Magic Monday~Magic Of Angels Walking With Us
Welcome To Magic Monday
Where We
Bring Out The Magic In Poetry
Tonight We bring out the
Magic as Angels walk with us
Magical feel as one beside you
Those in past as love within
Even friends walk with us in many ways
Friends within our heart to stay
As angels they walk with us everyday
Having fun and being creative in a magical way
Share with us the magic you feel
May be one special angel
or
many with you as within heart say
Know they guide you, lift you
Especially when beside self
or
When happiness a miracle was made
Let’s all Write Magic into Poetry!
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Good Evening 🙂 Know all feel angels walking with them Looking forward to tonight`s touching poetry :love: :love: :love: :love:
We’re blessed by so many angels walk and who have walked among us and crossed our paths and who have touched us in so many ways. Such a beautiful theme and blog. :love: :love: :love:
I could write a chapter or book on Angels Walking With Us, Me
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But, I wrote it short without deep heartfelt details of those with wings know within heart
Angels Walk With Us
Know they do everyday , too’
I have those friend within I feel true
Those that give me strength, love in many ways
Ones that walk here today
Then, I have those from above
That have wings they know things
They know everything without me saying a word
Giving me strength within to keep on going in this world
When feeling as I want to cover my head they uncover for me
Uncover as they whispers and guide me through it all
Telling me to keep my head and chin up never give up
Believe in myself , believe in all.. stay positive , love and see love
Sharing own wings they give me lifting me , inspiring thee
Feeling ones love as warmth within love brings.. Angel hugs
ANGELS BE
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We all got angels know
Every where we go
Good are bad
They be
We may not see them
But they are there in the mist sum where know
You kin so feel their present near
Wherethe be a touch
Are a sigh
Maybe
Even just a warnin know
Angels walk with us this is true
They walk beside us
Sit
Even pray
Yet they never say a word
Friend are our quite angels at play
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Written By: Bettie Davis ——————- © November 25 , 2o12
Everyday Angels
Angels are among us.
It is indisputable.
In countless little ways we see,
the evidence is irrefutable.
Angels help bring light to us
on our birthing day,
and we walk among them
throughout life’s winding way.
Angels in our family and friends,
the postman on the street,
good intentions and helpfulness
from nearly all we meet.
Angel wings to soar above
a life that is uncaring,
there are those who need our love –
angels taught us sharing.
(c) Tony Hansen
11-26-12
MERCENARY OF LIGHT
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Celestial they just might be
Not really meant for us to see
No halo’s or harps in hand
Our hardships they understand
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Angels walk among us
Might be a stranger on the bus
Be kind to one another, I plead
Could be the sob that you need
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At birth we’re assigned a fleet
Ethereal beings complete
Free will divides us from the rest
Life lessons to learn from at best
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Not all have a beautiful face
Lines of hardship, commonplace
Experience of darker days
Yet glide in light so many ways
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What is a light mercenary?
Something we should all query
Could be anyone on the street
Always be kind to those you meet
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These beings of light don’t involve
But, if it’s not our time, they resolve
In God’s glory they certainly bask
Yet at our rescue if we ask
~
DORI WHEELER 2012
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
I need a sign to let me know you’re here
All of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere
I need to know that things are gonna look up
‘Cause I feel us drowning in a sea spilled from a cup
When there is no place safe and no safe place to put my head
When you feel the world shake from the words that are said
[Chorus:]
And I’m calling all angels
I’m calling all you angels
I won’t give up if you don’t give up [Repeat x4]
I need a sign to let me know you’re here
‘Cause my TV set just keeps it all from being clear
I want a reason for the way things have to be
I need a hand to help build up some kind of hope inside of me
[Chorus]
When children have to play inside so they don’t disappear
While private eyes solve marriage lies cause we don’t talk for years
And football teams are kissing Queens
and losing sight of having dreams
In a world that what we want is only what we want until it’s ours
Heart hugs Diane, Angel, Bettie , Flossie, and everyone! Just stopping by to enjoy this beautiful post and topic, shake the cob webs out of the attic, so to speak.
Angels are pure love and come in many forms, as you know. Winged and wingless, two legged… and if you dare to believe, even four pawed. They are found deep in the trenches of sorrow, upon the heights of ecstasy… and everywhere in between. Angels walk in gardens and valleys…hike up mountains, and even whisper through the trees. In silence, they linger through quiet inspiration and in heartfelt dreams. Anywhere there is Spirit, willing… and in need. Angels are within the eyes of the downtrodden, the infirm and dying. Ever present their elderly wisdom, a gift amongst family and friends. Angels are the breath of a sigh, a lovers touch, or the knowing smile of a stranger. Even a kitten’s purr, and a puppy dog’s sad eyes. And when you least expect it, they are found within each and every one of us…whenever we do good deeds. You see, Angels aren’t exclusive to the rich and the famous, nor bound by color or creed. Yes, God really DID know just what he was doing when he designed us. The truth is that Angels can’t be bought or sold, intimidated or cloned…yet they’re always on call in our time of need, whatever it may be. Just take a good look around you, and you’ll believe. Yes, Angels walk among us all the time, indeed.
MOST PRECIOUS TO ME
They sing the sweetest songs,
their harmonies,
their tones,
the everyday angels
who cross my path
at just the right time,
in just the right place,
lift my spirits
when I’m down,
making me smile
instead of frown.
They wear no shiny halos,
at least none that I can see,
no feathered wings to soar
above the clouds
or even above me.
They pluck no strings
on golden harps;
they don’t stand out
in a crowd;
but the angels who walk
right here in my midst
are the ones who are
the most precious to me.
(c) barbara kausteklis 11-26-12
Just a reminder that “Pick-Apart” Poetry will be opening right here tomorrow evening at 8 p.m. Eastern Time/5 p.m. Pacific Time. We will be celebrating the approach of winter by sharing our words. Cherie and I hope everyone will join us. Always such fun each month. :love: :love: :love:
TO HARK OR NOT TO HARK?
A rewrite of lyrics to “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!”
Hark! Old Harold Angell sings!
Notes off key make all ears sting!
How in shower finely tiled
can good music be so defiled?
Angry all ye neighbors rise
as music scale old Hal defies.
With angelic host proclaim:
“He makes fire alarm sound tame!”
Hark! Old Harold Angell sings!
Ears of even deaf folks sting!
Copyright November 26th 2012 RGD