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A garden of love, awake as the rain, peaceful as the gray skies, abiding inside the soul who can see… there is a love that grows strong despite the fears that linger on, despite the tears who seem to water the heart with a hope that sings on and on… by poet
Whistling in the wind, a song
Blowing hope through hearts who long,
Stirring joy in those who’ve been wrong,
Inviting the summer sun, the autumn rain,
The gift of a love that will forever silence pain…
Rushing through the thoughts, a light
Glowing, restless as the stars of night
Darkness buried beneath shadow’s fright,
As the bursts of color from the moon’s glow,
Softly echoes all the melodies my heart might know…
Rustling in the leaves, autumn’s smile
Lavender, rust and mahogany – joy to beguile,
Melodies rich with twisted sweetness, in a crinkled pile,
Remembering that love comes through the lushest flavors,
Of peace, hope and grace that won’t melt away, always favors….
Dancing on the prayers of a blessing,
Trembling in silence, not worrying or stressing,
The trees, the sun, the seas can’t be guessing,
Life is a struggle sometimes, but it is still a miracle,
In rhythms of light and dark, happy and sad, nearly lyrical….
She flows, like the rivers and seas, making waters harmonize,
Healing the spirit who struggles with grief, tears in her eyes,
While the rugged mountains surround souls with belief, not lies,
Promising the music that heals and relieves will always bring peace,
Peace comes to souls who hear and believe, Love will never cease!
I'm coughing out in rhythm
As I draw in more lushest smoke
Ain't never done me any good
But the Marlboro Mans got my vote
Two packs a day at minimum
I see no use in quitting
Though the way I wheeze in the morning time
There ain't much use in living
The doctors give their warning
My lungs are tarred and blackened
The only thing I see I'm missing
Is the free breathing that I'm lacking
So leave me be to my greatest need
We all know what that is
Carcinogens and nicotine
Are two of my favorite hits
They say smoking wont send you to hell
It just makes you smell like you've been there
And to a smoker that's just as well
In hell you'll never need a lighter
So the doctor's can warn me all they want
If they feel they must
But I ain't leaving outta here
Until that very last lushest puff...
I'm not a smoker myself...
This is just something I thought all you smokers would enjoy...
So everyone light up, inhale, draw deep, exhale, Ahhhhhhh......
While the gentlest sigh,
Shatters the surface of stillness,
Blending light with hues of wonder,
Broken thoughts, blessings, brilliance
Moments poured out on the seas
Music, melodies – lushest peace,
Aching songs, whistling through the winds,
Caressing the soul with a joy
Boundless breath of serenity, soothing
Sounding so much like the easy grace,
Falling through the oaks and birch,
Erasing the melancholic dreams,
Inspiring the soul to see, grasp the edges
Of a silence…
As she exhales smoking trails
Of restful things, gestures of grace
Sincere and unafraid…
Silence lingers on the edges of a day
Before night overshadows her light
With inklings of stars and moon,
Urging away the trembling truth…
Silence is beautiful
Silence is soothing
Silence is the ache – just beneath
A heavy taste of amazing…
A hearty hope, a promise, seclusion
A dream that leaves its lesson
A faith that leaves its blessing
A love that is the question…
Silence, resurrection… God’s gentle protection!
Even today in Texas
after twelve decades
people are narrating
the story of John,
the courageous little hero
who fought two heartless outlaws;
was he allowed to own a gun
and protect his mom screaming?
One of them resembled Deniro
with a trim beard and green eyes.
The horses frantically neighed
frightened by his fast bullets,
the older outlaw felt a sharp pain
and fell off his white horse and died;
the other tried to shoot John twice,
but he missed and fled...
how could a young boy
have shooter's skills,
was he trained by his dad who killed
a jail-breaker as he attempted to halt a train?
That makes any joker laugh realizing that
surviving in a violent town is the only way
to show others one's acquired vice,
not considering taking a life a disownment!
The outlaw's body was buried the next day
by an ironwood tree with a bright color
and the lushest foliage, but does this outlaw feel anything
going above his graves dug in red clay?
Shade or sunlight matter not to him, only someone praying
and disapproving of his death curses the young rambler!
Even the hot stones remember that fatal shooting
no rainfall could wash the bloodstains from them
and the square was proudly called John's Place,
even a monument was built to commemorate his valor;
kids gather around it and sing a hymn to his brave comrade,
anyone thinking of harming them must remember
who took the fatal shot proved that attacking
a defenseless woman is an act of cowardice that dishonors him.
In fields of lushest buttercups we ‘d lie
We’d watch the clouds as gently they blew by.
Love was born we thought would never die.
But now you’re gone and here I sadly sigh
That love itself remains without your form
Yet tears of loss enfold me like a storm.
I knew you’d never hurt or do me harm.
I felt your smile’s embrace, so wide, so warm.
How is the world,now emptied of your being?
No sound,no touch,no smell,no sight,no seeing.
How is the world when you have gone ahead
Yet I must linger in my lonely bed?
Some days I weep with gladness for my friends
Some days I weep in sadness without end.