Somehow, she appears from nowhere
to dominate the darkest sky,
her glow, suspended in the air,
will mystically bring on a sigh.
Her magnetic vibes are wondrous:
the shifting of each ocean's tide,
and also, somehow moving us-
she steers how minds and feelings ride.
Manipulator is our Moon.
Our months, divided each by stage,
are how her phases stay in tune
to regulate how hearts will gauge.
Full moon and love are tied as one-
Romance and moonlight, hand in hand
maneuver closeness that is spun
as Cupid seals what she has planned.
A force of nature, to be sure!
For ages, she's been on a throne
with mystic strength that does allure-
to mysteries still unbeknown.
Important note about this poem:
After Adam's fall,
After the great deluge,
After the tower of Babel,
God desired to physically
Keep mankind disconnected.
Thus, separation by continents
By way of oceans and seas.
"...and the waters that were gathered
together he called Seas. ...". Gen.1.10b
Out of me,
the Contenents came,
And my waves against
their shores were my greeting
My depth is defying
My waves are trying
My winds are unforgiving
I am the oceans and the seas
The fog is blinding
Not a time for crying
Everything keeps moving
Unlike the river flowing
I am the oceans and the seas
Here, everything's rushing
The brave ones are fishing
For shrimp and tuna; craving
I am the oceans and the seas
I, the mistress of partitioning
I, the master of disconnecting
I also major in separating
I too, minor in dividing
I am the oceans and the seas
The massive pathway for conquering
The gigantic roadway for discovering
The first highway to faraway traveling
I am the oceans and the seas
I met one ant in my house.
I read about a second ant.
The second ant is another story.
If forced to give the first ant a name,.
I would most gladly call him Terry.
There was no interaction with the
Other ant that I only read about, but
I learned a valuable life-lesson from him.
However, the no name ant is another story.
My personal experience was with Terry.
Terry, heading west on my bathroom
Floor, suddenly turned right to go north.
Just to interact with him, I tried to turn him
Back north. He did not like my interference.
I offered him certain treats, but he said, "No".
So I left him alone.
I then proceeded to do other nessisary
chores and soon forgot about Terry.
I later remembered him and returned to see if he could be found. To my utter amazement and
Surprise, When I looked under the sink cabinet,
I witnessed an ant being reeled in by a spider.
I assumed it was Terry. Lesson learned?
If for any reason, you are advised by another,
Listen and proceed with caution, or turn
Around.
Life said to death,
I make people live and thrive.
Death said to life,
I make them barely survive and die.
On and on they went;
Back and forth they said:
I fill people with joy and gladness.
I fill them with pain and suffering.
I give them hope for tomorrow.
I give them grief and sorrow.
I fill them with songs of melody.
I give them songs of misery.
I teach people that there's life after you.
I tell them that there nothing after me.
When time shall be no more,
I offer people eternity.
When time shall cease to be,
That will be the end of me.
The cloud looked down in silent shame -
'Oh! What do I do? My lighting kills!'
The strong winds blew it to pastures green -
'O Look down now - your rainfall heals!'
"You hold Eternity in your hand!"
Boomed the ocean to the shore.
"For, in every grain of sand -
Is Earth's history for evermore! "
Staring into the eye of the storm
you're the tornado ripping apart my soul
I can't think straight
but one doesn't need to think
to know the path to follow
Destroyed in destruction that follows
you're whirlwind keeps me whole
any which way it's about to blow
and I adore the way you blow
the temperature rises
as I burn deeply in your glow
weather is nothing to take lightly
and I take it all
the good, the bad
even snow
I hate you
I love you
"I am the rose of Sharon and the lily of the valleys"
Bible, Song of Solomon 2:1
I call her Rose.
She came from Sharon,
A region in the land of Israel.
She's a Rose of Sharon tree.
You might have one of your own.
Anyway, Rose was a gift from a friend.
We planted her in our back yard and for
A couple of years, we watched her grow
And produce some beautiful blossoms.
Sadly we sold the property and moved away.
It's been more than four years now, and I am
Sure that Rose has spread her limbs and is
Now displaying some breath-taking roses.
We miss our Rose. The short While we spent
Together made us happy and proud. She was
An important part of our tree family We are
Happy for Rose's new family who must be
Enjoying her as much as we did.
Oh Yellow.
I was both arrested and captured by you.
My eyes locked on a most gorgious view.
Oh Yellow.
Were you a car, I'd pay you no mind.
But you are you; So, I make you mine.
Oh Yellow.
Were you a house, in you I would not recline;
And at your table, I would not dine.
But you are you; So, I make you mine.
Oh Yellow.
You look so stunning all the time.
Oh my sweet Yellow, I'll always be
Your best fellow.
I am slipping into a dream_
I am in a forest green and lush
with trees so beautiful
and bird songs divine
and hear a "tree" talking. . .
my roots are deep in the earth
my branches raised to the sun
I am strength and I am courage
a river flows past me like a stream of glass
I am tranquility and serenity . . .
the winds are whistling through my weeping leaves
like violin's crying and
echoing in the forest . . .
I gave to life all the soul I had in me
all my leaves and tears trembled
and all my pain fell in autumn
drifting away red, yellow and orange
to decay . . .
I rest under the snow
and place on a cloak of pure white
then, in the Spring I put on my emerald gown
and re-birth . . .
Through many generations
Roots have forged strong bonds
that overlap each other deep in the earth
I am the oldest,
not untouched by the outside world
beauty and decay
Mixed with nostalgia and lush forest
children's play and laughter
When I look back
in slightly blurry images
No echo in the forest anymore
silence reigns
The city is growing faster than my family
the crystal ball cannot predict the future
They always stop and look at me
Cameras often click my way.
They often gossip by this Tree
And they have a lot to say!
At times, they bask inside my shade.
They hug me just for fun.
The Tree, "the unsung friend" they've made
And I get to be part of their fun.
For instance, when playing hide and seek
They freeze behind me out of sight.
It makes me laugh when they take a peak
And jump out at their friends to fright.
Some consider me a masterpiece
As I feature in their art.
When they're near to me they feel my peace.
Now isn't that quite smart?
I have outlived many souls
Who used to greet me everyday.
Human love helps nature to feel whole,
What more can I say?
This is me. I am the Tree
And until my own time ends,
I'll be your joyous company
Your Tree, your "unsung friend".
I am not just a tree but a tree of many lives
I have watched and protected for many years
My trunk has become strong and thick like armor
I am a fierce but gentle, always standing guard
I am burdened with pain and suffering of the seasons
Of many storms, some with heartache and destruction
Lightning has destroyed some of my limbs and branches
But my soul remains strong and as deep as my roots
I provide homes for nature’s beautiful creatures
Birds still build nests on my limbs of branches
My leaves are like many fingers providing shelter
From the hot sun, the cold rain and frigid snow
My oak leaves protect and camouflage
Many needy creatures have lived for years
Safely thriving in homes, I provided selflessly
As well as standing tall and guarding your home
Someday I know that my limbs and trunk may crack
And rot may take over and destroy my strength, as I fall
I hope you will be kind and salvage a piece of my soul
As a table or chair that you will forever honor in your home
once
ever green
then
autumn gold
bedecked
stark
now
in silhouette
aged
gnarled
root
laid bare
mistletoed
in winter
frieze
still
blankets
me
I have known him for many years,
most of which have been good.
But some have been bad and ugly.
He can serve you well if you get to
know him well and keep him in his place.
If you allow him, he can and will lead you astray.
I mean no disrespect to Mr. Heart.
In fact, he knows better than anyone
that I am being truthful about him.
We have been advised most of our lives
to follow Mr. Heart, 'Follow your heart'.
I mean no disrespect to our parents, friends,
and teachers. They meant the very best for us.
But I came to realize that was poor advise.
Mr. Heart is not pure and can be deceptive.
Mr. Heart knows his limitations and his purpose.
Moreover, he will follow you, if you lead him.
So by all means, do not follow Mr. Heart.
Rather, we must LEAD Mr. Heart.
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