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Post by angelwings13 on Apr 29, 2008 11:32:38 GMT
Sailor Vision © By Daniel Belcher
The love of the sea flowed through his veins How could he explain he would never be the same
For the winds of the sea engulfed his soul Depositing inside true silver and gold
Bond to the sea by an unbroken brotherhood Closely knit together like fibers of wood
Knowing and respecting its awesome power And other times its gentle as a flower
A genuine love for every move it makes Every swish and swell that it takes
The beauty and peace it bring within Stirring the soul with its every spin
The love it imparts never goes away Renewing ones' hope each and everyday
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Post by delphine on May 1, 2008 7:24:01 GMT
A delicate fabric of bird song Floats in the air, The smell of wet wild earth Is everywhere. Oh I must pass nothing by Without loving it much, The raindrop try with my lips, The grass with my touch; For how can I be sure I shall see again The world on the first of May Shining after the rain? - Sara Teasdale, May Day
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Post by angelwings13 on May 1, 2008 13:09:57 GMT
dank je Delphine. I love this poem, especially since it's our birthday flower, lol...
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Post by angelwings13 on May 21, 2008 14:14:28 GMT
Warm and Soft as Breath butterfly, are your stripes and shades a map to paradise? if that is so, i am already in one
so serene, so quiet your gentle adventure enchanting colours entrance me, transport me unconsciously into another realm
the angels, do they fly like you? so effortlessly, forever carrying a paradise
is paradise filled with honey? sweet success for your rendevouz with blooms
is your caterpillar a testimony that one grows in and out of realms?
so softly, quietly, you fly off a rainbow leaving that little monster you once were fluttering in trees
john tiong chunghoo
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Post by delphine on Jun 5, 2008 12:51:29 GMT
June It's beautiful the Summer month of June When all of God's own wildflowers are in bloom And sun shines brightly most part of the day And butterflies o'er lush green meadows play.
Light hearted skylark songster of the wing High o'er the quiet and lonely moorland sing Above her nest cloaked by the tangled heath Her charming song so exquisitely sweet.
So mellow the gentle breath of june day breeze The birds rejoicing on the leafy trees And dappled trout in pool bed of the stream Bask in the sun their spotted skins agleam.
God gave us June and all her lovely flowers Bright sunny days and pleasant evening hours Shady green glens and serene sunlit dells And leafy bowers adorned with blue bluebells.
But god June's maker has the final say And what he give he also take away And God's own larks will trumpet in the sky To celebrate the birthday of July.
Francis Duggan
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Post by angelwings13 on Jun 9, 2008 19:01:26 GMT
The Brook © By Mary Patterson
I sat beside the little brook In the quiet of the day, Listening to the peaceful sounds The running water made.
I saw the many stones, With their different sizes and shapes. Their color added beauty to the water And scenic landscape.
Now and then, a fish would dart Between the little rocks. Their bodies shimmered in the sunlight As they swam from spot to spot.
Once in a while a bug would land Upon the bubbling brook, Or a leaf would float by, On its journey to some shady nook.
I sat for quite a while, Enjoying the serenity of the scene, And realized it was An integral part of nature's scheme.
For God with his infinite powers, Shaped and made this great earth. We need only to notice its treasures And realize their worth.
Yes, I sat beside the little brook On a bright, sunny day, And enjoyed its glimmering waters, As it traveled on its way.
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Post by angelwings13 on Jun 17, 2008 11:47:07 GMT
Butterfly, Butterfly Hoping to catch your eye Circling around you, oh my Butterfly, butterfly, come into the light Oh, what a beautiful sight Flying so gracefully Into the sky, the butterfly Trying to catch a butterfly Fly, fly, fly, butterfly There he sets upon the mums I'm having so much fun Here's another on the sill Your standing so still You go to touch him There he goes, the butterfly I hear a tapping on the window It's the butterfly, fly, fly, fly There he goes into the sky Flying so high, the butterfly I'll see you another day Butterfly, butterfly, away
Sharon Adamson
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Post by delphine on Jun 21, 2008 9:44:47 GMT
Today the summer begins.
Once Upon A Summer Day Once upon a Summer day, Birds chirped in a musical way, Grass drenched in the morning dew, The sky covered in a vast color of blue.
Once upon a summer day, Flowers bloomed in full array, Bright rays of sunlight spilled Upon my garden on the hill.
Once upon a summer day, Thunder rumbled and prolonged its stay, But after the rain tumbled down, This summer day wore a glorious rainbow crown
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summer
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Post by summer on Jun 23, 2008 19:31:49 GMT
As always, it is nice to read such good poetry here.
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Post by angelwings13 on Jun 27, 2008 11:59:20 GMT
Where Beauty Lives There’s people tall and people short, There’s people large and round, The world is full of different shapes, Where beauty can be found.
It isn’t just the outer shell, That holds the beauty true, In people full of love and grace, There’s beauty through and through.
There’s beauty in the way they talk, In gentleness and truth, There’s beauty in the way they walk, With wisdom as the proof.
Although she's not be the image of the girl upon the beach, And he is not the muscle-man With bright and shiny teeth,
They’ll always have their beauty, and It’s wonderful to see, There’s beauty there for everyone, It’s there for you and me.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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Post by delphine on Jul 1, 2008 15:37:45 GMT
"Across the open common land shines glowing purple floral blooms The bumble bee can hardly stand, as flowers' scent is rising fumes
And lies there in the summer shade a resting deer quite joyfuly for in this beauteous sunlit glade all's observed by sent'nel tree
This tall oak stands by sparkling stream, whose water splashes grass and rock, reflecting in its azure gleam, the woodland plant and dandy clock
While goes beneath the cloudless sky, amidst a warm and dreamy breeze, a squirrel idling, passing by, past numerous, careless, floating seeds."
- Stephen Patrick, Sleepy July in Skipwith Common
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 3, 2008 11:37:30 GMT
Poem Title: The Heart of America
America, land of the free Home of the brave Set off the fire works Let your banners wave
From sea to shining sea All across the land Let people of all races Come to together hand in hand
United we stand, Divided we fall Let put aside our difference Once and for all
Thanking God for our freedom Let’s make a joyful sound In the heart of America Let love always be found
© Patricia Bankhead
Happy 4th of July to everyone....
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Post by texaspelican1 on Jul 8, 2008 18:40:19 GMT
My neighborhood is so, so quite today! Not like it was in my child’s day Just there, in the road My Johnny hit the ball that made us roar. My neighborhood is so, so quite today! Where are the children that should be playing? Where are the parents that should be saying “Good job my little one.” I guess they have found cooler places and fear has driven them away. I taught my Johnny to pitch and bat, not slay. But, greed and war called him away. I would give anything for just one more hooray, but, my neighborhood is so, so quite today!
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 8, 2008 19:11:14 GMT
texaspelican thank you for sharing your poem, please share more. This poem does make you think....
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Post by annette on Jul 16, 2008 0:48:34 GMT
When GOD created a friend he did it so we would'nt be alone
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 16, 2008 11:37:58 GMT
How very true Annette...
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 17, 2008 11:46:20 GMT
An ocean of Love Have you ever sailed on vast ocean, With no island to see, and things are out of reach? With dreams and mysteries filled this ocean, And a never ending faith that someone would teach?
Have you ever felt that feeling, Of a deep calmness within you that's hard to fight? And no one could help you believing, That you're striving for the right?
Did you ever sailed on an ocean, That further placed upon your heart? For deeply below this ocean, Lies a silent whisper, where love starts.
An ocean of Love, the ocean of dreams Where you can find solace and exceptional truth Though pain resides even if you don't dream As the existence of love bears its fruit.
The fruit of harmony, bliss, and wonder Without the seed that's buried down below Like a pearl that lies down under The ocean of love they call, starts hello.
Upon this vast ocean, two souls were me and you Over the waves and across the surface I have found a love so true The ocean of love was then the wondrous place.
Lovelyn Layon
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Post by delphine on Jul 17, 2008 11:52:23 GMT
That is a beautyfull poem Angel
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Post by angelwings13 on Jul 17, 2008 14:11:04 GMT
dank je Delphine, I know you love the water like me...
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Post by delphine on Jul 17, 2008 17:28:33 GMT
I sit on a cliff By the ocean shore I am watching As the sun sets The first my eyes Have seen this site As the sun and ocean Meet this night I watch with magic eyes As from the ocean Dolphins dance in the sky A dance no human eyes Did they let see before I sit on the cliff And watch the scene As sun and ocean Join this evening As dolphins dance Their nighttime lullaby And in the distance I hear their song So soft and lovely That I drift to sleep And wake next To see a rising sun In my bed I realize That I had dreamed of a site My eyes had not seen For no ocean is near My landlocked home
Angela M. Maynard
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