Tender Words And Vibrant Songs by Frances Ayers (Editor) (best biographies to read txt) 📖
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Table Of Contents 2
Forward 10
Becky Northrup
Black eyed Susans 12
Regret 13
Freya Pickard
Silence 15
March Hope. 19
Elizabeth Castillo
Bliss 21
In Pink 22
A Brand New Day 23
Jagjit Singh Jit
The Imprisoned Soul 26
Search 28
Souls In Love 30
A Bond Celestial 33
Pradipta kumar Mohanty
Ecstasy 36
Celebration. 37
Journey 39
Diwakar Pokhriyal
Wait of Betterment 43
Haiku Chain 44
Stand For Light 45
Arkajyoti Samanta
All The Time,I Need The Pot 49
Love 51
Short Poem 2 51
Short poem 3 52
Jason Enrique Guzman
The Ides Of March 54
Carlos Andre'Dos Santos Ferreira
Winter's Past 58
Alicja Maria Kuberska
Dew 62
A Little Angel 63
June Rows 64
The DayBreak 66
Aparna Pathak
Retreat 70
Your Feet 72
Understanding 73
Moon Appears 76
Bozena Helena Mazur Nowak
Comorants Return 79
Goodbye 81
Sheherazade 82
Happiness As A Slice Of Bread 83
River 85
The Apple Tree 87
Lewis Frederick Crystal
Intro To Three Choruses Of Love
(Blind Willie Loveless) 90
Love-First Chorus. 90
Love-Second Chorus 92
Love-Third Chorus 95
Frances Ayers
A Little Touch Of Love 99
(Butterfly Cinquain)
Songs Of Vibrant Spring 100
(Haiku Chain)
Love's Blessing 101
(A Double Etheree)
These Tender Moments 103
(Senryu Chain)
Forward
In this our fifth Facebook poetry anthology,we choose as our theme,the season of Spring.A time of the year that resonates all that is beautiful,hopeful and new both in ourselves and in nature.
The soul and all of life is renewed and rebirthed.Our Poets describe the beauty of nature and the hope of love in all it's glory.Overcoming struggle and difficulty is also a form of rebirth as we discover new possibilities within ourselves and in our relationships.Throughout this anthology you will find the mundane intertwined with the etereal,and you will be touched by dreams,desire,recollections,longing,and possibilities.Our hope is that you will be inspired.
Frances Ayers-Editor
Becky Northrup
Becky began writing when she was 12 years old,after her grandfather died. She is also an aspiring short story Writer.She was recently published in her first magazine,FM and lives in the United States with her three children.
Black Eyed Susans
A sunny day, a warm breeze, a walk, searching.My little hand in your big hand, in a field searching. A smile that reached your eyes and touched my heart, searching. A bouquet of black eyed Susan's found, memories made. Love pure and sweet, though you are no longer here. A sunny day, a warm breeze, a walk, black eyed Susan's and memories, bittersweet
© Becky Northrup
Regret
Forgive me please for all thats past and for words I did not say.Three little heartfelt words that I have long not spoken but have felt them everyday. I hope you know that I love you and that I always have. Out of hurt and misunderstanding I stupidly stayed away, now too late do I realize what I have missed along the way. I know I cannot hug you now or tell you I love you but hopefully you remembered a time so long ago when last I hugged you and let my feelings show. I love you now like I loved you then my uncle and my friend and hopefully someday we will meet again. I love you uncle Chuck!!!
© Becky Northrup
Freya Pickard
Freya Pickard is the author of Dragonscale Leggings and lives in a little cottage with a view of the distant sea in southern England. She runs two blogs at http://dragonscaleclippings.wordpress.com and http://purehaiku.wordpress.com
Silence
Under this chestnut tree I am waiting.
The world is silent,
It has forgotten how to sing.
As sleep hovers at the corners of my eyes
The occasional breeze brings me messages;
Tantalising whiffs of garlic; musky scents of loam,
Then everything is silent and still again.
No duck swims on the pool’s placid surface,
No butterfly darts over lilies there,
No fish ‘gloops’ in his play in the sunshine,
Even the chestnut tree seems to sleep.
Then the silence of the earth is broken,
I feel the soil vibrate.
Swish and scrape of leaf and branch
Hit my ear as you advance.
The sun pours down more richly
And I see you framed by reeds.
You must not see me, smell me, hear me,
I must be so still and hardly breathe,
You must not know that I can see you.
Do not vanish like a dream!
White hide, long legs, sleek muscled frame,
Treading the sod with cloven hoof,
You arch your neck, long mane falling,
Trailing in the pool’s deep water.
You drink and ripples disturb
The prolific yellow lilies.
I long to touch you, feel your warmth,
Breathe your hot, strong scent.
I want to stroke your wise, old face
And feel your strength beneath my thighs.
I watch the sunlight glinting off
Your solitary horn and know
I must not call you, I must not sigh,
I must not sob aloud.
I must be silent, I must be frozen,
For only waiting silence can summon you,
Only silence can make you real,
Only in the silence can I call you back to me,
My long departed ancient friend
© Freya Pickard
March Hope
There is a lightening in the air
Together with the quality of birdsong
That tells me Spring is here.
Clouds are high, grey, tattered rags
Scudding fast.
Catkins blow in the cool breeze like golden showers,
But I have seen very little pussy willow.
The air smells fresh and clean,
Purified after last night’s torrential rain.
© Freya Pickard
Elizabeth E. Castillo
Elizabeth E. Castillo is a Professional Writer/International Poet/Blogger/Journalist from the tropical paradise of the Philippines. She has just recently published her first international poetry book “Seasons of Emotions” and her poems have been featured in more than 25 international anthologies in the USA, UK, Canada and Africa .Her work also appears in online magazines. She is currently a Contributing Editor in "Inner Child "The Magazine ,and is also working as an Online English Instructor for Koreans.
Bliss
Looking at the lovely horizon
Sunkissed cherry blossoms abound
Tinges of pink, orange and red
Creates an unending joy in this side of my world
And the thoughts of a blissful life with you.
Butterflies flying around dainty flowers
Chirping birds perched on high tree branches
Singing songs of melodious revelry
My mind drifted to a faraway land
Where our souls finally meet and hand in hand we dance.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright March 17, 2013
In Pink
Lovely is the lady I have found in my garden
Dainty little feet dancing to the rhythm of the rustling leaves
Fragile hands took care of her until she finally bloomed
From a tiny little seedling
To a fully grown pink orchid.
The Dancing Lady in pink amazes whoever sees her
Daring to touch her soft tender skin
She’s always looking up to the skies above
Wondering if she could reach it one day
Dance with the heavenly angels wearing pink shoes.
Elizabeth E. Castillo Copyright
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