April's mist has filtered the early sunrise,
Meadows spread their blankets of colored rainbows
Newborn lambs have nestled in clover cradles,
christened by dewdrops
By Carrie 3/17/15
For Craig's Contest: Sapphic Stanza Number Three
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2015
Hope Came One Day, Like A New Cool Spring Rain
Heartache deep, it was breaking granite stones
sun eclipsed on that raging fateful day.
He felt it, the blues down deep in his bones
lost love hurts, love hurts, as they often say.
She came on like lovely dancing whirlwind
such awesome beauty in her raven hair.
Becoming his hot lover and best friend
now he finds her love lost is just not fair.
He aching for days on that summer beach
and beautiful visions of her deep joy.
Her gone, life sought to miserably teach
realization she was never his toy!
Hope came one day, like a new cool Spring rain.
Any broken heart can find love again!
Robert J. Lindley, 10-30-2015
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Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight
He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine
The trees are budding, flowers bloom
And shades of gentle green abound
The birds of spring so sweetly sing
While kissed by rays of sunlight
How father-like the sun looks down
In glorious warmth and light
To see the things his fire brings --
The miracle of sunshine
From east to west he travells on
In grandly royal golden robes
A pilgrim man, that once began
Benignly sending raylets
As here I watch th'unfolding spring
And bask in beams of heaven's king
I think of monarchs, once divine
Whose wond'rous kingdoms once did shine
This sun hath missed not one poor soul
But fondly with a tender touch
Hath kissed the maids that dwelt in glades
Of distant lands now vanished
Now all, I think, once gently kissed
Have sung the praise of heaven's rays
And all, it seems, that Sun hath wist
Have tracked his run throughout their days
His rhythmic climb and equal fall
While heeding Nature's firmest call
His constant change, yet still the same
When once returned from whence he came
A mystery, a miracle
At times a friend, at times severe
But each new day at Dawn's approach
Reveals the kiss of sunshine
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2013
And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth
I stand among the reeds in the basin
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
My Wishes are Simple
My wishes are simple,
my desires few,
to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.
My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,
to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.
My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,
my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,
healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.
Copyright © Scribbler Of Verses | Year Posted 2013
Upon a tree, the one tree, in the field,
Branches and leaves hang loosely from the trunk,
Providing protection to those concealed;
A soft leaf provides an egg with a bunk.
The small white shell sits in the settlement,
full of distrust, remorse and betrayal.
It has been abused by the elements,
one of mother nature's fallen angels.
Close inspection shows a crack on the side,
seemingly abandoned by any kin,
it fell far from home with the wind's high tide,
yet a small noise can be heard from within.
The white shell splits at the crack with a cry,
Now free, the little green hummingbird flies.
Written: March 21st, 2015 at 11:00 EST
Copyright © Veronica Capo | Year Posted 2015
Mother Mary appeared 18 times
Young woman Bernadette Soubirous
Announcing: “I am the Immaculate Conception”
Mother Mary helped Bernadette
Discover a hidden spring of grotto
That Spring was soon to become
Fountain of faith, hope
Healing for millions of pilgrims
Lourdes, truly a place of healing
Church recognizes 66 miraculous cures there
Thousands more have been reported
Lourdes a place they found peace
In coming to understand
Accept Eternal God’s will for them
To all who are sick in body and spirit
The Lord brings hope
Comfort through Our Lady of Lourdes
Copyright © Jacqueline R. Mendoza | Year Posted 2013
I always wait for a miracle spring,
The thawing snow and ice and everything.
Days again where the sidewalks are clean,
Going for walks and staying lean.
The sound of the birds chirping again,
I haven't heard them since I don't know when.
The sunshine cheery and bright,
You know the day will be alright.
The warm wind and breeze on my shoulder,
I know that I am somewhat older.
Relatives and friends that come now and then,
What a miraculous surprise, you know that when they arrive.
Many miracles and I am truly thankful,
Blessings so kind and divine.
Thanks be to God our Lord and master,
I hope the days and nights will slow down and not go faster.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
Copyright © Gwen von Erlach Schutz | Year Posted 2011
The waters clear as I stand by the river
I see the reflection of someone long ago
As the storms come in I know I can't let you go.
Rain pours at times in this life you've given
But the shadows fade when my prayers have risen
Your love for me I've never new until now
When I see the waters clear, my reflection seems so near.
As time goes on I know you are near
Just seeing the way you help me stand
Just seeing the way you remove the fear
It helps my weakness seem so clear
That without you I am small
But as I take your hand, the walls get knocked down
The waters clear, the reflection I see now,
is you in me, this my Lord helps to make me free.
Written by://©Betty Bolden
Copyright © Betty Bolden | Year Posted 2013
Spring gives sweet bursts of new life
rain and seed so very passionately embrace
soil awaits in the lover's hot bed
eternity moans for a soft virgin bride
Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2014
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014
roots turn mountain rock to soil
penetrate the heart
November 17, 2015
Copyright © Brian Johnston | Year Posted 2015
Life imitates something more-
Not itself, not its opposite
And not the universe they were born into.
Not even the souls it courses through like blood
Or the crushing blackness of its shadow.
It imitates the responsibility
It imitates the miracle;
The things we know and love everywhere
And the things we never hope to see;
The perfume of the forest, the first breath of spring
And the last breath of the last human,
Weak and meaningless like dust.
Yes, life imitates something more
But it isn't any of these;
It is not the miracle of birth
And it is not the miracle of death.
Now, and forever
It is the child of the two
And the mother of them as well:
Copyright © Dylan White | Year Posted 2015