Lasso The Moon

*image source: magickalgraphics.com

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Poet or Writer

When I was younger
it was my dream
being poet or writer
the perfect life seem

With riches and fame
that it would bring
in this mortal world
I would be something

Now I am older
not rich but poor
but I am doing
the thing I adore

Fame’s not in sight
but I don’t care
I love my life
and those with whom I share!

Teresa Marie   11/9/11

 

Perfect Poet Award Week 55 Acceptance Poem
I nominate Charles Mashburn for Week 56

http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/

Sunset at The North Pole – Newest E-mail From Mom – Awesome Picture!!!

Sunset at the North Pole
This is one of the rarest pictures that you will ever see in your life
when the moon was closest to the earth. The date the picture
was taken was Thursday, 13th May 2011 . 
 
   This is the sunset at the North Pole with the moon at its closest point last week.

a scene you will probably never get to see in person, so take a moment and
enjoy God at work at the North Pole.
And, you also see the sun below the moon, an amazing photo and not one easily
duplicated. You may want to pass it on to others so they can enjoy it.

The Chinese have a saying that goes something like this:
‘When someone shares with you something of value,
you have an obligation to share it with others!’
I just did ….your turn.
 
 

“Don’t Let Me Lose Control!”, She Prayed

The children screamed. The mother tapped the steering wheel as she waited for the bickering between children to cease. It didn’t. She turned around and yelled at them to stop and grow up. The whimpering six and eight year old continued to pull on the toy they both wanted to keep. The rain pelted against the window. The mother wanted the sun, she wanted summer to return. The children would be passed onto her ex-husband and she could enjoy the warming heat of the summer sun alone, in peace. The traffic was building up on the road and the children continued to shriek. With her nerves frayed she began smacking her hand against the horn.

– Ermisenda Alvarez

“Don’t let me lose control!”
is what the mother prayed

“If I raise my hand
angel let it be stayed!”

As “Be quiet!” she scream
the children shrieked in terror

They’d pushed her too far
knowing this was their error

For pounding on the horn
had gotten her no more

Closer to where she wanted
than the next car’s backdoor

And only by the inches
did she go another mile

Seeing the wreck was ahead
mangled cars in a pile

The mother bowed her head
praying “God, please forgive me!”

Knowing that by His grace
they weren’t involved to see

The horror of those others
at the death and pain

That for a lifetime would
in hearts and minds remain

Turning to her children then
she said, “I love you!”

With teary eyes they said,
“Mommy, we love you too!”

Teresa Marie  10/2/11

This week’s submission for “picture it & write” on http://ermiliablog.wordpress.com/

My Life Is

My life’s filled with love

It flows all around me

As gentle as a dove

Does it lite on me

And my heart does still

Your love has lifted me

Above those things that kill

You’re the world to me!

Teresa Marie  8/28/11

 

Broken Ropes

Last night I had a nightmare

It gave me quite a scare

I am a little girl in it

And upon a swing I sit

Someone behind me was pushing

The air around me swooshing

With the bright blue sea

There in front of me

But then the ropes broke

And I started to choke

As the fear did rise

With my screaming cries

Then I did awake

Whatever do you make

Of such a scary dream

And all it does seem?

Teresa Marie  8/26/11

 

Honey Bee

Come with me
my honey bee
we’ll fly to
the honey tree

Where we’ll live
life so sweet
it will be
the best treat

Come with me
little honey bee
it’ll be great
wait and see

I love you
so come along
forever with me
do you belong!

Teresa Marie  8/24/11

Rover, My Rover

Rover, my Rover
where can you be?

This isn’t clover
don’t you see?

The wheat’s too tall
for me to find

A puppy so  small
of any kind

Don’t you hear me
calling for you?

Where, my little puppy,
did you go to?

This isn’t funny 
you silly little rat

Shoulda got me a bunny
what ya think about that?

So there you are, Rover,
come right here to me

Or I’ll turn you over
for a nice little kitty!

 

Teresa Marie   8/17/11

Short Story Slam Week 8