rise on sun’s new day
A Prayer for my Wife
Now I’ll tell you all the details if I can keep from sheddin’ a tear
Last night when it got late and really quiet around here
I got down on my knees, crossed my heart and began to pray
And in the darkness between me and God, here’s what I had to say
I love her so much Lord and I just don’t know what I’d do
I’m afraid that she won’t make it, that’s why I’m coming to you
Here with my heart open, at your mercy down on my knees
I’m begging’ you with every heartbeat, Oh Lord hear my pleas
I don’t know what your plans are or what you have in store
And I know I don’t deserve her and that she deserves much more
And don’t misunderstand Lord, I don’t assume any obligation
For your bounty in our life has exceeded all our expectations
But please allow her to live and me to be a part of that life
And I swear I’ll make this beautiful woman proud to be my wife
And if it’s not in your plans Lord then I pray that you take me instead
Cause’ I can’t live without my love, I’d be better off dead
And no excuses for my past Lord, but I’ll do better than I’ve done
I ask you only this, my lord, in the name of your Son.
I wiped my tears as I said my amen’s and prepared myself to stand
Stepped up next to your bed and began to caress your pretty hand
I stared off into space as all the memories came flooding in
Reliving each and every moment, over and over again
And as the first rays of sunshine, streamed in past the curtain
I felt an overwhelming peace calm my mind and ease the hurtin’
I felt compelled to kiss you so I pressed my lips to your face
And it seemed the room was filled in the beauty of God’s living grace
And you slowly opened your eyes and smiled for me to see
And I knew the Lord my God had given my sweet wife back to me
God has a plan,
And it is out of my hands.
Now 1738 there was born a man...
'name of Ethan Allen; his craw full'a sand,
Faced up to the guvenor of N Y, State..)
The green mountain boys would be part of his fate,
He took fort Ticonderoga as the hour grew late
This man of destiny; standing up to the plate,
As demands of imperial power hit nerves rubbed raw
Self-determination the watchword by tower and shore,
This flame a'burning makes its seat in their hearts
People "taxed over wars" wishing now to part,
The rest is history "how they made their stand..
Forced into conflict that led to freedom unplanned..!
A maverick Man
Tweaked by abbreviation and footnote
Copyright Joe Maverick 2012
In support of Cyndi MacMillans "Mavericks contest"
Her family struggles as many Americans do
But in tough times, Sara always extends a hand to you
After reading her poetry, I knew we had to meet
How could anyone hold so much love and speak in words sweet?
I haven’t a clue how she manages to show such care
Where is this well of hope Sara taps when she offers prayer?
Could it be she has a clear, direct line to our Father?
Each time a poet asks for prayers, for Sara it is no bother
Where does she find the strength to pray for people she’s not met?
A special chair in heaven waits for the Soup’s fine poet
I’m mystified by this lady whose strong faith I envy
But one thing is for sure; Sara’s heart is never empty
*Tribute to Sara Kendrick
Last night I bore a troubled heart
And prayed the Lord His peace impart...
And dreamt I then of fancy things
Of angel's wings, and Queens, and Kings
Of pirate ships and maidens fair
With emerald eyes and golden hair...
Then, flying there on wings of thought
Was quickened homeward sleeping brought
And woke instead to cold of morn
With worries lurking still forlorn...
Then, while sipping coffee's wake
Did by the garden respite take
And playing there I spied two fox
like stooges wearing reddened locks...
I prayed the Lord to spare my grief
And woke today to comic relief!
Timothy I. Brumley
A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.
The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.
We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured
except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw
of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle
a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete
to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars
to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires
to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.