Tag Archives: Poetry

Moon Rising

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Moon Light

Moon Rises High Into The Sky
The Moon Is Gray
The Moon Is Bright
The Moon Is Full
Every Night The Moon Comes Out And Goes Down.
The Moon Shines Onto The Earth.
Brightens My Path.
I Look at The Moon And Say ‘Moon Light Moon Light Bright My Path As You Shine My Way’
The moon Looks down And Shines My Path.
I Walk To The Pond And The Reflection of The Moon The Moon Is Beautiful And Bright.
The Moon Will Never Disappear.
The Brightness With Alwayz Shine My Path.

Sonya Wesley

The Lighthouse

portlandhead lighthouse flat
It’s been said that Longfellow was inspired to write his poem “The Lighthouse” here at this Lighthouse.

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
and on its outer point, some miles away,
the lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,
A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day.

Even at this distance I can see the tides,
Upheaving, break unheard along its base,
A speechless wrath, that rises and subsides
in the white tip and tremor of the face.

And as the evening darkens, lo! how bright,
through the deep purple of the twilight air,
Beams forth the sudden radiance of its light,
with strange, unearthly splendor in the glare!

No one alone: from each projecting cape
And perilous reef along the ocean’s verge,
Starts into life a dim, gigantic shape,
Holding its lantern o’er the restless surge.

Like the great giant Christopher it stands
Upon the brink of the tempestuous wave,
Wading far out among the rocks and sands,
The night o’er taken mariner to save.

And the great ships sail outward and return
Bending and bowing o’er the billowy swells,
And ever joyful, as they see it burn
They wave their silent welcome and farewells.

They come forth from the darkness, and their sails
Gleam for a moment only in the blaze,
And eager faces, as the light unveils
Gaze at the tower, and vanish while they gaze.

The mariner remembers when a child,
on his first voyage, he saw it fade and sink
And when returning from adventures wild,
He saw it rise again o’er ocean’s brink.

Steadfast, serene, immovable, the same,
Year after year, through all the silent night
Burns on forevermore that quenchless flame,
Shines on that inextinguishable light!

It sees the ocean to its bosom clasp
The rocks and sea-sand with the kiss of peace:
It sees the wild winds lift it in their grasp,
And hold it up, and shake it like a fleece.

The startled waves leap over it; the storm
Smites it with all the scourges of the rain,
And steadily against its solid form
press the great shoulders of the hurricane.

The sea-bird wheeling round it, with the din
of wings and winds and solitary cries,
Blinded and maddened by the light within,
Dashes himself against the glare, and dies.

A new Prometheus, chained upon the rock,
Still grasping in his hand the fire of love,
it does not hear the cry, nor heed the shock,
but hails the mariner with words of love.

Sail on!” it says: “sail on, ye stately ships!”
And with your floating bridge the ocean span;
Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse.
Be yours to bring man nearer unto man.

··· Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ···

Morning Light

Morning Light

Morning Light
In early morning stillness, before the glow has lit the skies,
I lie upon my bed and slowly open up my eyes.
Though gray is all around me as I glance around my room,
I know the Light is coming to chase away the gloom.

For darkness holds no power to corrupt or to deceive
If I but turn toward the Light and say, Lord, I believe.
As surely as the Son did rise, the dark will pass away
As truth and love come shining into the break of day.

Today I will not cower; there is nothing that I fear.
Whenever I call out his name, I know that he will hear.
Each morning he reminds me, when dawn becomes new day
That Christ the Lord has risen and comes to light my way.

~ Linda Gleason ~
Copyright © 2009
All Rights Reserved

A Precious Moment

A Precious Moment

Our eldest daughter 3 years ago…

Precious Moments
by Judy  Auclair

Why is it we realize just how precious...
     only after they have passed?
These wonderful treasures 
     we can never again revisit.
Except for the fleeting moment, 
     they no longer exist.

Oh, these precious moments, 
     how I want to capture them
And forever hold them in my heart, 
     my mind, my soul!
Keeping them as fresh and alive 
     as when they first occurred.
Allowing me to feel your arms, 
     taste your kisses, hear your love.
From that first precious moment 
     till eternity...and beyond.
Your love, the most precious of all things ever...

It is unconditional
It is all encompassing
It is my most valued treasure...
Totally irreplaceable...

Unending...
Forgiving...
Sweet...
Pure ecstasy!

From that first precious moment. my love,
When my eyes saw you bathed in a golden light
You forever captured my heart and soul...
Entwined it with yours
For all eternity.

Your gift of love to me is unequaled
And I offer to you, my darling, my love.
It is all I have, but with each precious moment that passes,
It grows so much, under your sweet care
And I know that you treasure it also.

We are making so many precious moments, my darling,
And we will continue to do so,
For all eternity
For our love is more than a precious moment,
It is just precious
Always and forever!

My Little Cupcakes

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youngest in black and white

© Heather Twining
The bond between father and daughter happens instantly, starting right at birth,
When a father first lays eyes on his little girl he loves her more than anything on this earth,
When a daughter grows older her father is the first man she will love,
And the last one her father will have trouble letting go of,
In her eyes he is the closest thing to God, in her eyes he is a King,
To her father she means the world, she means everything.
When a daughter grows up to be an adult and mature,
Her father will always be there anytime she still needs dad to help her,
To give her advice or just-for anything she will ever need,
The bond between father and daughter is the most important bond indeed,
It cannot be broken when she finds a man, and become his wife,
It cannot be broken even in the ending of either ones life,
A daughter will always have the memories of her father, her best friend
This bond has a beginning, but there is never an end.
The bond between a father and daughter is so profound
The love shared is well renowned,
From the beginning of his daughters life, he is a changed man,
At that moment his life really just began.
From the moment their eyes meet,
two souls instantly become complete.

Source: Father & Daughter, Father and Child Poem http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/father–daughter#ixzz2TZQHyS1O
http://www.FamilyFriendPoems.com

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Colorful and Vibrant in HDR

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Love both of these cupcakes…
by Stephanie’s Snapshots

Of course I feel the same about both of my daughters. It’s amazing to me how love never runs out no matter how many children you may have.

A Road Less Traveled

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After taking this picture I used Google to look up The Road Less Traveled to see what I could find, and I came across this Robert Frost poem with a similar title. Enjoy!

The Road Not Taken

By Robert Frost

Two roads diverge in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth:

Then took the other, as just as fair,

and having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence:

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.