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Gold Paved

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On December 12, 2012

In Poetry

Gold paved roads with gemstones inlayed

All around town                                                                                                                                            who can be down?

 

Just appeared

Holy crap, is that…

Weird

 

Cars float to destinations

No gas in the tank

Painted with colors never before ranked

 

Create your own float transport

Onyx cars rock

But I prefer diamond

With floating mother of pearl wheels…

 

Black and white ska-checkered drive

Maze of people waiting in line

Dancing in the cornfields

Can’t wait to get in and shine

 

Cross the river of forgiveness

towards the fruit of the trees

Partake of the leaves…

 

Of healing

Sooth your soul

And start believing

 

Party’s about to begin

Show’s alright

Daddy-bouncer keeping it real

 

Life-bliss and an Earth brand new

Starts here and soon

I’m laughing with you

All you gooney-goon-goons

 

Is this real -Or is it a dream

So happy I could scream

Good bye old and hello new

My hometown is now

TRUE

Winter Rose

By

On December 2, 2012

In Poetry

On a hill in the Tepeyac Desert

Juan met her in amazement

It was a cold night in December

He would forever remember

Along with millions throughout the centuries to come

She wore a blue-green yellow-starred mantle

Hands clasped in front of her

Dress made of red and gold -loosly flowing

Green leaf-like designs showing

From her neck to her toes

A soft light surrounded her

Like warm summertime-sun rays

It shone three feet out to share

Roses surrounding her in the air

Bringing a soft-sweet scent of divine-aroma

To be infamously called “Queen of Mexico”

Her royal love for all

Requested of him to build there a church

For all people who come in search

Thus came the winter rose that day

Door

By

On August 3, 2012

In Poetry

 I was flipping the pages.
To the small handbook of wonder, while
Asking some questions, I’m amazed

It surely seems crazed.

I peered into my soul, to what should we ask?
I know- will you assist me, in each task?

I’m here at your service, or am I the one in need?
Now I know- it shows me, how to plant the seed.

Simply remember, whoever wants truth and light,

Look within for your heart’s insight.

The entire universe is the exercise book- simply do the math.
Not many ways there, I see only one path.

Creating as we wish, we color our book.

The day is complete when giving it a child’s look.

We are free to color it solid black,

Out of fear of a future attack.

But as I kiss the pages and bow low to the floor,

I see your mercy is a wide-open door.

 

 

Open Door

By

On February 29, 2012

In Poetry

I was flipping the pages
My small handbook of wonder,
Asking some questions, I’m amazed
At how it all seems so crazed.

I asked of my soul, to what should I ask?
I know, will you assist me, in each task?

Here at your service,
Or am I the one in need?
Only know- it shows me, how to plant the seed.

You should know, whoever wants truth and light,
Only then will they find it by their own sight.

The entire universe is my
Exercise book
I will only need to do the math.
It is not real, but only a path.

I can color my book,
Create it how I wish –
with just an inward look

I am free to color it black,
In fear of a future attack.
I Can tear out the pages,
Put it down on the floor,

Or shall I keep it as an open door?

Drummer

By

On January 15, 2012

In Poetry

I can’t get in sync with the beat

Of this music

Too slow, sad and full of skips

I’ll just have to

 

Dance and sing along

With my own

Groovy drummer

Who tells me

 

Everything

Is unfolding

Just as it

Should

 

Let’s go towards

The music over here

It is free of fear

And full of cheer

 

Even though

It’s far away and faint

I can still hear

It in my soul

 

The universe is calling

With the sweet beat

And it’s from our source

Of course

Edwina

By

On December 23, 2011

In EPP Board Meetings

I remember the cars parked in the lot
But I don’t know where
I was
Looking up into the pale blue
streaked heavens
Where you floated
In the clouds
I felt protection
with your wings
Out stretched
Laughing as you
Vaporized
Made me
giggle
to
Myself
I loved
That you introduced
From Way up
Huge
In the
Sky
And called yourself
Edwina

 

Henry

By

On December 12, 2011

In Poetry

Henry has a green face

With a rubber band wig

His eyes are googily and each strand

Shakes as I write

His smile is wide with a red tongue

Inside

He has

Blue eye shadow and a triple triangle tie

White stars on his shirt and he smiles

At me as I try to write

A story of my love

Who gave me

Henry…

It

Makes me smile

Inside

As I think about

My love

Christmas

By

On December 12, 2011

In Poetry

An introduction for all to hear

Your love and light so very near

Discard the veil and open your eyes

See our great God without his disguise

 

Sing songs to Christ of love and delight

Awaiting your blessed peace tonight

Each new year with a renewed heart

Full of wonder and might

 

 Sweet, sweet, Jesus

Come back soon and lead us

Your light will soon shine so bright;

Your love will soon be quite a sight

 

Peace for all my brothers and sisters

Sending love to all with guitar blisters

Peace on earth goodwill for all

Is an order quite tall

 

Christmas comes only once a year

Oh baby Jesus; how I would love to hold you near

We love that you came to us; we love that you care

I love that you saved me; from all my despair

 

All your fans here on earth

Celebrate your holy birth

White Light

By

On December 2, 2011

In Poetry

White light -watch over me tonight
They want to scare me
I won’t let it see
Inside my mind
Only God will shine
My guardian at post
Along with all the angelic host

Mother mary, queen of angels
I trust you protect from every angle
No harm will come
I stand in the bright sun
Evil all around
But I haven’t heard a sound
We sit in God’s light
Each and every night

The Accusation

By

On November 17, 2011

In Poetry

I was enjoying a pot of steaming coffee

            Which was ever so kindly brought to me

                        The wait-staff were always so kind

                                    They usually let me study for hours at their table

I was reading “The Way”

            Love that little book

                        St. Thomas wrote it,  I think

                                    Love such little gems

 

I didn’t feel anything

            Nothing warm and I certainly

                        Did not see any light

                                    I mean I didn’t see any special lights around

She looked up at me

            Her two friends facing away

                        I heard the accusation

                                    “Look! That girl is glowing!”

Both turned around in their booth

            Looked directly at me

                        Jaws dropped

                                    And turning back to their friend…

Resumed

Breakfast

 

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