Author	Thread: Poetry and Uplifting Stories
Admin	Poetry and Uplifting Stories Posted : 17 Dec, 2008 05:45 PM Here are a couple of my poems - hope someone finds them uplifting. Janet (AngelJan) FLEETING The scarlet and gold of October Race headlong to November brown. Time melts the colors to ochre As bare bones of trees dot the town. Thanksgiving flies past our window And etches our lives with its frost; December arrives on our doorstep Ere we even know Autumn is lost. I think, as I watch from my mind�s eye All the leaves from the tree of my life, How they�ve flown by with so little notice, Though careworn and riddled with strife. But the colors, ah, how rich the colors - So vivid, so brilliant and bright. The tatters and tears go unnoticed; Their essence is captured in light, And I catch my breath as I wonder At the scarlets and golds still in sight! -Janet ************************************** BECOMING Struggling. As new-green shoot Pushes its way free Into sunlight and Raw world, So do we. Budding. Primeval pain and Wrestle of birth-strife Thrust us forth Into unknown Earth-life. Reaching. We labor, seeking To endure stress And growth-throes Of unaccustomed Physicalness. Blooming. Stretch of enlightenment; Slowly at first, Then, with confidence, Conquering, We burst. Pruning. Steep climb homeward. Death into life, goal And growth become, At last, A complete soul. - Janet ************************************************* God bless us all. Post Reply
View Profile History	Poetry and Uplifting Stories Posted : 27 Dec, 2008 04:41 PM Hi, I've been waiting for others to add their poems, or poems from others that have touched their lives, or uplifting stories to share - none so far so here's one more of mine, plua another I like by another poet. Janet KINDRED SOULS Fresh and new, our kindred souls Bubbled o�er in sheer delight, Ventured shyly from our bowl And glided forth on wings of light. Long we�d played on morns of song Content to stay in beauty bright, But now, we separate lept along No longer gather�d in circle tight. Each alone, each on our own, We left warm knowing, each to go, Adventure lay before, unknown. Open to risk, explore, and grow, Until at last, complete and whole We gathered back, in crystal shone. Rejoined together, kindred souls, Our journeys o�er, our pathway known. And I and you, and each of us Alone to learn, had caught the Truth That each had found for joy, we must At last be rejoined back, forsooth, Together �twined in bonds of love, Returned from crystal bowl we pour And back again. No more to rove, Kindreds whole for evermore. -Janet *********************************** In a Garden After Rain I walked through an old garden after rain, Where buds and boughs and fresh-drenched earth all seethed With eagerness to drink new life again, And grow in fullest beauty as they breathed The cool, life-giving, scented evening air While cloud-draped sun still lingered in the west; I neighbored with young, growing things out there - Found power that soothed the senses and brought rest. There is a power still sweeter, more desired, You hold for me, and if I might demand, I�d ask to see your face - when sad or tired, To talk with you and reach and touch your hand - Feel joy renewed, soul cleansed, heart freed from pain; Life blessed . . . as in a garden after rain. - Donna J. Harkness ********************************************* ENJOY, everyone! More soon - Janet Post Reply
View Profile History	Poetry and Uplifting Stories Posted : 12 Mar, 2009 05:23 PM A Real Sweetheart If you were sweet like white sugar refined, And mixed with artificial frosting on cake, You surely would not be the goodly kind, Though pretty and sweet you�d be a fake. On the other hand, you are the real thing, Someone to stick with, like golden honey. A real sweetheart with the scent of spring, And a bright countenance that is sunny. The heart of the matter is that you matter, Your worth is truly worth talking about. You are too special to be battered in batter. You might go good with herb tea, no doubt. From the wild flower comes your good taste, And by the bees that be, brought such a savor, With a richness that should not go to waste, Nor be neglected, for there is no finer flavor. Above all, the Lord of Hosts gets the glory, For all of the beauty that�s in His creation. We are a part of His never-ending story, And we know this by divine revelation. Jim L. Webb 1/20/2008 Artfelt An Apple A Day �An apple a day keeps the doctor away�, But, that is only if they are organically grown. They have been known to keep illness at bay, But you cannot be healthy on apples alone. We all need a well-rounded daily diet, With all of the food groups included. When faced with a dessert, just deny it, If you don�t want to become too extruded. You may say, �But, why not apples in pie?� In your attempt to work out a compromise. You might say, �I must have it, do or die�, But, it might bring about an untimely demise. I know that we need some pleasure in life, Like savoring sweets and things forbidden, But, I try to keep from going under the knife, Or, all too soon, become sick and bed ridden. But, on the other hand, God gave us honey, Come to think of it, that is really sweet. What about cinnamon? Isn�t that funny? Oh, hey! How about water and wheat? Apple pie might not be so bad after all, As long as you eat it with moderation. Eve could have made one after the fall, Being her first creation after the creation. Rather than in pie, the apple is better raw, With the enzymes and vitamins in tack. It was good enough for my dear grandma, And by far, much better than a Big Mac. Jim L. Webb 11/14/2008 Artfelt Post Reply