The Enchanted Forest

Such an enchantment of what is being surpassed at a innocent forest, the feeling of being there in serenity, read on.....

What sights we find beneath canopy
Maybe the little fairies see
Watch them as they have fun and play
Singing and dancing throughout the day

See them ride the fireflies
Soar through the air on butterflies
Jumping off the mushroom stool
Into water leaf filled with morning dew

Climbing webs the spiders weave
High into the canopy
Bouncing and jumping, they take a leap
Landing on the web made trampoline

Oh, I never shall forget this day
Seeing the fairies while they play
Happy and smiling, seems to me
Just how I thought fairies should be

I decided to watch til night
I heard that's when they take to flight
When the children get in their beds
On the pillow rest their head

The fairy dust, is sprinkled light
Children dream, sweet dreams at night
Through night, this keeps them safe
Fairy dust is really great

Dawn, brings them all back home to sleep
On wildflowers land their feet
Curled up in a tiny ball
They'll rest til the wake up call

This was to be my secret, too
A tale I could not keep from you
Be careful when you see the light
The little fairies , not to fright

In appreciation to my friend Gloria of Michigan

A POEM she composed, written & published at Y!360

I NEED YOU

The following is a puzzle from my bLoGger friend,

JEN @Y!360

hope it puzzles & is entertaining...eNjOy!

I'll never know what brought me here

as if somebody led my hand.

It seems I hardly had to steer - my course was planned.

And destiny, it guides us all;

and by its hand we rise and fall.

But only for a moment time,

enough to catch our breath again.

And we're just another piece of the puzzle,

just another part of the plan.

How one life touches the other,

is so hard to understand.

Still we walk this road together.

We try and go as far as we can.

And we have waited for this moment in time ever since the world began.

Taken in the times gone by we wonder how it all began.

We never know,

and still we try to understand.

And even though the seasons change,

the reasons shall remain the same.

It's love that keeps us holding on,

till we can see the sun again.

And I stand alone,

a woman of stone,

against the driving rain.

And the night,

it's got your number - and the wind,

it cries your name.

And we search for clues,

win or lose,

in this we're all the same.

The hope still burns eternal,

we're the keeper of the flame.
will always need you boo.

Our Bird Friends

"This poem is about the interaction of birds and animals we see every day from the family room window." Ian Grice
Lorikeets from feeders look,
Neighbour’s cat lurks nearby tree,
Loves his secret shady nook,
Watching birds and watching me.
Raven sitting on the fence,
Cocks his head from side to side,
Arching wings in quick defence,
Calls his mate come sit beside.
Magpie searching on the lawn,
Cool where insects love to play,
He’ll check out the stands of corn,
Chuckling on this sunny day.
Pigeons cooing on the ground,
Grateful for the seeds that fell,
Listening for a danger sound,
Cat’s around and they can tell.
Wagtail takes his daily swim,
In the birdbath on the path,
Watch him on the water skim,
Antics make the children laugh.
Parrots flying overhead,
Shout their blessings as they go,
They look rather overfed,
Proudly let their plumage show.
Neighbour’s dog now watching cat,
Loudly barks to let all know,
Cat retreats from where she sat,
Birds watch their departing foe.
Lorikeets now screech their cry,
Seeds in feeder running low,
Mocking as the cat runs by,
Glad to see this hunter go.
Then when sunset shows its face,
All will find their night retreat,
Waiting morning sun to grace,
They’ll return the day to greet.

A Poem by Ian Grice © 2008 ( published at Y!360 dated Sept. 4th, 2008 )

About CHD Heart Poem

I have been so busybody all over, posting comments & also busily involved with self articles reading that I hardly take my fingers for a walk over here. And this was already in the draft storage for a week or so. I might have tried to wait for a node, but .... here goes nothing!

I was @ Brynlyn Anna Jensen 's Y!360 :-



The following is a beautiful poem that I read from another CHD baby, Inarah's, blog that brought tears into my eyes (alright, who am I kidding? Truth be told, I bawled my eyes out like a baby!) I just loved the accuracy in the description of the emotions and I just had to share it with you.

Somewhere...someplace... today...
A family is waiting to hear...
Is something wrong with their baby?
The answers aren't quite clear...
This family has entered an unwanted world...
And they just don't know what to expect...

Somewhere...someplace... today
They first heard the words: heart defect.
And how they hoped this was not true...
And thought... this cannot be...I too...
know just how this feels...
For one day...this was me.

Somewhere...someplace...today...
And how they hoped this was not true...
And thought... this cannot be...I too...
know just how this feels...For one day...this was me.

Somewhere...someplace...today...
A man and a woman embrace...
Their baby is in surgery...
They long to see her face...They haven't got to hold her yet...
Without...a cord or line...They pace the room awaiting news...
And hope she'll be just fine.
Prayers fill this busy waiting room...
And mom and dad are scared...

Somewhere...someplace..today...
The tiniest hearts are repaired.

Somewhere...someplace...today...
A child's growing fast...Smiling,laughing,thriving...
His mom thinks...can this last?
It's almost easy...to forget...
That anything is wrong...

Somewhere...someplace..today...
Her child seems so strong.

Somewhere...someplace... today...
A little boy fights...just to live
A father holds his tiny hand...His love...all he can give...
The doctor's are all baffled...
They fear that he might die...

Somewhere...someplace...today...
A family says goodbye...

Somewhere...someplace...each year..
More than 40,000 families will see...What it means...
when something's wrong...They'll face a CHD.
Today...for just a moment...
Stop...remember...reflect...
Make time to tell someone you know...
"I've been changed by a heart defect".

Author - Stephanie Husted
Tonight, please say an extra prayer for strength, courage, hope,
and faith for the CHD babies
and families of this world.

Our House

I wrote Our House @Y!360 earlier this year while I was all alone in depressed mode.
It seems the old song by Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young - Our House is a very very very fine house, with 2cats in the yard ....... is being reminisced here in my short poem!


Well, and so to say The House is a HOME.
But the HOME is NOT a HOUSE
then how is it to live on the LIFE we are to lead??

The House is the only place you know,
This only place is your HOME,
When you know that it's no longer there,
Blindly into the air you stare.
Surely you know it's somewhere out there,
But where?
Surely you would hunt,
But then it's NOT that fun.
You need to seek high and low,
To look for the forsaken LOVE,
That when you managed to find it,
Is it there forever for us to keep?

Summer's Ending

My very nice lady friend Cheyanne @ Y360 composed this very touching poem
to eNjOy the passing summer with utmost jOy
and I've made my request to post it here for all to share the view:-

The leaves are still green,
Vividly so,
The tree bark is A lively blackish brown.
All is so alive,
Yet summer is Drawing to an end.
Leaves soon will begin to Fade and lose their green.
Next they will change into Warm autumnal colors Of rust,
yellow and orange Followed by the Drying of the leaves.
Though summer just began,
It is drawing to an end.

In appreciation to Shirea Mills
in mid July 2008

P.S. - probably another Mid Summer Night's Dream, perhaps?

I Don't Understand

I've come across a regular @Yahoo! 360° whom has been my regular visited space

& find this poem very interesting to collect.

So, as usual I'm sharing it with you.
eNjOy!!

"I don't understand what happened to us
Or why you have turned away.
Of course you are free to do as you like,
But first I have something to say.
To me it had seemed we could go on forever,
So close were our hearts, and at ease,
So much did we share, yet the words never faltered,
So I thought as time did as it pleased.
Whatever I did that has made you unhappy,
Or am that is not to your taste,
Or would be were I to return to your graces,
Or won't be if I am replaced:
I want you to know that your friendship is something
I treasure, and would not now end.
If you would be willing to turn to embrace me,
You'd find in me still a good friend."

Pearls of Wisdom

I have re-Posted this poem from Jacqui BB from YAHOO 360 friends space

thru Cheyanne and in it he wrote:-

So I am hosting Poetry Wednesday this week in Sue's absence.

Sort of seems appropriate that I offer up a poem of my own.

And I have been rather rattling these off on demand of late but I don't think that is going to work today so I went leafing through those journals I have mentioned before.

I didn't even find a date on this until the next to last page I filled

(only about a third but every page a poem).

It is 1976. In the last year I believe of my relationship with a man named Bruce.

The one with the Masters in English and all but thesis on Doctorate.

He hated that I learned I could write.

I was not with him for 19 years so I haven't a clue of just what specific incident I am referring to in this poem. Likely a fight with my brother.

Far too many to be specific.

But not knowing I do not think lessens the truth in this poem.

Observe if you will

No tell tale frown

Nothing up my sleeve

Just behind my mind

Where quietly I air the linen

Review my past like a color guard

Passing in Review just out of yours

So I can pass judgmentI now pull it out for you.

Notice, if you will, the tiny facets

The minute changes of light

As I turn this prism of personality

First one way then the next

You'd never guess

The festered sore this tiny gem has created.

But a tiny grain of sand like so many, you say?

A mere chip off the rock of sand

And well have I hidden itEven from myself

Stored under gauzy tissue of laughter and flippancy

Smoothed and polished and coated and re-coated

To be a pearl of wisdom.

But the wisdom, my friends,

is in observing it

Pulling back the tender tissue

And wiping clean the gem

Then with a hammer smashing it

To reveal the original stone

The tiniest nugget of golden truthA trifle you say?

Well, perhaps

Perhaps once and maybe soonB

ut for now I give you the one, the only(Don't we wish?)

THE Pea which kept a Princess awake

Under not one, not two, not even three

But nineteen, count them.

Nineteen years!

Yes, Sir, Folks.

A more expensive trifle you've never seen.

It has cost us dearly.

(c) J.Binford-Bell 1976

Many thanks to Jacqui BB & in appreciation to Cheyanne.

Living LIFE in Chapters

One of my spaces friends @Yahoo! 360° wrote :-
"I'm reminded of Rudyard Kiplings supportive poem in times such as these.
Wise words that I'm sure will help.

And I'm sharing it with you here & hope you'll like it too. eNjOy!

If you can keep your head when all about you,
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster,
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings,
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you,
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute,
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!"

In appreciation to our utmost friendly WebMarty.

If Only

A "cutie" love engulfed story found by my Yahoo 360 friend, Keke & 
she said this, "I found this piece out there somewhere in cyberland ........ 
I just liked it and wanted to share it with you!"
I have put in a litle effort rephrased it in poetic gesture 
and I'm sharing it here with you, enjoy ....

They lie across the bed,
side by side facing each other,
their bodies only a breath apart one another.

They both carry secrets in their eyes,
and have hidden in visible scars,
they have both grown old into a place,
where they're tired of having too little,
and being afraid of giving too much.

"I'm not sure I know how to do this,"
he whispers tentatively,
as he brushes a few strands of hair,
from her face with his fingertips.

"Neither do I," she assures him.
All this is new to me and I'm scared.
Everyday I want to turn and run the other way.
"Me too," he whispers,
pulling his body closer to her own,
resting her face on his weathered skin,
feeling so tired of never showing up,
and loving only a little.
I don't want to be afraid of being loved,
or worse of being seen.
I'm too old for games and lies and holding back.
I'm too old not to take this risk,
not to stand here with nothing between us.

I'm too old to only give you parts of myself
instead of my whole self.
I'm too old to keep hiding,
to keep tucking pieces of myself away.
If I keep holding on to them I'll never fall apart
and if I don't fall apart I'll never find myself.

I choose you,
I choose you to push against,
to scream at,
to make love with,
to discover myself with,
and I want to be brave enough,
and to give you all my humanness.

I want to be brave enough to accept all of yours.
What if I can't sit in so much love?
What if I can't accept so much humanness?
What if I can't look you in the eyes
or let you look in mine?
What if I can't let myself be loved?

As he asks, his head bowed and his fingers laced,
between hers as if in prayer.
We could start with a few promises,
we could promise if we want to run,
we'll tell the other.
We could promise if it gets too much,
we'll say when we're ready for more.

We could promise to look each other in the face.
We could promise not to lie to ourselves any longer.
We could promise we're in this together.
He wants to make promises,
just as she wants to make promises.
He wants to know who he really is.
She wants to discover all her secrets.
He wants to fall in and never look back.
She wants to open her arms,
and take it all in.
He closes his eyes,
bites his lower lip,
falls into her body,
and whispers his answer in her ear.
She breathes in the scent of his skin,
kissing him lightly on his greying temple,
then lets herself slip into the dark corner,
at the heaving of his moving chest.

And that's what could have happened,
and that's what could have been,
if only one of them had rolled over,
if only one of them had given in,
if only one of them had found ,
the courage to clear their throats,
and stop staring at the wall.