Best Visionarychild Poems


Heartstone Awakeing Part 1

to heartstone , we travelled
with our child
we crossed the bridge of the morning star
left our home at the place of the rising moon
a new child to be blessed
in the great hall
to be seen
by kings and queens
by all

 
to the forests of redwood
to the east of the mountains
we came to the stream of sighs
the beauty of trees
eagles in magical skies
through the meadows
fields of flowers
blue butterflies around
shining blue
they knew she was here
faeries flew
 

my moondust carried our girl
to the door
colours flying
all of heartstone love, to unfurl
that a child could  carry
everything that mattered in this world
the doors opened wide
the princesses of heartstone
took us inside
stars flew
magic coursed through
flower petals fell
such joy
what we brought in to this world
under a tiny girls’ spell

 
the summer queen bent down
kissed the tiny girl
a summer birth at dawn
she held her
tears in her eyes
spoke gently
“with this child heartstone is reborn”

pure and bright
as a heartstone starry winter night
the girls’ smile shone
as she lay in the summer queens’ arms
we all looked on in delight
my moondust was serene
the heartstone in the great hall
began to glow
wondrous light emanating
unusually beautiful
for this was the realizing
of a special queen

never a child so young
had been made
to become a queen
that she would rule
all of the forest of richest green
her time had begun……
the heartstone was brought to the tiny girl
she smiled with delight
with the knowing look of the wise
she touched the stone
stars burst forth
in bright amethyst light

Families: the Most Important Social Unit

Families are the most important social unit in existence on earth today.  For it is out of the 
family that every worker, teacher, preacher, agnostic, librarian, construction worker, mason, 
mayor, Senator, Congressman, President, World Leader, mothers, fathers, and yes, every 
man and woman who fills an occupation (or not) grow to be the individual that they are.

Families are important because the beginning of all feelings originate right there in the 
home.  A newborn child may feel the love and affection of adorning parents.  Or, if the 
parent is a drug addict or mentally challenged, the child will have a different experience, an 
unpleasant one that no child deserves.  We are what we choose.  And our choices teach the 
young ones. 

There are a myriad of variables that influence an individuals feelings of self-worth, good or 
bad.  The family is the place where love and care are learned and shared.  Anger 
management, good or bad, is taught by example.  Manners, good or bad are taught or not…it 
depends.  Everything that a man or woman becomes has its roots in the family.

So, given this, let us all work together as parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandparents, 
nieces, nephews, cousins, and even friends to become the best possible individuals within our 
families that we can.  Let each of us strive for peace in the heart, the home, the city, the 
nations, the world.  Because we are all God’s children.  And we deserve the best possible 
life.  A little bit of heaven on earth can happen if everyone does their part to live, love, 
forgive, and enjoy what God has given them.

Written for the Rambling Poet's Narrative Contest.
Copyright 2-8-10  © Dane Smith-Johnsen

The Last King of Scotland

If you live always as a child and never let the mind grow, what type of seeds will 
you then sow?
 
That of fantasy and selfishness is how a child can think, not understanding how 
ideas can sink. 
 
Without knowing how to decipher the reasons for why things are the way they 
turned out to be.
 
Darkness shadows the light that shows the path to growth and peace.
 
If we live without consequences as a child believes, then we live with intolerance 
and lies.
 
For only through knowledge can our world and our humanity survive



**I wrote this after watching "The Last King of Scotland"


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