Cher and Lee's Images and Words

Myra's oil on burlap

2011-05-10T20:38:00.001-07:00

Lucky and mama longhorn

2011-05-10T20:37:00.001-07:00

Celeste gets baptized by pastor Gary DeSalvo as Cheryl lends support

2011-05-10T20:35:00.000-07:00

brother Harold, catches the 'big one'

2011-05-10T20:34:00.001-07:00

Jacques Cousteau Baxter, sweetly sleeping!

2011-05-10T20:29:00.000-07:00

Pepe is a sweetie

2011-05-10T20:21:00.000-07:00

Fish Gotta Swim

2011-02-27T00:21:00.001-08:00

2011-02-21T15:25:00.000-08:00

The Fish Are Biting!

2011-02-19T22:04:00.000-08:00

congrats and flowers

2011-01-27T00:00:00.001-08:00

Daybreak

2011-01-14T03:00:00.001-08:00

Knowing You In Light

2010-12-10T22:39:00.000-08:00

Wedding Cars

2010-03-05T21:25:00.000-08:00

animal funnies...

2010-03-05T17:17:00.001-08:00

STILL AT WORK

2009-04-06T02:14:00.000-07:00

Still At Work

Your bonds as light as kite string
Were easily broken,

And the confinement of the darkened tomb
Could not contain you now

As your kite form lifted above transparent walls
To defy all,

Your work, and your Father's work now done...
I suppose you want to rest?...

There you are again working among men you have chosen,
Preparing them, to build their faith and your church ----

So for forty days you let them and others see you.
Don't you want a rest Lord?

....Alas

You've gone to your Father's side.
To relax?

You say, now you'll send the Comforter
And he'll remind me of all that you've said,

And now....
You'll be at work in the hearts of many more.

When I get weary I rest and when I feel lazy, I relax...

And you're still at work!

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

PARADOX OF THE CHURCH

2009-03-27T20:30:00.000-07:00

PARADOX OF THE CHURCH

We are light --
An invincible spectrum
Of piercing rays,

We become visible white light
As our integral colors
Invisibly mesh,

We are light
Beaming through
Darkness

As a beacon projecting
Through space into the
Atmosphere around us,

We are light
With our diverse frequencies
And variance of intensity,

We are one
As visible light
Is one

But through the crystal prism
We are as diverse as the colors
That we now see,

We are one...and we are light!

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

After The Rain

2009-03-26T23:31:00.001-07:00

AFTER THE RAIN

Raining in the night
Washed her weary face
And when the sun came up
Her worry lines erased,

No more war or battle cries,
Floods, fires, famine or lies...
No Johnny at the corner store
Pointing a barrel at Melvin's face,

The sun begins to dry her crust
And for a moment things are clean,
Fresh and new, then tug-o-war begins
Again, and debris begins to litter the land

Between this moment of innocence
And evil, she shudders, shakes, spits and
Sputters, creating quite an upheaval
As she starts her day all over again.

by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Two Thousand one, Nine Eleven (2001-911)

2006-09-13T09:54:00.000-07:00

Two thousand one, nine eleven
Three thousand plus arrive in heaven
As they pass through the gate,
Thousands more appear in wait
A bearded man with stovepipe hat
Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"

They settle down in seats of clouds
A man named Martin shouts out proud
"I have a dream!" and once he did
The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives.

" Groups of soldiers in blue and gray
Others in khaki, and green then say
"We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"
The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."

From a man on sticks one could hear
"The only thing we have to fear.
The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,
trust us sir, we've passed that test."

"Courage doesn't hide in caves
You can't bury freedom, in a grave,
" The Newcomers had heard this voice before
A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores

A silence fell within the mist
Somehow the Newcomer knew that this
Meant time had come for her to say
What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day

"Back on Earth, we wrote reports,
Watched our children play in sports
Worked our gardens, sang our songs
Went to church and clipped coupons
We smiled, we laughed, we cried,
we fought Unlike you, great we're not"

The tall man in the stovepipe hat
Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!
Look at your country, look and see
You died for freedom, just like me"

Then, before them all appeared a scene
Of rubbled streets and twisted beams
Death, destruction, smoke and dust
And people working just 'cause they must

Hauling ash, lifting stones,
Knee deep in h*ll, but not alone
"Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman
Side by side helping their fellow man!"

So said Martin, as he watched the scene
"Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."

Down below three firemen raised
The colors high into ashen haze
The soldiers above had seen it before
On Iwo Jima back in '45

The man on sticks studied everything closely
Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly
"I see pain, I see tears,
I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear."

"You left behind husbands and wives
Daughters and sons and so many lives
are suffering now because of this wrong
But look very closely. You're not really gone.

All of those people, even those who've never met you
All of their lives, they'll never forget you
Don't you see what has happened?
Don't you see what you've done?
You've brought them together, together as one.

With that the man in the stovepipe hat said
"Take my hand," and from there he led
three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven
On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

Author UNKNOWN What a shame!

DON'T KEEP SUCH MEANINGFUL WORDS AND FEELINGS TO YOURSELF.
PLEASE PASS THIS ONE ALONG.

A Rememberance Poem for 9/11

2006-09-11T05:46:00.000-07:00

A Day to Remember... not far away
Seems long ago on a sunny day
Men, women working up in the sky
Then into the Towers a plane does fly

News flashes suddenly over the screen
A plane crashes down and makes a sad scene
Peril and screaming in more than one place
Makes it a terrible crises to face

Pentagon staff at their jobs work away
Not knowing that something awful
Will soon change their whole day

Brave Firemen called to a smoke-filled scene
See smoke-burning buildings and
Adults and children that scream

When does all the insanity end?
How do we know we'll be safe again?
The world as we know it all changed in one day
But somehow by faith we can go on our way

By Carla Cash (c) 2006

Dedicated to Brian

2006-09-11T05:40:00.000-07:00

(He was a smiling safe face in a harsh place)

Like a pebble tossed into a pond,
the effect of one person on earth
creates a ripple that goes on
to touch all others until it reaches the shore.

Energy, strength and joy
can overcome your fears and darkness.
You will be missed like a little boy
who was always smiling.

It seemed long but you didn't know
it was only a little while.
Our days here are longer when you go
to a different place.

They say the trip is faster on the way home.
Did you know how many people knew you?
When you thought you were alone,
you didn't know the next day they would miss you.

"Did you know Brian? He always wore that goofy hat."
"Yeah I know him! But where's he at?"
Like a pebble tossed into a pond,
your ripples are still felt and never gone.

By Kathleen VanBeekom

A Little While Ago I Didn't Even Know You

2006-09-11T05:35:00.000-07:00

I remember that time I was on my way to a party,wearing a dress. I rarely wear dresses.Driving downtown realizing I needed to bring something,I stopped into a small store in a crummy neighborhoodwhere I had never been before.

Then I saw you, I won't forget your dimples, long hairpulled back in a ponytail, eating a large cookie becauseyou had no customers right then. Brian. I won't forget.You thought I was a different kind of lady, out at night.

I came back a week later dressed as me, and you were stillthe night manager. So young, so smart, you told me you wantedto really be a systems analyst. What's a systems analyst?Something that is not usually next after managing a liquor store.

You said you probably couldn't be what you dreamed ofbecause you had an artificial leg. Do you need two good legsto be a systems analyst? You stand firm in your job all nightin a bad place, with just that thing your fanny-pack to protect you.

I was fascinated with your face, your smile, those dimples,all the dreams. You were always late when we were supposedto meet someplace. You said it was because you had to driveyour gun home first. Brian.

Too many things are long ago and still just like today. You letsmall things get in the way of your dreams, like having a removableleg, so what? Nothing stopped you from reading, reading, readingabout everything you couldn't chase after or run from.

But no one wrote a book about you, just a small column one day.Brian D., age 26, passed away suddenly.It didn't mention that when you drove your gun home that night,you didn't go back out. You thought your leg was holding you back,but did you realize it would be around a lot longer than you?

I knew that night when I went to see you and there was a sign inthe store window, "Closed because of emergency."I always wondered who wrote it.No flowers at the suicide funeral, very few people. You didn't looklike my dreams, your hair was either under you or they cut it.

Silence. Didn't you know you were enough? More thanenough to manage a store in a bad neighborhood at night, more than enough to be a systems analyst, to fill your head withmore than most people would want to know. You deserved flowers.

You deserve to be in a place where all men are not potential robbersand all women dressed up at night are not hookers. Are you there, Brian? Always late because you had to drive your gun home. Always late.

I went to your house a long while after that, walked up your porch steps,heard the wood boards creaking under my shoes. I touched your mailbox,your front doorknob, I saw the patch of gravel next to the house whereyou used to park your car. A neighbor saw me, looked right at me, knowing.

Did you know you were only a few miles, a few minutes away from someplaceless desolate? In real distance and in your mind, it wasn't far away.You didn't get to have any gray hairs, no one will ever call you middle-aged. Your good leg will never get old and painful. Is this what you wished for?

Did you know your parents had to make a long drive to get to you afterwards?Do you know every blade of grass is still green, the sun is still warm?Your neighborhood is still the same, people are careful not to get lost there, and reckless when they have to spend every day there. It's not far from here.

by Kathleen VanBeekom 1997

The Guardian Angel

2006-09-03T22:06:00.000-07:00

I am and have alway been your friend
I am your Guardian Angel
A master of life
A husband
A Father
An honest man, not looking to get something from nothing
My resources are unlimited
They come from the Great Wite Father
Who loves us all.
I have learned the wisdom of the ancients
I have studied with children, learned to speak with the animals
I am one with the Earth
I chance along to meet with you
I see you in my dreams for I am the Spirit Warrior
Who walks in the clouds and sees forever
I was with you when time began and I find glorious paths
For you and me to follow
I am the joy that you feel when you see a newborn child
I am the pleasure that you seek when you stray off the path
I am that deep dark corner of your mind where no one is meant to enter
Yes I am a man, but not just a man
But I am a being of light with incredible power:
Power to heal
Power to help
Power to Love

By Robert Talmadge (c)

Have you ever felt

2006-09-03T22:05:00.000-07:00

Have you ever felt
That something inside you
It had begun to wither and melt

Something, you'd wanted to keep under your belt
Until you could find something new
Have you ever felt

That if it didn't return and be dealt
with, you whole life would be blue
It had begun to wither and melt

Many of us have knelt
and taken abuse we weren't due
Have you ever felt

That this something fading inside had kept
stuff locked out, that wasn't true
It had begun to wither and melt

Being the victim of too much sh*t, it left
Maybe, in search of something new too
Have you ever felt,
It had begun to wither and melt?

By: Lucy Walker (c)

Summer's end is near

2006-09-03T22:02:00.000-07:00

September starts the end of summer
Soon the lazy days are over
Children get back on the school bus
Mothers sigh to see them going

Watch the leaves soon start turning
Red,orange, yellow even brown
Such a beautiful array of colors
Before they all fall on the ground

Enjoy the last days of the summer
Savor each moment while you can
Absorb each warm day to the fullest
Catching the sun's rays in your hand

Carla Cash (c) 2006

YOU ARE BEING DECEIVED!!!!

2006-08-25T09:38:00.000-07:00

why do you trust me?
I could be an absolute con!
You could give me loads of your money
and then find suddenly that I have gone!

You could think that I am your best friend
and give me your every trust,
I could tell you to join my fantastic team
and you could then, feel that you must!

I could say that I am a millionare
and that I will make you a star,
then you would be oh so star-struck
and you'de take it, I wonder how far?

I could say that Im an 'old lady'
and I really need to be supported!
I could say 'I am so desperate for your help
I'm about to be deported!

I could tell you that I am a guru
and that your finances will now be just fine!
I could say that I am an expertat building you a downline!

I could give you my 'heartfelt' friendship
and 'chat to you everyday
I could say that I really 'do love you'
though I dont KNOW YOU in any way!

The internet is dangerous
we all think that we know each other,
we build relationships and spread the love
as if we were sister and brother,

But We don't know each other at all
we just 'crave' to be some-ones best friend
we believe all the hype and the bullshit
and don't care that it could be pretend!

There's one thing that people should heed
"we can all be who you want us to be!"
I tell you that because it is the truth
I wonder, do you trust me?

That's the power of the internet!!!!!

COPYRIGHT JULIANA BOND 2006

The Yups and The Nopes

2006-08-25T08:14:00.000-07:00

There is a place within the world,

so secret that only I know where

And I was finally given permission,

it's location I now can share

They live in a different time called Not Even,

a continuum we used to know long ago

Where ideals and imagination,

are kept in a constant flow

The little town is called Whatever,

and is surrounded by sound proof walls

You try so hard to listen,

but cannot hear their pleading calls

As a people they are called the Yups and the Nopes,

I realize they are unusual names

and all they want to do,

is to play their silly mind games

They all are desperately seeking attention,

but for us their world is much too small

Constantly trying to show the elders,

that one day they will walk proud and tall

If you have not figured it out yet,

it is our children I am writing about

And one day they will be the adults

the ones that have the clout.

By Nick Sym (C) 2006

Our Dear Little Children

2006-08-15T05:26:00.000-07:00

For all our little Children
I've cried a million tears
I've suffered many sleepless nights
with worry for their fears

I cannot bear the thought
of a little child in pain
I want to hold them in my arms
and take away their shame

I feel we have a duty
to protect our children to the hilt
to give them all the love they need
to overcome their guilt

You see Children blame themselves
for upsetting those around them
they feel that they are to blame
for the chaos and the mayhem

they take these things on board
and then they're too shy to ask for help
they suffer the brunt of frustration
and are too afraid to yelp

It's time we adults listened
to the cries of kids in pain
and took a stand to stop it
from happening again and again!!!!

copyright Juliana Bond 2006

Please visit MY SPACE

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
- Martin Luther King, Jr.

Diana's Desk, January 3rd, 2006

2006-08-11T22:06:00.000-07:00

My question took her back
And I saw it in her eyes
The happy bride unafraid
Unaware that one day the lies
Would destroy the dreams she'd made.
Her mate's betrayal act by act
Each became a brick
She used to build a wall
Now inpenetrably thick.
As she talked I saw
The barbed wire scar marks
That had ripped apart her heart
Bleeding out the love it held
At her wedded start.
Unforgiveness ravaged
Wrinkle lines across her face.
And when I offered it,
She refused the cup of grace.
With sadness
I saw her walk away
Her mate had wronged her
Was all she had to say.
I watched her turn the key
To lock her heart up tight
And I wept with certainty
Two wrongs can't ever make a right.

Sadly, Diana

By: Diana Stuhr (c) 2006

Monkey Business

2006-07-20T13:15:00.000-07:00

Monkey Business

She gave birth to her baby
then just tossed him aside!
she didn't 'bat an eyelid'
as her baby cried and cried

She fed herself banana's
and wandered as if alone
leaving her baby there on the floor
all on his own!

The keeper interviened
and took the baby into his care
as the 'Mother' stood and watched him
totally aware!

The keeper fed and raised the boy
and named him 'Little Joe'
and everywhere the keeper went
'Little Joe' would go

Then one day little Joe got big
and the keeper took him to meet his Mother
and there he found, not just his Mom
but also a baby brother!

Joes Mother recognised him
and held him oh so tight
and the keepers eyes did swell with tears
as he watch the chimps re-unite!

copyright Juliana Bond 2006

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Cher & Lee's Poem

2006-07-20T12:57:00.000-07:00

Cher & Lee's
POETRY REVIEW

Concentration and illusion.......
.Hardly come out without emotion...
..Encouragement from within...
...Really pushes one... to start writing...

&

Love and hate will be known...by
.Entrusting the pen to write on its own...
..Enchanted heart at last...is opened...
................without even a single frown!

Pure from the heart... it should come...
.Over exageration shouldn't be the outcome!
..Energetic poems...that cheer
...Terrible topics...please don't dare...!
....Relaxing thoughts...one has in mind...
.....Yes...anti-stress poems...
..................they want to find...!

Relieving...is what you'll hear...
.Even from those without heart...I'll swear!
..Visual effects would make one happy...and
...Interesting writings...read everyday...
....Encourages all... and appreciate beauty!
.....Write from the heart...and they'll say

CHER & LEE...POETRY REVIEW
will be successful...you'll see...!

*****
written by : Yokoyama, Maria
(pen name)
date : 6-18-'06
time started: 10:30 P.M.
finished : 12:05 P.M.

*dedicated to both of you!

Best Wishes,
Maria Myrna

Puppy Dog

2006-07-20T12:46:00.000-07:00

Puppy Dog

There she sits with her puppy dog
she strokes him for a while,
she hides an awful secret
behind her sweet little smile

She cannot play like the puppy dog
she cannot jump around for joy,
she can only sit and wonder
would it be different were she a boy?

She wonders why she is dis-liked
by the people she calls Mom and Dad,
she wonders why they keep hitting her
and telling her that she is bad?

She wonders why they play with the dog
and love him as if he where the child?
she wonders why they injure her
if she laughs or even smiles?

She wonders why her daddy touches her,
and threatens her not to tell?
They seem to love their puppy-dog,
why can't they love her as well?

By: Juliana Bond 2006 (c)

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Fourth of July

2006-07-20T12:41:00.000-07:00

Fouth of July Poem

Independence Day
Summer's heat is now upon us
Time for picnics,camping,swimming
Now it is our nation's birthday
Day we celebrate our freedom

Fireworks going up in the sky
Bands playing, people singing
But to myself I ask the question
What did our forefathers die for?

Religious freedom was their goal
So that we could all pray freely
Worship God the way we want to
Keep Him sacred in our nation

As we celebrate this holiday
May we all be grateful for freedom
Land where we can make free choices
And thank God for all our blessings

Carla Cash
Copyright 2006

You are My Angel

2006-07-20T10:26:00.000-07:00

You are My Angel

You gave me the strength
to make a stand
when they turned on me
you held my hand
You believed in me
when no-one else cared
You stood by me
when no-one else dared

You are my Angel, my hero, my love
gaurding my soul for the heavens above
You are my Angel my hero forever
United we stand
now our hearts are together

You mended my heart
when it was shattered
you made me see
that nothing else mattered
but sharing our love
our kiss and embrace
seeing the smile
upon my loves face

You are my Angel, my hero my love
gaurding my soul for the heavens above
You are my Angel my hero for always
and I will love you for the rest of my days

You make the sky blue
You make the birds sing
You are my world
You're my everything

You are my Angel, my hero my love
gaurding my soul for the heavens above
You are my Angel my hero till the end
You are my sweet, my sweet and dear friend

copyright Juliana Bond 2006

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Diana's Desk, April 4, 2006

2006-07-08T20:37:00.000-07:00

The daylight peaks its shiny yellow head
Just over the horizon
Sending rays across the water
Coloring everything it puts its eyes on.

A new day is birthed
From the mouth of the Creator
Who calls it forth
And I, the spectator, I watch in awe.

This is my favorite hour
When the quietness makes noises
I don't hear otherwise
A million lovely voices
Cascading through the skies.

I wonder, Lord, if each new day
Thrills you as did the first
Do you watch with satisfaction
Each day coming, all varied and diverse?

I wait in wonderment
To see what today will hold
I watch expectantly
The moments one by one unfold.

Sunrise Stuhrings, Diana

By: Diana Stuhr (c) 20006

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Special Note: Diana Stuhr is one of my dearest friends and I will be posting some of her "Diana's Desk" writings here on our poetry blog. She is an accomplished writer who has a book coming out in a couple of months and I wanted to give you a taste of her poetic expressions here on our blog. Stimulating and thought provoking, her writing will point you to a Creator who is intimately concerned about your life.

Feel free to post your comments and feedback on this blog ~~ Cheryl

Fathers

2006-06-17T08:26:00.000-07:00

Fathers aren't always at home
They are trying to see to your needs
Still you know that they love you
They'll pick you up when you fall down

Fathers coach softball or soccer,
Go to concerts and plays with you
They take time from their busy day
Godly fathers pray for you too

When you are young they will care for you,
When they are old you will care for them,
Life's ironic but God planned it all,
We should be thankful that God sent our Dads

HAPPY FATHER's DAY TO ONE AND ALL

By Carla Cash (C) 2006

Smiling

2006-06-17T08:12:00.000-07:00

Smiling is infectious,
let's spread it around the earth
When someone smiled at me today
I felt a positive worth

I walked around the day
with my head held up high
that someone past a gift to me
and looked into my eye

I wondered how that smile
could change the way I feel
And then it came into my head
the feeling did reveal

The smile I was gifted
was refelcted from my face
so smile good people smile
and let's infect the human race

Chris Wiseman (c) 2006

Future Dream

2006-06-17T08:03:00.000-07:00

Now I lay me down to sleep
In a slumber dark and deep.
It seem years before I wake.
How much longer will it take?

Dreams have I--a cloudy haze.
Dreams of me in younger days.
Youth and beauty I recall,
And pride that goeth 'fore the fall.

Now I see in my mind's eye
Present days all rushing by.
If past is past, will present sorrow
Be remembered on the morrow?

Once again my mind recedes
To future times, events and deeds.
Yes, Future's future brings today
Questions that won't go away.

Is there pleasure? Is there pain?
Will I weaken, go insane?
Is it true what I've been told
About this thing called, "Growing Old"?

The thickened haze, a light appears.
I know the day is getting near.
Just one thing more before I wake--
I pray the Lord these dreams will take!

Shannon L. (Milligan) Bloin (C) 1992

Why???

2006-06-05T14:04:00.000-07:00

So many Children suffer
so many children die,
do you ever sit and wonder
sit and wonder why?

Why Our Children are the victims
of a pure and evil fate?
why the people they so care about
send them to that 'pearly gate'?

Why so many little victims
disappear without a trace?
why you never get to see
that sad and desperate face?

Why you never feel the pain
of what that child endures?
Why it 'doesnt really matter'
as long as that child's not yours?

Why you read it in the papers
and see it on the news?
Why You turn your blind eye
when only You can choose?

Why it does not register
to you inside your brain?
even though its happening
time and time again?

Do you never wonder
how it must really feel?
to know that this pain IS your life
and your life is very real?

Do you realise you could stop this
if you joined our global voice?
you would be heard and a child would smile
and UVACA would rejoice!

created by Juliana Bond Copyright 2006

Why things happen as they do

2006-06-02T07:44:00.000-07:00

Why things happen as they do
We do not always know,
And we cannot always fathom,
Why our spirits sink so low...

We flounder in our dark distress,
We are wavering and unstable,
But when we're most inadequate
The Lord God is always able....

For though we are incapable,
God is powerful and great,
And there's no darkness of the mind
That God can't penetrate....

And all that is required of us
Whenever things go wrong
Is to trust in God implicitly
With a faith that's deep and strong.

And while He may not instantly
Unravel all the strands
Of the tangled thoughts that trouble us
He completely understands....

And in His time, if we have faith
He will gradually restore
The brightness to our spirit
That we've been longing for....

So remember, there's no cloud too dark
For God's light to penetrate
If we keep on believing
And have faith enough to wait!

-Author Unknown-

Hope

2006-06-01T21:48:00.000-07:00

What is Hope?
Is it a feeling or a belief?
A trusting -- a knowing
That no matter what the odds
We shall overcome!

Hope is as essential to Life
As food is to the body --
It is like waking each day
With a song in our hearts
And laughter & joy in our souls!

It uplifts us --
It gives us a reason to keep going on --
Even when each day is so tough --
And tomorrow seems like a distant dream!

Hope is like a Spring rain --
That makes the flowers bloom --
It gives us strength to face the gloom
What at times in our lives
We face intolerable pain!

So open a window and let HOPE enter in --
Let it become your HEALER -- your SAVIOR your FRIEND!

By: Elaine De Rosier (c) 2006

In Your Garden

2006-06-01T21:24:00.000-07:00

In your garden
What is that you tend to
The seeds planted
Are a forgotten tale
How is it that you water them
And yet they do not grow
Shaded in plenty
But not knowing why
Looking past the fence
You gaze upon your light
And inbrace the remembrance.

By: Thomass Jaymess Erskine

Acquiescence Of Silent Souls

2006-05-27T14:02:00.000-07:00

Hopes and dreams squelched into
Patterns of mundane conformity

As robotic workers punching
Time clocks squeeze out creativity

Pulvarized into fine powder
Filling bags hermetically sealed,

Cut off from inner self, what was
Once dynamic becomes static...

No mere feeling can punch through
Layers of repose dying to everything,

Acquiescence of silent souls...
Graveyard of a million stars.

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

You Don't Notice

2006-05-24T11:17:00.000-07:00

It is one of those things you don't notice
as you go through your daily routines
as you go through your business day
after day and all's always the same as it seems!

You look in the mirror and think "Gosh Im fat,
my hair! It looks such a mess!
Do I really suit this top?
and does my bum look big in this dress?"

It's one of those things you don't notice,
the blood rushing through your veins,
Your lungs expanding with oxygen
as you breathe air again and agian,

You don't notice your body working
to fill you so full of life,
not until something goes wrong
do you realise the strife,

the pain and the trouble
of trying to survive,
Its only then that you realise
what it means to be alive!

created by Juliana Bond copyright 2006
http://tinyurl.com/orv8z

My Husband's Wife

2006-05-24T10:56:00.000-07:00

He greets me every morning
with his bright and priceless smile,
He brings me 'milky coffee'
and lets me 'lie in' for a while,

He takes me for drives in the countryside
And picks me flowers by the bunch,
then he takes me to sit by the river
to have a 'butty' for our lunch,

He holds my hand whilst we watch TV,
He opens doors for me where-ever we go,
He says that I'm the 'prettiest' girl in the world,
And he gives me his 'last Rolo'

He fills my world with warmth and pleasure
He puts a sparkle into my life,
there is no-where else that I'd rather be
than here as my Husband's Wife.

Created by : Juliana Bond

http://tinyurl.com/orv8z

Frontal Assault

2006-05-23T19:35:00.000-07:00

Glowing like incense on
The alter of indignation
Our anger burns red hot,

Scorching...searing nerve
Endings, touching everyone
In its branding-iron way,

Just so we can all know "this
Is my anger...feel my anger,
Come close and feel my hot breath",

And just the opposite happens...
People pull away...for it's love
That draws them close, not the

Hot spewing of angry words...
The frontal assault of "I am right
And you are wrong."

by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

My Prayer

2006-05-19T17:08:00.000-07:00

Dear God Almighty Jehovah,
Even before I voice my prayer,
you have read my heart.
And know what's lying there.
I'm in awe at how you can know,
what I'm about to say.
For I haven't even gathered my thoughts, before I start to pray.
The highest on high is where you are,
listening to the likes of me!
How greatful I am, that you're my God!
and your son Jesus is my King.
And even though you know,
what lays heavy on my mind.
You allow me to approach you.
And you listen when I cry.
My heart is heavy with appreciation,
for just another day.
I pray, you bless me with another,
for what else, should I pray?
In Jesus name, I pray

Ray Allen O'Neal Copyright ©2006
http://freewebs.com/yourfamilynow

Looking out my Window

2006-05-19T17:02:00.000-07:00

As I sit here starring out my window,
watching the rain fall.
I wonder if I screamed!
Could anyone hear me?
Or, would they care at all?

I called but you weren't home and I imagined
Where could you be....
I was hoping starring out your window
watching the rain like me....

By: Ray O'Neal
http://freewebs.com/yourfamilynow

Snow Flakes

2006-05-19T16:54:00.000-07:00

Silence reigns.

Night flakes fall softly down, down
On our silent faces
While we watch the heavens.

Frozen in the darkness,
Living statues hand in hand
As the world slowly spins,

Kinetic energy building in each turn,
Energy inside us waiting to burst,
and Silence reigns.

Sweet silence.

By: Shannon Bolin (C) 2006

Forgiven

2006-05-16T11:27:00.000-07:00

To kiss the morning
With complete freedom
And caress the night
With content
Is but a moment in eternity
To simply be
Not of a harmful nature
And learn by choices made
To carry no weight
And only give out
What you wish for yourself
As all life is natures law
That everything returns to its' source.

By: Thomass Jaymess Erskine

Power to Be

2006-05-16T11:09:00.000-07:00

Figuratively speaking
What is it that you see?
In un-written words
That would chain thee
Given in kindly jest
To speak wisdoms muse
In a worldly way
From words written within
Expressed in their power
To Be.

By: Thomass Jaymess Erskine

He is Born

2006-05-13T18:45:00.000-07:00

A star upon the heavens,
which is much brighter than the rest
Such a very special star,
which would put mankind’s faith to the test

The sheer brightness was made to follow,
men of knowledge would know it's way
The heavenly body was telling the people,
a baby born on this glorious day

He would be listened to by oh so many,
proclaimed as King of the Jews
And later to be crucified,
by people who disagreed with his views

The pain and anguish overtake him,
as he looks up toward the sky
Feeling that he has been betrayed,
he cries out, Father WHY!

Why have thou forsaken me,
The one that you call son
Is there a reason I should die,
for what mankind has done

You have paid the price for the sinners,
for this you will have no regret
And that is why the stories goes on,
so that not one of us will ever forget.

By: Nick Sym (c) 2006

The Whole of You

2006-05-12T11:59:00.000-07:00

You'll try anything you can to fill the spaces. You ask me how you should deal with the lies, I say, "The same as you do on a daily basis."I wish I could say I was wise, But I just haven't been to that many places.

I know you keep searching for a reaction. I can't help but disappoint this time, Though I can certainly understand your passion. I hope you don't think me unkind, It's just that I want the whole, not a fraction.

I'll try anything once to keep things together. I ask you how you feel, But you keep talking about the weather. What remains undiscovered, you're reluctant to reveal, So I stay tied to this unforgiving tether.

You know that I'm in need of a distraction. You can't help but let me down, And with each step, I'm losing traction, Still I'll refuse to let you drown, If you promise to stop me from crashing.

Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006

Clichés from a Hat

2006-05-12T11:58:00.000-07:00

This chain is only as strong as that which does not kill us, And I fear you are the missing link. I'm quick off the mark, but you're slow as molasses, And only time will tell you what to think.

You're on the fast track to nowhere, And I'm along for the ride. Off the beaten track record somewhere, But I'll be here when you decide.

There are plenty of bigger fish to fry in the sea, But my lips are signed, sealed, and delivered to you. For all the wrong reasons, you're barking up the right tree. Now you're red in the face, and still you feel blue.

Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006

Fortuitous Diversion

2006-05-12T11:55:00.000-07:00

You did all the rooking when I wasn't even looking, And now I'll take back what I lack to pick up your slack, But you're begging me not to do the pegging, we have another beginning, So I'll give you a brief review before I pursue another avenue.

I do all the dreaming while you do the scheming, And I feel you're temporarily my uneager contemporary, But I dread to waste, so I tread in haste to be misplaced, then replaced, With another you from a different view, still in your old shoes.

You unintentionally exact attraction on an accidental distraction, And I wonder how I got pulled as under from all the way under your thumb until I was numb, so I had to come undone to you to succumb,While a fleeting preview with a read through leads me to my last clue.

Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006

Stranger Danger

2006-05-12T11:52:00.000-07:00

Stranger danger, there's a bad man on the streets
He's stealing babies from the arms
of everyone he meets
There's a stranger danger and no one gets away
And the stranger doesn't give a damn about the price he'll pay

Somewhere in the darkness
A young mother cries out
And as the days are counted
Her heart fills with doubt

She sits down at the table
and her eyes melt into tears
As she recalls the way it used to be
Untill these last few years

How could someone be so cruel
to take her child away
And the search goes on and always will
Untill her dying day

What can happen to a man
to fill his heart with rage
Does it come from satan
Or from a story book page

Hey stranger, don't you know
that one day you must pay
for all the pain and sorrow
that mother lives with every day

Could it be the stranger never had
a mother of his own
So from our hearts he has to steal
the love he's never known

Stranger, when we're standing face to face
and my heart rules your fate
remember then that it was you
Who taught me how to hate

Stranger danger, theres a bad man on the streets
He's stealing babies from the arms
of everyone he meets
There's a stranger danger and no one gets away
And the stranger doesn't give a damn about the price he'll pay

By: William Vanderbilt (C) 1984

I Miss You

2006-05-12T11:49:00.000-07:00

There is an awful place deep inside my heart
A place that's so cold and still,
A place that is void and so empty without your love to fill,

To see your face to see your smile to feel your arms around me,
to feel your touch, to be loved so much
but now it will never be!

If only you knew how much you are missed
I never thought this day would come,
the day that I cannot say to you
"I love You so much Mum"

Created by : Juliana Bond

A TRIBUTE TO MOTHER'S

2006-05-12T11:44:00.000-07:00

Mothers are always there when you need them,
Whether you are young or old.
They seem to understand you better than anyone.
Also they always love you no matter what.

Mothers pick you up when you fall down,
Bandage your knee when you scrape it,
And wipe your tears when you are crying.

Even though misunderstandings come
When you don't fulfill all their expectations,
Somehow they still reach out to you when
You need a friend and except you
For who you are.

My prayer for all Moms is that
They have a Happy Mother's Day
Not only this year but all years
And all their dreams be fulfilled.

By: Carla Cash

Creation Sings

2006-05-05T23:07:00.000-07:00

Day is done
The sea is constant
And my soul rejoices,

As the amplitude
Of creation
Sings in loud voices.

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Deserted Chairs

2006-05-05T22:51:00.000-07:00

The silence of deserted chairs
Brings your presence to this beach...
As close to me as memory's reach.

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

A Mother's Touch

2006-05-05T08:33:00.000-07:00

A Mother's touch is gentle --
as a newborn, baby lamb;

A Mother's touch is loving --
she loves us unconditionally;

A Mother's touch is understanding --
she is there for all our cares & concerns;

A Mother's touch is transforming --
her faith in God can help her move mountains.

On Mother's Day. let's celebrate their wisdom & beauty,
lift up a prayer of thankfulness for our Mother's and
let a Mother's touch be felt by you today!

By: Elaine De Rosier (C) 2006

Life

2006-05-04T09:21:00.000-07:00

Life Do you ever wonder?
what life is really about
Birth, love, raising children,
then death, was there any doubt

Some in-betweens we have forgotten,
that make it all worthwhile
Like sharing precious moments,
with someone who can make you smile

We only comprehend what is before us,
never trying to look beyond
And always looking for that special person,
to complete the human bond

Like everything, we are made of molecules,
electrical beings we are
So maybe we should look within ourselves,
and not a shining star

Pain, frustration, and disappointments,
are part of life, and will always be there
But if one can say they love themself,
they will always have someone who cares

Nobody knows the answer to life,
it's a very good question at best
So maybe it should be thought of,
as thee Almighty's ultimate test

We all one time or another,
must conclude on which highway to take
And when we come to the crossroads,
it will be a decision we all have to make

So be happy with what life has already given you,
another road could have been a lot worse
And if you do not believe this to be true,
then seriously think about it after this verse.

By: Nick Sym (C) 2006
http://www.freewebs.com/nicksym

Broken Child

2006-05-02T11:58:00.000-07:00

I wake up to the heat of the early morning sun,
the bright light which hurts my eyes
It has yanked me from an idealistic dream,
I can now hear the young one's cries

Missing boards let in a smell cleansing breeze,
the stench of loneliness through the room
No food or fresh water to drink,
in the air is a pending doom

Dirty, cold mud and rock,
have washed my loved one's away
There is no corner to crawl in and hide my pain,
so in the stinking rubble I must stay

I clench the family bible,
tightly in my bloodied hand
Praying to the Lord,
and trying hard to understand

I am to young to have offended you,
yet you punish me,as if a test
I have done all you have asked of me,
I have tried my very best

Mother Mary please watch over me,
for now I must close my eye's
I no longer have the strength,
to listen to the constant cries.

By Nick Sym (C)2006
http://www.freewebs.com/nicksym

Why did Jesus Die

2006-05-02T11:51:00.000-07:00

Why did Jesus die for me,
Give His life on Calvary
Sinless Lamb upon the cross,
Bleeding,dying all was lost

What if God hadn't sent His Son
What would have my life become?
Now I live my life in Him

Free from strife and free from sin
Day by day I take His hand
Walking to the promise land

Soon I'll see my home above
And I'll know the Saviour's love

Carla J Cash Copyright 2006

Drawn

2006-05-02T11:45:00.000-07:00

Like Alice through the looking glass,

I staggered down this jagged path

Uncertainly I stumbled on

E’en though I knew not how or why

Though thorns would scrape the naked flesh

And limbs would bruise and batter me,

I still strode on not knowing what Would be my destiny.

I staggered down this jagged path,

How weary did the struggle grow!

So I lay down some time to rest,

When suddenly, awakened so,

I heard a call faint from afar

And felt a quick’ning in my heart

And stumbled straight into your arms

Where I was drawn.

Shannon Bolin (C)2006 All Rights Reserved

For You

2006-04-25T12:13:00.000-07:00

For You For you I've been there and back again
Faced that long and lonely road
For you I've faced uncertainty
Cause you are as good as gold
For you are the spark that lights my flame
You are my beginning and my end I'm here for you

For you I've searched over hill and dale
Knowing someday there you'd be
In you I've found my holy grail
I'm part of you you're part of me
For you are my guiding light my friend
You are my beginning and end I'm here for you

For you I see with brand new eyes
All the world is fresh and new
For you are lighting up my life
It all radiates from you
For you are my who, my what my when
Your are my beginning and my end I'm here for you

By: May East (c) May East

Not Over

2006-04-25T12:06:00.000-07:00

I couldn't keep off of my face how much you impressed,But maybe I should have digressed instead of getting it off of my chest.It seems like a good idea to testThe waters while you rest,So I can take it all in and just digestBefore you get a chance to protest.

I know it's a habit of yours to want to fight or flee,But I was hoping you might be open to staying here peaceably.Instead of dipping your hook into another sea,It seems to me that you'll agreeTo some degree if you'll just see,Before it's too late to make my plea.

I can't help but notice that you're out of focus,But I know I can show us if this doesn't choke us.Instead of getting over us,Let's get to know us,And not let this slow usBefore it must throw us.

You couldn't keep off of your face how much you were impressed,But you should have guessed that I was dressed to profess and progress.I should have confessed the restInstead of feeling under-dressed,So I request that we not recess Before our hearts are dispossessed.

Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006
http://www.poetry.unicursaldesigns.com/

Life's Ups and Downs

2006-04-25T07:27:00.000-07:00

Why does life have ups and downs?
First I go up and then round and round
Holding to what seems my integrity
Then someone tries to test my honesty

Sometimes life seems like a roller coaster
Emotions ruling what is my future
As soon as it settles it starts again
Sometimes I don't know when it will end

Someday I hope to find happiness
Though the world seems like a total mess
Faith in the one that controls my destiny
Helps get me get through my life with victory

Carla J Cash Copyright ©2005

Derision

2006-04-25T07:13:00.000-07:00

Never one for normalities,
Though the solitude is at times deafening,
So please omit the formalities
Because your aptitude is fairly lacking.

I wish you'd choose one of your personalities
Because I only know where I stand when I'm not.
Brain anomalies release sweet brutalities
That keep catching me where I've never been caught.

I think I know what remedies
Such short and binding latitudes,
But we live in parallel realities,
And I'm shackled by your incessant platitudes.

Consumed by your own false actualities,
Because your ego is perceptually blinding.
If not for your multiple mentalities,
I might have to stop never-minding.

Resonance of bitter sentimentalities,
While at my misleading amplitude you scoff.
Unwittingly engaged in my manifold hospitalities,
But I can see your fortitude is really paying off.

Copyright ©2006 Danielle Dandridge

A Sign

2006-04-22T09:54:00.000-07:00

As I sit reading in my backyard;
On this hot, sunny, westcoast day;
I have a lot of thoughts;
Floating around in my head --
I'm searching for answers --
To some perplexing situations;
When out of the corner of my eye --
I spot this very, tiny little bird --
It was flitting from branch to branch;
In my favorite, cherry tree --
Only stopping a brief moment on each.

I realized it was a hummingbird --
These little birds are one
Of God's amazing creations --
There are none other like them --
I am awed --
By their gracefulness & beauty --
The native people see them as sacred birds
As they seek out the nectar from flowers
They also provide clarification
To the heart of our problems.

I see this tiny, little creature
As a sign from God --
I will go into a quiet place;
And get very still --
And wait patiently for God's response --
Thank you so much "little bird"
You truly made this a special day!

By: Elaine De Rosier (c)

Life's Lessons

2006-04-22T09:52:00.000-07:00

That was then but this is now --
To live -- to love -- to laugh!
We are only promised today --
So enjoy it for all its wonder & magic --
Be grateful for today's blessings
For they hold tomorrow's dreams!

By: Elaine De Rosier (c)

Today

2006-04-22T09:46:00.000-07:00

If you could count up all the nebula Number all the stars Order all the grains of sand On beaches near and far Weigh the droplets in the sea You'd come full circle back to me cause I'm Yours

until infinity

If you could figure out the constant That circles every pi Measure the sequoias That reach out for the sky Valentine then you would see You've come full circle back to me cause I'm

Yours until infinity

If you could count those angels dancing Their hearts out on a pin Imagine we're romancing Instead of pondering Valentine I think
you see

You've come full circle back to me cause I'm

Yours until infinity

By: May East (c)

My Mothers Soul

2006-04-22T09:27:00.000-07:00

Jesus took my mothers hand
and led her to another land
and left me here all on my own
to walk the path of life alone!
I was so lost with an empty heart
My Mother and Me so far apart
I held my hands up to the skies,
I prayed that God would hear my cries,
As I opened my arms up to embrace
I felt the 'surge' of our dear Lords Grace
as he placed in my heart, my Mother's Soul
now we're together again
and I feel whole.

Juliana Bond Copyright ©2006 Juliana Bond

Eclipse

2006-04-20T10:22:00.000-07:00

The sky's ajar

I feel its gloomy stare

Unthinkable, inevitable, it creeps.
Forevermore

I'm haunted by this door

Deep down my spine its eerie coldness sweeps.
Sun of the tears It casts a pall of fears

When it arises, my mind falls back and sleeps.
Eclipse

Easter's Quickening

2006-04-14T21:05:00.000-07:00

EASTER'S QUICKENING

Resurrection morning from darkened tomb
Renewed hope replaces gloom,

Heavy laden linen entwined with death,
Spice, and sacrifice...

There is deep mystery working here and
In my heart His breath is near,

Where cold and lonely darkness stood came a
Spark ignited by His blood...

As finite limits expand outer limits
Of all mankind.

Just as at the tomb that day, a heavy
Stone's been rolled away...

And in this act of quickening, a Spirit whisper
Fills my being.

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Karma-Laden Spirit

2006-03-31T09:22:00.000-08:00

My heavy, karma-laden spirit,
Restless with desolation,
Plummeting deeper & deeper into a chasm
Of sorrow until I drift haplessly
Into my own hopeless end.

My eyes, numb & paralyzed
By the sea of tears
That spill out uncontrollably
From them, with no regard
For their helpless anchor.

My hands, raw & lacerated
From clinging to life
By a single insignificant thread;
They begin stinging & slipping
With every further descent into eternity.

Each memory begins to disappear
As if it had ceased to exist at all,
And I crawl inside myself;
A destitute pieceOf an ever-fading puzzle.

And I Cry

2006-03-30T10:25:00.000-08:00

You will paint your pretty face
And put your best dress on
Then you'll head out the door
You don't know how long you'll be gone

You say you've got a friend in need
And you just couldn't say no
And though it hurts me deep inside
I know that I must let you go

The hours pass as I sit alone
And I wonder how long the pain will last
I wonder about the days to come
Will they hurt as much as in the past

Another day has passed us by
And I can't help it if I cry
Another day, another night
More bad dreams and another lie and I cry

Finally you come back home
Your pretty face is sad
But you can't look me in the eyes
When we talk about the night you had

Anothr day has passed us by
and I can't help it if I cry
Another day,another night
More bad dreams and another lie and I cry

By: William Vanderbilt (c) 2006

Star Child

2006-03-30T10:19:00.000-08:00

STAR CHILD

A small star child fell to earth
With searing firebrand of birth,
Offered Holy innocence...
Giving souls a recompense,

Cloaked in flesh...divine the choosing,
Redemption...the God-Child's bruising,
Earthbound for all humanity
In time and space to set men free,

Though small the star, His ember grew...
Even when darkness overthrew.
Formidable...iconoclast...
Expiation for sin at last,

Star child burning into night,
Fills our hearts with heaven's light.

by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Stop Hurting Us

2006-03-30T10:10:00.000-08:00

Stop hurting us,
the ones that love you.
Do you enjoy seeing the pain we suffer?
Is this a game that must be played?

Stop hurting us,
the ones that have been there for you.
Do you love seeing us cry and beg?
Is that a thrill ride you love to ride?

Stop hurting us,
the ones that are suffering.
Do you like seeing us hate ourselves?
No self esteem and no more dreams.

Stop hurting us,
we have nothing left for you to take.
You have killed us all, or have you?
No not us .. we are out of here!

By: Ally Brenneman (c) 2006

Weep

2006-03-30T08:44:00.000-08:00

Lashes sweep down Over moist,
stinging eyes Into a long,
sustaining blink.

A shower of crystal tears
Assault my trembling cheeks,
Wearing intricate, saline paths into my skin.

I draw a deep breath
Of thick,hazy air in,
And choke on its density.

Wounded, I sit rocking
In a feeble attempt
To find some sense of solace.

Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2004

Mother

2006-03-29T09:59:00.000-08:00

Within your womb I am surrounded,
by a love that will always be there
And the next nine months
I will be part of you,
everything we will share

The soft and tender caresses,
I can feel through your ever soft skin
With your patience and understanding,
it will be your heart I need to win

I will be your little miracle,
and this poem is just for you
Never thought I would be thinking this,
after all we are going through

I know I will be a happy child,
and thank God every single day
I thank him for being blessed,
in every single way

You know I will be an easy baby,
as you will hold me for a while
Every day will pass with giggles,
and you will love my little smile

I know you both have waited,
over the long and painful years
And maybe thought it would never happen,
and kept on hoping through the tears

I wish you both lifelong happiness,
and perfect parental bliss and I hope to grow up like you and Father,
I could not hope for more than this.

By: Nick Sym (c)

Winter's Seed

2006-03-27T20:26:00.000-08:00

Winter wonderland
Of snow, ice and solitude

Of blue and white to set the mood,

This barren debt, a mystery rest
And winter’s seed…no stranger thing

A price twice paid, to live again.

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Heaven's Portal

2006-03-27T20:23:00.000-08:00

HEAVEN'S PORTAL

Transformed...transferred...
Transported through the door,
The portal of heaven opens
Through suffering...

Of sin's foreboding...
A darkened earth, a crossbeam
And a man...how odd
It must have been

To be suspended there, between
Earth's bondage and heaven's light,
Between demons raging and
Ethereal bliss of "it is finished."

Some say his death was wasted
Though the grief, I never tasted.
Through suffering, pain, and death
Ultimate forgiveness extends itself.

By Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Run On

2006-03-23T07:14:00.000-08:00

Follow me to a land
where destiny takes a back seat,
and what's said is done,
but what's done is rarely said,
and gossip is as non-existent,
as the times the fractures of ourselves
knocked us flat against the stone;

a lovely thing really when you think about
the concrete memories that have less to say
than the tears ripped from our shaking hands
that we held so close to our underbellies
while listening to the cackle of our selfish morals,
because values are less valuable today
than they've ever been before,

and only the truly deaf can hear
the ridicule of the master swan
in the hands of heavily sedated morons
who suck the power from the children,
and run battering rams into the adults,
who follow in shameless pursuit,
like intellectually emaciated shells of their former selves,

from ash to ash,
dust to dust,
dusk to dusk,
night after night,
and day after day,
as the repercussions
furiously burn holes in our foolish pride.

By Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2005

Entranced

2006-03-23T07:10:00.000-08:00

Breath escapes my lips,
Like butterfly kisses on the breeze.
Smoothly slipping off my tongue,
Your name is like poetry.

I gaze into your windows,
Enchanted by your soul,
Lost deeply in your eyes,
Ever-yearning to know what you know.

I see you in ways
No one else can.
I speak to you in terms
No one else understands.

I hear you like a song
That no one else knows.
I feel you like a zephyr,
That touches only me as it blows.

By: Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006

Jack of Hearts

2006-03-23T07:05:00.000-08:00

JACK OF HEARTS

Concrete pillars undergird all the words I've ever heard,
Infrastructure's building blocks, stacked one by one
As cradle rocks...

With gentle wooing of the tongue or wayward words
Obliquely strung, obeisant homage...jack of hearts
Destroys or builds kingdoms not yet formed,
Construct of would be kings and queens, while

Fear sits glassy eyed...beckons travelers to come
Inside its den of death, gloom and destruction,
Pessimism crafters leave their mark, hit their target
With cruise accuracy, spewing red hot word rocks...

In an age of innocence...yes, it's the age of innocence.

By: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Spring

2006-03-23T07:00:00.000-08:00

Spring -- A time for new beginnings;
Let us greet each new day with a joyful spirit;
Take time to marvel at the magic and wonder of it all;
When the snowdrops raise their sleeply heads;
And the purple crocus stand tall for all to see;
And the red breasted robin sings his melodius song;
You know that Spring has arrived!

I feel alive -- renewed --
With a new vigor and zest for living;
After the cold, dark months of winter past;
I want to reach out my arms to the sky;
And embrace the warmth of the sun;
Fill my body with its healing rays;
And greet Spring --
With the small, simple wonder of a child!

By: Elaine De Rosier (c)

What If

2006-03-23T06:49:00.000-08:00

All your life you have been a good Christian,
saying your prayers before bed
Then one day the inevitable happens,
and you find for some reason, you’re dead

All those Sundays on your knees in church,
when you would rather have gone to the beach
Expectations of the great reward,
are now within your reach

On your way you see St. Peter,
he gives you a friendly wave
The excitement of knowing what is beyond,
The eternal rest you crave

As you approach the gates of Heaven,
in a deafening voice you yell, “Bull”
for there is a sign that reads very clearly,
Sorry Closed – Heaven is now Full.

By: Nick Sym (c)

Cerebral Penetration

2006-03-22T18:52:00.000-08:00

Singe me, Searing, Seething Sadist.
Fray me from the ends in,
To the center
Where everything makes sense.

Tear at me, Tumultuous, Tyrannical Teeth.
Sink into me inside out,
Upside down, and sideways
When I won't go down easily.

Reconstruct me, Rebellious Revolutionary.
Put me back together
To please your insatiable inclinations,
So I require your relentless thought.

Quench me, Quizzical Pulse Quickener.
Pour over me with your fluid intent
Until I am utterly immersed in your entirety,
And I can feel nothing but you inside.

Favor me, Fascinating, Fixated Friend.
Indulge me from core to fringe,
While I'm melting into you
Penetrating me.

Danielle Dandridge Copyright ©2006

Our Blue Marble

2006-03-22T07:53:00.000-08:00

I look up into the sky,
and wonder what is in store
For in this the grand Universe,
there must be a whole lot more

Was it God's intention?
for us to be alone
On this bluish marble,
in the heavens, we call our home

There must be brothers and sisters,
out there, trying to say hello
For all that we have done as people,
what do we have to show

It is the cries of the starving children,
that we seem to ignore
No, it is not our problem,
so in our hearts,
we conveniently close the door

Maybe it is the beggars and the homeless,
the one's we turn our heads from each day
Could it be the aged and the handicapped?
our wishes for them to go away

It is time for us to pay,
for our mistakes
To rectify the situation,
no matter what it takes

Get rid of the poisons from the air,
and let the babies breath
Shed the blackness from our souls,
and once again start to believe

Clean the lakes and oceans,
from the smell of death
Give our mammal cousins,
a long awaited breathe

This is our planet,
the big blue marble we call our home
But do not be mistaken,
for we are not alone.

By: Nick Sym (c)

Children

2006-03-22T07:03:00.000-08:00

I shed a tear for our young ones,
but nobody seems to cry with me
They are left with what we leave behind,
so what is the world to be

This planet has stripped them of their innocence,
they all seem to grow so fast
Wanting to be more mature,
instead of trying to make their childhood last

It can be seen on every corner,
everyday on every street
Why cannot this be changed?
is there a reason we accept defeat

All our little ones need attention,
this as parents we all must learn
For it is a God given gift they all deserve,
not one they should have to earn.

By: Nick Sym (c)

Solitude

2006-03-19T20:57:00.000-08:00

Solitude

Somber
Sea of grayness
Covers coastal beaches...
In solitude
I walk through mist,
Renewed.

by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)

Portrait in Black

2006-03-16T19:27:00.000-08:00

"Portrait in Black"

Fading, transient reflection,
Darkness flooding tempestuous eyes,
Cracked glass transmutation,
Frozen shards of gray and ice.
Disconsolate, screaming aura,
Blackening corporeal form,
Spirits fall to benighted aurora,
And a deepening absence of warmth.
Icicles fly through the sky like arrows,
Brutally falling to broken ground,
Piercing through Mother's marrow,
Bursting veins of Earthly blood.
Flooding, scathing mirror,
Painted all in black,
A portrait of myself,
And everything I lack.

Copyright ©2006 Danielle Dandridge

Gifts of the Sea

2006-03-14T20:15:00.000-08:00

Gifts of The Sea

The sea unfurled its fingers
laying treasures on the shore,
Sometimes gently placing them...
random tossing many more,

Some broken...pulverized, but
now and then I find a prize.
Sea jewels, how commonplace yet
rare, displaced within my reach.

by: Cheryl Ellen Baxter (c)