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Moonlove..
MoonLove
The Moon is light
The Moon is Bright
Brighten up the world’s dark Night
The Moon is light
The Moon is bright
And gives us the beauty of Night
The Moon shines
The Moon glows
shining up the night sky
The Moon glows
The Moon is love
Lighten up the Lovers night
I could dance under the Moon
I could sing under the moon
With all of my strength and all of my soul
I could pray under the moon
I could dream under the moon
For my wish to come true
The Moon is light
The Moon is Bright
Brighten up the world’s dark Night
The Moon is light
The Moon is bright
And gives us the beauty of Night
The Moon shines
The Moon glows
shining up the night sky
The Moon glows
The Moon is love
Lighten up the Lovers night
I could dance under the Moon
I could sing under the moon
With all of my strength and all of my soul
I could pray under the moon
I could dream under the moon
For my wish to come true
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem,meaning be hide my nickname
Water
~Water~
Soft and gentle,
Basicly sentinental.
Falling, falling through the air,
In the mold of a shimmering tear.
It's touch can be as soft as a loving caress,
Or it can fall twisting turning into a violent mess.
When it falls it can wash away all of your strife,
Gently wraping around you in a soft embrace,
Bringing with it the essence of life.
Or it can turn cold and wild pouring down showering all its wrath,
Becoming a wild current, flooding, seeking, devouring all in its path.
This is what im thinking, though some may call me insain,
As im standing out in the pouring rain.
Soft and gentle,
Basicly sentinental.
Falling, falling through the air,
In the mold of a shimmering tear.
It's touch can be as soft as a loving caress,
Or it can fall twisting turning into a violent mess.
When it falls it can wash away all of your strife,
Gently wraping around you in a soft embrace,
Bringing with it the essence of life.
Or it can turn cold and wild pouring down showering all its wrath,
Becoming a wild current, flooding, seeking, devouring all in its path.
This is what im thinking, though some may call me insain,
As im standing out in the pouring rain.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I think I was feeling..Content.To Thyne Own Self Be True
To Thyne Own Self Be True
When you think youv reached a dead end
In life .. simply choose a new direction~
Theres a million doors yet to open
That need no effort for detection~
To quit is not the answer
Choose another way to go~
Theres a new life waiting for you
People who will love you so~
Its all a question of truth and destiny
To find the reasons you were born~
What youv to do within your lifetime
Every day from dawn till dawn~
Dont ever be discouraged by the quitters
Know in your heart you diserve the best~
Search for it honestly and deliberately
Know youv got what it takes to pass the test~
If you need to calm the restlessness
Take a long look at your needs~
Walk out from the swamp onto lifes highway
And never return again to the reeds~
Once you lose sight of your dreams in life
And your deepest emotional needs and feelings within~
You know then that its time , yours and mine
To think of yourself and thats not a sin~
If youv no tears left to cry then who are you
When you no longer care your as good as dead~
Then a whole life of love and destiny
Wasted ...ended ...put to bed~
All the answers to lifes questions are waiting
For you to press on , seek and find~
And if you lose interest in searching
your chances of happiness then left behind~
Creation and creating never ceases
As we all create every day~
And know you do too , Your needed its true
So go get it , do it in your way~
But one things for sure you do matter
And your loved by just more than a few~
So keep it in mind , never leave this behind
always , To thyne own self be true~.
Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 1993
When you think youv reached a dead end
In life .. simply choose a new direction~
Theres a million doors yet to open
That need no effort for detection~
To quit is not the answer
Choose another way to go~
Theres a new life waiting for you
People who will love you so~
Its all a question of truth and destiny
To find the reasons you were born~
What youv to do within your lifetime
Every day from dawn till dawn~
Dont ever be discouraged by the quitters
Know in your heart you diserve the best~
Search for it honestly and deliberately
Know youv got what it takes to pass the test~
If you need to calm the restlessness
Take a long look at your needs~
Walk out from the swamp onto lifes highway
And never return again to the reeds~
Once you lose sight of your dreams in life
And your deepest emotional needs and feelings within~
You know then that its time , yours and mine
To think of yourself and thats not a sin~
If youv no tears left to cry then who are you
When you no longer care your as good as dead~
Then a whole life of love and destiny
Wasted ...ended ...put to bed~
All the answers to lifes questions are waiting
For you to press on , seek and find~
And if you lose interest in searching
your chances of happiness then left behind~
Creation and creating never ceases
As we all create every day~
And know you do too , Your needed its true
So go get it , do it in your way~
But one things for sure you do matter
And your loved by just more than a few~
So keep it in mind , never leave this behind
always , To thyne own self be true~.
Terrence Michael Sutton copyright 1993
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
A poem I wrote once for a friend who was very low n had lost someonethat was dearly missed and loved .. But a poem that many should read and even myself should re read it now that I am again searching4her that onle real true love and one man woman that has to be out there
somewhere .
Looking Within
Looking Within
Untapped reality
Newness in undiscovered form~
Captivating charisma
Beauty to shame the perfect dawn~
Loveliness from well within
The personality we seldom ever see
Perfection at its finest
Giving birth to its rightful destiny~
To have so many more look within
At what we've so often missed~
At the magic,the love,the values
The lips of being that are seldom kissed~
The surprise of one so lovely within
To feel that someone can see whats there~
What it is that lives within so priceless
And as innocent and pure as mountain air~
This natural being in such a way
Has for years escaped the eyes of man~
As the outer shell , the bodies perfection
Has mostly been the daily plan~
Special and so needed feelings within
That should be all noticed and known~
Upon our beautiful and only home planet
Where winds such as these have rarely blown~
So many shy and so deeply beautiful
And so innocent in their own way~
Have such wonderful feelings of love and positivity
They never place out on display~
So much has never been known of so many
As seldom we look deeply within~
At the person , the entity , the being , the soul
That lives beneath the skin~..
Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1988 .
I have only 1000 on my site
All welcome to go read ..
Terry ..
Untapped reality
Newness in undiscovered form~
Captivating charisma
Beauty to shame the perfect dawn~
Loveliness from well within
The personality we seldom ever see
Perfection at its finest
Giving birth to its rightful destiny~
To have so many more look within
At what we've so often missed~
At the magic,the love,the values
The lips of being that are seldom kissed~
The surprise of one so lovely within
To feel that someone can see whats there~
What it is that lives within so priceless
And as innocent and pure as mountain air~
This natural being in such a way
Has for years escaped the eyes of man~
As the outer shell , the bodies perfection
Has mostly been the daily plan~
Special and so needed feelings within
That should be all noticed and known~
Upon our beautiful and only home planet
Where winds such as these have rarely blown~
So many shy and so deeply beautiful
And so innocent in their own way~
Have such wonderful feelings of love and positivity
They never place out on display~
So much has never been known of so many
As seldom we look deeply within~
At the person , the entity , the being , the soul
That lives beneath the skin~..
Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 1988 .
I have only 1000 on my site
All welcome to go read ..
Terry ..
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
Its about the sad often reality of life , So many areonly looking at one walks around in and its whatswithin
that matters .. One of the reasons sadly so many are in
fact alone .. When whats really within is often way more
valuable and precious than anything one can see on the outside .
Terry
OH MORNING BREEZE
Oh morning breeze, You gentle tease,
How delightfully sweet you are.
You've lifted me, to heights of fantasy,
I feel as though, I could soar.
But here I sit, so lazily dreaming,
caressed in your cool loving arms.
A most willing prisoner,
Held captive, by your charms.
How delightfully sweet you are.
You've lifted me, to heights of fantasy,
I feel as though, I could soar.
But here I sit, so lazily dreaming,
caressed in your cool loving arms.
A most willing prisoner,
Held captive, by your charms.
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Posted: Jul 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem, under the blissful spell of a cool breeze, on a beautiful spring day ! Some people call it Spring fever, and I don't know why ? I was feelin' really COOL !JUST AS PERFECT, AS PERFECT CAN BE
I am the very definition of perfection.
Just as perfect as perfect can be.
So please do not judge me with a razored tongue,
nor eyes so dull, they fail to see.
For I do not measure my worth, by another's perception of perfection.
It matters not, one single wit to me.
Under divine direction, created just as I was meant to be.
A perfect work of imperfection, progressing most perfectly.
In any imperfection, it is only perfection that I choose to see.
And how I choose to define that, is always up to me.
For I was created imperfectly, so very, very perfectly.
Yes, just as perfect, as perfect can be.
Just as perfect as perfect can be.
So please do not judge me with a razored tongue,
nor eyes so dull, they fail to see.
For I do not measure my worth, by another's perception of perfection.
It matters not, one single wit to me.
Under divine direction, created just as I was meant to be.
A perfect work of imperfection, progressing most perfectly.
In any imperfection, it is only perfection that I choose to see.
And how I choose to define that, is always up to me.
For I was created imperfectly, so very, very perfectly.
Yes, just as perfect, as perfect can be.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this poem, as a self-reminder of the importantance to value first n foremost the opinion we hold of ourselves, for it matters most ! I dedicate this poem to my very beautiful daughter Janadelina, n all the other beautiful strong women in my life, my mother, my grandmother, my sisters, nieces. I am so blessed ! aware3
~when it's right~
. . . . to ride a shooting star would seem to fit while grounding trusted feet a short ride tis both hopin star ta star is tha groundin in bein jus who yar. . . when it's right . . . aparts really not so far, light shouldered tow, as you've licked all your wounds . . is when true hearted smiles from within truly show, warmed blood flows, soft eyes'll light the night...what a ride it is with all feet on the ground, when it's right you's can talk an not make a sound ...~
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
how two people could be in a good relationship.Beautiful Woman
Beautiful Woman
Her smile brightens up an entire room,
Her eyes calculating and inviting,
Her laughter contagious,
Her voice hypnotic,
She captures my heart with her written word,
She amazes me with her writing abilities,
She writes of experience,
She tells of pain,
Her emotions reborn,
She writes from the heart,
Her testament sends chills through my body,
She's been through so much,
She stands proud,
She speaks freely,
She leaves me breathless,
And I wonder,
Who is this beautiful women?
Looking in the mirror,
I realize this beatuiful woman is me.
Her smile brightens up an entire room,
Her eyes calculating and inviting,
Her laughter contagious,
Her voice hypnotic,
She captures my heart with her written word,
She amazes me with her writing abilities,
She writes of experience,
She tells of pain,
Her emotions reborn,
She writes from the heart,
Her testament sends chills through my body,
She's been through so much,
She stands proud,
She speaks freely,
She leaves me breathless,
And I wonder,
Who is this beautiful women?
Looking in the mirror,
I realize this beatuiful woman is me.
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this in 2000 alsoJourney of Sobriety
Journey of Sobriety
As I begin a journey of a thousand miles,
I take a good look at my surroundings,
It's amazing how I've never seen those flowers before,
And how I've never seen the light dance across the morning dew on the grass,
It was a forgotten sensation this clearheadedness,
My mind was fogged for so long by my addictions,
Oh,
But not today and surely not tomorrow,
Although it's not always the case,
I journey through sobriety effortlessly today,
I see you struggling my sister,
Let go of your shame,
Throw away your guilt,
Come...
Take my hand and travel with me,
Do you see those flowers over there?
By Winter Aires
© 2000 Winter Aires (All rights reserved)
As I begin a journey of a thousand miles,
I take a good look at my surroundings,
It's amazing how I've never seen those flowers before,
And how I've never seen the light dance across the morning dew on the grass,
It was a forgotten sensation this clearheadedness,
My mind was fogged for so long by my addictions,
Oh,
But not today and surely not tomorrow,
Although it's not always the case,
I journey through sobriety effortlessly today,
I see you struggling my sister,
Let go of your shame,
Throw away your guilt,
Come...
Take my hand and travel with me,
Do you see those flowers over there?
By Winter Aires
© 2000 Winter Aires (All rights reserved)
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
I wrote this in 2000~Elated~
of soft heart an tender spirit sky blue mind endear it. . . . leaves let go an gentle sweep to their ground, tall grass rustle's only sound. . . . eight o'clock lake's flat'nd glasss while a host circled ripples as fish eat n play. . . . crickets n frogs instrumentally wake the nigh with magical banter seranade. . . . a distant howl an hoot to the moon lit end of twilight, when same shadows come out from ending sun to moonlight.......as what's there in the day's there in the night~
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Posted: Sep 2009
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