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morning coffee delayed by an hour
we view as fortunate this earth life test
it lets us check if our mood has gone sour
such are adversities we overcome in light jest
As the Self we have no limitation,
enjoying full freedom, feeling complete,
living light in all time celebration,
spontaneity inking every tweet,
in endless renewal, as God’s heartbeat.
Eternal awareness yet seeks God’s love,
rainbow in full view, as in sky above.
holding onto last traces of ego
we retain the form sconce that holds the flame
the light of Self we intimately know
dwelling here, love enablement its aim
whereafter our soul’s no longer the same
with this goal in view, as bliss beats renew
we are on earth, a spirit passing through
Let me open your mine, can I tickle your brain. Let the words from my lips, play like melody's on your brain. As my words sit on the moist brain, and enjoy the view, as my word put ocean of fantasy waves on your mine. Let me take you there, you'll be just fine. My words was meet to easy your mine.
This summer, garden's flowers, lure me to come, drink in beauty
Shady tree, a bench to rest, enjoy the view, as clouds present
Rest and dream, before the storm blows, rain to water, summer's rose
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Written: January 29, 2015
Roses are red, but we cannot deliberate any further the traits of the bed
Rue, due to the sea blue, replica of brotha, anew view, as Olivia is misled
What is being said? The criteria my sugar sweet is comedy, for he is a she
You might get angry or find this funny, gender, crazy. It was the seventeenth century
Form:
Today my eyes are open,
they are shut no-more.
Everything's more clear,
much clearer than before.
Now I see an exit
off this weary road
and a place where we can rest
sit back and unload.
Now I can go at my own pace
taking in the view as I go.
Deciding which road to take,
Where it leads...
I just don't know !
To have maintained a faith in a creator is not just to know he is beyond the many new stars just past this night's sky. Moreover, when mitigated as newborn points of light to most, but when examined by the few, therein each to view as the many joyful tears soon to also exclaim exaltation to, "He who Causes to Become" - Jehovah our God!
L-et fifth February fun
A-im to light up the day;
I-t's Sunday morning glory,
C-old chill fades
A-way.
A-llow the night to fade,
M-ist and haze diminish;
E-vening shadows disappear,
R-ain begins to vanish.
I-n sight is a wonderful creation,
C-alm and silent is the sea;
A-llow your vision to view, as far as your eyes can see.
J-ust let Monday morning
O-pen the day with light;
S-unday shadows are gone,
A-fter the dark of night.
L-ight on sixth of February
E-rases the fog and haze;
M-ist is nowhere in view, as you gaze at the pleasant place.
A-nother dawn has broken,
Z-enith looks down the meadow;
A-s you hug the tree trunk,
N-ice long hair stays
A-glow.
J-ust let twelfth of March
O-pen the Sunday with light;
N-ight slowly disappears,
N-ew morn sets things
A-right.
A-llow the sun to shine,
L-ighting up the moment;
F-rom dawn till dusk,
E-very song fills the event.
R-ed beacon begins to set,
E-vening brings pure delight;
Z-enith is nowhere in view, as you play the guitar at night.
J-ust let twelfth of March
O-pen the Sunday with light;
N-ight slowly disappears,
N-ew morn sets things
A-right.
A-llow the sun to shine,
L-ighting up the moment;
F-rom dawn till dusk,
E-very song fills the event.
R-ed beacon begins to set,
E-vening brings pure delight;
Z-enith is nowhere in view, as you play the guitar at night.
S-oar high with your faith,
H-ope, trust, and love too;
E-ven though the wind is vile,
Y-ou must make it through.
A-s you soar high with your faith,
B-egin to spread your wings;
I-n spite of the rugged weather,
L-et your life receive the blessings.
L-ife eternal is in view, as you see the heaven's gate;
E-arly February fifteenth, soar high with your faith.
If someone said, “You can’t eat bread,”
I don’t think I’d survive;
For what I dread’s not being dead
But sad when I’m alive.
My morning meal would not appeal
Without a seeded bagel
Or I could deal, to keep it real,
With toast I could finagle.
Yet I’d be blue if some taboo
Encouraged the assumption
That food I view as yum to chew
Would fade from my consumption.
Cranberry colored leaves scatter the side of the road below
Most of the trees are still green, waiting to put on the show
Each day a little brighter, with splashes of color to see
Like a painting in motion, until it peaks abundantly
There it will be, for us to view as we stand there in it
The grand display of fall, bursting with beauty is ultimate
Heidi Sands
9/26/17
the truth is inconvenient
as also unapologetic
but when voiced
is resisted
conflict looms
not of our making
we view as unfortunate
the decline of righteousness
although outcomes matter not
we stand for what is honest
nonchalantly observing
deviousness at play
it is not for us
to educate the other
but we would lessen ourself
if we cowardly look the other way
"Now it's time for you to enter the horror of an evil mind, as it has been bugging to explode,
Within the shallow views of how I feel about you, will be ripping towards the moon's to distract and destroy the good in the so called mind of yourself, you judge other people around you and still you are an angel, rude to say but you have the most horrific view as if to say I'm evil..." -Ds-
I had lunch with an old friend today
A man I have admired for his humility,
All pastors could learn from his humble way
It would foster an atmosphere of civility.
Few in leadership, I’ve observed, are meek
A characteristic found in the best, although,
A trait most view as synonymous with weak
Though the Good Book says that’s not so.
Written October 4, 2022
Soaring o'er the rolling hills and copses in the dale,
Rising on air currents, while friendly winds prevail,
Remaining ever watchful, over seeing nature’s swathe,
A bird's eye view as the fields in sunshine bathe.
Peaceful scene below, serenity in the skies above,
The dove flies gently, a symbol of peace and love.
Calmly, softly, floating; no inkling that it’s to die,
For the dove's now in view of the eagle's eye.
A tackle trunk beneath a tree.
It's knurled top a bright red-brown.
A rod leaned up against it's side
bought at a store from the next town.
A magic moment held in time
by elves for parents that I pride,
but not for gifts at Christmas time;
for thoughts abound and in their stride.
The tree Blue Spruce with silver boughs
seen standing still in vacant air.
The room aglow with warmth and wishes.
The first to view as though a prayer.
Cheerful view as up on the high hill
Our birds sing with gusto and elation.
From phlox to daisies, butterflies flit and thrill,
Cheerful view as up on the high hill,
One can hear the mystic notes of a flute still,
Songs that pacify the soul, with sensation.
Cheerful view as up on the high hill,
Our birds sing with gusto and elation.
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Pure white as cotton in the sky,
Heal our weary souls just by looking up,
Spell a magic in my heart and I fly,
Oh mighty clouds.....walls of heaven from atop,
Amazing view as God created from above.
For Barbara Gorelick's "Clouds" contest
Our rainbow body, in heart is concealed,
covered by layers of fear, hate and lust
but when we’re by love healed, truth is revealed,
here and now within this form made of dust,
whence we walk mindfully, upon earth’s crust.
Befriending silence, dwelling in the void,
delusion of lower mind is destroyed,
paving way for our form to be transformed,
revealing soul’s light, pure and unalloyed;
rainbow in full view, as scriptures informed.
Tears in one's Beer
Over the 1 who got away
Are here to stay
So make hey while the sun shines
This may take a while
To find a replacement
That don't come in the basement
Bargain Bucket
Of lost property
Miss matches
That barely patch
The itch that scratches
The mess
Her left dress
Holds in fishmoth holes
On a coat hanger
Hanging in a cupboard
Old mother hubbard herself
Would view as empty
In a cemetery of regret
Time won't heal
Nor Seal
Apron strings loosed,untied as maternal voices faltered and cried when a soprano voice lost its elan and a boy became a man.Peer pressure would not hide and difidence was replaced with pride.Desire,with warm whispers heard,
questions answered with just three words,filled with joy and love a union blessed from above .Holding a first-born,as two self-absorbed,became three.
Trust was born-a-new a changed life came into view as a work of art with gifts to share and impart.