Hearing mother bird singing to her little birds chirping fills my heart with joy.
I wrote a word
And then I wrote two
I dreamt a dream
And then I told you
How the sun glisten beauty
And the forest echo song
How love is free for the taking
And how the road is wide and long
I've shown you all the hope I have
And talked of faith and God
I've shared all my dreams for life
And asked you to come along
Stay
Forever
Loving
Endlessly
Two
Souls
As
One
Bright
Candle
Of
Unity
My simple song
Won't you sing along
This simple love
Is ours alone
Rise up and communicate
rise up to love not hate
you have the power deep inside
to shine your light far and wide
Come together one and all
share the love, hear the call
the world around needs to heal
rise on up, help others deal
Rise up and recalibrate
rise on up, its not too late
you have the power deep inside
to share your love far and wide
Be the light you wish to see
clear the path for destiny
motivate don't hesitate
tell the past to close the gate
Rock bottom was hard, a real raw deal
but rise on up and take the wheel
strength in numbers helps you heal
so rise on up till love you feel
Yeh rise up and embrace the new
yeh rise up, the world needs you
plant those dreams in a row
be inspired and watch them grow
Rise Rise Rise and mesmerize
Rise Rise Rise lets energize
Rise rise rise
the world needs some healing light
yeh rise on up you'll be alright
Rise Rise Rise.
"Today I am a joyous soul for across that bridge I will stroll." ~ poet
seraphs serenade the skies
strains unheard by mortal ears
chilling the darkness with notes
of ethereal richness
solo arias announce
the soulful songs of shadows
crossing the bridge to glory
extolling the most faithful
morning follows the lilting
cadence of aural tenors
singing of godly brilliance
with sweet angelic chorus
home at once, at once at home
soft as silken ribbons of
diaphanous tatted lace
comfortable and soothing
The raw madness waits in my secret garden,
where pretty flowers bloom all year long.
Where the bees and butterflies,
suck the nectar to fill their tiny tummies.
Words fill my mind and heart,
telling me what to write.
Where the red birds stop by to sing,
singing in perfect harmony.
I hear rhymes and then free verse,
as I begin to write.
As I sit here on this old wooden bench,
I have found peace.
My pen and paper join together,
they united and write as one.
Peace covers me about the past,
I have peace about the long lost years.
Thanking peace for this beautiful day,
my hand holds my pen tight.
I leave the raw madness far behind,
as I sing and write in perfect harmony.
Psalms 96:1 (KJV) “O sing unto the LORD a new song: sing unto the LORD, all the earth.”
Seas of twittering,
Tweets, gentle as noon,
Melodious uprising from the nest.
Colors like wildfire, glowing hues,
Erasing the morning mist,
Seas of twittering.
Songbirds risking twilight,
Before fireflies reveal the music,
Tweets, gentle as noon.
Listening, songs climb
Into the morning skies,
Melodious uprising from the nest.
Who was a family show singer,
when her young daughter tried to be a dead ringer.
He brought her to life,
then she became his wife.
Her costumes were over the top.
some were really hot.
The show of three was a huge hit,
dead husband had great wit.
She's magisterial material
Though she's not on a box of cereal
'Tomorrow' she's sung
Her curly locks stun
Annie Oakley (Cortez) ~ imperial
The old white wooden church,
stood tall upon a tree lined mountain.
The winding dirt road,
lead us up each Sunday morning.
The big bells would sing out loud,
calling all to come and pray.
On our wedding day once again,
the big bells would sing~I love you.
Years would pass with good and bad,
this time the big bells sing for a funereal.
I remember all the snow covered Christmas's,
we took our bright red sleigh to church.
Riding in our sleigh was so much fun,
gliding over the snow as the bells would ring out.
We would sing along to the bells,
our many favorite church songs.
We have moved far away,
oh how we miss those singing bells.
The table set
just us three
My wife, my son
and me
A masterful meal
spirits raised high
How about a song now
Let's give it a try
One tune leads to another
melodies like brothers
Forty minutes of pure gaiety
laughter, joy, a taste of harmony
The after-meal grace recited
with full-throated thanks
Next meal - six hours, guests coming
~ time to refill our tanks
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Note: The 'Festival' referred to is Sukkot,
the Jewish Fall Harvest Festival - 7 days
in Israel; 8 days elsewhere. Meals are
taken in a small, temporary outdoor booth,
often elaborately decorated. Many families
sleep in these huts as well, fulfilling the
command that every Israelite dwell in
booths for seven days. (Leviticus 23:42).
The best month is June
Flowers in the afternoon
Birds singing in tune.
Date Written:6/8/2022
Note: A Haiku Rhyme
6 Place
A HIKU PREMIER Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er
Melodies of my own making in four-part harmony,
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
White-clad angels chanting at heaven’s open door
As sweet as syrupy honey cakes in a gastronomy,
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er.
Like the great tabernacle choirs of ancient yore,
Multitudes of singers in one ethereal ceremony
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
Accompanied by lovely poems written in our lore
Read by the greats gathered in glorious company
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er.
Come to think of it, could anyone ask for more?
When one’s life has been awash in gray cacophony
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
In any case, my wounded spirit and soul shall soar
Beyond realms of personal free-willed autonomy
I’d like to go out singing joyfully when life is o’er,
Harmonious heavenly choirs like never heard before.
Written May 14, 2022
calypso freedoms
festival de carnaval
dancing in the streets
The children sang “This Little Light of Mine,
Hide it under a bushel, NO! I’m gonna let it shine
Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine!”
My heart was touched by their sincerity,
For they put into it every bit of the raw energy
They could muster, and I realized then
That hiding my light was a dreadful sin,
So, I began to seek ways I could be a light
Shining a bright beam on the world’s plight:
Hungry children, homeless waifs, victims
Need more than our sanctimonious hymns,
They need food and safe places to lay their heads
They need freedom from predators, clean beds,
And though I cannot provide these for everyone
I can give money to support the need for some
And I challenge you to let your little light shine
I’m sure it can be even brighter than mine.
“This little light of ours!” can wipe out need
Together, each one reaching one, we’ll succeed!
SECOND PLACE WINNER
Written March 11, 2022
for "Being a Light to Others" poetry challenge
sponsored by Anoucheka Gangabissoon
sacred song skyward
new voices fill sails of hope
church choir floats grandeur
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