Poetry
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Beautiful Things
The best and most beautiful
things in the world cannot
be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart.
Helen Keller
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Beauty
The sun is setting while I rest in my
blue velvet rocking chair occasionally
breathing deeply to relax.
I also think of lovely scenes with
lakes, rivers and evergreen trees.
It rests the body and the soul.
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Been Thru
We've been through a lot together,
and,somehow,we always come out on top.
I hope this misunderstanding is no exception...
Please believe me...
I never meant to hurt you.
Renee Duvall
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Beginning
A tear at first,then a deep,happy smile
Deeper,my soul moved
We spent time for a while
A heart full of joy at the truth that I found
My soul,singing for you but not making a sound
You are all mine,my lover,my dear
Though lost in your dreams,I know what is here
Found something so sweet in the warmth of your love
I am happy knowing it is me you dream of
Questions,some strange,with no answers to find
Seems the answers are there,in my very own mind
How could it so quickly ignite ~ this love flame?
If it becomes unimportant,are we not to blame?
My love I shall remember the love for all time
I remember that love,it is delicious,sublime
The dreams we have shared in the truth of the heart
Not only mere dreams,but a place now to start
I am but a woman,no more and no less
But,I am your woman,and lovingly it is you I caress
With these hands as we talk,and my eyes as I see
That loving,sweet heart of yours that beats only for me
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Being Happy
The feel of being happy
Is a lovely thing and light,
Like a leaf upon the wind,
Like a flying kite.
Like glad children playing
Beside a summer street,
Laughing, skipping, running there
With wings upon our feet.
The feel of being happy
Is a shining thing:
Like a fountain leaping up,
Like a sparkling spring,
Like the glowing color
Of sunset on the lake,
As beautiful as bubbles
Just before they break.
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Beyond
Beyond,all time
I find myself in realm beyond
the visions of a sacred pond
mind and body,heart and soul
have joined the greater whole
where dreams become the weave of time
and resonance of church bell's chime
drifts down to earth in dark blue sky
in rhythm, low to high
until the stream of life becomes
the harmony as angel's hum
a hymn of glory drifting through
the ancient past that builds the new
millennium just now awaking
as all that binds, the gods are breaking
bringing consciousness to light
and light to mind within the sight
of earth, while goddess in the moon
catches light of sun and blooms
into a vision newly born
that rises with the sun at morn
and heavens reel with energy
arisen through the synergy
of god and goddess now united
when through the mist is sighted
the past and future, all in one
as Hermes on his lyre will strum
the chords that will enchant all minds
and earth become new form will find
a vast potential born this night
within the living light.
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Blank Page
Blank page of paper stares at me
awaiting manmade history
to fill its whiteness with the form
of spirit being born
in whitest fire ever-burning
transformation of the yearning
for the place we must call home
from whence the heart will never roam
seeking,always seeking this:
the heavenly touch left after bliss
of spirit's kiss,in never-ending
world of the soul reblending
mind and matter,body,form
within this page reborn.
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