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and walks the night
with a candle foe all men and women to see,
Happy Birthday Autumn Fantasy.
is SUPPOSE to read
with a candle FOR all men and women to see | |
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Posted: 6/28/2007 3:01:24 PM | I apologize that I have not returned to thank you fellow mothers for your prayers ....I do thank you now. An update:
A day before this prayer vigil began
it seems four seizures a day
for this child were at hand
within twenty four hours of prayer
they were down to two
of word of this
I was brought to tears when I did view
as the next day came these seizures disappeared
yet to think of a miracle
or to jump to conclusions this I feared
I continue to pray for a child I do not know
for to think of a miracle occuring for one
causes to me an internal glow
tomorrow a specialist seven hours away
this tiny babe shall see I've been told
to learn of it being a simple cure
will be worth more weight than gold.....
Thank you everyone....Peace. | |
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Posted: 6/30/2007 12:02:59 PM | .
And the rain falls.
Sullen heavy skies...
and a relentless flow
of rain.
Like teardrops
that carry no pain,
but cleanse, refresh, renew.
Reach forth
and cup your hands.
Receive the blessings
of earth and sky.
And the rain falls.
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Posted: 6/30/2007 12:09:05 PM | Miracles
I believe
fall softly
from blue skies
to tantalize
our waiting
so searching
eyes
a vision to behold
a tale to tell
that shall
never leave
a soul cold. | |
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Posted: 6/30/2007 9:15:49 PM | Nipped and tucked from Woobys
Take it slow.
Meander the river walk and get to know the rhythms
That ride the wave that’s always building
When the Moon’s near full.
Watch the breeze ripple our bodies
Awake in the water.
Sunsparkle this splash
And freeze frame this now.
We're going nowhere but right here,
Under the waterfalls,
Where forever
Flows right on by. | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 8:17:13 PM | I do remember to make you breakfast
I did not hear you say you wanted hot milk
I do remember to make you lunch
we’re running late, go to the canteen
I do remember to make you tea
I forget to turn off the oven, anyone for
burned roast?
I do remember you play tennis
I forgot to wash the whites
it’s why you have two sets of clothes
not my problem you can’t find the racquet
oh for goodness sakes, you can only play with one
The halo my children gave me; is calling me mother
I keep telling them, that light is only there so I can read in the dark
They did not think it was funny,
I woke em up early for school on a Saturday
Precious ones gave me a gift to hold
a mobile phone
Setting the alarm everyday with notes of fun
now am also known as; mother time keeper | |
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Posted: 7/4/2007 8:35:45 PM | Anotherawakening I understand
from the moment I fall out of bed
throw on a coat over my nightgown
and shuffle the herds off to summer school
I too become mother time keeper
the one who refuses to wear a watch
or turn on the radio
until I have found peace
and my first cup of coffee.
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Posted: 7/4/2007 8:48:40 PM | Dear Mother Earth I hear a noise in the corner of the garage
rustling quietly I lift my feet up off the ground
arm myself with a shovel
and look as fiercely as I can
in that direction
hoping be it friend or foe
it isn't hungry for a baby toe
I'm such a suck
you haven't put the fire on
my nightlight
from the shadows
until you do
I am at your mercy. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 7:55:30 AM | | Wonderful to see you both here. Crazy with wedding plans. Sorry I am neglectful of you all. Be back with more later. | |
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Posted: 7/5/2007 8:51:07 PM | Horn of Plenty
The trail, a ribbon of moist soil
Cools the soles of my feet
Leads to the place
Where my green man lives
Centuries of caretakers
Tended the tree.
The oak .
Gnarled branches above
where a robin sings.
Quivering grasses below
Tentative as cat’s whiskers
Tickle my bare skin.
I lay in the sun speckled shade
And wait
He comes to me suddenly.
Sunlight streaming golden
Off his belly as he strides.
His eyes see only beauty.
His eternal song glides
On the breeze
Scent of balsam.
We feast on wild berries
Served on platters of green leaves
Embrace the horn of plenty
As gentle hands give
and take with ease
Life is making love
And we make love
With life
Until soft flesh surrenders
To sleep, dreamless
on our bed of boughs
Safely cradled between
sky above
and earth below. | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 9:24:00 PM | 777
What a perfect day for a wedding
Magical in the stars
I have thought about the tents and bright blues skies
The gentle breeze not quite steamy upon the field
With lanterns or candles and flowers
Your children gathered round you
Mother of the bride
Nothing can take away the image
Of your loving pride
I bet you looked perfect in the dress they chose for you
The colour of love and patience
And watching a dream come true
I hope to see the pictures
Of you standing there
With all of your beautiful daughters
And a new son-in-law to boot.
Ok I’m not good with rhyming poetry but I tried *grin* | |
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Posted: 7/8/2007 9:39:44 PM | Silly Rambling Thoughts
I wish I could sail on the traditions of times of old
Where hand-fasting was all that was needed
To bond two people in love
I wish I could stand in an open field at night
With the saucy smile of a radiant moon
Pledging my love with a poem
To the beating drums and lilting flute
Around the fires reaching for eternity
A brave new life opened and read
With poets from all corners of the world
Holding hands and swaying to the enchanting voice
Of mother earth’s hopeful heart
I will settle for a night in Ravin’s field
Talking to people whose only voice has been
Their poetry
That strange feeling you get when you finally put face and voice together
All the pieces fall into place but animated and smiling
Perhaps a fortune teller’s tent with flag above
Where you can delve deeper into your being
It’s only July but time is flying in the wind tonight
A hot wind breaking out of the south
Just thinking about fantasies
Or dreams that can come true. | |
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Posted: 7/9/2007 12:27:38 AM | | First free moment in days. Am exhausted, but ohhh. What a party it was. The best. It is still going on. | |
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Posted: 7/9/2007 3:43:40 AM | .
once in awhile
nothing matters
but to breathe
and know the sun
welcome warmth
slides across skin
leaving shimmering trails
that lead nowhere
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Posted: 7/12/2007 10:48:51 PM | Now that is a summertime poem if I ever read one. Thanks Cdn.
One here to Mr. & Mrs. Crough
Where there is love,
there is a fire
that draws all within it’s warmth,
nurturing hope, and warming dreams
back to life.
It burns
like a fire on a mountain.
Friends look on in wonderment
and awe..
glad to be witness
to this love
that surely transcends
time
and space.
Family weeps
the sweet tears of happiness
that comes of knowing their beloved,
is beloved.
Welcome the joining,
the promise of tomorrow,
the symbol
of eternal faith
in love. | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 7:44:09 AM |   Congratulations Ravin , on the wedding of your daughter!
Sounds like it was a lovely celebration!
Hearts gather to send up two doves
Into the light and glory of love
Hearts weep in happiness
Dance with such joy!
Love brings together such goodness
in all! | |
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Posted: 7/13/2007 8:21:16 AM | Why thank you Jules!
Still recovering.
Party finally wound down around dawn.
Just to continue on the next day. | |
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Posted: 7/16/2007 10:34:45 PM | Wow! A wedding - how lovely Raincause. Thank you Autumn Fantasy for your comments above. Indeed imagery was what that poem was about - for my poetry class. This is a Sestina (ou la la) , an assignment I just submitted to the instructor. It belongs here:
Laundry on the Line
Wind snatches laundry on Mary’s clothesline,
There’s a slight scent of lime, a cool tint of green
so pale, barely seen. Little Lila has
to stand on tip toes to beg dear mother
please please a pink towel, I only need one
to hold to my face, breathe in such sweet soft.
Her cheeks smooth as new wings, pearly, so soft
like flannel, sweetened with bloom, on the line.
Mary’s strong fingers unpeg one by one,
folds corner to corner, listens as green
leaves whisper prayers. Each morning grandmother
sings the hymns, the same way she always has
Blond Lila dances, her swift aura has
a warm yellow hue with a touch of soft
blue. She dances a blessing ‘round mothers,
sisters and grandmas, a long long bloodline.
Women with laundry in every Spring green
It’s her turn to breathe. She knows she’s the one
A sharp scent of ozone which everyone
knows, will quicken the air. Yes, Spring rain has
a purpose, to scent pillow cases green,
robin’s egg blue and pussy willow soft
Mary breathes-in beauty, her own lifeline
she holds divine, the earth, her true mother
She contemplates clotheslines and motherhood
Do two streams forever flow just as one?
What about fathers who sing the bass line?
But it’s too much to contemplate, what has
always been. Sweet Lila hums, her voice soft
as newly scythed lawn, as fresh and as green
Fern fronds and sweeping boughs queenly do green
the hallways of childhood and my mothers
rooms. Fleeting scent of sea breeze and air soft,
and lingering as baby’s breath beckons one
Mary to sleep like none ever has.
Women’s soft slumber, arms tangled as one
shared dream, travels two streams with green mother,
earth mother, perfumes laundry on the line. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 8:54:07 AM | That is beautiful. I can so smell those laundry smells right there in your poem. I don't think I have smelled a poem before. Very good. Loved how you worked the names, colours and scents together, with the visual
imagery. Thank you for bringing it here to the Mothers thread.
Especially on this day when so many in the world are holding space to pour back in to the Mother. Day of prayer and gratitude to the Mother, as represented by the Earth, began at 11:11 am in each time zone. Continues around the world. Just love the Earth, fill it back up. | |
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Posted: 7/17/2007 11:44:26 AM | I see you got up a new pretty pic
A few words here if I dare
My favorites are the two oldest
Red ravin with the wind swept hair
That mysterious far away look
Much more than just a stare
You didn’t have to travel to
Machu Picchu paying airfare
Your vision from Canada
Magically whisked you there
While eating curds and whey
sitting in your favorite chair
Menu change
Maybe your eating Tofu and broccoli
And saving the world from people
In you spare time,
when you not intensely watching hockey…
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Posted: 7/17/2007 2:29:44 PM | Awe eye guy, you're so sweet. Ya, Autumn Fantasy got that pic from my daughters wedding last weekend, and sent it to me to put up here. Maybe just to show I can scrub up when need be. 
But, I'm sorry, I do not watch hockey. No, sad Canadian I know, but I do not watch hockey. | |
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