Call out with joyful abandon,With gleeful determination,So that all may hear,The passion within your soul,And feel the wave of energy,That you ride.With the song of life,Roaring through your veins,You give the universe,Your being and mind.It echoes your fiery essence,And rushing anticipation.Call out to the world,Hear its promising refrain.
Sunshine draping,Across the landscape,Set out before me.Breezes blowing,Caressing the skin.Let the music flow,And dance,With your body and mind.Eat the fruit of the earth,And enjoy the taste of life.Rest with the contentment,Provided by the natural world.There is peace to be had,When simplicity arises,And the weather warms.
The sun hangs lowCasting a golden hue.Ripples escape the dash,Causing a wave of nostalgia.With the call of days past,And the nebulous future,Lays the content of the present.Relaxation held within,A stream of consciousness.Whispers and wisps,Of pleasurable times,Call and kiss the mind,With sounds and syllables.May the peace envelop you.
Lost and wading through the quicksand,Finding an oasis,A place of peace.Let a spirit guide you,Through troubles and strife,To a serene space.Wear a crown,As you stride amidst a battle.For your regal bearing,Carries you through,All that would press against you,With ferocity and anger.Step forth noble one,Towards your royal throne,And take your proper place,Amongst the golden realm.
So this post is going to diverge from my normal cooking and poetry posts. Now that I have said that, let me venture into the world of dreams and patience. I am currently playing the Chateau Diaries complete playlist in the background at the moment. If you have no idea what I am talking about, … Continue reading Dreams and Patience
Click, clack,Hear my shoes,Tap into the past.With a swish,I turn into another era.Through clothes and hair,I seemingly appear,To be an illusion of the past,A ghost, an apparition,Brought to life. I may visit ancestors,Through taste and smell,With spoon and bowl,Or deep pot and ladle,I conjure a portal to ages past.Through the passage,I pass along to others,The … Continue reading Poem: The Past in Senses
They ask you to step into certain shoes,While avoiding others themselves.What would it take to remember,Those that they scorn?To stop denying them a face,To be willing to hear their side?They call others selfish and thoughtless.Yet how mindlessly do they follow. I try to remember my own faults,And the areas that I forget,To pause in my … Continue reading Poem: Stepping into Certain Shoes
Have you touched the sunset,With its colorful rays?Have you let its energy,Wash over your face?With a guitar strumming,Let the rhythm of life,Guide your steps into a dance.Hear the whispers of timeless loves,Enchant you and your dreams.Step in and out of many realms,Ones of magic and freedom.Out of your core and basic floor,Comes the whirling of … Continue reading Poem: Have You Touched The Sunset?
Touches, fringes of life,Hanging, waiting to be grasped,Following the weave,Of an ancient tapestry,One constantly created,And one waiting for moths to consume. How do you bind the holes,Back into a better state,Where you can decipher,The context and occurrences? When they are repaired,More is added to your section,Of the growing fabric,Winding its way through time.Greater context is … Continue reading Poem: Guiding Weft
I think that nearly everyone can agree with me that their plans for 2020 were absolutely trashed quite quickly into the year. Part of me just laughs at my New Years Eve self. She was very ambitious for the coming year and felt rather sure of herself. Here we are at the end of September … Continue reading Changing Plans and Keeping Goals