Summer storms a vison of wonder
the darking skies, the rolling thunder
the rising wind, the falling rain
the lightening flash like cymbals crash
this is what I enjoy the wildness of a thunderstorm
Rhythm
A warm spring rain falls softly in the courtyard,
you hear a Latin beat as you quickly move forward
Drenched from head to toe you step into the Tavern
Sidle up to the bar and order something to calm you.
The rhythm from the maracas, tambourine, and guitars
invades your soul, taking you on a fantastic journey.
You watch the senoritas and the senors as they tango,
your foot tapping to the sensuous beat the rhythm of love.
Soon you are swept up into the dance, life is good.
Laughter and love fills you, as the drinks continue to flow.
Soon the rhythm reaches a crescendo and now no longer drenched
you down the last drop of tequila, adjust your hat and return to the world.
you hear a Latin beat as you quickly move forward
Drenched from head to toe you step into the Tavern
Sidle up to the bar and order something to calm you.
The rhythm from the maracas, tambourine, and guitars
invades your soul, taking you on a fantastic journey.
You watch the senoritas and the senors as they tango,
your foot tapping to the sensuous beat the rhythm of love.
Soon you are swept up into the dance, life is good.
Laughter and love fills you, as the drinks continue to flow.
Soon the rhythm reaches a crescendo and now no longer drenched
you down the last drop of tequila, adjust your hat and return to the world.
Love Is A Fleeting Thing
Oh, love is just a fleeting thing
Some see it as a passing fling,
While others grasp and hold on tight
With grip so hard it makes men fight
Now once the love I had for you
would make me glad but now I'm blue
for your love it no longer shines
like sun and stars 'til end of time
To heaven's gate you've gone today,
it's here on earth where I must stay
All alone and lost I shall be
'til Gabriel's horn calls to me
Again I'll see your shining face
with hearts as one we shall embrace
Our love on earth no longer true
For love in heaven now we two
Some see it as a passing fling,
While others grasp and hold on tight
With grip so hard it makes men fight
Now once the love I had for you
would make me glad but now I'm blue
for your love it no longer shines
like sun and stars 'til end of time
To heaven's gate you've gone today,
it's here on earth where I must stay
All alone and lost I shall be
'til Gabriel's horn calls to me
Again I'll see your shining face
with hearts as one we shall embrace
Our love on earth no longer true
For love in heaven now we two
Red Granite Stone
Only a red granite stone marks where I lay
No words of love or wonder on it say
Who I was or if I had been loved
Soon lost to all but God's precious dove
Amongst the headstones of those long gone
I lay there quietly under that red granite stone
Soon any who knew of my birth
Will also lie quietly beneath the earth
Then only this red granite stone
will be here to say that I was born
No time to live, my life taken away
I died upon my first birthday
This red granite stone will always be
the only home ever known to me
An angel of God I will always be
Guardian of my family
No words of love or wonder on it say
Who I was or if I had been loved
Soon lost to all but God's precious dove
Amongst the headstones of those long gone
I lay there quietly under that red granite stone
Soon any who knew of my birth
Will also lie quietly beneath the earth
Then only this red granite stone
will be here to say that I was born
No time to live, my life taken away
I died upon my first birthday
This red granite stone will always be
the only home ever known to me
An angel of God I will always be
Guardian of my family
© November 18, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Metamorphisis
| Bronze Trophy Winner AP Contest RFI Group |
a warm spring day I was in heaven
Healthy and alive that day
I took my grandchild out to play.
To the playground we skipped along,
singing our merry song,
Soon I forgot my age you see,
began to act like a child of three.
Then that came to a sudden halt,
as a sharp pain came like an electric jolt
Down I went on my knees and hands,
I now could not even stand.
From this day forth, my transformation came
so quickly it seems, came the cane.
From that to walker, now power chair,
skin and bones, and thinning hair.
Pills and pain now rule my days,
health is gone so far away.
I still remember that day in May,
when I could still go out and play.
Memories
I remember when I was just a child,
as I watched in awe the changing clouds,
from puffs of white to blobs of dark,
as they smothered the sun.
Then eyes open wide
when lightening streaks
pierced the sky then
from somewhere deep within
that rolling mass a crack, a rumble
came real fast.
As I was this coming vision,
the rain came down in sheets
like ribbon.
As mother tried to pull me away,
I fought her oh so violently.
I loved this change within the air,
the dangers awaiting there.
Soon the clouds they changed again,
as the mass started to spin,
around and down to the ground
Lifting trees, and debris
I continued to watch
almost gleefully.
Then I saw the look of fear,
as momma said let's get out of here.
So I went to someplace safe,
so that look would leave my momma's face.
Still today an aging wreck,
a storm in summer,
I love to watch, still
my mother shakes her head
in awe, wondering what it is
I saw.
as I watched in awe the changing clouds,
from puffs of white to blobs of dark,
as they smothered the sun.
Then eyes open wide
when lightening streaks
pierced the sky then
from somewhere deep within
that rolling mass a crack, a rumble
came real fast.
As I was this coming vision,
the rain came down in sheets
like ribbon.
As mother tried to pull me away,
I fought her oh so violently.
I loved this change within the air,
the dangers awaiting there.
Soon the clouds they changed again,
as the mass started to spin,
around and down to the ground
Lifting trees, and debris
I continued to watch
almost gleefully.
Then I saw the look of fear,
as momma said let's get out of here.
So I went to someplace safe,
so that look would leave my momma's face.
Still today an aging wreck,
a storm in summer,
I love to watch, still
my mother shakes her head
in awe, wondering what it is
I saw.
On The Farm
A cloudless sky, a sunny day,
the perfect time to turn the hay.
As the rake turns round and round,
a rhythmic beat makes a wondrous sound.
The hay is flipped once again,
still there is no sign of rain.
As the tractor chugs along,
the rake and motor sing their song.
With sun shining down right now,
beads of sweat drip from the brow.
Wiped away with an old red rag,
quickly drenched like the old gray nag.
Soon the time comes to bail the hay,
and save it for the winter's day.
To feed the livestock on the farm,
as tails swish away flies that swarm.
The hay now bailed, placed in stacks,
ready for winter's ground attacks.
The tractor now is put away,
waiting for another day
When again it will be used to yield,
corn and wheat from every field.
I could write this poem very long,&
but the message now is very strong.
A day on the farm still the same,
time to quit and give this a name.
On the Farm the title will be,
a nice quick read for you and me.
the perfect time to turn the hay.
As the rake turns round and round,
a rhythmic beat makes a wondrous sound.
The hay is flipped once again,
still there is no sign of rain.
As the tractor chugs along,
the rake and motor sing their song.
With sun shining down right now,
beads of sweat drip from the brow.
Wiped away with an old red rag,
quickly drenched like the old gray nag.
Soon the time comes to bail the hay,
and save it for the winter's day.
To feed the livestock on the farm,
as tails swish away flies that swarm.
The hay now bailed, placed in stacks,
ready for winter's ground attacks.
The tractor now is put away,
waiting for another day
When again it will be used to yield,
corn and wheat from every field.
I could write this poem very long,&
but the message now is very strong.
A day on the farm still the same,
time to quit and give this a name.
On the Farm the title will be,
a nice quick read for you and me.
Sea Song
The trumpet of the conch shell
sounds across the sea
Calling to the creatures there
then floats gently to the surface
For humankind to see
like teardrops for eternity
© November 17, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Heron
The graceful Heron a waterfowl, as quiet as the Great White Owl.
Settles down amongst the reeds, of the swamplands so they can feed
With one leg poised for instant lift, their wingspan is their greatest gift.
As they gaze through the mire, there is just one thing to which they aspire
With elongated beaks of such proportions they find and grab tasty portions
To nurture their fledgling nest, and protect them from certain death
But soon it seems their fate will be, complete extinction you must agree
For man's quest for fossil fuels, and an absence of moral scruples
Have poisoned oceans, seas and shores, with dispersant, oil and more
Without regards to repercussions in their quest for more production
Man sees fit to cause destruction, to all life without remorse or discussion
In his quest to possess he has caused our world much distress
Natures gifts to human kind, seem destined to become entwined
Within man's mighty grasp, Nature's voice now just a gasp
Soon her death we will perceive, but way too late to intercede
When the animals of the land, sea and air, are no longer here or there
Or will man change his ways today, before this problem comes to stay.
If he doesn't then soon we'll see other life on earth will cease to be.
When this comes a new age begins, one without the touch of man.
© October 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Settles down amongst the reeds, of the swamplands so they can feed
With one leg poised for instant lift, their wingspan is their greatest gift.
As they gaze through the mire, there is just one thing to which they aspire
With elongated beaks of such proportions they find and grab tasty portions
To nurture their fledgling nest, and protect them from certain death
But soon it seems their fate will be, complete extinction you must agree
For man's quest for fossil fuels, and an absence of moral scruples
Have poisoned oceans, seas and shores, with dispersant, oil and more
Without regards to repercussions in their quest for more production
Man sees fit to cause destruction, to all life without remorse or discussion
In his quest to possess he has caused our world much distress
Natures gifts to human kind, seem destined to become entwined
Within man's mighty grasp, Nature's voice now just a gasp
Soon her death we will perceive, but way too late to intercede
When the animals of the land, sea and air, are no longer here or there
Or will man change his ways today, before this problem comes to stay.
If he doesn't then soon we'll see other life on earth will cease to be.
When this comes a new age begins, one without the touch of man.
© October 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
But for...
A lonely old woman walks,
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds
No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.
She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.
Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"
Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.
Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds
No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.
She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.
Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"
Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.
Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .
Cherry On Top
∫
🍎
A
Banana Cream Pie,
or a banana split. Isn’t
complete, without this bit.
A Cherry on Top for all to see,
the sweetest of the entire treat.
Ice Cream, whipped cream
fruity flavors abound,
But none can compare
to the one that's round.
So make that shake,
and that sundae treat.
Top it off with that
luscious sweet
Cherry on Top
the best one
yet. The one
sweetest
for you
to get
!
Lilacs In Bloom
When lilacs first in my backyard bloom,
their scent and color remove all gloom,
The sunny skies, the soft warm rain,
allows them to live again.
But as the days begin to change,
their scent and color fades and then
The petals they begin to fall,
welcoming summer in for all,
The early rise of lilacs reign,
resigns to summer’s mighty campaign,
to nurture the earth for growth of plants,
from corn to wheat with just a glance.
The grains that have been grown,
as fall arrives will soon be sown,
To become the source for many juices, oils, and bread,
for those on earth who shall be fed.
As the season begins to change,
the land the workers will rearrange,
In preparation for winter’s roar,
as many birds begin to soar,
The lilac bush it’s leaves now gone,
prepared to receive winter’s dawn,
Quietly it lies in wait,
for the snowy days to abate
Then again as the cycle turns,
the sun will then begin to burn,
Away the snow from all the land,
to warm the earth where lilacs stand,
The cycle now begins again,
with sunny skies and soft warm rain
When lilacs first in my backyard bloom,
their scent and color remove all gloom.
their scent and color remove all gloom,
The sunny skies, the soft warm rain,
allows them to live again.
But as the days begin to change,
their scent and color fades and then
The petals they begin to fall,
welcoming summer in for all,
The early rise of lilacs reign,
resigns to summer’s mighty campaign,
to nurture the earth for growth of plants,
from corn to wheat with just a glance.
The grains that have been grown,
as fall arrives will soon be sown,
To become the source for many juices, oils, and bread,
for those on earth who shall be fed.
As the season begins to change,
the land the workers will rearrange,
In preparation for winter’s roar,
as many birds begin to soar,
The lilac bush it’s leaves now gone,
prepared to receive winter’s dawn,
Quietly it lies in wait,
for the snowy days to abate
Then again as the cycle turns,
the sun will then begin to burn,
Away the snow from all the land,
to warm the earth where lilacs stand,
The cycle now begins again,
with sunny skies and soft warm rain
When lilacs first in my backyard bloom,
their scent and color remove all gloom.
Lilacs
The Scent of Lilacs is in the air,
Bringing hopes of spring everywhere.
Soon we'll see the butterflies,
for now the blooms just begin to rise.
Slowly as the days march by,
the lilacs wither with a sigh.
As summer comes and days grow long,
Mother Earth sings her song.
It's into autumn now we go,
as vivid colors around us flow.
The trees prepare for winter’s prize,
the leaves floating to earth
like butterflies
For now the trees will prepare,
to receive winter’s roar,
without a care.
The air turns cold,
then snowflakes fall,
as the frost
from Jack surrounds us all.
Then, as winter fades away,
with the warmth of spring.
day by day, Mother's song
begins again,
while softly falls
the springtime rain.
As sunshine spreads and rain subsides
The arc of color no longer hides
The rainbow now no longer there,
The Scent of lilacs in the air.
Bringing hopes of spring everywhere.
Soon we'll see the butterflies,
for now the blooms just begin to rise.
Slowly as the days march by,
the lilacs wither with a sigh.
As summer comes and days grow long,
Mother Earth sings her song.
It's into autumn now we go,
as vivid colors around us flow.
The trees prepare for winter’s prize,
the leaves floating to earth
like butterflies
For now the trees will prepare,
to receive winter’s roar,
without a care.
The air turns cold,
then snowflakes fall,
as the frost
from Jack surrounds us all.
Then, as winter fades away,
with the warmth of spring.
day by day, Mother's song
begins again,
while softly falls
the springtime rain.
As sunshine spreads and rain subsides
The arc of color no longer hides
The rainbow now no longer there,
The Scent of lilacs in the air.
But for...
A lonely old woman walks,
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds
No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.
She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.
Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"
Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.
Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .
Slowly from her domicile,
Eyes flashing as a train passes,
Closely by the sacred grounds
No longer an ostrich with her
Head in the sand, she rises up
Proudly past an orgy of madness
Into the chamber as a chorus
Of indolence assails her senses.
She says, "Give me back my freedom"
Raising her cane and shaking it angrily,
"and to those who you ignore,
The pleas of the masses, only to
Give rise to indecency and deceit.
Drowning out the cries of the lost,
You who pass by those in rags,
On the streets in disgust. For it is
Said, "there but for the grace of God, go I"
Remember, those down-trodden, for if
You continue to ignore the cries of those in need
You may no longer have the grace of God, upon you.
Then she turned and quietly left,
smiling from the look of amazement and disbelief
upon the faces of the congressmen .
Land of Dreams v1
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Magical faeries grasp my hand,
and take me to another land.
Pink sails billow from the wind
as I sail upon a shining sea.
Faeries, elves and starry skies,
musical sounds caress my mind
Chocolate drops of rain fall down,
as the faeries dance around.
The man sits within the moon,
and treats of sweets at my feet
Once again I turn the page
and new visions come my way
Stories from around the world
of faeries, dragons and leprechauns
Soon I fall into the land of dreams
where the faeries take me away
The Beauty Within..v2
Maybe they wear glasses, or they've got crooked teeth
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sallly she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Bobby he's overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sallly she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Bobby he's overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
Momma's lost
Momma's lost her sense of smell,
it makes her dangerous as hell.
I have to watch her with an eagle's eye
so she doesn't eat some rotten pie.
Daily now I check the food and drinks
To make sure it doesn't stink.
So that the meals she eats,
don't end up being nasty treats.
The loss of smell has it's perks,
no longer woke up with a jerk.
By the skunk out on the lawn,
who scents the plants at dawn.
it makes her dangerous as hell.
I have to watch her with an eagle's eye
so she doesn't eat some rotten pie.
Daily now I check the food and drinks
To make sure it doesn't stink.
So that the meals she eats,
don't end up being nasty treats.
The loss of smell has it's perks,
no longer woke up with a jerk.
By the skunk out on the lawn,
who scents the plants at dawn.
Nicotine
Oh! That nasty nicotine,
takes your fat and leaves you lean;
but once the weight is all gone..
nothing's left but skin and bones
Then new problems will arrive,
no longer able to survive..
First you'll struggle to draw a breath,
and still pick up that nasty cigarette.
Past your lips you'll draw the smoke;
into your lungs you'll take that toke.
Then that nasty little drug;
will attach itself to things in your blood.
Once that wicked deed is done;
you'll not quit with just that one.
Now you're hooked you've been reeled in.
this is as bad as vodka or gin.
Rehab may be your only route;
to give this habit the final boot.
But with support and determination;
you'll be free of this frustration.
So don't give up keep on trying,
it's better by far than the buying-
another pack to keep you sane--
when it really causes pain.
takes your fat and leaves you lean;
but once the weight is all gone..
nothing's left but skin and bones
Then new problems will arrive,
no longer able to survive..
First you'll struggle to draw a breath,
and still pick up that nasty cigarette.
Past your lips you'll draw the smoke;
into your lungs you'll take that toke.
Then that nasty little drug;
will attach itself to things in your blood.
Once that wicked deed is done;
you'll not quit with just that one.
Now you're hooked you've been reeled in.
this is as bad as vodka or gin.
Rehab may be your only route;
to give this habit the final boot.
But with support and determination;
you'll be free of this frustration.
So don't give up keep on trying,
it's better by far than the buying-
another pack to keep you sane--
when it really causes pain.
Land of Dreams v2
The land of dreams it calls to me
memories of sugary creams
Pink billowing sails a ship at sea
The land of dreams
Magical faeries grasp my hands
as chocolate drops of rain fall down
taking me to another land
Musical sounds caress my mind
as faeries dance on moonbeams
once again the clock rewinds
The land of dreams
memories of sugary creams
Pink billowing sails a ship at sea
The land of dreams
Magical faeries grasp my hands
as chocolate drops of rain fall down
taking me to another land
Musical sounds caress my mind
as faeries dance on moonbeams
once again the clock rewinds
The land of dreams
Faeries
Magical faeries grasp my hand
I float away across the sea
Soon a shore with silvery sand
Pink billowing sails guiding me
Chocolate drops of rain fall down
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Faeries and I now dance around
On the shores of silvery sand
Melodies from a faeries band
Caresses, soothes my weary mind
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Gentle songs I have longed to find
A starry night a silver moon
Brings magic of a concert band
Softly dreams floating like balloons
Magical faeries grasp my hand
I float away across the sea
Soon a shore with silvery sand
Pink billowing sails guiding me
Chocolate drops of rain fall down
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Faeries and I now dance around
On the shores of silvery sand
Melodies from a faeries band
Caresses, soothes my weary mind
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Gentle songs I have longed to find
A starry night a silver moon
Brings magic of a concert band
Softly dreams floating like balloons
Magical faeries grasp my hand
Recipe for Disaster
Recipe for Disaster
In a large bowl, place 3 unrelated thoughts,
separated from a swiss cheese brain. Whip into frenzy, then add a dash of confusion and beat until stiff peaks form. Set aside. In saucepan mix strength and courage, with a pinch of stubbornness. Let boil over medium heat stirring constantly until mixture forms a hard ball; then remove from heat and pout into large bowl, a fine stream beating constantly until glossy. When beaten well add a teaspoon of insanity, along with a touch of impatience. Then spread unevenly into an oblong pan and try to wait until cool. © 6/3/2010 M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved |
After the Storm
as you try to quietly enter the archaic garden of greenery,
and once colorful petals of the ancient mansion,
alerting those seeking shelter within,
causing a cachophy of noise, as they skitter about.
A stab of pain pierces your heart as
you observe the desolation after the storm,
the promenade is riddled with debris from the breath of Zeus,
an uneasiness surrounds you as you gasp, breaking the silence
with your voice, talking is useless, no one will hear you, you're alone
A vision of what once was floats into your memories,
but quickly fades as you look around
stunned at the destruction that has come
to this once beautiful place
No longer a haven of solitude and peacefulness,
now only a broken memory; a shell of what once was.
Tearfully, you begin to pick up the battered remnants
of your past. Wallowing in sorrow, lost-
with only fleeting moments of happiness,
quickly replaced by grief and sorrow.
The storm has passed but the remnants
of it's fury remain and seems to laugh
at the pain and destruction it has left.
Meeting of The Muses
Calliope and Euterpe always seem
to be nagging me,
On my shoulders they are poised,
planting thoughts and making noise.
Then up jumps Terpsichore
with her sing-song voice,
and now my poetry
starts on another course.
But Thalia chimes in and tells a joke,
a bit of humor now is invoked.
Clio she is miffed, "Where's the history?"
So now I'm really in a tiff.
Erato cries, "Where's your heart?"
Her passionate scream gives me a start.
Urania says, "Remember the Stars!"
I'd rather be counting cars.
Calliope now is in my ear,
"Tell the others get out of here!"
Euterpe grabs the other one,
"I think it's really my turn, hun."
Polyhymnia she has her say,
"Remember now, it's time to pray."
Melpomene sits back quietly,
saddened by this revelry.
Back and forth
they continue to battle,
I'm getting tired
of all their prattle
Finally Melpomene says, "Enough!"
"It's time to quit!"
"No more hints,
not one wee bit"
One by one they fade away
ending this
meeting of the muses
for another day.
© September 5, 2010. M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Mystical
Mystical tales from ancient landsA mighty dragon he regalesnature's elements hands to handsMystical tales
Elementals in mystic veilsFaeries circle in forest standsBless knights in search of holy grails
Celtic lore tells of holy landsof dragons, and the banshee wailsHow death was served with loving handsMystical tales
Contemplation
As I closed my eyes last night,
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Again a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what came into my view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Again a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what came into my view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
The Beauty Within..
THE BEAUTY WITHIN..
Maybe they wear glasses, or they've got crooked teeth
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sally she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and she seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
They may be fat and ugly, clumsy with two left feet.
Because you can't get past this to see what lies underneath
You're unable to really see the beauty in their souls.
They've qualities deep inside, much nicer than any of yours.
Your beauty's only skin deep, theirs goes through and through.
Sally she's artistic can draw the most beautiful scenes.
But she's got a lisp and she seems to slur her speech.
So you jeer and taunt her, and flaunt your looks supreme.
Your beauty's only skin deep, and you are oh so vain.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
Selfish and self-centered, greed and lust your friend
One day you'll no longer be that beauty king or queen.
Bobby he's a bit overweight, but the stories he can write.
Can paint for you a wonderland of mystery and delight.
But you just ignore his words, and call him awful names.
While you grow old and ugly, their beauty will still shine
They've shared their hearts with everyone, inspiring the mind.
While you've only cared about yourself, selfish and unkind.
© M Suzanne Wyatt, All rights reserved
Never Dear
Never did you hear my cry,
nor did you ever see me try.
No first words, no first steps,
no temper tantrums or missteps.
No knowing whether I was a girl or boy,
or watching me grow, no tears of joy.
I'll never see your smiling face,
as I walk down the aisle with grace.
You'll never hold your grandchild near,
you'll never, ever hold me dear.
nor did you ever see me try.
No first words, no first steps,
no temper tantrums or missteps.
No knowing whether I was a girl or boy,
or watching me grow, no tears of joy.
I'll never see your smiling face,
as I walk down the aisle with grace.
You'll never hold your grandchild near,
you'll never, ever hold me dear.
Love and Memories
The old quill pen is dipped in ink of blue,
while the old woman sips upon her brew,
as a tape plays softly in the air,
an older song called "Running Bear"
Ooo-gash-a-gow-ooo the rhythm goes,
as the old woman taps her toes.
In tune it seems to the drummer's beat,
she usually can't even move her feet.
Lost in time upon her porch
her sister writes letters of retort,
To her loved one long since dead,
though she still sees him in her head.
Here I sit upon my knees
watching this with reverency
As I prepare tonight's treat,
strawberries their favorite sweet.
I bow my head so they can't see
the tears that are flowing so free.
For I know soon will be their fate
gone from earth to heaven's gate.
I sit here watching quietly
as two old women whom I love,
bask in the sunlight while I kneel
down upon my knees
thanking our Lord
for giving me
these two ladies
to love every day.
As a tape of Sonny James
plays softly in the air
an older song
called "Running Bear"
while the old woman sips upon her brew,
as a tape plays softly in the air,
an older song called "Running Bear"
Ooo-gash-a-gow-ooo the rhythm goes,
as the old woman taps her toes.
In tune it seems to the drummer's beat,
she usually can't even move her feet.
Lost in time upon her porch
her sister writes letters of retort,
To her loved one long since dead,
though she still sees him in her head.
Here I sit upon my knees
watching this with reverency
As I prepare tonight's treat,
strawberries their favorite sweet.
I bow my head so they can't see
the tears that are flowing so free.
For I know soon will be their fate
gone from earth to heaven's gate.
I sit here watching quietly
as two old women whom I love,
bask in the sunlight while I kneel
down upon my knees
thanking our Lord
for giving me
these two ladies
to love every day.
As a tape of Sonny James
plays softly in the air
an older song
called "Running Bear"
Contemplation
As I had closed my eyes last night,
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Then a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what then came into view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
a flash of blue just caught my sight
Soon this had turned to shades of black
as shades of purple drew me back.
Then a rainbow came into view
a phantasm from reds to blues
Then a curtain began to fall
but an orb of light centered all
Soon the light a hue of blue
softened what then came into view
A flash of golden on my right,
a smiling face came into sight.
As I entered a dreamlike state,
colors blend to reveal my fate
My Last Dime
Down to my last dime,
the kids all want to have a good time
But the bills are all paid,
so I just can't complain
We're not out in the street,
we've got plenty of heat.
Just wish we had a bit extra to eat.
Maybe next month we'll have a bit more
the kids are all hungry as they walk out the door.
Off to school they go as I wish I had more,
than a few saltines to give them to devour.
When will it end?
the kids all want to have a good time
But the bills are all paid,
so I just can't complain
We're not out in the street,
we've got plenty of heat.
Just wish we had a bit extra to eat.
Maybe next month we'll have a bit more
the kids are all hungry as they walk out the door.
Off to school they go as I wish I had more,
than a few saltines to give them to devour.
When will it end?
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