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Can’t bust a rhyme No matter how I try Focused on the climb 3 miles up- total high What do I find? A rhythm in the breese Guitar riff in the stream Drums in the Earth’s heart-beat A funky bass in the sunbeams Leaving me to sing. Life’s syncing frequencies Thanks for the read! Kerry~

Colors dancing, bright, dark unashamed red blue purple yellow Musical notes, movements, songs, joyful, blues, jazz Words spreading about, multiplying Performances, magic, people fly through the air Pastels, baby blue, coming out of the fog, Melodious, harmonious, lines from plays, merging, emerging Brushes, strokes, the drums, Creating, re-creating nature Personalities, plots, people Violins, cows jumping over the moon New words, worlds Smiles, cries, shapes, sitar, guitar, harp Love, anticipation, opportunity Costumes, buildings, revealing camera shots, A taste

As you ring out the old and ring in the new May the good Lord bless you in all that you do Reflect on the memories made last year Making plans for new memories ringing in the new year "New Year Blessings" we wish for when the clock strikes midnight toasting each other full of good cheer As you ring out the old and ring in the new May the good Lord bless you in all that you do! Written by Tammy Spears (copyright) Author of "Flutter of an Eye"

In darkness Moonbeams of silver Cast opalescent light On her sculpted soul She is a moonflower Whose bud unfurls In a magical twirl Drawn open by the light The air is heavy With the perfume Of passion’s sweet nectar Love is a night flower © Lorene G. Rogers Aug. 18, ‘22

didn't want to go her back in so much pain she had nothing to lose and everything to gain herself, a pediatric nurse she tried everything tens unit, cold/heat nothing worked - nada not a single thing could have climbed the stairs which she decided not to do she took the elevator - got trapped - who knew cellphone came in handy called the office to advise office gal came right away - following her cries 911 - two firetrucks pulled up outside geared to the hilt with axes they arrived for a full half hour, they tried - they pried and they pried a-sweatin' and hopin' 'till the doors finally opened free at last - free at last ©️ Lorene Rogers, Jan. 28, 2023

Snowflakes gently falling on a snow-covered grave as mourners come to pay respect in Woodbine where she lays Preacher dressed in black with the good book in his hand, ministers to each of us - helps me understand - though she’s no longer with me, it’s all part of His plan. The message of the gospel soothes the pain in my heart… one day I’ll be with her again - for a while we’ll be apart. Unseen angels comfort me yet tears stream down my face as I hear whispered messages of everlasting grace; how beautiful is everything - in life, in death and in this space. “Smell the roses pastel pink – sitting pretty on the spray… Cheer up, now” – is what she’d say - “It’s February 14th, Valentine’s Day!” She lived her life with love and joy, showing me, showing us, showing everyone the way. © Lorene Rogers Feb. 14, 2023

You leave nothing lost to notice only admiring the curves of my voice safe and sound in the cacoon of your verse coddled and caressed by words you use to delve in the holes of my imagination You are a soft stroke away from a poem ... ~ ©️ Priya Patel 🕉

Envy for the ease Of taking wing Soaring high Buffered by the wind Gracious voices Uplifted in praise Singing together At sun’s first rays Gowns of colors Glittering in dew Reflecting reds Purples and blues Envy you I do So when I dream I’m one of your kind Taking to wing

she knew he was gone even before he was born this death before life still she carried him crying him to heavens doors bathing him in tears ~ ©️ Priya Patel,  Jan 16, 24 🕉 Artwork by Medha Srivastava titled Motherlove

Where leads this beckoning road, This silent, time-worn street? Does it lead to secret places, where Angels and demons meet? Or, does it fade with forward steps, And slowly cease to be? Perhaps it reaches unknown lands, Which I am doomed to never see. Yet I cannot long each road ignore, Nor allow my steps to turn, From each strange path to somewhere, And new things I must learn. Donovan Baldwin

Together we walk in the rainy dusk Lushness and silence surround Save for the pitter patter  Of all those drops coming down Two bundles trudging side by side Heads down in defensive stance Wet and alone on this daily chore Hunkered below protective branch I love to walk in the autumn rain Feeling mist lite on my skin Heavenly waters quelling thirst Feeding trees and living beings My dog however hates to go He’s not a fan and wonders  For what good reason are we here Wet soaking through our covers He doesn’t comprehend its he Who has all the control We’d hurry in if only he’d  Kindly finish up the show Jumping puddles, straddling gutter Rivers with leaf boats floating by We’re homeward bound and not too soon Neither of us remains dry