Two Awesome Magpies!
Illustrious silver pearls
Adorn mid-heaven's scene
Baptising one and all
So that each stares serene.
The busy day slows to a crawl
As beauty casts its spell -
For this is such a sight,
Gold memories to tell!
The glistening dewdrops settle
To nestle on the trees,
Each shimmering in sunshine,
Swayed by a gentle breeze...
Now tiny spectrums beckon
The magpies to draw near,
As if to say God's jewels display
The finest colours here!
The magpies glide down to the fence,
Our garden bath to use!
Not one but two, penguins with wings,
They wash away their blues!
We watch enthralled as each one sips
The gift of life itself...
Elixir-like it satisfies
Bestowing newborn health...
They're comfortable together,
As if love forms a bond!
Then off they go with gratitude!
Across the roofs beyond!
Like angels soaring, flying free,
Defeating gravity!
To leave us sighing, smiling...
What an awesome sight to see!
poem by Denis Martindale
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The super moon
The super moon shines over the mountain with silvery shining light,
Moon so big in size sends the wise owl flying in fright,
Hyenas stop laughing for a while to watch the smile on moon's face tonight.
The mountain and its trees adore this beautiful sight.
The mountain and its trees adore this beautiful sight,
The silvery charm brings the memory of my mom's lullaby,
'Uncle moon, please come down and bring the rice and milk for my child in the golden pot tonight',
My heart tries to search the beauty of my love in the big smiling moon so nearby.
My heart tries to search the beauty of my love in the big smiling moon so nearby,
It is hard to decide who is prettier, the moon or my love tonight,
The silver rays mesmerize my eyes with so much love and tranquility,
That I wish we will be together in love forever we are in sight.
That I wish we will be together in love forever we are in sight,
When I rub my sleepy eyes in the dawns early light,
With heavy heart I bid goodbye to this sight,
May be in next hundred years, my roaming soul will watch again this beautiful sight.
poem by Jay P Narain
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Warrnambool In January
Tis warm in the full sun but in the shade tis cool
And the magpies and the mudlarks are singing in the City of Warrnambool
Their music in the Summer air where the cars buzz up and down
On Lava Street in the heart of the busy seaside Town.
A pleasant day in January a high of twenty nine degrees
And there is a nice sort of coolness in the freshening coastal breeze
And the magpies and the mudlarks pipe their distinctive melodies
Near where the traffic it is buzzing on the sunlit street trees.
In Warrnambool in January in the holiday time of year
The accents of different races in the shopping malls one does hear
Quite a nice City to visit if you are driving that way
So many people there do smile at you and bid you a good day.
An old rural City in Victoria in the coastal countryside
The famed City of Warrnambool it is known far and wide
The magpies they are fluting and the mudlarks sing pee wee
And the Summer sun is shining on the City by the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Written At Broadbeach Queensland
The noisy miners chirp in sunburnt parkway by the sea
And lorikeets are noising as they fly from tree to tree
The scaly breasted and the rainbow keets from gum to sheoak fly
A blaze of dazzling colours for to captivate the eye.
The magpies pipe their sweetest notes just as the sun go down
And freshening sea breeze cool the air in humid Queensland Town
This is the nicest time of day a cool pacific breeze
And sun retire at close of day to songbird melodies.
Sun bathers in their beach wear through parkway make their way
Their bodies bronzed from lying on beach for hours on end each day
Sun lovers flock to Queensland the cruel sun they don't fear
They sun bathe on the Gold Coast the twelve months of the year.
An evening in October the second month of Spring
The miners and the magpies in Broadbeach parkland sing
And lorikeets are chirping on gum and sheoak trees
And People walk home from the beach in freshening evening breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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To Fly
I watch the birds as they fly in the sky
On a peaceful and sunny day
I close my eyes and I let out a sigh
How I wish on a wing with them I could stay.
As in the sky they are soaring above all man
They are so much closer and clearer to GOD
Oh how I wish I wasn't bounded upon the land
As they are the dreams that I have sought.
Just to soar in the sky either day and night
And just to sail the oceans of the sky above
As to me there is not a happier sight
And to myself I think there probably never was.
I wish that I could take up wings and fly
And no longer be home or earthen bound
To be a free soul and just sail the sky
And then maybe one day touch the ground.
To feel the breeze constantly upon my face
The pleasures only birds and angels do know
If that one gift was given upon by GOD's grace
Then I might realize some secrets GOD does know.
So until that time I will just dream and wish
That up in the sky I am sailing and soaring high
Though it I never did and already it I miss
Oh how I wish I was like a bird and fly in the sky.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Legend Of The Angel
When God made the angels, not one of them knew how to fly.
They walked across Heaven not knowing all they could do.
God wanted to know how long it would take them to learn.
So He kept telling them to go to different parts of Heaven.
Off they went walking, walking, walking, walking, walking.
In time, one of the Lord's angels found out that he could run.
The archangels were completely shocked and they tried it.
Pretty soon, millions of angels were running across Heaven.
God smiled at them. We all have to start somehere, don't we?
God created a few upstairs' rooms in some of His palaces.
Wisely, the angels and the archangels walked up the stairs.
Even though they could run and run and run, they walked.
God smiled again, because He liked them to be careful...
As a reward, He transformed their wings into silver and gold.
The angels were amazed at these wondrous dazzling delights.
But, the thing is, silver and gold can be quite heavy at times.
Not one of the angels complained. Why offend the Father?
But, the thing is, silver and gold can be quite heavy at times.
After a bit, it got a bit too much for one of the smaller angels.
He was exhausted, huffing and puffing his way across Heaven.
The next time God called to him, he approached the Throne...
Father, could You take back Your silver and gold, please?
The Lord agreed and then the angel began to float in the air.
He flapped his wings nervously not knowing how to get down.
To his amazement, he started flying as the other angels stared.
This is so much easier than walking or running! He told them.
So they all asked God the Father to please let them fly as well.
All their silver and gold melted away and covered the streets.
As they didn't feel the need of these, they blessed Heaven instead.
From that day on, all of the angels could fly, it was so easy...
Then they understood why God had made some smaller angels.
He knew one of them would be tired out and had to ask for help.
Imagine if we had no setbacks, no weights to hold us down...
Alas, we haven't earned our wings yet, but maybe someday...
In the meanwhile, let's just feed the birds and watch them fly...
poem by Denis Martindale
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Splitting the Sparkle
Splitting the sparkle from seams in the sky
Running in fabric with threads flying by
Twisting contorting a glimmer of light
Running in spectrums that seemed out of sight
Bending and breaking spectacular tests
Over and under, repeating its bests
Showing and slowing this glimmer of light
Over and under, all spectrums of sight
Running over and under these fabrics so tense
It’s hard to remember to question from whence
Spectrums and glimmers that came from a dense
Point in the universe shouts existence
poem by Paul Moosberg
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Evergreen Tree
I long to see the evergreen tree,
Green and covered with needles free,
Thinking of Christmas approaching fast,
I cut and dragged the tree home at last.
Displaying the tree means Christmastime's start,
A yearly tradition to gladden each heart.
The children think of Santa Claus in the north,
While words of joy and good will are bursting forth.
The evergreen tree is a sparkling sight,
Adorned with lights and ornaments so bright,
Topped by an angel with wings of gold,
Creating much joy among the young and old.
The decorated evergreen tree will display
A beautiful sight every night and day,
Until the festivities of the Holy Season will end,
The tree will be stripped of its finery again.
May those you love appreciate Christmas dearly
To share your faith and traditions freely.
Let us never fail to remember this holy day,
Why we adorn and display evergreen trees anyway.
poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Wash
Never meant to waste your time
never meant to fall out of line
I was trying to get closer to you
Now it seems with every step
feels like I'm losing my breath
I don't know what else I can do
but you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
I never had to choose
living a life with you
or chasing lies only half true
when our love would be
a world alone with you and me
than hiding behind these walls
when you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
and you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you fall over me
you crawl over me
like sunshine
like sunshine
Everything in the world was falling through
all I knew was it led to you
my sunshine
all my life never found my place
until I felt the sunlight on my face
my sunshine
Never meant to waste your time
never meant to fall out of line
I was trying to get closer to you
Now it seems with every step
feels like I'm losing my breath
I don't know what else I can do
but you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you wash over me
you wash over me like sunshine
and you wash over me
you wash over me like rain
and you fall into me
you crawl into me
like sunshine
like sunshine
like sunshine
like sunshine
song performed by by Lifehouse from Stanley Climbfall
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You're My Sunshine
Sunshine, you're my sunshine
and without you nothing's right.
You warm me like the sunshine
when I see you in my sight.
There's a special glow in my heart
when I think of you.
If you're gone for even one day
I don't know what to do.
Oh I try you know
but whenever you go
the sunshine's just not there.
Oh it's in the sky
and I don't know why
I can't feel it anywhere.
Sunshine, you're my sunshine
and without you I am cold.
You warm me like the sunshine
and shine for me like gold.
Sunshine, you're my sunshine
and without you nothing's right.
So please don't ever leave me.
I need you in my sight.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Closing Day
The sunset wore a cloth of gold,
spread out across the sky.
With flaming hues, the daytime blues,
had vanished and did fly.
The view stunningly breathtaking.
A painter’s coloured dream.
Where sable brush, had caused a blush,
as that of a molten stream.
The scene became one of splendour,
rich and vibrant its glow.
One’s mind thrilled at, the Artist that,
set up this awesome show.
The depths of those rosy colours,
all moving constantly.
Made them all blaze, and all did gaze,
at the glory there to see.
The closing day, settling to rest,
changed into its dark night.
But will once more, return to draw,
the eye to this plush sight.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Summer's Rain
I am not afraid to say
That I love a summer's rain
To listen to the pitter-patter of rain drops
Splash lightly upon the window panes
I love to gaze out at the falling rain
To see the plants and flowers sparkle in the misty haze
That covers the water coloured scene before me
Each dropp of water shimmering where it lay
I love to see the sun during a summer's rain
Its glistening beams spreading out far and wide
Creating a prism of wonderful colours
To form a beautiful rainbow across the sky
I love the smell after a summer's rain
When everything in sight is wash'd anew
The world seeming a little brighter now
That the summer rain is through
poem by John A. Hancock
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My Garden Fair
Flowers are blooming in
my garden fair. Their
sweet perfume fills the
air. My Garden fair is
beautiful to see., with all
its glory surrounding me.
My garden fair is romantic
and bright, and so redeeming
in sunlight where song birds
nestle in the trees, and sing
with each flowing breeze.
My garden fair is a glorious
sight, that I rush to greet
at twilight my garden fair is
most supreme with such lovely
enchanting scenes.
poem by Dr. Janice Marie Murrell
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Flowers Take Your Bow
Seeds are being planted
Many hopes are being made
In a sleeping bed
Through beauty, they are craved,
In a gentle row
Graceful as they grow
While pushing through the dirt
With help from mother earth,
Reaching towards the sun
Colors shine so bright
Living from the love
To become mans greatest sight,
A beauty that is so close
Performing in a row
Expecting but a smile
For pleasure, is all they know,
Swaying in the wind
From a gentle breeze
As angels fly overhead
To protect, what we do see,
For a garden is a garden
But a flower is so much more
To open the eyes of man
By opening a hidden door,
Flowers, take your bow
That's been so long overdue
Friend, to man and child
Teacher, to me and you,
Swaying in the breeze
Living off the sun
As angles fly overhead
To protect, mans greatest love.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Precious
The jewels
That sparkle in your eyes
Are pools
To bathe in.
Aqua skies
Above
Are swathed in
Cotton candy dreams.
As sunlit diamonds
Adorn with love
The flowing gown of silver streams.
The stars
That hang like spectral pearls.
Are bells that rang
In other worlds.
Attending heavens' glittering ball
To wear the night
Like ermine shawl.
When sprites have danced
To mystic tune
With lights enhanced
By crescent moon.
The Aria
Of passionate seas
Where rainbows fade
To symphonies.
And precious gold lights morning sky.
As colours bold
Do swirl on high.
That precious scene
The sunset steals.
To bleed blood red
Alone to die.
Each miracle the day reveals
To beauty queen
Of moonlit sigh.
poem by Kevin East
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1133 Heaven On Earth
Where is Heaven is there such a place?
A place where God is real and Angels dwell
Can we find Heaven - while we're here on earth
Or does your life on Earth resemble Hell?
Heaven is all around in Nature shown
The 'Gift of God' to all who are His own.
Heaven is a clearing in the woods
A place were bluebells in profusion grow
A place of solitude qnd quietness
A place where only rabbits and the badgers go.
The Angels gather there but are unseen
Except by those who have departed from this scene.
Heaven is a stretch of sandy coast
The place where Baby Angels love to play
The murmer of the sea the gentle wind
The changing panorama of each day.
And those who have departed from this life
Can live contented there as Man & Wife.
Heaven is a mountain-side retreat
A place with lovely vistas near and far
A pace that's shaped by God's almighty hand
Which urban noise and crime can never mar.
A place for our beloved who've gone before
Where Angels hover close to Heaven's Door.
Heaven's set beside a placid lake
In which are mirrored trees and clouds above
A place of peace - serenity and joy
A place of holiness - a place of love.
Martyrs and Saints sing out to God in Praise
And with the Angels serve Him all their days.
God's gift to us - right from our day of birth
The 'Joys of Heaven' - right where we are on EARTH! ! !
(John Knight - Colchester - December 2009)
poem by John Knight
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For July A Rare Sunny Day
For July a rare sunny day
The sun peep through the clouds of gray
And the nest building magpie does sing
Five weeks from the first day of Spring.
Tiny frogs sing in the watery drain
Swollen by recent heavy rain
And the song of the blackbird I hear
Familiar, melodious and clear.
Late Winter a nice time of year
One knows that the Spring it is near
The birds know it is time to breed
And the call of Nature they do heed.
Mild sunshine with a gentle breeze
And magpies piping on the gum trees
And the magpie larks calling pee wee
In the sunlit park by the sea.
The sun shining in the gray sky
Such a pleasant day for July
The birds sense the coming of Spring
Nature is such an amazing thing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Beauty of Love!
I enjoy beauty of star studded night sky;
I enjoy beauty of harmonious waves of sea;
I enjoy beauty of peaceful living of people;
I enjoy beauty of natural poems of poets!
Beauty of human life I enjoy in all forms;
Beauty of fun loving children I enjoy often;
Beauty of smiling flowers I enjoy in garden;
Beauty of art work I enjoy in all forms ever!
World is full of beauty Nature bestows to all;
World is paradise due to love and beauty ever;
World is the abode of man's cultural refinement;
World is the spring board to heaven at the end!
Beauty of love is eternal for all to enjoy in life
Evolving animal into man and man into divine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Into The Last Month Of Winter
Into the last month of Winter and the wattles cloaked in yellow flowers in bloom
And pink flowers on the camellias and yellow flowers on the broom
And all through the night the white backed magpies sing
On the third week of August coming up to the Spring
On the third week of August in the Southern Hemisphere
One does have a sense that Spring is quite near
The paddocks and parklands are looking quite green
And fragile pink flowers on the fruit trees are seen
Into the third week of August and birds sing in the rain
And all through the night frogs sing in pond and drain
And in the calm of the night in the parkland nearby
The breeding spur wing plovers in their territory cry
And all through the night on the moonlit gum trees
The songs of the magpies carry in the breeze.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Every Breath That I Take...
My heart doth make
A beat for the rhythm of my love,
Carried by my wings of a dove
Flying round you, loving you, calling
You are still, a signal to my fluttering wings
That descends gentle, close onto your body
High in the sky of the trees our interwoven sticks
Of love await your nest eggs...I fly away.
As the moon says goodbye sunshine peeks at your eyes
Sparkling brightly as you warm to your clutch of eggs,
I call to you for we must fly to make an appearance
By the church bells the scene is laid,
For a wedding spell.
A young couple wed embrace and kiss
Something we never miss, to bless
From the love of a dove.
poem by Ken e Hall
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Every Breath of a Dove
Every breath that I take
My heart doth make
A beat for the rhythm of love
Carried by the wings of a dove,
Flying round you, loving you, calling
You are still, a signal to my fluttering wings
That descends me gentle, close onto your body
High in the sky of the trees our interwoven sticks
Of love await your nest eggs...I fly away.
As the moon says goodbye sunshine peeks at your eyes
Sparkling brightly as you warm to your clutch of eggs,
I call to you for we must fly to make an appearance
By the church bell the scene is laid,
For a wedding spell.
A young couple wed embrace and kiss
Something we never miss,
For the love of a dove.
poem by Ken e Hall
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