The river flows effortlessly
- the river sings to me -
The river sparkles and the sun claps too,
as the river gently washes over me
- cleansing me, cleansing me-
It flows over the rocks, around the bends
- the river sings to me -
Its music becomes the story of my life
while trees change color on the edge of a season
The river creates a memorable song,
as it brings me to ....my destiny, my destiny
Heidi Sands
9/24/26
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HAUNTED HOUSE
Introduce you to Monty the mouse
Dwells in a haunted old house
many nights lies awake
thinks his life is at stake
These fears he's unable to douse
WARTY AND GNARLY
An old fellow who's warty and gnarly
Sings and sounds like Bob Marley
he's into reggae
a guitar he does play
Long ago he was baptised as Charlie
ROCK AND ROLLER
Betty's an old rock and roller
She walks with babe in a stroller
sometimes she will run
babes thinks it's much fun
Takes the dog with a lead on a collar
HOLD UP
Simon's a really fart smeller
But he once held up a bank teller
many years on the run
always armed with a gun
Ten years in a prison life's below stellar
A silence that sings, that is a constant hum through the leaves.
Cleansed clear throughout the vents and carried around the eaves
As the incessant rain is forbidden to touch, needed silence as I grieve.
A reservoir of infinite elliptical emptiness left inside.
The graying, cold, empty rooms of this home linger as longing grows.
As my aging holds to the sorrow of the stalwart gray figure that slows,
Bows, its touch, and weakens my soul as we dance, as I doze.
To sheer nothingness and immune to the shattering world.
The silence never stops singing as lonely, grieving
Tears fall on the smooth, unlobed edges of the leaves.
Silence
That sings
Sings the narratives
Sings the explanations
Sings the adulations
Sings the arguments
Sings the far fetched
Sings the silence
Sings the forgetting that
Silence is singing
Miraculous ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ stone
Against ¦¦¦ blue miraculous skies,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ towers and turrets rise
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ arches that enthrone
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ wonder of the skies.
Softly ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ spreads its wings;
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ belfry sings.
¦¦¦¦¦¦ Ascension Day ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shadow of those wings!
(Blackout of At Burgos by Arthur Symons)
The umbrella sings to the moon,
claiming it knows the secrets of monsoons.
The moon replies with a lavender tune~
and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
A teacup floats past on gentle breeze,
reciting poems to bewildered trees.
The trees applaud with rustling ease~
and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
A clock forgets the meaning of its hands,
wandering off to join the dreaming sands.
Time giggles, losing all its demands~
and the night twirled in surreal whimsy.
Silver moon begins to rise,
One sweet star sings
lullabies,
Bringing dreams to sleepy
eyes!
A tiny tugboat chugs along,
And hums a happy, smoky
song.
It pulls the giant ships to
shore,
Through ocean waves that
crash and roar,
Because its iron heart is
strong.
it hums through the night
a sweet melody is heard
then bows in morning
Songs of Praise to God cry out from the birds each day.
Thank you Father for healing my heart.
Jesus your words are good.
I Praise you Lord Jesus for being so kind to me.
Thank you Lord Jesus for this new day.
You filled my heart to overflowing peace and love.
I am still learning to walk right.
Time will tell if I can be better each and every day.
Thank you God for not giving up on me.
I trust you Lord for everything.
The Blue Jay still sings your praise every morning I hear all the birds singing your praise in their songs.
I wish I could be half as trusting in you as the birds and give you half the praise they give each day.
Sweetly the Swan Sings
A strong but soft melody
Like us, opposites.
I sometimes see older couples in an ice cream shop
They hold each others aged hands
Their wise eyes scan the glass of flavors
They order two vanilla cones
They press spare quarters into the old jukebox in the corner
A soft old tune fills the vintage parlor
It was so perfect
A couple who had probably been together for years and years
Part of me admires them for supporting each other and staying together for so long
Another part of me envies them for having that kind of long, patient, loyal love that lasts forever
Another part of me longs to find someone who is that person for me
The melody is slow and hypnotic
I eat my chocolate scoop alone
Not only is there the old couple but also a teenage couple
One who is probably out on a fun date
He spins his pretty girl around and pays for her ice cream and makes her laugh
Part of me is so jealous of them for finding someone and having fun
Part of me pities myself because I am sitting in an ice cream shop surrounded by couples, all alone
Love sings a sweet song
I want that love
I want another half
I feel like I’m missing out on something I can’t find
Green shoots sprout so fair
Light breeze fills the air
Warm sun shines so high
New blooms greet the sky
Birds sing their sweet songs
Life awakes along
mother nature sings
warm weather once again
joy seen on faces
If a songbird sings, and no one hears, do the melodies matter, which it holds so dear?
If a songbird flies and no one sees, why does it bother to open its wings?
If a songbird sleeps but crumbles in its nest, why should the stars pay attention to its rest?
If a songbird lives but fails to grow, it has condemned itself to never be known.
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