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******
like
the
falling
star
~
Making someone's wish
come true.

By Lady R.F ©2016
Fire to ashes
Mountains to dust
Water to ice
Metal to rust

Like to lust
Lust to love
Love to hate
Hate to love

Breath to life
Life to death
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

By Lady R.F (C) 2016
The time has come
to show them what you hide
beneath your cape,
the time has come
to remove the
"DO NOT CROSS" barricade tape.

It's time to step out
from behind the big old oak tree,
it's time to stand tall, hold your head up,
and let them see.

It's time to show the world
who you are,
it's time to show them
that you sparkle and shine brighter
than any diamond or star.

The time has come
to let your inner voice be heard,
it's time to spread your hidden wings,
among all of your other beautiful
unique things.

It's time to let them all know
what you've been holding on to,
the list of many extraordinary things
your soul is prone to.

It's time to let your soul shine,
step out into the light, it's your time!

It's time to let them know
what you feel, and what you think,
it's time to express yourself - your wisdom
and experience could be their missing link.

It's time to introduce them
to the 'Warrior' in you,
it's time to do what you need to do.

The time has come
to show them what you hold sacred,
deep within,
the time has come
for you to use your divine words
and to let your soul sing.

The time has come!
Show them that you are
a 'Warrior For Life'
and then some!

By Lady R.F (C) 2016
Stranger's kindness, an urban myth. Most people don't notice
you even exist. You might be living the greatest drama of your life and they will pretend they didn't see.
No time for genteel kindness. They are not in the mood or they've been hurt so much and won't give something without exchange.
But like urban myths so does genteel kindness hide within a significant truth.
It's a kind under extinction but at the same time the easiest to produce.
How many can be within us?
Whose hopes and dreams do we incompass?
Could we see the eyes of our own, the minds in our mind,
understand how much we share?
Force, answers with force
war breeds war
and death brings death.
To break this vicious circle one must do more,
has to make another step, remember that even in dark times we can not relinquish the things that make us human.
I just wanted to say how much I love and appreciate our little community of poets.  I am going to be away for a couple weeks, but don't want folks to think I'm neglectful of you all.
Not sure if I will have internet access where I am going, because if I do I will try to be reading your poems
if not
I'll be gone for
just a little while.

<3 <3 <3

Cj 2016
I have my autumn feet ready to seek out adventure
In a season of brisk winds that chill fingertips,
Frosty-nosed nights spent huddled beside a crackling fire,
Days wrapped up inside a thick, warm blanket
Gently grasping a steaming mug of hot tea.
Where calendar weeks are filled with
The steady rapping of raindrops on windows,
apples grappled from trees to make grandmothers’ famous pie,
and friends gathering to wander down endless rows of corn.
My autumn feet are ready to explore,
They are ready to adventure.
Dogs come wagging , sniffing cuffs
Then one howls , enough is enough !

Crows kaw kaw , 21 point buck I saw
The sky is warm wandering

Black man picks blues on porch
Sings about love's searing torch

Cow patty pastures , fire ant hills
Pastoral soothing wills

Red clay dust , powdered road
Goldenrods and one lost toad

Southern pines standing straight
Pulp's fiction tempting fate

My ! My ! smiling sigh
Where the wild wood flowers do grow
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