Sunday, March 18, 2007

A GIFT

Happiness . . . holding hands
with suspended time . . .
flickering flames casting shadows of dreams . . .
Remembering yesterday's stolen kiss . . .
Or, seeing the exuberance
of undaunted youth
excited in their own discoveries.

Happiness . . . counting colors
in Autumn's leaves . . .
Tasting rain that relieves
a long dry period . . .
Listening to the wind
whistling outside a snug cabin . . .
Or, basking in the warmth of
rocking a baby to sleep.

Happiness . . . that state of being
which is so solid in the contentment . . .
of quiet hours and so alive
in the breath of bustling activity. . .
But more than anything else
the realization that the gift
of life is yours to enjoy.
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Hi, to all of you . . . my special blogger friends.
I am taking a break from blogging for about a month or so.
Need to give lots of attention to our newest family member, Jake.
Having a puppy is wonderful , but lots of work too.
Also, our son will be leaving us soon for college, and I don't want to
miss any of the special times we will be sharing . . . those moments will never come again, and I can't miss a single second spent with him.
Just not enough time now . . . for writing . . . or visiting your wonderful blogs . . .
Will try and visit now and then. . .


Will miss all of you . . .
Till I return. . .
Be happy . . . take care . . . enjoy life . . . and be well.
Love to all!

Margie :)




Thursday, March 15, 2007

NOWHERE

The way to nowhere is a beautiful road
that winds through the Garden of Fairest Dreams . . .
No pebbles of Cares are ever found there . . .
And Nature with softest rays of soul light gleams!

Where the highway to Nowhere comes to an end
there gorgeous flowers of haunting Heartsease grow . . .
and rest lies deep within the shadows that creep . . .
in the land where the winds of contentment blow!

There are no hours of time in this magic land
For the sun never rises, nor does it set . . .
For the light that shines apart comes from the heart . . .
in the throbbing breasts of those who live . . .
in the land of "Contentment, No Cares, No Fret!"

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

ADORATION

The love a dog will give to you
remains a thing forever true . . .
Nothing in the world can dim it
completely yours, every minute . . .
Constant as the day is long
Such a love is forever strong . . .
All you have to do to earn it
is take it, cherish and return it!

(Dedicated to Jake . . . my new Best Friend!)

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

MY HEART SINGS

Caged like a bird with drooping wings
my heart kept fluttering deep within . . .
One day it broke the prison walls . . .
and let the God of love come in!
And now my heart just sings and sings!

Sunday, March 11, 2007

THINGS I LIKE

I like the radiance of the sun
and the friends in my life . . . that add so much joy and fun!

I like the beacon in the light
and the stars at night.

I like the ebb in the tide
and the ocean deep and wide.

I like the ripple in the sea
and the thrill that's left to me.

I like the silver in the moon
and the summer's sweet bloom!



Friday, March 09, 2007

MY NEW BEST FRIEND

His name is Jake. He became a member of our family today! We are so thrilled and happy to have him join our family! I would write a poem about him, but, the little guy tired me out today. Jake is sleeping now, after a very busy day. I guess I had better get to bed, as I know Jake will be waking me up soon!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

LIFE WITH A MEANING

Jumbled thoughts, gushing, rushing
pertrubing, distrubing,
this mind of mine for an outlet.

Wording, phrasing, sentencing.
Periods, commas, question marks,
No polish - just words!

Life is like that 'til we give it a pitch
Then comes music - harmony, improvised!

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

COURAGE

May you always have the courage of the violet
sweet and brave . . . peeping out, as if to say . . .

There is nothing small or great
can keep me down today!

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

FRIENDS OF YESTERDAY

Here's to the friends of yesterday
We know not where they are . . .
But the fragrance of their friendship . . .
steals to us from afar.
Here's to their smiles and happy songs . . .
that mingled with our own.
Here's to the loving thoughts we send
to them, when we're alone.

And though we cannot see them
Tonight, we know they're here.
The knowledge of their presence
comes to us, sweet and clear.
Though they are absent and silent . . .
With us, many a vacant chair . . .
like the vase, all shattered and broken . . .
the rose fragrance lingers there!


Sunday, March 04, 2007

COME SWEET SPRINGTIME

Come sweet springtime, oh springtime come quickly
Banish the chilly winds of winter again . . .
Open your doors of your treasures . . .
to gladden the souls who are weary of winter's reign!

Touch with your soft carressing fingers
the buds that are swelling on shrub and tree . . .
Linger a while among the birches . . .
Waken them from their dormancy!

Stop a while to flirt with the maples
Whisper sweet nothings where willows sway . . .
Sing to all creatures a song of gladness . . .
Loosen the bonds of winter today!

With magic touch awaken the flowers
Beckon the birds to sing to me . . .
Smile on the face of the ice bound rivers . . .
And send them tumbling down to the sea!

For we are weary, weary of winter
Its charms have faded and are no more . . .
Come sweet springtime, oh springtime come quickly . . .
Bring us the joys we are looking for!

Friday, March 02, 2007

ENSLAVED

Oh, the beauties of earth enslave me
I have searched so often in vain . ..
for the first wild woodland blossoms . . .
awakened by April's warm rain.

I have stood for hours enraptured
by the sights and sounds of spring . . .
I am a slave to the wild, sweet music . . .
of song birds on the wing.

Only last night I stood spellbound
at the evening sky's display . . .
where the red-bordered sun was sinking . . .
as it bid farwell to the day.

And its beauty ensnared my senses . . .
and a vision came to me then . . .
of a stairway leading to heaven's gate . . .
that could be traveled by children, women and men.

But the flaming sky drew its mantle of dusk
to hide the glory from view . . .
And the night grew dark , yet the spell remained . . .
until I felt the first kiss of the morning dew!

Thursday, March 01, 2007

STORM

When clouds break in a dreary sky
and birds toward sheltered branches fly . . .
I sit in weary solitude . . .
engulfed by some enchanted mood.

The grayness that fortells a storm . . .
stirs feelings in my veins so warm.
Through half-closed lids I watch the worry . . .
of countless clouds that seem to hurry.

The will of Him who cautions all . . .
shall soon command the rain to fall.
And as the drops slowly hit the ground . . .
It makes such a musically pleasant sound.
While others fret and wish for warm . . .
I'm quite happy in a pensive storm!