April 30, 2012 by greatpoetrymhf

Screaming your name in my sleep

Bed of Roses (Photo credit: Mubina H)

rose (Photo credit: alice_ling)

An artificially coloured rose. A white rose is artificially coloured with blue dye to be sold as a blue rose. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

the wall with rose. the model of India Gate with roses at Lalbagh flower show 2010 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

more roses from my garden (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What is this name I am screaming in my sleep?

Is it you beloved of Soul for whom I long?

Whose are the arms that will hold me strong?

What are the dreams that I keep?

Will I finish this lifetime not knowing?

How brave will my actions be showing?

When will I find you?

How shall it be?

Am I dreaming you?

While you are dreaming me?

What is this name I am screaming in my sleep?

Is it you beloved of Soul for whom I long?

Whose are the arms that will hold me strong?

What are the dreams that I keep?

I can’t get no sleep (wheresmyrubyslippers.wordpress.com)
Monday Megalomania – Active Sleeper (kikiwritesabout.com)
Sleeping with the Enemy (mommyiscrunchy.blogspot.com)
Get Up, Get Moving, Don’t Go Back To Bed (bryonlape.wordpress.com)
A Mother Died To-Day-Guest Poet-Chester (Sonny)Anderson Ferris (greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com)
Day 114 – Of Roses and Thorns (mysketchbookjournal.wordpress.com)
I rose…….. ( Dedicated to all the WOMAN’S !!!!!! ) (dabholkarmadhura.wordpress.com)

April 30, 2012 by greatpoetrymhf

Sunday night musings

Spirits of the Sky (Photo credit: Dead Air)

The aurora borealis, or northern lights, decorate the night sky in Fort McMurray, Alberta. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

In the Sunlight of the Spirit (Photo credit: SurFeRGiRL30)

Northern lights at the Arctic Circle. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

The laundry is done.

The children fed.

The lawn needs cutting.

There are books to be read.

I have company coming.

I need to sleep.

I have promises

Soul wants to keep.

I am lost in your love

Dreaming of you nightly.

The fever wraps me in its grip

tightly.

I would rather live

within my dreams

Than face the reality

of your schemes

I take my refuge

in the joy

I have the Sunlight of the Spirit.

I am surrendered and surrendering again anew.

I am Spirit’s new toy.

The Muses (bipolarmuse.com)
Two Muses by Wendell Berry (attentiontoliving.wordpress.com)
I am the drum (greatpoetrymhf.wordpress.com)
Northern lights blaze again on video (photoblog.msnbc.msn.com)
Northern Lights wow skywatchers (cbsnews.com)
Watch a ‘last dance’ with the northern lights (photoblog.msnbc.msn.com)
Solar particles and Northern Lights on Tuesday night (synesthaesia.wordpress.com)
Awesome # 64: Northern Lights (jodieawesome.wordpress.com)
I am the drum (g8listener.wordpress.com)
Musings: The Beauty Of Nature… (eof737.wordpress.com)

April 30, 2012 by greatpoetrymhf

Alive Within the Bliss

Reblogged from grandfathersky:

I know I left behind
in some lost dimension
a feeling of a oneness
a feeling of connection

To a greater whole
a part of all I knew
every touch a shiver
every moment new

Loving was a feeling
I never was without
together ever present
certainly – no doubt

Again a parting came
a place in birth begun
at once to be apart…

Believing - Haiku

Reblogged from LScott Poetry:

Listen to God’s word

Feel His embrace through trials

As He carries us

I hear God’s whispers

Flowing through the summer breeze

I will trust in Him

April 30, 2012 by greatpoetrymhf

" Moments In Time"

Reblogged from FOREVER POETIC:

A moment captures
your beauty, that even
time cannot take away.

A second captures your
smiling face, that inside
my heart now wants to stay.

And a minute finds he is
not outdone, for he captures
your love’s sweet bliss.

But the hour says that he
is the luckiest, for he alone
has the memory of your kiss.

By Wendell A.

A letter to yourself; tell yourself EVERYTHING you love about yourself…

Reblogged from CreatingWithin:

Dear Stephanie,

When was that last time you've told yourself all the things you love about yourself? How long has it been since you've had a heart to heart with you, with us. I miss connecting with you, we gain so much insight into ourselves and your experiences when we speak with each other.

I want to go down memory lane for a bit...

Cheap date in the flower fields

Reblogged from Going Dutch :

Hubby and I always love our cheap spring date where we would normally drive around the bulb field areas in the Noordoost Polder, have coffee by the flower fields sold by some enterprising farmer's children and have lunch of fries and kroket in a snack bar that we would find open in one of the village centers along the flower route.

44,015 views all-time Thank you dear hearts and Gentle People…….

A picture of a sunset in Portugal. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Clouds in the sunset time Magyar: Felhők napnyugta idején (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Red sky at night, sailor's/shepherd's delight. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

How can I tell you what I want you to know

By holding you close

Or letting you go?

Oh, dear hearts, as I sit here by the fire….

My gratitude is burning in my chest.

I am so full of joy in my heart’s desire.

I wanted you to have a special place to come

To know how wonderful you are.

This wee blog, is telling you

How wonderful you are

It is true.

Thank you, merci beaucoup, I am so blessed.

When I started this blog in January of 2008 I did not think anyone would ever visit it or read the love I have to share. Well, you have dear hearts, and I thank you as we are 44, all-time. Holy crow, I am excited.