A Sonnet for You

The world awakes as robins sing your song.
There is no sun if I don’t see your face.
You are the difference between right and wrong.
There is no substitute for your embrace.

I can’t escape the sparkle in your eyes
Where a single look can take my breath away.
Your countenance is without compromise 
And I need you alongside me every day.

And time stands still when you are by my side.
There is no right or wrong, there’s only you.
I wear my feelings with a sense of pride
Knowing you will be forever true.

And when the day is over we are one.
We sing our song to a departing sun.

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The Sid series

I had a chance recently to read through the Sid Series, a book of stories for kids (toddlers 3 - 6 mostly) and have to say I was quite impressed. This is more than a series of cute little stories; it is a series of life lessons that every parent or grandparent can relate to on some level. It is a "read to" series that your child or grandchild will ask for again and again. I highly recommend it.

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Blog Tour for My Blogging Cousin

My dear sweet, ever-blogging-loving cousin, Yvonne Perry, starts her virtual blog tour for her children's book today.

The Sid Series is a collection of body-mind-spirit stories that focus on life skills such as overcoming fear, helping others, being true to one’s self, following inner guidance, caring for the body, having self-worth, appreciating diversity, dealing with change, accepting death, being environmentally conscious, and using spiritual gifts.

Yvonne Perry is a graduate of American Institute of Holistic Theology where she earned a Bachelor of Science in Metaphysics. Her interaction with the spirit world began as a child and has developed into a gift that blesses those seeking a better understanding of spiritual gifts.

My cousin actually confesses to seeing spirits and hearing voices. She a medium. Hmmm.... I'd say a large. Anyway, you might as well check out her book tour http://Tinyurl.com/SidTour. She's not going away until you do. Tell her I said so.

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Wordprattle

Its only words,
But beware of their strength.
Words to make mountains
Come tumbling down.
Loud confrontations,
Bold conversation
Where blanket cessation
Of reason abounds.

Droning in monotone,
Boring the furniture.
Singing in baritone,
Thrills for the soul.
Spreading the news so
Exciting, inviting.
Broadcasting views to
The suffering folds.

Beaches awash in
The white sands of history
Seeking to separate
Sane from absurd.
Time prattles on
Without judgment, unruffled.
Destinies turn
On a single word.

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Who Says Family Can't Be Friends?

On Saturday, December 19 stop by my blog and read “A Book for Kids (and Adults) Who Love Fairies” and listen to an audio of the author reading the story, “Sid’s Fairy ~ Learning About Inner Guidance.”

This selection is from my cousin, Yvonne Perry's, new book, The Sid Series ~ A Collection of Holistic Stories for Children. She is traveling virtually on a book tour that includes 30 stops--mine is one of them--the last one, I might add.

Yeah, I'm friends with my cousin, but she must think I'm soft--the very idea of her giving me the article about fairies to post on my blog! Blood really is thicker than water! I better get a copy of her book for doing this.

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Mirror of Remembrance

Knowledge
Oh, you warbling warbler
Perched on my fencepost.
Warble your warble,
Cry your cry.

'Feed me. I'm hungry.
I'm always hungry.'
Feed me your birdseed,
Your bread crumbs, your worms.

I can't get enough.
I can't get too much.
Just keep it coming.
 Don't let it stop.

I won't get enough until I die.
I won't get too much if I live forever.


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Poetry for the rest of us

Glimpses From A Window

What is a poem?
These lyrical little glimpses of life,
Snippets from the window of one's soul;
A tiny picture framed in rhyme,
Formed by words as they unfold.

'Come, let me show, let me demonstrate',
Pleads the poet's gentle sigh.
'Let my words paint a landscape of life,
Of the sun and stars, moon and sky.'

Quickly the words leap out from the page
Flowing swiftly like waters downstream;
Painting a portrait of metaphor,

Creating a world filled with dreams.
Finding our souls with a measure so sure
That the truth of it cuts like a knife.
Leaving us wondering who stole our tale
In a glimpse from the window of life.


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Yvonne Perry's blog tour

My dear cousin will be stoppin by my humble blog on her upcoming blog tour. to learn more about her tour click on the link

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Climb Back On

Climb Back On

We’re all familiar with the phrase
About falling off a horse.
I’m here to tell you there’s a lot of truth
To that old anecdote. In fact, the human learning curve
Would still be lagging far behind
If such a basic truism
Had failed to make it on the boat.
Failure is not measured by the
Times your fanny hits the ground.
No one gets it right the very
First time we are put upon.
Time to check your spurs, tilt your hat
And set your angled jaw
With brash determination.
Go on…. Climb back on.

Me or I?

by the ghost of Dennis Martin

My cousin and me (or is that I?)
had never met
until one day I slipped up and said, “I’m going to Georgia.”
Same time she was

“Let’s meet up,” says she
“Now, I’ve done it,” says me (or is that I?)

We made our parents proud
and it was fun to meet
the crazy person I was somehow
related to . . .
Distantly
She lives in Tennessee (she should stay there)
And I? Me lives in Maryland.

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Passions

PASSIONS

Rising, as mist from a white frozen lake,
As a scorching Sun sears it's soft supple flesh.
New Spring morning awakening senses,
Calling, beckoning, pleading its' case.
Crisp and clearing by mid day and yet
Lingering quietly, memory pacing,
Recalling the freshness, the dewdrops on daffodils
Dancing as daylight escapes from its' hold.

Fingers tap softly on silky smooth shoulders,
Patiently waiting for hopeful reaction.
Pictures encapsuled in memory mindful of
Each minute detail I find in your face;
Tasking this creature who dwells here inside of me.
Dare to confront what I know cannot be.
Lord, give me strength to be perfect in battle.
Passions run hot until flesh is stone cold.

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Enter at your own risk

Enter Here

Welcome all who dare to enter,
Care to take a look inside.
Candles flicker introspection;
Murky depths where monsters tend to
Hide from unsuspecting prey,
Shadow stalking building to
Last minute leaping, thrashing slashing.
If you venture, you must pay.
Asking price? A soul or two,
Or perhaps your dignity.
Brazen is the caretaker who
Sells this medicine to you.
Cross the threshold of this manor.
Plunge to darkness. Rise to light.
Hand on dagger, eyes and mind
Wide open, challenging the fear.
All are mortal in this kingdom
Where eternity begins.
Voices call out through the gloom,
Hope for all who enter here.


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take a poll

Take the poll "I would kiss a frog for:" before the end of November. Let's find out what it would take.

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It occurs to me

My friend Irene in New York says:

I have an issue! A 20 oz. bottle of water has gone up to $1.50 and the Govenor of NY wants to add tax to that!

To which I reply:
I agree that taxing bottled water is a bit bazzar, but I do have a workaround. Once the bottle is empty, refill it with filtered tap water. I have a Britta pitcher that I refill a couple of times a day. Never have to buy bottled water.


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Here's what I think

I think I want to start posting more often to my blog. The problem is, I don't always have a new or controversial issue upon which to expound. If anyone has a subject to discuss, let me know and I'll post it and give my outlook. Look for posts under the heading "It occurs to me".


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It occues to me

You know how there are certain things that, when you hear them, are just so unsettling you can barely stand it. If there is one thing I simply don't understand it is the proliferation of 'murder/suicides' in our society these days. You hear about one of these occurrences on a regular basis. You can hardly pick up a newspaper or turn on the evening news without the latest report of a parent killing his family before taking his/her own life.
It occurs to me that these perpetrators have it all backwards. If only they would do the honorable thing and kill themselves first, it would save countless innocent lives. Why do they feel it necessary to deny their progeny (or other loved one) their God-given right to life. Are they so selfish or deranged as to believe that their children/spouse/significant other cannot survive without them? Why do others have to perish simply because they can no longer handle the pressures of life?

There are a lot of things in this life that I don't understand. This one is right at the top of my list.

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Wishing on the Stars


I stand in the splendid darkness,
Head tilted back until vertigo threatens
My balance,
Counting the stars in an endless sky
Till I finally realize I can't
Count that high.
Standing in awe under heavens great canopy,
Gazing in wonder at pin points of light
That visit my eyes after eons of travel
Offering universal delight.
Stars give up wishes much like Aladdin's
Genie, grateful at last to be free.
I have but one wish to make of the heavens,
A wish that will bring your sweet love
Home to me.

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Can you believe...

I can't believe I've had this blog for going on 5 years. Maybe someday somebody will read what I've written.


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A poem from "Grace Forever"

Seasons

I would not want to live in a place
Where seasons do not habitate
To spread the wondrous magic of
Their ever-changing fickle face.
In jest one may make comment
When the climate is in perfect pitch,
“Oh, if only it could be like this
The whole year round, it would be bliss.”

But foolish words are often uttered
And selfish thoughts prevail until
The parts and sum are reconciled
And truth is finally revealed.
The bitter bite of winter’s teeth
Not so hard to endure when
The knowledge of rekindled birth
Lies waiting in the springtime rain.

A burst of blossoms greening earth
Reviving all the hope of youth,
Mellowing into the truth that
Ages into summer wine.
And summer passes into autumn
As her leaves begin to fall
In triple-glorious profusion,
Nature’s pallet filled with awe.

Let me live in hemispheres where
Angels tilt the fragile scale,
Where light is dark and dark is light
And seasons can prevail.


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Working on my blog's appearance

I've been working on the appearance of my blog. Also trying you link to other blogs to try to attrach traffic. This is not easy.

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