Month: July 2016

Desert – Daily Prompt

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I soar across the desert 

towards the waterfall

My flight responds to instinct

I follow natures call

I spread my wings in answer

to calls from way above

My only goal the landing

when I have found my love.

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I dive deep into the ocean

the currant drags me down

Deep into the murky depths

where real jewels can be found

I skim the wave to surf across

to treasure in my sights

The deep blue of the sea I see

and blackness of the nights

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I scurry through the undergrowth

I jump through the tall grass

Sunlight glistens on my skin

the days they quickly pass

I jump across the muddy mound 

diving deep into my den

I’ll rest a while and bide my time

Until night is here again

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I sit  high up on the balcony

watching setting suns

My time here now is very short

I think I’ve had my run

I think of all the elements

that joined me on my way

the earth and stars, sea and skies

and stories through each day

 

 

 

My Glass

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My glass has been as full as the stars up above

Twinkling with bubbles, overspilling with love.

A glass crystal flute that chimed as I clinked.

In celebration, with crosses arms I linked.

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My glass so empty as I missed the last wish.

Cloudy and smudged with space for anguish.

My glass has been broken, just like my heart.

That shattered in pieces and fell far apart.

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But now I have two that came here as a pair.

They match one another, no need for despair.

Both glasses half full, with room for some more.

We can sit here and sip, not gulp like before.

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In response to the Daily Prompt – Glass

 

Healer

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You are a channel from above, you heal me through your hands.

You clear your mind and open up, the universe expands.

I feel it when you touch me, I heal within your truth.

I open up myself to you, with nothing at all to loose.

It doesn’t matter how you heal, reiki, spirit or God.

It is the belief that does the work and I am healed not lost.

So take good care of yourself dear, your powers really there.

They’ve only been bestowed on you as you are one that cares.

Dressing Up

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False is the colour of my hair, my eyelashes too.

I paint my face and dress myself to try to impress you.

If you saw me in the morning with hair standing high.

You really wouldn’t see me, you’d see I am a lie.

I dress to make me slimmer, it doesn’t really work.

The clothes they hang the wrong way, particularly my skirt.

But I’m honest in all other ways, like what I say and do.

Please believe me when I say, I know that I love you.

Falsness, doesn’t become me, I know that it’s not right.

It troubles me, that you can’t see the beauty out of sight.

Inside I am just truthful, I stand firm with honesty.

But I’ll have to keep on dressing up until you really see me.

Growth through Stillness

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There is a candle in your heart, ready to be kindled.
There is a void in your soul, ready to be filled.
You feel it, don’t you?

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I believe in and feel that candle in my heart, flickering in waves, never going out.  The candle is constant, there throughout and cannot be snuffed out.  I can connect with the candle in times of quietness as I meditate, watch it as it dances inside and speaks to me.  It does not speak in words but through emotion, it is my life-force it will not be extinguished while I live.  After that, I don’t know, I would imagine it will light elsewhere, where I am because it is connected to my soul.

There is a flower too, it’s opening more everyday, I believe it is at the root of me but reaching up as it grows and flourishes, as I grow with it reaching out to the possibilities that I am presented with.  The flower is love and truth, it is fed through the love that passes through me, that I give out and receive.   The flower does not need nourishment to survive but any that is provided makes it even more beautiful.

There is a bird, I’m watching it, it’s purple and it’s ready to fly…………

Coffee Break

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Over my morning coffee I think of me and you.

As I stir the milk and sugar, I hope that you do too.

The crumbs left from my pastry, tell the tail of us.

In tiny bits, not strong enough and scattered in the dust.

And the stain around the cup, is all that there remains.

Like the feelings now inside of me of memories and pain. 

I wish I’d stuck to water, never tempted to caffeine.

Then I wouldn’t feel like this and life would be a dream.

I wonder about another cup, but not in connection to us.

I think it might help a fraction while I try to readjust.

Bones 

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Wait until the darkness comes, the bones are going to shake.

Don’t wait in here, they come alive, your soul they want to take.

The bone chapel stores the bones, of those  from long gone by.

I’m leaving here before its dark, I bid farewell goodbye!  
Fun post in response to The Faily Prompt – Darkness 

iPhone photos from a bone chapel in Portugal 

Writing

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I want to write of almighty heights and starships on the moon.

Of silent prayers, of soaring high and lazy afternoons.

I want to write so deeply, with words to touch your soul.

To make you think, with picture links, to connect would be my goal.

I want to write forever more, to share with you my dreams.

To pull you in, touch your hearts, that would be supreme.

I want to write astoundingly, so everyone can feel.

The way I view this universe and what for me is real.

For now I write quite simply, often words that rhyme.

Little ditty’s, words of love and when I have the time.

And so I shall keep on practicing, writing daily posts.

Poetry and thoughts by me, I hope you don’t get lost.

I am a little crazy, the other half of me is fine.

I hope you’ll find it in your hearts to give my writing time.

Summertime

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It’s pointless buying summer clothes, in England nowadays.

For moments when the sun pops out, and holidays away.

We wear them and we shiver, at home the hearings on.

One blink and I’ll miss summer, the evenings are just long.

I’m fed up with this country, fed up with the cold.

I’m sick of hearing summers here, fed up of being told.

So I’m packing up my summer bits, into the case they go.

I’m off in search of sunshine, before we see the snow!

Choose Me

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The flowers are rejoicing, a bee has sauntered by.

They dance, they sing, hold heads aloft, up to the smiling sky.

The bee is quite oblivious, to the happiness he caused.

He spotted a bright flower and thought he’d take a pause.

So he takes his fill and wonders on, through the flowers bright.

They hope he will return again before they close tonight.