Poetry - Universallove

I avoid negative things.
Negativity.

It's not denial, oh no it is not.
It's actually acceptance.

Why would I want to be negative?
Why would I let negativity affect me.

Some people just cant shut up.
It's like a hobby.
Their hobby which I don't wish to question on.
It's something that they like.
If that makes their life more challenging and interesting, so be it.

But I choose to be on the other side.

So, I stay away from them.
Although I have endured quite a number.
Although I have managed to ignore some.
But when too much is on my face, it eventually creeps up on me.
So I make my way before it can even reach me.
Nor do I make any efforts to make them stay.

I feel your arms surround me, as I lay my head to your breast.
Even the scent of you lingers in this still night air.
Death did not take you ,I can smell your skin, feel your arms,
your love envelops me, whenever I close my eyes and wish you here.
In my darkest nights, the scent of Old Spice wafts gingerly by.
As if to say, I am here Lily please don't cry.

Autumn Colours

The autumn colours are on the trees
Greens, yellows, orange and brown
The acorns and the horse chestnuts
Will be falling to the ground

Staying there for many months
Starting to decompose
Ready for the spring time to come
So the seed inside regrows

On the trees leaves will all discolour
Then fall off, which looks so mean
But in the spring they will rejuvenate
All nice and new and green

Don’t be sad when autumn comes
It is nature’s way of giving birth
When the leaves and seeds fall to the ground
It is giving nutrients to the earth

Written by David Boyce
30th October 2009
David Boyce©2009
http://www.daveboyce.faithweb.com

As a Child I Chanted, It Was Our Way

Knarred pines below our mountain were
Living gravestones on the land, we called
Home; high above them were the kudzu-
Shrouded caves where I played with
Skinned knees, hoarfrost eyes and
Long black braids.

Below the mountain was hallowed ground
And beneath decaying pine needles the
Bleached bones of my ancestors lay hidden
In the mounds.

Great-grandmother said the mountain was
A cathedral a place she took me to pray,
As a child, I chanted it was our way.

As the night shadows disappeared in
Mornings golden rays, we raised our hands
Toward the sky to bless another day.

Great-grandmothers’ voice strong and clear
Both high pitch and low came from deep
Within her as if orchestrated by her soul.

Floating across the mountains scarred granite
Face our mantra rose to the Great Spirit as we
Honored an ancient sacred place.

The sounds of a waking earth reminded us of
How the world came to be, our prayers spoke
Of rebirth and that our souls would someday be
Free.

We ran through emerald grass damp with
Morning dew, the unseen breezes kissed our
Face and our life was once again renewed.

As we hurried to a nearby creek to wash away
Yesterday’s sorrow I wished that this is how our
Lives would always be, I would never grow up and
She would never grow old, great-grandmother
And me.

The dusk of evening found us returning to the
Creek to bath in the glow of the setting sun
Where once again we lifted our faces to the sky
grateful to Mother Earth for another beautiful day.

Yes as a child I chanted, it was our way.

A. J. Johnson Wisconsin USA

http://writeandrewrite.blogspot.com

The House by the Side of the Road

There are hermit souls that live withdrawn in the peace of their self-content;
There are souls, like stars, that dwell apart, in a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze their paths where highways never ran;
But let me live by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Let me live in a house by the side of the road, where the race of men go by;
The men who are good and the men who are bad, as good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat, or hurl the cynic's ban;
Let me live in a house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

I see from my house by the side of the road, by the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope, the men who are faint with the strife.
But I turn not away from their smiles, nor their tears, both parts of an infinite plan;
Let me live in my house by the side of the road and be a friend to man.

Sam Walter Foss

Funny little Penguin
Trying hard to fly
It's tiny little wings
Will not set him on high

He waddles to the waters edge
So clumsy in his way
But once in the water he slides
He swims like a fish at play.

So swiftly through the water
Grateful and precise
Swimming like a dart
Popping head up through the ice

Funny little penguin
A curiosity is he
But by far the prettiest
That I ever did see

Tiny little whiskers
Stick our from back of head
Black coat and white belly
Lots of fish he is daily fed

Dear little penguin
With many friends he swims
I wish he could come home with me
In my bath, Id love to see him swim.

Maureen Richards.

My Kitten

My kitten is so playful
It doesn't have a care
Looks into the mirror
Thinks another cat is there

He pounces and crouches
Teasing, trying hard to pet
At this little friend
He thinks he has just met.

He peeps around the corner
And jumps back in surprise
When he meets his friend again
And looks him in the eyes.

Every time he's lonely he only has
to look into the mirror, and play
with his new friend who greets him,
always comes what may.

By Maureen Richards

The Way

What is life, but to live,
What is Love, but to give,
What is knowledge, but to share
What of you, but to care.

Every day, Every minute,
Live, Love, Give, Share
Have Gods grace, for the
human race and truly Care.

Change will come, Sometimes slowly,
Sometimes fast, Give all the love
That will truly last, Love opens doors,
Be steady, be sure.

Give to all, This is the call,
Big or small, Sow the seed,
Do the deed, Bring heaven
To Earth.

Across the Heavens, clear and bright,
Travelling through the velvet night,
A tiny star, a jewelled flame,
Came to Earth to learn again.

Many wonders did he see,
The teeming Earth, the boundless sea,
And all the creatures that dwelt therein,
The plants, the trees, the crawling things.

Other lights that came his way,
Taught him many things each day,
Of pain and tears and miserie,
Joy and laughter and ecstacy.

With each pain his light grew dim
And bitterness made him dark and grim,
Till one day a small light sparked his flame,
And filled him with joy and love again.

As he learnt to care for his fellow stars,
His light spread out and shone afar,
Filling the sky with its rainbow rays,
And healing all who came his way.

The flame of love burnt bright as day,
And soon he had to be on his way,
Back to the source from whence he came,
Knowing that love alone can cure all pain.

Written by Susan Cates

THE WORLD IS WHITE, BLUE
AND GREEN

MADE UP OF VAST SEA'S AND
SPRAWLING LAND

FROM FROZEN GLAZIERS AND
GOLDEN SANDS

ICE CAPPED MOUNTAINS AND
LUSH GREEN FIELDS

THAT PROVIDES THE WORLD
WITH NOURISHING MEALS

IT'S OUR DUTY TO GIVE MOTHER
NATURE A HAND

TO LOOK AFTER WHAT WE HAVE
BEEN GIVEN

TO ACT IN A LANGUAGE THAT
SHE UNDERSTANDS

IT'S THIS THAT SHOULD ALWAYS
KEEP US DRIVEN

Written by Paris Hardy. 11yrs old
Wales UK.

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Crabby Old Man

What do you see nurses?. . . . .. What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, . . . . . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit . . . . .. . . . . with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . . . . . . . and makes no reply .
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . . 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . . . . the things that you do.
And forever is losing . . . . . . . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . . . . . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding . .. . . . . . The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you're not looking at me.

I'll tell you who I am. . . . . . . . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten . . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . .. . . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . . with wings on his feet.
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . . . . a lover he'll meet.
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap..
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . . . . .. . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . .. . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . .. . . . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future . .. . . . . . . shudder with dread.
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . . . . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . .. . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . . .. . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . . . . .. a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . .. . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain..
And I'm loving and living . . . . . . . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . .. . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer . . . . see ME!!

Written by an elderly man who died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in

North Platte, Nebraska,

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Precious Days

Never let the sun set
On a bright new day
Without achieving something
Constructive on the way.

The hours are far too precious
To let them slip away
By sitting down and dreaming
Of things that should be done today

Rise up each morning gladly,
And achieve each task with cheer,
Use each moment wisely
To show others that you care.

See the golden sunrise,
See the wonder of the stars,
The beauty of the forest
And the mighty ocean’s roar.

Everything around us
Has a story to unfold,
Every tiny insect,
Every little bird.

So never waste a moment
Of God’s precious day.
It only comes around but once
And quickly flies away.

Written by Susan Cates

A friendly smile when passing,
A kindly word of cheer,
Will set the heartstrings dancing,
And dry away the tear.

A listening ear for problems,
An understanding heart,
And time for one another
To help the fears depart.

These are our greatest treasures,
More valuable than pearls,
To share with one another
And create a better world.

So don’t rush past the stranger
With your head up in the clouds,
Just give a friendly greeting,
And bring sunshine to their world.

As the New Year Begins.

It seems as each year ends,
I look back and think of my friends,
What I did right, and what I did wrong,
Who came into my life and who is gone

But every year there are those who remain,
Looking only for friendship nothing else to gain,
They have stayed by me through good and bad,
Smiled when I am happy, held me when I've been sad.

After so many years you begin to realize,
That a friend is life's greatest prize,
Not the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow,
That we seem to seek where ever we go
So, as I grow older and begin another New Years' Day,
I will thank God for those friends He sent my way,
And my New Years resolution will always be,
To thank Him again for every breath of life He's given me

Then I will pray He will show me the way,
Give me the wisdom and guide me through each day,
And most of all at the end of each year,

Keep by me those friends I will always hold so dear,
And as I make new friends I'll treasure the old,
For the first are silver the latter is gold.

Wishing you a very happy, healthy, and prosperous New Year!
Welcome to the year '2009'

Have a good day and a better one tomorrow!

Author: Unknown

Sent in by Mary, Horn Lake, MS USA

Nothing has been changed from the original poem Maddie wrote before she passed into Gods loving care.

A wisp of a breeze flows by my cheek, telling me you are near.
Your spirit is alive within my heart. You're sailing on butterfly wings.

Your time with us was short and sweet, your laughter rings true in my ear.
I hear your giggles, eyes sparkling wide, as you flutter on butterfly wings.

Maddie, my love, I know you are safe and your pain is forever gone.
I see you at play or painting all day, then soaring on butterfly wings.

Only God knows why he called you home so early in your young life.
We'll be with you some day, not so far away. We'll gather on butterfly wings.

For Maddie and Her Loving Family

Christmas Time Yearly.

This time of year is very hard
For those who are left behind
We need a little thoughtfulness
And for people to be kind.

We miss those who passed over
Who were the ones we loved
Although we cannot care for them
They look over us from above.

We send our thoughts out to them
So we know they are around
They sometimes send us messages
Whilst we walk this earthly ground.

So for all those who are missing them
Who have had to leave us early
The times we think of them most
Is Christmas time yearly.

On Christmas day those thoughts will flood
You may even have a tear
But a tingle and the loving thought
You will know that they are near.

Written By David Boyce
18th December 2008

What to look for.

Love is how I feel,
When I am with you,
When I think of you,
When I speak of you,
Am I looking forward,
Am I complete,
Am I content,
Am I proud?
Your action reflects on me,
Your attitude reflects on me,
Your success reflects on me,
Your thought reflects on me.
Though I may love you,
You must consider also.
Love is how you feel,
When you are with me,
When you think of me,
When you speak of me.
Are you looking forward,
Are you complete,
Are you content,
Are you proud?
My action reflects on you,
My attitude reflects on you,
My success reflects on you,
My thought reflects on you.

Author. Rhondalyn Teel.

Dear Lord.

Every single evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little Prayer
Keeps running through my head:

God bless all my family
Wherever they may be,
Keep them warm and safe from harm
For they're so close to me.

And God, there is one more thing
I wish that you could do;
Hope you don't mind me asking,
Please bless my computer too.

Now I know that it's unusual
To Bless a motherboard,
But listen just a second
While I explain it to you, Lord.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more than odds and ends;
Inside those small compartments
Rest so many of my friends.

I know so much about them
By the kindness that they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Takes me in to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as you
We share in what life brings us
And from that our friendships grew.

Please take an extra minute
From your duties up above,
To bless those in my address book
That's filled with so much love.

Wherever else this prayer may reach
To each and every friend,
Bless each e-mail inbox
And each person who hits "send".

When you update your Heavenly list
On your own Great CD-ROM,
Bless everyone who says this prayer
Sent up to GOD.com

How very heavy such a small word can be…
So many ways to understand it.
No war, friendship, serenity, harmony.
But more than that…
It is the goal of an entire universe.
How could it be when we find ourselves so torn apart.
The answer…
More than one version of what peace really means.
Endless movements of life on this planet…
Doesn’t our true diversity lie in how our idea of values differ?
The challenge to our world…
Embracing the differences in what we hold true.
Perhaps the link in the chain, the tie that could bind…
Is you.

Hello God, I called tonight
To talk a little while;
I need a friend who'll listen,
To my anxieties and trials.

You see, I can't quite make it
Through a day just on my own;
I need your love to guide me,
So I'll never feel alone.

I want to ask you please to keep
My family safe and sound;
Come and fill their lives with confidence,
For whatever fate they're bound.

So thank you, God, for listening,
To my troubles and my sorrow;
Good night, God, I love you, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow.

Give me faith, dear God, to face
Each hour throughout the day;
And not to worry over things,
I can't change any way.

I thank you God, for being home,
And listening to my call;
For giving me such good advice,
When I stumble and fall.

Your number, God, is the only one
That answers every time;
I never get a busy signal,
Never had to pay a dime.

So thank you, God, for listening,
To my troubles and my sorrow;
Good night, God, I love you, too,
And I'll call again tomorrow!

"Happy, Happy, Happy!" sings out,
In joy, my time-tossed soul,
A shimm'ring light bathes all, I see
Here in glowing warmth, born
On soft breezes, voices airy,
Earth-wide whispers: pure bliss
Many colored, glitt'ring pieces,
Holy charms calm my mind
My heart free, child-like, innocent,
Wise to giddy excess,
Revels in each moment, fleeting,
Fixed, 'fore darkness returns

Translated in Italian:

"Felice, Felice, Felice!" canta via,
Nella gioia,
La mia anima un tempo scossa,
L'aureola luminosa avvolge tutti, e sento
Qui nel calore sprigionante luce,
Sulle brezze molli difuso,
Delle voci leggere /illusorie/
Sussurri del mondo intero: pura beatitudine
Di glitter scheggiati multicolore tintinnio
Calma santa affascina la mia mente
E liberato il mio cuore, pari-bimbo, innocente,
Saggio all'eccesso vertiginoso,
Di trovar diletto ogni istante, fugace,
Che ritornano fisse le tenebre, di prima.

Here I Am, I Think!

As I am waking up from a deep sleep
At least, I think I am awake
Things around me begin to come in to focus
Pushing away those things that might be fake

And, as I sit here thinking about it all
Wondering why everything seems so familiar
I can't help, suddenly, realizing
They were like my dreams, a bit blurred

So, I began thinking, more intently
On the difference between reality and dreams
And, how little they seem to differ
At least, that's the way it seems

So, now, I am faced with the possibility
As hard as it may all seem
That reality is not reality at all
But, rather, just a shadow of my dreams

Donald Ray Patton
Copyright ©2007 Donald Ray Patton

Once.

Once when the years were calmer
And all of thought was green,
There was time for the shadow-lights of life
That flicker out, half-seen;
Time for the scent of new-mown grass,
The darkness of pine-fronds etched on the sky.
Now I watch the world through distorting glass,
And I long for an age gone by,
When time was asleep, but life was alive,
When the spinning years were not in haste -
I could watch tall reeds for a life-long hour,
And see the leaves of the lilies quiver,
And white swans dreaming on the river;
Or melt in the heart of a flower.

Author Geoff Hoffman
England. UK

Moon Shadows.

I saw moon-coloured snow translate
A pavement into mystery.
Under the arch of midnight glowed
A meaning more than sight could see,
Haunting the strangely silent road,
As if it would communicate
A vision words could not express.
Every twig on every tree
Was a black shadow edged with white,
A silhouette of loveliness
In a frame of lunar light;
And my perceiving soul took wing
To see snow-shadows scintillate,
And hear unbroken silence sing.

Author Geoff Hoffman.
England. UK

Seasons.

To every season its own story:
Spring bulbs bursting into glory,
Summer greening every tree,
Autumn like a golden sea
Of crinkled leaves that tremble down
In shades of yellow, bronze and brown;
And winter has its wonders too,
Fairer than summer ever knew:

The woods are manacled with snow
In scattered silver falls, that glow
Among fir branches black and green -
A contrast, magic to be seen -
Rich darkness, in white purity.
Winter’s winds are wild and free.
Where boiling clouds of darkness rolled,
Swift sunlight strikes the world to gold.

Winter is no season of the dead.
Perched on a black branch overhead,
A blue tit preens its ruffled wings,
Twinkles cheerful eyes and sings,
While puppies flick their tails and play
In the white fields of the day;
And children’s laughter, piping high,
Runs in ripples to the sky.

Author Geoff Hoffman.
England. UK

And There was Light.

Let there be light: and there were flowers,
Swinging their skirts along the afternoon;
Apple and cherry blossom - petalled showers
Of laughter, sun-swept into June.

Children with roses - song of trees -
Curved swallows like a melody in flight -
Snow-flakes of blossom - liquid gold of bees:
God smiled, and there was light.

An Answer to Fanatics.

Except in the enforced defence
Of freedom, life, or innocence,
Whoever lifts the sword
Defies the Lord.
To fight for God is an offence:
The father-sin of violence.
Whoever kills in Heaven's name
Is Heaven's shame.
One cannot make God's glory more
By disobeying Heaven's law;
Nor violence at any price
Buy the way to Paradise.

Author Geoff Hoffman.
England. UK

All Is Well.

Death is nothing at all;
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other That we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed at the little
jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.

Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect;
Without a trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was;
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you for an interval.
Somewhere very near; just around the corner.

All is well.

After an original by Canon Henry Scott Holland of St Paul's Cathedral.

The Distant Shore.

Our home is just a distant shore
Where we were given love galore
But now we have a different life
Among the earth of toil and strife
It is said our lives we plan ahead
Before this earth we do descend
Each of us having our path to find
Living our lives being loving and kind.

We all will have our tasks to do
Spreading Gods love that is given you
So that our lives maybe rich and full
On Gods earth being happy and joyful
We leave the tranquil shores to find
Not all Gods children and so kind
Some want to be powerful and ignore
Gods promise form the distant shore.

Their heavy hearts so full of woe
They do not believe in God anymore
If they could only embrace the light
And feel the love that brings delight
Into their lives that is full of sin
And find the love of God within.

As we go forward in our daily lives
Memories of the distant shore subside
We forget our dear friends back home
While here on earth we live and roam
Sometimes we feel sad and forlorn
Thinking that we are all alone
Living our lives as best we can
Trying to help our fellow man.

As we progress and become more aware
We find our spirit friends are still there
Guiding and helping us realise
We are not forgotten in their eyes
Their guidance they send from above
We gain solace and hope from their love
Helping us through our earthly lives
Until the day of our demise
When our earthly tasks are no more
They guide us back to the distant shore.

I Stood by Your Bed Last Night.

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
"It's me, I haven't left you, I'm well, I'm fine, I'm here."

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I'm not lying there.
I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said "it's me."

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It's possible for me to be so near you everyday.
To say to you with certainty, "I never went away."

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew,
in the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over... I smile and watch you yawning and say
"good-night, God bless, I'll see you in the morning."

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I'll rush across to greet you and we'll stand, side by side.
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.
Be patient, live your journey out … then come home to be with me.

Courtesy: Assistance Dogs.

When you were born, from deep within my core.
My spirits and feelings, how they did soar
They brought me a bundle all wrapped in blue
God had sent you, this I knew to be true

Growing from a toddler, into that special young child
Being sick, the struggles and efforts it took for awhile
I still remember the tender, warm, sweet smile
The shine on your face, as you went willing, that extra mile

It seemed as tho your life, was one of trials and pain
As you fought back the tears that eventually came
Everyone knew your body was tired and in a strain
Oh, but what courage it took to keep on trying, just the same

When you no longer played in the sand
I realized, I had no child, but a tender young man
You were always so loving, gentle, and kind
A long way you had come, from being so far behind

As the years went by so fast and quick
We had all, but forgotten, that you had ever been sick
Then one beautiful day, early in spring
You left this earth, to answer his ring

Even tho now, I'm sadden and I weep
Your precious memories, I'll always cherish and keep
Of a son, I had so tender and mild
Who went to heaven, and became Gods' Child.

In memory of my son James Thomas Kirk - 2/8/71 - 4/4/92

From his loving and devoted mother Elaine DiLisio.

Around the corner I did see
Beautiful flowers there for me
Cascading with the morning light
Daffodil, Tulip, Crocus to my delight

Each one sharing their colours so bright
Forever lovely in their majestic height
Glowing with fervent until the night
Having to bow their heads so they might

Increase their strength for the coming day
Joyfully awaking to the songs of the Jay
Knowing that the sun will brightly shine
Lovingly helping them to recline

Much thought as gone within these plants
Nobody knows what their beauty ranks
Over and Over they come each year
Perfect and lovely in galore no fear

Quivering gentle in the breeze
Reaching for the sun to breath
Sunlight into their stems and leaf
Timing their lives by seasons brief

Until the moment when they again
Vacate the wonder of their domain
Where once again they do depart
Yonder into the home of their hearts
Xylophone airs of the wind far and wide
Zenith of life in the earth again to reside.

Angels are all around you.

Angels are all around you letting you know they are there
Giving you peace and hope and showing you how they care
Each one of them are different each one has a task to do
Helping, Teaching, Comforting. Angels are all around you.

One angel can give you healing another see you through
One will watch or’e you sleeping and wake you with the dew
The angel who is your guardian has been with you since your birth
Your companion and your friend your Stalemate here on earth.

Angels are all around you just give them a little thought
They are your celestial helpers when you are bereft and wrought
They like to laugh and cry with you they shed their healing light
Their strength and love is powerful they are Gods great holy light.

Be clear in your minds now do not be sad and blue
Wherever you may wander the angels are all around you.
The angel voices sing aloud their happiness we hear
They like to talk and play with you they like to see us free
To live our lives the way we should in Love and Harmony.

Angels are all around you their magic light they bare
To shed their rays upon you to show you how they care
Whatever task we ask of them they do with so much glee
So let the angels into you life by Asking them you see.

Don’t beat yourself it’s not your fault
You know all this of course
Don’t hesitate to ask for help
Away from the negative force

You can relax your mind and soul
You know of this my friend
It’s your determination
That will help you in the end

Your heart is full of sorrow
Your mind is full of doubt
You need to stay focused
And this will help you out.

Don’t focus on the negative
Cos you are not to blame
Be kind at heart and truthful
And you will soon be back again.

Author. Dave Boyce.

Friendship travels quietly,
Like a stream it gently flows
It isn’t planned or practiced
Like a flower it blooms and grows.

Friendship brings a trusting,
Pleasant memories to share.
To talk and laugh in harmony
Time together - time to care.

Friendship helps with coping,
When there’s sadness in your day
A smile, a gentle word or two,
A hand along the way.

Friendship is for sharing,
In the joy of company
And the warmth that
seems to fill your heart
When a friendly smile you see.

Believe in Yourself.

Achieving Dreams
Set your standards high
You deserve the best
Try for what you want
A dream is a seed
And never settle for less
The seed of a tree
A tree full of life

Believe in yourself
And the things you can be
No matter what you choose
Your dreams are the windows
Keep a winning attitude
Through which you can see
And you can never lose
A hint of the future
And the things you will be

Think about your destination
Each night when you sleep
But don't worry if you stray
You're feeding the seed
Because the most important thing
The seed of the tree
Is what you learnt along the way
Of who you will be.
Take all that you become
To be all that you can be
Soar above the clouds
And let your dreams set you free

If you think you have got it, you have;
If you think you will get it, you will;
If your temperature rises, you faint,
No matter the size of the pill.
If you think you are sick, then you are;
If you want to be well, you will find
That healthiness starts with your will;
It’s all in the state of your mind.
If you think that your done for, you are;
If you think that you dare not, you don’t;
If you think you will never go far,
It’s almost a cert that you won’t,
But think yourself healthy and whole,
Think thoughts that are happy and kind,
Just think that you can, and you will;
It’s all in the state of the mind.

The Bluebell Shrine.

On April day, an elusive breath filled the air
and entering the woods , I found that Spring was already there
She was painting a picture. which came alive to show
the bluebells, trees and ferns the way to grow.

Day by day, the flowers steady formed and grew
each trumpet vell trimmed with scallops hem of blue
Pirouetting with their crinolines in an old fashion dance
laughing and swaying their beauty to enhance

Each day they grew stronger and formed a carpet of blue
some bells were white, some striped with a darker hue
But all were protected by newly minted blades of green
which combined together to make an unforgettable scene

The crescent moon sailed high in the pale blue sky
and long silver moonbeams set out to fly
to the bluebell woods to provide the light
so the woodland folk could sing and dance to their delight.

For few short weeks, the pageant carried on
but as Spring departed the vibrance was gone
Slowly the bluebells began to fade
and green seed capsules appeared instead

Each season gives place in an ordered fashion
so the bluebells became jaded and slept for a faction
Of orderly time in the course of Nature’s season
which is the result of a cycle of perfect season.

All around the trees are donning their garments of green
and the bushes and plants of summer bask in sunlight serene
But always my soul remembers with a sense of awe
when a mass of bluebells carpeted the woodland floor