Still trying to compute
The world around she
And looks so minute
A proper little dolly
Her smile hwr attribute
Makes people jolly
And their is no dispute
Image of her mum deferntly
No one one quite as cute
As could then be
And this a tribute
To my niece holly
Taken bits from poem
Zachary a tri bute to niece
Holly 2005 2012......
Watching him roll his eyes
Unsure what to make of you
Though still he often tries
But unsure what to say or do
Hearing his laugths and cries
Now what has he been up too
The whens,wheres,whos,whys
Because eveything to him new
I supose the world in his eyes
Unlike us an uncomplicated view
Always it is a plesent suprise
Whenever l see my nephew
Tribute to jack written 2020
Some bits taken from world in his eyes poem
Bit like sense of place and whete l want to be
Just switching words around...
Stroke of twelve banter down lanes,
madrigal of quaint shroud dark mystery,
lull between that veiled velvet lullaby,
crescent moon peep oe’r urban slumber,
boisterous beep beep car quiet piercing,
deep indigo curtain wrapped pine trees,
nightjar sky dive whilst emits eerie pitch,
oblivious to midnight’s terse timeline
Rocking you gently
under the light of the moon.
My only time,
just me and you.
No big brother
or big sister
vying for my attention.
Just me and you,
rocking under
the light of the moon.
Silver moon begins to rise,
One sweet star sings
lullabies,
Bringing dreams to sleepy
eyes!
Why oh why - what be it may?
What impelled you? Dawn broke
Does it imply internal of success
Did you indeed climb enjoying the joke
It's a lullaby!!? Who did it impress?
I still wish that I may and or I might
Have the stars in the skies to wish upon
And the tune, of the lullaby soothe the night
Beauteous Be this golden of opportunities
I sat on a wall - I built with exclaim
Stand tall too but with doom on fossil my rock
And too! My cold front, shed no tears with blame
What satisfaction can you get with intent
I see - visually the perception clear
Dysfunction - disorientation! Got a clue?
What's happening to me ? The mind might went ,I fear
In my soul! Blessed inspired by God
Me little ole me myself cleansing internally
Healing within - where to begin
Keeping my stars in the heavens with me , actually
I see - too those horrific stones aimed
Hurt? Built my wall on my rock not yet to fall
I walk in my age that fossil be it be may
It's no lullaby! Really! With theory of
Repetition, its now a new call.
Blessed Sleep
Quietude hums a lullaby; softly falls at night.
Dim the lights, listen as you close your eyes.
My little ones: to heavenly melodies, nursery rhymes.
Now that your long day’s play is done.
Quietude is in the air; sleep sweetly.
As you lie here in your crib, a pathway into the dream world.
Of fairies, in the symphony's garden, holding you with care.
Blessed sleep, a wondrous treat, oh, gentle rest.
With your woobie soft blanket to keep you safe.
While angels sprinkle angel dust, in your eyes is
A treasure in disguise. So, close your eyes, my little ones.
Angle guard your tranquil crib.
Sounds of tin soldiers marching your way.
Dancing around your head, ballerinas on graceful tiptoes.
All the excitement hangs from your crib mobile.
Here are all your comforts at your feet.
Cotton candy, enchanted trees, fireflies, and shiny
Stones, what a delight!
Grandma's music box is nearby, just in case you want to listen.
Playing “You Are My Sunshine.”
So keep dreaming, counting sheep.
Goodnight, baby, sleep.
You are safe here.
a nighttime song played
waves crash and clap against shore
and birds add their chirp
Transitioning to a higher realm of life.
The mind whirls and waltzes with dream and time.
A cluster of winged angels arrives.
With all the smiling loves of your life.
At the end of a starry tunnel.
Jesus greets you within a brilliant light,
With a bouquet of wildflowers and a long-lost lullaby.
You've finally arrived on heavenly time.
A soul bathed in sweet salvation never truly dies.
Rumble Stein gathered all the
children closer to share the grim
legend of the Manor's hidden
archives.
Rumple Stein chuckles, a dry
and rattling sound,
As the children sit quivering
upon the cold hammering ground.
"Deep in the Manor, past the grand,
winding stair,
A secret wall hides a terrible
nightmare."
He taps on the stone with a
long, yellow nail,
Spelling out the dread of a
ghostly old tale.
"Behind the dark oak sits a
library dead,
Where the screaming spirits of
old cluster over your sleepy head."
If a curious child finds the brass
hidden spring,
The wall swings wide open to
a terrifying thing.
Dusty shelves stretch forever
in shadows so deep,
Where a weeping gleaming ghost
never settled to sleep.
"Beware the old books wrapped
in velvet and lace,
And never read lullabies out
in that place!"
For the moment you whisper
those sweet bedtime rhymes,
The phantom awakens from
ancient, dark times.
She will drift from the ceiling
and freeze up your breath,
Singing a lullaby that traps
you in death.
Your sleepy eyes will heavy, your
body will twist and turn cold,
Another lost child for the
library to hold.
Moonbeams glow as I sing
you to sleep,
Over the treetops where
quiet stars peep,
Ocean of dreams are now
ready for you,
Nighttime has painted the
sky a deep blue,
Shut your sweet eyes until
morning shines through.
With shimmering wings and
a wand of bright gold,
A beautiful fairy tale waits to
unfold.
She sprinkles her dust as she
tells of a brave knight,
Then tucks you in cozy and
turns down the light.
Goodnight, little dreamers,
sleep tight until dawn.
My future has a funny name
It sounds like Good Morning
She cares about to look the same
And takes away my yearning
I am a man of working glass
I drink to fill the time
Between the future and the past
And it works out fine
Then comes Good Evening, dressed in blue
She is my past time lady
All through the day I thought of you
But darkness grows too shady
My eyes get dim as fades the light
It’s time for lullaby
But as you've gone, it can’t sound right
So wouldn’t worth a try.
on the seashore
kite
kite
to fly a kite
feet touching the sand
a little
childish dream/
to touch the rainbow
to be buried
in the blue well
golden
dust
like an orange
round
in the village
to run
never stop
to run
to look into the eyes of the sea
to touch
7 colors
7 faces
7 words
hidden in his hand
a little
world
7 colors
7 faces
7 words
and a kite
a kite
flying
towards the rainbow
from my hands
from me
from my sea.
BY: Dilara Pinar ARIÇ
It’s a ruthless heatwave darling
Temps are thirty plus these days
Though it’s May, some leaves are falling
Baked to gold and brown phase
Saw banana moon last night
Hanging in the darkened sky
I imagined that you might
Have spotted it as well as I
But I guess you see the moon
From a different angle now
And its shape may change too soon
Sooner than this yellow bow
That I saw, will become rounder
And the big fat moon will rise
Upon us - we’ll sing about her
Like we did in good old times..
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