The Rainbow Mist of Life

Rainbow mists of color paint the sky;
dream a little dream . . .
and watch the clouds float by.

Troubles brew and stew with the wind;
the rains water pains . . .
then blow over once again.

Up above the clouds lies the sun;
signifying life . . .
peace and joy for everyone.

And though the snow may blow;
freezing clouds . . .
and rain upon your soul.

In the end the sun will shine;
breathing life . . .
into your open mind.

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Inspired by the Twitter Prompt below from: @GLucciano

"The sun still shines from behind the clouds...
(rain, wind, and snow is below)
Still above the clouds lies the sun...
Problems, laughter and pain remains in the clouds,
but behind them is joy, peace and life!!
The sun signifying life..
The clouds signifying what is embedded in the cloud of life"

A Ray of Hope

We sit in this waiting room once every month
and pray for the news to get better;
hoping they'll be signs of remission
from this chronic Crohn's scarlet letter.

Racked with pain and weakness as well,
this sweet man I love perseveres.
He keeps on moving each and every day;
smiling eyes at the world while hiding his tears.

Today we have a bright ray of hope,
for the first time in over a year.
A new med is working its magic we think;
this faint ray of 'maybe' brings us a tear.

So we leave this office together today,
holding hands with hopeful hearts;
and long for just one more day,
when the pain stops before it even starts.

Ashes in the Bay

Our dear sweet dad, its been almost a year,
since the day you passed away;
yet you're still alive in our hearts,
where you live with us every day.

The memories, they come and go;
some of them happy and some of them sad.
But no matter what we miss you,
and long for a bit more time to be had.

We come together in San Francisco,
in this place of your youth we gather.
One year later honoring your last wish,
bringing some of your ashes to scatter.

Memories linger from Nineteen Eighty-seven,
on a special trip we took just us four.
Our single Dad and us three kids,
to the California West Coast shore.

A trip to Fisherman's Wharf of course,
and a boat ride around Alcatraz as well.
We fed the birds from our young hands
and marveled at the oceans smell.

A trip beneath the Golden Gate,
where my dad told childhood stories.
He could swim across that bay,
where baby sharks to him were no worries.

He was tough and strong-a survivor,
and he wouldn't let much beat him down.
We knew he would always protect us,
we felt safe when he was around.

Childhood comes and goes, its true,
but the memories of youth remain.
And when you lose someone close to you,
the love lives on, comforting pain.

So today we join together again,
to scatter your ashes in this bay;
but its not to say 'good-bye' dear Dad,
because in our hearts you'll stay.

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In Loving Memory of my Dad
John M. Chase
7/18/1950 - 7/27/2009

San Francisco 7/2010

The Breath of Love Prevails

Love is the heartbeat of the Universe,
it breaths new life into being;
it heals hearts that are wronged
and opens eyes so they're seeing.

Love is the thing that we all search for;
knocking on doors here and there.
Its something we long for above all else,
the love of a heart that truly will care.

Love is blind yet sees so clearly,
it looks beyond skin to the soul deep within.
A love that is pure and honest
will touch you and make your heart grin.

Love isn't just for the lovers,
love is for all who live and breathe.
It waters those hearts that believe in you,
letting love flow through like a sieve.

Love can touch where nothing else can,
it gives so much more than a drug.
It reaches in and grabs hold of your heart
giving a great big bear hug.

Love will prevail when nothing else can,
it gives the great gift of hope;
and when nothing else heals a body so sick
love is the one thing that helps one cope.

The gift of love is that it truly keeps giving
even in life's tragic last breath;
its the one thing that always lives on,
for love is much stronger than death.

How to Touch a Heart

First things first you must open your heart,
be willing to give right from the start.

Start your day looking up into the sky,
open your heart without asking why.

Soak up the love of a ray of sunlight,
skip into your day with a child like delight.

Look into those faces that pass you by;
smile openly at them when you catch their eye.

Be willing to hug those who seem to reach out,
don't hesitate or give pause due to doubt.

Subtleties speak just as loud as we listen,
a teardrop behind a sad eye may glisten.

A simple smile to a friend or a stranger,
may give hope to a soul who's faith is in danger.

So please take a moment to learn how to touch,
and reach out to a heart because it may mean so much.



Prompted By: http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2010/07/thursday-think-tank-prompt-5.html

Hugs on a Platter

Life doesn't come
with a shiny new book;
no user's 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 are 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.

Tripping Over Pieces of Me

I trip over my own tongue
I stumble over what I believe
I make people so confused
They don't know how to breathe

I say one thing and do another
I loose my mind like that
They all get wrapped up in my pain
Then I feel like such a rat

I hurt the ones I love the most
By trying too hard to make them happy
Then when conflicts start to arise
I lose my mind & get all sappy & snappy

I wear my heart on my sleeve
It gives so much and yet bleeds
And when it bleeds it spreads
Painful, hurtful, chaos seeds.

The words that are said seem so wrong
The ones I hear, the ones I say
They hurt too much & cause such pain
They make me want to run away

Save them from the pain of me
Save them from my confusion
Maybe the sanity I see in me
Is all just a wicked illusion.