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A gentle kiss,
that I really must send
To another true,
and very dear friend
Pucker up babe,
it's coming your way
And riding a storm,
so it should be there today
I licked my lips before I blew,
so I know it's going to stick
But with all the lightning,
it might have a little kick
So when it hits your lips,
it might give off a little spark
Now what started off as a gentle kiss,
might be leaving you in the dark
*For my sweety*
*Elizabeth Wesley*
Love,Dannyboy
8-24-12
Reflection upon the man's generosity
You are blessed with holy words and pure good deeds
Those who are generous and those who never want to share
Everything can be used - over and over again
Get rid of something that has collected dust for a long time
It is spring's most beautiful adventure
Recycle of things that are redundant or unnecessary
Some live in wealth while others in poverty
We all have something to share
Something funny, something weird or something pretty
A gift that gives you the feeling of happiness
You can make a difference - spread joy to others in your daily life
02.06-2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Tonight the golden glow of stars and the crescent moon's silver light are far more beautiful than mankind has the right to behold. The Creator, with loving kindness, illuminates the darkness of the night sky with celestial brilliance.
flickering colors
aurora borealis
dancing northern lights
Nature's palette paints pastel hues of peach each dawn, and lavender veils in the sky at dusk. Our eyes are awed by Autumn's gifts as leaves wear coats of many colors. Scarlet, cinnamon, russet, and all shades in between, tumble from branches onto the ground.
glimmering sunrise
dimming light in twilight skies
leaves in Autumn's breeze
Fields of heather and blue bonnets in bloom give off their scents of sweet perfume. A redwood tree soaring high, is the perfect place for an eagle's nest. These visions I behold and thank God for giving mankind such an array of wondrous things.
waterfalls cascade
love songs of a meadowlark
nature on display
It's all kept in check with a balance at His command. Tides ebb and flow, dew quenches the thirst of flora and fauna, the sun spreads its warmth over the land, and a deluge quells deserts and plains after a drought.
waves crash on the beach
cactus blooms in desert sands
harmony in life
August 23, 2020
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Salvations Rests Behind True Faith's Gold Door
Heart mourning under the cold starry night
O' tis the pain cloaked and frigid cold
And yes, it is far from the ravens' flight
The aching years, before the sun burnt old
Midnight cocks are out jumping and crowing
They walk about as if skating on ice
Yet we living still pray for the knowing
Between evil blackness and being nice
The spinning night sky, stars hang by long threads
They give off unreasonable, gallant light
We soothe our vanities by silken beds
And massage guilt by less than holy sight.
Dare we this, tell our brothers the true score.
Salvation rests behind true faith's gold door.
Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov. 1 1973
Note: This poem was composed from a very vivid dream that I had last night.
I found myself shedding a tear at a train seat upon seeing the sights leaving the Wellington city train port to Woburn.
I don't mind being called a sentimental freak, if I could just have any describe more than I can the beauty that leaves
one more than enamored, bewildered and perplexed. How is it possible for nature to marry humanity and vice versa?
How does it happen when the city buildings lay backdrop to the turquoise waters of the pacific ocean and vice versa?
How does its waves recognize no rules to follow on where it comes and goes or the wind for that matter? How does the
birds play so freely as if happily almost touching the great body of water, back to air, then back again to the base
surface of the waters? How does the water vessels cruise peacefully with some other ships finding their places like
home amidst the many other small boats around? How does the sun give off its summer heat amidst the windy air?
How did I end up being in that rugged train witnessing all the massive spectacle of beauty in a country a million miles
away from my homeland? Tell me why I should help myself to a silent tear.
The woods are alive, with colors of autumn
The trees give off, their special fall, brilliant glow
Trees repeatedly spaced, in place like columns
In between rows poplar, maple, dogwood grow
Colors of red, yellow, auroras of autumn
Strategically seen between the columns
Pulchritude that's visible to eye same as beau
Sees, refinement of lady dressed, aglow
Elegantly dressed for ball allure she knows
The artistry draws one and all look up go
Up to the mountain top where this view best though
Where auroras of autumn are rich aglow
Listen to the still, small voice
As silence drifts around your thoughts
Caressing, accepting, delighting
In the hope, faith and love
Found within the sincerity of a soul
In the breath of one short moment
Much joy can be discovered
Embracing the heart with gentle warmth
Brightening the promise of dreams
Who abound in this flash of wonder
Hearken to the inspirational message
Steeped in the brew of assurance
With heartwarming prayers sent to Him
Who is alive and dwelling in heaven
Awaiting our heart’s best supplication
Enjoy, enlighten, enliven… embrace
All the inspirations found in true praise
Of the creator who brings wisdom and grace
On music flowing with lights that hesitate
To give off a amber glow of rejoicing
In the breath of one short moment
Discover the spiritual wisdom and insight
Into the life who knows only to believe
On the God who is the creator of Love
And inspires us all to give back from our faith
Murmur over a feeling, an emotion, an idea
Imagine the truth lies buried in the spirit
Discover the peace that sometimes hides away
Beneath colors of darkness, melancholy and brooding
All the little views of a heart caught up in living
Within a silent moment of expectation
Draw out the calm, the serenity, the affection
Smile at the kindness of God’s mystery
And feel the laughter that consoles and directs
The heart toward a place of mindfulness
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Don’t be Foolish
For you to accomplish
And finally flourish
Take your time
With your art and polish
Don’t just preach
And give off a perfect speech
Truly practice what you teach
Than your purpose you shall reach
Darkness enfolded me in an ebony blanket
Of soft nocturnal feelings, whispers of wisdom
Shading my world with blackest reminiscences
Gentle insights into reflections of a promise
Phenomenal grace captivating my senses
~
As the night envelops me in it’s shroud of dusk
I notice one mysterious creature who is so alone
She perches firmly upon an old oak tree’s branch
Resolute in her purpose to be the wise bird
Amid the nightly visitors of this silent place
~
Mystery surrounds her with it’s fiery glow
Swathing her in a delicate light of richest hope
Alone, she makes a statement of all she stands for
Loneliness, melancholy, wisdom and cryptic peace
Sagacity suits her spirit and colors her in inspiration
~
Shaded in the obscurity of the blackest evening
Moon and stars glisten close to the heavens
Leaving her with thoughts of pure enchantment
Blessed dreams call out to her with their delights
Leaving her with anticipation for the journey in sight
~
Twilight brings her out to the limbs where she lives
To give off her wise old chant of “who who who”
And leaves the other nocturnal creatures with the assurance
That she knows the best way and shows them truth
Which graces their nighttime realm with true prudence
~
As the dusky black sky changes to a dark thick enough to cut
I am reminded why I love to see this majestic creature
A shrewd and clever fowl who desires nothing more than
The harmony and calm of a silent night to encourage her
With beliefs in God’s universe being filled with graceful reveries
~
Breathing through the murky clouds drifting across the heavens
I am blessed to see her for who she truly is, a beautiful creature
Mystifying and enigmatic, sighing out echoes of prayers for peace
Amid the place where she rests her impressive breast against
The solid bark of this grand old tree who calls out for her dignity
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A child with eyes like stars, so far
away, she wonders, loud.
She fears, ‘How can she be.’ Afar
her thoughts, they’re deep; a shroud.
Buries her head in mother’s lap.
Her mother dreams in this vein.
She reveals to a woman, she’s lost.
Can’t find her way home. Mysterious.
In the fog of sleep and disturbance,
even now she knows not her child’s fear.
The child’s head hurts with thoughts, distraught.
Her inner mind held tight.
‘How can I be; how can I not?’
Angels give off their light -
her guardians of peace and calm.
This question spoken like a prayer
to God, who she has not grasped.
She reaches for the tangible touch
of her mother’s arms, sans discernment,
whilst the light-bearers smile and cheer.
Questions linger but faith takes hold.
She’s saved; arms raised, knees bent.
A lifetime quest - this child is old.
God does exist. He sent
enough answers to save the lost.
They have zero charisma
Republicans give off no sparks
Richard Nixon, so woeful wooden
He was carved from Noah’s Ark
Ike and Mamie, a pair so excruciatingly dull
They spelled ‘live action’ – L U L L
And next to JFK’s wife, Jacqeline
Mamie was a dime-store mannequin
Fess up, GOP, you’re a party of Mitch McConnells
Liven up, like that Democrat clown ~ Ronald McDonald
I sat with a friend,
discussing overpopulation,
"the worlds not overpopulated"
he stated
"Look around you,
there is still, a lot more land,
there are still places,
with very few people"
Granted that's true,
there are still places with few people
yet the fish have become
depleted from the sea
We cut down fifty eight football fields
of raintree forest, every day,
the seas are depleted,
because people need to eat,
We cut down the rain forest
because people need furniture,
there are only three hundred
Siberian tigers left in the world,
Other animals have a right to life
three, tiger species became extinct
in the twentieth century,
the ozone layer is becoming depleted
because of the carbon
that we, as a race create.
granted cows have more stomachs
cows give off more methane gas,
Yet we are by far
are the biggest creator of carbon pollution,
cars, cigarettes and human gas,
go into creating air pollution,
four and a half new babies
are born every second,
yes people have a right
to have a family,
Yet what do you want,
their future to hold,
We depend on nature
but now, nature also depends on us,
The north and south pole
are melting,
fresh water going into the ocean,
could change the chemical balance
Of the sea,
perhaps stopping the Mediterranean rift,
perhaps changing heat transfer,
perhaps changing nature,
we depend on this planet
for our survival,
yet this planet also
depends on us,
We have a brain,
We have the ability,
to overcome these problems,
Together we can achieve the impossible,
United we stand divided we fall
yet if we work against each other
we achieve nothing, using investment,
we can overcome our problems,
We can make cars that run on electricity,
We can decide, to have less children,
Together we can do the impossible,
We have already sent people into space
Yet if we spend our time fighting,
against each idea, we get nowhere,
To overcome a problem
first you must agree you have a problem
Then create a solution, that solves the problem,
Increasing tax and destroying lives does not work
investing together creating change is a solution,
We are the most intelligent animal on the planet
Walk the wooden deck
of the boat I was tied and shackled to.
Feel the sun as it reaches down to
the cotton fields I have picked, burns the ground and singes
the skin dark as the night that
calls for us all to find our freedom.
Hold the chains that weigh on my soul
and bind me to the man we are forced to call master.
Trace the scars on my back that tell
the story of how my will was broken,
stepped on and left to die in a place
only my ancestors can call their home, which I
can only describe as a long story
forgotten, and the tellers too far
gone for their words to be heard.
Look through my tired weary eyes that have
seen too many scenes of red tears, last breaths
and grave diggers to last one too many generations.
Come sit, turn on the oil lamp who is
too weak to even give off the illusion of something bright
squint your eyes and sound out the letters
connect each word, form each sentence
that read out the directions to finding our freedom.
Shall I compare thee to the moon’s light?
Thou art as radiant as thee,
As I gaze upon thee in the night,
You give off the light needed to see.
Thine everlasting perfection,
Brings tears to those who stare,
Thy immaculate complexion,
Is like the moonlights glare.
Thy beauty is untouchable,
Like the light side of the moon,
Thy beauty is undeniable,
And I have yet to become immune.
Thy love is forever in my sight,
For this I compare thee to the moon’s light.
My Sassy Girl
Look into a mirror and I see a beautiful women looking back at me.
I look deep into her eyes and wonder what secretes they must hide.
I see your love caged up waiting to escape.
A smile brakes out a cross your face
While thoughts of you go through her mind.
Why can’t anyone see me?.
She cries out!.
I’m here waiting to shine, waiting to light up, like a bright star in the night.
The looks you give off sexy, mysterious, confidence, shy, devious, wicket and sassy!.
Oh yes! My sassy little girl
Where did you come from?
And where will you go?.