The Dancer’s Star Blanket

Blue Star Quilt

 

Across the ages she has come 

 

to dance, to love and laugh

 

“Her laughter,” the old ones say “is too loud.

 

Her feet do not pound the earth as others do.”

 

But her heart dances on

 

and she gives the love

 

Keeping her promise is all that she knew.

 

She needed to learn more.

 

She thirsted for the knowledges

 

in every leaf and rock.

 

She annoyed every one

 

with her searching for the search.

 

She burped and farted…they mocked.

 

No one ever knew

 

the courage it took to ask.

 

No one ever knew

 

her deep love for Mother Earth.

 

No one ever knew

 

her deep abiding love

 

for the Creator.

 

Until they saw her last dance.

 

She knew.

 

She laughed.  

 

She burped and she farted.

 

When the competition was over…

 

The young ones, were surprised

 

that they were asked to join

 

in the making of her star blanket.

 

The old ones, smiled and said…

 

“Just because she did not win in the competition

 

Does not mean, that the prayers stop.”

 

The blanket was made amid laughter and tears.

 

They knew she was dying…there was no fear.

 

When the time comes

 

the old dancer will be wearing  

 

her star blanket

 

as she dances her way home.

Lone Star Quilts

 

Alone…

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tho somewhat

surrounded with folks.

Alone,

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until someone

on facebook sends “pokes”.

Alone,

I go

into the setting sun.

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shall meet the Creator…

when my time

on earth is done.

Wtitten Nov 17   8:40 AM with the fever of pneumonia and much laughter. 

Guide to photos   Top Left  Christmas Day 2011   Toasting the dear hearts with a Golden Cup with golden hearts

Top Right   Poetess Ferris talking to the trees at Jasper September 2008  photo credit Sonny Alfredo Galea

Bottom Left   Snow patterns on my window in Blizzard late Spring 2013

Bottom Right   October Roses   I wanted to take a photo of roses in sunlight….and received a bowl of love, laughter and light.

 


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every corner, every shelf…

Every corner, every shelf

Within my multiverse

Has been cleansed. 

The first batch of pickles,

shared with the company.

All is in readiness.

The harvest full moon, with an eclipse….

has been sharing its energy for days.

Stampeding into my life,

away from the writing

to the fighting with grime. 

My gnarled hands glow from the cleaning. 

The wee ones come and visit…..

settling down like ancient artisans,

 They create in the cleansed world I have prepared. 

Then it happens!

Out comes the popcorn,

caramel sauce,

chocolate,

oranges to peel.

In the wondrous chaos

My life gets real.

This is the reason,

I shop and scrub and clean…

So we can laugh, paint,

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eat and love. 

Every corner, every shelf….

has been renewed

by the laughter of the children. 

I finally know the joy  of  childhood within myself. 

Celebrate with HU

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Sing HU for the laughter,

for the love of each hour.

Sing HU in gratitude

To honour your Higher Power.

Sing HU for the healing

Sing HU for its song.

Sing HU for the feeling

It brings to your heart

Sing HU it gets  your day

off to a very good start.

(Many of our pets like to join us when we sing HU)


It is a time of rejoicing

all over the earth

a time of laughter,

silly games and mirth.

Tonight in the dreamscape

as I hold you once more

remember the love

of  that far distant shore:

can be yours each moment,

each hour of the day

when you open your heart

when you sing HU,

when you contemplate

or when you pray.


Sing HU for the laughter,

for the love of each hour.

Sing HU in gratitude

To honour your Higher Power.

Sing HU for the healing

Sing HU for its song.

Sing HU for the feeling

It brings to your heart

Sing HU it gets  your day

off to a very good start.

*Author’s Note:  HU can be sung silently, or softly out loud as your situations permit.   It is a love song to God.
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I hear your laughter on the wind…

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I place a single rose on the pillow in my heart.

I send it to you my love…

With blessings from above.

I see a vision of you in my joy…

I place the single rose.

I know not the time or place.

(I want you to know I send you a thousand angels

To bring you blessings every day)

Till we meet face to face.

I will bring this self-same rose to you…

In gratitude for your grace.

As I write this note to you…

A tear falls down my face.

I remember you from forever…

I am glad you came to be.

I will never be able to find the words

How much your laughter means to me.

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It was his eyes…dedicated to Tata (from her children and her children’s children)

It was his eyes

They were too full of fire.

They were other worldly wise.

It was his smile

Which filled her with such desire

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It was his laughter

Thrilling her to the depths of her being

It was his purpose

To drive her wild.

He stole her heart

Her first great-grand-child.

Oh, yes definitely

It was his eyes.

This poem is now dedicated and used only with permission until Tata receives it….thanks..maryhelenferris@gmail.com

The Gentle Mud Man is not a mud slinger

The Gentle Mud Man is not a mud slinger

He walks his talk, to me he is a Soul singer. 

He arises early out of bed.

He starts his day when the sun is red.

He brightens the world as he sings his song. 

He shares his love all day long. 

He walks his talk this friend of mine. 

He will make some lucky woman

An all year Valentine. 

I love the laughter in his voice,

He is a friend divine.

When the creator

Called him forth

It was not

a waste of mud.

The Gentle Mud Man

is not a mud slinger

He walks his talk,

to me he is a Soul singer.