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Trudy Diane Rider Poem
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Tiny
Little
Hummingbird, O how
You
With your
Emerald wings
Inspire the imagination
Set our minds free, And give us wings
As we flit and dart through pine scented sunshine
Gathering dreams, singing a new song
As troubles melt away
And the joy of living
Returns to us
With every
Heart
beat
A
New
World
Unfolds to
Embrace us
With love
And
Joy
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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My coffee, my house,
cinnamon and hint of clove
in a full bodied french roast...
acrid, bitter, pungent deliciousness
wafts thought the air
before even the eyes are open
the buzz of conversation over
the tinkling of spoons stirring
the clanking of cup on saucer
the shooshing of steamy cream
into cappuccino
a lush, rich aroma,
with the feeling of rightness
around the edges
like a cozy blanket of comfort
wrapping around your shoulders
Sipping in silence,
watching the sunrise,
simple serenity to start the day.
©6/18/12
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2012
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Little dove, gentle dove
show me your heart
the key to your love
ne're more shall part
for my heart is raptured
your kindness abounds
my love is captured
your sweetness surrounds
Little dove, gentle dove
you've stolen my heart
you taught me to love
a new life does start
You've caressed me in ways
few have known
I bless the days
with you I've flown
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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You taught me how to
love and laugh
You taught me how to
cry
You taught me how to
Stand my ground
You taught me not to
lie
You taught me how to
follow my heart
You taught me how to
Take pride
You taught me how to
be prepared
You gave me wings to
fly
But Daddy you forgot to
teach me
how to say
goodbye.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2008
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Like the voice of the wolves echoing
their harmony through the ebony night
Your love echos in my heart with
the gift of song
calling me forward to a new life with
a loving voice that melts the winters chill
Your love entices my spirit to take
flight on shimmering wings
like gliding across the moonlit paradise
of the cool blue sky
Your love whisks me away
to places yet unknown
Dancing on the stars like skipping
stones across a sparkling creek
your love ripples through my soul
forever growing, never ending.
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I've been watching you for hours now,
wringing your hands
pacing the floor
watching the monitors
holding his hand
never leaving his side
Your spirit is strong,
he feels you by his side
knows you are there,
hears your whispered prayers
yet you are oh, so tired,
I see it in your weary face,
your bloodshot eyes
I'm here for you,
when you are ready-
pull me close to his bed,
lean back and take his hand,
close your eyes for a few minutes.
I'll stand watch with you,
I'm here for you, and
I'm not aganist catching a tear or two
I see you looking at me-longing for relief
He won't think you weak if you
sit down for a while--so,
Go ahead--
Pull me close to the bed,
take his hand,
lean back,
close your eyes,
rest.
I am here for you.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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Hushed, quiet and still
the forest revives my soul
I remember me.
for Raul Moreno's
Solace in Nature contest
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Rest your head and dream
safe and secure amidst
the bonnie heather
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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Rite Of Passage
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My Walk to Remember
My father takes my hand,
tucks it in the crook of his arm
and smiles at me as we walk through
the old pasture that has been transformed
into an outdoor chapel
Tears roll down his face
with each paced step we take,
towards the alter, the pastor
And the hopeful face of my
of my husband to be
His grip tightens on my hand
as the congregation stands
and all eyes turn towards our progression
as the clouds give way to the
warming April sun.
I recall the pungent, smoky scent of
the tanned buckskins we wore,
see the blue cone of the tepee with
lodge poles reaching towards the pale blue sky
the red and white bunting my sister
so carefully wrapped around the fence posts
My Beloved’s eyes shining with
promise, hope and love
and the Indian flute music that
drifted on the tangy spring air
marking my rite of passage from
Daughter to Wife.
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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Mother Earth awakens, in subtle pastel hues
Aspen leaves flutter and quake, shaking off the morning dew
Morning stirs, and Hummingbird wings whir and trill, just out of sight
Columbines dance on a pine scented breeze, solely to their delight
Mother Earth enjoys the day, basking in suns glow
or splashing in the rain showers and watching flowers grow
Whispered secrets on the wind, ancient wisdoms to impart
keeping silent vigil, she hears them stir within her heart.
Mother Earth lays down to sleep, bright colors paint the sky
evening shadows blanket her shoulders, as she closes her eyes
Pine trees shush their lullabies, and usher in the night
the taste of dew hangs in the air, as stars begin to light
Copyright © Trudy Diane Rider | Year Posted 2009
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