His Slice of Life!

Dreams woven of silk,
In his radiant eyes.
Telling me the stories,
Of a tomorrow to come.

Fun filled and joyous
Is that world, 
Life there is a bliss,
No downhills.

There are superheroes,
But no villains.
Angles in a glow,
No place for demons.

His world is almost Disneyland,
There’s magic and there’s laughter,
Nothing is ever, critically panned.
Like moments stolen from a comic book!
Fun unlimited, off the hook!

Such are dreams, in his radiant eyes.

I listen to him,
make no comments,
No reason to introduce the grim.

Continuance

It’s winter again,
Clad in wool,
I smelt in the afternoon sun,
Enduring these blues,
Is not much a bother.
Lull, my love is for sun,
No you canna win!
The good thing about winter,
Is that you can plant for the spring.
Look how hope doesn’t wither,
There’s always something.
Something to look out for,
Something to do.
So, I sowed a few seeds,
Some Chrysanthemums and Anemones,
Dahlias and Daffodils.
They said five centimetres deep,
Five centimetres apart,
Played with the soil and
Put some in pots and the rest in the plot.
Now, watering them each day,
Smiling at them, singing and talking,
and waving the ‘hey’.
Whispering to them,
“you must grow and flourish,
hang in there, I shall nourish”.
I will know it’s spring again,
when you flower in abundance.
Look how hope doesn’t wither,
There’s always continuance.
Some Chrysanthemums and Anemones,
Dahlias and Daffodils.

photo of yellow and purple flowers
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Beauty of a Woman

Came across this beautiful poem. Couldn’t resist…had to post!

I am so proud to be a woman. Such a marvelous creation of God. Hey, is beauty of a woman defined with what she wears and how much her clothes cost? Is it to do with the make up brands and the length of her skirt?

Really, does that define you…women?

The Beauty Of A Woman

The beauty of a woman Is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries, Or the way she combs her hair.


The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.


The beauty of a woman is not in a facial mole, 
But true beauty in a woman Is reflected in her soul.


It is the caring that she lovingly gives, 
The passion that she shows, 
And the beauty of a woman
With passing years only grows.

Author: Audrey Hepburn

A Photograph

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Was dusting a few old books on the shelf,
when I bumped into this little treasure.
Lost between pages,
a photograph of my brother and me,
when we were our most naive selves.
One doesn’t get to ‘hold’ photos these days, ain’t.
We click and we forget, then we click another one.
I felt it’s texture;
glossy paper, but old now…
fading colors, innocent smiles.
Such a beautiful reminder of the old times,
Like ‘holding’ a moment of our old lives.

 

The Winter’s Blue

The winter’s blue
Is not my shade.
This depressing hue
It’s chilling edges
Is not my game.

I’m torn between weathers
Feel like a bird with no feathers
The cold is gettin to my bones
with it’s sharp edged sword.
Send me your Sun, oh merciful Lord
Let his rays shine, on my broken soul.

I’m waiting for the gold, the orange, the red
Each moment, each minute, each day is a tread
I know I will bask, but the road is hell
I know I will be kissed, he will break the spell.

There is hope, the hope is all I have
To take me through this one sided brawl
The memories of which I never wanna recall.

I will know when he is near
coz there will be no fear
and the hiding will shed their gear.
It will be green and purple abound
The shades will change, the dark will disappear
There will be love, his love around.

#poetry #weather #blue