moonontide Poetry (10)

The
bright
sunface
of the
dandelion

its
simply
perfect
beauty
graces
the lawn

it
seeds itself
in
fairy whispers
and
breathes
another dawn

As I surrender to the divine
I'll feel my feelings
not discount them
I wont suppress from fear to feel
But trust in the wisdom of my emotions
I,ll build new tracks within my brain
to replace the old tracks worn and flayed
Infused with spirit of my true self
of smiles and courage to stand up for myself
This journey is a spiritual death to all the negative I was fed
And in my rebirth I shall find the beauty of me to share and respond

He did not see
That to be me,
I had to be
just free to be
In his desperate fight to have me his
he shredded my wings and emptied me.
My love for him will always be '
Just not the same as his need for me.
Such sadness comes when one holds tight
no air to breath
just possession and fight
To see a butterfly
flutterby
Its graceful beauty
oh so light
In a whisper watch it
poised so still
Freedom to love and freedom to flight

We are still
in the clear blue sky
A storm comes by
to show us
'the clear'
clear blue of the sky
The rain begins to fall
To wash us clean
from our fall.

I'm posting out this Valentine
to everyone today

To tell you that
I love you
for coming here
to play

By coming here
and sharing
and expressing heartfelt tunes

It is with understanding
as we travel lifes mixed hues

So today you may not
have in heart
the magic of a lover

But please dont grieve
We truly have the magic of each other.

Tranquility
to me u see
is momentous
some long
some so very short
did I see
did I not
did I feel or did I not
Do not question
tranquility
its perfection
nought trancedes

The splendour of the moonlit river
as it shimmers its way into the distance
the beating heart of the Happy Houseboat
taking its lovers into the dreamland
of peace and seclusion.
The trees whispering on the rivers banks,
so as as not to waken the birds
lovers laughter
over candlelit dinner
the stars twinkling their silent agreement.
The crickets chirping
the stillness and the noises of natures silences
The houseboat weaves her way to a beautiful dawn

I watch it all
The havoc wrought
of everything in its path.
It tears and rips its
hungry jaws
It also grabs my heart

And I'm so many miles away
Safe
and just a watcher
But what of those who are looking for the ones they have lost
Their lives torn all asunder

Its all so hard to put together
Our thoughts of such a thing
grief,anger,loss
COURAGE
Heroes, new friendships
Support from sources forever unknown
Compassion and kindness that humans find within themselves to express when the stakes are down.
WE ARE NEVER MORE BEAUTIFUL WHEN WE STEP AWAY FROM OURSELVES AND GIVE FROM OUR HEARTS TO OTHERS.

Swimming
in this moment
in the ocean of commotion

If there is no expectation
but living in the moment

How do you get momentum
from the living moment experience

If you do get momentum
is that not also expectation
within the living moment

Within the living moment
there must come an expectation
to move the moment forward.

If there is no expectation
that then creates no motion
Then isn't that an equal
to being in a lonesome
hole of isolation.

Because if you have no expectation
of perhaps a wholesome.

That is in consideration
In belief we share ourselves
And not ourselves a lonesome.

Be still little bird
the cage you are in is of your own making
it is time now to
stop those fluttering wings
like you cannot escape within your cage
You can and you will
the time is near

And you will fly to the top of the sky
and you will fly free
because you see