God is always love
Forever seek the kingdom;
Praise the creator
Keep giving what you can give
Please endure until the end
Protecting the meek ones earth
Watching over us
Helping us to cope with life
Comforted with hope and trust
When you find rhythm
You find your hearts inner core
Celebrate the times
Make them better than before
Reminisce and dance all night
‘‘A friend once in his youthful flight
Had found a beauty delight
Though distance stretched them in mileage
But their love was destined to find a page’’
A lark that sings in the morning bright
Ke-ke-li, O Kekeli! My beautiful light
The hanging garden upon my sight
Hands of fate has woven a happy home
A love of current, stronger than the Law of Ohm
Invigorating, a love connected at heart
Which God designed never to part
Where there is love,they say there is a way
Our love I believe is here to stay
Kekeli, my beloved, sing me a serenade
A song of an angel’s grade
That in heaven’s clime pervade
Sing it across space and time
And make it last like a rhyme
My beloved Kekeli! You’re my light
You’re my Hephzibah, my only delight
Thou art fairer than Friedan Betty
Thou art matchless in beauty
So calm and inviting like the blue sea
Beauty not to be told but for eyes to see
Behold my mistress of fair skin
Eyes of diamonds, pure and pristine
O Tell me, you whom I was made to love
One, unique in your choicest apparel
Lips of zebra stipes set with a berry
The hanging petals of a blossom cherry
Chief among all my thousands buddies
O Kekeli! The only ruby my finger shall find
And wouldn’t be ashamed to be called uxorious
"For as a young man marries a virgin
so shall your sons marry you, and as
the bridegroom rejoices over the bride,
so shall your God rejoice over you". Isa 62:5
My knees were the things that
kept me up and my skin is my
cutting board my eyes are the
rain clouds to the fire running
down my arms and my heart is
the fire place that keeps me
burning so calm
Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?
Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.
And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.
I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep.
Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.
And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.
I do not know?
Well we are already a couple of months in so i just wanted to say welcome.
this will be a new journey for the both of us, so i hope it will be awesome.
I will try to write more than usual this year, I promise. :)
What would help tho if you readers would send me topics and stuff to help me write about things cuz my mind goes way faster than my fingers and i cant think of just one thing. lol. so thank you readers. plz comment and tell me your thoughts.
To sit in the confines of knowledge
At a desk the colour of porridge
An air of unescapable heat
At a desk the colour of wheat
The lure of the Mail Online
At a desk the colour of brine
Looking at Jamie Kirby's broken leg
At a desk the colour of regret
Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near
inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954
With a devastating voice
To calm your mindset and change
Ironing the game to be fine
But elders are starving
While they are looking after the livestock
I will just scrutinize what is visible
Or am I out of context?
If it makes you forlorn
It is you who have a spot on a trail
Or if I’m wrong, correct me
Don’t let the neighbor to laugh at me
An ancient accepted wisdom
What my peers are scared to talk?
Thoughts far away
Belief of growing up beings
As the heavens open to brighten the upcoming new day
Shades of torn yet frail species that vegetate around the everglades
In slight of hand when to understand from;
Under The Blue sky awaits the brand new day
(or) Those Summer Days With Danny
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Where We Walked Along The Shore
Beside Star-Fish Strewn On The Beach
Tossed Above The Ocean's Floor ...
Where Danny Surfed The Waves
and Raced The Crested Curls
& Showed How To Ride Water-Roller-Coasters
To His First Love's (Gidget) Girl ...
With Ocean's Roar In Our Ears
and Echoes of Found Seashells
We Would Kiss & Say ... 'I Love You'
& Write It, So Sands of Time Would Tell ...
... of Summer Days With Danny
Where The Sun Became Our Clock
The Day Stood-Still & Dipped In Ponds
As Spray Dashed Upon Pier-Rocks ...
Where We Sat & Made Our Plans
of A Future For First Love
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
Beneath A Beach-Umbrella-Cove
In Those Days We'd Met 'Rider-Pete'
Who, Many Had Tagged 'Beach Bum'
But Pete Taught What He Lived & Loved
& Was A King When He Made Surf Runs! ...
Days of Seventeen, Picnics & Parties
Naiviette' & Swim-Wear, Nearly Nude
Showed The Glow of Beautiful Bodies
A-Glistening ... While Gleaming The Cube ...
and Falling In Love From High Altitudes
With A ... 'Raindrop On A Dam' ... Attitude
In Those Days With My Hot-Dog, Danny-Dude
Sharing Thrills of Lightning Tunnels Thru Tubes ...
With Danny & His Big Dipper
Who Was Like A Raider, Raised On Waves!
But Me On My Glass Slipper ...
Knew Which 'Big Ones' Not To Chase ...
In Those Summer Days of Beach Volleyball
Throwing Frisbees With Moon-Doggies & Girlfriends
But Our Favorite & Most Fun Hangout Was
In The Forum of 'Hanging Ten' ...
Into The Great Rolls of Sparkling Ripples
Paddling Out To Rush Riptides- Poured
When Life Was Stronger & Simple
... We Rose & Raced On Glossed Surfboards ...
To Return To Repose On Abandoned Blankets
While Watching Glorious Sunsets
In Those Summer Days With Danny
And First Love ... I'll Not Forget ...
Those Sun-Filled Days With Danny
That Season of Sweet, First-Love
of Ocean-Wave-Chariots, Riding Me ...
Like Sunshine Rides On Wings of Doves ...
... aahh ... Those Summer-Surf-Filled Days
Written & Copyrighted © : 5/27/2014
by: MoonBee Canady
Hand in hand
walk along the beach
Calming sounds of the ocean
feel that zephyr breeze
Secure n Content
Mind is at ease
Cant stop smiling
never felt like this before
In heavenly bliss
as we lay upon the shore
The scent of his cologne
His gentle caress
Sweet n tender kisses
Head rested against his chest
He stimulates my mind
Could it be that my heart has
A moment in paradise
It all seems so surreal
Perfect moments like these,
are the ones that truly suffice
This may be the beginning
of something beautifully real
The union of two souls
That were meant to congeal.
I want to travel...
I want to see the way
The stars look in the mountains
And the way the light meets you eyes.
I want to go to little coffee shops
And meet people
Who don't bother with masks.
I want to see the sun
Set against the water
With a million colors mirrored
Against the water better
Than any artist could ever display.
I want to dance in the rain
With not a care
Other than why your hands
Have left my hips
And when your lips will greet mine again.
I want to see the world,
But it's so much prettier
Threw your eyes.
HOLLYWOOD BEACH GULLS
Regrettably the sun was setting low
on wings of gulls all red and fiery eyed
they plucked the popcorn from our waiting hand
as if we had a dream to give to them
or sang a song they might have understood.
There in their shrilled descent they had such grace
my heart lept to an all time vibrant shrill
and wondered just how far their wings could fly
if only words of love could let us soar.
But words of love are only past regrets
of humping on the beach for me and you
after the gulls have found their nesting place
and making it on their own. Will I die
another death without the touch of you?
That bastard seagull. Wasn't he the shame
of Hollywood Beach that sunny afternoon
we met and we made love for real?
Not in St Johns
where I lived a mile from you
But in Hollywood Beach
where a drunk can be a drunk
but in goodf company
But we were just too drunk to remember,
like everyone else on the beach
all of us down from the great St Johns Blizzard,
doing what Canadians do best
staying drunk long enough to forget it all
when we got back home.
But in St Johns, we had the bitter cold as an excuse
for being drunk all of the time.
On Hollywood Beach, the gulls all knew
We didn't need an excuse,
we just did it.
What am I supposed to think? What am I supposed to say? All these lies you bottled up come sweeping, crashing with the tides. My footing's gone, the ocean real, but how am I supposed to feel? And here I am, a drowning mess, a loveless lie, I do protest. And here I am a drowning mess. So all those things you said to me? Where they just lies out of pity? So all those things you said to me? Or am I lost in salty waves? Yes I know my future's grave. Or am I lost in salty waves?And now the panic in my head, when I should be tucked up in your bed, reels and reels right here instead.I'm going down, a sinking ship, funny what name drips off my lips. It is not God, or Angles plenty, or even that I'm just damn ready To let go of the hell and the lies. I'm wishing for your gentle eyes. Or at least the way they always seemed, but perhaps that's just this salty dream. I have no clue what I'm to do! A drowning hopeless mess, for you-- think it's cute, and oh so funny, but here's the bitter truth now honey. I'm going down. There is no help. I can't be saved by God himself. I put my life, my whole world of trust, and you've thrown it away for lust. Well what the hell's a girl to do? I'm just so entranced by you!
In the slight of hand at the dead of night will stand
Hoping someday soon all will live to understand
The heart that will beat the tone of the feet
Love for sale
We ask for more yet for what?
In the passage of time their lies hurdles
I see the Moon and Stars smiling at you;
and the gray skies turn bright and blue.
The flowers of fun preen in fresh fragrance,
fishes in the stream of love dance...
To the rhapsodies of our twilight romance.
satin waves lapping the shore
foam swirls around my toes as we leave footprints behind in the wet sand.
We walk on the beach leaving behind memories
Of all the things we could have been.
Our last goodbye
looking at the waves
As this ends i wish you would stay
and i could curl up into your arms the way i used to.
you have to go
and we must say our last goodbyes
before we cave into each others arms.
Out on the beach with an amazing guy. The sun's so pretty, the sun's so bright. We're walking and talking about all our good times, against the world, hand in hand. Smiling and walking on the beautiful LA sand. We sit on a bolder and watch the sun set. It's an amazing day, one I will never forget. You slip your arm around me as we as we look at the beautiful sea. "I love you," I say as we feel the cool evening breeze. "I love you too," you say and pull out a small black box. I look at you, smile, and my heart stops. You open the box to reveal a beautiful ring. "Will you marry me?" you ask as my eyes fill with tears and my heart starts to sing. My smile gets wider as I say "yes". You pull me close to your chest. I gently kiss you as a tear rolls down my cheek. You brush it away and smile at me. "I love you," I say one more time. "I love you to baby," you say as you smile, "now your deffinitly all mine."
Today's the day, the day that starts the rest of our life. The day you become my husband, the day I become your wife. The last time I saw you was last night. But I woke up to a beautiful sight. A bouque of beautiful red roses lie on your pillow with a note on top. "I love you," it says, "and I can't wait to see you." I smile and whisper "I love you too." I take a shower and walk down to the beach to see how much is done. I step onto the hot sand and I feel the hot sun. It's almost done so I start to head home. I need to here your voice so I call your phone. "Hey babe," you say, "is everything okay?" I tell you everythings fine, I just need to hear you. I tell you I love you. You tell me you love me too. You say you have to go but you'll see me soon. "Okay, I love you," I say and look at the clock, it's almost noon. "I love you too," you say and the line goes dead. I look in the mirror and put my hands on my head. I smile and start to get ready for tonight. The first night of m new life.
I take a look in the mirror one last time. Just to make sure my beautiful dress is fine. I walk down to the beach and wait by the gate. I fix my veil and look at my friend. "You look amazing," she says and puts some flowers in my hand. "Thanks," I say and smile. I can't wait to walk down the aisle.
The wind is blowing, trees are bent.
It's time. I have to be out there!
Really need a board for rent
Else it's gonna be a nightmare.
For me and others beside me.
To listen to me complaining,
Observe me drooling at the sea,
Where windsurfers are now planning.
Oh how I hate and envy those
Who have a board now and a sail.
I watch attentively, I froze.
A sailor jibing on a rail.
What fascinates me in such sports?
Touch of nature? Wind in face?
Being on the water in shorts?
Adrenaline? The rush? The race?
I used to be obsessed with it.
Quit my job and fled to dessert.
Year past and it was time to rid
This lifestyle, it's a pure hazard!
Before it used to be hobby.
Romanced by palm trees and the sea.
Found self respect. In the lobby
We meet. Great sailing! You and me.
While in bed called out for harness.
You made big deal of wind and life.
I'll see ya. You fought the sadness.
With no wish asked me to be wife.
Turns out you never met the bar.
I'd rig up, grab kit, disappear.
You didn't wait on land. Too far.
Our paths diverged oh so clearly.
Despite laughs, closeness and great sex.
I'm young. Mistook it for real kick.
Depended on you, O'neill and Mexx.
You left me. That shit made me sick.
Never thought that I deserved it
But you surely wiped your hands clean.
Fell apart, screamed, could't handle it.
There was nothing of me left. Sin.
Never apologized for mess.
Wondered how was it? It bothered?
Moved on, settled for something less.
Partied, drank and found another.
You found a girl in two months time.
News just sliced me up in pieces.
Seems like yesterday you were mine.
It's ten years past. Have two nieces.
Did I forgive you? Do you care?
Wish I did. You caused me sorrow.
We never spoke again. Don't dare!
You vanished while I was hollow...
At the seashore, a late evening.
The scenic beauty; I am enjoying.
People are running;
So I am watching.
Writing an unfinished story;
Continuing from the moment of glory.
Shallow waves touches my feet;
Makes my feet neat.
I am back in my homeland.
And it is an epic weekend.
Sun is about to set,
And my feet are still wet.
Here comes the creepy dark cloud;
Making loud sound.
Thunder is striking,
Wind is blowing,
And I am singing;
A SAD SONG.
It starts dribbling,
And I am still sitting, soaking.
Ferns behind me are dancing;
As the wind is blowing.
The embracing scenic beauty,
Has become dirty.
Now it’s gloomy,
And I am feeling doomy.
Rain is washing off the black ink on my white paper,
So I am searching for my draper,
While I am still singing;
THAT SAD SONG.
Its pouring heavy;
And I am shaky.
The unfinished story; reamains unfinished.
Shaky makes me tired.
Still I am shivering,
And somebody is hugging;
It is my husband;
And I am being pampered.
He is cuddling;
While I am still shaking,
And I am now having a sound sleep.