My mummy’s made curls in my hair
No spray tan for me, my skin’s fair
I’m an English rose
I’ll wear my best clothes
The other girls don’t have a prayer!
The beauty pageant is at three
I apply make up carefully
I’m certain to win
As my Grandma Cyn
Is judging the contest, tee hee!
Image Prompt 2
Categories:
cyn, beauty, fun,
Form: Limerick
We are the beating of five hearts. The epiphany of the forever changing souls of our lives. Just a modicum of dust, on this vast horizon.
Smiling, laughing, and crying together, as we traipse through the wilderness of our intoxicating minds.
We are the whispering paths of our journey within. Graceful dancers, into the nostalgia of yesteryear
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Hence-forth, a mingle mess of times future, a continuous wrap of Paper Mache, clinging to the ties that bind us.
I am here for you, reaching out and listening to the intertwining of five hearts meeting as one; guiding you into the kind and gentle spirit who embraces your soul..
We are now the purest band of tremulous light; a family that unites our strengths of love for eternity.~Cyn
Dedicated to my four children..
Marshall, Joshua, Michael, and Megan
With Love, Forever Momma.
Copyright 2010~Cyn Sadler
Categories:
cyn, blessing, family, heart, inspirational,
Form: ABC
Butterfly whispers as the cool rains settles upon me..
There is a serenity within my heart, that speaks of love by a winters fire.
A luminous light will see me through, in all the memories I have of you.
Words of comfort envelope my soul, with a lingering kiss from the heavens aglow.You're the gentle touch who carries my pains, You're my illustrious feelings, my singing in the rains.
And if we should seek in times afar, I know I shall find you among the stars.
For you are the butterfly who whispers my name; who has given my life a beautiful dream..~Copyright 2010~Cyn Sadler
Categories:
cyn, butterfly, death, feelings, heaven,
Form: ABC
Watch as I roam these rugged lands of faraway.
Listen to the hushed cries as I seek shelter from its fury fields.
I can smell the earth’s scents of your impetuous desires.
Do not doubt me, for the love of my home will awaken my soul. It will calm the vigorous beat of my heart; as my passion for life roars with intense ferocity.
I am wrapped in the light of God’s arms,
as he carries me safely through the gentle winds of time.
Do you hear my peaceful knock upon your door?
Your words of love have given me the strength to fulfill my purpose.
Feel my touch as I reach out for the warmth of you and whisper,
"I am here from the lands of faraway. I am your soldier’s walk of determination".
Copyright 2010~Cyn Sadler
Categories:
cyn, america, courage, freedom, inspiration,
Form: ABC
I watch him mumble, lines of treble notes
Bones flinging on park so emerald clean
The old man droops, his shape a curving moat
Weary the shirt that covers marks unseen
Throwing bread crumbs to hide a balmy scene.
My eyes attack this figure‘s shade, rumpled
On dusky night when glows of moon cancel
Lost frolic, changing beam into a smirk
Raised temper glares at how his body leers,
Craning dry neck, I question stranger’s quirk.
For while he pined, cold hands in light remain
Through fallen wind and chill that rip them down
Stammering, pale voice rasps if his dog has lain
Upon the range to scout for food around
Eyelashes blink, my tears fall to the ground.
Blind is he searching for pet in depth of moans
I lift his arms, with gentle nudges intoned
“ Let me bring you to your own gate, dear Sir
Till your companion finds it way back home,”
He glides a smile, taming my heart’s error.
(c)
by nette onclaud
Do You Understand Contest of Cyn Mac Millan
Categories:
cyn, people, uplifting,
Form: Dizain