A dragonfly and I eye to eye
He has his ways he flies
I have my own ways to rise
Both have our highs’
Knowing have to reach the skies
All are here to live then dies
No need for sighs nor cries
Just part of life realize
But, one thing we learn eye to eye ties
When you change the way you look at things never despise
For the things you lool at change being wise
➡
Off to the sea I’m going! The sea gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, where the sun is falling.
The Whales sing, do you hear them calling?
To the dead sailors who’ve gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the land that bore me;
For my days are ending and my years are failing.
I will take to the salt waters one last sailing.
Long are the waves on the sea’s swiftly falling,
Heard in the seashell its voice it is calling.
Endless sea’s and foul weather, I long to roam,
Where the leaves fall not, just sea and foam !
There are souls like I, none can understand,
Like clouds, we just cannot touch the land
I startled a startled a parrot
while moving his bowels
I brought him a carrot
for learning his vowels
ever kiss a parrot I query?
well that’s quite all right deary
I know you’ve kissed a cockatoo
now don’t blush, I’ve heard about you!
In the night I hear the wolf’s howl.
My voice feels like doing the same thing.
I am connected through my soul.
I feel the strength of the wolf as we grow.
My eyes cry out for these mystical beings .
I become in Goth with there spirit.
Ill fight for what is needed .
A hero wanting to be seeded .
I thrive to grow away from this self prison .
To run wild.
To run whoosh like a captivated wolf.
To be set free.
I feel my soul connected to the wild nature things.
What better than to be a wolf that howls and sings.
My ancestors believed in spirits of the creatures .
The strength and wisdom they would bring .
I am no different from thee.
The wolf I believe lives inside of me.
It helps me to be the woman I was meant to be.
Their spirits bring me a playful peace .
They help dealing with abused woman for me.
The wolf a code of my strength .
Ill jump high to the messenger hawk.
I’ll run beyond the everyday strife.
I’ll began to feel and see the life.
The wolf my heart , the hawk my messenger .
Both providing a must need vision .
I am a strong woman even in the dark .
My writes a passage way to the truth of a soul.
But this is the first time I wrote the strength behind the know.
Wolfs have always been the spirits that help me grow.
Today I was working in the yard, and I didn’t see the Carpenter Bee.
However, she saw me, and decided to pull a prank.
She dive bombed me, and gently brushed the hair on top of my head.
(Yeah, I still have some)
Then she took off about her business
My awesome Friend (DEE LIVE IN THIS MOMENT WANTED ME TO POST THIS HERE)
well I asked her also this is FREAKEN awesome guy’s man check the cat out dude’s
SORRY I GOT BACK WITH THIS SO LATE . . . . BIG HUGS TO ALL. SUCH WONDERFUL PIECES POSTED . . . .
NATURE’S FOREST MAGIC
Dawn meets Day
in the rising of the sun,
and I return once again
to the mountain woods I love,
transformed as they are,
an entire year gone by,
from winter’s chill
and fallen leaves
through spring’s new growth
so lush and green,
life renewed once more.
Through summer sun
streaming through the trees,
I return to witness,
as I do each year,
the magic of the forest here.
I come back again
to Nature’s magical scene,
the dewdrops glistening
through the morning pines,
intoxicating fragrances
of peace and serenitY
that stir my soul;
the sweet rhythms
of the waterfalls
cascading from above;
the bluejays calling out
from the trees on the ridge.
I come back again
to the magic I find
in the songs of nature
among the trees,
my heart freely dancing
to the music I hear
and to the rhythms
of the branches
as they rustle
in the early morning breeze.
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Hello JT & Mary!!! I so hope you have a wonderful MM *smiling*
I’m pulling some tricks outta my bag! I have some that go well and well others that are just darned cute!
Not
Able
To choose
Unbelievable
Religion
Evolution
I loved that pic of the fish on the bike! But, as my poem suggests, in a good way LOL
A dragonfly and I eye to eye
He has his ways he flies
I have my own ways to rise
Both have our highs’
Knowing have to reach the skies
All are here to live then dies
No need for sighs nor cries
Just part of life realize
But, one thing we learn eye to eye ties
When you change the way you look at things never despise
For the things you lool at change being wise
➡
Off to the sea I’m going! The sea gulls are crying,
The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.
West, west away, where the sun is falling.
The Whales sing, do you hear them calling?
To the dead sailors who’ve gone before me?
I will leave, I will leave the land that bore me;
For my days are ending and my years are failing.
I will take to the salt waters one last sailing.
Long are the waves on the sea’s swiftly falling,
Heard in the seashell its voice it is calling.
Endless sea’s and foul weather, I long to roam,
Where the leaves fall not, just sea and foam !
There are souls like I, none can understand,
Like clouds, we just cannot touch the land
I startled a startled a parrot
while moving his bowels
I brought him a carrot
for learning his vowels
ever kiss a parrot I query?
well that’s quite all right deary
I know you’ve kissed a cockatoo
now don’t blush, I’ve heard about you!
There once was a bird without feathers
He froze his ass off in cold weather
Someone knitted for him a sweater
Now the bird feels so much better
Rebel
Great blog…hearting for now…will try to get back tomorrow…too wiped tonight to do anything! :love:
Of course I love this theme. Gorgeous blog and challenge and pieces posted. Happy Monday to All. Big Hugs. ~barb~
In the night I hear the wolf’s howl.
My voice feels like doing the same thing.
I am connected through my soul.
I feel the strength of the wolf as we grow.
My eyes cry out for these mystical beings .
I become in Goth with there spirit.
Ill fight for what is needed .
A hero wanting to be seeded .
I thrive to grow away from this self prison .
To run wild.
To run whoosh like a captivated wolf.
To be set free.
I feel my soul connected to the wild nature things.
What better than to be a wolf that howls and sings.
My ancestors believed in spirits of the creatures .
The strength and wisdom they would bring .
I am no different from thee.
The wolf I believe lives inside of me.
It helps me to be the woman I was meant to be.
Their spirits bring me a playful peace .
They help dealing with abused woman for me.
The wolf a code of my strength .
Ill jump high to the messenger hawk.
I’ll run beyond the everyday strife.
I’ll began to feel and see the life.
The wolf my heart , the hawk my messenger .
Both providing a must need vision .
I am a strong woman even in the dark .
My writes a passage way to the truth of a soul.
But this is the first time I wrote the strength behind the know.
Wolfs have always been the spirits that help me grow.
Mary This is GREAT! Thanks for sharing 😆
Today I was working in the yard, and I didn’t see the Carpenter Bee.
However, she saw me, and decided to pull a prank.
She dive bombed me, and gently brushed the hair on top of my head.
(Yeah, I still have some)
Then she took off about her business
It was her way of touching base, I guess…
My friend Denise1 she is just wonderful you all will have to checker out
a huge inspiration and a love and a joy she wanted me to send this
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My awesome Friend (DEE LIVE IN THIS MOMENT WANTED ME TO POST THIS HERE)
well I asked her also this is FREAKEN awesome guy’s man check the cat out dude’s
gotts to give Dee major kiss on thissen
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such a beautiful theme and such touching writes and music :love: :love: I tire easy these
SORRY I GOT BACK WITH THIS SO LATE . . . . BIG HUGS TO ALL. SUCH WONDERFUL PIECES POSTED . . . .
NATURE’S FOREST MAGIC
Dawn meets Day
in the rising of the sun,
and I return once again
to the mountain woods I love,
transformed as they are,
an entire year gone by,
from winter’s chill
and fallen leaves
through spring’s new growth
so lush and green,
life renewed once more.
Through summer sun
streaming through the trees,
I return to witness,
as I do each year,
the magic of the forest here.
I come back again
to Nature’s magical scene,
the dewdrops glistening
through the morning pines,
intoxicating fragrances
of peace and serenitY
that stir my soul;
the sweet rhythms
of the waterfalls
cascading from above;
the bluejays calling out
from the trees on the ridge.
I come back again
to the magic I find
in the songs of nature
among the trees,
my heart freely dancing
to the music I hear
and to the rhythms
of the branches
as they rustle
in the early morning breeze.
(c) barbara kausteklis 10-17-11