The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told,
When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold,
When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing;
For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king.
I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago,
When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow.
The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real;
And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel.
It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find
Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind.
They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer,
And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear.
Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write
In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right,
Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see
What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree.
The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights,
With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights,
At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced;
To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.
Ocean waves cry out,
From the center of the sea:
With faith to reach land.
As the never world awaits me,
The lord darkness, his cloak now draped.
Haunting images that appear in dreams,
Invade the subconscious, till again I wake
Complative thoughts well before the dawn,
I walk the morning shore,
How many have stood on these same sands,
Reflecting the echoes of those no more.
And still the waves they pound the shore,
Relentless in their quest,
As they crash on the rocks with deafly roar,
White tipped and foaming zest.
Dawn breaks with gilded cotton clouds,
Waiting like courtiers to their king.
Gathering round the sovereign sun,
Bestowing his warmth on everything.
Would that life compare to the shore,
All worries get washed away.
Cares thrown to the four winds,
As on my knees I pray
© N A Windle 2009
NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on
[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]
Take me away but I promise to sing a Song
Take me away from such a place,
Where feelings and emotions,
cannot be freely expressed.
Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.
Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.
Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds,
before they bloom and spread their smiles.
Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.
Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart,
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.
Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.
I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,
When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back, to such a place one day,
When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.
When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread,
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.
When the human mind would be free to explore and express,
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.
I promise I will come to such a land one day,
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.
Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011
In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.
For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.
At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.
Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.
When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.
A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.
So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.
The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.
In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.
A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.
Gazing at the stars
in a beautiful night sky,
she feels the silent wind
slowly passing by.
As the cool gentle breeze
caresses her skin,
it ruffles her dress
again and again.
As the waves from the ocean
cover the sand,
the wind sways her hair
as she brushes it with her hand.
She stands with a smile
in the light of the moon,
hoping the breeze
will come back soon.
Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America
The greatest holiday gift I ever received
Goes back so many, many years
Before my life became turmoiled
And before my tears for fears
I was a child like many out there
Torn, strewn and split of kin
Mother and father in differences
Confused at seven, wearing their same skin
For I was one of the lucky ones
To a Highland Estate I would go
It's on the west coast of Scotland
Where my holidays desired me so
Secretly I internally smiled
For a whisper of where I was heading
To live with a movie star hero
No longer my life was in dreading
We were picked up by a man so fine
His manners were an absolute joy
Regimental he was in his approach
To me, just a seven year old boy
We travelled through the village of Plockton
Crystal clear waters edged to it's shore
I knew from this very moment
Being here ebbed previous family sores
On entering his house I was in awe
Movie pictures came to my view
They were images of James Bond
At seven I was totally through
A voice called to me
Hey James! sit down and I'll tell you me
Still in circles in walking awe
This is what he told thee
My name is Patrick Dalzel Job
In the Second World War I served
But this recognition I bestow
Humbles me to it's deserve
This honour that's been given
Was blessed by a colleague in war
What desired Ian Fleming to be so striven
Possibly, what we were fighting for
We served on the same destroyer
Fighting to make the future free
His tribute, in his novels I became
James Bond, it's incredibly me
Not many seven year olds have stayed with James Bond.
This seven year old Scot's boy has, maybe I learnt?
Together the Owl and the PusyCat were married
Then again sailed out over the deep blue seas
Searching forever for the great Land of Nod,
To the place where they could find true peace.
True peace, true peace… Where they could find true peace.
The love that twined forever within their hearts
They sought throughout all the wonderous lands
Going to the place where they would live in peace,
A place where true peace, rules and lives in the hearts of the land.
The land, the land… Where true peace lives in the heart of the land.
Alas, the love of the heart, though truly not easy to find…
Is easier to find than the love of peace, found throughout the land.
So it’s said they will continue to sail, until that day comes true,
And when they land for the final time, will be up to me and you.
Me and you, me and you… That day will be up to me and you.
Mary Rose, the mighty sailing sea vessel glided majestically across the waves
She had robustly and bravely sailed the briny waves for many a night and day
With the ocean's heaving gusting squalls blowing off proud stern and mast
Sailing victorious and proud - her billowing white sails were cast
The calm, liquid waters of the sea flowed quietly purple for now-
Unaware of the coming storm that would beat furious against her bow
Her alabaster sails whipped violent and furious in the oncoming storm
Impending doom was yelling its cries while the seamen went unwarned
Down below, inside their cabins the seamen peacefully slept
Wrapped in the secure watch that their gallant captain kept
The oceans black, boiling waves beat savage against starboard and port
As Captain Noe standing fearless - at first quake, did not the storm report
The old wooden beams of the Mary Rose began to restlessly moan and creak
While the blackened roaring, rolling waves beat furious against her feet
Her alabaster sails rose proud- beating mighty against wailing squalls and gusts
While deep inside the bow in bunks, the sleeping seamen thrust
Suddenly...they heard the captain's distraught voice cry out
When the seamen heard his voice -they heard fear without doubt
“Awake, all of ye’ ”, Captain Noe forcefully roared
“Alive! Awake… all ye’ seaman come quickly up on board”!
The savage spirit of the sea reigned fierce with rage and fear
While the brave captain fought - loyal seaman brought up the rear
They courageously fought together - not silenced by the eye of death
As the sea raged violently against them with its brutal, menacing breath
To save their mighty Mary Rose, they’d dip their very souls in blood
Leaving themselves merciless against this drunken, mighty flood
With plank and bow standing fierce between them and their fate
The raging ocean’s fierce, blackened waves - the sea they could not hate
The morning brought the warming sun which rose broad above the waves
The winds had tamed their violent voice against captain and seaman brave
With unshakable courage and seaman’s wit not once were spirits broke
Each cheered his mate and captain strong as they fought with steady stroke
Their peril fought in days of danger and night filled with pain
Their manly courage did not wane - their fight was not in vain
For all the courageous seamen and their brave Captain Noe
Joined together in hand and spirit to save...their proud Mary Rose
Untie the knot this Christmas,
Have a look inside
At the gift you have been given,
It may be to 'cool' to hide!
Undo the layers of wrapping,
Find out what's hidden there.
Be careful how you open it;
It says, "Handle with care."
Unto you this gift is given,
It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'.
He sends this blessed present,
With unrequisite love.
Understand there is no motive.
This gift is free indeed.
It's given to each person,
Who truly has a need.
Unlock your heart this Christmas,
Let peace and joy flow through.
Then Christmas will be special;
Especially for you!!
Cloudy cobalt sky
Orangy horizon glows
The sea mirroring
Cruising the Mediterranean
I don't wish to fight any more
I want to enjoy the sunset
On the sea I so adore
Please hold your tongue
View the beauty all around,
Tend the sails with care
So we don't run aground
I'll make us Margaritas,
We'll dine in finest style
As our sloop carries us
Through many a sea mile
No fighting, please,
I beg you,
Let this be a sailing
in but total peace,
And anger and misunderstanding,
I pray that they do cease
So hold me as you did once,
No question of our love,
And watch the Albatross
As he flies off with the dove
The soothing sea to rock us,
As if babies in need of sleep
And the new memories we create
Forever shall we keep.
Meandering rivers, streams and burns
Zig zagging, flowing in contour turns
Sparkling waters as pure as can be
Flow through the glens and down to the seas
Much life is found in these translucent waters
Species of fish, and delightful otters
Along these rivers, streams and burns
Grow many grasses, trees and ferns
Varieties of greens in wonderment bloom
A most beautiful sight is natures front room
Her seasons dictate, the rise and the fall
The pictures she paints, delightfully enthrals
These graceful rivers, streams and burns
Lured us to settle, for beside the seas we yearned
Villages turned into towns, and towns into cities
For the lure of these waters, some murky some pretty
For all around the world, the patterns the same
These are just a few, the Thames, Ness and the Seine
Look after all waters as they are all our concern
Our meandering rivers, streams and burns
" My entry into Brian's contest Flow, River, Flow "
When you look into my eyes, you would probably
see another soul wandering aimlessly.
to a sea of nothingness, but I am with you,
I feel like my soul is clinging to your love,
and heart warming embrace.
When I look into your eyes, I see a free spirit,
looking for a companion. And you have one,
though I am not the most embracing soul,
but I guess you don't care.
My heart beats for you, my arms embrace you,
my eyes yearn to see your beautiful face.
If you were gone my soul would abandon me,
and plunge into the sea of depression,and
sadness, so I need your embrace.
So here we are, two souls clinging, to each other,
and not letting go. Because I need you, and you
need me. There will be challenges ahead, but
we are ready for them, for we cling to that
By Joshua Pickett @ 2010
The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!
Within the quantums of refined grace lies the Blue Boy,
Holding his colour against an armoured sea of Green.
Nomadic and erratic he feels the walls for a hint of the familiar.
-His solace is withheld-
Textures of Gold and Platinum surround his senses
But with deep aquatic the boy would stay. Promises us
He'll never fade, not at the beginning, not in the end.
- Compromising prospects-
Preventing his sanity from slipping in a sea of difference,
This Boy of Blue signs a contract with his soul intricately
And delicately planning the passive usurping of the Green
- Optimistic Intentions-
Rich in talent and perpetuated by a secret desire for
Anarchy, the Blue Boy dug his skin into string,
Ever watchful of the endless sea of green, that had
Consumed him for so long.
- Setentia Exuro-
The skin grew hard, his Colour hinted a Deeper Blue.
Those sinners to his cause, hung above him in a cloud
Of Red Malevolence. Never faltering, Never wincing,
His blood trickled into the Green mist.
- Sparks of Blue-
My mind still hoping,
Day by day,
I rest on the hill sloping.
Looking at the sun,
Mesmerized by the beauty,
Rays blinding the scene I look on.
The sun is setting,
My mind is wondering;
Although sometimes forgetting,
Though life seems like its plundering.
Birds wisp by,
Flying across the purple-pink sky.
Oceans in the distance,
Beauty beyond existence.
It’s a sunset wonder,
A masterpiece of splendor.
The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.
Who would have thought
That a few days before
As we clung for our lives
Cast on yon sandy shore
To see Carolyn there
Against the tree
Not a care in the world
Her mind roaming free
Long blond hair
Captured by the sun
Her long white dress
Frayed and torn
From our previous storm
Back home would be frowned
You should see her now
Like a sexy gown
In her hands she clasps
A flower unknown
Something we learnt
To take back as her own
It's reddish pink colour
Matches her lips
To be so close
Makes my heart skip
The breaking waves
To her beauty they applaud
Seabirds in flight
In fly by, awed
A lapse of time
She raises her head
Eye to eye
The evenings read
The waves slide over the shore
Leaving tiny, squiggly trails
The moon and sun battle for the sky
And the big, bright moon prevails.
The beach is shrouded in darkness
Dimmly lit by only one light
That dances through the undertow
Marching its way through the plight.
A stencil of gray laces the sky
Creating a vision of death
Slowly overcoming the shore
'Til it takes its last breath.
The ocean itself which had once held
So much life in its depths
Has become drowned in its own contents
It is meeting its own death.
A storm lashes its way
Solmnly across the sky
To make room for what will unleash
That will cause the very moon to cry.
Dancing and waltzing across the shore,
The moon sadly turns away
She can't bear to see her ocean like this
And witness it going astray.
With one, final, swift motion,
She casts her love out to sea
The love she held deeply for her ocean
The world, and all her countries.
She makes her way back to where she belongs
And lets the sun take over the sky
I didn't, in all my years,
Think I would ever see the moon cry.
But she shed those tears so bravely
And dried them so nonchalant
She turned and made her way back to the sky
Like it was something she could never want.
The moon had lost the battle
And, defeated, began to fade away
Then the sun began to dance, too
To celebrate a brand-new day.
I do not know?
Close your eyes, and start to hear
Upon a moon-lit night
My words of love, whispered near
Through darkness to first light
Feel my arms surround you there
My breath upon your skin
To fill you full of loving care
And take you once again
Walk the dreams that we both share
Embraced by perfect love
Let's leave the world and walk on air
To a paradise undreamed of
I am always with you everywhere
My soul is part of your own
This love we know so very rare
The knower and the known
White crowned waves wash upon the wet seashore
The Palm fronds shiver in the stiff sea breeze
Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas
Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore
Sensuous delights love does hold in store
Come my love, on white sand lie with me please
On this sand mound beneath these tall Palm trees
And let us share the love we have pledged this day
This love we do share is not commonplace
White crowned waves wash upon the sea shore
Moonlight shimmers across midnight blue seas
Black sky twinkles with diamonds galore
Come my love, on white sand lie with me please
between the grains of sand
all my dreams shattered apart
a cup of my coffee spilled in between
dissolved between the salty waves
just like a lost dream
between the grains of sand a lost life
so things seem
no matter how hard I hold on
everything from between my fingers slip
just like sand grains
lost between life's sea waves in endless vain
one thing that would remain
that would be pain
E aster! Born of ultimate love!
A Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died
S ins, each one, was paid in full
T ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed
E entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to
R ose victorious, conquered death
J esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb
O ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive!
Y our hopes and mine, all rest in Him
I see outer space
As the place
To retrace the roots
Of the human race.
I see under the sea
Is where our bodily
Cells first came to be.
Man's heart is in the stars,
Holding onto the dream to reach Mars.
Written in the stars as destiny.
I am but a child,
Born onto this planet turned wild.
I am but a soul
Sent here to alleviate the toll.
I see a sea of stars,
A healing ocean for our scars.
I see an empty crater
As void as our love for our Creator.
Man's fate has
Always been to create.
Man's destiny is to face
The sailing of the vastness of sea and space.
Waves of Change
Changes in life descriptionalized
In comparison to waves of the ocean
Our bodies are made mostly of water
A body of water with flowing emotions
Now an ocean will flow peacefully
Until there is a bit of turbulence
Disrupting from a smooth flow
With the up and down currents
As we walk onto a new path
A different kind of feeling steps in
New ventures can be scary in thought
Of what is left behind when we begin
An air of difference can bring on a spin
To a funnel effect as does a water spout
Sometimes when in the spin motion cycle
We are shaded by clouds and cannot see out
When actually caught within the spin
We do not see the change is there
Our sense of direction is lost
We become totally unaware
If you are the one caught
Within that fast paced spin
You will not be able to see
The shape you are really in
That’s the time we need someone
To give us a tap on the shoulder
It’s not a matter of who knows more
Or which one of the other is older
You’ll need a friend like Dory was
Saying to just keep swimming the sea
To never give up your hopes and dreams
As changes in life really just happen to be
Florence McMillian (Flo)
The ship arrived surrounded by fog's dew,
his years she carried on her seaward tracks,
the wide upfront, horizon's line was dark,
- a stork he was, comradely to her crew.
(Thus, curious, he stood upon the moors,
projecting epitome of their rejoice,
and stern, the sea-waves' hum, repressed their voice,
enduring memory the dusk allures.)
A trenchant stork, with harbors in cahoot,
side-gazing for the sunken to discern,
Perceived the sea-men deftness and concern,
applied the color of night's darkened soot.
The dusk abraded then, the ship's details,
still numbness; maybe was the ship that stared,
as his persistent - curious eyes paired
with mind's perseverance, head-rope and brails.
Around the ship quizzical boats tripped,
like wooden cradles-coffins, they were stray,
companions lost beyond skylines' array,
sea's signalizing roar, on moorings whipped.
( Their sacrosanct ascent designed the stairs,
for spotless angels to walk amidst light blue,
like then the stork recited what was true,
- a dark night ship, for his bird's story cares.
And then they fled to skies - two comets' glows
that cut through distances, in ardent Spring
a song for wanderers, harmonic link,
- the emerald of Aegean shallows. )
What foolishness of storks, invites the ship,
stray souls to marry in night's ebon phase,
two finger-funnels tall, on skies to praise,
wraiths' upstage flight, on everlasting trip?
© G.V. 09/25/2012 All Rights Reserved
Blue hues crest to white waves on the water
Frail sailor seeks out a lighthouse beacon
No nightlight to guide her through the storm now
Shares prayers for God’s guidance through the darkness
Life’s strife is replaced by wisdom within
*Written in honor of John Freeman for his “Alliteration Poems Please” contest
Crossing of the Red Sea
Moses raised his rod,
As God told Him to do.
The Red Sea suddenly parted
For the children of Israel to walk through.
The great walls of water
Stayed on either side by God’s power,
Until all His people crossed
Then the waters began to lower.
Pharaoh’s army followed them
Into the sea so deep.
So when the waters lowered
Many a widow did weep.
All drowned by God’s power
Not a trace to be found.
The Israelites praised God;
The desert echoed the sound.
The crossing of the Red Sea—
A type of water baptism.
For the chosen of God
Were shown great favoritism.
Saved from the Passover
And then the Red Sea depths,
How could they turn to idols—
God loved them at such lengths?
Maybe we’re no different,
Often take God for granted
Accept His daily miracles
No eternal life coveted.
Remember the Red Sea crossing—
God’s care for His wayward children.
Ask for His forgiveness
Graciously accept His loving pardon.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2011
So much of life
Is like walking a beach all alone;
Where you began is lost in the white distance behind
Where you are headed a mystery as well.
We carry along two small bags of pretty pebbles
We gather along the way,
One for the joys
One for the troubles.
Both bags get a little heavier
The further we go.
Mostly it's a long silent walk
With a boundless sea whispering by our side
In a tongue too ancient for the rational mind.
But here and there we stop
And turn to gaze out over that sea,
Fingering pebbles as we do.
And sometimes, if we're very lucky,
And we wait and listen long enough,
The whisperings begin to make sense
And we become aware that
An unseen Someone,
A special Beloved,
Has been pacing us all along;
That we have never been truly alone.
One must be careful not to turn too fast,
To try to see this Beloved,
Or they will vanish like a snowflake on the tongue.
The trick is to cast one's gaze deep into oneself;
Then the Beloved will appear, laughing at our cleverness,
And we shall see that our silent companion
Looks exactly like ourselves
As we appear in others' eyes.
And if we can bear to match the Beloved's gaze long enough,
They will vanish before us
And we will find ourselves gazing out over that sea with their eyes,
And see it as it truly is: dancing, infinite,eternal, perfect.
If we can do this but once,
We can open our bags and toss the pebbles into the sea,
Even as we realize that sea as well is but a part of us;
We will understand its language of song and laughter,
And disappear into everything joyfully
To the sound of our own
Perfect and infinite
As the great whirling dance