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Wendy Rycroft Poem
Quietness upon the face,
Silence and loneliness,
Land before time,
Before living things existed,
Sadness as my waters ran through the earth,
Was my voice the only thing to be heard?
As I swelled and ebbed,
Swished back and forth,
Was I alone as I sadly moved?
Was my story over before it started?
I ran through the earth looking for life,
Through the mountains to the highest peaks,
Over the desolation through the land,
Congregated every teardrop into large seas
My tears filled every part of the earth
Sadness as my heart became an open ocean,
I realized that I had great power,
A gushing force as I quickly moved,
I was unstoppable and determined,
As my adventures of roaming became exciting,
The earth began to drink of my waters,
A great light shining down,
Began pulling me up towards the skies,
Something very dramatic happening,
Breathtaking!
As I hung around in great clusters of clouds,
Looking down upon the earth,
Beauty astounding and thrilling,
Until a great crash of thunder,
Crashed through splitting bursting into
Millions of tiny droplets,
I fell to the earth,
With exhilarating freshness,
Hitting the ground at great speeds,
Continued flowing on my journey,
Into the rivers then back home to my sea,
As I looked up to the sky
Great colors burst into a rainbow,
Life began creating,
Smaller than the eye could see,
As surely then up to the tallest trees,
Earth drank of my rivers
As the poetry in the river ran free.
01/05/2016
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On that day,
When life took its first breath,
Was destiny formed?
Was life responsible,
For its own choices?
Or numbered by the days,
On which life lived
Did age grow,
With her own conscience?
When lifestyle and choices,
Came into play,
When roads and pathways
Were ventured,
Mistakes and consequences,
Inevitable,
Do mistakes happen
When life takes hold of freedom,
Or life blame life
For every problem!
Wasn’t me! Life would say!
Not me surely,
Must be the act of God!
He’s the one to blame not me,
Does life detract,
From every responsibility?
Or admit that perhaps the choices
That life made were wrong,
Who does life smite
When things go wrong?
Life smite’s itself,
Hold up its hands,
And say’s “I did that,
Choices that I made were my own”
When life comes to an end,
And looks back,
What does destiny see?
It only sees
CHOICES!
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Happily, she sways,
Seeking gods praise,
Warmth from his blaze,
Inferno of heat,
Golden rays shine,
Her energy and strength,
Reaches high,
Winning her prize,
Yellow sunflower,
Huge petals, bathe
Celebrating her love,
Searching for light
Lifting spirits,
Cheerful and bright
What a beautiful sight
Standing so tall,
Rejoicing choir joins in,
Worship begins.
15/03/2017
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Violets bring healing to the soul,
Colours care for the sick,
Like Florence Nightingale.
Her amethyst fragrance,
For the imagination,
Creativity, wisdom, dignity,
Pride and peace,
Spiritually calming emotions
Humbling in nature,
Brightening up rooms,
As the Lady with the lamp,
Nursed wounded soldiers,
Velvet scented petals!
Meditate her deep blue,
Serenity and tranquillity
Sanctuary for love,
White for innocence,
Pioneering blooms,
Velvet heart shaped leaves
Captivating and beautiful
Flowers,
Medication for life.
Wendy Jae
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Lavender infusion,
Straight to the heart,
Beautiful purple,
Florets,
Aroma for life,
Pleasantly pleasing
Arousing perfumery,
Fragrance soothing,
Silence and serenity,
Calming!
My sweet
Scented elegance,
Lavender!
Taste of your kisses,
Romancing invitations
Messages flowering,
Attracting and desiring,
Sending letters,
To your one sweet love.
Wendy Jae
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Satan rose up high,
Transforming himself,
From a repulsive monster,
Into an angel of light,
Beautiful and handsome,
Halloween his night,
The night he chose himself a bride,
The time nearly twelve o’clock,
The room full of virgins,
Fear and excitement,
Who would he take,
Music played,
The moon full,
Terror as he suddenly appeared,
He looked around the room,
He spotted her,
Walked through the crowd,
Looked into her eyes,
May I dance with you!
Twelve o’clock struck!
They disappeared!
08/10/2016
For contest sponsor Galeo DS
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Wake up! Caterpillar,
There’s more in life to see,
The world’s far bigger,
Don’t you want to flee?
Are you really contented?
Blended to that tree,
Set your sights higher,
Reach! Touch! Desire,
Grow a pair of wings,
Jump off! Trust! Defy!
Take a look outside yourself,
Transforming as we speak
Rebirthing into butterfly,
Rising to higher peaks,
Second chances starting,
Into the clouds and fly,
With all your shining colors,
Step forth and testify,
Look from a different viewpoint,
Life had cocooned you in,
Rise up butterfly,
New journeys now begin.
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Somewhere there’s a garden,
Beyond,
Mosaic moon,
Behind the midnight clouds,
Come!
Smell!
Intoxicating perfumes,
Take this maze and picture?
Flowering blossoms bloom,
Sweet the fragrance flowering,
Mysteries,
Scintillating dew,
Invitations,
Seducing,
Roses for the heart,
Repairing,
Broken pieces,
Heaven guardian art!
Alluring colors,
Enchanting,
Bouquets of beauties hues,
Sunlight reflect the angel,
Dancing!
On love’s delight.
05/02/2017
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Different corridors different thoughts,
Passageways of the mind,
Journeys into the unknown,
Step inside what surreal bizarre,
Captivating stories it tells,
A lifetime of arcane mysterious secrets,
Concealed forever within the heart and thoughts
Some enchanting beauty, some to wonder,
Some so obscure best not to number,
Deeper inside into the murmurous chamber,
With its quietness of sound,
Peace like the gentleness of running water,
That gently whisper sonorous,
Resounding into a vibrating pulsating love,
Shines to light up and dazzle the soul of man,
Gorgeous attractive chambers,
That are delightfully enchanting,
How miraculously within the memory
Which remains forever,
More than the eyes can see.
Date 23/04/2016 Competition Sponsor Mystic Rose
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Beyond imagination,
Jasmine!
A Marilyn Monroe
Among flowers,
Blonde sensual appeal,
Love’s sweet nature
Aroma for life,
Essential oils,
Born to spread fragrance,
Symbol of beauty
Whispering infusions,
A passionate breeze,
Enchanting perfume,
Bringing happiness,
Drifting into the night,
The most seductive scent,
Of her time,
Inspiring the public eye.
Wendy Jae
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