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Musical Waters

Water, Poetry, Dancing Waters, National Poetry Month

Musical Waters
(excerpt from the poem “Musical Waters” in the book Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry, 2013)

where the wind’s velocity determines whether the water sings falsetto,
soprano, alto, tenor or base
an aquatic musical composition
bursting with a poetic rhapsody
never the same sheet of music
as the smooth breeze
caresses the water like a tinkling chime
envisioning a ballerina performing her pirouette à la seconde

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the sun sparkling on the water
like a spotlight hitting a sequined dress on the dance floor
the essence of a vision fair
where water is kissed with a seductive touch
dancing with the swirling cool air.

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth

 
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Posted by on April 18, 2017 in Nature, Poetry

 

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Fright Night

Poetry, Dreams, Running, From Behind the Pen

Fright Night

I tossed and turned all night

panic-stricken dreams

drenched in night sweats

I’m running, from who or what

I don’t know, I’m just running

trying to dodge the chase

from an unknown entity

I know not what it is

 

I haven’t done anything wrong, or have I?

I try screaming, but I am mute

I look around for help but there is none

so I run

dashing across a street

not paying attention to oncoming traffic

for there is none and so I run

anxiousness overwhelms me as I leap

into a cemetery where the ground is barren

the graves all edged in river rock lay

I see the back of a women’s head

she sits by a headstone, but whose I don’t know

I’m afraid

if I wasn’t then I wouldn’t be running

 

I am still being chased

yet determined to escape,

if I am caught then what?

I don’t know. I fight?

There are others standing around,

they aren’t running, they just stand

but why, I haven’t the time to wonder

still I run, for my life depends on it

I won’t be caught

I can’t be taken, the chaser gaining on me

 

when suddenly I am whisked to reality

I open my eyes lying on my back

the room is dark

but I know my way around

I make a mad dash to the bathroom

so that’s why I had to run?

Happy #NationalPoetryMonth

 
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Posted by on April 17, 2017 in Poetry

 

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Poetry for the Day: Soho – A Limerick

poetry, cat, window, Limerick
There was a finicky cat named Soho
part Siamese, Tabby and Calico
a windowsill was her seat
falling, landing on her feet
leaping beyond places dogs dare not go!

(This poem is from the book Wings of the Wind: A Cornucopia of Poetry)

Soho is a limerick, and believed to have Irish roots. It is a five-line poem in anapestic or amphibrachic meter with a strict rhyme scheme. Limericks intend to be humorous or sometimes obscene with a witty content!

 
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Posted by on February 27, 2017 in Poetry

 

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Poetry for the Day: Riding the Storm

riding the storm, eagles fly, encouragement

Riding the Storm

In the midst of the storm, hold on and wait
strong, gusty winds are reduced to a gentle breeze
heavy downpours of rain are reduced to light showers
chaos and confusion is reduced to peace
anxiety and sadness is changed to joy
fear and doubt is changed to faith
bitterness and hatred is turned into love.

Abide in Him and He in you
invite Him to stir up your gift
as you look to the end of the storm
and see the clear, golden sky
ask what you will in His name
it shall be done.

Mount up with wings as an eagle
soar to heights never before seen
gather the long awaited harvest
that survived the deadliest of storms
your fruit shall feed many
your light will inspire and lead.

– Kym Gordon Moore
(From the book, Diversities of Gifts: Same Spirit)

 
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Posted by on February 6, 2017 in Empowerment, Poetry

 

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Dance with the Poetry of Emotion

poetry, dancing, from behind the pen

I am thinking!

I am feeling!

I am dancing!

I am poetry!

 

 
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Posted by on August 4, 2016 in Culture/Language, Poetry

 

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Until it Happens

poetry, from behind the pen

 
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Posted by on July 11, 2016 in Poetry

 

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It’s In The Valleys I Grow

Are you feeling a little discouraged today? Do you feel like things are just falling apart all around you? Or do you feel like you are smack dab in the middle of a Level 7 tornado and can’t find your way out? Is your money playing that “now you see me, now you don’t” game? Are there people in your life who have a negative or resentful spirit, are non-supportive or those who have disappointed you in one way or another? Are family members or friends acting irrationally and probably borderline psychotic? Are the bills stacking up and you feel like your life is in utter chaos?

Well, let us say this to you: “Be encouraged today, no matter what’s going on.” Step outside of that circle of chaos! Yes, we know that this is easier said than done. No, we do not know what type of circumstances you may be facing at this moment, but rest assure you honestly can’t worry about it. Everyone is going through one adversity or another right now as you are reading this. There is no easy solution or magical formula to overcoming your challenges, but there is one thing that works and it is the gift of prayer. But the key to prayer, is not just engaging in it when you are in dire straits. Do it through the good times and do it with a grateful heart. Worrying will only make you more stressed out and sick. When that happens, then you are faced with another problem…medical bills!

So as we take one day at a time, let’s do it with gratitude, no matter what. This poem, written by Jane Eggleston has been circulating for years now and after rereading it, it reminds you of the strength you get from some of life’s most unpredictable circumstances, in the valleys of your life! If you read it before, it’s good to read again. Be strong and be encouraged!

 It’s In The Valleys I Grow

Sometimes life seems hard to bear,
Full of sorrow, trouble and woe
It’s then I have to remember
That it’s in the valleys I grow.

If I always stayed on the mountaintop
And never experienced pain,
I would never appreciate God’s love
And would be living in vain.

I have so much to learn
And my growth is very slow,
Sometimes I need the mountain tops,
But it’s in the valleys I grow.

I do not always understand
Why things happen as they do,
But I am very sure of one thing.
My Lord will see me through.

My little valleys are nothing
When I picture Christ on the cross
He went through the valley of death;
His victory was Satan’s loss.

Forgive me Lord, for complaining
When I’m feeling so very low.
Just give me a gentle reminder
That it’s in the valleys I grow.

Continue to strengthen me, Lord
And use my life each day
To share your love with others
And help them find their way.

Thank you for valleys, Lord
For this one thing I know
The mountain tops are glorious
But it’s in the valleys I grow!

(This poem was written by Jane Eggleston who currently lives in Virginia. Her son Jeff states, “She is a wonderful person, loves Jesus and has been the best mother anyone could ever ask for.” What a fitting tribute to any mother.)

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2010 in Empowerment

 

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