Little Birdy In A Cage
Little birdie in a cage,
all grown now,
you’ve come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows
to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that’s very grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 20,2011
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Little Birdy In A Cage
Little birdie in a cage,
all grown now,
you’ve come of age.
You can finally fly
and spread your wings,
flying on to happy things,
like flowers in meadows
to be found,
hearing bugs buzzing all around,
and other birds tweeting sounds.
Your free to fly across the land,
to see everything that’s very grand.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 20,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Emma Jean’s Free
Emma Jean is flying free,
flying over the fields of green,
For when she was on this plane,
she had to walk with a cane.
Now she’s free as free as can be,
with her beautiful colored wings.
Flying up through the trees,
She can see everything.
From colors bright to bold,
like pink, orange and gold.
Being a butterfly in the sky
she is so happy again in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.9,2011
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Bugs Don’t Like Fire
Bugs don’t like fire,
or smoke,
they are so little
they choke.
Bugs do breath,
But you can’t see,
they also die from
Bug spray, so please,
just find another way,
not to pollute
and take away,
Their time here today.
Written on March 22nd 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Emma Jean’s Free
Emma Jean is flying free,
flying over the fields of green,
For when she was on this plane,
she had to walk with a cane.
Now she’s free as free as can be,
with her beautiful colored wings.
Flying up through the trees,
She can see everything.
From colors bright to bold,
like pink, orange and gold.
Being a butterfly in the sky
she is so happy again in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.9,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Moving To California
Moving to California
will be so much fun,
visiting all my cousins
who are Italian.
Like Lydia—she will be so happy,
acting stories with Melodie.
Then I will have a Birthday show
where she will be a princess
with all the friends she knows.
I will prosper when I’m out there,
I have to make it if I dare…
Written on March 9th 2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Pelican Island Festival
Pelican Island is where almost
all the extinct birds live,
you have to care, you have to give.
For we are the caretakers of this land,
where God/Goddess makes it grand.
Pelican’s Festival is March 17th next year,
please show up and volunteer.
Go to their website at www.pelicanislandfriends.org
see what they have in store.
Be a sponsor like the ones below,
help with preserving wildlife and make it grow.
Sea turtle preservation society of Melbourne,
donate and help Sea Turtles weather the storm.
Go to www.seaturtlespacecoast.org
Melody’s Music of Vero Beach,
donates guitar that’s peachy peach.
Win a kayak from FLOC,
they can make you a handmade kayak,
one of it’s kind with originality.
So remember March 17th,
Help protect the future of our Florida ecology.
(Written by Christina Sunrise on May 10,2011)
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If Humans Were More Like Birds
Birds bring you love and light,
they are happy to fly around you
day or night,
If human were more like birds
there would be only joyful words.
Yes, birds are happy as can be,
singing praise to Mother Earth so joyfully,
while flying from tree to tree.
How nice it would be if everyone was more
like birds so happy and carefree,
having loving thoughts and words for
each human they see.
Written 7/27/2010 & updated 12/10/2010
by Christina Sunrise
www.christinasunrise.com www.purplepoems.com
Copyright Chevalier Originals, Inc.2010-11
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How Have You Been?
Dave and Gene how have you been?
Are you guys now the best of friends?
I remember when you both would fight.
I was there to make it right.
Now I can only pray at night,
that both of you passed
on with peace, not fright.
So sad it had come true,
I wished the best for both of you.
Now I think I found a cure,
I could of healed you both
if you were still here.
Here with Razel & Melodie,
laughing with happy tears of glee.
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Consciousness In A Body
We are condensed particles of light-
we can't see it even at night.
Everything in God's creation
has a consciousness without hesitation.
Isn't it grand when you finally understand
we are all a part of the puzzle in this 3d land?
Now our thoughts are of a different dimension-
dreaming at night—there is no ego
in this interaction.
So if we just go with the flow
look at life as a tapestry we sow—
Sow everyday along with others
we are all God's sisters and brothers.
Written by Christina Sunrise on July 29,2012
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What If Humans Lived In A Cage?
What if humans lived in a cage,
and animals where all the rage.
“All the World’s a Stage, ”
like Shakespeare said,
which includes all of them.
Animals know how to live,
without destroying what
has been given to them.
Now human’s can change what’s
written on the page,
even as we get old and we age.
We are all artist’s in
this planetary dream,
Why not make
our scripts of adventure
that sparkles and gleam?
Written on April 10,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Why Can’t Love Be Blue?
Why can’t love be blue?
It’s already blue inside of you.
Sad for the chance you had,
disappearing like quicksand,
taken from my hand,
that I could of gave you,
like a feather so delicate
and light,
fading away like a star
in the night.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 22,2011
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Be Like The Birds
When we are born we eminate
our past lives through our pores.
We come into this life not knowing a thing
Past life karma needs to be cleansed.
One way to do that is to stop for a day
just feel, don't think-be a bird on it's way.
Birds don't need to know where they are flying
they just get their internally without even trying.
So be like a bird and let things flow
you are guided like the birds so just let it go.
Written by Christina Sunrise on September 19,2012
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Spiritual Truths
We are not born in sin,
there is no hell of sadness and grim.
We are all equal women and man,
we are from other dimensions
we are not of this land.
We can find heaven inside,
we do not need a temple to worship to realize.
There is no angel who has fallen from God,
we have just forgot the source, we live in the Land of Nod.
Written By Christina Sunrise on November 23,2011
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Are You a Prince?
Are you a Prince or are you a toad?
I leave your heart at the side of the road,
For I do not know if you are really sincere,
You seem like a boy who is very immature.
To all that is, and all that was;
It became of nothing just because…
For I have grown into a full Princ-ess,
I must leave behind all the rest.
And go after what is Best.
Written on Jan.14,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Jim Defends Sue-z Q
Chairs go flying with the drinks,
chaos sets in and no one thinks,
For a second Jim was down,
with glasses on the ground.
Luckily Jim finally did get up,
with the help of Skunky chump.
Then of course Jim’s dear old foe,
turned to him and to let him know.
He was a boxer &
not to mess with him,
Boxer works out in the gym.
Now Jim really didn’t care,
and right then & there he did share,
“I love the drama”
he said out loud.
For Sue-Z his sweetheart,
he was proud,
to defend her to the end.
Jim was not a coward or a fool,
he would defend sweet Sue-Z Q
at any & every bar stool,
so think next time before you drool.
Written on Jan.28,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Gypsy Lady
Gypsy Lady is all I heard,
she finally could cure him
so he took her word.
With the knowledge
from the seer who
scanned his body
by knowing the color
of his eyes,
Interesting tales
of his condition
did finally materialize.
Knowing what he was
up against & now
he had a chance,
one day he would
be able to walk & dance.
Now he knows
Gypsy Lady
is totally sincere.
With the help of his diet
with berries and no beer,
She can truly help him
finally get off his rear.
Written on Feb.1,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Love Of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
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Trapped in a Cage
I blew out my candles,
And this is what I saw,
I saw a tiny fairy inside a crystal ball.
She told me “do not look back,
Keep going forward, you are on the right track.”
Then I heard a familiar sound, music playing all around,
The singer who was singing sounded like a sage,
She sang these words: “Your love is trapped in a cage,
you have put it on hold, for you are writing fast before old age.
but you have more to write about, soon you will be free without a doubt.”
Then I realized I have heard the voice of the Divine, it has lead me to beware
Wher I have been blind. I still get stuck in the past, the past hurts that not need to last.
I heal the parts of myself to bring me back to being whole, happy to just be, without trying so.
(Written by Christina Sunrise on August 9,2011)
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Work With Nature
Once we begin to use our 3rd eye
we will see fairies, elementals
for the first time.
We will work with them to help our
gardens grow
We will bless our water
and be conscious what we sow.
We will not use pesticides to
pollute the land
We will understand bugs
and how they fit in God's
divine plan.
All of nature will communicate
with use of telepathy
we will all work in harmony.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
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Return To Innocense
We shatter the myths that have passed down on our heads
we awaken now and make our new beds.
We follow our hearts more with each passing day
we get out of our heads and let our hearts lead the way.
We return to the innocence of a child
who questions the world, but with a smile.
Not the sinister grin of mistrust
but the perception of things as robust.
The flowers now sing and the birds light the sky
the clouds paint a picture and the geckos cry.
The plants bow down to you as you look up at them
they are all a part of this new planetary transformation.
The veil is lifting in the cosmic scheme
we have forgotten in this timing of things.
No business as usual which will bite you in the ass
you have to set new priorities if we are to have a chance.
Written By Christina Sunrise on March 6,2012
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