An ultimate reality believed from insightful gifts / Visions from Creator and my contemplative spirit uplifts The reason I was born, a …
Intention poetry
THIS PIECE IS FOR THE TREE NAMERS!
THE TREE SPEAKS TO ALL OF YOU! / THIS IS TO THANK YOU FOR NAMING THE TREE! /
The Music of The Spheres
For the Writer’s Meeting today.
Too many days in the wilderness that is called / My heart. / Bleeding the blood of forgiveness,
/ FOR YOU DEAR ARIJI.. LOVE FROM KAUAI
I wanted to look at a part / Of its claws / That scratch at the surface and / Bind up my jaws
CONTEMPLATING CHRIST
My heart beats to what rhythm? I ask, and where? / It’s the same at all pulse points, like sounds of a snare; Yet, I have no drumsticks…
10BillionBeats Friday Sept. 18, 2009, 7:00 PM Set your calendars and please invite others to join us in DRUMMING for Peace and Goodwill ♥
Our lapping tongues circling the embers / Of veins and skin and breath,
*this poem was completely inspired by Billyboys Image below called / Insignificance / Thank you Billy.
Inspired by Terilee’s friendship and love and her amazing pattern work. / After I made this poem I thought of her work and I went to this one in particular that still stays in my heart and her poem is perfect with this piece too. / OUT OF ME / Artist: TeriLee Out Of Me These patterns / The daily routine / The life I lead / Sometimes / They get stuck / On their way / Out of me TERILEE 2009 Thanks so much Ms. TL! xox
The time is not important, / Nor when / Nor if this is another lifetime away,
Reverie of this evening
While I am left to walk on my bare feet / And calloused toes / Bleeding sometimes
Growth is inevitable.. no matter how you think you will never change… TERILEE AND I WERE ON THE SAME WAVE LENGTH THIS MORNING.. So without requesting art from my buddy.. / She read my Mind!!!! / I love Her! / A Moment in The Continuum /
DEATH… A calling that speaks in twisted tides / A feeling that beckons one to Love now / As all can be forgotten in a moment of dep…
A very large tree with branches that span / Across a field of green clover and small purple / Blossoms knew many lovers. / Some came to ask …
All of Life Counts. All of it.
I. I cannot name, / in any way known words, / how to describe / my love for you – there are no words for such things; / no voice-throat…
Love; and trying in vain to explain the hows of loving another.
I write what blows forth / with the heaving wind; / through the trees that speak – / from the open fields / off the vast blue sea… I write…
just another poem (in diminished hexaverse form) on writing; and how I do not choose what I write… I simply write what comes.
Languidly draped mind / wrapped gently around warm sand, / palm trees whisper, come, / as I dip my toes into / the vast ocean of my dreams… / ...
just a little feel good Tanka. :) / God bless the dreamers…
Bathe me in light / no water needed / to cleanse your thoughts / of me relinquish soil / from dirty palms / and fruit / from broken tree / ...
This is another of the flood of 17 poems that rushed out tht day in 2007 I started writing poetry again after a 15 year hiatus.
Silver moonbeams fall / Lighting the way through the dark / To walk quietly / Holding all strength deep inside / See your lifelong dreams unf…
I write this for all dreamers and fellow travellers of the long and winding road, the manifesters of their own wonderful reality. Believe. Inspired by the beautiful Beatles song “The Long & Winding Road” ....... here
The perfect madness / has forsaken me. Shaken me from its red / throbbing bosom / of twisting love branches. How long / do you think …
love, the perfect madness… / this is a poem for all of those who’ve been that one left waiting beneath the sunset tree on the hill, roses in hand and a smile on your trusting face / (for the one who said they’d be there) / with not a soul / to give them too. / ya gotta let a girl get her cynical’s out. :)
The water knows my secret name, / the movements of my breath / to stream / to sea / to moon She speaks to me / in layered mist / her voice…
just trying to get into my almost 2 yr old’s head when he was just watching the forest stream flow; wondering back to beginnings.
I hear whispers through sunlight / leaves signing / in the language of wind, / to the beat / of a fluent heart. Secrets spoken / between …
Another Earth song; for those who are between.
Tumbleweeds. Sun. High noon. 12 paces ahead / behind / and every dirty step is multiplied / to the severed tune / of a poet’s heart….
me and my pen…at the O.K corral. just a vision I had an ran with it. lol copyright:MCN: CRFJR-YTFS1-D9PXN
Wisdom surrounds me / as I sit alone / It is carved in wood / and etched in stone.
Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace / stroking the oak by the old wooden gate / guided by trust to my lover’s embrace / pouring my hea…
A Ballade I wrote last year for a contest. / I thought Christmas and the spirit of, was a good time to share this one. / Even in one doesn’t believe in a creator god, this poem, for me, is more about believing in the people, nature, and all of life around us in the day to day that teach, inspire, and share love their wisdom and love – the gifts of inside, outside. / Happy Solstice, Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all! / xoxoxo
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