Between the lines above the shores silence grows flooding the bayou taking moss from tall hollow branches as driftwood falls to the ground splash empty Orr the balance beneath hidden gems catered to beyond what is seen and what is not seen while the tropical breeze frolic about nature's coastline beside the bay while inland moves to a different drum racing to board walks river rafters through beach erosion mastering the sense of being safe crystal springs rushes by and by while rain scatters across the sky clouds burst the sun peeking through in a distance dancing on the greenery the warm tides rises hugging the soft shores
Kehte hai khubsurat hoti hai mahobbat
Koi hamse pucho jab yahi dede dard
Us dard ko ham aasu ban bahate hai
Ham tumse orr ishq kar jate hai
Socha khatam kar dege sabkuch
Par fir tumko hi niharte hai
Na dikho tum to pareshan ho jate hai
Tumhare zikra se hi ham khil jate hai
Chahte hai saath tumhara par chah kar bhi kuch kar na pate he
Ham tumse har roz ishq kar jate hai
They, born of rich blood
are as humble as alley cats
Royal patriots of the most Sacred Order
they are Feline's from the
Golden Temple Of Orr:
They are always ready to be at your service
They belong to the Sacred Meow Society .
Tell me about them.
The planet doesn't need more successful people
it needs peacemakers, healers, restorers,
storytellers and lovers of every kind
It needs people who live well in their places
people of moral courage willing to join the fight
to make the world, habitable and humane
Qualities that have little to do with success
as we have defined it to be.
?? David W. Orr, Eco Literacy
Eye to eye
Thoughts were expressed within
Eye to eye
Many imprompto words expressed
Like a warm water pressed
Beneath the sea
Stretch the conversation tea
And found a disaster
Within the eye faster
Age was the barrier
Orr a thought was the warrior
But like a mirror
Its peirced the eye err
Like red blood appears
And real idea dissapears!!!!!!
I saw a teenager on the 42 bus,
An older teenager, tall and thin,
He boarded a few stops after me,
And i thought i knew his journey in.
He looked like a CS student,
As i had been in my older teens,
Or at least an engineer, long hair,
For programming he had beans.
The bus ended up at King’s Buildings,
And passed the university’s central block,
So i guessed he was going into the lab,
The computer lab where he would dock.
That journey time in the long evening,
Was so peaceful and dynamic most times,
That I could reflect to rhyme, consider,
The meaning of life, freedom and signs.
He took his jacket off some way in,
As i sometimes would in my wheelchair,
When i peddled along to the Boyd Orr,
Against the flow of students with day air.
Going into the lab at night regularly,
Made you different in culture and society,
But on your initial journeys you realised,
That you have equal worth and propriety.
It must have been around 1967, a Christmas that
feels like yesterday. Funny thing though, I don’t
remember unwrapping it, I don’t remember jumping
for joy, but I’m certain I did. With five children we
didn’t think of asking Santa for more than one gift.
Oh, there were always more gifts under the tree,
ones from our grandparents and of course mom
and dad. But that one, the one you wished for
was never knitted socks or mitts or anything
you wear, it was something special like
a toy or game. This one year the gift of all gifts
came to me. We always visited relatives and
good friends and I remember taking it with me.
I see it in my hands as I sat with my very own
transistor radio in the quiet corner listening to
the Boston Bruins playing hockey with my
hero number 4, Bobby Orr. I had a ten year old
girly crush on him and I was in heaven that night
every time the announcer said his name. Many
Christmases have come and gone since then, but
the memories of that radio with an antenna and
two turning knobs I will never forget.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.30.2014
Contest: Hush of Christmas Past
1st
"Guarded and cautious ,
Like hiding the key.
The front stays erected ,
for anyone to see.
The posts , the prods, and banter,
are just to keep worry at bay.
They're the one with the smile, not letting on each day.
The one with the help,
a shoulder or good deeds.
It's too hard to reveal,
That they're the one that now needs.
How do they trust,
To describe what they feel.
Leary of false
faces,
How can they tell ones loyalty is real.
Not taking chances, and instead turning to prayer.
They put their trust in The Lord,
because His loves always there!" Becky Orr Olson
"As darkness fades with morning light
I feel your presence though not plain in site.
It was the same everyday
Growing
Surrounded by love ,
With touch and soft words , all that you'd say.
Two little faces, two hearts you held tight
We BOTH were your world
A bond created
through love and your might.
A family we were
A family we'll stay
And remember you're with us
To show us your way.
The smiles are here
The happiness to stay
Determined to live life
To the fullest each day.
No drama or strife
No silence or
Cast
Just to live as
It comes
Perseverance the mast."
Becky Orr Olson
Hello, this is beyond the, the voicemail.
This is the brick corner and ribbon road.
Goodbye, bygone, this is no real detail.
This is falsetto time and lost signal,
miles away, minutes long, and God’s load.
Hello, this is beyond the, the voicemail.
This is the neurotransmitter that failed,
forced friction burning holes in the Orr cloud.
Goodbye, bygone, this is no real detail.
This is the hand placing coins on the scale.
This is the ear searching by stereo.
Hello, this is beyond the, the voicemail.
This is no go, no context in Braille.
This is the cryptic man and woman’s code.
Goodbye, bygone, this is no real detail.
This is me. This is no love song that wails.
This is the only bluff I know in town.
Hello, this is beyond the, the voicemail.
Goodbye, bygone, this is no real detail.
i've found the greatest guy
the one i wanna marry
at first he was very shy
the one i wanna marry
then i fell hard for him
the one i wanna marry
and as the days go by with him
the one i wanna marry
my love grows stronger for
the one i wanna marry
he opened a whole new door
the one i wanna marry
to a future so bright n pure
the one i wanna marry
the one thing i know for sure
the one i wanna marry
he is the only one my love is for
the one i wanna marry
is you
the one i wanna marry
is david william orr
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