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Beautiful Music
07/25/03
The breaking of the day is coupled with music.
Beautiful music from a robin coming closer.
Sitting, on the porch, brings serenity. |
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The cars, the train, are hushed when nature welcomes the new day.
Memories flood my mind of days passed.
Leaving, from the kitchen,
quietly allows me to remember Mom laying on the couch,
and Dad in his chair.
The morning was mine to enjoy the beautiful music.
That was quite sometime ago.
Oh the wonder is very much present.
Quiet times for reflection and contemplation were mine.
May I again be able to hear the beautiful music.
See a Cardinal, a robin, or even a crow.
Knowing as I do, it was the Lord that made it so.
The flowers have died, the gardenia bush is dormant.
Treasured moments were gifts.
Gifts reserved for another.
Time has forbidden me the privilege.
Health has taken its leave.
My place is in my chair.
Even now there is silence.
Oh to hear one more time the beautiful music, I'd be happy.
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Gentle Hands
01/25/04 |
Your hands touch an invisible keyboard, to me.
With those keystrokes, your gentle hands write freely; though you are in pain.
Each finger pains so badly!
Yet, each one of them gives life and love.
You see, when your gentle hands stop, they have written a song of family love.
It is unmatched by anyone of what I receive.
Uniquely yours now belonging to me, bring me so much joy.
Gentle Hands, may you someday touch my face.
You have touched my heart many times; with love that only you could have given.
(Given to Susie and Howard W.)
These gentle hands are real, very very real.
Wish for yourself to be touched by them one day yourself.
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Walking With Love
06/10/04 |
How often have I wanted to touch your hand.
Walking with you, LOVE, is my desire.
We see the full moon; above the night waters.
We see the fishing pier; now emptied.
It is a night for us and no one else.
LOVE, I am so happy when you hold my hand.
I see; in your face, what it is to be loved.
A smile you show.
A heart that beats for me is another part of you!
Knowing I am not going to face the world alone,
Makes me love you even more.
LOVE is so true when I feel your hand touch mine.
LOVE is so real when in your arms you hold me.
Smile again for me, LOVE.
Help me to know it isn't a dream walking.
Help me to know it is you, LOVE and you found in the love of my life.
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He Speaks In Colorful Words
01/18/05 |
The heart of an author is given to poems and stories.
It is a part of him that he must share with the world.
How beautiful are his paints he uses to share a picture or painting.
There is one such person of whom I have just met.
It is with his heart he shares the love within him.
May you feel warmth in reading poetry.
The author has given their heart to make it come to life.
Others are in my family of authors who's life work is writing.
Their purpose in life is to paint a picture or painting
that one can feel the strength within their words.
The author's first name is James.
There are others who's names will remain within me.
A loving author shares his love within words.
How beautiful are the words given us by James.
He truly speaks in colorful words.
See the picture he has done and remember I told you first.
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Running With The Night
01/23/05 |
Two of the undead come from their lighthouse.
It is time for new blood.
They run with the night.
Conquering an unsuspected person.
An unwilling participant of the undead are they.
It is no use to hide within the city lights.
They find no peace for the undead come from nowhere.
The question is:"Will they fall prey to them?"
Two young men who were attacked themselves now have to the master's bidding.
Look at ever corner.
Don't fear the night shadows.
Fear them - the undead.
They will claim their next victim.
Question is: "Will it be you?"
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