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Poetry Collection II | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Watercolour Collection II | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Prose | "Her Love", (C) Penny 2000 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
About Me | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Her love has changed me And re-arranged me It's picked me up And spun me round Then put me firmly On the ground. It's touched my heart And found a part I thought I'd lost. She's reached inside And filled my heart With pride. She knows just why It will not die For the sweet love That she gives me Will, forever, live Within me. I see her face In each small place And from the sky Her love shines through me She says you're me And I am you. |
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"The Old Ways", (C) Penny | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
I knew the Old ways were stirring in me, many moons ago But I didn't know how to learn Or which way to turn So I pushed them aside They died And I would secretly mourn. And then,many years on,the Old Ways they stirred again Sparked by the Flame Fanned by the Air Still there Re-kindled,re-born. So I opened my heart to the Old Ways Where the Goddess was waiting for me To tell and be told To embrace and to hold For the rest of my life. Blessed Be! |
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"For You", (C) Penny 2002 I have stood as still As a berry Encased in winter's ice. I have sent my will Like an eagle Aloft on stormy skies. I have scorched the earth With my fire Ablaze on stoney ground. And I've shed a tear From my heart For a love lost Then found |