​ROSES AND RAINBOWS​​​
The written word, is like music. It can be used to convey a message or idea, and can also elicit or express feelings. I have compiled some poetry and other written works, which I find relevant to my website, and which I feel you will enjoy.
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RAINBOW BRIDGE
author unknown
Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.
When an aninal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.
All the animals, who had veen ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong agaib, just as we remember then in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss soneone very special to them, who had to be left behind.
They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.
You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses ain upon your happy face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.
MY BEAUTIFUL PLACE by MLD
If you could imagine a beautiful place, like the place I'm at now, you would surely say you've seen beauty in its rarest and rawest form.
I cannot even describe fully how peaceful it is here.
When I close my eyes and dream I may come close to that core of feeling and being which is in me.
I look out onto the sky and see softness and when I take a breath of fresh air I breathe pureness.
All the sights and sounds in this place emulate all the things which I personally believe to be the epitome of beauty.
It is a very calming place, a place where I feel at home and fully comfortable in the space.
Everything about this place is special and it's just so, it just is.
It is as though it were planted here by some exotically beautiful people who could know nothing other than love and goodness.
It is as though someone had gone into my brain and retrieved my blueprint for my idea of Eden.
I want to look at this, all of it, and imprint the entire image in my mind forever.
Whenever I feel sad or need to retreat to a place of beauty, I will remember this place, its beauty, and the calm and good feelings which it instills inside of me.
LEAVES OF DISTINCTION
by MLD
When time is right
Young birds jump
find wings to fly
flleave their nest
nature's way
Symphony of Color
Aall around
finishing life
curled up, dried
Saying goodbye
Leaves of distinction
go on down
to the ground
piles and piles
scattered colors
Covered in winter
earth in spring
The pattern
Nature's cycle
of Leaves of distinction
FLOWERS
by MLD
Rain comes
cleansing earth
each time
the rain comes
the clock ticks
goes on and on
to chime
Flowers bloom
of days gone by
of futures hoped
under rainbows
on fresh ground
flowers smile
flower power
SPLENDOUR by MLD
The splendour of the moment, innocence lost in a gasp,
wind takes away meaning, that wasn't meant to last
Evidence of past reunited, with the ever lasting present,
songs of time playing out, akin to a twig hell bent
There is no beginning, nor will never be an end,
like the twig that has turned, our journey where we're sent
What must we learn here, can we ever really know,
in our minds is the truth, like a played out picture show
INSPIRATION by MLD
Inspiration comes once in a while
Poets scarcely find their style
Words come with open mind
Teetering on, for a while
Writers overthink their brains
Pages turn to one big pile
Worth giving your best shot
Pick up the phone then dial
JUST LIKE A HURRICANE by MLD
Just like a hurricane, people are said to be
The calm before the storm, soft clouds over the sea
Seagulls fly over water, seem to dance far away
They are all so beautiful, tomorrow and today
Dreams wait by the shore, shells gathered remind us all
Hasten all our good thoughts, before they make their call
The skies grow darker each day, and the storm calls from within
Waves of emotions hold us back, and now the hurricane may win
The wind roars over the sea, and seagulls change their flight
Cast over cold deep water, all day long and into the night
Sounds of wind and water, a horrible sound all evening
Through the storm hope abounds, souls begin to sing
A break in the darkened sky, ripples all around
Seagulls scatter about the clouds, as signs of life can be found
The calm which held before, begins to come to the sea
Things are not so very bad, as they always see to be.