The Poetry of Alaurilee

Magnificent Mama Mary

2011-12-13T12:16:00.007-05:00

Our sweet Mama Mary, was not contrary,
in fact ~ she was rather divine.
She was teacher, mother, student, hugger;
A special friend of yours and mine.

Her time on Earth was way too short;
yet, in fact, it was longer though too;
for she was told twenty years ago,
"Your heart is almost through with you".

Yet, with a whole lot of faith, she persevered;
I'd venture to say she was even blessed.
That doesn't mean her life was easy,
but she tried to see life at its very best.

When she was still able to run and play,
she loved to entertain all in a game.
Young, or old . . . or so I've been told,
she always remembered your name.

She called so many her cherished children,
and others were sisters, loved from the start.
While some of these were by luck of blood,
others were dear by choice of the heart.

She loved good food, comfort so good;
and worshiping . . . not just on Sunday.
Singing out praise til the end of her days,
a day filled with God was a fun day.

She'd rather us smile than cry now,
though our life was so blessed with her graces.
Her beauty now shines in the pretty white clouds,
where she's surrounded by heavenly faces.

__________________________________________

Rest in peace my sweet Mama Mary
Mary Olcott (10-15-1946 to 12-10-2011)

I wrote this about Mama Mary on the morning she got her wings....

A beautiful woman just got her wings and sits beside Jesus now. My sweet Mama Mary.....my soul+sister (my bestie Connie Lueke's Mama) just lost her fight to live.

I went to see Mary & Connie within the last 2 months. We thought she was close to going then. She got a last gift of life.

Mama Mary & I texted each other almost daily until 5 days ago. I would send her a 'Good Morning Mama'...and send her a bible verse. She would respond with, 'Good Morning my little ladybug'. She inspired me. Our souls connected.

I told her I wanted to write my life story, to touch people & share their stories too. She encouraged me. Said she wanted to read it, so get started. So I did. I wrote 7 pages......and sent it to her....typed in a nice big font. Connie printed it for her. She read it and loved, it encouraging me. I typed up 7 more pages in one day....they've been sent, but she never got a chance to read. (I found out later she did in fact read the last pages....)

Its ok Mama, I got you the beginning, just like I promised. Please remember I love you....you touched my heart in so many ways I never expected. You were a bonus Mom to me....for 2 months. Yes, I've known u longer...but I'll never forget these last 2 months or the inspiration you shared.

Mama, may you rest in peace, celebrating w God, Jesus & the angels.

I will always remember.... 'I can all things through Christ who strengthens me' ... Just like you taught me. I listened Mama. I've grown because of you.

I miss you so much already...I will cherish every text message & the one voice mail I'm lucky to have.

Please hug my daddy in heaven....

I'll love you always, and share your story in my book.

I never know when tears may fall. I inherited a certain 'toughness' from my parents that sometimes presents itself at times like this.

Today it fails me...as tears run down my cheeks.

Its ok.

I want to cry...

I welcome the tears, mourning...yet celebrating a very blessed soul.

So.....

"Good Morning Mama...I love you. You can just speak to my soul now...I'll listen....."

And.....

"I can do ALL things through Christ who strengthens me"
Philippians 4:13

I love you and miss you Mama....

The Christmas Soldier

2011-12-03T16:35:00.000-05:00

The Christmas Soldier

You fight the fight that others won’t
Make sacrifices that others don’t
Its Christmas time and you’re far from home
During this Holiday Season you’re feeling alone

Its times like this you need to hear
Support from the Country that you hold dear
So we take this time to let you know
You have people who know the lengths you go

To stand up for your Country and for Peace
For the terrorized people to find relief
So know you are loved and that we care
And we’re thinking of you all over there

May God bless you and keep you all safe!!!

(c) Lauri Halterman – 12/05/2008

Broken Promises

2011-11-19T18:44:00.000-05:00

A promise is a tricky thing.
You can make it and you can keep it,
but you can’t change it without breaking it.

It’s perception really.
How it’s viewed by all.
Each view carries a life of its own
and each view has its own truth,
even when there are opposing other truths.
Many conflicting truths may exist.
This does not make them less true…
…or more so either.

In many cases, a promise is made
with the grandest intentions.
Rarely with the thought of ever breaking it
because if that were the case, why make it at all?

Then again, there are emotions.
They have their role in it all,
a rather major role really.
They make us who we are.
They lead us down roads.

And then we find things change.

We change—we evolve—we devolve.

Then what happens to these promises?
To these broken promises?

They change—they evolve—they devolve.

Then we find we truly don’t know what else to do.
So we pause to pat ourselves on the back,
for no reason other than—because!

Then we do what only we can do,
we keep the biggest promise of all.

We go on—we don’t give up—we start again.

No broken promises—not this one.

Be true to me—that is what we do.

11/19/2010 Posted at d'Verse Poets Pub - http://dversepoets.com/2011/11/19/poetics-changes/

Majestic Mansion

2011-11-06T16:57:00.004-05:00

Image by Dirk Juergensen

Jules starred into the vast distance.
The old, majestic Mansion loomed ahead.
The tree lined lane was filled with brush, and limbs and death.
Those limbs had shaded that lane for many a generation.
Jules removed his hat and shook his head.
He was filed with dread.

Jules bit his lip and uttered a silent prayer.
It had been too long since he'd journeyed this way.
He had been young and dumb, full of himself and full of stubborn pride.
But then, so were many men of his generation.
He'd been gone now for many a day.
Lived his life, had his way.

Jules thought long and hard and closed his eyes.
He heard the sound of the rippling waves and birds crying.
His mind wandered to another time and place.
Before he grew too big for all of this.
Before loved ones started dying.
Before rumors started flying.

He lost track and he floated through that time.
The rowboat slowly cracked into a huge old tree.
He snapped back to today; to this time and this place.
He gently guided the boat through the waters.
The old Mississippi had been set free.
Overcome its banks and made all this mess you see.

Now Jules family homestead loomed ahead.
What used to be a tree-lined lane was now a lake.
He only hoped the family he'd run from . . . was here for him to rescue.
It had taken him years to get here, he needed them to be here.
He had things he needed to say, amends he needed to make.
He only hoped it wasn't too late.

He pulled the rowboat close to the familiar old gate.
His hands shook as he pulled the boat close and tied it tight.
This was the moment of truth, the moment he'd been hiding from.
Why did he wait until this catastrophe of nature to come calling?
He used his fingers to cross his forehead, an old Catholic right.
He hadn't done it in years, but right now it felt right.

Jules jumped out of the boat into the cold, clammy water.
It took his breathe away as his heart started to race.
He almost lost his balance but used the gate to steady himself.
He lumbered forward trying to keep calm, trying to keep faith.
The water was deeper than he had thought, almost to his waist.
He did not know if he was ready for what he might face.

He made it to the front door, slightly cracked open.
He looked up into the northern window, to the place that Mama was kept.
Was that a candle in the window, or a figment of his imagination?
He was born in that room, and his Mama had died in that room.
He cried silent tears for the woman he had never met.
He made his way to that room, saw his father and wept.

~~~~~~

prompted from a photo prompt at @MyWordWizard http://www.mywordwizard.com/poetry-prompts.html

Also posted at:
11.6.2011 Poetry Pantry Week 74
11.29.2001 dVerse Open Link Night

Random Me

2011-10-21T14:59:00.002-04:00

Random. Like me. Sometimes silly.
Other times Smart. Sometimes I'm a lady.
Sometimes . . . Not so much.
I've been know to cuss.
And when you least expect it, I'll let out a fart. Nonetheless . . .

I'm most known for my heart.

And being

a lover of hugs. oh, yes.
And ladybugs . . .

Doobie-doobie-dooo!

Now, tell me about . . . .

"you"

10.20.11 Created from a Prompt at dVerse Poets Pub - FormForAll – Etherees, Shape & Concrete Poems

Nothingness

2011-10-19T14:44:00.000-04:00

I don’t know what to write about
but write I’ll do the same.
It’s time I wrote a poem or two
but nothing calls out by name.

Then that’s what I’ll write about,
nothing and nothing more.
Time to honor nothingness,
and the wisdom behind its door.

Enter gently into this dark night
of not a thing to be or see,
where nothing lies beyond the bend
to suddenly frighten or hinder me.

Nothing to take away my light
or brighten my darkest day,
nothing to tease and taunt me
then just as suddenly go away.

So nothingness, I salute you
for letting me simply be—
no more, no less, under duress
and undefined by destiny.

The Versatile Blogger Award

2011-10-19T14:03:00.001-04:00

The ever sweet and kind blogger and fabulous poet Carrie Burtt of Hope Whispers was kind enough to give me The Versatile Blogger Award on her blog.

I'm not as active as some of you but when I do blog my poetry I truly appreciate those who stop by, read and comment. I truly value every interaction I'm granted in the blogosphere. Modern technology can be a beautiful blessing. Its brought so many wonderful people into my life and me into theirs. :)

Thank you for this award Carrie! :)

The rules of this award are:

1. Thank the person that gave you this award, and link back to his/her blog.

2. Nominate 15 bloggers for this award, and notify them about the nomination. (I'm doing 5 - such a rule breaker! )

3. Finally, tell readers 7 things about yourself.

My Nominations are:

Hope Whispers The blog title speaks it all!! Such an amazing person.

Poets United A place for poetry prompts! I love this place! Robert Lloyd and many fabulous poets.

dVerse Poets Pub I stumbled upon this wonderful place for Poets and Open Link Night! Its a Poetic Pub! Love it!

Writing Vice Versa A new writing prompt place for contradictory word prompts by Robert Lloyd!

Heather-N-Company One of the sweetest redheads I've ever know! I love this lady!

And now.....

7 Random Things about me!

I rolled a car once....it was a race-car! I was 19 and racing on an oval dirt track in NM. I would not want to be in a roll over without a 5 point harness, a helmet and a fire retardant race suit!
I have 8 tattoo's. Got my first when I was about 30. Each one means something. They help me express myself. Visual poetry on my skin. My biggest is a portrait of my father who passed away in 2009 at 59 years young.
I have only one mother but many women I love like a mother. :)
My great-grandfather Frank DoBell was instrumental in the discovery and art of polishing Petrified Wood.
Another Great Grandfather was said to have taken care of The James Brothers (Jesse James) horses in Kansas during their time.
I am a published poet! Alaurilee: Rhymes of a Random Soul!
I am a proud Mamaw (yes, I'm 40 and a Mamaw. I love it!) to 3 grand-babies. I love being a grandma!

Thanks for stopping by!

xoxoxo

Perilous Tranquility

2011-10-17T17:00:00.001-04:00

Perilous in your tranquility?

How totally absurd!

The two cannot exist as one,

I don't care what you've heard!

One means this and one means that,

and together they mean even less.

Put the two together as one,

and soon you'll define yourself into a mess.

This becomes that, and that becomes this,

and nothing makes any sense anymore.

Anxieties breed and confusions then lead

whats left of your sanity right out that door.

Secure in nothing and numb to it all,

obsessive emotions paralyzing your flow.

Keep playing tricks with opposites,

and you'll clearly have nowhere to go.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Prompted by a post at Writing Vice Versa 004 -

Using the following 4 words:

Tranquility/Anxiety

Secure/Perilous

Haiku: Chaos

2011-09-01T15:40:00.005-04:00

Photo from Google Images

Chaos runs rampant~
There is no right or wrong now~
I still pray for peace~

RT @Pookandgrace: #haikuwordgame
1.right 2.rampant 3.peace

Haiku: Fall Colors

2011-09-01T15:40:00.004-04:00

Photo from Google Images

The colors of fall~
A beautiful scarf of silk~
Ochre yellow hue~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.fall 2.silk 3.ochre

Haiku: Elegant Phantom

2011-09-01T15:38:00.001-04:00

Photo from Google Images

Memories swirl~
Floating like an ancient ghost~
Elegant phantom~

RT: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.swirl 2.ghost 3.elegant

Haiku: Seashells

2011-09-01T15:37:00.003-04:00

A chain of events~
A clueless search for seashells~
A tour! Shells! Success!~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
(chain/seashells/clueless)

Haiku: Prophecies

2011-09-01T15:36:00.004-04:00

Prophecies rise up~
Seasons come and then they go~
Lifes ember remains~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.rise 2.seasons 3.ember

Haiku: Cupids Arrow

2011-09-01T15:36:00.000-04:00

Dodge cupids arrow~
Miss out on angels on Earth~
Love is a delight~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.dodge 2.angel 3.delight

Haiku: Treats

2011-09-01T15:35:00.002-04:00

A pocket of dough ~
And an apple sliced just so ~
A fine treat to eat ~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.fine 2.pocket 3.apple

Haiku: Resolve

2011-09-01T15:34:00.000-04:00

My voice of reason ~
Crashes into the ocean ~
My resolve disolves ~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.voice 2.reason 3.ocean

Haiku: Tantrum

2011-09-01T15:33:00.003-04:00

Switch that tantrum, quick~
I say, young man, get a grip~
Quick, bring me a smile~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
(switch/tantrum/bring)

Haiku: Thriller

2011-09-01T15:32:00.003-04:00

Deal of the decade ~
Dust covered Thriller album ~
Then dance baby, dance ~

RT @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.deal 2.thriller 3.dust

Haiku: Communion

2011-09-01T15:32:00.000-04:00

Communion of souls ~
Gathering in the tepee ~
Sharing of fry bread! ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.communion 2.soul 3.tepee

Haiku: Persuassion

2011-09-01T15:31:00.002-04:00

I hear you whisper ~
Paragon of persuassion ~
And I softly bow ~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame
1.whisper 2.softly 3.paragon

Haiku: Waves

2011-09-01T15:30:00.002-04:00

The ardent spirit ~
Of waves washing upon shore ~
Lapping, then retreat ~

Re @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.shore 2.spirit 3.ardent

Haiku: Angels

2011-09-01T15:29:00.000-04:00

The passion of love ~
For the Angels we have lost ~
Flutters in our heart ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.flutter 2.angel 3.passion

Haiku: Silence

2011-09-01T15:28:00.000-04:00

Ponder the silence ~
As life slowly ebbs away ~
A vase full of ash ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.ebb 2.vase 3.silence

Haiku: Web of Lies

2011-09-01T15:26:00.000-04:00

The web of lies told~
Deflection leads to suspense~
Lies are never good~

Re @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
(web/good/suspense)
#caseyanthony

Haiku: Ink Tales

2011-09-01T15:25:00.000-04:00

Tales of the divine ~
The ink on my skin tells tales ~
Stories of my life ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.ink 2.tales 3.divine

Haiku: Pride

2011-09-01T15:23:00.000-04:00

Fulfill potential ~
Take a breath and swallow pride ~
And you shall do well ~

Re @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame
1.well 2.potential 3.swallow

Haiku: Distraction

2011-09-01T15:21:00.000-04:00

That brick on your back ~
A distraction you carry ~
Quick....tap it away ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.tap 2.distraction 3.brick

Haiku: Winter Solstice

2011-09-01T15:17:00.000-04:00

The Winter solstice ~
Debuts with style and pizazz ~
As the lovers dance ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.style 2.pizazz 3.solstice

Haiku: Love or Money

2011-09-01T15:16:00.002-04:00

To have...not to have ~
Post your bets...love or money ~
Simple...I chose love ~

Re @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.post 2.money 3.simple

Haiku: Ashes Remain

2011-09-01T15:15:00.002-04:00

Old love forsaken ~
A line is not crossed again ~
Yet ashes remain ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.line 2.ashes 3.forsaken

Haiku: Art of Beauty

2011-09-01T15:14:00.000-04:00

Stylists create~
Tendrils of face framing curls ~
The art of beauty~

RE: Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.create 2.art 3.tendrils

Haiku: Crescent Moon

2011-09-01T15:12:00.001-04:00

The crescent moon blooms~
Indulge the full moon night-light~
And the beast shall roam~

RE @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
indulge/beast/crescent

Haiku: Shutter Shots

2011-09-01T12:30:00.000-04:00

Camera shutter clicks~
Never too late in pictures~
Memories travel~

RE @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.late 2.shutter 3.travel

Haiku: The Flow

2011-09-01T12:19:00.002-04:00

In between the space~
Of everything and nothing~
Lives the gentle flow~

RE: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.space 2.gentle 3.flow

Haiku: Poetry

2011-09-01T12:17:00.002-04:00

Using poetry~
I retrieve thought after thought~
A vision of life~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame
1.retrieve 2.poetry 3.vision

Haiku: Natures Lullaby

2011-09-01T12:16:00.000-04:00

The mellow marsh sounds~
Frogs, gators, insects, and birds~
Natures lullaby~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame 1.marsh 2.mellow 3.frogs

Haiku: Raindrops

2011-09-01T12:15:00.000-04:00

Raindrops fall like tears~
Yet the strongest persevere~
And the river flows~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.strong 2.raindrops 3.river

Haiku: Bakers Delight

2011-09-01T12:13:00.000-04:00

Time to bake the bread~
A bakers delicate touch~
Warm butter - Heaven!~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.bread 2.delicate 3.time

Haiku: Temple of Peace

2011-09-01T12:10:00.002-04:00

A temple of peace~
Pyramid meditation~
Blossom oh my soul~

Re: Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.temple 2.pyramid 3.blossom

Haiku: Garden

2011-09-01T12:09:00.000-04:00

Garden of beauty~
Plumlike taste of persimmon~
Pleasure will follow~

Re @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.follow 2.persimmon 3.garden

Haiku: Inner Peace

2011-09-01T12:07:00.002-04:00

I vow to let go~
Ride the wave of inner peace~
Let go of this fear~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame (1.vow 2.fear 3.wave) #poetry

Haiku: Lifes Jungle

2011-09-01T12:06:00.000-04:00

This mystery - life!~
A jungle all around you~
And within as well~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.within 2.mystery 3.jungle

Soul Cleansing

2011-09-01T12:03:00.002-04:00

Pray, meditate, yoga - repeat~
Cleansing my soul - head to feet~
Smile therapy, hugs and compassion~
Healing myself in a spiritual fashion~

Peaceful Dreams

2011-09-01T12:02:00.002-04:00

Headed to sleep on angels wings,
praying for calm & peaceful dreams.
Wishing you all the same as well
and hoping tomorrow turns out swell.

Haiku: Hazel Eyes

2011-08-30T14:23:00.000-04:00

Hazel turns to green~
As you gaze into my eyes~
Evening moonlight~

#haiku words per Jade....
1.hazel 2.evening 3.gaze

Haiku: Brick Road

2011-08-30T14:21:00.000-04:00

A shower of light~
Lights the brick road I travel~
From the orange sun~

1. Orange 2. Brick 3. Shower
(#Haiku Words courtesy of Mark!)

Haiku: Journey

2011-08-29T18:45:00.000-04:00

This journey we walk~
An eclipse of emotions~
They mark on our soul~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.mark 2.journey 3.eclipse

Haiku: Jaded

2011-08-29T18:43:00.000-04:00

Innocence jaded~
My heart is a beating muscle~
With fragile petals~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
1.muscle 2.innocence 3.petals

Just Breathe

2011-08-29T18:41:00.000-04:00

I wipe tears from my eyes~
Sigh a little sigh~
I know what is~
I know how I'd like things to be~
I know what I can't change~
So I just breathe~

Yonder

2011-08-29T18:40:00.000-04:00

Over yonder~
Beyond the clear blue sky~
Lies a place~
Where u don't ask why~
You just sit~
Look and see~
Simply let it all just be~

Haiku: Little Fishes

2011-08-29T18:38:00.002-04:00

Swim little fishes~
Along the shore of living~
Healthy in the bay~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.swim 2.shore 3.healthy

Haiku: Heartstrings

2011-08-29T18:37:00.002-04:00

Melodic heartstrings~
Leaving your thumbprint on me~
No limit to this love~

Re:@Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame (thumbprint/heartstrings/limit)

Haiku: Hope Whispers

2011-08-29T18:36:00.000-04:00

With my scope on hope~
Gently whisper through my fears~
This, they say, shall pass~

(@Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame 1.gently 2.whisper 3.scope

Sick of Sad

2011-08-29T18:34:00.002-04:00

Sick of being sad~
I don't want to be mad~
I wanna smile for a while~
Take a bath...walk a mile~

Haiku: Eternal Love

2011-08-29T18:33:00.002-04:00

My heart beats faster~
Our love burns eternally~
With every breath~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.burns 2.eternally 3.beats

Haiku: Crohn's Monster

2011-08-29T17:36:00.000-04:00

I wish I could soothe~
This real painful Crohn's Monster~
Can I calm your soul?~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame 1.soothe 2.soul 3.real

Haiku: Violet

2011-08-28T20:57:00.002-04:00

The violet hidden~
Lost behind overgrown grass~
Blowing in the wind~

(violet/lost/wind)
Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame

Haiku: Nurture Love

2011-08-28T20:54:00.002-04:00

Like you nurture plants~
Nurture love & watch it grow~
Then dance through loves fields~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame
grow/nurture/fields

Haiku: New Year Blessings

2011-08-28T20:48:00.000-04:00

The grace of the Lord~
Shall guide me through a new year~
I'm counting blessings~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame 1.guide 2.year 3.blessings

Haiku: Chip on your Shoulder

2011-08-28T20:46:00.002-04:00

That chip we carry ~
Time to let it rest for good ~
Gain eternal peace ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame (1.rest 2.chip 3.eternal)

Haiku: Moonlight Dreams

2011-08-28T20:44:00.000-04:00

Don't keep it hidden ~
Let it glow in the moonlight ~
Embrace your own dream ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame (embrace/moonlight/hidden)

Haiku: Chartreuse

2011-08-28T20:38:00.000-04:00

I love how fragrant ~
Yellow, now green of chartreuse ~
My senses excite ~

Re: @Pookandgrace #Haikuwordgame (1.now 2.excite 3.chartreuse)

Stockings Await

2011-08-28T20:36:00.002-04:00

Crackling logs & beautiful flames ~
A fiscus tree of Christmas lights ~
Mantel with green shiny garland ~
Stockings awaiting delights ~

Calm Waters

2011-08-28T20:35:00.000-04:00

Looking for calm waters during a windy storm.
Wishing some peace for all.

Wanting my child to break his norm
and learn to stand honest and tall.

Comfort Scents

2011-08-28T20:33:00.002-04:00

Cooking away the chaos ~
Soothing with savory scents ~
Beef stew fresh from the crock pot ~
Peanut butter fudge firming as it sets ~

Good Night Moon

2011-08-28T20:31:00.000-04:00

Good-night moon ~
Good-night stars ~
Good-night drums ~
Good-night guitars ~

Haiku: Snowman

2011-08-28T20:29:00.000-04:00

A man made of snow ~
Can you see he has no feet? ~
And fence posts for arms ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame (1.snow 2.fence 3.feet)

Haiku: Rebirth

2011-08-28T20:27:00.002-04:00

Death is a rebirth ~
You wake into a new world ~
Heaven is brilliant ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
(1.wake 2.death 3.brilliant)

Haiku: Love Dance

2011-08-28T20:26:00.000-04:00

I beg your favor ~
In the form of a love dance ~
A tenderly spin ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
(1.favor 2.tenderly 3.spin)

Haiku: Cherish

2011-08-28T20:20:00.002-04:00

This festive season . . .
Reminding us of those passed . . .
We cherish today . . .

Haiku: Daddy's Gone

2011-08-28T20:19:00.002-04:00

Memories of him . . .
Daddy's gone but yet he lives . . .
Always in my heart . . .

Haiku: Kitty Cat

2011-08-28T20:18:00.002-04:00

Curled up on my lap ~
Dozing with a little smile ~
Sleeping kitty cat ~

Haiku: Forest Waltz

2011-08-28T20:17:00.000-04:00

Listen to the wind ~
On a waltz through the forest ~
Whistling softly ~

Re: @Pookandgrace: #Haikuwordgame
(1.forest 2.listen 3.waltz)

Haiku: Thanksgiving

2011-08-28T20:16:00.000-04:00

My heart is thankful . . .
Full of love, life and laughter . . .
Blessings everywhere . . .

Haiku: The Heart of a Rose

2011-08-28T20:14:00.000-04:00

Full blooms seldom seen . . .
Petals lifted in splendor . . .
The heart of a rose . . .

#Haikuwordgame
(1.seldom 2.lifted 3.petals)

Standing Strong

2011-08-28T20:03:00.000-04:00

The sun is shining.
I see no rain.
Inside I'm restless.
Trying to contain.
Emotions abound.
Things will be.
Standing strong.
Pain or glee.

Haiku: Wings of Hope

2011-08-28T20:01:00.000-04:00

Plummet gracefully . . .
On the wings of hope and love . . .
Then fly to the sky

#Haikuwordgame
(1.plummet 2.wings 3.gracefully)

Smile through Tears

2011-08-28T19:59:00.000-04:00

Smile through tears . . .
Hug through pain . . .
Laugh through troubles . . .
And peace you'll gain . . .

Haiku: Cowboy

2011-08-28T19:54:00.000-04:00

I saw him amble . . .
In the wind blown dusky eve . . .
Whistling a song . . .

amble/wind/song

People Watching

2011-08-23T14:21:00.003-04:00

Picture from Google Images

In a crowd of people passing
to my left and to my right,
I see so many faces
with expressions dark and bright.

Entertainment comes from
people watching all around.
Some people with their heads in clouds,
or tripping on the ground.

Little children laughing
with hardly a care at all.
Boys at play with bat and ball,
or girls with baby doll.

Moms wiping toddlers dirty hands
as they gossip with soccer moms.
Dads holding their noses tight
as the pick up doggie doodoo bombs.

Teens with hair all spiked up,
orange, pink, blue and green.
Noses pierced or maybe lips
or any other skin pierce-able scene.

People of all ages with special ink
and tattoos that mean so much.
A memorial tat, a portrait,
all gifts of an artists magical touch.

Couples fighting over money,
or a maybe a lack thereof.
An old man who still loves his wife,
holding her hand and giving her a hug.

Toddlers throwing fits in Wal-Mart,
and moms holding their ground.
Kids being respectful in public,
even when their parents aren't around.

People come in many forms
with personalities unique.
If you get a chance to people watch,

sit back quiet-like and take a peek.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The prompt from @writingprompt was: People Watching

Cross-posted at Poets United for Poetry Pantry - Visit Poets United here

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The U in You

2011-08-20T18:13:00.007-04:00

ABC and 123 are all most common and often heard,
the first numbers and letters that in kindergarten we learned.

Remember in school they'd call your name alphabetically?
If the prize was sweet and we started with A, we'd celebrate with glee.

But if we were U like Ursula, you waited and waited and yawned.
And when your time finally came the best was usually gone.

But if instead we start at the end and not at the beginning,
there'd be a chance for UVW and 1 million and 3 to be grinning.

Prompted by Poets United: The Thursday ThinkTank: "The 3rd letter of your first name"

My first name is Lauri so the 3rd letter is U!!!

My poem is short and sweet and pays honor to the numbers and letters and the end, not the beginning.

Dr. Chocolate's Rx

2011-08-16T13:04:00.005-04:00

In a world full of chocolate you may favor a treat.
Dark chocolate may grab your taste buds by the seat..
Melted over strawberries and sweet coconut;
or peanuts, or almonds, or any other tasty nut.

Or maybe instead, dark chocolate doesn't do,
maybe, just maybe, milk chocolates for you.
Drizzled on cake, or a simple candy bar;
handy candy on the go, to eat in your car.

Now others, still others, prefer something light;
not milk chocolate or dark, instead something white.
White cholcolate covered crispies made out of rice;
and white chocolate dipped cookies, now isn't that nice?

No matter how you melt it or bake it up too,
chocolate may bring great comfort to you.
A chocolate Rx, a tasty treat for the tummy,
chocolate, dear chocolate, you are so very yummy!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Created poetry by Lauri Halterman (c) 2011 for Poets United Thursday Think Tank: CHOCOLATE!
http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/05/thusday-think-tank-50-chocolate.html

Our Angel Sunshine - In Memory of Angel Gail Watson

2011-06-03T20:51:00.003-04:00

Our Angel Sunshine

(to the tune of 'You Are My Sunshine'. Angels Favorite Song

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For seven years now, we’ve grown to love you—
and our lives will be forever blessed.

The other night dear, as you lay sleeping—
we held your hand and held you tight.

We closed our eyes dear and drifted off to—
the days before you faced this fight.

Before your birth dear, in Mama’s belly—
Dear Daddy sang a song to you.

‘And baby now that I’ve found you, I won’t let you go—
I’ll build my world around you, I need you so’.

You were born dear, one day in May—
and we held you in our arms.

With those blue eyes, you gazed upon us—
and with joyous tears we cried.

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For seven years now, we’ve grown to love you—
and our lives will be forever blessed.

Our Princess Angel, loved Cinderella—
she loved rainbows and butterflies.

Her favorite color was Princess pink—
and she had sparkles in her eyes.

When Angel giggled, it was contagious—
the sweetest sound you ever heard.

And when she smiled, you smiled with her—
for that smile would light up the world.

Our Princess Angel, would sign ‘I Love You’—
one of the ways she showed her love.

And when she wrapped her arms around you—
it was the whole world’s greatest hug.

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For seven years now, we’ve grown to love you—
and our lives will be forever blessed.

Our Angel Sunshine, you faced such hardship—
during a life that was too short..

You faced an illness, with such resilience—
you fought with passion, strength and spunk.

So many love you, you love so many—
it is so hard to let you go.

But we rejoice in, your angel wings now—
and in heaven as an Angel you will glow.

We come together, on this your seventh birthday—
as you earn your heavenly wings.

We stand together, here on Earth—
looking up while cherishing sweet memories.

Our Angel Sunshine, our Angel Sunshine—
you’ve brought such happiness to us.

For the rest of our days we will love you—
and one day we’ll meet again at heavens gates..

Angel Gail Watson

May, 20 2004 – May 18, 2011

Written with love by Lauri Halterman

2011©Alaurilee

There are no words to describe the incredible spirit of this young girl.

She touched so many lives in her short life.

She fought cancer with strength, grit and beautiful smiles.

Her spirit and her love lives on in the hearts of all who loved her.

I'm blessed to have been touched by her.

We love you Angel.....forever and always....

Winter Wonder

2011-02-02T12:36:00.004-05:00

Photo from Google Images

Hail to the raindrops
and iced covered pretty lakes;
Snow fogged up mountains
and lash licking snow flakes.

Hail to the bear cubs
snuggled cozy in slumber;
curled up next to mama bear,
the safest place to lumber.

Hail to those pretty trees
with their leaves still green.
An evergreen in winter land
is a such beautiful scene.

Hail to the young tykes
and as well to the old;
Playing football in the snow,
making snow angels in the cold.

Hail to the winters blessings
soaking into winter ground.
Your efforts will bring beauty
when Spring comes around.

Hail to this winter season
and to this very moment,
And mostly, to Mother Earth,
for she's the crucial component.

*winters blessings to all*

That being said....c'mon Spring!

Little Byrdie - Fly Home

2011-01-23T17:37:00.002-05:00

Linda Kay was born one day in Nineteen Thirty-Nine.

As the fourth child of twelve in all she proudly took her place in line.

Vohnell, Herbert and Jerry came first, followed by Linda Kay.

She brought such joy to life; each day to her was a blessed day.

Charles and Larry joined them next. then Deloris and Mary came too.

Shelia and Phillip; Myrna and Betsey—oh, how their family grew.

The stories and laughter shared by all made memories along the way.

We'd like to share a story or two about our beloved Linda Kay.

A younger Kay once tricked her way out of getting mason jars clean.

She said, "You should do it" to younger Dee, because your hands are smaller and lean.

A trip once to the Memphis Hospital led to her meeting Elvis - The King!

The right time and the right place—so lucky to be in that hospital wing.

The story of Elvis and others too, she told her tales and they were many.

She used her imagination well and could spin a story, even out of a penny!

Niece Teresa remembers Aunt Kay on an Arkansas trip of blackberry picking.

And has memories of river float trips too, plus family reunions with talking and sitting.

Dishing out love in food and hugs her potato salad was the best.

Yet her special ingredient was TLC, which made it a step above the rest.

Kay never met a stranger and her heart was filled with such love.

She made you feel so special, like God had sent her to you from above.

She loved her God and read her bible and she even read Christian romances too.

She adored pink and red carnations; yet, give her a teddy bear - she'll forever love you!

In the Swift Ditch and the Current River she taught so many little ones to swim.

She loved cards; rummy, crazy 8's and Canasta and she played with a card sharks grin.

Niece Connie remembers dear Aunt Kay as the wind beneath her wings;

and she'll cherish every moment at her memorial as she sings.

Kay's time on Earth wasn't long enough and we hated to let her go.

We wanted to hang on to her, she had brightened our lives so.

Yet in the end we knew we must give her the wings she needed to fly.

We told her it was okay to go as we wiped the tears from our eyes.

Our Little Byrdie, fly on home, your mission here is through;

and while you rest in Heaven please remember, we love you.

In Memory of my dear friend Connie Lueke's Aunt Kay

Linda Kay Byrd

Oct. 2, 1939 - Jan. 22, 2011

Momma Bird

2011-01-11T19:19:00.004-05:00

Photo from Google Images

Momma birds guide our young
and pray that we may teach them,
all they'll ever need to learn and grow.

But truth be told we must let go
and release our young to the wild,
even though it sometimes tortures us so.

Letting go and giving that push
breaks a mothers heart,
we only do it out of sheer despair.

Contrary to how it may feel
in the perception of some minds,
we only do it because we truly care.

'Twas the week before Christmas

2010-12-19T14:18:00.003-05:00

Photo from Google Images

'Twas the week before Christmas
and all through my mind,
danced visions and memories
from a previous time.

The time in my life when dad was alive,
the things that were Christmas to him.
Boxes of chocolate covered cherries,
how dad would dive right into them.

Searching for slippers high and low,
not any old slippers would do.
Dad wore slippers like shoes,
so Christmas would bring him a pair brand new.

Old fashioned fudge was always a must,
and chocolate covered peanut butter balls.
Frosted sugar cookies and hot cocoa too,
and Christmas bliss decking the halls.

We hung Christmas cards on the back of our door
and would read them over and over.
From aunts and uncles and grandparents too,
with pictures of cousins growing quicker than clover.

Christmas Eve would find us all together,
dad and his three growing kin.
After Midnight Mass at church,
we would gather at home again.

Santa would come while we were away,
leaving gifts under the tree.
We'd have hot cocoa and warm sticky buns,
then open our presents with glee.

At the center of all of this cheer,
we never forgot Christ in the meaning.
Christmas comes with peace and hope,
and the best gift of love is a blessing.

Four White Mugs

2010-12-05T21:07:00.003-05:00

Photo from Google Images

Four white mugs
hanging from their hooks,
above the kitchen sink.

They've held many things
within their depths,
and not just things to drink.

On the front of each
a memory lives,
faded, yet full of dreams.

A photo from when
it was brand new,
before liquid warmed its seams.

On the first mug
a reminder of dad,
and my childhood memories.

A diesel truck,
called a Peterbuilt,
and stains inside from coffee beans.

On the second mug,
my baby boy,
barely new and sucking a binky.

He's now eighteen,
with bigger things,
than a toy truck and a silver slinky.

The third mug,
is devoted to love,
and second chances brand new.

With little hearts,
and words of hope
it signifies love found between two.

The fourth mug
holds nothing at all,
no pictures just lots of attending.

Hot toddy when sick,
eggnog for Santa
and hot tea for tummy tending.

These mugs have held
more than drinks,
they've also held hugs and tears.

And no matter how much
they age and fade,
they'll be kept all through the years.

Wishing Well for Life

2010-11-08T22:18:00.006-05:00

Picture from Google Images

A wishing well . . .
I thought would be great,
encouraging all to participate.

A virtual well . . .
drop in coins and dreams.
My mission you see, is more than it seems.

I wear a hat . . .
It has so many faces.
They show my survival and the tell-tale traces.

A survivor . . .
With the traces it left on me.
And the scars it left on my family.

A chair person . . .
'Relay for Life' with a passion.
Proud to support in our local fashion.

Online coordinator . . .
twitter, facebook and more.
I'll rally for a cure, its what we fight for.

Team Captain . . .
I proudly cheer on my crew.
You do it for me, I'll do it for you.

A little reminder . . .
Were here to raise money.
To find a cure and save somebody's honey.

A wishing well . . .
Sits before you and me.
Drop in your coins, hope is free.

--------

My friend Heather needed my help. She needed a poem that explained her role with her local Relay for Life.

This poem is written from her view....

Childhood Magic

2010-11-04T14:07:00.004-04:00

Photo from google images

Magic to me was Mr. Bojangles,
with his big rig diesels he drove
and those twinkling bright blue eyes.

Bojangles they called him on the CB Radio
but to us he was know as our dad.
A man who loved burgers and fries.

I learned to climb like a monkey
up into and all around that truck.
I simply could not get enough.

A rough and tumble tom-boy,
who loved working with my dad.
I wasn't scared to be greasy and tough!

The trips were adventures
on the white lined highway.
Honking the horn here and there.

I'd flash lights at the passing trucks
with the toggle switch on the dash,
as they would pass us with care.

The people we would meet
in truck stops along the way,
just loved to entertain tots.

There once was a nice man
who made music with spoons,
Oh, how I liked him, lots!

Sometimes we would stop and see,
people we loved, our family.
It was nice seeing people we knew.

I talked dad into that puppy
while at Aunties in Sacramento.
Then, in the truck, he pooped in dads shoe!

Then that time in Des Moines, Iowa,
a rare time we stayed in a motel.
It had a pool and I just knew I could swim.

I jumped in the deep end
and floundered a bit too long
and poor dad, fully dressed, jumped in.

I will never forget the magic,
the memories and the adventures,
of my childhood life with my dad.

And even though he's now passed on
he lives on in my heart and my soul,
as the best childhood magic I had.

~~~~~

Written for Think Tank Thursday - Nov. 4th

The real magic wand is the child’s own mind

~Jose Ortega y Gasset

To a child magic is amazing possibilities, to a romantic it’s what happens when you fall in love and to a scientist it is something to be scoffed at, magic is something to everyone. What is magic to you?

It could be a familiar smell that brings back a memory, maybe it is silence to a frazzled mother or it might be the wonders of technology, any way you look at it magic means something to everyone. This week use your pen as a magic wand and share with us the magic in your world.

Heavens Littlest Cowboy (scrapbook page)

2010-11-02T15:20:00.003-04:00

Heavens Littlest Cowboy

2010-11-02T14:50:00.005-04:00

Durango born, this little cowboy
rode his way into our hearts.
The love he leaves will never go away.

With bright green eyes and a love for all,
many knew and loved him.
He'll be remembered each and every day.

Little Matt loved all things country--
horses and John Wayne,
and shooting prairie dogs with his dad.

And he had the coolest big brother Quentin.
He followed him everywhere.
He was the best big brother a boy ever had.

His sweet big sisters, Delana and Shelby,
adored him and loved him so.
He brought such joy and love to them.

And his dear Mama would hold him tight,
protective, but all out of love.
In her heart he will always be a beautiful gem.

Little Matthew lived his life,
fun and full of laughter,
and his time for Heaven came too soon.

God must have needed him
a bright and shiny cowboy.
with little boots and a heart as big as the moon!

Our hearts were blessed to know him,
even for a short while.
In our hearts he'll always live and breathe.

And one day soon we'll meet again,
somewhere sweet in heaven.
Our 'lil cowboy riding towards us carefree.

In memory of:
Matthew Dillon of NM - 4 yo
11-14-2005 thru 10-26-2010
Alaurilee © 2010

I'm Here

2010-10-16T15:23:00.002-04:00

You take these shots every other week,
in the hopes of some remission.
The war it fights inside your body
forces you into submission.

Not everyone sees the pain I see.
They don't know how hard you try.
Not everyone sees the tears that fall
when the pain and fears make you cry.

You rest your weary head on my lap.
I run my fingers through your hair.
Softly soothing the nerves of pain.
Showing you comfort and care.

Every day the clock ticks on
and all the pain takes a toll.
I don't know how much time we have left,
but I'm blessed to know my role.

I'm here to hear your thoughts and fears,
I'm here to share your heart.
I'm here to dance our way through love,
two souls who vow to never be apart.

I'm here to love you so completely,
through moments of love and laughter.
I'm here to love you heart and soul,
from now until 'forever after'.

Poinsettia Jeanette

2010-10-12T19:46:00.005-04:00

She's eighty-five, yet her beauty
still reminds one of Liz Taylor.
With pretty, dark, Italian hair
and gorgeous skin so pretty and fair.

Her early years spent in Washington,
the land of D.C. was her home.
She entertained during World War Two
and played the accordion in the USO too.

A little saying well know back then,
"Jeanette rides the bus, you should too!".
With her picture posted on the side,
she graced the D.C. Metrobus ride.

Remember the year the winter was warm,
yet a blizzard was everywhere else?
She prettied her hair up a bit,
and put a rosy red color upon her lip.

In the botanical gardens, her friend took a picture
for the front page of the Washington Post.
Jeanette and poinsettia's in a pretty pose,
right beside a picture of blizzard snow that rose.

One day the time came for family and love
and Sal was the man who won her heart.
Steve, Paul and Vince were their boys.
They brought laughter and a houseful of toys.

Time has passed and more than fifty years later
we watch as your memory slowly fades away.
We fill your life with hugs and "I love you's",
and play games of rummy to chase away the blues.

Our dear sweet Mom we want you to know,
forever your memories will live and breath.
We cherish your stories and each blessed day,
and deep inside our hearts you will never go away.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I wrote this for my dear friend from twitter, @SteveGrim.

I wrote it based on some personal info I gathered from Steve about his Mom's life. His mother, Jeanette, is battled Alzheimers, and is already at a stage where she doesn't remember all of her stories. I made this in memory of everything she was and is, and for her sons who love her dearly and cherish every moment they are blessed with.

Accidentally Happy

2010-10-05T12:42:00.002-04:00

Who left the door open?
Do you feel that breeze?
As it wraps around my soul
I feel a gentle squeeze.

What I thought was wind;
what I thought was air;
blew itself around me
and tousled up my hair.

I didn't understand at first.
The truth evaded me.
I had floated alone so long
lost in the open sea.

But one day I saw land
and built myself a house.
Then I still felt lonely
so I made friends with a mouse.

I gave the mouse some cheese.
It gave me company.
It opened a door of happiness
deep inside of me.

A window of hope and love
in a time of a dark.
A door opened to happiness
through a moonlit park.

It something that sneaks up.
You rarely see it arrive.
But accidentally leave open a door
and watch happiness come inside.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From a prompt from my dear friend @just1heather . . .

"Happiness often sneaks in through a door you didn't know you left open"
~ John Barrymore

Posted at dVerse Poets Pub for Open Link Night Week 14

Magic Wand

2010-10-05T12:20:00.004-04:00

Walking through the streets one night
I found a magic wand.
I took it home to my sweet man
and wished his Crohn's "Be gone!"

Went next door to see his mom,
waving my wand as I gave her a hug.
I said, "M.S. legs, walk again!"
and watched as she danced on the rug.

I wished alive my friend Renee
so I could tell her good-bye.
One last hug to feel warm skin,
and to wipe Cancers tear from her eye.

I wished good health upon the sick
and healing upon the broken.
I wished the best for everyone
with words of hope that were spoken.

I took a trip to India
and walked in Ghandi's skin.
Waved my wand at everyone
A wish of peace, for we're all kin.

I waved my wand and gave a hug
of peace to even strangers.
For in a world of love and peace
there are no real dangers.

I went back to that very street
returning the wand where it found me.
Leaving it there for someone else
for the magic was now inside me.

From: @promptswriting
Sent: Oct 1, 2010 6:45p

What would you do if you found in the street a real magic wand?
http://www.prompts-writing.com/10/01/prompts-writing-32%20#WritingPrompts

Gifted Moments

2010-10-03T17:35:00.002-04:00

We sometimes stumble over fears
of one day losing you.
This Crohn's monster is known to make us blue.

I see your tears flow softly
from the corner of your eye.
I know the fight inside you makes you sigh.

Are you dying my love?
Are you slowly fading away?
Will you lose your fight one day?

We shake them off one by one,
thoughts and fears that paralyze,
then we wipe the tears from our eyes.

I hold you and I sooth you.
I shower you with comfort and love.
I lift my prayers to him up above.

And we give thanks for all of this.
Every gifted moment means so much.
And we savor each and every touch.

And, we will dream and we'll believe.
We'll hold hands until were ninety-two.
And we'll hug away the moments that we're blue.

Because . . .
It's what we do . . .

Busy Brains and Mental Trains

2010-09-20T12:58:00.001-04:00

Flashes of memories bounce through our busy brains.
Reminding us of all our losses and of all our gains.
Taking us on little trips upon these mental trains.
We hear one voice celebrate while another voice complains.

In that which rivals sanity the voices cause us chaos.
Reminding us of troubled times and painful feelings of loss.
Are we the helpless victim or the pushy boss?
Do we allow our family tree to be smothered by pain moss?

Many years and centuries have left us full of condition.
Searching for the answers and demanding some fruition.
Listening to the voices of sin demanding definition;
then using that, which is defined, to defend our every position.

Just because the ego thinks that somehow we are lacking,
doesn't mean we are doomed, so might as well start packing.
Now is the time to let the voices speak without reacting.
The goal to let ourselves simply be, without so much distracting.

Letting go of Ego

2010-09-18T20:16:00.003-04:00

For many years now
I've carried baggage in my brain.
Memories, thoughts and feelings
I allowed to cause me pain.

So absorbed with 'what if' thoughts
and lots of over thinking.
Reacting at presumed offenses,
eyes hiding tears behind blinking.

Struggling to hold on to self-worth
and looking for validation.
Rarely letting me just be,
denying thy mental self a vacation.

I searched high and low
for relief from brain pain.
Some days I felt much better
while on others the tears would rain.

Looking for answers in words, looks and people,
basing my value on them.
Oh the power I gave away
while lost in my own search for zen.

Today I proclaim to start to let go,
stop letting thoughts control me.
In the quest for zen, step one has begun
as I stop letting pain define who I'll be.

(Prompted by 'A New Earth' by Eckhart Tolle)

10.21.11 Submitted at Poets United for Poetry Pantry #71

Fresh Paint

2010-09-17T14:17:00.005-04:00

Phto from Google Images

She whispers, oh, so softly
to the man who winks from the moon,
"I need a fresh, new coat of paint
and my soul needs a brand new tune."

She listens as he whispers back,
"Then, my girl, you know what to do.
Dream it big and dream in color.
Then sing your soul into feeling brand new."

She nods her head and winks at the moon
then she starts on her way.
She knows she has lots of dreaming to do,
so she might as well start today.

Tucked in tight she turns out the light
and closes her eyes to dream.
The first thing she sees are spiders
and it almost makes her scream.

In the nick of time she lets it unwind
and the spiders go away.
She tells herself, "This is my dream,
and I'll decide how to play."

She starts to walk in dream land
but her legs are weak and frail.
It puzzles her for a moment,
then in her dreams she starts to sail.

To her delight her arms take flight
and fly her from here to there,
She flies all over the cosmos it seems,
flying about without a care.

The sky is blue and clouds are gray
and she thinks she wants something green.
So she points a finger and thinks it so
and the clouds turn a neon sheen.

For varieties sake she points again,
this cloud yellow, then that, baby blue.
Another in purple and one in pink,
and the river below an orange hue.

That pickup truck she sees in the field,
she turns into candy cane stripes.
And the picket fence that lines the street
in alternating colors and whites.

She handles the color then goes about
finding a tune for her spirit.
Something upbeat and inspiring,
with love and possibility wrapped in it.

The birds in dream land start to sing
and the wind begins to whine.
She joins in with a whistle
and snapping her fingers in time.

She wakes with a smile and feeling fresh,
with a musical tune upon her lips.
She knows today is a brand new day,
she looks confident with swaggering hips.

Deep inside the voice of the moon
whispers a little reminder,
"A new state of mind starts inside
so be prepared to dig in and find her."

"Day dreams or night, its worth the fight
to dream and live in color."
"And finding the light to express your dreams
can't easily come from another."

Posted at Dverse Poets Open Link Night 9/20/2011
http://dversepoets.com/2011/09/20/openlinknight-week-10