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The Glow of Angels

To think each star we see
was there but might not be.
A star when we were born
could now be dead and gone,
but even stars that die
will light eternity.

A wave forever
lights tomorrow's past,
then here and beyond,
washes in a flash
to infinity.

It touches all
but none can feel
the hint of warm
reality.

Yesterday
shines today
with angels

ever
lovely

GLOW...



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THE REBEL

The Hollywood hills still echoes with his 
Rebellious yell, we are the forever young
Generation.
An iconic American symbol, to this the lost
Age of innocence.
Nay did this rebel die without a cause,
I think not, in my humble opinion, he
Died for his desire for speeds acceleration,
In death's ironic twist of fate, James Dean's
Name became immortalized as an epic tragedy,
Of youthful hearts seeking to be wild and free,
Without any consequences.
A teen idol who went out in a blaze of glory, 
Revving His engine hell bound for destiny's,
Rock-n-roll Hall of Fame.
A nation wept in despair mourning for the
Loss of one so young and full of life.
Sorrows children cried in disbelief laying roses,
At his final resting place.
The jukeboxes remained silent with respects,
Reverence, and bikers gave him a rebel send off.
A generation whom believed they were bullet proof,
Realized how human life could be extinguished, 
Within the flash point of on coming head lights.
James Dean's ashes were swept away swallowed,
Whole by time itself.
Now he's nothing but a tarnished star in histories,
Memorabilia case on display for all to see,
And remember, this the first easy rider. 
JFK dream vision illusion of Camelot has faded to gray,
And Elvis now sings in a more heavenly chorus,
In the great beyond.
But before these man took the center stage, another
Walked the thin line of immortality's rebel fighting,
For a cause.
One lone figure rides into the night across freedoms,
Highway, and his name was James Dean.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN







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Star

The star sharpened, quietly bright,
as shadows darkened into night,
a point of shining light that guides
three kings to where the child abides.

They visited, arrayed with treasure,
gold and incense for his pleasure;
poor tokens for a life of trial 
exemplifying self-denial.

A man above, a man apart, beloved of
God with hardly time to steel his heart;
a man who sacrificed his soul
to make the unrepentant whole.

He took Mary for his lover, 
she was caring, and sought cover 
to conceal his dissolution,
(a passion pure, no need of absolution.)

The star that consecrated birth
no longer smiles upon the earth;
he wept for us upon the cross
and every day we mourn his loss.


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The King Of Pop

from his abc's
to that freaky billy jean

came a pop star 
for all to love and see

from the apollo's stage
wondered if you were ready for screaming rage

for you never had a childhood of bliss
only done what was on joseph's list

a studded white glove 
and white socks just because

a star on the hollywood walk of fame
for you sang and danced showing no shame

scandals of twisted truth
did not detour you from your missing youth

neverland was your own safari escape
who would figure your best friend would be a chimp of faith

michael may god cradle you in his arms
and basked in your king of pops worldly charm

will forever miss that porcelain smile
and always think of you on my radio dial

for now your at your heavens trial
may god forgive this lost and lonely child




In Loving Memory Of
Michael Joseph Jackson
Aug 29th 1958 - June 25th 2009

           RIP


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SHE HELD A HANDFUL OF STARS

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 
Queen of starlight 

She held a handful of stars 
She tossed them far 
Scattering through, 
the midnight sky 

The star that landed on me.......... 
Was my destiny 
For this star, 
choose to be.............. 
the star for me 

Scattering through, 
billions of stars 
There is one waiting for you 

Glittering glow, 
from my chosen star so 
Scattered throught the blackest night 
This one, I won't let go 

This star 
So bright 
It came so far you see............. 
It chose me 

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 

She held a handful of stars 
She held one for me 
The star she held................ 
Was my destiny 

One for me........ 
One for you........ 
Travelling too........ 
Such stars are meant to be.......... 

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 
Scattering starlight 


Details | I do not know? | |

Somewhere Out There

Somewhere out there on a distant star is a 

place where we belong all to ourselves where 

there's no words nor a familiar face. On 

this star is where we eternally exist 

without critiscism or anyone's sultry words. 

On this star you'll never cry, except from 

tears of joy. Somewhere out there our love 

has no bounds, out there were never alone, 

always in each other's arms. Though no 

matter how bright this star maybe it still 

doesn't compare to you or me. Some where out 

there on that star we'll find each other and 

finally be at peace. Until then somewhere 

out there we shall meet.


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Cristiano Ronaldo

Came to Manchester United as an 18 year old
With a lot of potential and talent to use
Back then you were just a cocky showboat
But you practised everyday and had the right attitude

Your determination, passion and desire
To keep improving has to be admired
Sir Alex Ferguson said you’re the most talented player he’s ever had 
And you said he was like your football dad

You amaze us all with your skills and tricks
You get frustrated at yourself for any shot you miss
In my eyes you will be the greatest ever
Thank you for all the memories you gave us in Manchester

You never hid the fact it was your goal to be the best
Well you’ve achieved that
I remember when I cried when you left
Us for Madrid, hopefully one day you will be back

People call you “arrogant” because of your desire to be the greatest
But you’re humble as you do a lot for charity and people who need it
You even paid 50k out of your own money for a child’s cancer treatment
You wanted to be the best and you’ve achieved it

Each year you just keep getting better
And continue to amaze me
Most football fans consider you one of the greatest ever
Thank you for all the inspiration you have gave me

As a kid you hit a teacher with a chair because she made fun of your Portuguese accent
You were constantly told you wouldn’t make it as a footballer
Now it’s you who’s laughing
Anytime people told you, you couldn’t, you stood taller

Last night you won your third ballon D’or
Giving us football fans a lot of moments of heaven
In almost every match you score
You will always be the best Cristiano Ronaldo 7 


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The Sooner Recruit

Fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan;
And watched thousands of recruits try to make my Sooners Team.
Often, I’ve enviously wondered what it must be like
To be a touted Sooners recruit, living out his dream.

He’d had a great career through high school;
Made good grades, was a football star, played baseball too.
Coach said college recruiters were watching closely;
So, he tried his very best to make his dream come true.

You see, he’d played on the L’il Sooners as a kid;
Started getting serious about the game when he was only eight
Played with older, bigger boys and practiced hard;
Always told his friends, “To be a Sooner, ya gotta play great”.

Oh yes, his parents raised a football player;
And, even more important, a Sooners fan;
But he wanted more, to be a Sooner,
To feel the glory raining down from the stands. 

Now, the Sooners’ Head Coach is in his living room.
“Son, you’ve got talent.  We think you fit our scheme.
We’re offering you a scholarship, an opportunity
To be an important member of our great Sooners Team”.

His mother smiles her biggest smile.
His father nods proudly and pats him on the knee.
“Lord knows, son, it’s a dream come true.
Go be the very best Sooner you can be”.

He walks into the locker room,
Not quite sure what to expect;
But sure that to play for the Sooners
He will first have to earn respect.

He looks each man straight in the eye - 
Other recruits, trainers, assistants, and every coach.
“Be proud, but respectful”, his mother had said;
Your character, more than your performance, must be above reproach”.

His handshake is firm and he smiles.
“Only one chance for a first impression”, his father had said;
"Always put yourself in positive light, on and off the field.
That’s what it will take to play for the mighty Big Red”.

He meets so many other recruits, each one a high school star.
He’s played against a few and knows they share his dream.
And, to a man, each knows before any chance for Glory,
He first must prove worthy to play for this Sooners Team.

He knows a few will fail to meet the coaches’ expectations.
For some, the scout team will be their fate.
Many will suit up, but rarely play.
Only the very best will ever dare to be great.

Coach says, “If every man learns and executes when called on,
Then this team, we Sooners, will win a lot of games;
But, win or lose, if you play hard and give your very best,
You’ll never have to hang your heads in shame”.

“But gentlemen, with or without you, this team will win.
Every season, the Sooners strive to win it All.
So, listen, work hard, and prepare yourselves.  Each game is war...
And you must be ready when Victory calls”.

Through grueling practices, he finds himself.
As he walks to class, his closest friends are aches and pains;
But, just the other day, Coach helped him up, smiled, and patted his helmet.
“You’re doin’ fine, son.  Keep pushin’.  Remember, no pain, no gain”.

He sees his name on the "open scrimmage" roster for the very first time.
It’s a moment he’ll never forget, another milestone in his dream.
He calls his Mom and Dad, knowing they’ll tell his family and his friends.
He hopes they’ll actually see him play, proof he’s made the Team.

As he suits up for the last pre-season open scrimmage,
He wonders if the coaches would really let a freshman play at all;
But Coach puts him in for eight plays against the first team;
He makes two great open-field tackles and intercepts the ball.

He barely hears the roar of the crowd, as the whole defense “gives him five”.
He’s so excited, he forgets to ask if he can keep that ball.
Fans are buzzing, “Did you see that hit”!?  “Who is that kid”!?
“Will he red shirt or will Coach let him play this fall”? 

He sees his name in the Sunday paper, hears it on local sports.
He’s happy, but he doesn’t let it go to his head.
He keeps his focus and uses it as motivation.
After all, he wants to start one day for the mighty Big Red.

Yes, we’ll hear more of this young recruit.
Perhaps, one day he’ll be the hero of the game.
A seasoned veteran, maybe All Conference or even All American,
Who’s tasted Victory many times and helped glorify the Sooners’ name.

Oh yes, there have been so many who’ve aspired;
But many fewer who’ve actually made our Sooners Team.
They are our heroes, each and every one;
For it’s through their accomplishments, we fans can live the dream.

Billy Vessels, Steve Owens, Billy Sims, and Jason White,
The Selmons, Little Joe, the Boz, Josh Heupel, and “Q”
They, and so many others, were once touted Sooners recruits;
Who set a higher mark and built the Tradition that is OU.

So, c’mon! c’mon! all you great young football players!
Dedicate your talents to OU’s Team and OU’s Fans.
Make Oklahoma’s Owen Field your Field of Dreams,
And feel the Glory raining down from the stands. 


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Mind and Sound

Only light can penetrate the 
darkness
that resides in the default state 
of mind
I descend from beta to delta 
through
binaural beats; instantly caught 
between frequencies beyond 
time 

I absorb amplitudes of acoustic 
energy
and I learn to just be earth 
Since I am the earth 
and because I am of
the one that is the source of its 
existence, 
I've owned the power of 
omnificence 

I realize now that I AM because
HE is since I am from that, a 
descendant 
Created in the image of a 
thought
and a feeling from the 
Universal Mind
I tune in to this vibration from 
rhythmic
pulse that manipulates 
subconscious minds

Immersed  between 4 and 7 
hertz;
brainwaves halt to a conscious 
sleep
All  chakras are aligned shining 
crown energy 
and now my consciousness 
begins to reap! 
and light begins to penetrate 
the harmonious beams
that were already there
constant and always there 

is now flooded with sound 
patterns
that force brainwaves to submit 
to power
of omnipresent sound that 
always was 
and always will be connected to 
the Source from which I came
so I extend exponentially 
beyond;
physical time and space

I long to embrace the intensity 
of gamma rays
I give way to the coded sounds 
that resonate from the inner 
core
and continue to connect 
through the binaural beats that 
-  
remind me of before

Always familiar but ignored
until found by gaining 
knowledge of self
I listen with the intent to excel 
while reaping an abundance of 
benefits and rewards
Listen!! 
It's already yours

Just reach out and grab it 
as long as intention and ego is 
checked
the universe will correspond 
accordingly
it will deliver a life to you divine 
and orderly
Just listen to the sounds that 
were there from before
They will guide to to the 
vibration from the core
and it will guide you to connect 
directly with the source 




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Sea And Space

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.
Man's history,
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.


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Atropos twine


Bequest from far, my lone star blinks
The ghosts wear masks that smile and flirt
lives are domains of the same links
entwine their resolute, lost worth.

My truth adverts; enthroned wedding
incitement vows - Atropos' threading.

The fates impend while reasons quell
mind's garden waits for rain and dew;
Lost souls would trade their barren well
- embrace the vast of ocean blue.

Unsown the border, misconceives,
attracts me where the fate deceives.

Expanding norms, my thoughts that err
conceived you are mine - appointee
I missed our twined, engulfing flare
your soul received my cadence fee.

It was your stare and levels three
one thorn to love - twinge of sundial
imprisoned solitude and free,
where ether shaped your denial.

© G. V. 09-09-2011


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An Ode to LIFE Part 1

An Ode To LIFE


As I lay my head down and start to fall asleep I see myself being carried off to a place and time the place of our Lords birth in Bethlehem of Judea

As in the Bible tells the story of His life and how he lived and died in that human seance and rose on the day He told of

I do not remember being here but I remember the story I was taught so many years ago

As I walk through the streets of Bethlehem I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am learning the story they telling is true

The writer writes of a jealous King  and his way of dealing with his people and of Mary and Joseph who came to Bethlehem to have a child

The story tells of the three wise men  who saw a star in the north and heard of a child  who was born to be the King of the Jews  and come to see and bring Him gifts 

An  angel from the Heavens above came to Mary and Joseph in a dream and told them they had to leave Bethlehem or King Herod would have their son killed 

So they left Bethlehem and went to Egypt and there they lived until King Herod no longer ruled

As I follow along in my dream I see each scene  and hear  every word as I am puzzled by the fact I understand each

I don’t understand why I’m going through this time but I know I must continue on this journey 

As I am pulling through a time where I reach the place of Jesus’ in  Nazareth of Galilee

As I watched Him grow and work in His father's shop I could see the thing in Him that were with me

As I walk along the streets and look around I hear the people talk of a child that speaks of wondrous love that’s all forgiving and of a Father in Heaven that’s loving and true.

By Rev. Samuel Mack, OMS
Copyright 2013

                                                            Inspired by God 

http:paladinnews1.blogspot.com


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My Spirit Keeper

In as many stars
that I kept
Flowing in my heart
In depths
Only I could ever know
My Spirit Keeper

I can look back
In depths
Of stars flowing
That you were always there
My Spirit Keeper

In the Great Connect
The Silver Thread
To you
In depths
We could ever know
In stars and thoughts,read
My Spirit Keeper

Small pin pricks of light
In the beginnings
It took time in the finding
Such stirring
In my night
My Spirit Keeper

The stars grew
In my wisdom,
so did I
In depths
Only I could ever know
In my sky
My Spirit Keeper

Flowing in my heart
In the Great Connect
To you
Stars gushing
In depths
That you knew
My Spirit Keeper

Such richness
Began with you
My Spirit Keeper
For, in those stars flowing
It is my discovering
Of love showing
My Spirit Keeper

My Spirit Keeper
Only I could ever know
In depths
Flowing
That I kept,
in as many stars

Matthew.B


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The bluesman

The bluesman.

The bluesman
He’s up there, he’s a star
As he clutches in his hands
A battered old guitar
The bluesman knows his own damned worth
He does it in his style
And folk they come from miles around
And have done for a while

The bluesman plucks those strings
And wails his old blues harp
Then comes in with his rusty voice
Maybe he’s flat or sharp
But no one ever notices
They’re caught within his spell
When that bluesman does he’s stuff
Then in his world they dwell

With the bluesman
You get just what you see
He’s not out to impress you, man
He’s busy being He
And when he plays, he’s ‘It’ my friends
He pulls you into him
The bluesman can you hear him now?
When all the lights are dim.

23 July 2013 @ 1708hrs


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,


I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.




Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.




note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.





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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.


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successful man

THE SUCCESSFUL MAN
Every successful man had his first time
What happened that day was his experience
If he trailed,then he became resilient
But if he thrived,he became consistent
Every successful man had his first time

Every successful man had his first time
When he trailed,
he refused to flatter-close his eyelid,
when he was feeling drowsy
He was at will and top
to lift that which the world said was heavy
Every successful man had his first time

Every successful man had his first time
When he thrived,
he refused to sigh
Until he inhaled the last air
he refused to smile
Until he felt the last tear drop
Every successful man had his first time

What then is success?
Success is how the beneficiary defines it
Success is the ability to revisit
Success is the willingness to conquer that which is conquered
Success is the zeal to awaken that which is dead
Success is the courage to say never
Success is the stamina to stay forever
Success is the patience to await regardless
Success is the readiness to climb the impossible stairs
Success is you and I
Success depends on how high we can fly
Success depends on how best you can try
Success is what we deserve before we die



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Shooting Star

Love is like a shooting star
because you’ll never know when you’ll see one
It comes so quickly that just as you’re enjoying it—
You blink, and then it’s gone.
And much like that star, 
it also leaves a burning trail in the heart,
that in the end you find yourself
just wanting to do nothing but cry.
But sometimes, with enough luck,
you catch it and are able to wish…
and even after it goes away,
the feeling of awe is still there to relish
The feeling’s so lingering,
that it seems to go on forever…
And that kind of star is much like the love
That simply leaves you never.


** haha been digging up my writes lately here's another one 
written waay back in 2000...I wrote this after actually 
seeing a shooting star ;)


Details | Ballad | |

She held handful of stars

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 
Queen of starlight 

She held a handful of stars 
She tossed them far 
Scattering through, 
the midnight sky 

The star that landed on me.......... 
Was my destiny 
For this star, 
choose to be.............. 
the star for me 

Scattering through, 
billions of stars 
There is one waiting for you 

Glittering glow, 
from my chosen star so 
Scattered throught the blackest night 
This one, I won't let go 

This star 
So bright 
It came so far you see............. 
yes bright 
Hair the colour of night 

She held a handful of stars 
She held one for me 
The star she held................ 
Was my destiny 

One for me........ 
One for you........ 
Travelling too........ 
Such stars are meant to be.......... 

These eyes bright 
Hair the colour of night 
Scattering starlight 


Details | I do not know? | |

Forver Growing

You followed my footprints and came with a hand full of stars.
You planted them like little seeds in my garden and waited patiently for beauty to grow.
I started to bloom and now I stand tall.
Your eternal sunshine-showers keeps me growing.
I'm happy and content knowing 
that your world welcomes me and every part of me.
You are my univers and I've learned that no star is out of reach....
I will continue growing till I can pluck each and every star and give them back to you.
My love...My everything.
I will stand proud with you and my roots will run deep.
My branches will reach out to every part of you and the fruits I carry will be of the sweetest 
taste only for you
- by you.

So my dearest you... please stay wonderful and continue to grow next to me.
The world is not big enough for us... lets reach above and beyond.

Forever growing...


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A Star for Mary

If there were a star that I could buy
a twinkling star up in the sky,
there's but one star so very high
shining brightly, do or die

To the Holy City, it shows the way
the brightest star, it is still this day,
I wish I might, I wish I may
to own this star to give away

I'd place it in sweet Marys hand
and wish us to the promised land,
to the very spot, where it all began
the Heavenly birth, of the Son of Man

David, is the name of the star
it can be seen from away,afar
we could travel there, no-one shall bar
to pray beneath, that Holy star

But, I don't have to buy that star you see
because David's there for her and me,
for with our Lord we'll always be
the gift, a star for her from me.


This is for Linda Maries ( Sweethearts) contest


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My Valentine

My valentine's a star above
that leaves me all alone.
It seems to know I'm happier
when left upon my own.

At night it sparkles brightly
and holds me to my stare.
My eyes left feeling helpless
as my lungs are filled with air.

My valentine's a star above
as faithfull as I've known.
But not for being a wonderer;
for aligning God's own throne.


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Golden Star

See the hope of tomorrow 
This is the star that lights the way
Together we will change the future
A brave new world, a brand new day

Through the fire one mans vision
Will touch the soul and set you free
Just turn your faces to the heavens
It’s burning bright for all to see

Golden Star (Repeat x4)

Our journey now is just beginning
A dream awaits on distant shores
Fill your heart with new conviction
Let’s build a world worth fighting for

Golden Star (Repeat x4)


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The Night Sky

High above my head tonight-
Stars again up there shall fight-
For a place on the Heavenly seat-
One to many, an impossible feat-

But each lone star still keeps its dream-
To have above them all a brighter gleam-
To be the top, be uncontested-
Jealousy in them, each now infested-

But on the journey to the top-
Our little star forgets to stop-
And look around in the night sky-
To help the stars to small to try-

We all get lost in our own life-
Blind to see each others strife-
I plea we can all learn to stop-
And help another get to the top-


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The Moth and the Star

Once upon a time, in a place, not too far off,
In the dark, by the moon, there lived a family of moths.
Now, for those who don't know, a moth is like a butterfly,
but instead of vibrant colors, their wings are pale white.
Moths are known to come out and dance around fires at night,
and though it can be dangerous, they love its brilliant light!
When the sun would end its job and it was time to leave,
a family of moths would begin their late routine.
Their tradition was to dance around a yellow glowing flame,
of a streetlight, freshly lit, every eve, the family came.
-But there was one young moth who never did take part,
instead of dancing by the burning host, he preferred a star.
It seemed merely a twinkle, upon a branch of a great tree,
he felt, someday, if he could gain the strength, that star he'd reach.
Now his mother and his father scoffed and both would ask him why,
does he not join his brothers and his sisters by their side.
"Your brothers all are greatly singed, when will you take your turn?
Your sister's wings have turned to black, yet, you don't have one burn!"
Despite their scolds, despite their taunts, the little moth still aimed,
for that shining star he never knew was trillions of miles away.
He'd flap his wings, though he'd fly high, he could not ascend,
and every night, he'd fall just short and wait to try again.
But then, one day, he turned around and saw he was alone.
His entire family was gone, burned like butter on the stove.
And now that he was an old, old, moth he finally came to see,
that he, indeed, had reached his star, and it wasn't above the tree.


Details | Free verse | |

See See I can do it too

Words elevated to a dazzling height
Silently answering perfections plight

Love strung together to make a sentence
Hate molded to become a pen

Time yields to patience
Rage bows to zen

Transcending a mind
A unique voyage just to find

That my pain is not my own
The dark is not for me to own

A star sits in a dark corner weeping
Its light flickering, its tears beckoning

Waiting to be rekindled, be reborn
Its essence weakened, its passion torn

Unable to help, my flame long since extinguished
But her whispering screams need to be relinquished

My history a possible remedy to her heart breaking agony
So I slowly open scars I closed indefinitely

I bleed memories and thoughts, hoping her tears will stop
Synchronized … as her tears and my blood drops

For every memory, a tear is traded, for every thought the corners of her mouth move up a inch
The darkness recedes as her light increases

Her tears slowly transform into pieces, pieces of poetry
Convincingly showing my blood a forgotten beauty

… I smile …

Sometimes the dark holds a star waiting to soar
People see it as scary, but the dark, yes the dark has so much more


Details | Pantoum | |

Star Crossed

Night sky softly cradles a lustrous moon 
Stars shimmer destined serendipity 
Lay out our fate as cast in ancient rune
Gateway opens celestial city

Stars shimmer destined serendipity 
Receiving the great gifts of desire
Gateway opens celestial city
On the waves that the cosmos inspire

Receiving the great gifts of desire
Moonlight nudges the night to awaken
On the waves that the cosmos inspire
Know our fate the stars have not forsaken

Moonlight nudges the night to awaken
Remembering our dreams from deep knowing
Know our fate the stars have not forsaken
Night gleams cosmic patterns ever flowing

Remembering our dreams from deep knowing
Bright moon draws down the waves of tides turning
Night gleams cosmic patterns ever flowing
Pulsing to our true heart’s deepest yearning

Bright moon draws down the waves of tides turning
As above, so below life transpires
Pulsing to our true heart’s deepest yearning
Evoking all star fated desires 

As above, so below life transpires
Lay out our fate as cast in ancient rune
Evoking all star fated desires
Night softly cradles a lustrous moon


Details | Free verse | |

An Astronaut

I think I was an astronaut
Aimed for the stars.
They fill me up;
They refuel my tank.
They enable me to believe,
Telling me to never give up
As they follow me all of my days.
If only we could see the beauty
That they truly are.
They shout out dreams
That we can reach so far.
Climb into the rocket
And liftoff!
On a journey to discover ourselves,
We are taught so much more,
Learning our goals are only a plan away.
Even thought we must return,
I know that I will be back.
I am an astronaut,
And we always reach for the stars.


Details | Free verse | |

the Triumph of the Pen

Oh winging Heart on a mission
to the edge of forever,
speed to the beloved with a message of Love.

We look in a different way,
with the Heart do we see,
and in that wondrous seeing,
is the feeling of awes majesty!

Yeah, that's the way to overcome
the 'thought police' inside the head;
doubt is the Heart killer
and so with this pen,
we’ll write our Hearts out again and again,
and if they judge the words we say,
to dash our Dreams in any way,
then we'll write even more to soothe the Soul
for the writing life is our Loving goal!

This triumph of Love carried to our pen
where in our written words Love lives again ...

A writer writes and never stops writing
and rewrites and writes again and again ...
and he never stops writing except to Dream,
perhaps to reach for that Star in that Star crowded Sky
and bring that Star to the end of his Pen
and write like plasma all over again ...


Details | Sonnet | |

Granted and Given

It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
 
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
 
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
 
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006