Myprose and poetry is of angels fanasty Faeroes, dreams~~
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About me: .Author..Deborah Shepard"..catagory..Inspirational
The book title Id like to have my poems about is "My Angels, Fairies Muse"
Its about lifes character the beauty of fairies, angels compassion to the heart strings. My poem tell a story of dreams we have the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief hope life...In our world today life is filled with so many trials tribulations but with hope, as once a little girl to travel into fanasty and relive for just moment with our dreams we can soar to our goals in life ...
Egg shelled shaped brooch found along side the coach one day.Some say who find the pendant with carry her whispering shost.The soul they say can speak to her.One local farmer evens believes his crops would be alive.arly fall days are crisp with excites here, pumpkins and all that.
Oh yes let me introduce myself I am angel, and this story you will read is about my life.
Shall I say it took place when I boarded the coach mom , was sending me to visit my aunt in connect, she was awaiting my arrival. I really didn't see the need to leave, but Mojave said pa had to find work and we couldn't be tended for the right way. I guess as I boarded I ember the night before Halloween each year we decorated the old hallow barn kind of spooky. I even thought I saw a few apparitions there.My best friend Karen told me angels there is no such lathing and you shouldn't be telling folks that .I just always wished she could see what I see.Can anyone ever see the dead or is it just a mirage
You ever meet an angel? I believe there with us as we speak....
Surealistic vesper time
Lasting beauty sublime
Blue celeste roses sewn to thine
Wounders of elphame mine
Satin castile roads to she
Thine will set the presence , tis me
Lifes beauty woven in to wed
Wings etched aspired each fairys threads
Petals are painted by each rose
Dancing in each tiptoed pose
Written in sands of castiles in the air, each quilled prose
All binded in books to be souls sent in heavens, as each forgotten rose
Who I'd like to meet: Many in the world to share my heart, for if we could but touch one soul many could become one..
I would like to meet charactercounts Micheal J. , I d love tyo meet amny of my sis and brothers..I would love to meet angels ...beauty surrounds each soul...You know I have specil friend woud be nice to meet one day ..alothough clouds hold his light
love and light
Spoken in silence , true love professed in tribal times
Our twin flames mesh, moons secrets hidden away
Each holding beauty in eyes seen, taken in solace as the wintry nigh's came
There walk saddened by bare footsteps dream, folded till light of each day
Lasting love in deep mediation sounds heard
Lives entwined to make the harmonic balance
Listen as the mother oaks breathe the secrets of past
Falling arrows design each linings tree
Eyes befallen in solitude and grace
Fields mountainous villages many vanished no trace
Many kindred ancestors forge burn in me moires lost
Many loves etched in borrowed human forms, in reality descended moccasin spirit form
beauty is the friends in each light we meet
If you have walked in the heart of the Greenwood and have bathed in the light of its living force remember what you have felt; and whenever you pass a tree whether it stands alone in a wilderness of human making or in the depth of woodland, give a moment of your time to listen to its voice. For in many parts of the land the trees are dying only the hearts that know something of the true wisdom can save them. (Anon)
Time to welcome in the Summer, health and happiness.
Si usted ha paseado por el centro del bosque verde y se ha bañado en la luz de su fuerza viva recuerde lo que usted ha sentido; y siempre que usted pase al lado de un árbol si está parado solamente en un yermo de fabricación humana o en la profundidad del bosque, dé un momento de su tiempo para escuchar su voz. Porque en muchas partes de la tierra los árboles se están muriendo solamente los corazones que tengan algo de la sabiduría verdadera pueden salvarlos. (Anón)
Girls are like apples on trees. The best ones are on the top of the tree. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead they get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples up top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they are amazing. They have to wait for the right boy to come along...the one who is brave enough to climb to the top of the tree! ... You have been considered one of the 10 prettiest girls on my contact list. once you have been hit, you have to hit 10 pretty girls... :): So hit 10 girls on your contact list and let them know they are pretty.. :)
Hey,
sorry if this seems spammy, but I'm really chuffed :) ...
I've just got the suport on the Bens Brother UK tour in May!
If you'd like to listen to some of my songs then go for it! I've put up some new ones from my album!
Maybe if you like, you could come to a gig? show the support some support! all the dates are up!
Hope you enjoy,
Best,
Rhys Morgan
HO HO HO ive got my website running from the north pole,Come take a visit to my home and see where we make all those presents and loads more Plus why not send me your wishlists straight to the north pole,Heres The address www. fatherchristmasworkshop. com
As the vial between the worlds grows thin, May it bring you joy and peace in all your soul seeks to find on this Samhain night
they are with us I entered my sacred space The place forth which I venture every Samhain Eve I felt the hand upon my shoulder as I cried for all those gone before me I placed my offerings at the foot of the trees I seen the shadows move from my side I gave my blessing and turned to go I heard the whispers of all those a sought this night I felt the peace that they brought for me upon the mists of this cool night Spellem 10.30.2008
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