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I miss you my little angel
Sometimes I watch the memories in my mind
I see the lost memories.that where Better left behind
I visit them and never want to leave
That I'll see you again I must believe
where did all the time go
It doesn't seem that long ago
Thinking of times long gone
Brought back by some song
Will I ever see you again
And how lonely my life has been
Without you there in my sight
You always visit me at at night
My love it will never die
deep in the night I sometimes cry
Your standing there and so real it does
seem
I only get to see you in a dream
I take a moment. Thinking if you long gone
You come to me in a song
I hope someday to see you again
I will never forget how long its been
God must of needed an angel so sweet
to take my little angel up to him to meet
maybe he needed a vision so bright
To make the other angels see the light
Daddy misses you my lottle one
You were my morning sun
1) Castles will crumble and best plans will fall apart
But I will still praise you, Lord
Dejections and disappointments will break my heart
But I will still praise you, Lord
2) Life's traumas and tragedies will find their way in
But I will still praise you, Lord
Prayers may go unanswered and I'll crack within
But I will still praise you, Lord
CHORUS:
I will still praise you, Lord
But I will still praise you, Lord
You are my Hope, my Strength and my Stay
I will still praise you, Lord
3) In suffering and deep agony, tears will fall
But I will still praise you, Lord
Whate'er I do may fail, and setbacks spread their pall
But I will still praise you, Lord
4) Miracles may not happen, and faith may grow weak
But I will still praise you, Lord
Life storms will destroy and the weather may grow bleak
But I will still praise you, Lord
Your love for song is all over known,
All fair boys lure you with the melody
Of their ill-tuned harps, and tone
Their ill-meant motives of the body
With deceptive tunes that easily tempt.
But I think there's much you can learn
From the didactic lyrics of maturer harps
That pipe the theme of beauty's sun
That only rises because it intends to set.
Some other harps do speak of the cruelty
That cheeky girls inflict on besotted boys
Who seek to give meaning to their bloom
But instead play with them like toddling toys.
Your untouched sun rises while mine sets
And I do not intend to rewind the clocks
To look behind where my shadow lies,
And seduce my junior sister with lewd talks.
A true sage I was born and I intend to remain
The reliable harp that dispenses rare wisdom
To young lasses who listen to the wrong harps,
That they may use their love for song for great learning
And like the back of their hands know song's evil traps.
Its still raining, my eyes still tired,
wet lawns with little puddles drowning our earth -
but despite the monochromatic skyline,
birds arrived with their morning song -
not afraid to get their wings wet.
Selfish sun has abandoned me,
so I ponder amongst the puddles and serenades,
is this an analogy for us to continue with our purpose,
despite the adversity life throws at us?
Are you even alive?
Is breathing confirmation of your conscience?
Do we even need a reason for existence...
Many probably do not care or do not realise,
but if life was a contest, where would you place?
Not everyone has been gifted or cursed with empathy.
Would compassion compete if it was a competition?
Are words enough to justify where we finish on the podium,
or is it understanding what lies behind the veil -
or failing to explain that it hinders how we choose our path.
So why do we hide behind words?
Why are you afraid?
We can wear a disguise behind metaphors,
but in reality our truth in never being revealed
eats at our heart, killing our desires -
a corrupt heart means a death to our purpose.
I guess the dilemma is:
Do we need a purpose
and what is the purpose of living without a purpose..
Guess I am lucky I found my purpose.
Not everyone can spread light, but I will continue to illuminate.
A selfless soul never worries about the pedestal.
In a selfish world where time is your nemesis,
you have a choice how you wish to place in your contest.
Simple Musing
9 December 2023
Drivel in a puddle
Cried my tears
The bowl is dry
The water is a wonder we all need there is no why
The water is life
The life is for the all
We can not keep our pigeon read
We only seam to fall
There is a crawl up a way side
There is a demon in the tree
You should not question every feeling , the sky is the ceiling
This is only a dream
Nothing is as it seems and it will never be so
Only one time
Sometime
Can I begin
From where I started from?
The lord is a word
The meaning is old
The vulture’s a bird
Not one scrap left for thee
Me? I see you
I can be beneath you
In the clouds
catching your shine
Not mine. No
Mine is a long soft wave
The song of a swan
The honk of a goose in my feathers
Warm like the hot water bottle by my feet
The crickets make sounds that I will never forget
Chirping us all to sleep until the next season comes
The high tides
The Bay of Fundy
The rocks show early
The fish swim sparkling
The same as we all keep moving and shining in our own way.
Everything is all the same in a way that it isn’t at all
Separately equal only makes sense as a philosophy
But everything is equally absurd
Before the lightning strikes
Before the crow caws in the morning
The mist is thicker than the shaving cream my Papa never used
My goat is bearded
The lamp is lit
The fire is cracking
My fun is never a lack
I have sight to see
I have sounds to hear
My touch is connected to my brain
It is shocking
The memory
The strange details
The inability to forget
The chore of remembering
Not as delightful as the chores of a farm
My old body is going
I wish it wouldn’t take you so long
This experience has filled me
To burst into an entire new Universe
I had invited it, and for 6 months allowed it to set up camp.
And like a sudden storm, it had come with a punch and lingered.
Like a frog relaxing in the kettle, I did not see it coming until
It bit my finger like a thorn and stung my hand like a bee.
It said repeatedly that its name was Fantasy.
With a smile I said, "My name is Reality".
I knew it belonged to the wild and was never meant for me.
Still, for 6 months, I cherished and nursed it like a pet.
I was at the crossroads and living in denial, I guess.
I felt no harm, because it quickly started to calm.
Like a soothing cool breeze, it began to whisper.
Like a sweet dream, life was feeling like a soft song.
But for 6 months, I lived dangerously, ignoring the warnings.
And I fail to read the road sign saying, 'Nightmares just ahead'.
Too blind to see; too deaf to hear; I had no fear.
For 6 months, it fevered and festered.
And like a leach, it clung to me forbiddingly.
I was foolish and painted in folly and fantasy.
But for 6 months, I welcomed and bade it to stay.
It had muscles of might, but we knew it had no right.
It seemed to feed upon itself and me both day and night.
But after 6 months, Fantasy quickly lifted and faded like a vaper.
The baby departs. The boy loves to cling. The man must go forward.
Fantasy departed willingly, and I faced Reality before becoming a casualty.
051822PS
kisses.
feel them
the tension and aliveness
they’re loaded with psychology and social context
its an intense observation
mouths connect our inner and outer worlds
they cross the exterior-interior divide
they’re simple forms of passion and expression
but they’re drastic and emphatic
I wrestle with wildness
I desire less breathing room, less layering
I riot with instinctive response
I long to obliterate feminine’ restraint
and share inner experience
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A song for this:
Drive Me Crazy by The SoCal VoCals
Fly Into Your Arms (a cappella) by X-Cetra
Nothing Can Stop Us by Saint Etienne
I wish I had the time
to write a little verse
making it a song
not short or very long
for better or for worse
But it probably wouldn't rhyme
I wish I had some money
Now, that would be a laugh
Growing from a tree
falling down, around on me
The Taxman would take half
Now,that's not even funny
I wish I had a friend
joining me to the finish
to take my hand when I've fallen
and come running as I'm calling
But in time, it would diminish
And I'm sure that it would end
Oh, I wish I had a wife
it would be a happy time
we could sit and talk for hours
see the world, and make it ours
But then the final crime
One of us, must loose our life
Oh, I wish I had a wish
I would put it on a plate
and serve it up to you
to see what you would do
something simple, something great
Or just leave it on the dish
Form:
Arising from bed this morning about half-past five, I was delighted once again to be greeted with a September morning. A hearty good morning to you, my beloved September. There are choice memories of you that I am compelled to consider. Not only was I born on a noonday in September, but the birth of Autumn also appears on the 22nd of September. And like the memory of 30 years ago when I first heard a song with September in its title*. I shall never forget the place and scenery when I heard the song. That song has become one of my favorites, and like you September, it's so refreshing and delightful each time I hear it.
The summer heat sometimes flows into you like an over-heated engine. Like today, in my area of the country, it's going to be 111 degrees. Nevertheless, there is still this mindset focused and filled with ''goodbyes'' to the century-plus temperature days and ''hello's" to Fahrenheit numbers on the downside.
My sweet September, I like to feel the gentle and tender roll of your name across my lips: Sep tem ber. And I love the soothing sounds of Sep tem ber flowing into my ears. You are like a bridge connecting two extremes. You bring the season of Autumn to separate 'heat from cold'.
I hasten to add that we have a dear friend named June who is most delightful and kind. There is no denying that July is a beautiful word. And what's not to like about a name like August? I suspect that the three summer months provide more sunshine and light up our world more than any other. But it's you, September, that I most adore; and I truly love you more.
written2017; PresentContest, Colorful Fall, Nayda Ivette Negron 09172018
Not too long ago, and being so small,
I knew of my purpose nothing at all.
~ Oh, sweet little bud, how I yearned to be fed,
Abiding long days, hoping petals would spread.
As cotton clouds cried and moistened my space,
I bloomed forth in glory, sun warming my face!
~ One illustrious morn, as my rounds had begun,
Your petals yawned tenderly, kissed by the sun.
A beautiful bird with fast-flapping wings
Is nourished by me; oh, how my heart sings!
~ Now, dear one, don't fear me, as gently, I spin,
For precious, the nectar, that sweetens within.
The reason my sisters and I sprang from earth -
Sweet-scented and pink - I now KNOW! I have worth!
~ Each sunrise we'll greet with harmonious song,
Serenading the day ... until shadows grow long!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Duets: I Shall Collaborate With You" Poetry Contest, James Edward Lee, Sr, Judge & Sponsor. Written by Andrea Dietrich, (the flower, left side), and Gregory R Barden, (the hummingbird, right side).
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Collaboration - Grab A Writing Partner" Poetry Contest, Joseph May, Judge & Sponsor.