Love

 ❈♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ 

   Like grains of sand   
Love will flourish      
When allowed to commingle      
To create a perfect union

Falling In Love

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥

This calm I feel

Has been long awaiting

You've touched me now

And there's no evading

This special trust

I feel within

My Heart is full

Of love again


    ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥ 

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The Rose

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥
Just as this
Rosε ωitђ its
Ƭimεlεss Bєauty
So chεrishεd
So to is my
Lovє for yoυ
♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥♥ ♥ ♥


  ♥ I wrote this after my daughters funeral. While clearing away the flowers from the many arrangements,
a single rose was left untouched and perfectly dried.
Without hesitation these words were born out of that one special rose.
Many more such amazing happenings were offered
that comforted me through my bereavement.



"Who so ever chooses Love, goes beyond the boundaries of ordinary life"...

༺❀༻ Chantelle Lee Lace ♥ Nov 25 1975 - Oct 2 1992 ༺❀༻

 

The Beacon

There’s a candle in the window


See, over there!
It’s lit every night, no exception
The neighbours think she’s odd
I’m here to tell you their wrong

The candle serves as a beacon
For the lost to find their way
through the cover of night


Yep, they come from all over
She never turns anyone away
Some stay a night, some stay weeks,
some never leave

Her door is open to all, you see

Yum! Hot stew tonight
The smell is intoxicating isn’t it?
I hear she makes the best coffee around
Clean sheets, warm blankets, soft pillow
Why, I just might go myself, hehe!


Watch the candle
It’s so bright tonight

What?
Oh no, there’s no shame, she offers no judgement
Just a warm welcome to troubled souls
Ya just have to reach out

See , just over there,

Where there’s a candle in the window


© Hεɭεɳค ~.^
___________ ♥༺❀༻ ღ ༺❀༻♥ _____________

Posted for One Shot Wednesday...Where Poets, Writers and Artists Meet

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ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ 

Ƒlusђεd
Paiղtεd Lady
Ʈraղsparεղt Єlεgaղcε
Gracεful wiղged Kalεidoscopε
Lovεly Sђadεs
Of Etђεrεal Blusђ
Єvεr-cђaղgiղg in fligђt
Harlεquiղ Huε Diviղε 

ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ ི♥ྀ♥ ི♥ྀ ♥ 


© Hεlεɳa ~.^

Ƭђe Gift

❈♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈

Doɳ't offεr gifts oɳ silvεr plattεrs
Of diamoɳds, jewεls galorε
Graɳt mε lovε aɳd strεɳgtђ
Ƭo fiɳd ωitђiɳ
My owɳ authεɳtic Ƥεarl 

❈♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈ ♥ ❈

ღ  Hεlεɳa ~.^

This is my poem for one-shot-poetry-wednesday

Hosted this week by Adam Dustus.

A fantastic stage to share your poems & prose.

Ɲatures Gift

~ Sunset from our back deck ~ 

 

Just as thε Suɳsεt

Ꮗith its ßrεathtakiɳg ßεauty

Ɲight ßεgεts ɱooɳlight

Wiɳtεr

✲ ✳  ✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋

Ƭo see tђe Sacred

Wε must slow dowɳ

At this geɳtle seasoɳ

May you fiɳd time to Єɳjoy

Ƭђe Beauty of each quiet moment

✲ ✳  ✻ ✼ ❄ ❅ ❆ ❇ ❈ ❉ ❊ ❋

 ღ  Hεlεɳa ~.^ ~ 2009

♥ B a b y ♥ L o v e ♥

♥ в α в ч ♥ ι о ν ε ♥ в α в ч ♥ ι о ν ε ♥ в α в ч ♥ ι о ν ε ♥

Awaiting your arrival,

The small chore that it be
We await in this bewilderment

Wondering who you’ll be

With the latter part the hardest,
As our patience wears so thin
The love you’ll spread between us

Will be returned with your every whim

While the time is growing nearer

I make this wish with a grin
To hold your tiny being

Next to mine

And not within

♥в α в ч ♥ ι о ν ε ♥ в α в ч ♥ ι о ν ε ♥ в α в ч ♥ ι о ν ε ♥

Rhe'al @ 5 months

Written while very pregnant with my son, Rhe'al ~ 1973

Wђεղ Piɢs Flყ

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((_ (_ (`₎︵₍´) _)_))
.. .((‿\ ( 'ɷ' ) /‿))
. .. . ‾ ( `︶´ ) ‾
.. . . ...\„)⌣(„/

Wђεղ Piɢs Flყ

Fմzzy coarsε ɦair

Paɭε piղk wiɢɢɭε

Sɦorէ sղout oink

Wiძe εyεʂ bɭմε

Piɭɭow ʂoft cɭoմძʂ
Squεaɭʂ of ძεɭigɦէ

Waղdεrɭմʂէ Abaղძoղ
Up ʂo ɦiɢɦ
Wiղgʂ…oղ ოε?
Oɦ ოყ!
Oɦ ოყ iղdεεძ

Oɦ Mყ!
Tɦiʂ piɢ CAN rεaɭɭყ fɭყ!

༺❀༻© Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Posted for whimsical

Theme Thursday

There always room for fun!

This cute little fun poem came out of

playing a game on Facebook called "Fairyland"

Loves Essence

Soft winds that whisper

Loves essence are close by

Just reach out for acceptance

and never ask the whys

 

мάģiς ✲

Long ago,

it seemed there once

was magic here

As energy transcended time and space

Electrifying emotions moved through me with ease

Acknowledging your essence

Feeling it all

So true, so pure

So simplistic the bond

 

With ease it came

Enveloping spirit

Body shakes with joyful bliss

 

Feeling it all, letting it in

Our spirits opened to serendipitous

Harmonious brilliant

 Magical Lღvε

༺❀༻ © Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Posted at One Shot Wednesday: One Stop Poetry

Life

༺❀༻

We are all but light that which

reflects from within a Prism.

The Prism, being constant,

guiding us outward into

the world with a

mirage of diverse

colourful life experiences.

A kaleidoscope transporting

us in endless directions.,

Yet never losing sight of us,

always guiding in calm trust

for our safe return.

༺❀༻ 

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Poetry Potluck Week 36-Sketches, Images, and Impressions

Love

 

Like grains of sand

Love will flourish

When allowed to commingle

To create a perfect union

Early Riser

Early Riser

Candlelight comfort and  warmth by the fire
Kettle time Tea in the wee small hours
Fresh fruit nibbles
Cinnamon toast treat
Drifting snow while everyone sleeps
Hot steaming tea cupped in shivering  hands
As our town awakens  to a winter wonderland
Shadowed silhouettes dancing  o’er morning snow
Sparkling glitter trims  evergreen boughs
Through an  ice sketched windowpane gaze
Recall childhood memories of 
Perfect Snow days!

 ༺❀༻ Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Old Friend

With my back up against the trunk of an old tree,
I would write.

In the summer,

I’d seek out the large shade tree in our back yard.
With a cozy blanket to soften the ground beneath me,
I allowed its spendor to embrace me.
While under its protective canopy,
I would always feel safe.
Having always loved words,
putting pen to paper was and still is my bliss.

Gazing up through the majestic maple,
I found escape easy and with little effort
I would write down my most
private thoughts and imaginings.
 
In quiet solitude,
I gave attention to my life, to my memories,
to the subtle details as they were presented.
I would find my authentic self when enveloped by nature
and especially when all was in quiet stillness.

Thoughts of the tree evoke many tangible memories.
Rich deep colours fall in slow motion,
offering their beauty as a gift unique for me alone.
By late afternoon the sun enveloped the space,
basking a warm golden glow.
It was then that inspiration would strike,
again guiding my pen to discover paper.

༺❀༻  ©  Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻