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When You Say Nothing at All
16 January 2006
Who was she
that mystery unknown
To seek the jewel of many eyes seeing
never a secret kept apart from curtains spread
No time to erase yesterday
just another moment to turn of tomorrow
This last moment of breath to breathe
void of escape from love true
A simple cotton handkerchief
to wipe away those years
Yet each scar a reminder of being
this life of being born and wanted to live
Her presence a streaming river
upon a landscape of reality known
The jewel of many eyes her own
like an angel in outline traced in fresh snow
“It’s amazing how you can speak right to my heart
Without saying a word you can light up the dark
Try as I may I could never explain
What I hear when you don't say a thing”
“The smile on your face lets me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes sayin’ you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me if ever I fall
You say it best when you say nothing at all”
Lyrics from the song “When You Say Nothing At All”
Performed by Alison Krauss, written by Don Schlitz, Paul Overstreet
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Smiling Joy
14 May 2006
Beauty was a smile, understanding was hope
Her eyes of candy delight
a face full of living joy
When deep inside was a place to live
her heart warm in a smile to shine
Only human as each day goes on
from Dallas, Texas, in star shine
Looking for friends, or passing in the night
sleep of dreams, to savour to delight
No need to ponder, loving along the way
for beauty in her eyes was all in first sight
A world away, a land to fit inside
innocence, escaping in beauty made
Her smile of brightness
this joy never to fade
“Behold, this is the joy of his way, and out of the earth shall others grow.”
Job 8: 19 KJV
“The smile on your face let's me know that you need me
There's a truth in your eyes saying you'll never leave me
The touch of your hand says you'll catch me wherever I fall
You say it best, when you say nothing at all”.
When You Say Nothing At All Lyrics
The song “When You Say Nothing At All” was written by Paul Overstreet and Don Schlitz
originally for late country singer Keith Whitley. Bluegrass singer Alison Krauss covered it
for a Whitley tribute album in 1994.
When the song released as Irish singer Ronan Keating’s first solo hit, a month after he split
from Boyzone in 1999. It hit the number 1 spot in UK and stayed for 2 weeks, aided by its
use in British romantic comedy movie “Notting Hill”. To be known more for Keating’s cover
version, in popular music circles, than the true country music origins associated with
Overstreet and Schlitz. Mississippi born, Paul Overstreet was one of the most successful
songwriters in contemporary country music
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Touch in Love
11 May 2006
You’ll never know that touch
unless this hand reaches out to you
To feel your soul, to touch your heart
to place a fingerprint from within
Maybe one day, your soul will be free
free to enjoy, free to float, free to fly
Wings outstretched, drying in the sun
a butterfly emerged from a cocoon
Those colours of beauty, this place to live
across a planet, as to its third rock to endure
You’ll never know those angels
the ones who encircle your heart
Unless His hand reaches out to you
His touch all in perfect spirit
Just to know you were wanted
just to know you were as pretty
as a butterfly, a bird on the wing
God made you, his touch was your love
“Now will I sing to my wellbeloved a song of my beloved touching
his vineyard. My wellbeloved hath a vineyard in a very fruitful hill:”
Isaiah 5: 1 KJV
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Barefoot Shadows
29 April 2006
Thinking of you running barefoot
each one a passing shadow
Those eyes of beauty
how they do speak
A resting heart
a beautiful soul
sands, grasses of due
everything always
in love with you
Sweetness, sadness
bitter times and bad
This freedom, unto restless void
those things, distant mountains to seek
Happiness, happiness and more
holding hands, touching toes
Everything of your beauty to drink
God only, God only cares, cares and knows
“I know that thou canst do every thing, and that no thought can be
withholden from thee. Thou hast given him his heart’s desire,
and hast not withholden the request of his lips. Selah.”
Job 42: 2; Psalms 21: 2 KJV
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Florida Ever in Gaze
03 May 2006
If you understood the truth
of those passing shadows
Those nights alone
yet secure to walk
A feeling of day time sleep
this beauty that you behold
An essence of enlightenment
everything God gave you in kind
For where was beauty to a blue mountain range
the everglades of everything you belong
Whistling Dixie in ways of dream
a peaceful endurance to rest
Her face a smile, all of beautiful
happiness and serenity
Not to know love
but to love all the same
Florida is a Southern state in the United States of America, situated upon a large peninsula
between the Gulf of Mexico, the Atlantic Ocean, and the Straits of Florida.
“Florida” is a Spanish adjective which means “flowery.” The peninsula was discovered and
settled by Juan Ponce de León on Easter Sunday, 27 March 1513, which is known as Pascua Florida in Spanish.
Known as the Sunshine State, the highest point in Florida State is Walton Country, 32 metres
above sea level (345 feet) The county was founded in 1824 and included more than 2,900
square miles including parts of Okaloosa, Washington and Holmes counties. Euchee and
Creek Indians originally inhabited the area.
In 1808 the first non-Native American Settlers came to the area from Scotland. In 1890, the
sawmill town of Point Washington was founded marking the first economic engine in the
area—timber. The landscape is marked by 42 kilometres (26 miles) of white sandy beaches,
the Choctawhatchee Bay, many rivers and lakes and vast agricultural and timberlands.
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Dixie’s Reverie
03 May 2006
Was it the music, or door to our heart.
An understanding, an opening,
just knowing where in rhythm to start.
Could this be love, or was amour too late,
could it be beauty, the way her heart does beat.
Gentle sorrow, a Gretel to speak.
Cinderella or the Gingerbread man.
Run fast, run ever faster,
moving forth, if and only can
Just to know your hand was near, to be at your side,
if but in spirit to give. Each shadow your shade,
another way of touch the reality of tears,
sorrow to out cry.
Was there even an end to be alone, could truth win
in truth given. Jesus Christ in summation,
this enchanting elegance, of her in His way of atone
Tales like the “Gingerbread Man”, a poem of a tradition origin (perhaps of the 19th century)
and “Cinderella” (a popular classic fairy [folk] tale, which there were hundreds of versions
before modern times. The earliest said to have originated in China around 860 AD).
and “Hansel and Gretel” and a gingerbread house, a fairytale written by the Grim Brothers,
Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm during the 1800’s. Are one way in teach lessons of life, particularly
in early childhood.
As much as parables and scripture found in the Holy Bible and other religious script are said
to contain a blueprint to how a life should be lived. Yet when truth and fiction meet, it may
be the poet who sounds out such reverie of verse to real time (daydreaming,
an abstracted state of absorption)
“Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without
reflection or regard of the understanding.”
John Locke (1632-1704)
17th-century English philosopher
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Pensacola Whispers
04 May 2006
If I pause again
will you break my heart
Of those Pensacola days
and the panhandle you behold
As if your home was across a county
and a gulf breeze whispering on the wind
A voice speaking in waves of kind
the frequency attuned to your heart
No body to stand those jealous winters
for summer was your freedom to seek
As far off Alabama did wait
this road to Georgia, accounting
Eleven and ‘Ten’ to escape
Every number, a number to remember
over the silence of blood renewed
Your smile, you grace, no pause to truth
another day to dream in childhood
At 448 metres (1471 feet) long, the Pensacola Beach Gulf Fishing Pier in Florida, USA,
is the longest pier on the Gulf of Mexico. Where many kinds of marine life from dolphins,
manatees, brown and cow rays, different types of sharks, crabs. In addition, to marine birds
are found. Along with sunsets to awestruck any visitor and local alike. Or to dine on
sandwiches, hot-dogs, nachos, cold drinks, snacks. Seated at several tables shaded
with umbrellas for your comfort while you eat at the Pensacola Beach Pier diner.
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Pensacola Sands
05 May 2006
Gone but not forgotten
returned in kind
Days left over
dried pasta upon a dirty plate
Another day, a weak gone bye
where was sweet, that love to hold
Thoughts and diversions
the tide having gone out
Heaven, was that for death
tranquillity yours to share
A heart made distant to living
words exchanged upon the wind
Again, forever, nothing lost
her beauty was divinity
Perhaps there was love
to remind oneself life was alive
An hourglass, also known as a sandglass or sand timer, is a device for the measurement of
time. It consists of two glass bulbs placed one above the other which are connected by
a narrow tube. One of the bulbs is usually filled with fine sand, and when turned upright,
flows through the narrow tube into the bottom bulb at a given rate. Once all the sand has
run to the bottom bulb, the device is inverted in order to measure another time period.
Factors affecting the amount of time that the hourglass measures include: the volume of
sand, the size and angle of the bulbs, the width of the neck, and the type and quality of the
sand. Some times seen as only ornamentally, since the advent of a clock or watch, in relation
accuracy and when an approximate measurement of time is needed (for example in cooking
in a time period of only a few minutes , like cooking eggs, where a three minute timer is typical).
Pensacola and Pensacola Beach, are in Florida, USA
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Pensacola Smiles
05 May 2006
To look into your eyes
to see your smile
God made beauty
He gave you style
Sunshine
rested upon a hand
Just to escape inside your mind
after all, this was where it all began
Who said love was blind
then to her, poetry was not amour
A light of shattered dreams
daughters her own to give
Two souls upon a beach
white sands, pure to her heart
Perhaps not love, only admiration
God gave, God gives, She lives
“I have witnessed the softening of the
hardest of hearts by a simple smile.”
Goldie Hawn (1945 - )
US actress, comedienne
Pensacola and Pensacola Beach, are in Florida, USA
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Dixie at Rest
06 May 2006
To find heart, and gather soul
an understanding to endure
Her love, her empathy
the way as if virginity pure
The softness of a hand
her gentle touch
Beauty never taken
in ways for granted
The foundation of friendship
even be this new to taste
Running forth, a heart
voices calling, was it haste
Unable to see her, hidden
a cage, bars to sweet breath
Knowing her, her solemn giving
to dream a dream and be at rest
Kubla Khan, A Vision of a Dream
“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772 – 1834)
English poet, critic, and philosopher
and friend of William Wordsworth
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A Vision of Dreams
07 May 2006
Where beauty was Florida
her eyes were that of life
An happening of colour
brightness to shine
Her smile was warmth
flames to a flicker
A heart blended with kind
as if time had come too late
Some would lie, others to truth
While in God
beauty was Lauderdale
Romeo and Juliet
Gwyneth and Joseph
William and Viola
Shakespeare in love
this love of the Florida in you
Shakespeare in Love was a 1998 motion picture. In this dramatic comedy/romance, William
Shakespeare (Joseph Fiennes) is portrayed as a young, struggling playwright, plagued by
money shortages, problems with women, and writer’s block. Some of the characters and
their lines are references to lines and characters in real Shakespeare plays - implying that
these inspire the film’s Shakespeare later in life with the film’s major plot devices also taken
from the works of William Shakespeare (1564-1616 ), English poet and playwright.
The film although fictional, was based around several actual historical characters. At an
audition for a play - “Romeo and Ethel, the Pirate’s Daughter” a play the Shakespeare
character was intending to write, young William Shakespeare (Joseph Fiennes) meets up with
Viola de Lesseps (played by Gwyneth Paltrow), and promptly falls in love with her, inspiring
him to begin writing his play again.
Where in the closing stages of the movie Gwyneth Paltrow (Viola) takes the part of Juliet,
in the play by then had been renamed the true Shakespearian play, “Romeo and Juliet.
(Fort Lauderdale is in Florida, USA)
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Gwyneth
06 January 2000
She beith a vision of dreams
a bewonderment of his queen
Such beauty beyond that
of any other doormat
For she deserves the best
and a love beyond that of rest
As eyes feast upon her soul
his love in her beith whole
A beauty beyond stars in heaven
a beauty settled in eleven
One hour before midnight
her wonderment so right
Doth it has a warmth like
and the depth of a lamp strike
A light of brightness beyond desire
for this love be not that of a liar
“Where there is no vision, the people perish:
but he that keepth the law happy is he”
Proverbs 29: 18 KJV
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Greenstone of Angelina
20 May 2006
What was jade, a precious gem
a Greenstone carved in grace
Beauty to the eye, mineral to partake
waters sweet to taste, as to tingle upon a tongue
Her smile, her eyes, that grin, colours of
blue to green. An echo heard from afar
a locket, a necklace, an embrace
Amber to mercy, an Angelina to speak
God’s angel in spirit given
To rest, to sleep, her breath
upon a shoulder borne
Jadeite and Nephrite, ornamental in kind
This was jade, her wonder
her heart, an essence to find
Jade is a name given to ornamental stones that were being brought to Europe from China and
Central America. When it was not until 1863 that it was realized that the naming of “Jade”
was being applied to two different minerals, Jadeite and Nephrite. The two minerals in relation
to jade and are hard to distinguish from each other. So both are known as being Jade.
Jade is said to have a strength greater than steel and was used by many early civilizations
for axes, knives and weapons. It was only later during the 19th century that jade became a
symbolic stone used in ornaments and other religious artefacts. Jade is valued for its beauty,
its many colours and its the emerald green colour that jadeite produces so well, that is highly
sought after by artwork collectors. This emerald green jade called "Imperial Jade" is coloured
by chromium. Nephrite is usually only green and creamy white, while jadeite can have the full
range of jade's colours.
Greenstone is the name commonly used for the predominantly greenish-coloured rock from
New Zealand which the Maori (Polynesian peoples) once used as weapons and tools. They
also used greenstone for ornaments such as neck and ear pendants. New Zealand greenstone
is mainly the mineral nephrite (in the Maori language known as pounamu).
Amber is a fossil resin used for the manufacture of ornamental objects.
Although not mineralized it is considered and used as a gemstone.
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Blame it on Fear
17 April 2006
I fear you, because
you don’t respond
I fear you, because
of a broken heart
I fear your love
as if you have loved me
Then I know, this was not love
but fear, I was unable to love in kind
So much to barriers
watery graves to deepen
Time the burden transferred
to look into your eyes and know
this fear was real, in ways to communicate
For your heart was lightening
your beat a symphony
Where fear has legs and footsteps
while I am unable to step
“And he saith unto them, Why are ye fearful,
O ye of little faith? . . .”
Matthew 8: 26 KJV
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Together in Dream
17 April 2006
Of a life looking for dreams
those loved ones to hold
Not wanting to walk away from hope
Each day a summer, to content in warmth
where winter was a season unknown
This life, a truth, to and gather growing
Understood from ways inside
captured in an endless sleep
Not wanting to awake,
only in this heart to keep
This sweet hot touch
the sunshine of a soul inside
Where everything was spring
no autumn or fall
Living a life alone
“If there were no words. No way to speak
I would still hear you. If there were no tears
No way to feel inside. I'd still feel for you
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart until the end of time
‘Cause all I need is you, my Valentine
You're all I need, my love, my Valentine”
Lyrics Martina McBride: Valentine
Album: Evolution - 1997
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Sand the Soul
19 May 2006
Was sand the soul
or a kingdom to a dawn
This new day in hope
living in ages to come
More than seventeen
a song once heard on high
Just to savour a moment
and think of love
Distance counts, pain from inside
a door of knocks to endure
Each draft, another to partake
maybe tomorrow was to grow old
Not wanting to discourage
nor to take away that in pride
another step forward
another path to open on the road
“She’s more than seventeen.
she’s more than you could dare to dream.
Yeah daddy's little girl has grown up
faster than he ever could have thought.”
Lyrics: “More than Seventeen”
written by: Adrina Thorpe
USA Singer/Songwriter
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Colours of Rainbows
19 May 2006
Oh where does love go
was it found on mountain tops
or lost in the flow of a lowly stream
Another outcome left to ponder
Unable to think of tomorrow
was hope a real feeling to have
Enlightened upon her soul
made fresh as a new view of snow
Don’t they know coldness
this element of nature to thaw
How beautiful can beauty truly be
if only it was into the tranquillity
of her hazel eyes he did in colour sea
Red, gold, black and green
blue with a touch of grey
Colours of rainbows
her in a sweetness
of adoration to say
“for Dixie”
Author C. Donald Ahrens in his meteorology textbook Meteorology Today describes a rainbow
as “one of the most spectacular light shows observed on earth”. The traditional rainbow is
sunlight spread out into its spectrum of colours as seen to the eye of the observer through
water droplets (after rainfall). The “bow” part describes the fact that the rainbow is a group
of nearly circular arcs of colour all having a common centre.
A rainbow is an optical and meteorological happening that causes a nearly continuous
spectrum of light to appear in the sky when the Sun shines onto droplets of moisture in
the Earth’ atmosphere. It takes the form of a multicoloured arc, with red on the outside
and violet on the inside. Where traditionally the full sequence of colours is commonly sighted
as red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet. Sunlight is made up of the whole range
of colours that the eye cannot always detect. This range of colours, when combined,
normally looking white to the eye.
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Ontarian to Adore
19 May 2006
Was it another word to rhyme
or another left over instead
This feeling, an understanding
all upon a mind being read
Mystery eyes and a mischief smile
that love underneath
The pain of a while
Your beauty, tranquillity
your heart, soft to sweet
Everything you own
those shoes upon your feet
No other word, nothing without amour
This love, this beauty
of hazel eyes, Ontarian to adore
The Ontarian River is the term used for the pre-glacial river that began the creation of
the valley now occupied by Lake Ontario. The original flow was thought to have been
westward beginning from the present area of the Saint Lawrence River at its lowest point
in Canada to eventually join the Mississippi River drainage system in the USA. In the Ontarian
River creating part of what is known as the Canadian province of Ontario and the western
region of New York State in the United States of America.
Lake Ontario covers an area of 19,529 sq kilometres (7,540 sq miles), and is 311 kilometres
(193 miles) long and 85 kilometres (53 miles) at its greatest width, between South East
Ontario, Canada, and North West of New York state, USA. In being the smallest and lowest
of the Great Lakes. It has a surface elevation of 75 metres (246 feet) above sea level and
a maximum depth of 237 metres (778 feet).
Lake Ontario is fed by the waters of Lake Erie by way of the Niagara River; other tributaries
are the Genesee, Oswego, and Black rivers in New York and the Trent River in Ontario. The
lake is drained to the northeast by the Saint Lawrence River on a path to the Atlantic Ocean.
The chief Canadian, Ontarian lakeshore cities of Lake Ontario are Saint Catherine’s,
Hamilton, Toronto, Oshawa, and Kingston; on the south shore are Rochester and Oswego,
in the State of New York (USA).
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Meadows of Ohio
20 May 2006
As to an Ohio summer
where beauty was but one word
This word of Erika
in ways of nursing thoughts
Of beauty, of wonder
a Columbus of places been
Across a planet, made flat in task
reaching forth in kindness to endure
A vision, her smile pleasant to view
this road to a berry in fruit new
Worthington, Bexley
all value in kind
This place of Upper Arlington
and Hamilton Meadows to find
Columbus is the capital of the U.S.A. state of Ohio. It was founded in 1812 at the confluence
of the Scioto and Olentangy rivers, and was named the state capital in 1816. Named in
honour of Explorer Christopher Columbus, the capital city was founded in February, 1812,
on the “High Banks opposite Franklinton at the Forks of the Scioto (River) known as Wolf's Ridge.”
The Scioto River (pronounced sigh-OH-tuh) is a river of central and southern Ohio. It rises in
Auglaize County in west central Ohio, flows through Columbus, where it collects its largest
tributary, the Olentangy River, and meets the Ohio River at Portsmouth. Too small for modern
commercial shipping, its primary economic importance is for recreation and drinking water.
However, the river south of Columbus was part of the Ohio and Erie Canal.
The state of Ohio was part of the Northwest Territory until statehood was granted
on 01 March 1803, to become the 17th state of the United States of America.
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Other Stuff
20 May 2006
That other stuff always kills
steals us from tomorrow
Broken glass, spilt water
that bowl of cereal from last night
When was mourning
perhaps it never came
Captured and caught
entangled in rapture
What would take care of another
never time to be alone
Yet in loneliness to shatter
other stuff always to stand and wave
Breakfast at midnight, supper at noon
Where was tomorrow
that would be yesterday soon
Stuff is a group of items, matter or events (the tangible substance that goes into the
makeup of a physical object; “wheat is the stuff they use to make bread”) To stuff up
(“to make a mistake”), to have stuff [or other stuff] to do (“items or matters to take care
of , attend to, or resolve”).
Miscellaneous unspecified objects; (“the trunk was full of stuff”) Clothing (informal terms for
personal possessions). Stuff and nonsense, (senseless talk; “don’t give me that stuff”).
Unspecified qualities (“the stuff of heroes”; “having the right stuff”) Information in some form
or another; (“there's good stuff in that book”). An important or characteristic component;
(“suspense is the very stuff of narrative”)
As a verb to thrust, shove, squeeze (press or force; “Stuff money into an envelope”;
“She thrust the letter into his hand”) Choke up, block (obstruct; “My nose is all stuffed up”;
“Her arteries are blocked”). Overindulge, binge, pig out, (overeat or eat immodestly; make a
pig of oneself; “She stuffed herself at the dinner table”; “The children binged on ice-cream”)
Fill tightly with a material substance; (“stuff a pillow with feathers”; “The old lady wants to
have her dead poodle stuffed by the taxidermist”) Or in cooking (fill with a stuffing;
“Have you stuffed the turkey yet?”) and get stuffed (a slang term)
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Hi, from another Kiwi poet. Even though I am on the other side of the world in Alaska. I like your poetry and I am sure others would as well.
I would like to invite you to join the online writers group at www.thenextbigwriter.com. We are a community of published and unpublished writers who post our work on a passworded site where we read and review and finely hone our craft before we send it off for submission and hopefully publication and payment. We give each other advice, encouragement and honest, unbiased feedback. My work has improved dramatically since I joined. It is free to read and review and has a nominal fee if you decide to become a posting member. It is worth taking a look at in any case. All rights are intact as it is a site requiring registration... see the site policy.
My site name over there is xxena if you would like to take a look at my poetry. I shall certainly look for more of yours.
I just had my first piece accepted by the online magazine Events Quarterly for publication on June 1.
Cheers
Judi 
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