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WHEN I STOP AND PRAY

When the storm clouds boil around me, 
And the lightning splits the sky--. 
When the howling wind assails me,
And life's sea is rolling high--
When my heart is filled with terror,
And my fears, I can't allay--
Then I find sweet peace and comfort, 
When I simply stop and pray.

When the things of life confound me,
And my faith is ebbing low--
When my trusted friends betray me,
And my heart is aching so--
When the night seems black and endless,
And I long for light of day--
Then I find a silver dawning,
When I simply stop and pray.

There are things beyond the heavens
I can't begin to understand,
But I know that God is living,
And I know He holds my hand.
Yes, I know He watches o'er me
All the night and all the day--
And He's always there to hear me
When I simply stop and pray.


Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2006


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Of Ink

   Partial Paper
 -A poet in heat-

Ink carries its own tale,
When moonshine intoxicates your pen
Bottles of ink fill your mind
Composing symphonies on every line
Drops of passion all over the mask you wear
Nothing compares to black stains and broken nails

This part of you 
"A CAN'T BE REMOVED" tattoo
The tough skin you'll ever live in
Fountain pens of split identities
Who Are You?
Sinking  words like no other
Poisoned ink piercing every rhyme
Inferior poet, making the heart pure
Anger plus anger "GIVE ME MORE!"

You have a desire to paint all day,
Breathing and beating in every way
Toxic lines, from which ink flows
Inhaling images from the world
Deep and cold sorrowed emotions 
True love is always easy to poetize
Dear Poet:  "Ink Never Lies."

Pretty pink acrostic ink when she's nearby
Sugar and salt, Epic taste of reality
Ballads sang under the full moon
Sunny Sonnets, on any rainy day
Ode's of rivers from your past
A dark smile jotting down memory lane
Monologue tears brought under pressure
Loading cartridges of fresh Senryu and Haiku"
Dramatic red runs through your veins when all is done
Unfolding old and new propaganda's
POET: You are my favorite verse in every stanza
((Only this, and nothing more))
Writing is like giving birth

~*~


Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2013


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First Communion

The powdery snow gloves the fingers 
of maple forest, protecting barren bark 
with the expectation of rose tipped bloom.

A meeting point between pristine
innocence and the veiled promise of spring
ripening. Each trunk and limb mirrors 

the action of man. Reaching, arching, 
swaying, creating aisles of church-like splendor, 
a sacrament where the virginal may walk

toward communion with their God. Inward 
toward the birth of faith and outward toward 
the wedgwood sky in celestial sight.


Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011


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Hallelujah - From the Mouth of Babes - with Silent One

The Guardian
		Melodic lullabies echo	
		As heart strings strum secret chords
		As transcendental images appear
		Stargazers are lost for words
		Kaleidoscopic Illuminations
		Paint the sky in optimistic light
		Hope descends in serene silence
		Floating through shadows of the night
		Dancing spirits move to dulcet tunes
		Shadows can be seen against the moon
		Oh Redeemer do you hear their call?
		Take with you those who have gone too soon
		Hallelujah- Hallelujah 
		Hallelujah- Hallelujah
From the mouth of Babes	
		To hallowed ground we trip hand in hand
		A new chapter to embrace in its splendour
		Ring out voices on notes sweet and clear
		To the universe our souls will surrender
		Fragments of the past spun into flags of freedom
		Our Victory March erased from strife
		Away with the racing winds ever so bold
		Singing Hallelujah to hail a new Life
		The lighter the air the higher we climb
		No more the fetid chitter chatter
		To the fading strains of a repetitive tune
		Not broken -We rise - We matter
		Hallelujah-Hallelujah
		Hallelujah-Hallelujah
The Guardian
		Cyber conducts no hateful words
		Whisper soft winds only of love
		Ring euphonious echoes of Rapturous joy
		While Heaven beckons from above
		Finally free from those who judge,
		Eyes glow as laughter begins to vibrate
		Running together through fields of freedom
		Babes hum rhapsodies that liberate.
From the mouth of Babes
		Jubilous our shouts as onward we go
		Skipping, laughing as each other we chase
		Heaven embraces as we run to her arms
		Soothed we feel in her cocooned embrace
		Dissipate grey clouds from this Promised Land
		Our Hallelujahs peal out sweet and light
		Celestial Symphonies reach a crescendo
		As the stars twinkle lustrous tonight
		Hallelujah-Hallelujah-Hallelujah-Hallelujah

Acknowledgement:
My deepest appreciation to Silent One for his contributions and collaborating with me to bring this message of Hope to parents and loved ones who have suffered the extreme sadness through loss of their innocent children and the dark despair that follows. 

Tragic as their loss is, this poem is to offer solace and perhaps help them understand their child has not totally gone. In ‘Hallelujah - From the Mouth of Babes’, this is what I envision it to be beyond the void of criticism and bullying, where Ethereal beings welcome them back to another innocent realm where they readily resume childlike exuberance. Perhaps, they will return in another time away from their dark experience.’

For my friend Kate Pennington an amazing lady dedicated to helping the youth in ‘Beyond a Joke’ Anti-Bullying Center, Australia, for whom I wrote ‘Starry Starry Night’ some time ago.

Copyright © Maria Williams/Silent one | Posted July 2017

POTW 9th July 2017



Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2017


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The Park Bench

The Park Bench

I wish I was a poet
With magical words
To make people see all of the absurd
Tears fly, paintings in pastel die

When we look into our mirrors
We sometimes miss
What love dumps upon all of us
We shed tears, for we forgot to shed fears

I have no legs, nor any crutches
So my voyage has ended
I only observe
Sadness upended

When goodness is confused
When gestures are refused
When the kiss that could have been
When a poets tear seems obscene

The one who hears is often deaf
The deaf sometimes have nothing left
If I could give a kiss away
I would give it to lovers with hearts that sway

Drawing love on paper in may


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2016


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In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope

In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
           (The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

On this day, life should see past these looming black-storms
Find solace in love, hope and my loving wife's arms
Yet that stone wall, yields to nothing but great power
Far more than this broken soul can muster this hour
When thus lost, can one ever find again that Light
Healer of dagger stabbed wounds, found on a dark night
I pray, gift wisdom to walk that one true-lit path
Release this sad soul from, this evil, wicked wrath.

Raining splashing, fierce winds blowing and huge trees sway
I pray not for all this, on some other black day
With dark blue shadows plotting my early demise
I seek deep wisdom from sages worldly and wise
Not just some clever words to soothe this shattered heart
Instead sweet hope, light in words, to this life restart
With power to waken these world-blinded closed eyes
Stop salty tear drops falling from splintered skies.

Robert J. Lindley, 2-07-2017

Syllables Per Line: 
12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 0 12 12 12 12 12 12 12 12
Total # Syllables: 288
Total # Words: 225

Note-  I decided to write this poem, this morn. About half had already been composed in my head yesterday afternoon and I finally sat down now to put pen to paper.
Believe me, in that it was not an easy task to finish this and be satisfied with the results.
Maybe I am just tired and stopped because of that.
I don't know. Maybe on another day, I could have and would have thought this lacking and rewritten it..
But today, I have only enough to say, this is as it is(and thus it may stay), hope you may find it agreeable and not fault me too much .......


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2017


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Kindness

POTD 2 July 2018

Humans are capable of ‘Changing their State’. At times, a stressful, negative fusillade can be encountered from an individual wishing to subvert a person for whatever reason.  

Lady Gaga so aptly describes this in her video clip above - and she should know through experience. 

Kindness is a sentiment no one can ultimately reject. 

Hard to do you say?  - It’s easy. 

Firstly, refuse your alter ego permission to react immediately. 
(Your alter ego is programmed to protect your from a ‘painful’ situation)

The brain is a Bio-computer and can easily be reset to ‘Default’ by breathing into your abdomen (not into your lungs), - hold and then exhale, each action performed slowly to the count of 6.  


Accusatory fingers pointing ~ eyes glowing hate Seeds of venom spewing forth slanderous lies Jealousy in all its inglorious green eyed splendor Wool clothed wolves with undetectable smiles Any tick of the clock it creeps up upon you Evil plays no favorite it’s any man’s game Seeming to push you up that stairway of victory Then perniciously denigrates ~ disavowing any blame Damned if you do ~ Damned if you don’t Kindness perceived as weakness gets cast out the door Tendencies to vacillate creates chinks in your armour Resolutely walk the tight rope ~ lest your knees hit the floor Eyes wide shut to the Evil all around us Detach from this Chaotic Web in which we dwell Be the Peace that ceaselessly penetrates the darkness YOUR prerogative is to choose either ~ Heaven or Hell
POTD 2 July 2018


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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Try

Try to live
Try to feel pain with no tears
Try to remember years past and often lost
Try, oh try to know life need not be cold as frost

Ear not the words of those proclaiming silence
Listen to the rhythmic melody; give voice to a new start
The world will follow when you sing from your heart
Believing in things that some may only try

Try, to see, the truth is musical to you and all of thee
Telling histories with music, as soothing as can be
When you sing, and when you inspire our romance
Ones on crutches, they too shall rise and dance

Try, I beg
To see as eye
Even the ear is lost in the sky
Purest of hearts, they never die

Note: If you cant open the video, as sometimes different Countries have different copyrights, just search YOUTUBE for "Mandy Harvey: Deaf Singer With Original TRY"


Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017


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Never Stop Dancing

I am the diamond
     that breathes 
     in your hands;
The fine lace to sway in
     breezes through windows
     as I crumble dedans la pirouette;
The cyclone, the earthquake,
     implosion of power
     in your arms.

          Spin me a room,
          Weave me a rainbow,
          Pull me to you and
          push me away.
          Burn me, absorb me.

I tumble, trip, fall, 
     to be lifted by you,
     elevated, levitated;
Finest rags, softest fringe,
     ripple around 
     last evening light;
Raise me slowly
     on tiptoes;
Rescue me, scream my name
     loud.

          Spin me your laughter,
          Catch me, don't drop me,
          Pull me to you,
          never push me away.
          Dance, don't stop.

Never stop.

***

May 10, 2017 
Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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FORGOTTEN TREASURE- The Rebirth

FORGOTTEN TREASURE

I found the fountain of youth
When I stumbled across the forbidden garden
Right smack in the middle,
Was what I thought to be a wishing well
I tossed in a quarter!
Looking down with a puzzled face
I peeked to see where it fell
I leaned over and that's when I saw my vanity
It was always there waiting for me
The reflection in the water was my face
In wonder, I asked what this vision could be?
With one drop on my taste buds
I knew I found the one true key
The most beautiful thing that can set one free
I reached in to touch the poetry inside me

      ~5/31/11~

repost- My first poem on the soup


Copyright © SKAT A | Year Posted 2011


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Those Words

I speak my thoughts with gentleness The things I need to say with care Thoughts held in my hands, gone through my fingers, balanced on my fingertips... ... sent to my lips. I speak my words with thoughtfulness from my faltering tongue The air swaying rippling with meaningful sound I speak my words out loud, they land where I want them to bloom Sometimes as small white daisies Other times as beautiful blue thistles or roses. I watch them grow, my eyes follow their independent will and stubbornness With pride I stretch my hands to pick them and arrange... They grew on me. *** September 21, 2017 Copyright © Darren White


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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Pardon From The Storm

Take my heart and carry me to where all dreams are born. Into loves arms, oh such a place that's always safe and warm. Away from such deceitful lairs where blackened virtues swarm. into a light where peace must shine and grants us pardon from a storm. High above the mountain tops or low as low can be. Makes no difference where we are a wondrous lyric calls to me. Singing of your splendor like a miracle performed. I'll stay with you to find the port that grants us pardon from a storm. POTD 03/03/2018


Copyright © Charlie Smith | Year Posted 2018


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In the Gloaming

That first glimpse of purple in the gloaming
As dawn softly rises in morning skies 
Ascending along with nature's colors
Is a look of faith and hope in thine eyes.

Wrapped in the rays of sun's glorious hues;
There dwells a calm that instills peace and love
With a passion that enters every cell
In divine grace that shines light from above.

Meditate to serene silent music 
As the melody of birds sing along.
Elated at the birth of the morning
They share delight in their sweet varied song.

 Open your heart to passions of others...
 Feel with the empathy God has bestowed.
 Then you will know the true meaning of life 
 In the receiving back of blessings sowed.

9-25-17 rev.



Copyright © Connie Marcum Wong | Year Posted 2017


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Ode to Mum


Brown paper memories she puts in my hands
Twine roughly tied in a bow slightly askew
Part and parcel of a humble life once led?
My defiant eyes meet hers of black velvet dew 

Give me back my Mother I care not for memories Don’t pressure me into accepting that she has gone
Paper gets ripped - just a supermarket album More nostalgic memories which I toss to the side With sadness not disguised my sisters eyes meet mine Grossly callous I have been - her tears she doesn't hide
These are more than just old photos Are they not? I take the album - turn the first page
Monochrome pledges they made to each other Loving adorations on their wedding day Her calligraphic script embellish each page I read this in the ink of her thoughts that say
'So dreary was my life till we met - My Love You asked for my hand so to make you complete Placing a twinkling star in each of my palms With a gentle bow you laid the moon at my feet’ ‘You are the tea leaves I am the tea pot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’ You are my Sunshine and I am your Moon I am the dew on the roses you grow’
‘A true friend is a person who knows you Yet likes you anyway - complete with faults’
My Mother a poet? I am amazed! Inspirational thoughts in true poetic form Wondrously I leaf through - turning page after page Different quotes for my father and her children Sapient wisdom over years as we aged
‘Wisdom without action is as useless as hot ice’
Though the poetic words soften her trials a shade There it all is - her tribulations - thoughts and fears Recollections of ‘Her’ in memories and rhyme Red grows my eyes trying to suppress these tears
Do not be afraid to take your chances Sweetest fruits hang from the farthest branches
She scripted herself on every page she had written A beautiful rose preserved for now and ever more Our Angel of love embraced tight in her persona Our lovely Mother - My Model - I loved and adored
‘Your Religion is Life To preach is to practice’
‘Be grateful for the Angels put in our midst Even if it is but for a little while ‘Cause they are borrowed and strictly on loan’ Mum PS I love you ***
Footnote: My Mum and Dad on their wedding day many moons ago. Video Clip ED SHEERAN - Supermarket Flowers – sung by BIANCA


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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My Winter

You entered my room
a long time ago
across many summers,
now when this winter looks
at the trees shedding the leaves
you are by the closed window
leaning on the cold wall
and I am by the fireplace,
your eyes on the cracking wood on fire
mine on the frosted window pane. 

Have you ever wondered
why my voice doesn’t reach you,
the words crash on the wall
and fall silent, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered
why my warmth doesn’t touch you,
the feelings brush the window pane
and freeze inert, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered
why my eyes don’t look into yours,
the vision is stuck on barren trees outside
and waits for the spring, that’s why.

Have you ever wondered 
why my hands can’t hold yours,
the reach is lost in distant time
and breaks separated, that’s why.

I have wondered
if I could break the cold wall
shatter the iced window pane 
make the trees green again
would my voice rise from the dust
the warmth of my mind melt the ice
my eyes bring colors of spring in yours,
would the time stop 
stop to create distance
and I could hold your hands again.

November 23, 2017.



Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2017


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The Names of Jesus

_____________ (_____GOD_____) (_____LORD_____) (_____ JESUS _____) (_______RABBI______) (_______TRUTH_______) (________SAVIOR________) (________ MESSIAH________) ________(_______ HOLY SPIRIT_______)_______ ___(_______________ KING OF KINGS_______________)___ (________________ EVERLASTING FATHER________________ ) (__________________ THE PRINCE OF PEACE___________________) (__________________GOOD SHEPHERD__________________) (_______________ LION OF JUDAH_______________) (________ LORD OF ALL________) (______MIGHTY ONE______) (_______HOLY ONE_______) (______ DELIVERER ______) (_______SHEPHERD_______) (______MEDIATOR______) (______ADVOCATE______) (______REDEEMER ______) (______CAPSTONE______) (_______PROPHET_______) (_______SAVIOR ________) (_______THE WAY_______) ___(______ALMIGHTY _______)__ __(_______THE BREAD OF LIFE_______) _ _(____________THE LAMB OF GOD__________)_ (_________THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD_________)


Copyright © Raul Moreno | Year Posted 2009


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A New Love Found

 
DEDICATED TO EVERY PERSON WHO QUESTIONED THEIR SELF WORTH BECAUSE SOMEONE THEY LOVED LEFT THEM Love grabbed me by the throat with both hands Choked away the doubt and hatred of broken bands Kicked me in the gut and flung me to the floor Stripped my ego and jolted my awareness at its core Cleared the cobwebs that once clouded my vision with strokes of a master nature painted my mission An oil based one of a kind classic My life written like a movie an epic Love lives in me again like a revelation amen Beauty, glows from every centimeter that is me hope hip hops in every stride as I walk briskly Music walks to my beat now I hear it everywhere and the bluest of skies high fives me bare A new love found a trust abound. for the first time in since I don’t know when my senses breathe the fresh view of now and then Blessed by the mother of all that lives Nature smiles on a union that always gives I love what I see Finally I love me! Armand


Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014


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ALWAYS HAVE HOPE

(For my friend Aisling: da'iman 'amal) In the night that runs on fear, smile at me. When nightmares haunt, laugh at me. When demons show their ugly masks, beam at me. And always, ever have hope. When your head is so full it cascades, stare at stars. As thoughts spill ferociously, softly seek them. Forget thousands of misplaced words, see glimmers Of hope, always have hope. Days where you can't hear your thoughts, listen to music. Minutes failing to making sense, immerse in singing. 'Seconds' a word without meaning, tune in harmony. Believe in hope, there always is hope. When nothing rhymes, you almost lose it, In darker days, you cannot meet it, In doubt, despair, or anger, it will elope, But it will return, not ever lose hope! *** January 21, 2017


Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017


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The Day She Disappeared

A collaboration between Paul Callus & Carolyn Devonshire
 
Where were you when she disappeared?
Is the moment caught in your mind?
Were you nervous as the day neared,
or to its approach were you blind?
 
     She took the lonely winding road
     towards the hills in purple haze.
     The weary sun took one last look
     then cast away its fading rays.
 
Were you watching the sun go down?
Did you grasp the consequences?
Did you see sunset's halo crown;
did waning light stir your senses?
 
     She walked ahead; not once looked back
     nor did she pause or hesitate.
     As shadows fell to twilight’s touch
     she came at last to heaven’s gate.
 
Did you imagine her entry
to God's heavenly, lasting life?
Could you see the guarding sentry
as the joy in heaven was rife?
 
     She left behind no next of kin,
     no faithful fans or floodlit stage.
     The only ones who mourned for her
     were a few friends of ripened age.
 
If no one recalls her passage,
does that mean she did not exist?
When the reaper sends his carriage,
do our thoughts of loved ones desist?
 
     More autumns came and winters too
     remaining leaves withered and fell
     since her soul rose into the blue.        
     Is there no more story to tell?




I thank Paul for joining me in this collaboration and apologize for taking so long to post it.  As some of you know, my house flooded and I've been dealing with health issues as well.


Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2016


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Sunday Morning - me singing -


Sunday Morning

Piano intro:

Verse:

Can you see the sun is shining down
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you feel the rain upon the ground
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear the trees the wind is swaying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can you hear the song the birds are saying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore


Chorus: 

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Verse:

Can you hear he’s calling out to you
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
There is so much more that you can do
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

Chorus:

There is so much out there waiting for you
Take a breath of fresh air deep inside
All the things provided by the father
No sense for you to run and hide.

Verse:

Can you hear the little children crying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning
Can feel the flowers are you trying
On Sunday Morning, on Sunday morning

Can you feel the wind upon you face
Did you know that time is not to waste anymore

On Sunday morning, on Sunday morning (Repeat) 






Copyright © Chris Green | Year Posted 2017


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je t'aime 'neath a Banyan Tree

The story behind this poem
The curiosity of many of my readers (many of them women) was excited in my previous poem ‘Passion in Black and White’ POTD 6 March. They wanted to know more about the ‘Magical Tree’ and Café’ in the poem. 

This is the beginning of the story the grandiose Banyan tree, a tree species I have always been drawn to since a child. It is magical and real, depicted in the photographs of me sitting under the tree. 

The tree is over a hundred years old and it majestically rises in the middle of the International Market Place Plaza in the heart of Honolulu, Hawaii. The café, in close proximity also exists and is known as ‘Kona Coffee Purveyors French patisserie’ serving the best coffee and French pastries.

I trust you will enjoy the poem, the music and ‘Passion in Black and White’ posted previously, where you can follow me on a romantic, magical encounter…   

Branches delve deep - concealing secrets - so hush Linger - abandon cares of a trivial life - no rush Sacred spirit residing in resplendence executes To tawny earth branches and to Heaven its roots: Whispering …’je t'aime’… A mere shadow of reality - no substance ‘tis true A life of materialism is - but a darkness whirled brew Rain puddles mirror its own spiritual visage In the still water the tree in its reversed image Whispers … ‘je t'aime’… Lost for words - in dreams - answers we seek Hearts submerged in doubt do still entreat A God inhabits - seek Him out through the maze Veneration to the ‘One’ to whom we praise Dismiss all uncertainty to the questions we raise Whispering …’je t'aime’… Ephemeral scepticism gone - here swathe in sanctuary Blossoming love in captivating honey dew ecstasy Untouched by this mad world - lovers dare connect intentional thought to boldly declare ‘je t'aime’… “Excusez-moi mademoiselle is this seat taken”? In lisping French pronunciation – you inquire The look in your hazel eyes of carnal desire combusts sparks into a blaze of heavenly fire Whispering …’ je t'aime’…
Foot note - About the Mystical Banyan Tree. The massive banyan tree is the national tree of India, also called Indian or Bengal fig. Considered sacred in India and can be seen near a temple or religious centre giving shade to travellers in very hot summer months. In fact Buddha was said to have received his enlightment under a tree like this.. In the Bhagavat Gita, Krishna said, "There is a banyan tree which has its roots upward and its branches down, and the Vedic hymns are its leaves." (Bg 15.1) Here the material world is described as a tree whose roots are upwards and branches are below. An observer will notice that the Tree reflection in water is upside down. The branches going downward and the roots upward. In similarly, it is the material world that’s a reflection of the spiritual world. The material world is but a shadow of reality. In the shadow there is no reality or substantiality, but from the shadow we can understand that there is substance.


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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kaleidoscope

through a tiny lens
held firmly with hands
eyes gaze in awe..

with a simple twist
colours explode harmoniously
bright, sparkling,blinding..

the colours are stunning
so vivid, so alive
with truth as in life..

this ever changing vision
is but broken glass shards
not whole, not complete..

simple, plain, tiny pieces
they don't fit, they don't belong
different shades, different sizes..

fragmented, swirling on command
no direction,they stop; at one's touch
and through this seemingly disconnect..

therin lies their beauty
for these tiny glistening pieces
imperfect jewel tone shades, dance; together..

revealing the essence of life,
humanity and all who breathe
for they gloriously join; naturally..

to inspire joy, excitement, wonderment
the green piece could be a used wine bottle
tiny violet piece from a castaway vase..

regardless of their origin
these magnificant, illuminating pieces
unite as one and magically dance..

with truth as in life
beauty is as beauty does
fusing together, naturally, effortlessly..

kaleidoscope..

broken shards now glistening jewels
the spirit of every man, woman and child
is part of this most magical creation..

for every size, shape and gorgeous hue
is us; in every race, age & size
coming together, to create, to inspire..

tunnel vision seamlessly vanishes
as eyes are opened; captivated
at the wonderment, joy and harmony of..

becoming one; beautifully and with faith..

kaleidoscope.


Copyright © Lynn Marie | Year Posted 2006


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Love is in the Air

POTW 22rd April 2018

To right the wrongs of love no flawless gauge exists Though visions unfulfilled can leave one bereft With tears of remorse for the ones who didn’t show Or lamenting the ones who came and left
Sparkly wings donned we cruise the starry skies Crooning songs of love to the silvery moon Mourning its presence being ~ Too late? ~ Too soon? Grieving for the ‘dish’ who ran away with the ‘spoon’ Rewrite your song ~ Compose a new melody Peek through those shades of pearlescent pink Discard the restraints of unrequited love Bask in loves splendor ~ lest it goes in a blink
Feel a whisper of the breeze ~ on those thundering seas The quest starts right here on this night crystal clear That rusty anchor raise ~ you’ve lingered too long It’s your ship to control ~ Reclaim the power to steer
I trust you like the music video clip by Australian singer John Paul Young. Still loving the sound of the Disco 80’s POTW 22rd April 2018


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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Oh to be The King



Regally they strut Lions have no ought to roar Status apparent
Establish importance with quiet visibility without vocality (Not for any contest)


Copyright © Maria Williams | Year Posted 2018


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What dead eyes sees

                    Imagine you have died ~ a free spirit without a cry

  Walking down the avenue ~ people passing straight through you

     Hearing whispering thoughts to blind ~ some of good intentions ~ others 

                 intertwined

  Emotions running wild ~ the same old jungle ~ the same old sigh ~ you 

           begin to wonder why

  Imagine seeing yourself ~ an unfamiliar face ~ someone else of 

           another time or place

Somehow you could see the good and bad ~ why hearts are broken ~ the 

                inner sad

Imagine you could live again ~ knowing fully well ~ No one loses ~ no one 
     
                   wins

   All the patterns and deceptive roles ~ a chaotic system ~ way 

             out of control

 Imagine you have another chance ~ to right some wrongs ~ to understand 

     ~ the way things really go down ~ 

        
  Would you be the same ~ You'd surely say ~ It’s impossible to tell ~ 

within the concepts  of heaven and hell


Copyright © Arturo Michael | Year Posted 2018