Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Wesley the Owl

A baby owl was found one day
He became my son and stole my heart away
I dressed him in the finest linen
Frilly bonnet upon his head
Coach of the finest quality
The towns people would oh and ah
Stopping me to take a peak
The blanket went down
There goes the frown
They don’t make a sound
Cause this baby isn’t what they think

My son the owl
His eyes tell a story
As I look into his eyes
Peek a Boo, I see you!
Little Wesley the owl

Howt, howt, grah, grah
His way of saying I love you!
He is a part of my life
So please never say goodbye
My fuzzy little wide eyed boy!

Howt, Howt, Grah, Grah
I love you Wesley my son!
Howt, Howt, Grah, Grah

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Eve of Monday

On Monday night, I read from a site that brought a smile to my mind
The serenity in your picture depicted heaven
So now for the rest of the seven days, harmony greets me
Tapestry of words creates a masterpiece
Please feel free to bring more magic to the mind
Looking forward to see the world through the art of words

I chose to feel the spring that sprang within my heart

Friday, November 18, 2011

My Philosphy

I have been philosophizing about two things. The big book that is written for all of us. This is one of the things I think about daily. You know, that big book that has our name on it and we act out our life. My believe is that each of us have our very own book and tomorrow is already written.
Can we change this? Yes, to a point. We have the free will to make the best situation out of any situation good nor bad while on this Earth.

Then there is a believe of visualizing all we want and or need. I believe that this act of will has a price to pay. If one is willing to pay the piper, then do what you must.
While pondering on these two topics today, my conclusion is trusting in ones faith and helping yourself without hurting anyone or anything. But when I look back at what I wrote, what if someone does not believe in God? Does this philosphy still mean the same? If we want something bad enough, it will be?

There has to be some law in the universe of great. visualizing or praying for something must come from someplace. For example when life is given, death is given. There has to be a balance or else life would be even more topsy turvey then it is now. The Universe, or God takes this into consideration for some sort of balance. Can't have all good and no bad, or all bad and no good. This is another topic to speak about in the future.

Just be happy no matter what turmoil or peace we are living in. This is the key to a life we all want. Love yourself and the rest will fall into place.

I wish you and your families a "Happy Thanksgiving".

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

My Journey

Today I was reminded to look back at my lifes journey. One of my friends forced my soul and mind to meditate on my life A simple comment on my earlier works sent me on an excursion.

I was a newbee on a poetry site. Some of my poems were childlike, others full of old poison that was shedding day by day.
It showed in my poetry and in my newly found life.
I also have another gift that I always kept secret
Some call it a gift, but some with this gift call it a curse. For me personally, it is a beautiful rainbow.
Being privy to what is called visions, I was informed about my life ending at 74. Two weeks after this insight, a new found gift was added, poetry. I had to spread this beautiful gift with the world.
To some this is crazyness, but I only know the real truth about my gift of insight. It is like opening up extravagant wrapped packages as breath is held waiting for the climax.

A few weeks past since the crystal ball revealed my tale.
It starting unfolding like a queen size sheet ready to pretty up my bed.
I started looking at life through the eyes of the angels. My compassion, love, and zest for life grew like a seedling yearning for water and sun.

Standing here today, my gift of poetry has become sophisticated and refined.
There has been rumored among my colleagues that my style is changing . This is true. Waking up on a higher spiritual path is a gift from the gods. I worry less now. This alone is a present
As long as I have a roof over my head, everything is second. Recognizing that gratefulness can be as simple as seeing a morning bee has triggered a dominoe effect in my life.
Even though I do not have the means to buy certain things, they eventually find there way into my life. Gifts now come so frequently.
For this, I will remain grateful.

So making a long boring story as short as possible, poetry has changed my life for the better. I am curious if anyone reading my blog would like to join my chain and tell of their story.
Did poetry change anyones life for the better. I would be interested in hearing from you.
Or did something else life changing bring light into a once dark world.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Never to be forgotten

A man was lying in the street
I knew he was poor
White lose fitting garment
As immaculate as a morning sky
His eyes looked familiar
Kind loving and bright
Blue with white lights
Eyes were glowing
Wife was shown briefly
Dressed in black and white
Slender, dark hair
Beautiful thick wavy hair
A baby was born
I was told he was sick and dying
I asked if the wife knew
She would not understand
Not ready for this lifetime
The whole time, he was sad
Kinder gentlemen I will never meet
I dreamt of Jesus that beautiful night

Friday, November 4, 2011

Silence is Best

There lays within a tale to tell
With this tale war would ignite
An ornate gate, wrought iron, masterly and artistic
A face from the arts hides within
Dancing above their head, a skeleton key that haunts the soul
Many would parade its head for all to see
There is disagreement

The days become weeks, and weeks months
Lingering becomes a daily ritual
Each day the leather bound beauty teases to color
There is anger poisoning the world
Why can’t the animal hibernate through its journey?
Hopefully answers will reveal itself when we draw the last line

Feelings must stay deep within abyss
Wars will erupt
Friendships will crumble
Decision to stay silent is best prescription
Secretly language can still tell a tale
Just read between the lines

Justice is Coming

There is hate in this world lying heavy in the heart of man
More than machinery, we need humanity
Unity of us all
Bitterness of man has caused human kind to fall
Greed has poisoned our souls
Only the un-love hate
We think too much and feel too little
Kingdom of God is with all men
Let us fight for a new world
Do not despair, liberty will never perish
The good Earth is rich
Let us excavate all the goodness from this Earth
A voice is reaching around the world
We need mankind to eradicate hatred
There is a terra nova waiting to be re-born
All that we need is to love once again

Thursday, November 3, 2011

November is Native American Heritage Month

November is Native American Heritage month. During this time, please take a moment to remember the people that prospered and flourished long before Europeans wandered onto the shores of North America. Also,time to remember and honor the cultures and traditions that have been handed down from generation to generation that continue thriving in their communities today.

Please read my poem "We are Man". It is written in pride,love, and admiration for the
Native Americans.