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Ivy Rose
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My Evening Calls
11/14/03 |
I call to the evening 
My heart is soft and warm,
ready for the touch of love.
I own the arms of time
reaching into the horizons
for the heart that matches mine.
I hear the whisper, the hum
of angel's wings stirring
the sweet, summer-set
of yesterdays, of tomorrows.
There is a white-misted fog
of shining love that follows me.
I hear it calling:
in the evening,
in the heart.
And so, I wait with hope
with a fullness
of faith
Until the evening calls,
and my heart calls back.
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Still There
11/25/03 |
After the glory days have gone by
You are still there
You have left your family
And friends, are living
In a world of chaos
We must remember
After the bombs have been dropped
After the greatest battles fought
You are still there
We must never forget
We must ever keep you
In our prayers and in our hearts
Because, after the parades
Have been marched,
After the joyful reunions embraced
You are still there
You are still fighting
To keep our country free
And, you are all alone
In a country
That wants you to leave
So, after the glory days
Have gone by
When it seems that
All the world has forgotten you
This country must never forget
That you are still there
This poem is dedicated to all the brave young men
and women who are serving our country in foreign
lands and on foreign seas. My son being one of them.
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A Light In My Window
11/25/03
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There is a light in my window
That I always keep lit for you.
There is a light in my heart
That keeps my love forever new.
My yellow light, beamed light,
A beacon...calling you home
I wait for your footsteps,
Listen for a ringing phone.
You are the light of my life
Not a shadow on some distant wall.
You remain a pure glow,
The shimmer of everything, my all.
The light flickering in my window
Is the beacon reaching out to you.
The light growing in my heart
Is a pledge for my love to be true.
I keep a light in my window
And a window for my light.
I keep a light in my heart
Your face shining in its night.
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Love Of A Different Kind
12/06/03 |
When I think of how fate
brought us together,
I think of ships passing in the night,
almost becoming one space.
That's how I see us, my dear friend.
We are circling round, coming near;
yet not near enough to touch,
to meet. It is not that
we do not share a love. The love
we share is the strong bond
of friendship. So, though
we may never quite touch lives,
we are sailing upon the same sea.
We are reaching for the same destiny.
If in this life, a friend is all
that you will ever be
that will be enough to last
until we meet one day in...
the destination that only God can see.
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Christmas Moon Above
12/06/03 |
Light of the Morning Star
shining down upon the heart
of a Christmas Moon above.
I see His Face
in your luminous smile.
I see His Glory shining
out of the nights
of your history.
Same Moon that shone down
upon that infant nestled
in a manger. Same Moon
that bestowed the gift
of halo-light upon
His tiny, infant head.
Same Moon that flickered
in majestic might
upon the myriads of angel wings
which came together
in sweeping claps of love.
Christmas in your moonbeams...
What a time of rejoicing
revealed in your rays of joy
that danced within
that Infant's Eyes Divine
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Christmas Tears Adorned
12/16/03 |
Tears like the dew
falling from the sky
anointing the angels
adorned with a full halo-glow.
Wings clapping together,
encircling the Star Of David.
Rejoicing found in the birth
of the infant who embodied
all of the love and the hope
of His Father above.
Angels singing Hallelujah choruses
all through the night
until the dawn of Christmas morn.
Tears like the dew
frosting the sky
with the angels' hope
and the angels' joy.
The hay-filled manger cradling
this Divine and precious infant
who would embody all of the Love
that God held in His heart for us.
Angels hovering near His side
listening to His tiny heartbeat,
knowing this day would ever be
remembered and held within
the hearts of all those who would
believe that He was the Prince of Peace.
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Last Stroke Of A Brush
01/02/04 |
A soft, blue-gray sky frames
a beige elephant who stares out
into a distant past,
as snowy, cattle egrets
flutter back and forth
in a dance of macabre joy.
I wonder what you're seeing,
what you're really feeling.
You patiently wait
as an artist brushes
oil paints upon canvas
bringing you to life
in muted earth-tones,
displaying your portrait
on a wall in a thriving,
art colony. Your beady,
black eyes revealing little
of the universe inside
of you. And, I am mesmerized,
fully captivated. For you
are so mountainous,
so massive; yet you wait
with infinite patience
for the last stroke
...of an artist's brush.
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Crocodile's Dancing Delight
01/12/04 |
She side-steps around the hungry jaws
gaping grin of a crocodile
waiting to clasp her tightly,
hug her into the murky depths.
She floats... stepping
from lily pad to lily pad,
sailing over a crocodile's sly grin,
sash-shaying across pond-tears
like a ghostly shadow:
there but not there,
a miracle walking over water.
His eyes seem closed; but are slightly
cracked...watching her lithe form.
Radiating specks of moon-dust
surround the halo of her shape
as she continues in her mystic dance...
unaware of the jaws of desire
or that her flesh is a crocodile's delight.
She is moonlight and stars, vapor and
ethereal light. Dancing beyond him, her lace
is a savory memory. Her moon-beamed flight
leaving the crocodile with his hungry thoughts.
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From Dragon's Ledge
01/25/04 |
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Astra stood upon Dragon's Ledge...
The dark, breezes lifting her hair,
filtering through the recesses
of her soul. She heard the rustling
of powerful wings poised to rise
in dragon flight. The acrid odor
of ashy, sediment coating her earthy
clothing, her gleaming, chestnut tresses.
She reached out to touch the dragon
whispering ancient endearments
to a dragon of pure and noble heart.
"Drayson, hear my song. It is of thee,
I sing. My heart has become absorbed
by yours. I am a part of you, now and forever.
Fly, Dear Heart, fly to the fiery, arms
of the Sun, to the radiating light-waves
of outer Solarium. Guide me through the night
of battle, into the day of our victory."
Drayson's wings extended to cover Astra,
shading her from the astral beings
who would seek to devour her luminous beauty.
Drayson was her protector, her shield,
her Dark Knight slayer. His heart cradling
his love for this brave and fierce warrior-woman,
this Lunar soul-mate of Drayson's infinite life-forces.
She moved in rhythm with every dragon-breath,
with every dragon heartbeat that pounded within
Drayson's chest. She straddled his wide back
of spiked green. Her heart holding in Drayson's love,
giving flight to the wings of a new freedom,
a new hope with endless dragon nights, and with
Lunar beams unveiling their destiny's light.
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Universal Music
02/07/04
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The universe is musical,
full of symphonies of every kind.
Love is written in its stars,
in the illumination of the Moon.
I hear the throaty, roar
of the planets as they rotate
upon their axis of light-years,
the operatic moan of the galaxy
as it sheds its mysterious tears.
My heart is caught in the drama
of each shooting star, each
ray of light that filters down
from a radiant Sun.How many Suns
sing their warm melodies
to other galaxies held in place
by the Hand of God?
The universe is musical
full of orchestrated choruses.
I hear the Hallelujah verses
praising the Creative Hand
...of an unseen Maestro.
Not waving a baton;
but using only the power
of His Word to command
a grand ballet, A Swan Lake
of faith.I can see a universe
of many dawns, of many sunsets.
Each having its own rhythm,
its own syncopated beat...like no
other. Yet, all combining
to create a harmonic whole,
a triumphant finale
into the corridors of Eternity.
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