To take you in these arms right now
flower you rise regal sunflower
Sparkling petals over a princess
Whispering silently and softly
I am your pilgrim
who would do battle
for your sweet loving hand
Fluttering in deep tongues of light
Waving lashes turning over inside the brain
Totally smitten in your shining jewels
silver dazzling in a milky smile
Shimmers in your deep delicious beauty love
Always will be forever with me
inside you my dream
Lady of light you shine a promise made
sparkling crowns a vision rose
The moon is my banner there and back
Standing on the edge with you
when sunsets dance their brilliance
This is were I make my peek
my total love open
I have to you
At those words
falling I am at you're feet
Worshiping the very ground
on which you stand out
Queen of hearts
who captured this soul beautiful
This I co wrote with someone whom I spent time with writing just to say it has taken to now to post for me this was a very special piece took months to write from a heart
My Son Moon and Star ~
Approaching the celebration of his Birth
cherishing the gift I received
within weeks of conception I knew
something amazing was in Creation ~
the Stars held a party
sending me with one of their own
Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky
It was magic It was destiny taking its flight.
In love with an October full moon
drawing and painting I liked
thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
caught in a loss of time
Hours going by as choosing my color
a wittness to three falling stars
A clear night sky sparkle's
A once Famous Star was sent
inspiring the tiny child inside ~
Never a doubt in my mind at all
child bearing was worth any pain received
yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
one to cherish and hold
My Son was born the following August ~
working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year
as the set of Leverage for 3 years .
Has done a Indie movie here
In Paris it was seen and honored
coming soon filmed in Portland ~
"The House of Last Things "
awaiting the credits , you will see
1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant
My Young Lion Mans dream ~
A proud mom I watch every show and the credits
as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
My Son & Moon and Star
A name you will all know ~
Happy Birthday to my creative Son
you will exist in my heart forever~
people are like stars,
some are younger,
some are older,
some are brighter,
some are darker,
some are bigger,
some are smaller,
but in the end we are all the same.
shining bright with our personality.
dont care about what other people think.
its their own opinion.
be unique,be you.
you are who you are, and who you are is all their gonna get.
so shine like a star!!!
ever so gently
in the softness
as the violin plays
under a full moon
dancing a waltz
in loves melody
in your earthly
my spirit rises
in beating wings
on the drums
in a flash
i hand you
as the sun
kisses the moon
a dancing groom
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
my pen this night
my thoughts though
strong are meek
my dreams are dreams
and that's all that they are
but until i make them come to life
they are as far away as the stars
stars at night are so numerous
i can not count
also are my dreams
an unset amount
the stars twinkle and move across
and my dreams they shine
and delight my mind
one star that is present
it is my sun
my dream ever present
is the only one
the sun it warms me
on winters day
my dream warms me
in various other ways
when the world turns
and my sun appears to go away
my dream is scattered
across the milky way
i count the stars
and dreams alike
of my delight
but dreams are all they are
until i bring them life
a dawning star
and bright day light
my heart and mind
wish with all their might
that i would bring my dream
into the light
"I wish I may, I wish I might
have this wish I make tonight."
and with the rising of the sun
dream and star become as one
My treasure chest
My treasure chest, is not a truth
It’s but a metaphor
For I have never dreamed of wealth
My treasure is much more
It’s filled with the moon, the stars at night
And the sun that shines each day
And the beauty of the darkest sky
That highlights milky-way.
It’s filled with trees, majestic trees
And birds that sing so sweetly
My treasure chest it be filled up
But never though completely
Everything that’s beautiful
Is in my treasure chest
It’s filled with all the countless things
That make me happiest.
My treasure chest is never ending
It goes on till forever
It’s filled with all the love that lives
And the sweetness of together
I need no other treasure chest
This one, it satisfies me
For me, I know with certainty
It contains eternity.
21 July 2013 @ 1018hrs.
Twinkle the stars in night’s display—
Sun’s shining rays light up the day…
and yet, if futures vast we may
divine, white dwarf with diamond core
(that crystallized in ages yore)
will pulsate like a cosmic gong
its tintinnabulary song
(no longer sunbeams to bestow)
in seven billion years or so…;
then Sol might twinkle for the eyes
of distant poets far more wise,
beyond our cares— whoever dares
(if dreamers dwell in heres and theres,
whate’er whene’er where’er they are)
to seek and find our once bright star
(that like us also flames and dies)—
those with the loupe to look with sighs
for long lost Lucys in the skies…
– Harley White
< September 2010 >
I draw honey blowing wind
thinking of you ore precious gift
like a snowflake pure unique
One of a kind in seventh Heaven
arriving within these eyes kissing a diamond
You're my angel rays softly touching outside
gently inside sighs the one in a thousand dreams
Beautiful nine floating in the clouds
singing with the silver treasuring dream lining
A beam shining over her pale full face
Brightly pearl cut ivory and back frosted jewels
silver trails on wishes sparkle, enchants in a trance
From the vine floating bubbles burst forth
rainbow magic coloring in your light drunken treat
bursting celebrations wishes in the mind
Dripping starlight desires your company
delightful feelings of passion burns
Inferno of flickering flames dancing
in each warm breath touching beat
deep warmly kissing emotions
Budding rose craving sweet scent
new life arising stir beginnings
so glad it's you I fall to
Surely as the sun forever rises in the east
Replaced in my nights sailing sets direction, to my best mate
You who raise sails within me without wings
on deep tides upon this ocean waves turn over
under the moon and stars we bathe silver
Dripping love sparkling in starry eyelids
Jewels the dewdrops each morning speak
Upon the ground as destiny calls sweetly
embracing the echos over sands golden
lost a lone wolf howling out lonely cries
in a cold winter lunar sky
snow lays upon the ground
Crystal true blue loving white
in two loving arms to die for
Holding your name smiling
breathless heart of beauty
beating with your love complete
Under inexorable gravity’s pull,
galaxies often move toward one another.
Closer and closer they come to each other,
till astronomic smashups happen in full.
For no less than two of them, possibly three,
such a scenario has been predicted,
as computer simulations depicted
through the Hubble images researchers see.
Milky Way will have a new identity.
It’s destined to get a major makeover.
Andromeda’s bound for a broad takeover.
Milkomeda’s what they’ll call this entity.
In that head-on cosmic collision in view—
a colossal stellar encounter full-blown—
it is indeed likely our Sun will be thrown
from its present locale to a region new.
The galaxies into each other will plow,
but our planetary realms won’t be destroyed
nor be propelled into an outer space void,
though stars will not have the same orbits as now.
They’ll go round a novel galactic center.
The fate for our own solar system in store
is perhaps to be tossed far off from the core
of the reshaped ellipse that it will enter.
Of course, by the time the collision takes place,
the surface of Earth, without intervention,
will be much too hot for water retention,
because of the Sun’s super-luminous face.
This means no terrestrial life could subsist
or think that the heavens are seemingly strange.
Thus no one we know of would notice the change,
and our worldly woes will have ceased to exist…
For a while, the night sky will be all ablaze
with new star formations in radiant rays,
but at last in the merger’s more final phase
it will look like spilled milk in a bright white haze.
Still there’s no need to fret or to get upset.
This melding won’t start till four billion years hence.
And that’s way away in the far future tense…
So it’s no use crying over spilt milk yet!
~ Harley White
< January 2015 >
Written July 29, 2013
The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around
The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June
The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me
See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars
Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
On that cloudy weekend in June
I hear a soft and graceful tune
from the grey bird on the tree
Singing sweet lullabies felt
blessed in the moment
My body tingles of joy at sight
Gazing out through
my open door,
Letting thoughts fly free
Releasing love out into the horizon
Heart filled with emotion came
Grey bird stood playing its tune
for awhile and on the wings of
Then as the rain fell from the
sky the grey bird flew away
I blew a kiss to the clouds and
utterd these simple words of I
Love You father ( who's now in
heaven ) and yet I hope to hear
that grey bird sing again once
more for me
Farewell, love your son
Poem contest for Debbie -referential
To rest awhile
In my Moondust’s arms
In a meadow of flowers
A shady tree
Watching her smile
I wove star flowers
In to her hair
She wove me into her heart
Never such love, so rare
In a meadow of flowers
We talked and sang
Until the sun set low
Fires lit, in reds and golds
Of loves’ glow
In blue wool
and silver stars
Amongst its’ folds
The first bird called to me
I looked up
Saw the first morning star
Across the meadow
Above the trees
The early light
Caught the flash
Of the birds’ wing in flight
I woke my Moondust
Across the meadow
Is the way
The bird showed me
In its’ flight
Guiding us today
We walked through
The flowers of the meadow
Moondusts’ horse followed behind
In that early sunglow
The rush of water could be heard from afar
The meadow ended too soon
The stream could be soon
The Bridge of the Morning Star
Of ancient oak tree
Carved with magical hands
Its’ trusses carved with birds
On each rail, silver stars were inlaid
A beautiful canopy of redwood
Completed this crossing
Carved on it, ancient words
“The Morning Star”
of The Morning Star
As soon as the sun rose
Like The Morning Star
The bridge faded too
In the coming of daylight
Sunward tilts the Earth;
steals away last shade of spring–
~ Harley White
< June 20, 2014 ~ haiku >
I sought a hot and blazing sun,
a star to light my dimming sky
a heavenly form; though earthly bound
to warm my heart, before I die
I sought a power, a pull so strong
an inescapable gravitation
one that'd own my weakened heart
and safely guide my navigation
I sought a grand, magnetic pole;
an axis which I'd turn about
a bearing, constant and sustaining,
a truth of which I'd have no doubt
I sought this sun, this wondrous star
this beacon for my life and fate
to lead my journey near and far
my guiding light; my one true mate
I lost my bearings and my way
in seeking such a destiny
the journey took my heart afar
from where I knew that it should be
I found a dark and empty place
one that lived in mine own soul;
a place that only I could fill
a void that'd kept me far from whole
I seek the light now, from within
an illumination that's granted me
courage that flows from grace and good
to walk a path alone, but free
The sun was setting
Casting red upon rippling clouds
Rippling like the sand
The sand upon the shore
When the tide is out
There it was a phenomenon
A star shining before the sun set
It was shining a radiant green
Up there in the Western sky
Right next to the setting red sun
One more moment of awe
One more reason to believe
Only a divine creator
Could do all these wonderful
Acts of nature for man to see
Take a deep breath and feel the cool ocean breeze.
Lay back your head let your golden hair flow free.
Feel the warm tingle of the sun on your face
filling the lines around your eyes like a road map you can trace.
Waves flow around you, cooling your warm sun kissed skin.
Drifting off to places you’ve dreamed but never been.
Maybe sipping tea with the queen at her royal throne,
or singing like a rock star on a stage all alone.
Or flipping through a magazine and finding your face on the cover,
or discovering you’re the main attraction at the circus as a juggler.
Or winning an academy award for your part in an epic movie,
or sitting back stage with the band where you’re the number one groupie.
Or maybe time rewinds and you’re slow dancing at the prom,
or sitting at lunch with the boy you had an enormous crush on.
Or maybe you’re top chef at a five star hotel,
or climbing the tallest mountain to take a breathtaking repel.
So as the crisp ocean breeze peaks your senses to awake
and you open up your eyes as the cold waves wash away,
and the dimly lit sunset lights your soul deep within,
you finally come to realize that your dreams will never end.
I won't say goodbye, it's a word that implies, something now is ending,
And I'm too full of endings, to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think evening has come, a night must now pass.
Yet with the stars just like our sun to show us all the way,
Across the spans of darkest nights, there lies a brighter day.
I won't say farewell, it is one of those words, that means a scene is closing,
And I'm too full of closings to want that extra load.
Instead, I'll think a pause must be in life's great symphony.
Our Maestro turns your page and mine, tuning some strings in need,
That each may play their greatest part, as onward now He leads.
I won't say godspeed, again it's a word, that means one is parting,
And I'm too full of partings to want that extra load.
Instead I'll think the time has come to trust in God's great care.
Our years are filled with anxious prayers,yet He is always near,
Perhaps these moments must all be to teach us faith not fear.
I live atop a Mountain, look to the East , the sky Kaleidoscopes , Red and Pink
I live atop a Mountain, look to the West, the sun so brilliant your Eyes Blink
To the East You see the Dusk creeping, slowly across the lush Landscape
To the West, the sky Kaleidoscopes, Red and Pink, the sun plans its escape
In the Eastern firmament, the first star of the evening awaken by sunset: Shines
The Western Atmosphere feels the Slowly creeping Dusk,slowly through the Vines
A Full Moon displays the shadows of Earth , Gone are the colours of the EAST
If YOU want to see this again : Watch For the first Star of the Western Sky
( Deceased )
The EAST - “ SUNRISE “ ~~~ The WEST - ” SUNSET “
TOGETHER FOR EVER
Sunrises at morn
Dawn of a new day star rays
Hues of colors, born
Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings;
living entities unfettered by gravity.
Spinning marbles in a universal box.
God’s favorite game,
knuckle busters are smacking planets,
right and left and the debris reforms…
Cat-eyes glow as they sail apart; agate smacks!
The “Big Bang” was…
God taking his first shot.
Heavenly bodies, heavenly beings;
God makes no distinction between his children,
as we humans prefer to believe.
It’s been said that, “reality is an illusion”;
perhaps we are only marbles in the game;
like our sibling planets.
Lost in a spinning swirl of colors;
we roll blindly through life.
Puries and steelies;
clacking out cosmic crescendos.
God knuckles down and shoots;
bluesy-Earth smacks a trilite,
Mars and chips a new crater.
Another steely sends alley Jupiter,
smacking into its own moon and a whirling
Io slams grasshopper Neptune from behind.
In parallel universes, we meet ourselves;
repeating mistakes, we never win;
a hazard of being…lesser gods.
God’s game is multi-universal
and human perception,
The great hand, histing;
fires…Earth gets another tour of the Milky Way.
As heavenly body-clacks resound;
all heavenly beings sustain injuries,
that will change them.
No one stays the same.
Perigee to apogee;
Earth centers herself for the next attack.
Orion and his daughters laugh and applaud,
as the last shots, miss them.
While the gibbous cheeks of dragon Sun;
Spit fire-flares in self defense.
Singed Saturn loses another precious ring.
It doesn’t matter in this game of marbles;
God plays and wins, every time;
then collects us all,
for another game.
Isn't the brilliant sun the star
of our Universe? Doesn't it rise
at sunrise and brightens clouds?
The sun is a life-giver,
it nourishes with its warm rays
everything beneath this sky...
be grateful as I!
Just a victim of the system,
And left Star incensed
Effervescent Moon of crescent
Comets crashing, craters hence
Planets positions, Sun's collision
Constellations form a Sign
And give me such a clearer vision-
A heightened sense of Mind
I do not know?
that blast of radiant light
hovering in the sky
it glitters and shines so bright
the star that can hold no claim
that blinding orb in the sky
now I know why people
tend to go to the light
It's one to be afraid of
that flaming ball of beauty
looks so violent now
but glorious at dawn
I don't think that many others
look upon the star
and thank it for the heat it shines
to get us where we are
The winter is dwindling!
the winter is dwindling!
There is an ancient warmth
returning to kiss this land
with warm love ----
draw her in from the shadow
Spinning sure-spun recipes,
(warmer the beams solar-soft)
the sun becomes a star;
deeper in day to bloom
many a seed for her delicate
And the warmth of winds
blow from fire-nymph lips;
There is growing in heaven's calendar,
gardens to till, lawns to mow.....
Should an angel choose a swifter spring....
Draw children from their open windows;
to parks and balls and sandbox thrills,
let the sun be some prima donna,
some little genius,
anxious to shine
I do not know?
I do not trust my form,
to act as an adequate vehicle to carry my Love for You.
It aches with decadence and decomposition.
Skins cells flake in exhaustion,
Hair follicles abort out of fatigue
Finger nails and toes nails crack , peel and tear.
Bones creak in warning,
Muscles retreat in lethargy
Skin hangs, falls and sags.
So I place my Love in the sun,
So that I may continue to adore you in everything,
It is all in the Stars if you look hard enough.
There is always the morning Star twinkling.
And then there is the evening Star blinking.
And then there are layered clouds in a fluff.
Then there is the Sun and Moon and stuff.
Sometimes it looks like the Moons winking.
Sometimes it looks like the Sun is thinking.
Makes me wonder if their day can be rough!
What a wondrous world I live in.
What balance I live by every day.
My life must be granted and given.
So no wonder I take time to pray.
It is granted and given each day just to be me.
Just look up once a day and this you can see.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
I am aimed and directed for a shooting star.
In the midst of a collision I am traveling far.
Nothing can stop me for I am on a lifelong mission.
I’m timing the clocks and gaining some recognition.
I am in and out of reality stumbling onto a delusion.
Sometimes I want to run free and go into seclusion.
The wind tries to hinder me so I shew it to go away.
I stand on the Moon and make the Sun arise a new day.
I am looking down at a world that is misunderstood.
If I could have I would have and then again I should.
But that is neither here nor there so I will fair.
I have accumulated a bit and have much to share.
However, there is a cornerstone one can get stuck.
One must find the mother Star and hope for lady luck.
Once you find it you will be well on your way,
You’ll rise with the Sun and be brighter each day.
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2006
Through the mist I sense the dawn
Struggling to appear
Sun wants only to be shown
Fog erased and cleared
Floats so proudly overhead
Great majestic King
Crown of photons being shed
Powers living things
The night is dark,
The sky is full of shining stars,
Everything is gone silent,
The moon glows a gentle glow,
Is it true something is flying over the moon?
Is it true the stars have angles with wings glowing in the dark?
Is it true that the man on the moon is coming out to smile?
I see the shadows in my room,
I see the gentle glows of the trees,
Is it true the shadow is the candy man coming to see if my teeth need to be pulled out?
Is it true that the tooth fairy comes out to replace the candy man's sin?
Does the monster in my closet come out and mess my room up?
Does the floor turn to water and the water baby comes out and cries?
Does the sand man play a tune and then goes back to the moon?
Now the sun is out and the dark has gone so soon,
I wish I could call the man on the moon,
I wish I could go into space and see where all those things go before the sun comes up.
YOU CAN'T TAKE BLOOD FROM AN ICE CREAM CONE
This morning the sky revealed blood from the sun
and a bandage on the moon
peter the pacifist picked up a gun
and all hell broke loose in the afternoon
this morning a raccoon raced a deer to the trash
the raccoon wily, the deer delicate as a dance
this morning the sky woke up with a rash
and one stubborn star decided to take a chance
it tried to outshine the sun and shine past ten
that obstinate star just wouldn't surrender
it had to dim but no one knew where or when
while a rhododendron had a revelation to render
the bush told of war and how it could end
it knew because it was of a special breed
all the seeds became a beautiful blend
and every human being found out the sun really can bleed
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