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Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.


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Lost Lover

The carcass of my subliminal words echo through smoke filled corridors... it is an intricate dance where the subjective yearning of broken hearts and confused minds labor.
This is the food of the poet, deep emotion transcribed through longing, like the kiss of a long lost lover... feeling her... almost touching her... but she is gone.

So you wake up to sorrow and tend the flames of the candle of your heart, feeling her... but she is a ghost... you pray tomorrow she will come... the inspiration of a lovers heart, yearning to be touched. Dancing back and forth in this mired dungeon, from the window to the wall. Wondering if there are any roses in your garden that you could pluck for her before the seasons wilt young virulent life.

The life of a heart bleeding for seasons long passed when the dreams of champagne lips was the promise of tomorrow's wedding... When you find that you married the broken shards of a schizophrenic mind. That your wife has danced away and all you can do is to curse the wind that whispers of her a thousand miles away.

But maybe tomorrow, when you tend the flames again... the wind carries memories of new beginnings... maybe tomorrow, holding hands with a lover's shy smile... maybe tomorrow, she will let you begin again. We are in love with the seasons and dark winters eventually fade to spring.


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Non Believer

The winter's been harsh, the winter's been long.
Still it's only march and I can't hear the song.
To have spring fever, you need to be a believer.
This winter's been harsh and this winter's been long.

Shovel's and sneezes are the call of the day.
Please hand me a kleenex, it's two month's until May.
We're out, well I guess I'll just use my sleeve or.
Man if I had my way I certainly wouldn't stay.

White winds wailing where weeds wait wondering.
If the God's will ever restart thier thundering.
Or if they have just slammed down the reciever.
In disgust of all of mankinds plundering.

Faith in the four season's is our only stronghold.
Waiting for the story of sping to still be told.
Hoping the book of knowledge is not a deciever.
Our spirit's are shaken and we dare not be too bold.

For the spring fever contest/ ballad


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The Seasons

The cold weather is breaking its grip on the land,
Tiny bulbs are shooting up and showing their color in the sand.
They look for the heat from the sun to open their leaves,
Just like we do when we roll up our sleeves.

Snow still lingers here and there, 
Frost wont give up until the land is bare.
Once spring sets in and the sun gets warm,
You will see young bees gather in their usual swarm.

New buds will appear on the branches of trees,
Soon they will open and show their leaves.
A very bright color ,when the leaves finally open ,
To make the trees look alive as all are hopping.

Light winds are blowing,to help them spread,
As the last dead leave blows off and rest on your head.
Now is the time to pick up broken branches,
That had fallen in winter,and now lost their chances.

Summer is not that far away,
A lot of people wish it could stay.
But its the changing seasons that make this world great,
They even help to put food on our plates.

A long walk in the forest in early spring,
Shows us just what each season brings.
The Lord and his goodness watches over our land,
He shows you His love , when He opens His hands.


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COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



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SOME CANNOT PRAISE THE WIND

There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind, 
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats 
in syncopated symmetry. "Take us, Take us, 
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving as deliriously 
as a woman beneath her lover, while their stripped-
down stepsister, one on one, spells out stillness
in inelastic nudity.  Wind shears through her, 
unconstricted by skeletal shapeliness.  
Nothing to arrange here by the coiffeur wind 
in the pared-down beauty of brittle lace-
work, if lacework be brittle.   

One nest rests halfway up on a slender limb, 
a single stem supports its phantom occupants, 
imagined, their ravenous snapper beaks -- 
landlocked shark-lings, all minuscule jaws, 
learning to prey under their mother's bellies --
inhabiting a denuded nest, awaiting a spring 
of speckled eggs, cracking the silent thunder 
of shells, to free those of gaping mouths, who 
know nothing of being born, just that they 
hunger and someone comes they do not name 
as mother: She of the dependable providence.  

For now, there are no newborns, only
a feather; feather, feather, whether or not, 
provenance unknown, caught in a branch 
far from origin like us, trapped in our casings 
of skin: softness pinioned in lacework of limb; 
ragged, if lacework be ragged. Here, 
where the sisters have been to the Salon, 
come back as frowsy as ever, but groomed 
somewhat, from a blow dry and a cut.


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Oh Spring

Oh spring, the fickle things you do
You tease with sunbeams on the face
And when at last  we shed our winter coat
You bring a shower, or maybe two...

Oh spring, you are so full or sweet surprise
You bring the blooms budding on the branch
You blow the breeze soft  upon our cheek
And bid us hear the lamb that cries...

Oh spring, yours a rainbow ore the hill
A time of lovers glances and sweet romances
And sounds of children's laughter in the air
For us you grow the greening grass, the daffodil...

Oh spring, you we welcome now with open arms
We with winter hearts that long to beat anew
You give us hope and feed our hungry souls
How easily we are subject to your charms...

Spring, stay with us awhile and wash away our winter blues
Until we have gathered strength and bid you a fond adieu..


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Seasons Past

Bound is the significance of autumn’s course
Perished in Decembers cold,
And a symbol of its thoughts and deeds
Shall go to they imagined,
But I lay on a bed of polished silk 
Staring at an evening star 
And hoping for winters passage 

Trees ever sway in this calm breeze 
Gracing the air of the cool night,
And moonbeams dance to songs that are played 
While signs of twilight change,
Cast out a mark from banished light 
That shall melt the winter snow 
Under the softer rains of spring

Emotions dwell in the fallacy of life,
Like the whisper of a child’s tear,
When a meaning limited to its own intent
Remains in our desire;   
Come to see a seed take route 
In the quiet of the morning dew
As summer slips away 


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LET FRIGID WINTER COME

Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!


Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?


Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 


I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  



Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012


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ANOTHER SEASONS PAST

Autumn's past horizon's 
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves

Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season's gone
and lay's to the past it's death

Often my mind has danced
in the corridor's of the earth
where winter's snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth

I've rambled down many roads
and I've sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong

Bridges on the road I've crossed
upon the many paths    that man has trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect 

It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught

I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips

Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life 
there's no question of choosing which


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








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Weather's Changing

The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear

Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold

I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”

Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”


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to know

No one seems to understand 
Why I can’t let you go. 
If only it were that easy 
And there were things I didn’t know

I’ve looked into my heart 
Blessed and broken though it is 
I still see you in there 
Like a mirror of a wish 

Your picture still resides 
In the eyes of my mind 
Perhaps a fond remembrance 
Of someone I’ll never find… 

Is there a problem, child? 
Why do you cry so soon? 
Is there a hidden secret 
Laying dark inside your room?

I think I understand 
Why you had to leave 
But it doesn’t make the pain 
Any easier to grieve 

Each tick of the clock 
Life’s minute passes by 
One more song to sing 
Another question “why” 

Someday seems so far away 
When time goes so slow 
A melody of soft restraint 
Wonders what there is to know… 


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VIVES IN NEW YEAR

Seven hours, comes new year
Hope joy fills the heart not a tear
Hug and kiss someone dear
Don't care, also do not fear

Build new dreams and ambitions
Life from the start is a mission
Love, trust intact, sure no confusion
Let it go in full exhibition

Laugh louder..
Dream bigger..
Strive harder..
Humble forever..

Every year added to life
Reminds the sharp age's knife
Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife
Believe, keep a firm faith in vive...

by: olive_eloi
5:17pm
12/31/2013
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The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


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SHIPWRECKED for white contest et al

SHIPWRECK  SURVIVOR

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
 to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       delightful prickles of his skin
       He found her far beyond his pain--Oh,  that smile that could disarm!
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
         created white hot charm.
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PRE WHIT E STORIC

Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
  From white fear

Wolves roved
  Stayed in packs
   Howled their presence
   Hating snow

Bears slept
 Hidden away
 Violence and terror
  Only a summer dream

White drifts
  Blazing blizzards
  Wrapped safety   
   Around fragile human life.


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Seduction of a Maiden Song Lyrics first notes penned England in May 2006

SEDUCTION OF A MAIDEN   Song Lyrics
   By Victoria Anderson-Throop
        first draft notes penned on the moors of England in May 2006     (call also means visit)


I remember
   When its morning
I remember 
   breezy spring
I remember 
    all the flowers
I hear larks
  in meadows sing

I remember
   When its autumn
I remember 
  red leaves fall
I remember
   heartbreak clearly
I remember 
  your last call

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
   that last summer
When the roses
  were so sweet
I can smell
   their fragrant kisses
When my world 
    was so complete

I remember 
   winter coming
When your kisses 
    turned to ice
I remember tears 
    were falling
I learned lovers
    pay a price

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
  When its morning
I remember
   breezy spring
I remember
   all the flowers
I remember
  how to sing

(ALTERNATE ENDING)
I remember
  when  it''s morning
All the heartache
   of the spring
Love has stolen
  my sweet memories
I've forgotten
  how to sing

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame


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Einherjar

 
Another harsh Winter we must face It Matters not, no one can escape Fate Not Even The Gods With Bravery we shall Stand Strong In Care we shall advance onto Vigrid Fenrir Will Lay dead By Dawn's Perch Trim Your Nails, to Prevent Naglfar It's time to suit up; We Are The Einherjar Protector's of Ragnorak The Army of The Gods The Lovers of Valhalla All of Midgard will sing Of our triumph and their Defeat Sadly all will come, In a twinkling To An Utter End Madi, Magni, Sons of Thor Balder, Hod, Residence of Hel Lif, Lifthasir, of Yggdrasil Do us well Remembrance of our noble deeds Is all well enough Sing the Song We Are The Einherjar


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Urban Heat

The city swelters 
mercury nearing 100 degrees
The crowds are really feeling the hear 
Steam rises from the street
As workers with shovels dig out the asphalt
Urban hear is something you remember 
The sexy outfits of the young women in the city 
Makes life bearable 
The endless spectacle that is our metropolis 
leads us to believe once again
Urban Heat
We walk feeling the rays from 
the sun on our heads
The air is thick 
As the day wears on 
stars appear in the night sky over the city 
The air cools 
At twilight you decide 
how best to survive summer in the metropolis 
Stars appear in formations in the sky 
Tomorrow is a long way off


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Morning After

The morning after, the sun is beaming
The world is streaming, with no particular meaning
The wind is blowing, while the boats are flowing
To the beautiful insight, of the flowers cloning

The birds is singing, to the whistleing of the breezing
While this girl heart is cold and freezing
Thinking of some reason, that her mind is in season
While the leaves from the trees is leaving

The rain starts to fall, as she stares in the sky so tall
Seeing the shadows of the raindrops on the wall 
More then a woman, but less then she ever can
The sound of the marching band


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Joys of a Temperate Zone

In spring the sun shines brightly 
     after the wind has blown 
away the clouds 
Bright flowers bloom 
   Let's take a walk by 
            the stream 
  A peaceful day 
             Bright eyed squirrels rush by 
  Overhead a red robin 
    is flying home 
Ah,the joys of spring!
    But now we are nearing winter 
   a light snowfall signals 
the beginning of harsher weather 
Winter does have its joys 
   Holidays  - and the beauty of snow 
       In a temperate climate 
One can take joy in the 
     change of seasons 
  Feel happiness 
     in the special aspects 
of each of the four seasons 

















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The Summer Breeze

One thing is certain about summer
It never last forever
Be that it may sometimes be a bummer
You will always remember the weather

The ocean breaths 
As you sometimes hear
Through the summer breeze
And the starry nights are clear.

Sweat and games are ever more real
With a summer breeze
It’s the coolness you feel
Which provokes a peace?

For it’s the memories you’ll steal!


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Lightning Strikes

Dreary rainy days
     droplets fall to earth 
Grey sky above
    on Earth we reach for sustenance
  No sunlight to brighten 
our days
   As the clock continues to 
mark the passing hours
  We pray that that the sun will
   once again appear in the sky 
Tomorrow - there is always tomorrow 
   Our songs have not yet 
All been sung


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CI VEDIAMO A CAPRI ( WE'LL MEET AGAIN IN CAPRI )

From my northern city full of rain... 
I came to this splendid island of Capri,
and through the blue eyes of Emily,
that constantly remind me of that southern sky,
I saw the beautiful expression of a true smile,
a smile that drove this man insane!

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
she said to mer sadly...
trembling and trying not to cry; 
and though the April' breeze was  so warm,
she shivered...reaching for my  hand to hold!  
Oh, Emily that wasn't a goodbye!

O island so full of fragrant, pretty roses...
waiting for those passionate lovers:
I must depart from you with sadness,
hoping that tomorrow I will be back! 
Oh, sweet darling...oh, lovely Emily:
I won't be gone for long...from you and Capri! 

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I told her with an emotion, so hurt and deep,
that brought me to tears...until I couldn't breath!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I said aloud as I caressed her face so soft and young,
a face that I would remember in my Neapolitan song!

" Ci vediamo a Capri," I shouted over the calm sea!
" Ci vediamo a Capri," was my promise to Emily! 


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the oregon ducks

A day belongs to you and I
side by side swings the impossible
ways of doubt.

To embrass the true moment
only to quiver to turn back 
embaresment to huttle that 
touch down goal.

We will embark on tackt as it
shall be conquered to a new
habitate known as the quack
attack!

GO DUCKS!!!


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Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009



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a new york warmth

On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

Every now and then
I don’t wanna turn left 
Just the path I martyr 
On the way to no where
Could you envision me 
No longer sadly
These are the lovely words 

As we go
On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

Back and forth 
Are the trials we cure
Would you hold me more
If you found me impure 
And we’re holding on 
Cause it’s too late to go home

As we go
On and on  I don’t wanna go home
Just the lovely words of another sad song
And we sing
Holding on, it’s too late to go home
Just the lonely words of another sad song

On the park side of town
Silence is a muffled sound
No apologies
Like sea gulls 
We are standing free
We’re holding on 
Cause there’s no better place to be

So let it snow
Go here, there, and before
She asked me to leave 
I kindly closed the door
Theses are the times 
We wish not to endure
We look for warm meals
Band aids
A sore throat to absorb the cure
Lungs commenced to whispers 
Profoundly within your ear 
A little something
To keep your thoughts pure
I could ask for no more
Than sun lit days 
That hover above the clouds 
And shadow 
The doubts we adore


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AN ENTIRELY NEW ME

What actually happened
in the spin of those struggling years
was nothing worth mentioning,
just being hopeful and not really giving
of myself;  and that secret remained untapped
until I became aware of wishes...

An entirely new me
makes my presence real, not elusive,
when a murky night vanishes
through the full moon's luminance...
not to impede, but to appease
any emotion felt  instantly!

If instincts could teach me 
to avoid the dilemmas I am caught into inadvertently,    
I would make those sudden changes
to get rid of all indecisions;
and as need never urges me to set limits, 
I must show confidence and courage!

An entirely new me
challenging tomorrow without impatience,
living to the fullest of my desires...
to grasp that moment with eagerness ;
and what  will proceed great joy,
will not be comparable to what I will become!


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I AWAKEN WITH THE NEW SUNRISE

As the dreary night slowly vanishes,
taking along the weary stars,
but the wakeful moon decides to stay...
I awaken with the new sunrise
admiring the glimmering sea
with colors resembling diamonds!

I breathlessly wonder
why God has created it
with a painter's hand,
and giving us that joy...
a devine joy as a reminder: 
that all He has made is entirely His;
and in the same manner
we care for our bodies 
with much preoccupation,
we must take care of all creation,
so that our children 
can enjoy it indefinitely!

Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying,
I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight...
to face life as it was when nobody was there;
and we can imagine the thought running
through God's mind to put a human being there:
to watch and control the beautiful earth!

I awaken with the new sunrise,
to discover a small bird soaring...
going further and further up until
he has picked up the speed of an eagle;
I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, 
opening up my spirit to a song of praise!

If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord,
and there aren't days I don't proclaim His  word...
when I awaken with the new sunrise,
and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!


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FROM ONE LOVER TO THE OTHER

Beautiful and loveable one,
you've vanished into nothing
and left me hanging
with a question in mind:
could I ever find someone...
who's witty and kind?

I am going, like a merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other...just giving
love to anyone who's able to bring
some passion and feeling!

I'd rather go back in time today,
and relive those moments again...
the ones that can take this pain away,
to make me remember the warm rain
coming down.. when spring
gave us another song to sing!  
    
 I am going ,like a-merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other... hoping
that on the other side someone is waiting!
I have kissed others with selfish eyes
and simply realized what was missing:
 you were unique in everything,
filled me up with joy and surprise...
making me discover another world! 

My long nights are as cold 
as these smooth satin sheets...  
I'll find a better reason to believe
that I can close these eyes tonight and dream!
And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait...
until I have stopped going 
from one lover to the other,
and wasted what you adore!

The sooner you realize my endless need,
the faster I will stop running wild and breath!  



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SUNRISE,COME QUICKLY

As my tripping footsteps
enter deeper into the path of intense darkness,
I start feeling the trance of trepidation
and much despised misery 
seaps through me with a sense of admonition;
the night owls cold eyes immovably glare
to confine me into their scary stare...
until I dash off rapidly!

Sunrise,come quickly
to subdue my forethoughts of dreadfulness
into this night without stars!
I look up to a dark and unwinkling Universe...
exposing me to an enormous unrest:
will it be a deluge or a tempest
to end all traquillity?

Whatever threatens me invisibly,
or compels me to fret...
won't cause my courage to lessen:
contrarily, it will increase it even more...
'till I find another path;
its a risk worth-taking to befuddle any enemy! 

Sunrise,come quickly
to bring radiance and harmonious sounds
over this tempestous sea,
which keeps away all the discontented gulls;
sunrise, come quickly...
my entrapped spirit longs for liberty!


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Winter signs

Howling winter wail
snow covered mountains swell
tis but it's season time to abound
when cold shapes with ice to surround
branches breaking down with twig's 
falling unto the ground
lake water's frozen and crippling stream's that sound
valleys of evergreen forest beneath the moonlit night sky
these are all but winter signs


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water

Water moves continually Over land, evaporation and transpiration 
common chemical substance 
essential to all forms of life 
 the substance  has a solid state, ice,
 and a gaseous state, water vapor.
About 1,460 teratonnes (Tt) of water covers 71% of the Earth's surface, 
 in oceans and other large water bodies, 
with 1.6% of water below ground in aquifers 
and 0.001% in the air as vapor, 
clouds (formed of solid and liquid water particles suspended in air), 
and precipitation.
Can cause hurricanes when global warming extends 
entire villages left submerged as in people's streets
submeerged.

Earth's water is contained 
within man-made and natural objects 
near the Earth's surface as water towers, 
animal and plant bodies, manufactured products, and food stores.
Water moves continually 
Saltwater oceans hold ing 97% of surface water,
 glaciers and polar ice caps 2.4%, 
and other land surface water such as rivers and lakes 0.6%.
Water moves continually 
 Water moves continually through a cycle of evaporation or transpiration, 
precipitation, and runoff, reaching the sea. 

Water moves continually over land 
Winds carry water vapor over land 
at the same rate as runoff into the sea, 
about 36 Tt per year.
Over land, evaporation and transpiration 
contribute another 71 Tt per year to the precipitation 
of 107 Tt per year over land. 
Some water is trapped 
for varying periods in ice caps, glaciers, aquifers, or in lakes, 
 providing fresh water for life on land. 

Clean, fresh water is essential to human and other life.
In many parts of the world, it is in short supply.
 Many organic molecules as well as salts, sugars,
 acids, alkalis, and some gases (especially oxygen), are soluble in water.
Water is essential for all life on Earth.

Humans can survive for several weeks without food, 
but for only a few days without water. 
more than one billion people
 in low and middle-income countries
 lack access to safe water for drinking, 
personal hygiene and domestic use.
more than 20 percent of the world’s people. 
 close to 2 billion people 
did not have access to adequate sanitation facilities.
leading causes of morbidity 
and mortality in low- and middle-income countries, frequently called developing 
countries.

 over 1.1 billion people are currently without safe drinking water.




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The Donkey Carol

(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
               'Pon my back is de Christmas story
               A carry God's son an' mercy
               Down through the ages to wi glory
               De baby born in Bethlehem's manger
               Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger


Ole Balaam let mi carry him
Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy
An angel did appear to him
An' bring me square in history
               Ole Balaam saw a star
               Coming out of Jacob family
               Jesus coming from beyond afar
               To bring all sinners mercy

So one night breda Joseph call mi
Him seh O donkey come carry Mary
I know it was Balaam's prophecy
For Bethlehem's star was bright above me
              No room, no room for the baby
              Not a preacher in the earth was ready
              So mi call 'pon mi animal family
              Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready

The street was full of trafficking
While merchants count their money
Wi sang glory to man's joy born king
Jesus is the manger baby
              Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again
              Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over
              Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain
              Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer

Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free
The covenant of the ark is broken
Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee
Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken
              But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done
              A carry him before the cross
              Mi labor till de second coming of the son
              Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost


This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham
It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts.  It 
tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible 
discourse. 

Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song:
Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go
Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would 
have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was 
considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.


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PRETTY IS TOO INCREDIBLE

I remember seeing you walking downtown,
flashing such a revealing smile in early fall;
and I,attracted by your charm,
could not resist you at all..
because pretty is too incredible
to describe you and not to pray for a miracle!

I've walked in this noisy piano bar...
unawarely of you being there,
and he's touching you with his jealous hands,
giving me such unpleasant glances;
oh, he's making you the center
of his attention...noticing how I stare!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you otherwise,
'cause you deserve a guy who has a sweet voice,
and runs his fingers on your quivering skin so fair:
to make you feel sensations you never felt before...
turning you into a more passionate woman,
who desires the touch of a real man!

I wish you were really free,
so you'd be part of my wonderful destiny;
and with these emotions exploding inside,
there's no hope for me go wild...
having you on those nights, filled with bliss,
until you are in a flood of warm kisses!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you,
and that thought can't keep me apart
from your sad eyes that speak of hurt;
dream of me and I'll dream of you...
let's make believe we are this close,
and that an impossible love we never choose!


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What's This All About?

Buildings crumble down much like castles made of sand.
The circle is unbroken, the brotherhood of man.
Flames burst out, they seem suspended in the sky.
They can’t stop the terror, no matter what they try.
Then comes a calm, like after a storm.
The people feel the sorrow, as they begin to mourn.
Although I wish that things, could be like before,
As the flames are extinguished, their beings are no more.
Step to the ledge, poised to make that jump.
Jolted from the path, it’s a pretty big bump.
A cloud of destruction shrouds the way back to the path.
I try to add up the numbers but can't do the math.
Smoke so thick, you can cut it with a knife.
It becomes much like a plague, as it takes another life.
The sun returns, but things don't look the same.
Sometimes I wonder, are we getting better at this game?
Darkness returns, with silence by it's side.
You're tossed and turned about, it’s a pretty rough ride.
You try to find your way but it gets lost in your head.
It's seeming to get harder, to just get out of bed.
So you stop and look around but you can see that you are lost.
The autumn leaves start falling, as they float down towards the frost.
Coldness starts to grow, you need only to feel warm.
Try to find shelter, to get out of the storm.
I can see the winter up ahead, trying to get out.
Then I'm left here thinking, what this all about? 


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Pages Place

Time has an unknown face
down at the pages place
a life in a life, like a weave on a loom

love has a nest embrace
home at the pages place
a beauty, as wild as the mild meadow plume

will it survive this race
the land of the pages base
caught on an ebb, like a web on a broom

heal or be gone to pass
a land that was made to last
beauty to live, like the wild meadow grass

all is a sacred space
all in a pages race
real as the engine of steam and it’s tune

catherine of pages place
how could i forget your face
you were the one that held me
i was the fool that let you go.


(c) s.watts



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Gul Zamani

Zaman gul zamani bu yaz
Beklenmeyen heyecan
Goncolanan katmerlerde
Eriyen rengin hasretim kokun
Zaman gul zamani umidim 
Kan kirmizi sevgim diken
Operim yapraklarini aglarken
Zaman gulse umid nefese yagmur
Tirmandi goklere gul yurudu
Alevinde sevginin gul zamanin


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Elaine

Sweet lady I remember 

doesn't seem that long ago

we were both so young and alive

in love's new born glow

laughing in the sunshine 

we could love away the rain

don't you think there's a chance to bring it back again


Started mixing our whiskey

with something much too strong

we both made a turn somewhere

and we both knew it was wrong

I know I left some scars on you 

I know how you must feel

Don't you think with some time those scars could heal

but we keep changing like the seasons

and we get uptight for different reasons

but that would make my song too sad

If we gave up on what we had"

Now we both settled down some

and loves' sweet glow is gone

If there ain't some way we can bring it back

I don't know if we can carry on'

There's no fire burning now

but there's still some coals I swear

I know we could get that fire burning 

if we gave ourselves some air

So I'm sorry I upset you

I'm sorry that I made a scene

I'm sorry that I got uptight

and said things that I didn't mean

but I never will forget you

and how the time has been

If there was someway I could make it right

I would do it all again

but we keep making up excuses

and it seems like trying would be useless

But I can't picture life without you

I still love everything about you

And we keep changing like the seasons

and we get uptight for different reasons

but that would make my song to sad

If we give up on what we had

sweet lady I remember

doesn't seem that long ago


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Till We Meet Again

Under the sun Under the moon Under the stars
I'll wait here for you
Threw the wind Threw the rain Threw the snow
Our heart will always grow
Over the mountains Over the seas Over the miles
I wish you were here with me
In our words In our letters In our e-mails
That's all that matters
Without our honesty Without our trust Without our love
That wouldn't be enough
Out of hate Out of anger Out of war
My love will be forever yours
With our hopes With our dreams With our prayers
We will always be forever there. . ..




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A BEACH-GOER DISAPPOINTMENT

Spending an early morning by the iridescent bay,
body delighted by a whipping breeze:
it's humid and hazy under swollen clouds
that foretell an up-coming storm;
on both side of the parkway
cars speed by, and drivers
have no clue that a traffic cop
is scanning it on the radar!
Some may not go far:
there, the flashing lights of the siren;
I am glad that I obey that law,
while some offenders smirk at a fine!

As the wailing wind progresses on,
so does the intensity of the muggy air;
it supposed to be a festy, sunny day
to unwind and enjoy some sun,
but does Nature think that nasty weather is fair
or is it spiteful, unyielding and tricky?

On a rough checker's table made of oak,
I'm writing my observations 
as beach-goers seem to have deserted it;
on a normal day it echoes of music,
of voices so loud and deep!
Now, hungry pigeons and seagulls
feast on wiggling fish,
unmarred by my presence...
that can provoke my appetite,
thinking of a tasteful dish!

Tired of walking the long stretch of beach,
I take off my tinted sunglasses
smudged by dripping sweat;
I'm burning like a lizard in need of relief...
my sunscreen has worn off!
Few more steps, the car door opens:
clothes neatly folded on the back seat,
raindrops hit the windshield as I pick up speed!


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MOMENTS LIVED INTO A SILVER NIGHT...

Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!

Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!

Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?

Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?

We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!

Moments lived into a silver night... 
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice: 
where the legendary Marco Polo slept, 
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light! 


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Marie I-- Covenant To Thee

We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee


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Last Will & Testament

To Mr. Otto Osips Ochs
My friend, the dream is exhausted
But as long as you chase it, I will follow
Mr. Dylan Thomas 
Perhaps destiny it’s self will spare us
To yours, mine, our struggle 
Their smiles
Here’s to serenity 
Accept this peace
To those who do not understand 
Perhaps you never will
To Forsythe 
Orange monkeys, brown bricks
To Fallen days 
Summer musk smirks
So we wish upon autumn stories
And still recall a sudden May
The Garden district 
Birds feed, individuals chirp
The sudden closure that lurks
To holidays 
Like people they come, they go
To Knowledge
What is good language?
Ignorance, my southern king
My Etruscan dancer 
Kiss the mistletoe of your beloved tragedy
Emerson
I beg of you 
Keep your self reliance
So I ask you, what do you do?
When life points all its fingers at you?
To End, despair, and happiness
Why not just coexist within struggles
To the most adorable infants
I insist that you cry
Because in the future 
When things go not your way
Your peers and I 
Will simply tell you to stop whining
To harmony 
I’d rather have your faults than marry
My well wishers
It’s been fun
Children 
I insist that you play
Enjoy the withered ways of the hours that fade
When life begins to settle around you
You begin to only focus on 
What you have to do
To the harlots I lay with in
You can do better than me
To those whom stood foot in sand
Wrap your self in a warm memory and let it be
To fatal attraction 
What ever happened to you?
Caesar
Until the end, my friend
Brutus
My lord this is as far as we go
To my viewers 
I leave you my despair
My expired whereabouts
My truth in well being
Deceit 
I leave you my absence on days I do not miss
My love
My only beleaguered wish
To life
The darkness I continue to kiss
To my conscience
I cannot get over you
To the world 
The end, all is yours
To our sun
The moon, the blemishing
To Phoebe 
Be eternal, mark, and benefit from it
To relinquishing 
I keep trotting
To this decision in essence
Where will I go? 
For now, I do not know
But maybe that’s the significance in the matter
To Colorado 
I look forward to our rendezvous and tryst
To departure
A lavender scent
To laughter
A soothing melody to present
To my tears 
You are nothing more than failing worries
To Eternity 
Time seems wounded, love please hurry
To Monroe Louisiana 
Maybe I’ll see you all around sometime
As for my will 
I leave none, it carries on within me



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LIKE SPRING

There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon.
In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything.
When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn!
Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring.

For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on.
Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything.
But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone!
And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring.

Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on.
Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything.
For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn!
Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.


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Ring Around The Pumpkin

For the bounty of the earth
Come Ye thankful people come
For it is Autumn
And the leaves are coming down
Run run sweet John Barley Corn
Let's play ring around the pumpkin
As the harvest moon shines
On the jingle jangle scarecrow
For I'am just a little acorn
Bounded for another harvest home
As the wind shakes the barley
Like a slow Thanksgiving waltz
For our farmers sets the table
To a wondrous haymakers hoedown
For we bid ado to a Shokan's fairwell
And now thank we to all our God



Happy Harvest Time To All
Love Kathy And Jenny
May God Be With You 


Just Another Song Working On LOL
Let Me Know What Ya Think   Please


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THE BOOK OF THE WISE WAYS

The Faeries of Heartstone 
inlaid The Wise Ways 
In a bound book 
In the Kings' Library 

Illuminated words 
So carefully bound 
A journal too... 
Inside, all the names, 
of all the Kings and Queens 
and all who had served before 
Such beauty you never saw 

The opened book 
Warm glow 
Chapters and words 
Spilled across the pages 
Colourful illustrations 
Recording the seasons and ages 

The words 
The love of all things 
The whispering trees 
The love of all seasons 
The love of winds 
The love of starlight 
The love of sunbright 

The chapters unfold 
With colour 
With gold 


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THE PRINCE OF THE NORTH

The icy wind blows down........ 
Snow flurries fall from the Princes' Crown 
Inside that wintry glow............ 
Is a heart beating............. 
Wanting love so....... 
Wanting this meeting.......... 

Who can touch the heart? 
Of a prince aloof and cold? 
Which princess? ,the love can hold? 

Steel grey eyes........... 
Hidden sparkle too 
The shyness revealed 
The Prince of the North to take.............. 
The beauty of every snow flake, 
and lay before a princess a gift of love healed....... 
Upon a snowy field 

For ,the Princess gave a gift long ago.......... 
A gift,so bright 
So one day he might............. 
Venture forth from the cold land.......... 
Under the gift so............ 
The gift of the Northern Light, 
and ask for the hand 
of the Faerie Princess........... 

The Faerie Princess, 
and her dancing light 
brought to the North........ 
Something bright...... 
The heart began to melt.............. 
Of the Prince that saw her 
Upon a snowy field 
and his heart did yield 


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Are You Ready For Christmas?

Are you ready for Christmas~have you lifted the tree
Are your lights through Christ shining bright~for everybody to see
				(everybody should see)

Your good deeds and your gifts of love~that you're presenting to Him
And they'll praise God above for His Son~the gift He's given to them


Are you ready for Christmas~will you surprise Him this year
With the harvest of love and faith~bidding others come near
				(bid all others come near)

To the banquet of Christ the King~don't let your candles grow dim
In the room of your heart prepared~because this day is for Him


Now are you ready for Christmas~carolling of His birth
Retelling Jesus' death to life~til He returns to this earth
				(He'll return to this earth)

With His angels and trump of God~forever we'll be with Him
So share this joy with the world like the shepherds of Bethlehem


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A HEARTSTONE CHRISTMAS EVE

In the Great Hall
A gem glowed
Softly
Within its' heart
Much love flowed
 
So many....
Have come so far...
On Christmas Eve
On a clear night
By the light of the stars
 
A trail lit by stars
That swirled above
That swirled below
Soft light
Faerie love
Faerie glow
 
The turrets and spires
Pierced the night sky
Reflected light
Of stars
Of Faeries
Of love
For you and I
 
It was Christmas Eve
At Castle Heartstone
The soft light
That lay in your heart
That lay in a gem
Glowed
Let the magic weave
Love and stars
On this night


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WARM RAIN GUSHES FROM THE BRIGHT SKY

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
to free all clouds of their heavy weight
and nourish everything below...
even the dry beak of a sparrow;
we didn't ask for it and yet
it came unexpectadly
to end our physical thirst...
another reminder of mercy!

The thirsty crows invade  
the drenched meadows,
once so dried-out and yellowed,
to resemble an arid desert;
water sustains life on this planet...
and allowes the low rivers to overflow
when winter can't bring any snow;
then...is all hope useless?

There'll be lots of  beautiful flowers this spring,
even those silent bells will joyfully ring;
a brighter sun will radiate... 
illuminating our path until evening:
so much joy in our singing,
a perfect time to meditate!

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
surprise sparkles in the unbeliever's eyes;
doubts make us unhappy and weak...
considering the dark side of things!
Vision makes us soar above the awesome stars, 
while despair causes our souls to die!   







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Grand Kaleidoscope

The world's a grand kaleidoscope comprised of shuffled scenery. It shares its everlasting grace as we walk amongst its majesty. Green geysers sprout from earthen springs with herbal shards as ornaments. The blossoms of the world parade to the joy of floral increments. Somewhere wet winds from sunken skies are lapping at the copper shores, while boiling citric blood erupts from the depths of tawny mountain cores. Small sugar stars come shooting down from ivory puffs like joyous tears, and raging river rapids roar at the royal sky so crystal clear. A veil of sable feathers whisks across the evening's coral lake; the sparkling sprites of moonlit night promenade throughout its dusky wake. The choral cries of quadrupeds resound from caves and forests deep, while busy pinion-folk take wing to their nests where helpless hatchlings sleep. A searing guild of golden tongues cascades from mouths of ashen gales, and passive clouds of floating dew skim along the rugs of vernal vales. A school of silver shadows dance beneath cerulean sheets of glass, while frail auroral arthropods play amongst the rows of emerald grass. Somewhere a frozen pyramid is rising from a powdered sea, while bright prismatic tapestries serenade the heavens' purity. The world's a grand kaleidoscope, revolving, free from mortal strife. Can not we learn to cherish it, as we turn its fragile shades of life?


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LOSING WHAT'S NOT MINE

Escaping reality
seems the only way
to really feel free;
lying back on a soft meadow,
looking up to see
the scarlet moon 
rushing against another shadow...
before the coming of dawn!

Losing what's not mine,
its very hard of letting go,
because it took more
that faith to get where I am...
and only be left with pride! 

I took a forgotten dream,
and turned it into a vision:
to set the mood of passion...
to steadly touch, not just feel!

Losing what' not mine
makes me doubt the meaning 
of those unconvincing words;
how did I fell for a lie so unforgiving,
too unpleasant to be remembered by time... 
to which everything belongs?

Every star has gone to another sky,
and the pale moon won't leave;
how should I forget about Eve,
if I have no strength to cry?

  


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A MOON ADORNED WITH DREAMS

A childhood lived apart
from the usual existence,
made innocence more intense;
watching raindrops
from unclosed windows...
while welcoming a shivering skylark!

A moon adorned with dreams
gleamed over shadowy hills,
taking me to their forbidden realm;
and as my little arm stretched out
to reach it...the further it seemed
to move deeply into space,
arousing my curiousity
and making me aware of infinity,
of which I measured no distance...
to avoid controversy and doubt!

An entire adulhood being
the jack-of-all-trades, never having
enough time to stop and stare
at a moon adorned with dreams,
whose smile was as alluring as its glare...
with the intention to deceive!

A moon adorned with dreams
arouses my old emotions...
drawing me to its extraordinary charms;
somehow relieving my unspoken grief,
which is as irresolute as of  my belief! 
Its face so dotted and pale
shouldn't be so plausible,
or nevertheless graceful,
but it constantly changes like me...
to find its destined place in eternity!




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THE FAERIES OF HEARTSTONE

Small darting lights, 
through the whispering trees 
Through Heartstone 
Faerie flights 

A castle cannot be... 
Without a faerie 
Magic in the air 
What it all means, 
to you and me 

Lilting song 
from a Heartstone faerie 
Will touch you deep 
This where your heart does belong 

Love filled the air 
Music too 
Soft faerie light 
The colour, so rare 

Where it all began 
Lost in time 
The faeries found 
A land sublime 
The kings wrought 
A castle 
The faeries blessed the ground 

Through out the years 
Faeries were here, 
through laughter and tears 
Weddings 
The coming of the darkness 
Faeries,                                                                                                                                 
were always there 

Small darting lights 
Through the whispering trees 
Through me 
Filled me with colour 
If you could only see... 
The heartstone 
what can be


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I felt. ( written in 1989.)

Hello my fair weather friend,
  nice to see you again.
Lost the gleam in my eye,
  felt my soul had died.
Felt my anger turn to rage,
  Felt I was once again in a cage.
Felt my heart get torn in two,
  And around me was no you.
I wanted to run and hide,
   Instead sat alone and cried.
I felt no power in my hands,
  Felt as if I was sinking in the sand.
I shaded my eyes from the bright sun,
  And spoke to no one.
Then you fell,
  To you I have so much to tell.
I know you`ll only stay a while,
  but my friend you made me smile.
I know I will fill you on your next passing,
  For my love of rain is ever lasting.   


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A WISH FOR RICHNESS

It may sound foolish or even insane
to have a wish for richness or fame,
and it's perfectly normal and human 
to long for things we don't have;
but it's morally wrong to use them
against others...for one's greed and gain!

That conviction comes from inside,
uncovering the unclearness of doubt...
without being afraid of answers so dark;
faith seems worthless without a vision in the mind..
be persistent in seeking gold with an enormous risk,
and many will try a thousand times until they find it! 

A small seed will grow into a rich harvest...
sun-nurtured and rain-quencher before sunset,
and all these things you desire
are obtained through prayer;
don't heed the cynic's advice:
push forward  with endless stride!

A wish for richness has different motives,
discard the unworthy ones, consider the good ones;
curiousity and effort make people successful,
'till their empty basket is completely full!
Never did I see  believers struggle for food;
it was given because they bow down to a true God! 

Real food comes from the fertile earth,
those who eat it will not know early death;
millions of people die from man-made diseases:
cigarettes, drugs, alchool, and promiscuous sex;
if these are to continue, there'll be no one left!  

Be considerate of others...don't do anything
you don't want to be done to yourself;
have the kindest heart overflowing with giving:
never stop at anything, if someone laughs;
your determination is the result of dedication:
let all watch and envy you for your perception!       


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ASK FOR AN ABUNDANT HARVEST

Prayers are answered by choice or creed...
if faith is stronger than belief;
put that glimpse of imagination to work,
and simply believe in yourself:
it will come to pass while you're awake, 
because determination leads everyone to believe!

Ask for an abundant harvest,
and be specific in your request;
and if it is earnest and motivated...
your wish will be granted!

Look out to the lulling grain and corn fields,
someone has planted their seeds...
soon to be sawed in an abundant harvest;
no one but God has the power to bless!

This truth was egoistically hidden from me,
hypocrites and deceivers told me otherswise:
to try my luck in gambling and giving money away;
what grief and disappointment I accrued from their lies!

Ask for an abundant harvest,
knowing that everything given
won't ever be forsaken;
but don't let folly make you one of the least!

Curse is equal to deserved pain,
because it has the same result,
and guilt is even greater than sin;
consider all before you answer your call! 

Ask for an abundant harvest,
with hands and eyes lifted up;
He will hear you...though you speak in a whisper:
distance won't stop God from opening His door! 
 


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SWELLING WITH PRIDE

This is a breezy and starry night,
with no strange sounds to induce its mystery;
lingering with sadness is the loneliest heart
opening the pages of an unfinished diary...
as I sit alone drinking my bitter wine,
but it should be sweet to make me feel fine!

Has anyone seen me swelling with pride,
wrapping my arms around her hips
and pressing on her soft and scented lips...
until my wild kisses would make my sweetheart fall:
wasting not a minute to convince her how I felt inside?
How could her jealousy have been the cause of imagination?  
I couldn't help being noticed by ladies of indiscretion...
if I resembled an Adonis standing on a pedestal!

Should I find anyone to explain this rage with easiness?
Would anyone be willing to stand by me
and allow me to be the kind of lover I try to be,
or let me die without ever knowing the feeling of fullness?
I still wait by the doogwood tree
where that pretty star stood still...
giving us another reason to stay longer
by the glimmering waters of the river!  

This is a peaceful and wonderful night
hearing the invisible crickets share their delight;
I lie beneath the shadows of tall trees,
and make my wish for more dreams:
hoping to never feel this cold,
being fully loved and understood...
 
Consumed by incomprehension,
somehow swelling with pride,
and yet I rest amid the dreams of incompletion;
my restless spirit has wings to soar high,
but it needs the strongest wind to lift it up...
and make it float 'till it can't stop!


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THE BRAMBLE ROSE

Deep in summer wood 
where beauty grows 
This garden, 
home of the bramble rose 

This high wall 
bordered in pink 
The bramble rose, 
high above us all 

Soft ferns of jade 
This green,                                                                                                                       
does not fade 
Hidden delights to be seen 

Delicate blooms with petals of pink 
nestle with flowers of deep yellow 
Such colour, makes you blink 
Fills you with wonder so 

Moss covered stone, 
gentle trickle of stream 
I am alone 
In the garden of my dream 

Blue butterflies abound 
Hear the bird song, 
all around 
Soft hum of  bees, 
through the trees 

The bramble rose 
encircles the dell 
How wonderful is grows, 
by the old well 

The soft scent 
from the bramble rose 
Its' pastel pink flower, 
enriches me so, 
as I sit beneath this shady bower 

This garden seat 
beneath bramble rose 
Away from the heat, 
leave behind your woes 

Sit back and enjoy, 
hum of bees through the trees, 
Colours to make you blink 
from flowers yellow and pink 
Deep in summer wood 

This garden, 
deep in summer wood, 
where beauty grows 
Home of the bramble rose 


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Promises Whispered Unspoken

She blew a sigh of Summer wind
A breeze to taste the air
A cooling mist a feeling missed
A gentle hint of rain
Sunlight filtered through the leaves
To settle on her face
There was no way
This lady fey
Was of the human race
I shivered in the Summer heat
Pine needles sticking in my feet
Sweat wet tee shirt
Sudden chill
She moved in close to take her fill
Whispered wood songs almost heard
Sweet chatter rings of myriad birds
Then stroked my palm
And disappeared


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tome of days

And I’ll sail forever 
My ocean of mischief
A sea of comfort
My hymn of peace 
Love comes with in the drift
My heart tears from the rift
Life my burden to hold 
Above my shoulders in lift

And I’ll sail forever
The moments 
that flatter our cheeks 
A child, A fleet 
Of inspiring smiles 
Our happiness our triumph
The displeasure in vows 
My judgment in trials 
An episode relaxed 
Racing for miles 

Who’s to tell me 
I cannot sail 
Toward which wind wanders
I am but a sun lit rise
Growing ale 
Most prisoners ask for freedom
Letters of ordinary tales 
Photographs and mail
But I think 
I will forever sail

I thank you for your comments
I acknowledge them, I walk on
In search of wonders
Stress free, a place to belong
Don’t you wish you were home
I’m writing for pictures 
An image clear 
Yet no one sees
Then again who am I to be
I’m only running with the sea 


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WINTER GEESE

As the geese flew north
Their honking cries
Could be heard
In clear Autumn skies

Heading home
For a winter
At Heartstone

Filled with stories
From the south
A gentle wind
Pushed them ever northwards
Grey wings, beating with ease

On a starkly beautiful day
Forty two geese
Flew through winter sun
To Heartstone
Where they will stay


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song bird

Raven all around, beautiful, for God must have love you, once again,
saw beauty, love isn't in the eyes of beholder,  but in the heart, 
Red bird with one white wing, God must have seen your beauty.
awesome would like to many of you, Heart of gold but slow in
mind you see with your heart not your eyes or mind how profound
you are different with the Raven so many but know one see its
true beauty, wishes at the wishing well, a raven drop a penny
in for you, a angel send a penny from apon just to kiss your sweet lips the 
golden heart of a different kind of love. bye and bye how they love only
to say good bye from above like the dove pure in heart and mind from
the most high on a throne of love.


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THAT SONG OUR LIPS SING

Peaceful and bright night
full of wanderous stars
catch us kissing...
feeling so lost
in the whispering pine trees;
and there's no shame in giving
ourselves to heartfelt joys to stimulate
sensations in our warm souls!

That song our lips sing
comes from the endless love we feel;
faithful woman...steal this childish heart,
longing for dreams never
dared to be sought!
That song our lips sing
was born  yesterday,right here...
when loneliness suddenly
turned into happiness;
when we vowed never to fear
the unhappy and envious
faces of others!

Peaceful and bright night
full of wanderous stars...
fulfill our needs and desires,
because only night was made for love,
for people who never have enough to give:
like that song our lips sing!


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THIS SENTIMENTAL SEASON

When warm and gentle winds
flutter and lull the lustruous lilacs
so discontent of the primroses,
the drooping willows
deepen in their sorrows,
and as in an angelic apparition:
there comes into view
a friendly ballerina dressed in blue
to perform an ardent ballet
in her red dancing shoes that match
her golden,glazing barrette...
unlikely a hand-manipulated marionette!

Unpretentious and pretty ballerina,
invent another unrealistic aurora...
like the one that appears in the northern sky,
to make believe that is still daytime:
to attune your mood to a symphonic music
that can be enjoyed by us! 

When the blue-jays refuse to sing,
use your rhythmic swing
to overwhelm us with sheer delight;
this sentimental season 
repletes with amazing surprises:
to render and choose,
to keep in our thoughts and heart
the purpose of true reason!

Irresistible and elegant ballerina,
perform a dance rarely seen by critics...
be of a joyful spirit without nostalgia,
be remarkable in your gestures and steps;
a daisy opens its petals at sunrise,
invulnerable joy carries you to crimson skies...
to increase your strenght and make you shine
more than the radiant sun above the horizon...   


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A NEW SEASON

A NEW SEASON

The city has been laid siege,
Distruction and pillage are all around.
The walls of the city,
Have fallen to the ground.
A new planting season has begun.
Large harvast begin to reap,
It's bountifulness.
The inhabitance of the city,
Celabrate a new growing season.
Voices of children,
Playing in the town square.
The sun kisses the new season,
With a large harvest.
A celabration begins,
The new year.
A NEW SEASON

by
Norman Geary


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THE ROAR OF A DEPARTING AIRPLANE

Like the dreams in your daily horoscope
that come alive within the pages of an astrology' book...
written by someone who reads into the distant stars:
the roar of a departing airplane, disappearing into clouds,
is your crude awakening to reality...
finding everything else, but me!

I booked my flight in a hurry last night,
everything we  secretly shared lost its sense of delight;
I shouldn't remember when the times
when I came to you and brought you roses!

Like all the words that sound too sweet,
I let them go inside me so true and deep;
another destination, another lonely city...
where I'll settle down and face a clueless destiny!
There I'll find more women easy to love,
making no demands, pretenting to give;
in their arms,with skin smelling of perfume,
I'll  dream of you...when those roses bloom!

Nothing can keep me here,
even pity can't move me;
we started a passion full of flames,
forgetting about our tender ways!
Everything seemed everlasting...
never thinking of a sad ending! 

The loud road of a departing airplane
shouts off the sound of this voice;
I ask for forgiveness with my tears,
but you can't be found anywhere!


     


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seasons change.

listen to the fall breeze as it blows across empty fields into hollowed sounds of a
summers past,
gone are the triple digest temperature, summer romance, sleeping all morning and staying
up all night,
ski's darken earlier, lights dim faster, there are no sound of late night games, BBQ's are
children's laughs,
the colors of the leafs change as the warm ski's flee, cool nights become colder and early
morning hours bring no light,
like a jilted lover summer is gone with out a word, no good bye, no see you later, you
just look up and what once was, is no more,
the summer of '07 is a thing of the past,. now it's remember when, or how about the time,
memories of hot days cool kisses and the one who took your breath away,
no more out of town trips , sleep overs, camp, swimming all day at the lake, or at the
pool or walks on the beach shore,
look over there, here comes cold nights, rainy days, never warm enough family and all the
winter holidays,
look to the west one last time as the sun sets,
can you hear the summers rhyme  
smile.... like all the others, this summer was the best,
now look to the east, listen here comes winter time.    
        


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WHERE THE SNOW LAY

When Autumn became a Winters' day 
The snow flake falling 
That Winter Queen lay........... 
She heard the Heartstone calling 

Her sleigh, gold and light 
The reindeer, sure footed too 
They carried her on the frosty night 
The Whispering Trees changing hue 

The fresh fallen snow, 
covered the green so 
The chuckle of Winter Elves 
their feet, leaving tracks below 

Tiny glowing lights 
The Whispering Trees, 
guided the Queen 
Where the snow lay............ 
To the Castle gate, 
upon her sleigh 

The quiet of Winter......... 
The fireside glow 
The Castle ............. 
Covered in snow 
The only sound.......... 
A hoot of owl......... 
To be found 

The berries,so red............. 
On the holly bushes, 
by the Great Hall 
Dusted with snow........... 
Just like in winters 
from long ago 

The cold night........ 
Beginning to shorten 
The snow disappearing......... 
Early light 

Time to go 
The Winter Queen saw.......... 
How the frost began to thaw......... 
The ending of snow 

The last visit to the Great Hall......... 
Marvelling at the Tapestries glowing...... 
What they can say...... 
The Heartstone ,on the wall........ 
The hitched up sleigh 

For Spring is coming soon....... 
The dipping down........ 
Of a wintry moon 
The last frost afternoon 
Winters' crown 


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THE LENGHT OF THE SKY

The lenght of the sky
 has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!

Soon after the gleams
of the awaited dawn,
I wake up and find you near me;
my hands touch you softly
with gentleness...
such morning should be
the happiest one
for anyone without sin,
and eases his mind
by calling forth
pleasing thoughts
and wouldn't lose touch
of seeing them come around...
without hearing a sound!

The lenght of the sky
 has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!

Soon after the present tore apart
the past now bygone,
delightful days and warm nights
wait for us...so eager to know  again
the pleasant satisfaction
and feel again the lost happiness!

The lenght of the sky 
has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!

Let's spend a minute
in contemplation;
let's not test 
His greatness,
because, in our observation,
we may find ourselves speechless...
facing the mysterious sky
that can't keep secrets from us!

The lenght of the sky
 has no limit;
allow me
to take you
to the infinite...
to the endless blue!


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BITTER SQUALOR

Poverty and rage is all he sees
in a furtive,doleful glance,
and the brightly-colored lights
cannot console the wretched soul
of his malnourished,shivering body:
bundled up in rags and visible to all
the hurriendly and careless passerbys,
who seem blind in their own pretense...

He rejects the mournful sounds
interfering with his needed sleep;
and yet,he lifts his drooping head
to peak around the wratful trees
to assure himself that 
the wooden and metal shack
is well-secured and safe;
his numberless doubts delve deep...


In the middle of a furious February,
winter has failed to invite the generous sun 
to warm up his frosty home so run-down;
an impoverished home in which he repulsed luck
that could have turned his life around;
his regret is an unremissible remedy:
consumed by a wishful valor
that ended in bitter squalor....


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IF HE TURNED AWAY FROM YOU...

If he turned away from you,
what are you going to do;
you promised yourself to be his only,
but your closed eyes dreamed for too long
before they opened up to face reality...
in a way that could only bring the saddest word!

What will ever happened to that dream
you helped him build:  hope by hope,
joy by joy and tear by tear... believing
it all would be soon realized and nothing
could ever go wrong,because it looked so perfect;  
isn't it the most horrible awakening?

If he turned away from you,
what are you goind to do;
will he ever forget your beautiful face
with those pretty eyes unafraid of darkness... 
honest eyes that never lied,
but faithfully loved and cried!

Spring or summer
fall or winter...
there's was no favorite season,
because love found ,by luck,
the right heart to grow into...
the most lovable heart
to start a passion a woman 
could never undo!

If he ever turned away from you,
what are you going to do;
will you stop loving him
as you always did,
walk away like he never was yours,       
meant anything or even existed!?
Will you throw away all his pictures
and look for someone you can love?


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Spring

A new beginning opening up.  The buttercup,
The daffodil, the song bird's trill.  Like being
Young again the bursting forth with the new
Without a thought  of rembmebering.  Recalling
Not the toil and strife of winter's blight, but,
Wallowing in the joyous birth as we seek to
Bathe ourselves in it as if it never was before.

Old winter left his mark - a blow.  The pounding
Of the wind and drifting snow.  Dreariness is  In
Our Thanks and makes its way into our soul. 
Lest we complain, we strive again to make our
Way to something sweet, a fond retreat into
The  mind of fresh and new.

Dreaming of a summer's day.  A trip to some
delicious beach with sparkling water in our
reach and running sand between our tows.
And, so it goes till spring is here and nature
plays her symphony of life again.