The haze envelops me / And gently teaches me to see.
Does anyone else love that feeling of monumental, yet peaceful fuzziness in the air some mornings? If you do, you’ll relate to this piece. / I was gazing out my bedroom window one morning when I felt like encapsulating this feeling in words.
A bond that grows stronger each and every day.
A gift of Love
a gift to you from my high-ness
To be naked and run through / fields of spring into summer
Green earth and the light mix a marvelous way / Restoring to earth life and breath.
I went to heaven to get God’s view of earth.
You’re a gift from God, / that taught me how to love, / you made me see, / what it is I want to be, / you gave to me, / now I long to give to…
at long last / suffering makes sense
We are invited / to a Holyday dinner / a harvest feast / with passion fruit / for dessert
Christmas time is coming / it’s right around the bend / You can hear the joy and laughter / of family and friends It’s starting to get co…
The empty page of purity, / no ink yet soaked the fibres in the white … The canvas bare, as is, unrolled, / not knowing what it’s asked …
From my book ‘Between Eternities’, as download or paperback. / See “My Books” link in profile.
During the Second Boer War from 1899-1902, the Queen of England who was Queen Victoria. She prepared gifts for the British Armed Forces i…
A nice kind act Queen Victoria performed during the Boer War in 1900.
Seeing with senses Join with your other senses, and the world you are in becomes another place. Take for example a picture with two …
This is a short extract from my book ‘only for now’ The eye is the character, constantly absorbing, it can not ‘un-see’ the seen. By ‘Host’ the body is meant, the body that carries the eyes. ‘A tree this is, but not as the one within you,’ refers to something very different, earlier in the book.
long hair thick with power / a genetic gift / voice written with / celestial notes / underscored with chords of callow haughtiness
a dream
Unseen spirit The empty page of purity, / no ink yet soaked the fibres in the white … The canvas bare, as is, unrolled, / not knowi…
Roses are pretty / but talk is cheap / and I only want a man / who is there for me
Just a little poem about the common gift that men like to give to women. Not that I absolutely hate getting flowers but I don’t think they require much thought and I’d much rather see them alive. Also….the flowers in this poem represent dif types of relationships… (needs to be kept alive…ect)
Tears! Small, large, sitting, flowing, running. As I sat and watched the day’s event unfold I was amazed at the depth of emotions now…
In response to the challenge – The Gift.
From my book “Aphorism about right and wrong in life”
Love is the one thing we humans can’t live without / We don’t understand its emotions, and we to often nourish doubt / You can’t buy or sel…
Having lived long enough to appreciate the beauty in true love is something I am most thankful of. Though sometimes it may slip through your fingers, it is better to have loved than not love at all. How else could you know its depth or appreciate it beauty? Nancy
“I KNEW YOU ONCE / / / / ^ You’re a strange shade of blue, / Or maybe it’s violet. / A deformed painting, / Of watercolour and cha…
Created by a friend as a gift for me. He wishes to be kept hidden by name so we shall name him Muffim. Muffims ‘poetry’ was the reason I grew an interest in most written works that make no sense at all; or at least very little. It probably explains why a lot of things I write tend to be just as random.
Hi frienz.. / Check this out.. your thoughts r requested. / http://authspot.com/thoughts/happy-birthday/ / Thanx ;)
Quietly I stare over my shoulders just to take a peak of you, / Wondering what it would be like if I had just one moment with you. / It fel…
Everyday is a gift to me, / To me here with you I know its real, / To share my day with you I feel fulfill. Its not for a day or even a …
Dear Santa / There is so much I could ask for / Dear Santa / But where would I begin You see there are so many people / That just dont hav…
Written on the 3rd of August of 2007. Listen and Download Dear Santa
This poem goes with a photo I color enhanced as a gift this Christmas to my friend Cindy who years ago introduced me to Jean.
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