They call me Alaurilee

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I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~

Monday, March 29, 2010

Even Happy Cries Sometimes

We all lose our happy,
it happens from time to time.
Sometimes without a reason,
we find we've lost our rhyme.

We dig deep inside ourselves,
Trying to figure it out.
Searching for the answer,
to rid us of our lonesome pout.

In the midst of having it all,
a tear trickles out of our eye.
We don't always know the cause,
or have a reason why.

We just know we fell so empty,
and that we've lost our spark.
We know we should be happy,
but tell this to our heart.

These moments only last,
as long as we allow them to.
But we too have the choice,
to stop being sad and blue.

We wipe our tears and smile,
then bravely start again.
We choose to find our happy,
and turn tears into a grin.

The Voice of a Lady

Mother Nature speaks to us;
Listen to her whisper in the wind.
She dances in the fallen leaves;
and coerces the tree limbs to bend.

She shines in everything you see;
her touch is everywhere.
She sculpts canyons from rivers
and breathes wind through the air.

She births a new life every second
and absorbs for rebirth what is dead.
She sings songs through the chirp of the birds,
and provides food for all to be fed.

You'll see her in everything you see,
like that immature hawk perched there.
Even in this land made from man.
Look and you'll find her everywhere.

Embrace the life that lives with us,
in everything we do and see.
Every life breathing blade of grass,
the leaves of each and every tree.

Remember we animals share together,
a world that lives and breathes;
With respect for our friend Mother Nature,
and the miracles all that is living sees.

Inspired by a twitter photo prompt.
A picture taken of a immature Hawk that had landed on a deck.
From: @kitterztoo

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Every Day is a Blessing

Each night I lay my head to sleep,
with your love in my heart.
It's always there inside of me,
even when we are apart.

I love the way it warms my soul
and fills me to the very brim.
This kind of love helps one grow,
and shine from deep within.

It helps a person be oneself,
when a love is given completely.
This kind of love embraces the heart,
holding it so soft and sweetly.

I drift to sleep with loving thoughts,
of all that makes my life complete.
My life is living outside of the box,
not always so tidy and neat.

Yet when my morning eyes awake,
I know they'll find you in it.
Because of this I am so blessed,
And thankful for every minute.

Up, Up and Away

Sometimes we get so excited
that our wings start to flutter,
and we no longer touch the ground.
We start floating just a little,
and don't even realize it.
Then imagine our surprise
when something knocks us to the ground.
They say things happen for a reason,
I believe this to be true.
Sometimes we need grounded,
to remind us where we came from.
But just as importantly,
sometimes we need to float,
to remind us where we are going.


Sometimes we give so much,
that for just a moment,
we are empty inside.
It's wonderful to reach out.
To embrace and give,
with your very heart and soul.
To pour yourself in;
to fill a vast void in someone,
and to help them heal.
The feeling that comes from this,
from being there for someone;
it touches like none other.
At the same time though,
one must be careful
not to become too empty.
Because nothing at all
can come from nothing.
So when you feel that feeling
of emptiness inside,
take a breath or two.
Refocus, regroup and refill.
Then give again.

Saturday, March 13, 2010

The Adventure of My Life

A few years ago I ran across Tut.
It was a pivotal moment in time.
I was searching deeply for meaning.
Tut spoke the rhythm of my rhyme.

Tut sent daily nuggets to inspire.
To help you glow within your skin.
Daily affirmations of being all we can be;
of skipping through life with a happy grin.

Tut was a place for adventurers;
for the seekers of the Universe.
The ones who's minds were vast
and who's hearts sung in verse.

And the truth is, that is all of us.
I didn't know that at the time.
All I knew is that I too wanted more.
I wanted to write my own rhyme.

To tell my story in words poetic;
and to touch peoples lives.
I wanted to find a life-long love;
To share with me a life of happy sighs.

I stated in my adventurers log
that these were my ambitions.
Watched the years go ticking by
and saw dreams taking positions.

Pieces clicking one by one,
carefully into their place.
With life's speed bumps along the way;
Its always quite a touch and go race.

But bit by bit my dreams became
something close to reality.
With determination and intent,
I'll make it all be the best I can be.

This is the beginning of everything;
and the end of nothing at all.
I'm delighted, excited yet humble too.
And ready to answer my life's call.

Inspired by my decision to quit my day job doing accounting and pursue my dream to write for a living. :)

And the TUT I refer to is ~ check it out!

My Future Flashed Before My Eyes

My life didn't flash before my eyes,
instead I saw my future.
Not only people and things-but also dreams.

Trying to give some comfort,
to a sad soul in dire need;
While driving and I lost sight of things.

'Temporary Home' was playing,
Carrie Underwood on the cd.
We two sung along to feel just a little bit good.

She held my hand so softly,
I steered the car into a turn;
then painfully I saw and understood.

Just mere moments prior,
I tried to sooth her tears;
reminding her that God held her hand.

The devil couldn't beat her,
we must not ever let him;
She seemed to truly understand.

Closed her weary eyes,
sung along with me,
Leaned her tired head against the window.

A blessed feeling of peace,
Calmness all around,
And then I turned and didn't want to know.

I saw a flash of white,
and then there was a crash;
I knew then this mistake of mine was big.

Things began to settle,
My friend was trapped inside.
Sirens shreeked from that fire rig.

Soon they cut the door off,
and safely rescued her out;
then put her in an ambulance to the ER.

But blessing even now,
thankful to the core,
just bruises and sprains not even a scar.

The other driver faired as well,
No injuries severe,
Just her shaken body slightly bruised and sore.

I hate that I'd lost sight,
in trying to save and comfort,
then almost lost that someone I care for.

Three bodies safe and sound,
No real damage to be seen;
just two poor car bodies mangled.

Still the flashbacks come,
they take my breath away;
Leaving my emotions all so tangled.

Another lesson to learn,
a new gray hair or two,
and lots of blessing to be thankful for.

The most important thing to me,
three ladies safe and sound.
After a near tragedy-I couldn't ask for more.

Inspired by an unfortunate car crash.....

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Sounds Like Life to Me

Life is such a beautiful mystery.
Sometimes we try so hard to figure it out;
to define it so that it's meaning is clear.
But doing so often creates more questions.
Often true understanding isn't defined,
it's known by the heart and understood.
To find the answers is to loose the meaning.
If you ask me, sounds like life really;
learn to leave it alone and let it be.
Work through those hard times
and dance through the good.
Soak up those hugs and give them freely too.
Let the tears flow as needed,
then wipe them gently away.
Keep on going and never stop.
Pick up your feet and take another step,
for movement is in essence life.
Keep on keeping on, no matter what.
Learn, laugh, grieve and grow,
and give love freely and completely.
Follow your heart where it leads
but listen to your brain as well;
for it too knows the answers,
without even asking the questions.
This is the true meaning of life,
lived bravely and undefined.  

Inspired by Barbara Jowers - Knoxville, TN

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Puzzle Pieces

The puzzle pieces of my life
scatter from time to time;
but I always pick them back up,
In this life game of mine.

Most of my pieces fit like a glove,
but a few are frayed and worn.
But it makes no difference to me;
I love them like the day I was born.

My little pieces came to life,
and traveled along with me.
Little snapshots of dreams and loss,
and many a beautiful memory.

They mark my way like a road map;
showing the places I've been.
Frowns for the times I've struggled,
and the good times marked with a grin.

But through it all-hugs and tears,
I'm blessed to call it my own;
and carry my pieces along with me,
to show how much I've grown.


Inspired by a puzzle and its parallel to life....
From: @grnladybug