The night

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ONCE UPON A DISTANT SHARPENED NIGHT
By Justme 

Once upon a distant sharpened night
When the air was keen and an icy breeze held no fight
A transcendent moon throbbed it’s hazy gleam
As a murmuring trickle, foretold of a gentle hidden stream.

Daisies and dandelions, colours mute, held a colder earthly hug
As a silver glittering trail followed a steady, searching slug.
A hedgehog shuffled and crept slowly and diligently along
As all around the manmade pylons sang and hummed their electric song.

Silent wings threw cloudy flightless shapes
Time stood still for mountains, trees and lakes.
The heavens lights of flashing, silent stars, did hold.
As the Gods looked upon, the greatest story,
a perfect moment, has ever told.

∞

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Credits: Poem © Justme, Image © Catrinphoto; All rights reserved;

The cross

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A CHILD’S CROSS, A MOTHER’S CROSS
By Justme

Scarlet red explodes then gently trickles descending the veined banks of weary clasping hands.
Clinging to his swollen throbbing feet.
Her mother tears drip and wash but cannot clean or clear the overflowing red
as his body drains upon her hands.
Smoothing skin stems the flow, to push life backwards, gently gentle for what life is left is precious still, to her, for him, her son.
A kneeling muddy mess, clotted hair bound by sweat and blood and tears.
Built upon a memory of her boy who became a man, not yet forty years.

A single tear, drops from him, to her.
A million years of love, with the fullness of a billion stars and space and time.
A woman cries to the heavens,
Universe, replace this woman, for this child of mine!

No voice returns the call, for heaven sleeps, while rivers roar
No hand of man or earth or heaven can sooth this daggered heart
Softly, simply the breeze of life licks her hair
Gently, easy, quietly, the soul of son slips the cross.
With crisscross sandals submerged within a muddy messy place.
She closed her eyes, this woman, this mother
And then an angel,
kissed her face.

∞

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Credits: Poem © Justme; Images © Michaela (churchyard Niedersulz)

Touch your dream

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TOUCH YOUR DREAM
By justme

Close your eyes for dreams
For all is not as it seems
The imagined clock stands true
The silence roars to you.
Feel the beat of heart
before the dream will start
Touch your dreams with mine
Feel the dance of rhyme
Then slowly settle down
Let silence be your crown.
Then breathe as if your last
No more future, no more past.
Then slip your hand in mine
Our song it moves with time.
Let your dance be one of joy.
Of a lady and a boy.
Who dared to dream their dream.
To drift upon a mind less, endless stream.
Of love.

∞

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Perfect place

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PERFECT PLACE

July sunshine drips the fields
Unseen kindness smooths the drying grass
Swiftly the rivers spill and rush and yields
Tiny midgets flick and dart and dash
My minds eye beholds a hallowed land
Every movement thunders and grips unplanned.Judge not this moment by warming splashing sunlight
Use not the eyes of this human blinded man
Sing not my song of other men’s great insight
Touch the scene with thine own, inner silent hand

Perfect place that creates this wondered view
Ever ready to unfold and pull thy subtle strings
Reach my heart and pull me closer, nearer to you
For my mind has busied with many useless things
End this silly human sleepy dream
Carry me and lay me in the centre of this holy scene.
That I might live.

∞

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From fear to faith

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WHAT DO WE NEED TO DO TO TURN FEAR TO FAITH ?

Quote gelbWithin that which you call fear is your faith.No words can penetrate the mortal man.It is in the silence of beingness that the mist disperses and the light of truth appears. I tell you not to leave your lives but to see them with a new pair of eyes. I ask you not to give up that which you call possessions but to understand they are lifes gifts and no man owns them, it is when you grasp them most that they slip from your grip.Do not leave your friends or family for their actions are there to help you to lead you and their inaction is there to teach you.

Do not give your life for a promise but give for the sake of giving and accept the worst but expect the best for it is in this expectancy of faith that life will reveal itself to all.

Life is not found in the intricate but in the simple.

Credits: Writing © just me; Image: CatrinPhoto

Into the golden light

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IN A WORLD OF OPPOSITES

In a world of opposites, the water is wet and the rain is cold.
For man’s ignorance means to the mind his heart is sold.

Come with me sweet children of life.
Dance the dance with all your might.
For the day is closing and soon will be the night.
The earth is slowing and you will still lose the fight.
Light your heart upon the stars, ballet dance from Earth to Mars.
Fill your body with the wine of life, leave thy troubles, plagues and strife.

Come and fly in the golden light my child, that fears nor denies the coming night, run wild.
Close your eyes and die in me,
surrender yourself,
let thy wings fall free.

For I shall hold you in my arms, I shall protect from all that harms.
For am I am the blood from whence you came,
I am the player within your game.

∞

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In the land of Tir na Og

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IN THE LAND OF TIR NA OG

Once upon a time in the land of tir na og
Where luscious strawberries beam
and scrumptious apples grow.
Where a dizzy stream does stroll
while lazy, giddy jackdaws crow.
The sun it dripped and painted
heated heather gold.

Rising from its bed
a chorus of a million tongues
With a morning inhale and to fill their welcome lungs
An orchestra from heaven
announced another day
As the flowers exploded in unison,
their own unique bouquet.

Whistling and burrowing,
Jumping and scurrying
Washing and drying,
Singing and crying
Running and crawling,
Whispering and bawling
Ducking and hiding,
Playing and fighting
Swimming and grooming,
Growing and blooming

What an exhaustive, busy, perfect day.
How could you ever want it, any other way?

Tír na nÓg ([tʲiːɾˠ n̪ˠə ˈn̪ˠoːɡ]; Old Irish: Tír inna n-Óc “The Land of the Young”) is the most popular of the Otherworlds in Irish mythology.

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Fold the Love

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holly-leaves-2I just love folding cards…

Click on the picture, download and print the attached document, cut along the edges, fold*) and enjoy…

Love-Cover

*) How to fold your card:

  1. Cut along the edges
  2. Fold in half along shorter edge (while holding the paper in portrait mode, fold in half horizontally backwards
  3. Fold it again in half (like closing a book). so that the title is on the front.