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Christmas Snow


On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
the shimmering snow in magical light,
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Innocent faces gleam, old are reborn
as fanciful flakes seem to rise in flight
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.

Powder settles, softening sharpest thorns
as spring’s flowers sleep beneath drifts of white
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Oh, joyous wonder, no past years to mourn!
The hills and trees sparkle like child’s eyes bright,
on wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns.

Our gifts are unwrapped, the day’s all but worn
and festive flakes frolic well into night
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.

Through frosty pane, we watched peaceful day born
with glistening nature’s brilliance in sight. 
On wings of swept sky, the dawn’s sun adorns
from winter’s first snow on snug Christmas morn.


for Gail's Christmas Snow Contest, 11/26/14 


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BEAUTY OF MAGICAL FOREST



• * ) Forest of stars all clad in jade Varnishing buds with hints of cream, As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. * Lucent veil lifts trance of nightshade Garlands tossing my hair, agleam Forest of night all clad in jade. * Leaves dancing, O wings on parade Butterflies reel to catch my dream; As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. ~ Tinsels from grass drip to cascade Such loveliness cruising downstream *Forest of stars all clad in jade. * * Then, pixies dart on rock’s glossed shade My breath enthralled by stardust beam; As magic weaves through sky’s brocade.~ * *) Homeward bound, tasting mystic glade Fey whispers like child-like hours' dream. Forest of stars all decked in jade, ~As magic weaves through sky’s brocade. The Magical Forest Contest of Roger Horsch


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MEADOW'S ROBE



When meadow flaunts her robe of green
and covers me in tender lace
her perfumed view lights up onscreen.

From mantle wrapped by pure citrine
a peaceful view my breaths embrace,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

Cascading dewdrops quite serene,
wheels gently to enshrine my face
her perfumed view lights up onscreen. 

A nightingale takes wing, unseen
to pipe last croons within this space,
when meadow flaunts her robe of green.

She glides around like myth's Celine
oh beauty lit by skyline’s grace,
her perfumed view, lights up onscreen!

The newborn dawn will spread its beam
lingering through mild slumber’s pace.
When meadow flaunts her robe of green,
her perfumed air drapes path’s onscreen.


Juli- Michelle's Rhyme Battle: Round 4


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Last night I dreamt

Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration
How the world has changed in the passing of years
The memory even now can lead to temptation

I pass now through my own trial and tribulation
All these things leave me with a multitude of fears
Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration

So vivid and so distinct I could feel the sensation
A happiness that could almost bring me to tears
The memory even now can lead to temptation

I have learned through experience and trepidation
Of the ideal of a person and how then it endears
Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration

Abstraction ultimately needs some cultivation
The congregation of people and their peers
The memory even now can lead to temptation

Everything said right now I still live in jubilation
Enjoying every aspect of the moment jars and jeers
Last night I dreamt, a picture my only inspiration
The memory even now can lead to temptation

Penned 8/5/2013 for Last night I dreamt contest -serious entry


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If I Were Poor

If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Would You offer Me Your Hand to hold?
Would You Heal Me as this unfolds?
Would You offer Me a bath and cleanse Me?
Would You defend Me from Meanness as We see?
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Could You ever just Be seen with as I Be?
Could You pray with Me and help Me Sleep?
Could You walk with Me and Show that You care?
Could You cloth me and show You share?
If I were Poor would You still reach for Me?
Should You help keep a roof over My Head?
Should You furnish a room with a bed?
Should You Hug Me and hold Me tight?
Should You Protect Me from a horrific fight?
If I were Poor would You still reach For Me?
The Old Beggar consoled with The Rich Men and pondered.
The Two Rich Men just walked away and moved on yonder.
Then Old Beggar cried in Mercy,"I just begged You to try..."
The Two Rich Men showed no remorse and never answered His Cry.
The The Old Beggar just stopped and stared when apposed...
There The Old Beggar turned away with His Beautiful Angel Wings Exposed!


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A mothers Love- A viianelle for all wonderful mothers

A mothers love is without compare
It will not fail under the hardest test
She gives all but always has to spare

Judgment is witheld from her stare
She knows  your situation isn't jest
A mothers  love is without compare

Even when she's hurt she will care
Your never a burden, never a pest
She gives all, but always has to spare

A long speech she won't  prepare
Mom always knows what is best
A mothers love is without compare

Unconditinal love is so extremely rare
Mom is never counted among the rest
She givees all, but always has to spare

The judging father had better beware
A Prodigal son, by his mother, blessed
A mothers love is without compare
She gives all, but always has to spare


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A Beautiful Song Takes Face

A beautiful song he heard in the air
Music in the distance approaching near
He succumbed to the music without  care

He didn’t question it no he wouldn’t dare
It sounded as though soon it would be here
A beautiful song he heard in the air

So nice was it that it gave him a scare
 Getting closer and closer waiting in fear
He succumbed to the music without a care

The score was very beautiful to be fair
But nothing compared to what did appear
A beautiful song he heard in the air

The beauty  he witnessed  now could ensnare
To him it became oh so very clear
He succumbed to the music without care

He could spend hours in a single stare
Probably more than hours, maybe a year
A beautiful song he heard in the air
He succumbed to the music without care


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The Beauty of His Shield

There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.
Are we caught wand'ring round while others focus in?
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Think you need a coat of mail on your mission field?
Do you require a gauntlet, helmet past your chin?
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.

Refuse the body armor, with sure fervor wield
the treasured sword of prayer and praise, its mighty twin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Though we pray constantly for sickness to be healed,
know there’s joy in suff’ring and find Christ’s pow’r therein.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield.

When doubt comes upon your mind, do not stop or yield,
leave that villain in the dust, Christ forgave your sin.
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

Do not thwart your Lord, by His Spirit you are sealed.
Give Him wreaths of glory, amid the thick and thin.
There’s beauty in His word though we don't see His shield;
Beauty is encountered each time His arm's revealed.

written January 20, 2014


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Diwali- Festival of Lights



Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
On an absolutely dark moonless Diwali night ,
Sprit of festival comes in alive !

Everyone looks glamorous, in best of attire,
Colourful lights and candles glow bright,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !

Warm Embrace puts an end to enmity and satire,
Sets off every mood exactly right,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !

Colour display of crackers, no fight fire with fire,
Exchanging sweets and gifts gain new height,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky !

Beauty in ideas beyond diamonds and sapphire,
Vast hearty emotions walk in equal delight,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !

Return of Lord Ram to Ayodhya we celebrate,
Worship of Goddess Luxmi, prosperity to plight,
Twinkling stars in courtyard light up the sky,
Spirit of festival comes in alive !




Written on 7/5/14
Sponsor- Charlotte puddifoot


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From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands.
Comely words of comfort put the comma in the gray;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.

Hesitating white clouds meet the night`s dark commands,
But bring the dawn`s serenity for the a golden bay;
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands

Luminous black jack oak stopped the moving sands;
The winding road might have danced on the hills` clay;
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands


Recollections` last wave in the glass blowers` light stay,
Smiling from Spring Lake to Thistle Shimmer`s way, 
From merry green, the dream ascends to Skylands, 

Pine Barrens` silken grasses are kissed by birds of height,
Chateau Inn looks at the grave laurel and blueberry gay, 
Hushed roads are dusted with sugar in the sun`s hands.
In Paradise, rivers flow under Blueberry Month` sight.


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Oh Vulnerable Woman

What a beauty you are!
In this very life, my life!
Oh vulnerable woman!

In your fertile womb,
Precious little life,
What a beauty you are!

Lovely soul takes life bids,
Without hesitation,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Without your weakness,
You would not offer love,
What a beauty you are!

Selfless is your existence;
Yielding self to a small one,
Oh vulnerable woman!

Your delicate body gifted life,
And life gives peace as price,
What a beauty you are!
Oh vulnerable woman!


8/11/14

** This is dedicated to my wonderful mother who took the risk of giving us all 
her children - LIFE. My salute to all mothers whose vulnerability is a true 
beauty!!


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Buorbon Rose

She blooms along the old stone wall,
the puissant scented Bourbon Rose,
intoxicating one and all.

Tenacious strength, green vines grown tall,
tender pink and thorns juxtapose,
she blooms, along the old stone wall.

Bountiful blush, sweet siren call
when soft summer breeze fragrant blows,
intoxicating one and all.

Upon the street pink petals fall
the path to paradise disclose,
she blooms along the old stone wall.

Delicate beauty fates enthrall,
to each a peaceful place transpose
intoxicating one and all.

Each blossom yearns, so sweet and small
where love’s magical beauty glows,
she blooms along the old stone wall
intoxicating one and all.


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The Other Side of Winter

(A Villanelle)

The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,
a never-ending march of cheerless dark
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array

where forest scene gives one a true display
and leafless limbs provide a raptors' park.
The winter’s dismal path is long and gray,

and through the open grove a new ballet
of life and death beneath the brittle bark
and skies whose colors bleach in dull array.

A wind unites with rain while leaves decay;
each limb begins to dance a graceful arc
in winter’s dismal path so long and gray

till snow appears and hides the hunter's prey.
New scenes occur of softer landscape mark,
tame skies whose colors bleach in dull array.

Resplendent white now blankets to allay
our thirst for beauty with a lustrous lark.
The winter's dismal path is long and gray,
with skies whose colors bleach in dull array.





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When Love is Pure





When love is pure, a beauty calls my name,
to see her light upon my guilt and fear,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.

I used to think that love was just a game,
and played the best but never drawing near,
when love is pure, a beauty calls my name.

Until the day she took my heart to tame
with gentle kindness, love then became clear,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.

In her embrace, my past remained the same,
how can I be worth this, her heart so dear
when love is pure, a beauty calls my name,

In that first kiss my soul released its blame,
her love dried the very last lonely tear,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.

Her touch incites my soul to dance in flame,
to enter in the light within her sphere,
when love is pure and beauty calls my name,
I hide my heart behind these walls of shame.





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Tomorrow is Another Day

Tomorrow is another day.
But today God has blessed our sky.
With reds and yellow, such greens and gray.

As light reflects off our desert clay
Such beauty can seldom fill an eye,
Yet tomorrow brings another day.

More than this, we could dare not pray!
Above the color we see so high
With purple and pink, with greens and gray.

Heavens sent such a grand bouquet
Goodness of life can we not deny.
Still tomorrow shall be another day.

In tomorrow, will we find our way?
Can clouds hide: will beauty be shy,
With violet and blue, such hues of gray.

Thankful we are for such grand array,
Today His sky just seems to cry.
Yet tomorrow is another day.
With reds and yellow, such greens and gray.