Riding High - The Mag

I'm going to  ride, ride, ride

with my head held high

I'm chasing a golden sun

roaring thunder in  a dark sky

riding the white tail of the mare

crystal teardrops fall from my eyes

a distant storm, silent prayer

ancient  dwellers playing drums

grasping  the reins bareback I fly

wild spirit, fast & furious on a dare

meeting  my warrior within the storm's eye

high winds roar, wispy trails of love beware

filled with grace, heaven hums

beyond the clouds our wills comply

embracing feather light, we share

love so rich and deep, we sigh

melting in a piece of golden sun

We're going to ride, ride , ride

with our heads held high

Lily of the Valley for Dverse May 28, 2013

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Lily of the Valley

A tear was wept a sign of purity from the start

healing release of a troubled heart

white bell shape so delicate in design

in stillness you can hear the chimes of the divine

Though you lie low in the shadow of the earthly valley

your beauty adds completeness to the gallery

protector against evil spirits in anyone’s garden

your best defense, your sweet alluring scent

Filling our heads with a heavenly aroma

inducing black spirits into a long deep coma

radiating assurance to those whom are sad

that the return of happiness is always at hand

Delicate emotions of the heart can be mended

an overflowing spirit can meet needs

expectations and dreams grow from a seed

in a life of misfortune, you remind us that

Love is the ultimate “Fortune”

author's note: I wrote this in memory of my grandmother and her birthday was this week. I know she is watching from the upper world.

These Tears - dVerse May 21, 2013

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These Tears!

 

Has life left you broken, who holds the token

a token of hope, in a world of confusion

gentle bruising and contusions

could this be an epidemic, call a medic

Today, do you live in a state of fear

the world in civil unrest, too much to digest

everyone hungry for a taste of freedom

searching for their Garden of Eden

These tears I cry, I cry for you

let’s bury hatred and past sorrows

plant new seeds for better tomorrows

these tears I cry, I cry for you

Yesterday's, lessons shadows of the past

break the stronghold of oppression

who will lead the intercession

cast out demons, humanity to stand fast

Today, let’s strive for precious moments

inhale the richness of happiness

exhale the pain of strife, sadness

feel a healing, a sense of newness

These Tears I cry, I cry for you

let’s bury hatred and past sorrows

plant new seeds for better tomorrows

these tears I cry, I cry for you

author's note: I wrote this a while back and read it at an open poetry mic and thought I would share it here tonight

Mag169 - May 19th, 2013 - Lighthouse

Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth

In a field of dandelions

my  mind wanders in thoughts

I'm lost

magnificent light flickers in the night

my heart flutters,  wings of a moth

I pause

golden house star of guidance

my soul seeks refuge

I sigh

love in abundance growing fonder

a vision before my eyes

I cry

breathtaking view, wondrous life

the path leads me to you

I'm found