The sun is shining down on me,
See the chicks hatch,
Hear the bleating of the lambs,
Flowers growing up,
Easter is coming,
Easter egg hunts,
Chocolate eggs are being made
For us to eat up!
Excitement is bubbling up inside,
Of each child,
Oh wait I forgot,
The bunnies are hopping a lot,
Spring!
Opps…
There doesn’t seem to be a poem here.
Some say destiny is a string
A straight path
That you have to blindly follow
That you have to trust
But I feel
Destiny is a crossroad
Filled with choices
Filled with twists and turns
It is a maze
In which we blindly grope around
Trusting God to guide us
But I feel
That we have to guide ourselves
That God wants us to be
Independent
He wants us to
Choose our own destiny
Poetry to Music Project Performed to Aurora Borealis by Brandon Fletcher
Will she come
Will she appear
Aurora
Are you here?
Here she comes
Bringing her sapphires, diamonds
And gold
Such jewelled gifts you bring to us
Such beauty to behold
Your waterfall of colour
Burnished robes of emerald green
Aurora, you are the most graceful ballerina
The world has ever seen
Your crystals, jade and emeralds
Light up Venus and Mars
Watch as she tip toes across the sky
Our Queen of the Ink and Stars
Aurora
Your kaleidoscope of colour
Waves as you turn and twist
Dusting the sky with your paintbrush
Our artist of magical mist
Aurora
Are you tiring now
Is it time for your sleep?
Please stay a little while more
Shall we play hide and seek?
See her emerald lose its colour
See her jade fade from glow
Oh, Aurora
Do you have to leave us
Do you have to go?
There she goes
Fading back into the ebony sky –
Until tomorrow, Aurora
Goodnight, Aurora
Goodbye.
The wind scrapes my face as I walk through the park,
The whistling sound makes my ears pop,
I watch the trees dance in time,
Listen to the moan of the wind,
The wind lashes the rain to soak my hair,
Hear his voice as loud as any,
The wind wants you to know he’s there,
He pulls my hair as he passes by,
The wind is rather sly,
Whenever I look he isn’t there,
But when I listen I can hear him,
The wind.
In this dry desert I live.
There is a house made
Of brick. It is painted
Red and white.
It’s where I live.
It is my beautiful house.
Every day I wake up in
A pool of sweat.
I am bathed in sweat
Every single moment.
There’s no electricity.
There’s no way to beat the
Heat and evaporate sweat.
Sweat trickles down the body
Every single moment.
It makes you itch
Every single inch
of your body.
But at the end of the day,
It’s life for me.
In this dry desert I live.
I touch soft, warm, crumbling sand
Like the feel of rosy red candy floss
A soft breeze spins by
Dancing subtle pirouettes
I see a golden fairy
Waving her yellow wand
Sitting on a rainbow
Looking down at an enchanted forest
The scent of apple blossom
Floats on the breeze
It is like
Hope, trust and forgiveness
Everywhere
Like the perfume of a
Perfect purple butterfly
I see a robin with a glowing red breast
Tweeting songs of comfort
Like the sound of glistening turquoise waves…
It could just be magic.
sweeping the dust
of memories,
I start my day,
with the sunlight
filling the void
left by the darkness
of the night.
I pull the curtains,
open the window;
a strong essence
of happiness rushes in,
an ethereal nectar.
slowly balancing the
pot between my hands,
the soft farms
gently kiss my soul,
a new spring emerges
from within.
gently removing the dew
from every flower
I walk by,
a soft pollen hits
my fresh face,
a broken heart
is healed.
slowly and steadily,
the sun sinks in the
robust ocean of darkness,
and the ocean extends:
a healed heart
goes to sleep.
praying for another
tommorow,
to again kiss the farms,
to again feel the dew,
to again taste the sweet nectar
of happiness,
to love and get loved.
(Poetry to Music Project – performed to Pirates of the Caribbean by Hans Zimmer)
Come, my love
On a magical adventure
Through the salty blue seas of wonder
To a mystical place
Where your gentle heart will want to be
I will show you
The cascading waterfall of life
Where you shall be
Forever young
Where gleaming fire flies
Shall light your eyes
Like the starry moonlit sky
There will be diamonds, pearls, emeralds
As precious as the purest silk
Of the forest lands
The Dragons of Poseidon
Shall bow at our feet
The Phoenix of Fire
Shall protect us
From the shadowy forces of evil
Lightning will flash
The wisest Narwhales of the seven seas
Shall be our guide
Our vessel shall be made
From the strongest wood
Of the Southern Hemisphere
My precious
I will protect you
With sword and shield
No living creature shall harm you
On our island
Our island
Come, say you will
You know I love you
Why can you not love me
The Earth’s core holds no fear for me
I will find you wherever you are
And bring you back
Why my love?
Don’t leave me now
Your heart is so far away
Yet you feel so close –
Tell me you love me
Tell me now
What can I do
I will do anything
Anything
Come, my love
My sweet
My everything.
Midnight is a time for ghosts
When they come to play
Throwing all my toys on the floor
Shouting
‘Hip, hip, hooray!’
Midnight is a time for treats
And all I can possibly eat
Chocolates, cookies and pizza
Then I fall soundly asleep
Midnight is a time for stories
Funny, scary or sweet
Roasting fantasy marshmallows by the fire
Oh, that is quite a treat
Midnight is a time for witches
Will they be bad or good
Carrying me above the trees
Of the deepest darkest wood
But
When I wake up
My room is all clean
My toys are back under my bed
Where are all the cookie crumbs
Was it real
Or just in my head?