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Saturday, November 1, 2008

Autumn

One of my favorite seasons
for when you look at the leaves
swirling around
falling to the ground
a million it seems
and yet
the tree is yet ready
for a new day
to spread its beauty again
a million times more

Mirror Mirror

Mirror Mirror
on the wall
Im a grandmother
after all!

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Grandfathers Gift :Laura 3/20/03

Heart enthroned
with twigs
Protection ever be
If one should ere forget
him to help her see
This blessing
passed on
given to her
from me
The silent voice.
Wisdom
learned through ages
Only passed
where safe to go
I shall watch her
ever ... still
forever may she know
she is the queen!

The Queen :Laura Mansfield 05

my draft
of
heartache



There she is;
whose heart did rust.
She laid it out;
did him entrust.
Who brought her water, even when
its oil she sought, to quench this flame.
~
It seems of naught, she thought and thought;
to try explain; erase such pain;
Who had worried much, which way was right
but, knowing now, the pain, its name;
~
For the rusting heart, should only ache more
given water to cure its pains;
She waits atop the mighty hills;which call out;
hear the echoing name?
~
It calls out from the heights of time;
it cries for help... can you hear it?
Oh this queen from distant lands-
she hopeth for him that cometh from the same!
~
Alas, my love, you speaketh my name;
I pledge to you my heart, though caged...
see it now - put to the test
For now - at best - when looking in
you see it rusted, and wasted; not as beautiful as
~
I whisper, yes
I do confess
to have loved another.
Yet he brought me water,
out of rough terrain; through hills of ice.
~
I now must give
this sacrifice.
~
But its just a heart, its not all that I have
what you search for...
is beautiful still...
For I have not exposed it; to the winds
called time or change
~
I have waited
my king... for you
who knoweth treasure
what I bring...
~
who bringeth water
but not to her heart
doth require instead
her spirit.
~
which dieth quite the harsher
longer death.
~
For in it
no trace or sign of night
not rest; nor element
enough to scathe.
~
The water and the air...
would perhaps be welcome there.
What killeth my heart,
it is true...
as I surrendered...
almost.
~
they have not gotten past
through the rusting
caged gate
they might have learned
the beauty that waits...
~
her spirit wandereth
ever still
amongst the rolling ireland hills
searching for the end
such fate;
~
still alive
deep within
barely breathing
as he is looking in
the heart is hardened
but still it beats
~
he looks at her...
the treasure .... keep
...
she sees it there...
seems far away
this journey so far
for this first day.

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Untitled by: Mother Theresa

People are often unreasonable; illogical; and self centered;
Forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives;
Be kind anyway.
If you are successful you will win some false friends; and some true enemies;
succeed anyway.
If you are honest and frank, people may cheat you;
Be honest and frank anyway.
What you spend years building; someone could destroy overnight;
Build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, there may be jealousy;
Be happy anyway.
The good you do today; people will often forget tomorrow;
Do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have; and it may never be enough;
Give the world the best youve got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis;
It is between you and God;
It was never between you and them anyway!

Monday, January 7, 2008

I believe.

I firmly believe that if you live by the rule of love,
everything works out for the best.
Sometimes it is hard to see what will happen. This is
when you have to believe. Love to me is existence. Without
it you have not lived.

Sunday, January 6, 2008

disconnected

I guess I do not understand
...
why
in a world of lonliness
it is so hard
to connect...
1/6/07