There's a saying that goes.
The star's are not aligned to be
together.
So come let's capture, two lovers, beneath this starry skies.
Fire burning, through every fibre.
As they gaze upon the stars.
A dress, a ring, a celebration, becomes the order of that heat.
Time soon reveals the truth.
That these two, were never meant to be.
But as the stars, thrive on each other.
So do these, two lovers,who once was on heat.
A match made in heaven
Mismatched by far.
But if departed.
These two will not thrive.
So like star's they will wander.
But never depart.

Bounce.
Bounce.
And bounce again.
Stop 🛑.
Breathe 🫁.
Let's begin again.
Bounce,   Bounce.
As hard as you can.
Hooray, the ball has returned.
Like putty in my hands
Like emotion's I've found them, too rise and fall
Finding  new shape, beneath open skies.
Each bounce a lesson, each fall a release,
Til Silence return's, and I breath.
In out.    In out.
Till peace I do find.

Daily we are on the cutting ✂️ board 🛹.
Waiting to be sliced.
Some so deep, that the pain rings,out afar.
Some just surface deep, but has a cutting edge.
Now what is the conclusion to this.
Do we lay down and say.
Die.
Or do we rise up in victory.
As we give a shout.
Hooray,  Hooray.
I have won.
Standing Tall.
Standing Strong.
As in victory we rise.

The leach is never satisfied.
Until it's drained you of all blood.
******* you dry.
As it says.
Give, Give, Give.

I Give.
I Give.
I Give.
Then I'm bruised, battered and backlashed.
And I have no more to give.

I'm your dismissal.
Because you think I'm dumb.
But little do , you know.
I have one up on you.

As the deer pant eth, for the water, so my soul pant eth after thee.
Who can we liken our journey unto.
But that of a deer.
As winter rears its ugly head.
The deer knows,it is for greener pastures it has to seek.
The journey a long and treacherous one.
But it has too be done.
Danger lurking every where,as wild beasts wait, to pounce upon their prey.
The elements of nature, pounding down as they encounter.
Torrents of rain.
Storms unleashing their full fury.
And the blisteringly sun, beating down in full force.
The search for water is drastic.
As they know not where the next water  supply will come.
Many not making this journey, as they are taken out.
So too is this our journey.
Sometimes we experience, four seasons in one month.
As we are been hit, right .left and center.
The full fury of the Titans, bashing us to pieces, as it is unleashed with such full force.
Trials from inside and out.
Pain, sorrow and loneliness.filling our very being.
But a journey that has to be done.
And as the deer pant eth for the water.
So do we.
Searching for a well,to fill us up.
So that we do not grow weary, nor faint.
As this is a journey.
We all must make.

If tomorrow was silenced.
Where would we be.
Floating in space .
And nowhere to go.

One moment in time.
Captured by a photographic lens.
When time stood still.
As the flash went off.
Capturing that very moment.
Which will have a lasting effect.

I say.
You say.  
We all say.
What are we saying.
We have no inkling.
Of what is behind the sheeting.

When silence is evoked.
And the world is at rest.
The only sound one hears.
Is.
Pitter, Patter.
Pitter, Patter.
As your heart says.
I'm.
Still.
Here.

In a world full of  chaos, strive and pain
The best thing to do.
Is stay in your lane.

Jesus did not come into the world to condemn it.
But through Him the world may be saved.
Therefore there is no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus.
J  E  S  U  S

Jehovah.

Everlasting.

Father.

Unto.

Salvation.

Dreaming of a future that may never come.
Dreaming of wealth, that may never be obtained.
Dreaming of that tall, handsome dude ,that will brush you off your feet.
A marriage that's perfect, and children too.
Many of them may, not come too pass.
But it's your dream to hold.
There is no prize put on dreaming.
So come  take a hike, with me into fairyland.
And let us.
Dream.
Dream .
Dream 😅.

Many would integrate who is she.
What does she know has she been there.
But roads are many, and each has a different tale to tell.
How would I relate to a mom who has a down syndrome child, or a child who is swiftly taken away, without fulfilling their days.
So wisdom is required in what we
Say .
So many a roads I have trudged already.
Not just the talk , but the walk I've done.
So when I reach out too many.
It is with love and care.
Too build a new future, for the coming generations.

This logo is splattered far and wide.
As youngsters say.
I am who I am.
Because of A,B and C.
I integrate  that holding on isn't good.
As freedom can only be found in letting go.
We speak,we speak and they continue to hold on.
But in my heart of hearts I hope they will understand.
Because they are the future, of generations, too come.

There is always two sides to a coin.
And I believe that some, time or another.
We are witnesses to this.
In the work place, and church, blushes are received.
As praises go up.
Soon the visage is removed as home time is it.
Home time, oh home time.
Now I can let my guard down.
The monster within, can no longer be contained.
As fury is unleashed, in the home with full force.
Breaking and breaking the one's that he loves.

Touch me.
Hold me
Tell me that you love 💕 me.
And I will melt into your arms

In too slumber I will drift.
Reaching places, far and wide.
Running free, drifting high.
Speaking words,yet untold.
As I drift further and further into slumber Land.

As my poetry is very diverse.
I'm sure many questions are posed.
Who the hell this woman is.
But on the whole I'm quite a character.
As diversity follows me.

Have you ever considered how important you are.
Workmanship of the Creator,
And highly esteemed.
Step out of your  door and take a look around.
Take a trip to whichever part of the earth, your heart desires.
Take a step outside again.
Look around.
You are in a circle ⭕ , where ever you are.
You.
You.
You.
And you alone is in the center
And that's how important you are.
You are the apple 🍎 of His eye.

Many seek to be part of the crowd.
Changes they make.
To just fit in.
But as time passes by.
And the music begins to fade.
Once again you find.
That you all alone.

I'm lost in a maze.
Trying to find my way out.
I seek for answers.
But none is found.

The  Earth is tottering around, like a drunken man.
Yielding to nothing, raging a force of destruction,
As earth quakes, fires, floods and tsunamis continue to run a rampant path.
As it continues on it's path of destruction, no age, gender or status is required.
It is taking whom it will.
Cries are heard from afar, as they raise their strength, and say you are mine.
The Earth is completely hurtling out of control, and no man has the power to stop it.
But let us just pause for a moment.
And consider this.
We were given dominion to take care of it.
Did we.
As man's knowledge increased, filled with power and greed, he thought he owned the Earth.
But little did he know he was just the care taker.
It was not his
Taking away the very oxygen we breath,as he cut down tree 🎄 after tree.
Smog, pollution and other elements rising high as greed pushed man on.
Fame was the game.
Now let us reason together.
Who is too be blamed.
Now we are suffering the punishment.
As the Earth cries out, come, come .
You are mine.

Come on ladies.
This is woman's month.
Not to show our *******.
But to feel the pain of others.

Not for a, pound, not for a penny.
But my dancing shoes .
Give me an invite.
And I will dance the night away.
Swaying too the rhythm as a bird in flight.
Give me an invite.
And I will be your dancing queen.

I'm just that pawn, you never noticed.

I wandered lonely as a cloud.
That floats on high,of vales and hills.
When all at once I saw a crowd.
A host of golden daffodils.
Besides the lake, beneath the tree's.
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

By  William Wordsworth.

Sweet sixteen, never being touched and just beginning to blossom.
Is a Sc. Sc. Scary place to be.
As I look upon my grand daughter's typing with such accuracy , that the roving eye can not keep track.
I am fla  fla  flabagasted as this modern technology, as it runs circle's around me.
Come gran, come there is a lesson or two you have to learn.
Touch, Hold,Paste, Send.
Once again gran.
Touch, Hold, Paste, Send.
So at sweet sixteen, there are some things, that are hard to grip.
So patience and perseverance is what I need.
To get a grip of this modern and ever changing world.

Or how magnificent, and arched is your glorious sight.
A beauty to see,as you light up our way.
Colourful and proud you stand above us all.
To remind us that, we are just clay.
If not for your covenant where would we be.
So Glorious 🌈 Rainbows continue to reign.

We are all deemed to go through pain.
The loss of a loved one.
Trial, tribulations and pain, which becomes unbearable to take.
A little here, a little there.
But this is our cross to bear.
But take heart, these things will pass away.
Stand firm, Stand strong. Stand Steadfast,hold on to the word of truth.
That says.
Joy Comes In The Morning 🌅.

With gentle hands,He shapes us each day.
Vessels of gold, silver, bronze and clay.
Making, breaking , molding and refining each day.
Handled with care as He crafts us each day.

Calamity is pounding, from inside and out.
As the world continues, hurtling out of control.
Disaster after disaster,as loved ones are lost.
Wars, famine and pestilence,has become the order of the day
Poliations and those in high rank has become scoffers,as they steal from the poor.
Keep your doors shut, Keep your doors
shut, is a cry heard from afar.
As crime and violence , is running rampant,as never before.
Freedom once loved, has become a thing of the past.
As no person is left untouched, with this scathing affair.

Doubt is like a trailblazer, when set into flight.
A seed once planted, has now become your plight.

The beauty of music is a lulling sound.
Bring joy to a broken and downcast soul.
Drifting and Drifting as you are drawn in.
Drifting to a place, that brings peace for a while.

Let's praise Him in the morning.
Let's praise Him in the night.
Let's praise Him when we low.
Let's praise Him when we high.
Let's praise Him in the good times.
Let's praise Him in the bad.
Let's praise Him because He has made us.
And this is our all.
Let's praise Him.

Fill me up.
Fill me up
Pour me out.
Pour me out.
As others drink off me.

Hope is our daily bread.
As we know not what tomorrow holds.
Let's fill it with laughter.
And time well spent.

A new day has broken.
Filled with wonders and awes.
Let us rejoice.
Because this is our all.

This home is not our dwelling place.
We are all just a passing through.
Come snow,rain or sunshine.
It is ours to weather through.
So let us be courageous.
Standing,tall and strong.
As we weather through them all.
Knowing we are not alone.
Stand Tall.
Stand Strong.
Be courageous.
Live in victory.
And never let go.

Walk as Christ Did.
The grass rises, the petals fall to the ground and the  flowers fade away.
But the enduring word of our Dear Lord will never lose its power
Our life's are but a passing moment and soon we too will fade away.
The young the old, the rich the poor, but our fate is all the same.
We will die.
So let us learn to number our days, as if this will be our last.
Awaken with a smile upon your face,as you carry it through the day.
Never would you have known, the impact it might have had to brighten someone's day.
As the dew destills and falls upon the ground.
So  too let your words be wholesome and flavoured with love
To give hope and courage, to the weak and weary, as their feeble hands hang  down.
Be gentle, be kind, be full of compassion.
So the.light that is within you may draw others to your side.
Be a good listener an attentive to the cry of those around.
Humble yourself.
Build and don't break, always lifting  others higher as in humility you do walk.
Young  one's respect your elders, so a blessing may follow you.
Walk the Walk.
Do not talk the talk.
But walk as Christ did Walk.
A beacon of light, that shines in the darkness.
To bring hope to a lost and a dying world.

Arise.
Arise I say Arise.
The night is well spent,as a new day breaks forth.
I take my first breath,I open my eyes,lift my hand and stretch my feet.
In awe I lay as I watch the sun stealthily creeping up from the East.
Shining forth as a ball of fire, as it emits off rays afar.
The heavens so vast arrayed with clouds of grey, white and blue.
It's funny how they seem to change in shape as they move across the sky.
Sometimes I could swear it was the  shape of a lion,a bird or a man I saw, as the images soon fade away.
I take my first steps, open the door as a gentle breeze upon my cheeks I feel.
I look upon the tree's, and all that I see, and stand in awe of the works, of our Great King.
I close my eyes as I say a prayer.
Thank you Dear Lord, that I could arise too see another day.
I open my eyes, a smile upon my face, as my heart grips the awesomeness of our Great King.

When pen doesn't reach paper.
I have nothing to say.
Peace has captivated me, and in it I will dwell.
It is like a gentle flowing river, soothing my soul.
Peace, Peace, Peace like a river.

In every sunrise, a masterpiece unfolds,
A canvas of colors, a story to be told.
The mountains stand tall, a testament to His might,
A reflection of beauty, in the morning light.

In the gentle breeze, a whisper of His voice,
A soothing melody, that brings a sense of choice.
The rivers flow gently, a symphony so fine,
A reflection of God's beauty, in every design.

In the laughter of children, a joy that's pure and bright,
A reflection of God's love, shining with delight.
In the beauty of nature, a story is revealed,
Of a Creator's hand, that crafted and concealed.

In every detail, a work of art divine,
A testament to God's beauty, that's truly sublime.
From the tiniest flower, to the vastness of space,
God's beauty is reflected, in every single place.

Touching people.
Mending hearts.
Reaching out.
Giving hope.

Love is the essence of our very being.
Not the outer form.
But the inner call.
Love is kind.
Love is patient.
Love is slow to anger.
And love does not boast.
It flows like a river, bringing healing to the lost and the lonely.

It's you.
It's you.
It's you.
The constant words that echo out when the fire is raging.
But come let's just take a deeper look.
Was it really him.
Was it really her.
Or was it me.
Defining one's self is very hard to do.
So the word you, will remain our battle cry.
Until you have lost it all.
OOPS.
Too late.

The Grave.
Each and every one of us was put on this earth to fulfill a purpose.
No matter what color or  creed  we were uniquely and beautifully designed by the potter.
But the grave becomes the  victor as many life's  come to an end,too many stories never told ,wasted talents , visions lost and swallowed up by the grave.