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The Shield In My Life
It was a thunderous, illuminating night
When He appeared and talked of the shield.
I was there, just a face in the crowd,
Elated by His energy and sight
Enchanted by His charm and wit
As truth filled my ears.
But then not by choice
He revealed to my dismay the shield
Invisible to my eyes
Hanging heavy from my chest
Like a storms eternity.
He did loosen the cord
That bound that old worn battle shield,
I tried to stop it from falling as it tumbled
Crashing down around my feet.
Shattered, broken into a hundred pieces.
My heart began to weep. He smiled and said,
“ Leave it and be free”
Sobbing deep moans rumbled through my soul
As I bent to pick up the pieces
To take them as my own.
Walking to a hillside. I laid the pieces down
Leaving them buried on the hill.
I turned and walked away,
With a flow of healing tears
I heard his voice within my soul
And in my heart I felt free from all my fears.
© Erich J. Goller
The party’s over now, I stand alone;
My hangover will cause a lot of strife;
But in the quiet times and in full swing,
The party was the best one of my life.
Rainbow Princess shoulders her cloak of many colors
A hue of shamanistic colors gives its glory to the sky.
Coral, citrine, gold, malachite, turquoise and amethyst
She scans Father Sun and relishes in his beauty.
She turns suddenly at a sound and sees
Blue skies turn silver gray on a lost horizon.
The breeze turns to gusts and the smell of rain
Portends of promising splendor.
A Rain Warrior rides his War Horse,
Its hooves stomp and the thunder rolls. Rain Warrior rides hard and furious.
His silver robe of falling diamonds and golden sparks Fling and flits behind him.
Cascading his fury into the storm. The sky cracks as he approaches.
Ahead he sees the Rainbow Princess. He has always marveled at her beauty.
She has eluded him before, But this time he wants her.
Her beauty, her color, her essence. She sees him approaching. Fast.
This time she is not afraid. Father Sun has remained to give her life.
She bows and remains firm. Rain Warrior throws his golden spark and surrounds her,
Entwining her with his powerful hold. The embrace is intense.
The energy releases a jarring jolt And in that instant Rainbow Princess vanishes.
Thunder crashes and matches his yell of fury. Diamond rain spills and pours over the land.
Rain Warrior will seek the Rainbow Princess Even if it takes eternity.
He will have her. Then, the real sparks will fly!
© Dena M. Ferrari
The shores around Pacific’s rim are guarded by the might
Of buoys and men and radios, that watch by day and night.
The Indian Ocean’s balmy shores should have been guarded too
But the will to act was missing, the killer waves too few.
“We cannot spare the money” was India’s refrain
And echoed by the countries who could not see the gain.
What price upon a single life? What worth a hundred more?
How much to save a thousand bodies floating by the shore?
The stable door is open, the horse of death is free.
It rode upon the killer waves that they could not forsee.
So now they talk of forging a new bolt for the door -
The early warning system they could have had before.
© Tony Johnson~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
A Girl’s Dream
Wing span seeks the circle of bright white light above its tips,
gliding as if an artist pen lingers in the feathers of delicate white
Height touches a shivering cold not yet warmed by the venture,
waits to happen within the flight of the Dove’s struggling wings
Flying in a circular fashion that lifts the Dove higher and higher,
the wings momentum climbs steady to reach the glowing white light
Blinded by the brilliance the flight must quickly descend coming back to a reality,
to one’s station in life that is home as the girl that was dreaming - awakes
© Rhoda Galgiani
The Long Road
The long road it keeps on going Round bend after bend after bend
Very often it is full of pain But with great joy it does also blend
Like when it feels it is cared for Having tarmac smooth and flat
Seeing the sun beaming down As if wanting to stop and chat
These are days when it's happy Like when a new lane comes to be
Dancing and prancing by the side Of the now aging road happily`
It’s the hope of such joy continuing That the old road stretches on
Through pit fall after pit fall Tirelessly till day is done
When it prays its end will be Light, high and full of love
To join with the one true road That leads to Heaven above
© Patricia Ann Farnsworth-Simpson