Teardrop Magic

If a teardrop were magic
I’d dance in green beans
I’d whisper sweet love
To you in your dreams

If a teardrop were magic
The blue moon we’d eat
I’d make yellow balloons
A delicious treat

Written for Onestoppoetry ~ Friday Poetically

The challenge is to write a poem, using a list of words given by One Stop Poetry in the spirit of Shel Silverstein creativity prompt. 

♥* Mother Earth ♥* In Honour of Earth Day ♥*

“Ɲot until we connect to the Earth,

Will we ever consider It worth saving”

“The Earth can be our Heaven

If we just surrender to her charm”

(*

♥ )

15 words or less about STRESS

Stress

While stressed

I used every ounce of strength 

to keep up the facade of

purpose

Dodgewrites - 15-words-or-less

Over at Dodgewrites, JL says that love and hate are easy... lets try STRESS

Daring Darkness

When you dare to go this deep into the darkness, then, with time, you are able to go into the higher realms of understanding the light....for one does not exist without the other.

I am certainly not in this dark place now, 

but through my grief I have been there.

The famous psychologist, Carl Jung, wrote: 

When the darkness grows denser, 

I would penetrate to its very core ground,

& would not rest till amidst the pain a light appeared...

Daring Darkness

You are a ruthless adversary, you are cunning, intelligent, astute, devious, patient and unsuspecting, a faceless enemy who waits in the shadows for any opportunity to pounce.

My warrior self tries to fight, yet soon realizes how fruitless the strife, surrendering to the pit of dark despair. Before long I realize, I am your captive.

With moroseness upon me, I am fully aware that I am imprisoned, all the while desperately believing that I need to justify my every decision. I hear sincere logic, yet it seems to pass me by. No amount of reasoning or encouragement will avail and….

I soon turn within…

I soon crave solitude…

The bars that detain, echo an amusing irony, for they represent a welcome respite…for I unknowingly have created a tomb-like cavern, meant to keep out the very ones who could help. I prefer being hollow, void of thoughts.

I continue to protect and defend the faceless destroyer, trusting no one else, accepting the mocking disdain. I concede, by pulling the dark veil overhead to seal my fate. I succumb to the scornful taunts of the faceless, shutting out everything and everyone else.

I bolt the bars to the cavern, only to sit and gaze toward the light

- watching and weeping angry tears.

I cry helplessness…

I sob loneliness…

Until….

I dissolve into an invisible dream,

Where sleep never comes and silence deafens joy

I offer a big to thank James Rainsford for us allowing the use 
of  his wonderful photograph. to see more of 
his stunning photography, prose and poetry please visit his sites
  The Sanctum of  Sanity  and  James Rainsford

This is my contribution for  One Stop Poetry  

Awakening

Human spirits are uniting across our world

through a conscious connection, seeking illumination.

Much the same way a pendulum

swings freely, we move from the

Eternal Horizon, out across the ocean of life,

only to return to where our soul once began

this remarkable journey.

Within this infinite Universe we are all

striving for the same things.

To live, love and be accepted

for ourselves and our individuality,

to be recognized and respected,

all while slowly awakening.

When we are sincere in our convictions to

live at higher consciousness;

we will find an Angel within our reach

to lift us beyond our human

limitations to bridge the Celestial Sphere.

Sunset from our back deck

Posted For One Shot Wednesday

With your host Brian Miller

The Celebration ~ Poetry form shadorma

Heavenly
mist mantled the sky
Jubilant
crowds rejoice
with tranquil delight, while the
Angels' paean begins

ೋღ  ღೋ

~Paean Pe'on, A song of joyful praise or exultation~

Join us today at One Stop Poetry for an exercise in poetry form – the Shadorma

 
hosted by Leslie Moon  & Anne Welch 

(The shadorma is a syllabic poem with the following structure: 3/5/3/3/7/5)

NDE

Up above the stale air
Defying gravity
Staring with childlike curiosity
Watchful of the scene below
Nonchalant detachment

A thought!
“Why all the fuss”

Feather soft sky
Above and beyond
Floating aloft
The commotion below
Euphoric perfection…

Pop!

…With a heavy heart, she returns…

(*
♥ )

posted for One Shoot Sunday...photographer Lauren Randolph

Please Come For Tea

   

In moments of alone time or in the company of friends,

the genuine pleasure of tea drinking is a timeless social

gesture that never loses its charm.

Enjoying a cup of tea has always been 

a special ritual for me.  

My Mother taught me the knack of tea-time.  

From early on, I have fond memories of sharing 

a cup of tea with my Mother.  

I consider my Mother's famous crumb cake to be 

the perfect accompaniment to this day.  

The tradition of having a tea party 

has been passed down to my children, and I now enjoy 

sipping tea together with my grandchildren.  

More than simply a beverage, 

tea allows one to pause, while it feeds the soul 

through quiet reflection.

I always love to peruse different towns and villages, 

seeking out a congenial respite for lunch. 

Visiting these small towns almost always 

entails my discovering the neighbourhood Tea Room. 

I have often fantasized about running my own 

Tea Room. While in these sanctuaries, 

I continuously decorate in my mind's eye, 

improving on their décor choices. 

It would have an adjoining gift shop that would 

sell everything related to the 

Art Of Making Tea. 

I even have a name at the ready…

"The Lavender Lace Tea Room".

Ahh, I can picture it so clearly…..

Stεp iɳ the door and bε mεt bყ 

thε fragraɳt aroma of  tεa...the scεnt of sconεs 

warm from the ovεɳ...thε dεlightfuɭ compaɳყ

  of  friεɳds, both oɭd and ɳεw. Sip and savour the momεnt! 

"Ƭhε Lavεndεr Lacε Ƭεa Ʀღღm", a ʄɾiεɳɗɭყ, 

ɭσʋiɳɠ and ρεαƈҽʄuɭ ρɭαƈε tσ ʋiʂiȶ and eɳjoყ  your 

favourite cup of Ƭεa.

The ceremony of tea drinking has managed to remain 

a constant in my life - a comfort, a haven, a warm treat 

that outshines any afternoon refreshment and recharges 

my spirit. There is something calming found in a warm 

cup of tea...a time to reflect, relax, and 

treasure our friendships.

The art of tea allows us to celebrate. 

It is a time-honored ritual, a unique recipe 

for musing that secretly feeds the soul, 

especially when savouring that first sip.  

Ahh, the sweet aroma of crumb cake…

thank you Mom.

___________ ♥ღϠ₡ღ♥_____________
~~~~~~~VICTORIAN TEA~~~~~~~
~~~~~~NOW BEING SERVED~~~~~~
___________ ♥ღϠ₡ღ♥_____________
Finger Sandwiches*Fresh Scones*Jams*
*Whipped Cream*Butter tarts*Mini Muffins*
*Blueberry Truffles*Chocolate Surprise*
___________ ♥ღϠ₡ღ♥_____________
***TEA*COFFEE* LEMONADE***
House Specialty~ Lavender Lace Tea

For my Mother Mary

April 06 1917 - October 27, 2000

༺❀༻ ©  Hεlεɳa ༺❀༻

Crumb Cake ~ 

From My Mothers Kitchen

Since receiving several requests for
The Crumb Cake recipe mentioned in my post 

"Please Come For Tea", 
I thought what better way to share it 
than on my blog....Enjoy...



Crumb Cake

Preheat oven to 375 F
Grease a 9-inch square cake pan.

In small bowl of electric mixer, cream
¾ cup of butter {my Mother used lard}
Blend together {rub}
1 cup of white sugar
Add 2 cups of all-purpose flour
and blend until resembles cornmeal…crumbs.
Reserve 1 cup of this mixture and set aside

Sift together and add
¼ tsp salt
1 tsp cinnamon
1 tsp ground cloves
1 tsp nutmeg
½-tsp baking soda
2 tsp baking powder

Then mix in
2 eggs
1 cup of buttermilk or sour milk

Fold in
1 cup of raisons
1 cup of currants

Pour batter into prepared pan.
Sprinkle with reserved crumb mixture.
Bake in preheated 375 oven for 40 - 50 minutes
or until toothpick comes out clean.
Cool 5 minutes then remove from pan.

From my Mothers own pen

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A Bitter Break-up

JL from over at Dodges Writes has asked that we write on a 
bitter break-up...  the only catch is that you have to do it in 
15 words or less...

Six Word Saturday

"Intuition...our conduit to the sacred"

 Over at Show My Face hosts Six Word Saturday. Want to play along? All that's necessary to participate is to describe your life (or something) in a phrase using just six words