May 2017 – Rivers Renewed

In the Canyons of Rivers

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In canyons of rivers, in the roar of the ocean, I am the earth

and you are the wildness, that washes me.

You are my healer, carrying my heart

as we live in the love, unending.

In this Place Where Eagles Dwell

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In this place where eagles dwell, and prayers take wings

where the pine and oak trees thrive, holding onto solid ground

and here, where poetry is carried in the sun,

and moonbeams cascading, I know

I really know,

I am never alone.

So Many Brave Men and Women

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In the jungles, on the beaches, and in the deserts

on the city streets, so many brave men and women

losing their lives, for you, and for me – our freedom,

on the line. The least we can do is remember

and say a prayer or two.

The Unbroken Stream

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Once our hearts have known the healing,

embracing ourselves instead of the pain

our poems will flow, from an unbroken stream.

Finding, not losing

who we are.

Hawk Eyes

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Some of you may not know that I have a fiction blog, and that I’m currently writing a series of stories that I really enjoy, called Hawk Eyes.

The story revolves around a guy who develops some very strange eyes. He can see very far away, and has excellent night vision, and his eyes even look like the eyes of a hawk! He has also just met a young lady.

Here is a piece from the most recent segment:

I must have passed out, because I don’t remember anything before the two of us hit the ground, with a huge thud. The strange thing was, we were right back where we started. Was it a vision, or had we really turned into hawks?

To be honest, I couldn’t think straight, I was in too much pain, and as I rolled around moaning, unable to get up, I was vaguely aware of Michelle yelling at me. “What the hell is wrong with you?!!” “You almost killed both of us?!!” But her voice seemed distant and I had a ringing in my ears, so I ignored her.

As I began sitting up, she was still yelling, “You never give up, in the middle of a transformation!!” I shook my head trying to think, “A transfor…..what?” It was then that Michelle stood over me, with both hands on her hips. She said, “Trans-for-ma-tion.”, as if I needed to hear it slower. And then she did something I would never forget, and to be honest I wish she hadn’t done it…….

For more of the story, and other fiction as well, you can find it here:

www.themysticalforest.wordpress.com

The blog name is Blue Skies in the Morning, and the web address above will take you there.

Thanks for reading!

I will be posting some poetry here later today.

Ripples on the Lake

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Ripples on the lake helping me to focus, on the wind

on the peace within, heart beating quietly

listening for

hoping for

the voice

of God.

Bringing Shape to Our Whirlwinds

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Bringing shape to our whirlwinds, our mass of words

tested in the fire, becoming refined, spinning in the furnace

until a work of art, freshly extracted

from a heart reborn, becoming

a poem or a weapon against fear

we are launched, beyond the rubble.

And then

we write it all down.

A Stronger Heart

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When our prayers fail to reach the eagle’s wings, falling short

of reaching our highest mountains, we fail

to see our visions.

But a stronger heart has learned surrender

each river washing our eyes

as our spirits begin to see, and soar above

the tallest trees. Knowing deeply

all is not lost.

Step On Top, of Your Mountain

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Above and beyond, higher, always searching for the sun

is better than flying through, the smoke of our ruins

the battle, the wounds, of despair.

Step

on top,

of your mountain.

The Beauty and the Light

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There are times, when terror threatens our poetry

not finding the words within our tears.

But we must never give up on our beauty

instead cherishing the light. Within love

we remain forever

human.

Standing with Manchester today.

Month: May 2017