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Reflections 1393

.                    So 
                  appear 
             the visions, 
                       kind
                     of my
                 scenes 
             Unwind. 
               With              such  joyful
           thoughts    of all those yesterdays. 
           The times we both spent together. 
            Reflections of fun in any weather. 
             The days when you were mine.
                 Yes reflections are so fine. 
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                   Yes reflections are so fine.                      
              The days when you were mine.
             Reflections of fun in any weather. 
            The times we both spent together.
             Thoughts    of all those yesterdays,
               With                such  joyful
             unwind.
                Scenes
                  of my
                    kind.                
              The visions
                   appear
                      So

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023



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Tornado

Torrential rain, blinding wind howling, Dark heavy clouds ominously scowling, Brilliant radiant light of electric flashes, Following the lightning, defiant crashes, Loudest blasts make brave men cower, Thunder so deafening it exudes power, I was born of a powerful thunderstorm. Still attached to its base, I will spawn. Nature’s most violent, I am called TORNADO, 300 miles per hour, my winds will blow. A rotating column of air touching the ground, Violently spinning with a horrendous sound. I will cause fatalities at a devastating rate, Buildings, and whole towns, I will annihilate, People panic seeing my deadly approach, Over fields and farms and cities I encroach. Lifting up animals, houses and cars in my wake, My tempest is unending, with fury, victims I take, Finally cold down drafts signal my final gust. I slowly cease rotating and turn to dust.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023

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LIFE

*1 Thessalonians 5:16-17 (NKJ)
“Singulis diebus studeam meliorem esse hominem quam heri fui." Latin for         
"Each day I strive to be a better person than I was yesterday." ~The Poet ~

Some mountains seem impossible to climb The summit is always reached one step at a time. Let me tell you that when there is a specific goal we seek We must clear our mind of just two days of the week. Yesterday with its sorrows, worries and mistakes Just erasing it from your mind is all it takes. Tomorrow literally does not exist yet, for any one. Few things are guaranteed except for the rising of the sun. We cannot say for sure what will happen, we have no control. Tomorrow’s are our future, unknown if we’ll reach our goal. Consider today when deciding how our efforts are placed. Don’t let yesterday and tomorrow become interlaced. No sense regretting yesterday and fearing tomorrow. This will most likely lead to continuing sorrow. Today is the day that needs your attention. Keep it optimistic without any dissension. The Bible states it is God’s will to rejoice always.* Enriching not only our lives, spreading joy for all ‘todays’. Living a life that’s true to yourself, letting today be all the more. Yesterday is over, Tomorrow God has it’s key, Today has the floor.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2024

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The Soup by Picasso 1902-1903 New Poem 1256

Poverty and hunger are bedfellows.~ The Poet~ 

Alluring, pleading
Yet it will burn,
Pangs of hunger
Immanent yearn.
Desperate child 
So forlorn
For the poverty 
To which she was born.
Minds meant to be astute,
Mental distortion
So destitute. 
The steaming broth
Humbly offered,
No wrath for their plight
No relief in sight
The bounty so meager
The child so eager
The brushstrokes in blue 
Setting the scene
A feeling to subdue, 
With empathy pains
The artist explains.
She surges forward, hands raised.
Using hues to convey the mood.
Begging for some food. 
Depicting the sign of the time.
It’s far from fine.

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Thinking of you

"Violinist : Diana Yukawa  Vocals : Jemma  Lyrics : The Poet"
If you start Dianna's video on the 26th second and Jemma's voice recording on the 13th second simultaneously, my words fit exactly to the music.
  
Where do we go to?
Feelings so blue now,
When we think of you.
So many souls are gone now.
Gone forever into the blue.
Lost not forgotten.
Thinking of you.
Thinking of you.
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Where do we go to now?
Where do we go?
Something familiar and new.
Dear one I need you.
I am no where near you .
Feeling this song is for you.
See I long for you now .
All on my own now.
My body longs to know you.
I light a candle loving you now .
longing too.
Longing for you. 
You are my savior. 
I am needing you.
Happy as I am, 
Missing you too.
I do need you close now.
Needing you so.
Where dear are you now?
Seeing you now.
Longing for you I am too.
Longing for you. 
You are my savior. 
I am needing you.
Happy as I am, 
Missing you too.
I do need you close now.
Needing you so.
Where dear are you now?
Seeing you now.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2024



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Along With The Thunder

A bizarre light show streaked across the sky.
The blinding lightning seemed to explode and electrify.
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Vivid flashes of color to the clouds and everything under.
Striking blasts of illumination floodlit the night.
In total awe we eagerly witnessed this amazing sight.
Breaking the silence, more crashes of thunder came booming down.
Deafening the unsuspecting residence of our Sydney town.
A mind boggling spectacle was being played out. 
Unable to hear ourselves think, we couldn't even shout.
A memorable night, never happened before, maybe never again.
Now along with the thunder, comes torrents of rain.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2025

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It Started With A Blank Canvas

Forces of the universe produce a wonderous array of spectacles afar. 
Monstrous planets rotating around just one lustrous inferno of a star. 

Myriads of illuminated stars are part of the yet unexplored distant space. 
Nature not to be outdone displays ecstasy in many an enchanted place. 

Magnificent mountain ranges protrude their snow-covered peaks on high. 
Burnt amber deserts, picturesque oases, palms growing lush defy the dry.
 
Mighty oak trees in emerald, green fields flourishing a rainbow of blooms, 
Sweetest scent wafting over the lands brings a cascade of delicate perfumes.
 
Forlorn, I am presented with an abyss a mere stark white expanse, a page. 
On which I am expected to create art to, enlighten captivate or enrage. 

It is a daunting task to pit my prowess against such powerful competition. 
I trust my muse is in perfection mode to tackle such a demanding rendition. 

To compete with Nature and the Universe, I strive to create a masterpiece. 
All the enlightened, poetic power flowing within me, my muse must release. 

A plain blank canvas provides a challenge, of what to do, be it near or far, 
The project at hand may be almost as difficult as lighting a candle from a star.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2024

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Heartbroken 1311

When I had to leave, if you’re finding it tough.
Because forever would not have been enough.
Try not to let your lonely, broken heart, heave.
If you’re finding it tough when I had to leave.

I wanted to stay, I know you needed me,
Despite the love we shared, it wasn’t to be.
The memories we made, each and every day.
I know you needed me, I wanted to stay.

Walks on that trail when it was just you and me.
You liked showing me off for everyone to see.
My slobbery kisses, the pounding of my tail.
When it was just you and me, walks on that trail.

Being with you, it was always the best time for me.
If we were in the car or playing or just watching TV.
I always somehow knew what you wanted me to do.
It was always the best time for me, being with you.

I guess we always knew, my time here would be short,
And that extra time together just couldn’t be bought,
Even if that bridge takes me far, I’ll always love you, 
My time here would be short, I guess we always knew.

I’ll always be there, right there in your heart,
Because ours was a team that no one could part.
If you are feeling heartbroken, please know I care,
Right there in your heart, I’ll always be there.

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023

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Magic Spell

I saw a wizard cast a magic spell.
Six dolphins jumped from the sea.
He asked me kindly not to tell.
They grew legs and danced with glee.
They really danced quite well.

He caught a wave in his hand, 
From one of the seven seas
He turned it into a strip of land.
On that island he put some trees,
Also, tropical flowers quite grand.

He then turned his attention to me.
He suggested a gift, very expensive.
And asked what I wanted to be. 
He stood looking very pensive.
I answered  emphatically “just me.”

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2023

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Bilocation

Acknowledging God’s omnipresence accepting that he is with us through out our life, there must be no misconception, that he is in total control of our lives."God made me do that” “God made the child die” God failed to secure the levy and hundreds died in the flood”. We are not players acting some vast second by second play that God has scripted, mindlessly each playing our part. We are not inanimate puppets and God is not the puppeteer pulling our strings. While we know God is in Heaven, we also know God is present with us, He is everywhere at one time (omnipresent) albeit not in a solid material form as we are, so our soul must bilocate from the every second of everyday life to always be aware of him and rejoice in his \ presence. / \ / \ / \ / \ / We must be per se, two entities: Our material self, body and mind, and our spiritual self, soul awareness. At one time I can be busy washing dishes, and my awareness can be in quite a difference place enjoying my acceptance of the presence of our Lord maybe thanking Him, maybe being comforted, but definitely with Him

Copyright © Speaks Volumes | Year Posted 2024

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