Song Endless Love MY MOM With hair like clouds so soft, and white, and eyes of cornflower blue, She sat the crying silently I knew not what to do, Her face was aged, and wrinkled, tender love shows there, Pain was in those eyes of blue, that pain I also share. For many children she had born, fifteen all told you see, She loved each,and every One of them, Individually, But I was going far away to a foreign land, The man I loved was standing there, he'd just asked for my hand. She hugged me to her breast and said, Be sure in what you say, America is so very, very, far away. MY DAD I remember sitting there on the floor by my Father's knee His fingers twinning in my hair, and looking down at me, We shared a deep affection, a bond that grew each year. His fingers changed direction now he tweaked my ear. He smiled again, it's time for bed off you go young lady, I kissed him on the cheek and said, dont treat me like a baby, I thought that I was all grown up but I was only ten. Wish my Dad was here with me to tweak my ear again. The Flower Garden -------------------- The garden starts with snowdrops poking through the snow, Then comes the yellow daffodils, they make a striking show. The Daisy is an easy plant with petals dainty white, And pastel colors intertwine to make the garden bright. A Trumpet vine that climbs so high, a vibrant scarlet red, And hiding in their roots below are the pansies in their bed. For hummingbirds,and butterflies the nectar is so sweet, A lovely flower garden is the greatest summer treat. The Royal Gardens ---------------------- The castles stand so stately tall, their rooftops reaching high With lawns so neat behind the wall a place to sit nearby. The gardens have been tended, with loving hands that new, Just how much work was needed, and knew just what to do. The flowers with their heads all bowed, sway slightly in the breeze, As if they're tired of the crowd standing through the trees. WINDSOR CASTLE The Oueen comes out, gives a wave, the visitors now must go, Pictures that I took to save I take them home to show, To friends who never get to see the royal stately station. Changing of the guard will be, the end of my vacation Something New -------------- Winter As I sit here by the window, and look out at the snow it is like a million diamonds that twinkles in the sunlight, an aura of light surrounds the ice like a warm winter blanket It is winter in all it’s splender cold,crisp, refreshing. It is Gods hand at work. Summer -------- A winding brook, through fields of green The sound of running water Skipping rocks, watching ducks Hearing children's laughter Flowers fragrant in their bloom Their heads sway in the breeze The petals gently turning back Resting on their leaves This is a day of summer Where everything is bright But soon the season changes Like day into night And as you smell the flowers And Robins sing their song Enjoy each day to its fullest Soon summer will be gone Backyard Friends ------------------ A robin sits apon the fence, and watching from afar is the neighbors great big cat,Im'e glad he's in their yard, A squirrel comes to get some corn, he eats an ear a day, It's good that he's the only one that comes around this way. The doves are waiting for some food, there's many birds you see, Finches, Robins, Bluejays too, all waiting for some seed, I see a little chipmunk, he's hunting for some nuts They are destructive little things, always making ruts. There's ladybugs, spiders, beetles, ants, and those pesky mosquitoes too, All hiding underneath the leaves, just waiting there for you, For spring is fast approaching, their young come out to play Explore the yard, check out the food, I think their here to stay Nature --------- When you see an insect crawling on a vine Do you ever watch it, and wonder how much time that he has spent to get there,and how far he will go, and what he has accomplished I guess we'll never know These are the kind of things we miss, they happen every day But we take them for granted, can't be bothered people say But someday when your in the yard with not much else to do Look around, seek them out, they could be watching you. This is a new style of poem for me,,, let me know what you think,,,PLEASE Feelings --------------- I looked at the heavens, the stars shining on high, what is this feeling. The night was clear,crisp,nothing stirred. I felt a warmth not of this earth, A peacfull feeling,drawing my eyes heavenward. I reached toward the heavens, comforted,and at peace. Share in this feeling,of love, and joy. A richness that some never find, Share it,Nurture it,Enjoy it. Feelings are something you cannot ignore, they are part of you. They are your life, your breath, your exhistance, NEW POEMS Poetry -------- Why do they call it poetry, when nothing rymes today. It's just a sentence, someone said, to tell what they had to say If Helen Steiner Rice were here she would tell you that's not right, For poetry is a romantic way to express what you want to write. Looking up to see the stars, or watching a stream below. Seeing the love in someone’s eyes, and watching children grow. For every day there is something new, that you had not seen before This to me is poetry, to watch Gods work in awe. Your Mother or Mine -------------------- She shufled along, shoulders bent, her age was showing as along she went. Her hair now white, instead of brown. And oh so slowly she walked through town. She looked in the windows, watched people walk by, If they looked her way she quietly said hi. As I watched the thought struck me, that's me in time. This could be your mother, or even mine. . Magic Of A Garden When you plant a garden you watch seasons come and go. Flowers raise up, plants turn green, they put on quite a show. Summer is apon us, and as the flowers bloom You watch the birds and butterflies gather nectar for their food You see the tiny insects that try to raid their space But gone befor you know it, and other's take their place. Color has gone rampart, the Red, Yellow, and Blue You marvel at the changes as you see what God can do. But soon it changes once again, and leaves float to the ground. It's time to gathere all the seeds, there are many to be found. To plant next year when once again we watch the magic show. As each and every seed you plant looks up, and starts to grow. 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With hair like clouds so soft, and white, and eyes of cornflower blue, She sat the crying silently I knew not what to do, Her face was aged, and wrinkled, tender love shows there, Pain was in those eyes of blue, that pain I also share. For many children she had born, fifteen all told you see, She loved each,and every One of them, Individually, But I was going far away to a foreign land, The man I loved was standing there, he'd just asked for my hand. She hugged me to her breast and said, Be sure in what you say, America is so very, very, far away.
I remember sitting there on the floor by my Father's knee His fingers twinning in my hair, and looking down at me, We shared a deep affection, a bond that grew each year. His fingers changed direction now he tweaked my ear. He smiled again, it's time for bed off you go young lady, I kissed him on the cheek and said, dont treat me like a baby, I thought that I was all grown up but I was only ten. Wish my Dad was here with me to tweak my ear again.
The garden starts with snowdrops poking through the snow, Then comes the yellow daffodils, they make a striking show. The Daisy is an easy plant with petals dainty white, And pastel colors intertwine to make the garden bright. A Trumpet vine that climbs so high, a vibrant scarlet red, And hiding in their roots below are the pansies in their bed. For hummingbirds,and butterflies the nectar is so sweet, A lovely flower garden is the greatest summer treat.
The castles stand so stately tall, their rooftops reaching high With lawns so neat behind the wall a place to sit nearby. The gardens have been tended, with loving hands that new, Just how much work was needed, and knew just what to do. The flowers with their heads all bowed, sway slightly in the breeze, As if they're tired of the crowd standing through the trees. WINDSOR CASTLE The Oueen comes out, gives a wave, the visitors now must go, Pictures that I took to save I take them home to show, To friends who never get to see the royal stately station. Changing of the guard will be, the end of my vacation
Winter As I sit here by the window, and look out at the snow it is like a million diamonds that twinkles in the sunlight, an aura of light surrounds the ice like a warm winter blanket It is winter in all it’s splender cold,crisp, refreshing. It is Gods hand at work.
As I sit here by the window, and look out at the snow it is like a million diamonds that twinkles in the sunlight, an aura of light surrounds the ice like a warm winter blanket It is winter in all it’s splender cold,crisp, refreshing. It is Gods hand at work.
A winding brook, through fields of green The sound of running water Skipping rocks, watching ducks Hearing children's laughter Flowers fragrant in their bloom Their heads sway in the breeze The petals gently turning back Resting on their leaves This is a day of summer Where everything is bright But soon the season changes Like day into night And as you smell the flowers And Robins sing their song Enjoy each day to its fullest Soon summer will be gone
A robin sits apon the fence, and watching from afar is the neighbors great big cat,Im'e glad he's in their yard, A squirrel comes to get some corn, he eats an ear a day, It's good that he's the only one that comes around this way. The doves are waiting for some food, there's many birds you see, Finches, Robins, Bluejays too, all waiting for some seed, I see a little chipmunk, he's hunting for some nuts They are destructive little things, always making ruts. There's ladybugs, spiders, beetles, ants, and those pesky mosquitoes too, All hiding underneath the leaves, just waiting there for you, For spring is fast approaching, their young come out to play Explore the yard, check out the food, I think their here to stay
When you see an insect crawling on a vine Do you ever watch it, and wonder how much time that he has spent to get there,and how far he will go, and what he has accomplished I guess we'll never know These are the kind of things we miss, they happen every day But we take them for granted, can't be bothered people say But someday when your in the yard with not much else to do Look around, seek them out, they could be watching you.
I looked at the heavens, the stars shining on high, what is this feeling. The night was clear,crisp,nothing stirred. I felt a warmth not of this earth, A peacfull feeling,drawing my eyes heavenward. I reached toward the heavens, comforted,and at peace. Share in this feeling,of love, and joy. A richness that some never find, Share it,Nurture it,Enjoy it. Feelings are something you cannot ignore, they are part of you. They are your life, your breath, your exhistance,
Why do they call it poetry, when nothing rymes today. It's just a sentence, someone said, to tell what they had to say If Helen Steiner Rice were here she would tell you that's not right, For poetry is a romantic way to express what you want to write. Looking up to see the stars, or watching a stream below. Seeing the love in someone’s eyes, and watching children grow. For every day there is something new, that you had not seen before This to me is poetry, to watch Gods work in awe.
She shufled along, shoulders bent, her age was showing as along she went. Her hair now white, instead of brown. And oh so slowly she walked through town. She looked in the windows, watched people walk by, If they looked her way she quietly said hi. As I watched the thought struck me, that's me in time. This could be your mother, or even mine. .
