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Wait

"Wait"


“Wait”
 
Why do I wait?
 I’m so breakable, and fragile
 But it’s ok to cry
 
I wish they would stay
 They let me go
 Why do I wait?
 
I’m not pretty, I say
 Maybe that’s why they go away
 But it’s ok to cry
 
What can I do, what can I say?
 I want to be held
 Why do I wait?
 
When I think they love me, they break me
 Alone everyday
 But it’s ok to cry
 
Maybe I should run away
 Always alone
 Why do I wait?
 But it’s ok to cry
 


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Angel Wings

Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
 Symbol, here on Earth, of all things gentle hearted
You carry us when all in life is darkening

You steady us and guide our feet from faltering
Although  we’re often sad and leaden hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

With promising, and carrying and cautioning
Within our dreams inspired, single hearted
you carry us when all in life is darkening

Miracles return with wise envisaging
For never once will you be found false hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of Angel wings

Our spirits feel a flowering and a freshening
No longer sad and feeling quite light hearted
You carry us when  all in life is darkening

As around the dark clouds now, a glow is silvering
No shadows loom and no more, marble hearted
Hope lingers in the fold of  Angel wings
You carry us when all in life is darkening

 Suzanne Delaney


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Whispers of Light

While sleeping I hear whispers of light.
How softly he spoke with a quiet glow,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.

Blue’s bold, red’s extreme, yellow’s delight,
Mixing and blending creating a wonderful flow.
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.

Slowly the colors become intensely bright;
They are alive and begin to grow,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.

He comforts me into the zone of twilight.
Oh what a dream “I can see Van Gogh.”
While sleeping I hear whispers of light.

I become free like a bird in flight,
And can see all the joyful colors below,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.

Why are people staring at me, how impolite.
For eternity in a gallery as part of the show.
While sleeping I hear whispers of light,
Illuminating colors swarming the night.


By: Greg Stanley
February 5, 2014


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Love Yet Unknown

An infant's cry has an Elysian ring,
endearing the late-night hour.
A tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound, 

impinges a young mother's weary body.
Joyously awakened, she follows her heart,
as a newborn angel softly calls.
 
Rest will evade for a short while
as motherly instincts prevail;
endearing the late-night hour.

Tender emotions overwhelm her soul
as dream-like powers drift over,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Angelic bells heard in air, abound.
Time is of no essence,
as motherly instincts prevail.

Waiting in a Lilliputian ruffled bassinet,
contentment, despite weariness,
a newborn angel softly calls.

Life now holds a most sacred trust,
a miracle of wonderment.
Time is of no essence.

Her total being, now complete,
dreamlike trends never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body.

Now aspiring to her most magnanimous role,
futurity holds only hopefulness &
a miracle of wonderment.

Nebular images, as far as she can see,
in tune with her dreams, now reality.
A newborn angel softly calls.

Halos, aspirations, is all that she sees.
An infant's cry has an Elysian ring.
Futurity holds only hopefulness, &
a tiny, yet rattling, distinct sound.

Drifting, in her thoughts,
tones of amazement, never felt before,
impinges a young mother's weary body,
a newborn angel softly calls.