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STORM
The calm waters edge
Happily splashing the shore
The look of the calm
So happy and free
The perfect place
Anyone should want to be
Thoughts of friends
Family you wish to share this moment with
The overwhelming feeling of joy
A swirling in your mind
The most amazing scene by mankind
Displayed right before your eyes
You want to cry
At this feeling of pride
The pride and love of what is in front of your eyes
This epic moment
Sun shining to the sea
Such an amazing thing
Between the rays of light on sea
You see such godlike things
This whole feeling bringing you to your feet
For there is nothing like this
This one thing
The joy of this scene
The warmth of the light beaming
The feeling of being free
This perfect view.
As the sun slowly flows down
You sit with it
Staring at the sea
Its depth amazing
What it can hold
All the life inside its depth
The suns gleam
Off this godly thing
Makes you wonder
How such a beautiful thing
Exists in this world of death.
The trees stir
The sun now tucked away
The ocean moves, calm as every other day
Laying down by its edge
You look towards the sky
The stars slowly form
Showing their light
the moon takes the place
As the cool new sun
The crisp air of night
Flooding your mind
Making you lose track of time
Drifting to sleep
You awake in your dreams
The same old scene
Surrounds you
Yet it is not the same joy
The feeling is strange
The sun is clouded
Darkness making the ocean look grey
What was once a nice day
Has been shown to the side of decay
The wind flows around
But in a different tone
The way it moves
No, no something is wrong
The once clear open sky
Now looks to have drowned and died
The soft ocean seems to turn tide
Then the noise.
There is nothing.
The storms fury is coming
Spin, turn, look for a escape
Unable to hear yourself over the gale
You shut your eyes and think of the time
That time...
The one with the nice breeze
The one with the clear sky
The one that made you cry
Cry and cry
Those tears of happiness and content
The beautiful scene
That beautiful time.
the one that there was not a care in sight
the one where stars where shown bright
yes, yes once upon a time...
I hear silent whispers in the wind
“Take my hand and walk with me
And maybe one day
You can come
To see what
I see”
What nonsense is this
All I know is what I will come to see
Will be the shining light of the sun
As the night comes to an end
The bright sun will come up
So I wait for that light to guide me
After the long dark night
But upon morning there is no shining sun to greet me
It is hidden by foreboding black storm clouds
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
But I look to those clouds and only see beauty
For they bring rain do they not
And rain will wash this dirty earth
And moisten the cracked dirt
With this luscious rain it brings life
To the dead ground
This rain reminds me that through all of the pain regrets and mistakes
You can still be washed anew
Just watch the rain to wash it all away
Forget about yesterday and let the new and beautiful begin
Open your heart to what you never expected
Maybe something magnificent will happen
You'll never know until you try
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
But I know that I am still here
But at the moment just hidden away
in this shell of a person I have become
But like those clouds
This shell will soon be gone
And the sun inside will burst out with
Shinning and beautiful light
Just like the one that sits inside my heart
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
Time will bring this friendship to a close
But only for a short while
Until then I will remember the lesson
I have learned
Beauty Joy and laughter are not
Always going to be shinning brightly
Nor will they always be loud
Sometimes they are Muted and dimmed
But it does not mean that they are gone
Now I can say those far off distan whispers
Were from my own heart
Just hidden away
Like I was that long ago day
Take my hand and walk with me
And maybe one day
You can come to see what
I see
Oh rain cloud oh rain cloud
You can be so quite yet so loud
You know me better than I know you
If I could wave a magic wand and make a fantasy week,
I would rent some cabins in the wilderness near a tourist town.
And fill each one with my family’s love…butterfly kissing cheeks.
With all my children and grandchildren happily gathered around.
Camp food aromas would fill fresh air, tantalizing and good.
We would joyfully sing campfire songs amid giggles and sparks.
Talk about the “growing-up” days while warmed by firewood.
Each child snuggled under someone’s arm as happy as larks.
When darkness came, the moon would shine upon a distant owl.
Whip-or-wills would sing their tune; each child’s heart would thrill.
We would say prayers as a family thanking God for waterfowl.
Together on our beautiful earth, enjoying the quiet still.
In cabins nestled under the stars, amid the black of night,
Beneath scented cedars and pines, we would dream our souls to sleep.
Anticipating sounds of dawn and beautiful mountain sights,
I would lie awake and soak it in, remembering sweetness to keep.
Awakened by the sounds of dawn and crisp mountain air,
I would take my camera for a walk, photographing with flare.
In every bit of nature, I would recognize God’s care.
Thanking Him for sharing sights of deer, antelope, and bear.
When the week was almost gone, we would take a family ride.
And go to the nearby tourist town to shop and look around.
I would buy each some western clothes, feeling good inside.
And tell them I am proud that family love flows unbound.
On that last day, while packing up, we would hear waterfalls cascade.
All together, my children would work, singing a wilderness song.
As I, watching grandchildren, would thank them for good memories made.
Then, upon returned to each his home we could carry this dream along.
© October 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
Wake up O Inhabitants of this Earth
Wake up before it is too late
Wake up before the misdeeds with Nature
Takes away with them, the best
And the most beautifully nourished and preserved
Our priceless and most precious wealth
The ice from Mountains, Glaciers and poles,
Water from the Rivers, Ponds and Lakes
Trees from Mountains, Oxygen from Air
Fishes and Dolphins, Blue Seals and Whales
Deer’s from fields and Tigers from Jungle
Birds from sky and animals from herds
Fragrance from flowers, fruits from trees
Koyal* and Nightingale to sing their melody
And above every thing, all the Seasons from Earth
Which inspires us to sing in joy
And thrill us to write poetry or to make love
Wake up O beautiful children of Nature
Before it is too late
Do not make plans to make roads up to Mount Everest peaks
Let us Make plans how to save the snow peaks
And our ever best friend plants and trees
The Rivers and Ponds, Glaciers and Jheels*
And above all let us also
Try to save our greatest wealth the seven Seas
And its innocent inhabitants
Who has given us foods and pleasures
Adventures, joys and thrills
With the ever precious gift of Rains
Which fills our Mother Earth with Water, Milk and grains
Wake up O beautiful children of Nature, before it is too late
Save our Rain forests, beautiful Glaciers and above all our climate
Before the Nature itself starts the process of changing
Without giving us the warning of its fury
Which can destroy our very existence from
This and this only place The Earth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 9th December 2009
*Jheels ( A Hindi word means Lakes)
*A singing bird of India like Nightingale
Thanksgiving’s just a few days away. Yet, I feel the sudden need to write down these
random thoughts about Christmas! The weather today brings to life memories of the
season! My favorite holiday season of the year! This chill in the air, the earth-tone autumn
leaves like kites flying so high, tripping over each other as if in a race, the beautiful giant
oaks and elms, with their branches shivering in the cold wind…. Already, I’m picturing a
wonderful, fantasy-like landscape of snow; the whitest fluffy, snow drifts! Catching glimpses
of old bushy tail digging out some buried food, from some time ago. The rising smoke from
chimneys reaching for gray skies, snow-covered roof tops, the unforgettable smell of
homemade bread, baking in Mama’s oven! Then, at close of day come, the brightest
twinkling stars, glistening like diamonds on velvet throw of mid-night blue! And when the
moon shines so bright, you would think it was day... so clear you could see Jupiter if you
look closely! And I imagine how absolutely beautiful God must be!! The most beautiful spirit
there is! A view to die for because such beauty man's heart can not behold and remain in
this flesh!!! For who else would create all this magnificent beauty around us? From the
genuine smile which graces the face of an innocent child emanating from the purest of
hearts, to the single blade of green grass that leans into the wind, daring to stand against
such mighty force which threatens to break huge branches off trees!
Cont'd
Step back today
and gave upon this world of beauty.
Gave upon its wonders and mysteries.
Take a step back today
and look at all the lovely things
in which this world contains.
But look while you can
because it will all soon perish and expire.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."
A flower may stand tall,
give us greaty delight.
But when this flower of great beauty
is picked
the flower will soon shrivel and expire.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."
A catipilar which is so blissful
so joyous
comes to a certain point
that it turns into a beautiful butterfly
giving our sight great delight.
But it takes no longer than sinrise to sunset
for this beautiful butterfly to perish
and expire.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."
The mountain air, and lovely green trees
gives life, gives home to many.
It is a breathtaking sight when gazed upon
and it takes no longer than a seconsd
to take it all away.
To stop the rivers from flowing.
To stop the wind from brushing through the trees
from whispering messages to those who'll listen.
It only takes a second for it all to be destroyed.
To make this beauty perish.
"Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."
Everything will soon perish and expire.
And if life gives us somethign beautiful
we must take it for what it's worth.
Enjoy the seconds, minutes, and hours.
We must enjoy the time we have
to gave upon the worlds beauty and wonders.
For "Death Devours ALL Lovely Things."
Pt.2
I think of my favorite itty, bitty bugs, so gentle, harmless, my Ladybugs hibernating
now, or they would be out showing their beautiful satin-like polka dot dresses of red and
black, or tan and black... I have been feeling a bit down lately but who has not been down
this path at some time or other in this life? And so I must thank my few friends, whom I
know have been praying for me, because some of the dark clouds were suddenly lifted
today! Most of the fog has vanished! My circumstances have not changed, but my soul is at
peace once more. I’m beginning to see! Yes, today, I parked the car.. I did not enter the
house but went for the usual walk instead. And I watched nature changing, saw how it was
adjusting to all the elements in stride- the temperature, the wind, the sun and rain. It
reminded me to “taste and see” how sweet life is and to remember that it doesn’t matter
what is going on today, there will be a tomorrow. And if tomorrow doesn’t come for me, in
this place, so what? I will be at home where all of my sorrows and regrets and the tears and
all the fears, will be buried in ancient graveyards of yesterday. I look forward to welcoming
another beautiful Christmas, with the beautiful music, the wonderful smells, the laughter and
joy, the brightly colored lights, including the craziness of it all- which I can do without
sometimes, lol—But yes, I embrace it all!
~*~
The beautiful cottage stood, powerful and strong,
Tall majestic trees enhanced the beautiful scenery.
There were blue spruces exquisite with elegant brush like branches,
Pines that reached out towards nature, branches sharp to touch.
The ground was rugged with rich soil and slate,
Gray and black squirrels scampered about.
There were blue jays hidden in the branches of the spruce,
Wildflowers grew everywhere, Queen Anne's lace and buttercups.
An occaissional butterfly fluttered past,
The cottage faced the tranquil and silent lake.
You could see the ducks and geese swimming and making ripples in the lake,
The residence had multiplex windows so you could view the beautiful scenery all around.
The living-room was large and spacious with tall windows,
A comfortable sofa to sit upon, chairs where you could sit back and read.
The kitchen was traditional and old-fashioned,
An old-fashioned stove where you could cook your meals and bake bread and pies.
Exquisite furniture made of log and pine, where you could enjoy delicous meals,
A beautiful haven and spacious room where you could sleep,
At home with God's paradise, my dream cottage,
A haven for all seasons.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
As sunset begins to set in the sky takes on a deep salmon color.
Clouds of grays and whites start to mix and stir taking on a awesome sight.
The greenery begins to glow of a yellow hew.
The pinks turn to red and greys turn to a charcole and black.
The winds pick up tossing trees to the left and to the right.
This is the beginning of a stormy stormy night.
Then as the drops of rain begin to fall, they slap everything not just one but all.
Then as the storms pace begins to quicken the sound become that of a earie thing.
Hail begins to peck upon the roof of tin.
Hail pounding when will it end?.
Then the sky would light up if only for a glance.
Thunder would clap and scare one out of the chance.
Then as quick as it had begun the storm was over just to start all over again.
Hours had passed and the fronts had gone for now off in the distance was a
wonderful light show.
As it had quieted down we would nessle back into our bedsand closed our eyes for
a short nap.
Morning had come like a blink of an eye.
The sun was rising what a beautiful sight.
Once again the beautiful skies of electric blue appeared.
Who was to have known of the stormy stormy night?.
As sunset begins to set in the sky takes on a deep salmon color.
Clouds of grays and whites start to mix and stir taking on a awesome sight.
The greenery begins to glow of a yellow hew.
The pinks turn to red and greys turn to a charcole and black.
The winds pick up tossing trees to the left and to the right.
This is the beginning of a stormy stormy night.
Then as the drops of rain begin to fall, they slap everything not just one but all.
Then as the storms pace begins to quicken the sound become that of a earie thing.
Hail begins to peck upon the roof of tin.
Hail pounding when will it end?.
Then the sky would light up if only for a glance.
Thunder would clap and scare one out of the chance.
Then as quick as it had begun the storm was over just to start all over again.
Hours had passed and the fronts had gone for now off in the distance was a
wonderful light show.
As it had quieted down we would nessle back into our bedsand closed our eyes for
a short nap.
Morning had come like a blink of an eye.
The sun was rising what a beautiful sight.
Once again the beautiful skies of electric blue appeared.
Who was to have known of the stormy stormy night?.