Eternal love does not lament
As death itself is not the end
Love continues as far as true
Eternal souls keep loving you
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Spirit moves to live once more
Present with essence as before
Send your love with true intent
Eternal love does not lament
Month: August 2016
Pebbles of Experience
Pebbles are like experiences
rounded by elements
they glisten when wet.
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Complicated individuals
scattered on the shore
where land and sea are met.
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Kaleidoscopic rainbow cries
reaching to the sky
unveiling memories of love.
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Tumbling in the gust of surf
to settle as directed
by the tides and moon above.
Reflections of Yesterday
Reflecting on my yesterday’s, I look deep into the depths
Of what was clear and simple, to the troubled murkiness
Pondering on happenings and wondering if I was right.
I don’t stay to long, just long enough to understand my plight
The past is best left where it is but I take the lessons on
So I can understand myself when I might take another step wrong
The shadows and reflection can distort what was the truth
I dive deep to find the feeling that are buried from my youth
Just Maybe
Just maybe once in a while, you’d turn up when you should.
Just maybe if you obliged, the day would turn out good.
I’m not feeling half as bright, with you up in the clouds.
I don’t know why you hide away, you used to be so proud.
I’m feeling very chilly now, my arms are white and fat.
It’s so long since I’ve seen you sun and needed my sun hat!
Narrow
Narrow – photo challenge
I’m always in search of the sun and that means finding it in sometimes quite narrow gaps. I’m always heading in the direction of the sun wherever possible and always walk on the sunny side of the street ☀️
Life’s Luxuries
Waves of silk and strings of pearls
Cognac for boys, champagne for girls
Bright red Ferraris lined up in a row
Debutants waiting their time to go
Yachts in the harbor, seas bright blue
Daily fresh linen and towels anew
Luxurious items like those above
Though the greatest luxury of all is love
Luxury
Driving through Normandy, France
Fields of green and birds that dance
A peaceful day, gentle wind and warm
Butterflies and sparrows that swarm
The graves of soldiers, row upon row
Fought for freedom and chance to grow
Luxury each day for you and me to see
Tomorrows they gave, for us to be free
Praise to the Bee
Praise the bee that flowers pollinate
A thimble full’s honey a year to make
Nectar so sweet I spread on my bread
Without you bee, I’ve only jam instead
Questioning would there be fruit at all bee
For making jam in season ready for me
Fly off now safely bee to come back again
Work as you do daily is never in vain
You bee keep us ticking nicely on and on
Because without you bee we’d soon be gone
Craving Sun
I’m craving some more sunshine and I want it to last all day
Certainly at least week or more, before it goes and hides away
I’m sick of British summers, soaked again and again by rain
I want to dine al fresco daily, that I can’t is a blooming pain
What’s the point in England’s beauty, I really cannot see
Flowing fields with flowers, seen sheltering under a tree
If I can’t go out and see it, experience and catch some sun
I’d rather move to somewhere else, without my wellies on
England bloody England, what’d you do with flaming June
Picnics, fairgrounds, lovers smelling flowers in full bloom
Penetrating the Melt
I had a profound experience, well another one anyway
Deep and meaningful pretty much, and yet again today
I now allow myself to be, just me, without facade or lies
Waking up to the universe, I throw my cares in the sky
Committing time to live as me, without any masquerade
Say what I think and feel how I feel, my very own crusade
I dance and sing to music of love, twirling expressions felt
Wholeheartedly I dive in deep, I’m penetrating the melt
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