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The River

To the unsuspecting toe
The chill comes
Crisp and clean
It’s cold.

Water at her purest best
She laughs
And gurgles
As she races down

Her predestined track
Carrying along
Goldfish in her belly
Traipsing along

Slippery smooth pebbles
Giving life to green things
Making love to the bank, flirtingly.
She is resolute

Stop her you can’t.
Stand in her way
And round you she goes
Laughing
Mocking

Tickling your toes.
The pale morning sun
Makes her sparkle like gold
The evening moonbeam

Dressing her in silver
Above, the owl
Arranges his feathers
His vanity reflected

In her depths so true.
And in the quiet
Of a wild jungle night
She still is as frisky

As ever
Tinkling along
Like a nymph’s anklet song
Refreshing whoever comes to her.
On the roof with it’s smell

– Georgina Fernandez

Rejoice and Be Thankful

Each day, upon my daily round,
I find myself on holy ground -
The morning-glories on my fence
Inspire quiet reverence.

Just one small, tender seedling grew,
And now, this miracle in blue.
A robin in the apple tree
Sings out his glad doxology.

I hear the pure, unsullied joy
Of laughter from a little boy;
I bow before the firm belief
And faith of one who lives with grief;

I watch a jet plane skim the skies and marvel at man’s enterprise;
I look upon a field of wheat and thank God for the bread we eat;
I watch the benedictive rain
On low-bowed heads of flower and grain.

A friend drops in, a neighbour calls, the lamps are lit, night gently falls;
Contentment settles with the sun
In labours of the day well done.

So many little altars there,
So many simple calls to prayer,

So many reasons for thanksgiving -
The sacraments of daily living

~ Helen Lowrie Marshall

Rise Again, You CAN

his walk was clumsy,
like a squirrel with no tail,
uncountable times did he fall,
but up he rose and played on

he never cried when he fell,
though i myself felt the pain,
but with much effort he rose again
and tried to walk better this time

furniture was his savior,
he held to it for support,
yet at times twas his enemy,
hit himself against it with a thud

and finally after many months of fall and try,
he managed to walk steadily
and could even manage to run
and this time without falling

and so I was tutored by the toddler
that in life failure is often compulsory
but remaining a failure is optional
and if I keep rising every time I fall
I will soon stand tall and walk-

for the glory of life is never in not falling down
but in rising up each time I fall

The Rainy Day

The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.

With him I freely Chat

I Love My Cat

Oh, I love my cat

Although he’s such a brat

Looks neither thin nor fat

Has yet to catch a rat

He chewed my best blue hat

Nags at me like a gnat

Squeals like a vampire bat

Sheds fur across my mat

Still his luscious silky fur

Lures my fingers—make him purr

Tender nails massage his back

Stroke his chin caress his black

Head down to his tail

So strong and yet so frail

Hypnotizing purrs he makes

Wonder if he could charm snakes

Soothe their minds like summer lakes

Calm enjoyers of fruitcakes

Sometimes he chases dogs

Through cloudiest of fogs

Mixed with milky strands of white

Ponder if his daddy might

Have been a big strong panther

That fed on deer with antlers

Stri-ped lines from head to toe

Makes him look tigerish though

The fact that he’s not orange

Renders that thought discouraged

Despite all else I love my cat

For what he is and what he’s nought

I’ve loved him since I brought him home

It feels like since the start of Rome

Oh, I love my cat

Coddle him in my hat

His ears so firm and flat

His eyes search me like that

Oh, I love my cat

Don’t care that he’s a brat

With him I freely chat

Would never tell him scat

The Flow of ENERGY

The virtuous energy of love in motion
By Cheryl F. Batoon

Energy is unseen but ever constant
We emit energy all the time
All objects are created of energy
Everything is in synchronistic mime

The ebb and flow of life is energy
When we speak, we emit energy
Our bodies are perpetual energetic streams
Of life pulsating in synergy

To be virtuous is to be pure
To flow with energy is a virtuous state
To be in the flow of virtuous energy
is like reaching Heaven’s Gate

Love in motion within virtuous energy
Is a pristine type of love
It is a love that is based on truth
It is synchronistic vibrations from above

The Virtuous Energy of Love in Motion
Is to bring your true love and intentions
Into alignment with your heart
removing all stress and tension

When we are moving in the flow
Of the Virtuous Energy of Love in Motion
We no longer have guilt, pain, or suffering
Our life flows like the ocean

Whether happiness or heartbreak
Your soul is always energetically free
Your heart may react to the change in pace;
However your soul will just be

Love, happiness, and joy
is our life elixir and potion
as we delve deep within to release
the Virtuous Energy of Love in Motion

Candle In The Wind

Candle In The Wind
Goodbye England’s rose
may you ever grow in our hearts.
You were the grace that placed itself
where lives were torn apart.
You called out to our country
and you whispered to those in pain.
Now you belong to heaven
and the stars spell out your name.
And it seems to me you live
your life like a candle in the wind
never fading with the sunset
when the rain set in.
And your footsteps will always fall here,
along England’s greenest hills;
your candle’s burned out long before
your legend ever will.
Lovliness we’ve lost
these empty days without your smile.
Thy torch we’ll always carry
for our nation’s golden child.
And even though we try,
the truth brings us to tears;
all our words cannot express
the joy you brought us through the years.
Goodbye England’s rose,
from a country lost without your soul
who’ll miss the wings of your compassion
more than you’ll ever know.

Love Will Triumph Over All

It is bound to happen, I know;
Yet, I cry when you test my patience.
Life has come a full circle for me,
But the conclusion is pending yet.

Waiting with much joy in my soul
And some anguish in my human heart,
I ask today, to the one dearest to me
Why need I go through even more?

My word and your silence today,
Together walk, side by side;
A time will come when both will fade,
And love will triumph over all.

Fairy Queen poetry

 

The light in her eyes was rivaled
by the lights that flashed from her fingers.
A stirring of power ageless and unknown
to mere mortals.

Her innocence and goodness
shown out of her like a beacon.
The prerequisite unicorn in the background
- a sign of her gentleness and virginity.

The green bower in which she stood
gleamed like emeralds…
just as her hair shone like golden
rays of the sun.

It was a moment of pure enchantment
and of being on the brink of breathless magic..
much like looking over into the abyss of the
Niagara Falls or looking up at all those stars in the sky.

One moment stood still – forever it seemed.
One blink of an eye and this would be a memory..
a dream of something wonderful that almost happened.
Step through the door into fairyland and dream