| | Summer's EndPage 2 of 103 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41) | | This is lovely, Autumn, especially as - without having met you - I can hear and feel your voice in it. | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/20/2006 8:40:16 PM | | Thank you so much Alyosha I have been feeling a little sad lately - bittersweet. I love the change of the seasons in Canada and wouldn't be happy without them but I am not looking forward to a long cold winter. You have cheered me up a little and I appreciate hearing from someone out here in the pond. | |
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| A Poem by a night owl
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:18:51 PM | The night always glows brighter
Than its daytime counterpart
In a light which needs no illusion, to exist
Or a mere shadow, when night falls upon me
As the candle burns, so does my imagination soar
And my soul comes out to play with my dreams
I have never found a twin flame
Which could dance beside me in harmony
Through the night, and I have looked all my life
And only had a tiny part of me touched by another
Only a flicker, but not the flame
And I will never give up hoping
That someday that flame
Will burn more brightly
The dawning of my awakening
Rebirth of my heart
When it finds another to shine through. | |
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| Another explosion of feelings
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:30:08 PM | A symphony of crickets
Overshadowing everything
Save the wind
Tickling the trees
A lovely friend
For a hot summer’s night
In the distance
The air conditioner hums
From the halls of technology
Do we live longer?
Was it meant to be?
Or to die young and missed
By someone’s heart
And that place which we fill
Soft warm tears to cry
Put them away!
For other’s are drawn to strength not weakness
And not our sensitivity
How do we find that illusive soul
Who understands and celebrates our thoughts and dreams
All that needs to be released
Who really knows
The crickets in their simplicity
The wind in its ever reaching journey
What’s inside our hearts
That part which feels the beauty
And spirit of light
The soul
A cup half filled
With a page of words
A canvas of colour
Life
Upon the walls of caves
Creativity which lives beyond
The minds of man
An expansion of our souls
Everything having its place. | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:42:14 PM | One Christmas Eve
Part I
My bedroom lookout creaked and groaned
Beneath the strength of the winter gale.
Pellets of snow beat against the windows
Sounding like popping corn in a tin pot.
My eyelids flew open and I was confused
Not knowing where I was.
The fur rug, heavy and warm
Protected my body from the drafty crevices of the old house.
My memory came flooding back
And a comforting feeling seeped through my body.
This special night of nights carried me away
With its magical spell. | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:50:53 PM | Part II
My grandmother’s house was dark with shades of night
No moon shone as I slipped from my covers
And planted my feet upon the icy floor
The house slept and I wondered
If it was safe to venture forth
And not be discovered.
One step at a time on tiptoes
I slowly proceeded
Willing the hardwood floor
Not to speak
I groped for the banister in the shadows
And ran my fingers over its buttery surface.
My nose tickled as it caught the pungent aroma
Of scotch pine. | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 7:59:13 PM | Part III
The Christmas tree stood proud and tall
From my perch at the top of the stairs
Foreboding in the darkness
A miniature nativity scene
Was cradled in the branches
I stopped, frozen; my heart skipped a beat
The only sound was the patter of pine needles
Sprinkling to the floor
My determination fine tuned to continue
To the mystery of childhood hidden below. | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:05:23 PM | Part IV
I had wandered into the night
With prying eyes
Trying to discover something sacred
To a child.
A ghostly draft brushed my legs
Beneath my flannel gown
And suddenly I longed for
The security of my bed.
One last glance around
And I was gone
Climbing one step at a time
Passing the old canvas portrait of a lady
Watching me with seeing eyes
From the inky darkness. | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:12:01 PM | Part V
My feet barely touched the deep red carpet
Faded and thin
A brass bar pulled each step taunt.
My bedroom door ajar
A silver thread of moonlight
Had found its way
In through the lookout windows
Casting it’s patterns upon the floor
The wind was calmer now
Christmas had come
As I laid my head gently back into it’s spot
Upon the pillow
Yawning, rubbing my eyes
Sleepy and content. | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:17:09 PM | Autumn I find it a new pleasure during my afternoon tea's reading your pieces your sharring with us. I do hope that you are keeping a Journal of them? They are wonderful memoirs', if you do not publish them. Thank you... looking forward to listening to your voice more! | |
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| Through the eyes of a child
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:21:58 PM | Part VI
My dreams turned to visions
Of the sun rising over the lake
Covered in a sheet of glass
The smell of turkey
Roasting in the oven
A mouthwatering gingerbread house
Laced in frothy white frosting
Leaping down the stairs in wild abandonment
The same worn path from the night before
The staircase came alive
Dressed up with shiny green holly leaves
And ripe red berries
The creaks and groans of the old house
Now transformed into a whisper
Of carols and laughter
I had found the picture
On the old faded postcard
From a timeless era
Of Christmas Day
A special memory
I have never forgotten
No Christmas has been so magical
As through the eyes
Of a little girl. | |
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| Thankyou funtastic
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:24:37 PM | | It's an honour to share my poems with you - for many years they have been hidden away and not read by anyone. I must admit I'm having fun. *grin* | |
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| An Autumn Fantasy
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:43:11 PM | | how romantic and utterly spiritually rejuvenating | |
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| An Autumn Fantasy
Posted: 9/21/2006 8:56:55 PM | | Thank you kind sir she says with a curtsy. | |
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| An Autumn Fantasy
Posted: 9/21/2006 9:08:23 PM | "Autumn - I really wish that someone else would share their poems in this thread"
No offence is indended to others in me saying this, but this thread for me is "Summer's Ending of Autumn Fantasy". There are threads for other's to share there poetry, and they are. I vote to keep this thread Autumn's Do others agree?  | |
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| The Dream Catcher
Posted: 9/23/2006 8:07:29 AM | The Dream Catcher
Late in the spring, a fire crackling in the fireplace
To ward off the chill, warm and cozy
Night whispering its spell
She glanced once more at the piece of paper in her hand
Before she placed it carefully into the flames
Watching it dance and curl
Slowly disappearing, a wisp of smoke
Rising upwards and out of sight
To the waiting dream catcher
Somewhere beyond her imagination
What was written of the page?
The wishes of her heart
Her yearnings and prayers
Sent purposely to the spirit of love
Asking that the emptiness be banished
Back in time, where it would be forever destined to remain
And in its place, fulfillment be born
Before summer’s end
A prophecy once told
Woven out of her imagination and experiences of life
And what was that wish?
Only her heart could tell
She didn’t ask for much
Kept it simple and precise
A man who was gentle and understanding
Someone she could trust
Eyes she could gaze into forever
Mirrored by love
Arms, which could hold her tightly and never let go
Passion which grew from the same kind of glow
Which emulated from her own desire
A smile which could light up the world
And fill every corner with happiness
Contentedness
The physical, emotional, intellectual completeness
Creating in her the best that she could be
No illusions this time, but total honesty
She held faith in her dreams, a strong talisman next to her heart
Until one day she met a man and she was swept away by the unexpected
Magic and light which flowed all through her being
A wish coming true from out of nowhere
And her heart had found another to shine through. | |
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| The age of innocence
Posted: 9/23/2006 8:18:15 AM | Waterfalls, a whispering breeze
drawing me closer
to the curious child within your soul.
When I gaze up into your eyes
I see the sun, the moon and stars
the ever reaching depths of eternity
and you become a safe harbour
for my consciouness to explore
and experience without fear
a new realm of discovery
I will not be afraid to share with you, who I am
as your eyes draw me deeper and deeper
into that beautiful feeling of peace
sailing unencumbered with the tides
towards your heart and soul
enraptured, enchanted, complete. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 5:49:51 PM | To move him like no one had done
was he so lifeless that he could not see?
perhaps he was always searching for attention
or that self assurance which had not yet been born.
There comes a time in everyone's life
where we are forced to look inside ourselves
and ask the hardest questions
there is no rule book for us to fall back on.
Could it be that in not thinking
we transgress to our animal instincts
the traits that were implanted upon us
in the dawning of our existance.
Awaken lost and lonely souls
find peace in yourself
and stop blaming others for your unhappiness
it is our own footprints we leave in the sand. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 5:53:46 PM | Dream instead and just laugh
"Tomorrow is just another day"
oh well, we live and learn
and still our hearts long to play.
Upon the shadows of our dreams
searching the horizon for a painter to procure
who can follow our lines
with colours of every hue.
Embrace change
and know that life drifts from shore to shore
probably for a purpose
I don't know any more. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 6:02:55 PM | Open your mind and you never know
what you will find
Be a window, not a door
ready to receive the truth
with clarity and a clean slate
the filters pulled down
what you process is still your interpretation
another door perhaps? | |
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| Summer's End
Posted: 9/25/2006 6:04:13 PM | | I absolutely love your thread, your writes, Autumn. You have a radiance that filters through to the soul giving not just light, but warmth as well. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 6:29:37 PM | "Sweet Alyssa"
My dear little angel
from the moment you were born,
you have filled my heart with sunshine
and sweet whispers of love.
I held you in my arms
and felt the warmth of your being
seeping through my veins
and knew that our souls
were entwined with a peaceful sense of being
You gave my life a purpose and direction
and I have always been so proud of you.
You have given me a strength
I didn't know I had
and taught me how to smile
when everything seemed hopeless.
If only we could all learn
from your love of life
and determination to make the most
of each passing day.
I realized how precious were
the moments we could share,
and always gave you the best that I could,
and wanted to be there for you
to hold you tight when you needed me most.
Your little heart has reached out
and touched everyone you have met
with playful laughter and an unspoken trust,
and you have shown me
the true meaning of life and love and happiness.
Your bright little eyes
will shine in my heart forever,
and I know that I am far richer
for having had you in my life. | |
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| Do We Have To Grow Up?
Posted: 9/25/2006 6:49:31 PM | Still Waters Run Deep
One quiescent night
That roving vagabond
Of nature’s breath
Shed all its proud
Illusions of westward flight
And peered beneath his image
Into a mirror
Of a thousand tears
Hidden by the grace
Of a laughing sea.
At first, with longing eyes
He prayed, to the holy bearer
Of great visions
Soon, a quiet calm
Rested his senses
A hand reached out to draw him inward
Near the heartbeat
Of this strange companion.
With a sigh of shame
He turned to gaze
Once more upon the treasures
Lost in the wakefulness
Of swirling depths
Then floated with the motions
Back to the spacelessness above
From season to season
They joined in passive harmony
A thin line of glass
Creasing their journey
To the source of time
Where darkness folds into light
And the tears of the universe
Are swallowed up into the sea. | |
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