FOR A YOUNG DAUGHTER

You who love all little things
A humming bird with shiny wings
A violet, a blade of grass
Whispering when at dusk You pass
You who love each little note
Lilting from a young bird's throat
Who put into the sky at night
Tiny bits of golden light
Called stars, and in the sky by day
Wisps of clouds; to You I pray
Watch over her! I would not dare
Call your attention to this small prayer
But oh, she is so very small
You might not notice her at all!
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I wrote this poem when my daughter was a little girl ... she just recently got married ...

VERSIFIER (To my Husband)

"You say you have no style for poetry."

Do you know you write each day

A lovely poem formed through your kindness

Of the love words you would say.

That bouquet you bought this morning

Full of beauty, color, shade

Brought its cheer with tender rhythm

Thoughtfulness ... a rich brocade.

Yes! you write me poems of beauty

Words and deeds blend each a part

In the beauteous songs of gladness

That transforms both mind and heart.

INSPIRATION

A little bird poured out his soul in song
Not knowing its melody sweet and strong ...
Reached a child who was ill, making him smile ...
Or that an old man who listened awhile ...
Was cheered, resolving to fight life anew ...
Just as the bird lifted his wings and flew ...
He perched on a bough some distance away ...
So unaware of hope he gave that day ...
God's messengers of song play a big part ...
In aiding young and old to take new heart.

MEMORIAL

She unlocked the door of his tool-shed

She took a spade and hoe ...

A rake - and a ball of twine ...

To measure the garden row.

She brought none of his skill to the gardening

Just a poignantly awkward grace ...

But never, since the day he died ...

Have I seen such peace in her face.

LAST NIGHT I DIED

Last night I died!

My soul in poignancy detached from earthy ties.

Last night eternity seemed something tangible, something I had known

all along but could not define.

Eternity - winging through hazy recollections of beautiful dream clouds of fantasy, drifting on and on serenely,

endless in space - hearing soft fluttering whispers

of the night, whisperings of love, of happiness and peace.

Beautiful longings - crystalizing into life's sublime ultimatum

soaring on, ever on, drinking, sipping, toxifying

nectar held out to me, beckoning, tantalizingly real.

Last Night I Died!

ADVERSITY

There came into life one day

A grave perplexity

O'ershadowing my every hour

With deep anxiety.

Then reason came and calmy said:
"Such grieving should not be

This care will seem a little thing

In life's entirety."

Thus reason spoke and I gave heed

Now vexing thoughts to me

Are viewed as a somber thread

In life's rich tapestry.

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(Paula, I hope you read this poem, I wrote it for you)

OLD LOVE AND NEW

First love is young love

Is hope and zest

But old love

Is tried love

And tried love

Oh, tried love is best.

Young love is always

Is likened as

Of gold

But love that is

Tried love

Is always new

Tho' old.

But tried love

Is dear love

Is true love

That stands the test

Of time

And tried love

This is a love sublime

In face of all

Divine!

TREE SYMPHONY

Trees, dancing in the breeze, thrill me

Trees, silent, still and tall, move me

Trees, charming at dawn, greet me

Trees, vibrant at night, rest me

Trees, scatt'ring sunbeams, inspire me

Trees, gleaming in the moonlight, sing to me

Trees, adorned with crystal raindrops, mystify me

Trees, robed in spotless snow, purify me

Trees, attracting merry birds, delight me

Trees, whisp'ring heart to heart, teach me

Trees, stirring in springtime, awaken me

Trees, aglow in autumn, enrich me

Trees, breathing out life-giving essence, reach me

Trees, revealing the Infinite, exalt me!

DISCOVERY

Ah!

Here it comes again

Giggling

Effervescent ...

It begins in the lowest levels of my belly

Creeps up to engulf my heart

Lightens my head ...

It makes me dizzy

Laughter bubbles about inside my mouth

Tickling my teeth ...

Dancing on my tongue

Bursting out!

See how it brightens the sun ...

Clears the skies

Softens the rain

Everyone smiles ...

"She's in love" they whisper

And I hear

Am I?

I am ... oh, yes

I

Am ...

I love the person

Who is

Me!

MY SON

When he was born I looked at him and thought:

What a precious little one.

I looked at him again and said: Is this

My son?

When he was three I looked at him and thought:

His troubles have just begun.

Look at him pucker his baby lips. How can I say:

No, son!

When he was five he started to school

His strong little legs in a run.

I saw him stumble and bump his nose. I cried:

O, son!

When he was seventeen he finished high school

With the highest of honors won.

I looked at him and proudly said: This is

My son!

O, world of turmoil

With your race for the young to run,

I beg you: Please be careful what you do with

MY SON!

I MAY ALWAYS

I may always have

Tomorrow to walk

In the rain but I would

Rather do it now.

I may always have

Tomorrow to sit

On a rock and look

At the rushing water

Of a mountain stream

But I would rather

Do it now.

I may always have

Tomorrow to watch

A crackling fire in

The fireplace but

I would rather do it now.

I may always have

Tomorrow to say

"I love you" but

I would rather

Tell you now!

I WISH YOU HONESTY

For you I have a simple wish
Not unkind or otherwise
Just a wish for your entire life...

I wish you honesty.
Honesty for you between your
Own heart and mind
And also the hearts and minds of others...

I'll wish that you believe what
You hear yourself say
And trust that others will do the same ...

For you, your acts will admonish
Your thoughts
If what you say is really what
You feel ...

In years to pass I shall remember
My honesty to you and yours to me
I shall wonder if you were honest
With me ...

If I take long in deciding
I shall add together what it cost me
Honesty is free but priceless
So what we shared is beyond
Human value to me ...

If in your own mind you believe
You were honest with me
We shall part as friends
If not
I wish you honesty!

Band of colors -

Cover a mountain

Rainbow

MY HOSTESS

Day opened wide her silver gates for me
And sent a golden sunbeam for my guide ...

She tossed a bluebird into bluer skies ...

And poured a song in grass along my side.

Day sprinkled flowers on the meadow's green

Like jewels lying on a velvet spread ...

And hung ripe apples on the swaying trees ...

Then turned the sunset skies to flamimg red.

Day proved to be a friend to me, indeed

She took the sadness my heart had known ...

Then gave me loveliness in place of tears ...

And brushed her laughing lips against my own.

THOUGHTS

Day and night they travel onward

Hour by hour as on parade ...

Some thoughts travel on to action

Some at home forever stayed ...

Some are languid passing onward

Leaving not a joy or pain ...

Transient as the smiles that greet us

Never to return again.

Thoughts can mar our souls

Forever blighting beauty from within ...

Sealing there our hearts forever

As in bondage so grim ...

Others soar to heights of glory
Wielding power that bringeth fame ...

Sweet the thoughts with flower's laden scented

As perfume they came ...

As ye think therefore ye liveth

Soar thou high above the rife ...

Feed thy soul with living beauty

For as ye think ye fashion life.

TO MARY

Your voice is silent, hushed in that deep sleep

But still-water, flowing

By the path we used to take,

In understanding music tells the things

That only you could say to me.

My surety of this is past all knowing.

My hand is empty ... wanting your dear touch,

But through the day

And most of all at sunset, one gold ray

Of light ... articulate

Reaches to clasp my all-too-wistful fingers

With loving caress.

The night beside me stands and stoops and lingers,

To tell me of your nearness.

Then sets the stars
That never have been there before your going

To guide my sleeping thoughts, seeking, forever seeking

Your too-missed, too-absent, dearness

IN THE ATTIC

I went up to the attic

One lonesome rainy day

For there on days such as this

My children used to play.

A swing tied to the rafters

And old board for a seat

And yonder stood a pair of shoes

Minus the little feet.

A doll in a doll cradle

A pencl and a pad

And on the pad was written -

"From David to my dear Dad."

A table in the corner

A hobby-horse and chair

And old couch in the shadow

Day-dreaming I sat there.

The darkness and the quiet

The patter of the rain

Soothed me to quiet slumber

Their laughter I heard again.

The clouds then stopped their weeping

Like mine their tears were spent

The sun shone on the roses

Whose bush the rain had bent.

A HAPPY THOUGHT

Have you ever noticed

How varied folks can be

How some are springs

And some are wells ...

And when it comes to me

I think that I'm a bit of both

A wellspring ... do you see?

For much that flows

From deep within

Comes bubbling out so free ...

Filling up each lovely day

As easy as can be

And where it all must come from

Is a mystery to me ...

But isn't it a happy thought

To stop and think a bit

That when we're simply being

We are blest by it!

ONCE I ENVIED

Once I envied the fishes

Their crystal halls of sea

And the lark its flight

Up heaven's height

Where I could never be.

I envied the sky its sunsets

The grass its dew of dawn

And the bee his secret shining hours

Beside the rose in her honeyed bowers

With crimson petals drawn.

But you have brought me sea and sky

Heart of flowers and dew

Though now all choices were offered me

I would choose of all to be

Lying here with you!

MORNING WALK

I couldn't take a walk today

For a dam broke in the sky

And flooded all creation

With rain-storms rushing by.

So I went to roam instead

Through meadows in the mind

And found forgotten flowers

On hillsides I once climbed.

Within there is a universe

As boundless as the one we see

Divine Mind, in us, infinite

Where, rain or fair, we wander free.

MOTHER

She put her eager hands about my life

And led me out into the bright new day ...

The clean, cool wind blew through my laughing hair

All wonder glowed upon my waiting face ...

She taught me how to love the great, tall things

We practiced how the robin tells his soul ...

She showed me how a rain-pool holds the world

How I could give a sunset-full of love!

A FRIEND LOVETH AT ALL TIMES

Though friends may make some errors

Sometimes not up to par ...

Their virtues still are many ...

So we love them as they are

We, too, oft fail to measure ...

To what we ought to be

We want our friends to love us

And give us loyalty ...

Allow for human frailty

Just stress whate'er is best ...

Then love will never falter

But meet true friendship's test!

THE GARDEN

The garden is a magic place

All full of scent and sound

Summer has enchanted it

And drawn a circle round.

The bees and hummingbirds have come

The air is filled with wings -

Finches, robins, larks and wrens

Here everybody sings!

The flowers are drenched with sun and rain

And they are singing, too

A symphony of color-blend

Beneath a cloak of blue.

At night the moon and the stars gleam down

The garden's fairyland

A world of fantasy and dreams

In summer's gentle hand.

IN THE END, A BEGINNING

I find the end of life may be
Far better than the start
I carry so much more of love
Within a grateful heart ~

I've learned a lot there was to learn
And though there is much more
I know the joy of learning now
As I could not before ~

I have compassion I had not
When I was very young
Friendships so meaningful to me
Echo like songs I've sung ~

I've coped with life and fear
And think I can survive
The tragedies and painful hours
That may yet some day arrive

But if I am granted the time
I have wisdom to try
And make myself more than I am
Before my time to die.

TO - MORROW

No need to worry for the to-morrow
Life will be what we make of it to-day ...
From this day's joy, I shall never borrow
To-morrow's need, I shall not have to pay ...
To-day is ours, just all we have to live
No other day we ever have to fear ...
To fill our lives with joy to-day, to give
For the to-morrow's need is never here.

I shall live to the fullest every day
From life's springs of joy, I shall always drink ...
I'll pluck life's flowers, and strew them o'er the way
For just to-day is all I need to think ...
And I shall always fill to-day with cheer
For we know --- to-morrow is never here!

MARRIAGE

Marriage is an instrument
designed to be played upon
by twenty fingers, and which
when tuned with delicate precision
by human love and empathy
is capable of exalting souls
and moving mountains; however
the music is composed by two artists
the songs are sung by two mouths
and the martial concert is directed
by two conductors
thus the longed-for-achievement
of perfect harmony demands
a deliberate and calculated
double self-sacrifice
that from this union of twothere may arise
perfect oneness.

GIFTS

Love has brought so much to me
Hourly brings so much ...
Beauty of the world
Lips that touch!

But oh, let me remember
That true love lives ...
Not in the shining gifts it takes
But in the gifts it gives!

TO ONE FAR AWAY

Were you happy?
Did you have
a happy day?
Did you remember
to touch its hours
expectanly?
Were your fingers firm as you reached forth
to pluck each harp-string moment
that the melody of this day
might please you?

Did you have
a happy day?
Were there sounds of laughter?
Gasps of wonder? Sighs of peace?
And now that it is gone
do you remember
pleasantly
the cadence of the march of time
into eternity?
Were you happy?
Did you have
a happy day?

IF I WERE A STAR

If I were a star for a single night
I could scatter my heart-beats in infinite
light ...
I could learn from the skies all the earth conceals
And my soul could prove the things it feels
I could mount through the clouds on shining
wings ...
Singing at last as I long to sing!

But more than all this as the night drew near
More than in ecstasy, more than in fear ...
I should hover above the world waiting to see
My darling, my sweetheart, raise his eyes
to me!

THE PEA-GREEN CAR ... AND, GOOD-BYE

Here comes that vehicle again
with April at the wheel again
flashing its newness on the mud
of a spring road. Only April could
have crowded every lovely thing
that sprouts beneath a misty sky
from green shoot to a robin's wing
into a landau, piling high
narcissus, tulips, daffodils
lillies, daisies and jonquils
(though still unseen, the ghosts of them)
riding our way, leaf, bloom and stem.
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Good-bye

Due to unforeseen events and health matters
I am taking a break (yes, another) from blogging
I do not know when I shall be back or if I shall be back ...

To all that graced my blog with your visits and comments ...
May you have everything you're hoping for
Every special dream
Every little wish you make
Every happy scheme
Everything your heart desires
May it all come true
Because the very best in life
Is meant for all of you!

May happiness and laughter
Be a part of all you do
Today and ever after
May all your dreams come true!

Blessings to all ...

With love ...

-Margie

THE REASON

Do you know why the stars tremble
as the darkness gathers them up once
more?
Why the waves at the depths of the sea
tremble ...
when the tide turns back to find the shore?
Or why the willow trembles in the hush
before the wind?
Then, dear ...
You know why all my being trembles
when your arms draw me near!

WHAT OF THE NIGHT?

The night is a warm deep-purple mantle
thrown over the naked shoulders of the world ...
And it is thoughtful silence, ease from all
the busy noises of day ...
Night is the time for Shepherdess Moon
to tend to her flocks in the far star-folds above ...
The night is queen of half the peoples of the earth ...
No crown, but a bonnet of stars on her dusky hair ...
And night is a mother who croons a lullaby ...
to bring sweet peace, her gentle peace.

Such are the boundless beauties of the night
embracing sleep, the dress-rehearsal-hour ...
for one who comes to fold day's children close
and whisper low, "Your work and play are done."
The shades are drawn, lights out, doors softly shut ...
no morbid thouhgts need enter here
This is the Night, the calm triumphant end of day!

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Hi to all that visit here.
I will not be posting or visiting any blogs for a while.
Leaving on a mini holiday tomorrow... a skiing trip.
Sadly, I shall not be skiing as I have a knee injury that may require surgery. (I'll find out when an MRI will be done March 16th.)

Please keep me in your good thoughts (and prayers) as I so do not want to have the surgery!!!

Thank you!

My injury is very painful at times and I'm so glad to be going away for much needed rest & relaxation!
No internet.... I shall be with friends and family, enjoying their special company and leaving the cares of the world behind!
Hope I have some time today to visit a few blogs...I'll try my best!

Take good care and be well.

Margie:)

PHANTOM

Last night when the moon was free
I sent a breeze as messenger ...
to brush across your lips.
Did you turn your head, alert
because it ruffled your hair
so like my fingers, light as air?
Did you close your eyes to dream
and hear the rustle of the leaves?
It was my echo, whispering
my heart, my soul, belong to you!

And, always when the moon hangs low
should you but pause and wish for me ...
you will feel my presence near
lingering in every shadow
beneath the pale moonglow of night.

REFLECTION: "IN GRATITUDE"

The day was deeply overcast
with ominous clouds of anxiety ...
until your gracious word
and reassuring smile ...
let the clouds rain down cleansing drops
of empathy ...
to break the gray grimness
of irritant uncertainties ...
and let through the sunlight
making the world just right again.

A PROFOUND EXPERIENCE

You are a profound experience ...

like the opening of a rose

the birth of a child

sunset in Laguna.

My soul is colored with love ...

bathed in ecstasy

wrapped in warm pleasure.

You soothe my heart ...

like hot buttered rum

on Christmas Eve.

You are harmony ...

the perfect note

the exact color.

You are ......

a profound experience!

ORDINARY THINGS

So often, I'm moved by ordinary things
my "doses of reality"
the birds, the clouds, a song ...
I am ecstatic over the beauty of life
the loveliness of nature ...
the majesty of a building.

There are times when I giggle out loud
simply because there is not enough ...
room inside me to contain it
I call those times "doses of reality"

Then there are times
I am moved by
people who are hungry
and things in life that don't work ...
I cry for them, for their plight
their misfortune
and I am thankful for what I have ...
and what I am
and for what I sometimes consider
ordinary.

JUST DROOLING, THANK YOU

No, I'm not buying anything

I'm just drooling, thank you ...

drooling over the cookies and rolls

pound cakes, eclairs .... pies, too

all those doughnuts (chocolate covered)

and sticky buns all smothered with goo!

Oh yes, I know they taste very good

but they're bad for your health, you know ...

all that white sugar and flour

artificial colors of the rainbow

and cakes full of chemicals

with synthetic icing white as snow!

Yes, they make them look quite tempting

with colors of every hue

and just gazing in the case at them

starts my mouth watering, too ...

but I won't give in to tempation

for I'm just drooling, thank you!

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Actually, I do give in to tempation...I love chocolate!

And, how could I resist those cookies!?

WOODS

The lacy fern is my filigree dream
The tall graceful elm is the strength I would be
The calm I would have is the slow-moving stream
My love for life, the glad bird in the tree.

I CAN'T REMEMBER ANY OF THE WORDS

I can't remember any of the words spoken
or the promises we made.
I only remember
that you were there beside me
and that afterwards
we walked out into a new world together
for the world was different
and we were different
and neither of us was afraid
because we were ...
together.

The bright morning sun smiled upon us
as the clear blue sky
and the green hills of earth
whispered in hushed wonder
as the gift of love
bestowed upon us
praying that we would treasure it ...
care for it tenderly
and daily devotion
that love might live
forever and ever.

I can't remember any of the words
I can't forget any of the beauty
when love was born ...
when life began.

ODE TO SPRING

As spring awakens nature from her winter's sleep

so does she with our souls, a rendezvous keep

and moves a winter weary soul to sing

a song of gladness welcoming the spring.

The poets too bow to an urge to write

a poem holding all of spring's delight

as if mere words could picture or portray

the soft illusive newness of a warm spring day.

Ah! one could search the whole wide world in vain

and never find such loveliness again

for what could we compare on land or sea

to sight and sound of spring's sweet mystery.

JUST LOVE, LOVE ME

The sun is shining by the seaside
the sands are sparkling on the shore ...
your eyes are shining now upon me
and my heart is sparking to its core ...
I am happy, happy here beside you
and out across the ocean's foam ...
we are seeing dreams and visions
of a shining, sparkling home ...
and your love is all I'm asking
nothing more or less will do ...
and when through all of life I journey
hand in hand, dear heart with you ...
just love me, love me, love me
is all I ask of you.

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( Dedicated to my true love, my husband.)

SOLITUDE

I like to be alone with me

I find myself good company

I think and feel and deeply muse

and learn to know my innermost views

There are surprises endlessly

I know not what my thoughts will be

And time goes skimming by so fast

the peaceful hours are soon past

I hear some speak of evenings long

and slowly passed as time gone wrong

Not so for me! These hours are mine

as precious gifts, and almost divine

Oh, I need friends and company

and cherish all they mean to me

For solitude cannot be long

and swiftly must it sing its song

Life needs contrast as does true art

and interludes are ever short

Activity must precede rest

and peace well-earned has met its test

But as the shadows follow sun

so do my special hours run

When solitude succeeds life's pace

I find peace in my own space.

MY NEIGHBOR

I've a wonderful neighbor I'll try to describe
one whom everyone loves at first sight
her twinlking blue eyes speak of kindness and truth
her manners are pleasingly right.

She's tactful and gracious to each everyone
she smiles often and is most sincere
if it were in my power my neighbor would win
the "Good Neighbor reward of the Year."

You can tell she has faith as she carries her load
for she labors in love every day
hope is her strength and joy her reward
she deserves to be "Queen for a Day!"

MAGIC BEACH

All the way to the north end of town
over the dunes and down
to our rock cliff with spruce trees growing right on the beach ...

"This is our Magic Beach"
she would tell us as children
while we'd sit in the calm and peace
at the end of the beach
with our sack of oranges
and our beautiful mother
resting her head against against the logs in the sun.