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Details | Ode | |

Ode to beauty-w

strophe

I stand on the snow covered mountain
Colorful vase of flowers
Slopes  with flower beds laden
I saw the snow lotus flowers
I asked, “Why are you all alone here?
Beauty is meant to be adored.
Should give yourself to somebody
Before your petals fall to dust soon, dear.
What if I crushed your petals, I asked
As at these heights, you are quite lonely”..

antistrophe

One of the flowers quickly responded
“I enjoy the shelter of blue skies.
I would be too glad
If you choose  to crush my petals
My fragrance will spread everywhere.
Fulfilling the purpose and duty
If destroyed, not admired.
By plucking my petals, remember
You won’t gather my beauty,
Beauty is to see, not to be plucked'.

epode

“O’ lotus, you teach wisdom to man
Praise her beauty, don’t destroy her. 
It is the gladdest thing under the sun
Touch a hundred flowers not pick ever”
O’ man, pluck not wayside flower even 
It is the traveler’s dowers.
Silently a flower blooms alone
And in silence it falls down
If I am worth many pleasures,
I think I am too few then”.

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June 15, 2014
Form : Ode
First Place win in
Contest: My favorite poem by Carol Eastman
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Form: Ode (the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode)
Rhyme scheme: ABABCDECDE (Ten lines)
Second place winner in
Contest: Ode sponsored by Jared Pickett

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This is the  English Ode, also called the Homostrophic or Horatian Ode. 
The Romantic Ode often followed the Irregular Ode's structure 
and the Homostrophic Ode's meditative quality.
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The poem also won the second place in the International Poetry
Contest of 2011 by Poetry Soup.
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Details | Sonnet | |

Andrea the POETESS

Three dozen Roses, Red ,Yellow and White
To show my affection for POETIC insight
Her Quilled POETRY : Inspirations; ignite
The Pen in my hand as I write through the night

When words from her Heart, in a new POEM appear
I read it twice over 'til message is clear
The image so vivid as Roses "Pure" White
My mind carries her words in Dreams through the night

I wake up refreshed, with a pen in my hand
Thank-YOU Andrea Dietrich; I now understand
I will shout to the World; throughout the whole land
With a feeble Tribute to make YOU feel Grand

As my pen tries to emulate YOUR Talented Quill
Roses for Andrea and Her POETRY skill
     
Inspired by the Contest "A Soup member worthy of a Tribute"
                     Sponsored by " Richard Lamoureux " 

                   Dedicated to  the LOVELY POETESS
                              " ANDREA DIETRICH "


Details | Free verse | |

Incessant Motion

.
                             This is just for you
                             little hummingbird….

                        How inspirational you are!!

                        You flit about in eager ways
                    From flower to flower you dance
                      always intent on your mission

                      Pretty crimson and deep blue
                       and shimmered green hues
                      on your lightning speed wings

                         Just watching your drive
                           makes me grin at you
                      How you are always so busy
                          Your vigor and energy

                                   Yes….you…
                            irrepressible you are
                             A bit mischievous….

                        Dashing through the wind

                                   F
                                       R
                                          E
                                             E
                     

                    I love to watch your little loops
                   and your sudden stops in mid air
                        How you love to hover…..

                     Bright, you are….a light to me
                   On sad days when sorrow comes
                         you dash to my rescue
                              with super speed

                               How I love you
                            little hummingbird!!

This is for a dear friend. She is much like a hummingbird *^_^*


Details | I do not know? | |

Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
 
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
 
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
 
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
 
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
 
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.


Details | Cinquain | |

Sunflower

Sunflower
Yellow Black-seeded
Soaking Shimmering Sun
Serenity Showing Sturdy Sensitivity
Plant


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Ballad | |

When the Lavender Returns

As cold as ice
Wrapped round your brain
And darkness unfolds
You’re breathing in pain

It’s been freezing here   
In this Land of Shattered Dreams 
It’s been freezing here 
This corrupted winter stings 

It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
Your body can’t stay warm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)
 It’s been freezing here  		
(Où est la Lavande?)
This cruel and criminal storm  	
(Où est la Lavande?)

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones

When the lavender returns
It’ll race across the land
Rebel flower grows
In the palm of your free hand

If you look out your window
The ground’s parched and bare
If you call for your lover
She’s no longer there
If you ponder your life
Well, it feels like a wreck
And your failures are scars
You can never forget

As leaves turn brown
Sky fades to grey
You’re feeling the drought
The end of the day

It’s been lonely here
In this World of Fallen Souls
It’s been lonely here
With nowhere left to go

But don’t give up
Don’t despair
Taste the hope 
Floating through the air 

When the lavender returns
It’ll warm your frozen bones
Vivid violet clothes
In their candy overtones 

When the lavender returns   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll race across the land 	         
(Où est la Lavande?)
Rebel flower grows  			
(Où est la Lavande?)
In the palm of your free hand   	
(Où est la Lavande?)

When the lavender returns    	
(Où est la Lavande?)
It’ll warm your frozen bones   	
(Où est la Lavande?)
Vivid violet clothes  			 
(Où est la Lavande?)
In their candy overtones  		 
(Où est la Lavande?)


Details | Free verse | |

the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


Details | Sonnet | |

You I Dream Of

A flower grows from beneath a blanket
 Of fine and purest white
 It reaches toward the sun for warmth,
 For heat and for the light

 My love for you grows stronger still,
 Despite the surrounding cold
 My heart is yours, bartered gone
 For yours has it been sold

 Its petals shine from morning dew
 Its stem grows stiff and strong
 It stands strong through the freezing cold
 It stands the winter long

 I long for you, for your soft touch
 I miss the way you smile
 The longer that we stay apart
 The longer every mile

 The flower stretches through the snow
 It reaches toward the sun
 And now without you the color is gone
 The flower's petals, dun

 But as we talk, and as we learn
 The flower comes back to life
 The snow now melts and goes away
 As you take away my strife

 Spring is here and growth abounds
 As you and I are one
 We are together, we are in love
 The snow for now is done

 I see the future, in dreams I have
 Of our life, long and true
 I see the times where all I need
 Are comforting words from you

 I see the times when winter comes
 As winter tends to do
 But we still love, and we still live
 And I do still love you

 And so we live, with children ours
 And a life of much to see
 With love we live, to live we love
 Happy together are we

 I see the flower, older now,
 But still strong with fresh new leaves
 I see it growing, tall and strong
 Reaching to the eaves

 We are now old, as years have passed
 But old together are we
 And strong our love still today
 As strong as it can be


Details | Free verse | |

Waiting for new leaves

Waiting for New Leaves

I am a red flower tree,
I am waiting for my new long thin leaves,

I am waiting for my leaves,
Like a new beginning for another Spring,

The clouds are trying to console me,
The wind too is trying to soothe me, 
By its cool and refreshing blowing,
The tiny black bird, 
Will come soon again 
To swing and feast,
My red flower's sweet,
Which she eats while singing
And swinging on my trees..

The cycle of life,
Keep running like this.
Seasons come and seasons go,
They leave their impressions, 
On the sands and sky of time.

The only thing which never fails to persist,
Is the change of things and change of time,
Which always turns,
Sooner or later and never fails.

So wait for your turn of good days, 
It would come soon with my new leaves, 
And your hopes and dreams would revive,
To brighten your life,
With love, joy and music.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 7th Aug. 2012

This Poem was originally written by me on 17th May 2010
on the Photo of Red Flower Leaves as my Photo Poem.


Details | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Romanticism | |

Love needs Two Hearts

Love cannot bloom,
love cannot go on,
love cannot persue it dreams,
love cannot be what it is meant to be,
love cannot be where it is supposed to be,
if love doesn't have two hearts.

Love needs two hearts to be true,
Like water to a dried rose
makes it bloom in spring weather
with such glory and beauty.
Love cannot be true if one heart
doesn't love the other.
Care, trust, honesty and loyalty
in love it has no boundaries,
it has no color, it has no age,
like a fine wine or an aged whiskey
it grows better with time.
But love cannot fullfill without the other half.

If a woman loves man,
let her love him,
if you love me,
than love me, but if my heart is gone
and cannot be found in such relation with you
then I must halt, till my heart comes around.
If it never does show with the first light of morning,
then it wasn't meant to be with thee.
Come now, do not shed a tear for me,
a simple heathin, who cries havoc
when something doesn't go his way.
Do not cry, do not shed your one of a kind tears
for a souless man, for a heartless man like I,
but do not blame me,
if my heart cannot be found.

Love needs two hearts,
not one or the other can survive
without each other.
Love is patient, love is kind,
but with ever lover comes another.
And we will all fall in great and deep love,
be intoxicated with each other,
and our sweet kisses that God himself would shed a tear
for such beauty that still exisits.
Love needs two hearts,
you cannot have one, without the other.


Details | Quatrain | |

Wildflowers

The wildflower begins its life as a seed
Within itself it contains all it will need
Along with the rain and the sun to feed
To become something we can't it will succeed

For despite the problems that around them lie
The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by
Not realizing we no longer stop to see
Or care anymore how fragile they can be

They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume
But as time goes by we give them less and less room
More concrete and cities in their path now loom
I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom

So as down this road of life you race
The next time you happen upon a place
Where wildflowers put a smile on your face
Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase!

©Donna Jones


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Couplet | |

Morning glory

For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
©  N  Windle.


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Reason For the Four Seasons

Each season has a special reminder to us...
We see God's love and can only trust.
Whether it is winter, spring, summer or fall.
I believe spring is the most beautiful of them all.

Things come into full bloom...
Everything grows until there just isn't any more room.
The gardens are being planted.
It is one season we do not take for granted.

Everything is fresh and alive...
It seems as if God is right there by our side.
The grass turns green,
With each new year there are more flowers to be seen.

A vast array of colors has just begun...
The flowers are given warmth from the rays of the sun.
The rain comes down to water them below.
The flowers come up as we all watch them grow.

With the fall of the leaves there's a fresh cool breeze...
Then comes the winter with a cold, cold freeze.
In the summer there is the shade of the trees.
But it is spring that I love to see.

The four seasons come and go...
But for sure this one thing I know.
This is His special love to us from above.
I find this to be: " God's reason for the four seasons."

"Garden"





Details | Haiku | |

Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


Details | Sonnet | |

The Rose

Once upon a time there was a single blooming Rose.
The world rejoiced at all the beauty given her to show.
But as with every rose her time was shortly bestowed.
After, the world felt hollow, so intense did its sorrow flow.

They sought a reminder of the beacon they once did truly hold.
They found a small flower of white that in its purist form did unfold.
The thorns reminded all, that the original could never be theirs again.
But still it did impart hope, for another one, like their virtuous friend.

Eventually the flower was cultured and created into what we hold to now.
For even the present is needy of something so precious to hold some how.
And though no one remembers how the flowers’ name was earlier sown…
It still holds us tightly to the purity, hope, and beauty its known to bestow.

There are many legends that have traveled down to us thru the years.
But there are none so beautiful as the one that became the Rose so dear.


Details | Romanticism | |

A Dedication to my Darling Mystic

Dedicated to my darling Mystic Rose...


For my everlasting rose,
for my darling Mystic Rose,
Charished deep in my heart,
for generations to last lifetimes,
on this Beautiful gift,
we all call Mother Earth.

Oh now my dear
come now and do not fear,
I shall take you by your sweet and loving hand,
as we set out in a band,
of two lonely hearts
that both need to be loved.

At first when I came
to this desolate Wasteland;
I was a lonely heart
with poetry that was my art.
You were the first to come to me,
with a smile and a hug.
You read my work,
I won your heart
and you praised me,
looked at me in anew
and treated me diffrently than any other.

My darling Mystic,
Oh how you make me feel;
so grand, so new, so happy.
As I lay my head to rest
I reminisce on your loving words,
that spoke such truth to my soul.
As you praised me through my heights,
and weaped with me through my sorrow,
as I uplifted your soul with the arrangement of words
I wrote from deep down in my weak and weary soul;
You were there always to touch my heart
and cure me of sorrowed tears.

It is impossible to express my love for you,
but see me, to feel my love,
for you my darling Mystic
it tears me apart to not
see your face, to hear your voice,
only to read your loving words
comments on a poem
that was written on a page;
It tears me apart.

Oh, my sweet and everlasting rose,
Blooming in every season,
at every hour,
a beautiful poetess at her midst of an evening twilight
as the nightingales sing outside your window,
I come and show you love and compassion.

Let us go, you and I,
I take you by your hand
and we sail off,
two poets writing of beauty
both in ink upon a blank piece of paper.
To write of love,
My compassion for you
my beautiful rose,
my darlin Mystic.

We shall part seas,
bloom in gardens of beauty,
roses and violets grow tall
around us,
reminding us of our everlasting friendship.
Lilacs and tulups stray long away,
to show my love to a stranger,
but you are no stranger to me.

You are an everlasting rose,
which blooms evertime at the stroke of nine,
and there you stay,
growing in a large and beautiful garden,
that is located deep in my heart.

Now take me, my darling Mystic
your LoveSlayer,
and charish this beautiful write
Charish it at all times,
every hour of the days! 
In honour of your beauty and inspiration
I am a fool in love,
intoxicated with your beauty at heart.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

An End to Aloneness

In my life I often feel I am alone; alone in my thoughts, alone in my musings, alone in my day-to-day movements and unsatisfying activities. I move like a ghost through hallways and down sidewalks, unnoticed and, at times, gratefully so. 
I do not wish to be eternally alone. I long for togetherness. But despite this desire for a real connection, I find myself regularly retreating from that temperamental beast that is human interaction. 

“Come on now, sweetheart. Don’t lower your head. Don’t look away. Look up! Smile at someone! No! Don’t go back into your bedroom. Don’t lock the door! Why are you doing this?” my brain will plea. 

I can’t help myself. Aloneness is comfortable. In being alone, I don’t have to worry about anyone but myself. I don’t have to please anyone else. I can think anything I want, wear anything I want, listen to anything I want, and laugh at anything I want. 

And still there remains that nagging desire to be loved and wanted and needed by somebody. I do not know the feeling of being truly desired. I do not know what it is like for someone to crave my company, my smile, my kiss, or my touch. 

                                                                              But I would like to…

I cannot make someone love me or like me or want me in some primal way. It may hurt, but I cannot make that handsome boy want to hold my hand or brush my hair back behind my ear. I can only struggle on. I can only work within myself. I can only try every God damn day to hold my head up, keep my eyes fixed ahead, a give the world the best smile I have. I and I alone can bring myself out of the safety of my bedroom and into the bright world that lies beyond that locked door. 
	
I often find myself alone with nothing more than my thoughts and the ever-strong glow of a computer screen. But no longer will aloneness be the constant in my life. It is true that never having known the caress of a man’s hand on my thigh doesn't make me any less of a woman, but I fear that if I stay confined within myself much longer I will begin to become less of a human. A flower cannot grow if it retracts its leaves and petals every time it feels the warmth of the sun or the kiss of a gentle spring rain.  
	
And I want to grow. I want to grow so tall and blossom so big and beautifully that every place on earth is touched by my shadow at some point in the day. And I will grow. I will push myself and share myself with the world, and finally
							                                 finally
								                                   finally
know the closeness and comfort of love and honest, unabashed companionship.


Details | Alliteration | |

A worrying Flower's Wisdom

Whether I will wither in the warmth
Or wilt with the weather,
I worry wildly!

For I'd rather,
    Weep with wounds when wrapped into a wreath
Than
     Get wrenched (plucked) away worthlessly!


Details | Sonnet | |

The Broken Girl-not me

Is my life not tortured enough for you to see? 
I am broken as can be. 
My heart is torn. 
My tears stain these perfect floors.  
Why are singing with glee? 
Why do you not care about my every plea? 
I am trapped in your arms. 
I am the hopeless moth. 
How did you pick me? 
What is it that you see? 
A girl untouched by life? 
A flower blooming in the desert? 
I have said goodbye to my loving integrity.  
You took that from me through R-A-P-E.


Details | Haiku | |

A Flower on a Branch

A flower petal

Blossom on a long tree branch

With a bright color


Details | Rhyme | |

Rose

Rose

If we all become flowers of rose,
Whose scent always outgrows,
Even those hands crush us, in an instance,
Will be left with our fragrance.


All rights are reserved. Syed Imon Rizvi
From a book "Outspoken" - 2012
Available at www.amazon.com


Details | Rhyme | |

About a Rose

I found this poem I want you to see
This Poem was written, And it was just for me
It's about a rose that has its thorns 
Resembling how ones life can suddenly be torn
This beautiful poem has caught my eye
Because it was written without any disguise
I never saw the thorns on that beautiful flower 
Is a poem about love and it's heart binding power
love can be strong and sometimes it's blind
ceasing our hearts and controlling our minds
love is something you should never throw away 
but remember be careful it can easily astray
that flower i picked was just right for me
as i knelt back up from off my knees
if only i knew and if only i could see
the thorns on that flower were strong while i was weak
they sliced me open and cut my wounds so deep
now all i can do is sit back and weep
as i pick my heart from off your feet
Your rose has turned to black satin and died
And in another red velvet rose, i will confide. 


Details | Blank verse | |

Surreality

Flowers in a valley faraway,
Wind carries them as butterflies in the day.

Meteors through raindrops fall so slow,
Forming rainbow tails from the solar eclipse’s glow.

Beneath the cosmos and earthly sky.
Floral butterflies ascend towards the showers and fly.


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms

The silk like blossoms

That bloom in the night time air

It captures moonlight


Details | Rhyme | |

To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow


Details | Free verse | |

A SINGLE RED ROSE

A single red rose blossoms alone, 
Shedding it's petals one by one.
Springs winds softly blow, 
A teasing fragrance with,
 It's delicate bouquet.
Loves romantic essence floats,
 Amongst warmth’s embrace.
Lightly tripping, spirits dancing,
 Mingling uninhibited, freedoms 
Carefree beings shine.
Liberation’s grand celebration,
 Captures,
 Flights brilliance, as their wings,
 Spread wide.
Twilight's bells ring out, under 
Heavens glorious display.
Simplicities gentleness, sweeps across
My thoughts, allowing imagination,
To flow undisturbed.
The unconscious mind releases, 
Earth bound creatures.
Admiration dreamers lift,
 Towards heights grace,
Forever journeying. 
 Touching infinities universal
 Cosmos.
 Motions poetry written at splendors,
Tender mercy.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








Details | Rhyme | |

The peace within

The peace within

Such peace it lies within so deep
The beast within be fast asleep
The breath of love it just pours out
Oh my, what is this all about? 

The bird song chatter echo’s deeply
As heart takes over mind completely
And silver silence sings to me
As I be here, alone I be.

The finger’s pointing out the way
Behind the moon, the warm sun rays
Reflect through her the breath of love
As stars shine brightly high above!!!

The sun be hiding from the day
As stormy skies below, they lay
I see as flowers open wide
The space where pristine love abides.

I sit here in this garden chair
Senses sharp and so aware
As the day cries out “Wake up you fool
Eyes open wide, it’s beautiful!!!!!” 


Details | Free verse | |

Tears of a Flower

The raindrops on a flower are still for a moment,
But the dew that rolls off of its petals fall, as do tears.
Beautiful is the woman who chooses to bloom into perfection.
Even through the storms and strong winds,
She bows in worship and gives God praise.
Withstanding the pressures that may come,
She lets go, and let God!

Finally; no more hurt, no more pain.

The falling tears of a flower brings joy and strength after the rain.


Details | I do not know? | |

You and I



You and I.


You.

Your heart blazed,
with a warmth of spirit,

soothing,

alluring,

soaked in truth.



Your smile burned,
branding me permanently,

gentle,

tender,

enveloping my being.



Your love was complete,
from the depths of your soul,

unsaid,

yet fierce,

bathed in silent knowing.



Your dreams were poetic,
fluttering in the afternoon breeze,
infused with the distilled essence of rhyme.


I.

I squandered your generosity of spirit.

I vainly discarded your priceless poems.


Now I stand,

alone,

empty,

desolate,

wasting away,

rotting inside, day by day.




Details | Ballad | |

THE GARDEN

Sat in a friends garden surrounded by plants, birds and bees.

Sat admiring each leaf and petal, all delicately made by the creator.

Looking at each bumblebee with it,s colours and watching it work,

moving from flower to flower gathering pollen to be made into honey,

that tastes so yummy.



Clematis, lavender and fig, so many plants all around me in one place to see,

so many species to memorise not so easy. The garden a place of beauty, peace

and harmony, a place of relaxation, rest and inspiration. A place to be close to

nature and in the presence of my lord sat at his feet.



A sunny day a comfy chair and a cool drink to  hand. Just sat in the garden, 

talking, praying and singing, me and the lord undisturbed, unbroken, undiluted 

pure sweet fellowship. The way it should be.  thank you God for the garden

                                                               Amen 









Details | Bio | |

MY BOOK IS FINE

My book is fine
It’s okay to write one time
I am working on it every time
I have the happy working time 
Taking care the lines of mind
I give my ideas
I am making myself laugh
I know that is not good enough 
Yes, for the easy read to spot
An encouragement to part 
A poem that help inspire me to write
It’s a good poem I like
When I discover a new way to something 
To express myself of many thing
I become at peace with what I am writing
For I am doing less struggling
Indeed my book is fine! 



Saturday, 16 Mar 2013, 8:28PM
Sandakan Nature City, Sabah, Malaysia


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Padre Of Old St Anthony

There he stood in the 
garden,a gentle fellow 
with glowing gown; 
radiating glory.
  His countenance was 
that of an Angel,
The Padre of old St 
Anthony.
  As I approached him,he 
gave me a warm.
Then he told me why he 
came to the mission,the 
mission in old St Anthony.
  We knelt down to pray,I 
thanked the Lord for a 
man such as this.
   Then the chapel bells 
the rang,I heard a 
voice"child it is time."
   I looked,lo saw I a fiery 
figure beckoning him to 
heaven.
  He stood up and looked 
at me with tender love in 
his eyes.
   Then I knew this man 
was an Angel,the Padre 
of old St Anthony.
   With joyous heart,I left 
the vicinity of old St 
Anthony.


Details | Ballade | |

The beauty of the wetlands

 
Have you seen, lake Joondalup
In Yellagonga there?
Oh what a lovely place she be
There’s wild life everywhere
It be a precious wonderland
Of trees and birds and flowers
 It’s a place that be so beautiful
All filled with natures power

Frogs, they croak, and insects sing
And the birds in all their glory
They sing from trees all bent and gnarled
Such a blessed song it be
As breeze it plays it’s melody
And trees dance gracefully
To leave the mind without a doubt
That there be a deity

I walk these trails most every day
As I’m stunned by the sweet power
Of everything that’s beautiful
Every tree and every flower
And bird, and beast and tiny insect
Do tell a wondrous story
Of life among these wetland spaces
All filled with precious glory



Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Rhyme | |

-Human Spirited Soul-

Like the limpet clings
to the survival thing
then hear as the warbled Thrush sings
the new dawning's to bring

On fig appears
fruiting buds to bear
before the leaf's itself rears,
proves the fruit is the flower rare

Close to the ground
are strawberries found
it's seeds are to it's body bound
leaving the berry whole and sound

Or the banana's lofty fronds
with fruiting flower shimmering bronze
it's roots and stem a fibrous sponge
a massive giant herbal applause

 But where will you find in this wide world
or in the galaxy's perpetual swirl
anything so mighty and bold
as the glorious immortal spirited soul.


Details | Haiku | |

Flower-power triad

 
she bought her daughters forty flower to hand out to total strangers C Ellie Daphne


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

when earth cries
its tears fall upon us
not tears of sadness, really
tears to cleanse the horror
that it has seen that year
to wash away the pain 
and the blood that has stained its surface
a revival
so it can last one more year
the ugly must be swept away
so the beauty can be seen
or else we might not notice 
amazing
we might only notice
fear
so the bad must be swept away
so the good can return
so the showers must fall
so the flowers will bloom


spring showers contest
4/14/13


Details | Prose Poetry | |

A Beautiful Flower

A Beautiful Flower

If one could be a beautiful flower
How would they spend their day
Would they blossom in the adulation
That many others may send its way

Would its spirit nourish the hearts
Of those who are blessed to see
The color of it's very lovely soul
And its wonderful  endearing vibrancy

Or would it shun the light that comes
From the brilliance of a new Sun
Shying away from its special gift
To make a day better for someone

For though it may seem its true beauty
Quickly vanishes over a very short time
I find true value in its enchanting embrace
I'll forever admire in my heart and mind.


Details | I do not know? | |

She

She

She smiled, gently,
her warmth infusing me,
with a serene stillness of time.

She settled, slowly,
in my waking thoughts,
a soothing balm of simple joy.

She remains, scribbled,
on the walls of my fractured heart,
memories of happiness that once breathed...



Details | Carpe Diem | |

Fred's Garden

Fred is a mouse, inside a garden.
Where there stood one bush, inside Fred's garden.
"a-DEEN" flower bush, inside his garden.
You say "a-DEEN" for "one", when you're speaking it in Russian.
a-DEEN bush in the garden of Fred.

Fred brought a bush, inside the garden.
Now there are two bushes, inside Fred's garden.
"dvah" flower bushes, inside his garden.
You say "dvah" for "two", when you're speaking it in Russian.
dvah bushes in the garden of Fred.

One day there appeared, inside the garden.
A baby flower bush, inside Fred's garden.
So there are "tree" flower bushes, inside his garden.
You say "tree" for "three", when you're speaking it in Russian.
tree bushes in the garden of Fred.

1, 2, 3 bushes, inside the garden.
Let us count the bushes, inside Fred's garden.
a-DEEN, dvah, tree bushes, inside his garden.
Excellent! My friend, you can count to 3 in Russian!
Do-svidaniya! From the Garden of Fred!


Details | Ballad | |

THE HONEY BEE

There was once a honey bee............ 
A honey bee so sweet 
Sweeter than any honey 
This honey bee you want to meet 

Every day collecting 
Honey dew 
Carefully selecting............. 
The honey for you 

There was once a honey bee 
Who flew free 
Flower to flower 
Searching,you see.............. 

Searching for honey dew 
On a day so sunny, 
and a sky so blue 
Flower to flower 
Looking for you............. 
To make the honey 

There was once a honey bee 
Who flew free 
This honey bee 
That I know 
This honey bee that I love so 
This honey bee has a name 
This honey bee............. 
is Melissa 
It suits her perfectly 


Details | Free verse | |

A Bluish Violet Flower

A Bluish Violet Flower

A bluish violet flower watches from the shore of an ancient riverbed
A river born of fire when the Earth was new
Sulfuric air, ground ripped apart from Earth’s upheaval
Chemicals mixed with lightening to create life
Single celled animals and ancient reptiles
And a single plant on the burnt earth
A single plant with a single bluish violet flower
It lived its life with cooling water
Cattails lined the shore
A million flowers bloomed every spring
Fish and turtles swam in its currents
Children played on its shore
Laughing and jumping into the refreshing waters
The waters caressed the bluish violet flower
Giving it life saving moisture
Still the bluish violet flower watched the fish, the turtles and the children
The river long ago died
The riverbed that, from the beginning held life, is still now
Rocks of sandstones and granite create a natural blanket
The only fish are fossils of life millions of years old
That bluish violet flower
The one whose life began when time was young
The one who watched when life began and thrived in a lonely riverbed
It remembers the fish, the turtles, the children and the flowers
That bluish violet flower still watches
It watches the stillness and the silence
And all alone it mourns


Details | Free verse | |

the new me

The New Me. 

From today I shall only write fine poems
go to the local poetry reading club and
be adored by female fans.

Honey will drip from my lips and I will 
wear flowers in my hair and there will
be a flood of happy tears. 

In Paris I read poetry about the Roma 
people and the plight of the Palestinians, 
the silence still rings in my ears.


Details | Bio | |

Roots

                                                            Roots

                                                  A beautiful rare flower 
                                              sprung up out of the center
                                           of the desert only to be greeted 
                                  by the hostel environment of the scorching sun. 
                                            After days and weeks had past!
                              the brutality of the mighty desert had almost claimed
                                the very part of the flower that had brought it life.
                                                   Frail and dehydrated
                                    the flower found what little strength it could
                                                   to call upon its roots.
                                           Give me the strength to push on! 
                           help me to defeat the inner blackness that surrounds me! 
                                           and give life to my soul once again. 
                                           Help me to breath beauty into my 
                                                         surroundings
                                        and may the light of the scorching sun 
                                                bring purity and protection.
                                                       Against all odds!
                                        the flower survived the inner darkness 
                                                    of the mighty desert.
                                                      Through the faith 
                                               of its roots and the light that 
                                                         surrounds it.
                                              The flower is forever Radiant!


Details | Haiku | |

Lily of the valley

Appears in snow white,
Immaculate purity:
Free of illusion.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Notion Of A Whisper

A flower will start off as a simple bud/
It then will grow forth !
As when birds in Summer tend to move North/
Yet as the flower may bloom/
There is often found room in which to grow,

Have a positive mindset in life,

Longevity !
There will be many storms !
Yet we all must not allow them,
To dictate what may happen in the future/
Today be a positive light to a darkened place/

Live by example !

Cause many people are watching !
They will be looking for some hidden quality,
Hence, a bit of understanding/
Perhaps it's determination or a great sense of integrity !
Yet without cement to hold a brick it will eventually fall/

This isn't some store bought item that one gets at their nearby mall,

Let all your words be few yet sweet and sincere/
For far too many people in life,
That don't even bother to care/
Just then a little bird had whispered in my ear/

Yet none the worse for wear,

The heart is deceitful above all things !

Still who can know it ?
A true friend is rather polite and sincere/
To the one who will often show it,
Set the standard high for yourself !

For whether you fall,

You will know in your heart/
That you gave it better then some college Joe try,
Try to keep your mind on just one thing/
For this is the essential key to your success !


Details | Free verse | |

Colors Hold The Flowers Tight

      Colors Hold The Flowers Tight

Here we are again once again
Before the same actions as before
Fragrances of the myriad of flowers
That come and go before us, yet never change
In the fading scent and sense we make of time
In that vault we cannot open on nature’s game
Our garden grows again once again like us
Cultivating and up-earthling old ways
Not always going on in the same direction
But always towards the sun
Being in accord with one another
Never made us the same one 
The myriad of colors hold the flowers tight
They take on the same brevity of purpose
Stopped again once again after season falls
Wanting no more
And wanting to do just that


Details | Acrostic | |

A Rose is a rose by any name

Another day arrives so I embrace all I see
Rose becomes a constant inspiration to me
On any given day she opens my eyes
She becomes empowerment that is larger than I.

Every moment feels like it could be the chance
Inside the words lives the opportunity to advance
So sweet are the words that they alter my soul
Arms appear for me to climb from this hole.

Realizing the beauty of the flower that bears this name
Opening my mind in turn changing the game
Something calls to me telling me it shall be okay
Everything I lost becomes lost in yesterday.

By any other name it’s still a beautiful flower
Yearning to grow yet requiring a shower
Anything can happen when a flower grows
Yesterday disappears as my purpose starts to show.

No one can take this away no matter what they try
Angels from heaven let loose a heavenly sigh
My love becomes the focus and nothing is the same
 Every Rose is a rose by any name……


Details | I do not know? | |

Pretty Flower on a Lonesome Walk

In the twilight of a Summer day
In a barren place far, far away
I came upon a yellow flower among the rocks and scree

Through great strain she pushed through the stones
..and in this blight she made a home
She made me smile as I looked down and she looked up at me

A thing of beauty so misplaced
No palace garden or jeweled case
Just me and her out in the wastes, what is, but shouldn’t be


Details | Free verse | |

when a flower blooms again

weak nor strong
the days go long ,nights get colder
it seems that it has no hope to survive.
have hope, keep your faith in focus
a flower has no fears of dying
nor the dept of crying
shinning down the sky, a light begins
to look so bright
get ready because spring will come
and the flower will show its true
color
and when the flower blooms, it
becomes a beautiful flower again.


Details | Free verse | |

The Boot

The Boot

The boot careless
Tramples the rose  
Tearing petals muddied

No longer beautiful
Not to be chosen 
Waiting gardener sheers - trash

The ground below
A hint of blush
A scent of sweet
Delighted in the boot’s thoughtfulness

Published: Poppy Road


Details | Free verse | |

Roses, Roses and Roses

The rose knows not which way to go What to see, where to see and how. It knows not who to love, so loves all. Scared of change, so changes soon. To appreciate someone’s gratitude, Dark Pink roses will go a long way. To show admiration and sympathy, Light Pink roses, the best to convey. To promote the new relationship, Orange roses will serve to captivate If you succeed to attract that person, Offer one red rose for love at first sight. And if you think you have met the right one, Offer two red roses to strengthen it. Hey, Hey, go for the three red roses, To cement for the everlasting love. But remember lovely is the flower rose Despite the thorns that prick just as life That too have thorns that stick But pick it up, get hurt but also gain.
+++ December 18, 2014 Form: Free Verse Second Place win Contest by Mystic Rose


Details | Free verse | |

Heartbeats of singing wings

as the circles of wind                                                                                                   hold the delicate in the air                                                                                      waves of music fill as I stare hovering                                                                          flying backward away from the flower                                                                               like a pause before a kiss then closing in                                                                           with wings a blurr tastes the nectar                                                                          struck by colors unseen while dividing the light                                                               rightly into rainbows for all to admire                                                                               heart racing a thousand times a minute                                                                         all this from one little heart


Details | I do not know? | |

One Day

A bright, hot, sunny day.
Under the sun a bee flies.
It buzzes from picnic to flower.
The flower it lands on is picked.
Picked by a charming, sweet lad.
This young gentleman gives the flower,
to a pretty, young lady, who smiles.
The young lady places it in a vase.
She puts the vase on a shelf.
A shelf out the way of a child.
A curious child, who stares at the vase,
before going out with friends to play.
They all go out to play football.
The football lands in patch of flowers.
One flower is trodden into the ground.
A flower that was visited earlier on,
by a different busy, buzzing bee.
A buzzing bee that once flew,
under the bright, hot, sun.


Details | Ballad | |

A WEDDING AT CASTLE HEARTSTONE

The day drew near.......... 
Upon the wind, 
so light and fair 
Flowers falling through the air 

The South Wind Prince, 
came to Castle Heartstone 
Wearing a crown.......... 
Shining like the sun 
Gold and bright 
The Prince, spreading the wind 
Warm and light 

The petals began to fall............ 
The measured walk to the Great Hall 
The Crown, shining bright 
The Summer Queen ensuring this day........ 
Warm and light 
The petals play 

The pennants flew, 
a blaze of colour too 
Such joy to behold, 
in Castle Heartstone....... 
The shining gold 

For, The Kings were there....... 
Queens too........ 
Upon the Royal Thrones 
The Crowns, shone bright 
The cloaks glittered.......... 
On this day of wedding light 

The Prince entered the Great Hall.......... 
His hair, so fair 
It glowed in the light......... 
His Crown, bright........ 
To see the Princess.......... 
His heart did fall 

For, the Princess was waiting serenely..... 
At the end of the Great Hall 
Her dress, shimmering , 
with flowers of every colour.......... 
Every hue 
Her hair, plaited around a crown of gold........ 
She was beautiful too 
The Prince joined her, 
proud and tall 

The Great Hall was filled with flower scent 
Blew with a warm wind airy and light 
The Heartstone on the North Wall 
Shone bright.......... 
The Tapestries glowed........ 
For this was right......... 

A union of wind light and flower bright 
The Spring Queen and the Princess of Magic........ 
Created a new orchid........... 
The Wind Flower........ 
This was brought to them in the hall, 
for this was the hour.......... 
The orchids beauty could be seen by all 

They were blessed by all, 
who were in the Great Hall 
The love, showed 
The Heartstone glowed........... 
The stained glass West Wall, 
shone with all its might 
The Tapestries illuminated the night 
Starlight, 
Flower bright, 
Faerie glow, 
Magic to show 

The South Wind Prince, 
carried the Flower Princess out of the Hall....... 
On a wind so airy and a wind so light....... 
The petals fall...... 
The Heartstone,  bright 
Off they went, 
deep into the night 

Castle Heartstone........... 
Filled with joy and love 
The Heartstone,shining above....... 
You are never alone........ 
In the Great Hall........... 
For the power is within us all 


Details | Ballad | |

Life Of A Flower

A flower needs sunlight
and water to grow
How much of each is
your job to know

If you drown it with water
or burn in with sunlight
Your flower will never
reach its full height

If you choose to ignore it
it'll wilt before your eyes
If you leave it alone too long
silently your flower dies


Details | I do not know? | |

A WEDDING AT CASTLE HEARTSTONE

The day drew near.......... 
Upon the wind, 
so light and fair 
Flowers falling through the air 

The South Wind Prince, 
came to Castle Heartstone 
Wearing a crown.......... 
Shining like the sun 
Gold and bright 
The Prince, spreading the wind 
Warm and light 

The petals began to fall............ 
The measured walk to the Great Hall 
The Crown, shining bright 
The Summer Queen ensuring this day........ 
Warm and light 
The petals play 

The pennants flew, 
a blaze of colour too 
Such joy to behold, 
in Castle Heartstone....... 
The shining gold 

For, The Kings were there....... 
Queens too........ 
Upon the Royal Thrones 
The Crowns, shone bright 
The cloaks glittered.......... 
On this day of wedding light 

The Prince entered the Great Hall.......... 
His hair, so fair 
It glowed in the light......... 
His Crown, bright........ 
To see the Princess.......... 
His heart did fall 

For, the Princess was waiting serenely..... 
At the end of the Great Hall 
Her dress, shimmering , 
with flowers of every colour.......... 
Every hue 
Her hair, plaited around a crown of gold........ 
She was beautiful too 
The Prince joined her, 
proud and tall 

The Great Hall was filled with flower scent 
Blew with a warm wind airy and light 
The Heartstone on the North Wall 
Shone bright.......... 
The Tapestries glowed........ 
For this was right......... 

A union of wind light and flower bright 
The Spring Queen and the Princess of Magic........ 
Created a new orchid........... 
The Wind Flower........ 
This was brought to them in the hall, 
for this was the hour.......... 
The orchids beauty could be seen by all 

They were blessed by all, 
who were in the Great Hall 
The love, showed 
The Heartstone glowed........... 
The stained glass West Wall, 
shone with all its might 
The Tapestries illuminated the night 
Starlight, 
Flower bright, 
Faerie glow, 
Magic to show 

The South Wind Prince, 
carried the Flower Princess out of the Hall....... 
On a wind so airy and a wind so light....... 
The petals fall...... 
The Heartstone,  bright 
Off they went, 
deep into the night 

Castle Heartstone........... 
Filled with joy and love 
The Heartstone,shining above....... 
You are never alone........ 
In the Great Hall........... 
For the power is within us all 


Details | I do not know? | |

Not here.

When you're not here
my own life doesn't welcome me
If My heart tells me I'm ok,
It's just a lie.
The stars seem a little less bright, the sky is dull and full of sorrow.
Whatever there was for me, suddenly isn't there.
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
when you're not here
people seem to stare,
and in a language of silence, condemn me.
"with a world of memories
how could you go crazy and let him go?"
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
when you're not here all my doors seem to close
The silence in the house is unbearable,
days are weeks for me, weeks are months for me,
my breaths turn to sighs one by one.
When you're not here
my life dries out and fades like a flower in fall.
you don't know how much I miss you.
"with a world of memories...


Details | Free verse | |

May Flower of Dreams

Twilight sparkled defying its usual gravity,
Sun followed in full riot,
Blue yonder oozed ozone,
making for full soulful breaths,
The slumbering baby in cradle,
forgot about the feed,
as he enjoyed the cool breeze,
flowing everywhere and all along,
it was so good that he wanted to sleep on,
all those walking were on trot,
energy flowed and gushed,
spreading like an infectious dream,
the green and lush carpet,
and verdant forest  were turing greener,
with every passing moment,
the flowers were in more than bloom,
not just smiling but laughing all along,
a riot of colors specked the green,
it looked as if all was silk and stin,
starred like those that hung above far beyond,
the sleeping baby was in deep dreams,
incomprehensible and distorted dreams,
which had no meaning that could be understood at all,
somewhere some how a may flower branch,
swayed in spring ego and ,
casted an unwanted shadow on cradle,
branch was not meaning bad,
it had the baby in sight,
and to render its fragrance it was fighting bad,
it was doing its job quite allright,
suddenly a wind shower turned tight,
and shook may flower branch to bitter plight,
branch lost its flowering to ground,
baby was covered in a flower shower abound,
it was then it woke up and cried,
looked around and saw spring,
afterall mayflower had been baby's flower for may,
it had brought the baby the spring,
who enjoying it stopped crying,
and began to sing.


Details | Ballad | |

NAMAQUA DAISY

Shadows lengthen, 
rust red deepens 
This dune, 
hidden soon 

Night to take 
This flower lake 

Namaqua sand 
Namaqua land 

Daisy yellow 
Namaqua mellow 

Dawn sky brightens 
Daisy colour lightens 
Flowers awake, 
on this vast flower lake 

Dusty land 
Daisy land 

Daisy yellow 
Namaqua mellow 
Flowers showing 
Daisy yellow flowing 

Vast blue african sky 
Namaqua daisy flourishes 
Rich red earth 
African rain nourishes 

Namaqua blue skies 
The yellow daisy lies 
This vast flower lake 
To make your heart ache 


Details | I do not know? | |

Reflections


I awoke this morning and was granted the glorious 
opportunity to watch a flower come into bloom.
I witnessed nature in all it's glory
every morning that that flower bloomed 
I was seeing Mother Nature at her best.
As I watched this miricale of life take place
I wondered how many other people had 
enjoyed this unique and empowering embrace.
As time went on, day after day watching and admiring 
I came to realize that the flower I had been watching
and admiring was truly a reflection on myself.
Just as the flower had bloomed every morning 
I too was blossoming and coming to life 
Each day a reflection on the next.


Details | I do not know? | |

SWEET FLOWERS

The flowers you hold for me 
Precious scent 
Filling me through 
My thoughts, of you 
What you meant 
What you meant to do 

Sweet flowers 
Following you 
What you do 
What you meant 
Your precious scent 

This sweet flower scent........ 
Following......... 
Following you 
This is what you meant 

Sweet sensual flower 
I breathe your sexual power 
Sweet flowers in my dream 
Precious scent drifting downstream 

Sweet flowers drifting downstream 
You and I................... 
This is our dream 

The flowers I hold for you, 
the love too 
Our dream 
Sweet flowers drifting downstream 


Details | Free verse | |

Sitting In the Darkness

I sit in the darkness, Alone and Afraid,
Waiting for my Lord.
All around me fires rage,
The earth shakes at it’s core,
Brother fighting brother...
Are these the signs spoken of so long ago?
Is this the end of hope?  Or the beginning!

I sit in the darkness, but see one lonely flower.
Dew dropping from its petal,
As if a tear is shed for what man is doing.
One lonely flower shining in the starlight,
Just before the dawn of a new day.
In that small flower I see hope.
The Lord weeps, but I am not alone.


Details | I do not know? | |

Flowers of Life

As we are born into this life,
whether rich or poor, we have a smile
to bloom for our parents in their daily strife.

The love of  a child is pure and clean,
and like a flower, a joy to be seen.

We bloom throughout  childhood, it seems like a dream,
but as you continue, you soon will bloom as a teen.
Don't bloom for  immorality and drugs,
and bad deeds unseen.
Smile and flower for good, not evil,
as you flower into adulthood.

Be honest, pure and loving in your life,
give GOD your best and you will always be,
a beautiful flower until you end this life,
to bloom and flower in Heaven for your eternal life.