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I am thrilled to accept this beautiful award from Whispers Online Magazine for
Women
to My World of Words
...and I will share my thoughts and dreams with you...
I love the beauty of the sea and the sky with their many shades of power. I love the beauty of music and dance. I love the beauty of a genuine smile and all that it shares. Come share my loves with me...
Speak to me of quiet places
Where peace is seen on children's faces
And love is felt like summer's heat
As kindness sings and spirits meet.
Let me glimpse that place of peace
Where anger ends and battles cease;
A paradise at once it seems
Of fantasy and poet's dreams.
I need to taste the joy of love
As antidote to unheard of
Atrocities and bitterness
That darken hearts of humaness.
Perhaps the search begins within
As longing makes a change begin;
So I will chase infinity
To that island of serenity.
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DAWN
Dawn awakens day
as giant pitchers pour sunbeams
from heaven's hand.
Sunflowers smile greetings
and pine needles sparkle in the glow
til salmon colored sunset
liquefies day into night,
and daylight
is stashed away once more.
Absence of light...
cold as cubes of ice...
til morning light
cracks the curtain of night
once more
SUMMER NIGHTS
The warmth of summer nights inside the mind
Lends soothing comfort, lifting humankind...
Replacing days of icy fingered hate
With gentle hands that rehabilitate.
No longer speaking words that so confined
That all who heard were left both deaf and blind
To any chance of learning or to find
Forgiveness for mistakes that isolate.
The warmth of summer nights inside the mind
Affords the opportunity to wind
The fragile strands of love that tightly bind
Our lonely souls together and create
A world in which our seasons celebrate.
Accepting without judging has defined
The warmth of summer nights inside the mind.
HIDDEN BEAUTY
storm clouds hiding light
flowing darkly over seas
while behind the mist
stars are dancing merrily
with night-sky's crescent guardian
DEMONS
As fever wrapped herself around my child
And burned his brow and made his world unclear.
He ran from tigers claws beside his bed
And nothing said could make them disappear.
Though all alone the two were in the room,
The demons of the night would not depart
Til with the dawn her grip on him was loosed,
And calm returned to mother's anxious heart.
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