Tuesday, October 28th, 2008
wind whisper me
rain tears me
nobody can understand me
2008 nikky chan
as u touch my heart
we belong together
can they stop us?
2008 Nikky-chan
John O’Reilly was quite a man
now gone too soon from this earth.
He came to us from over the see
from Scotland, the land of his birth.
He lived, he loved, and oh, how he laughed
with Helen, the lass that he loved.
While she’s yet here, to care for their kin,
he’ll watch over her from above.
John O’Reilly, he lived and he loved,
and yes, he’s laughing still.
He laughed at life, and laughs at death
and he’s hoping that you too will.
Helen with weans at her knee
spins tales of Scotland and John.
She’ll share his love with all of them
now she’s left to carry on.
Helen will hug and kiss the weans
to remind them of Grandpa John’s love.
And in the quiet, she’s sure she hears
John laughing aloud from above.
John’s love still lives in Helen, his lass.
She can hear this all in his laughter.
And one day, when the time is right,
she’ll meet with him in the hereafter.
One day our weans will tell a story to theirs
of laughter they heard on the wind.
And they were sure it had to be
John O. and his Helen, his love, and his friend.
by
Kimber Barrow
Steady as the sands of time, descending grain by grain
High as the skies above, that bring the summer rain
Many as the twinkling stars, scattered across the night
Hotter than the scorching sun which burns by day so brightTender as a lover’s touch with passion at its peak
More helpless than a newborn baby as it is so weak
Lovely as the gentle bird singing loves sweet song
Longer than the end of time and then go twice as long
Sweeter than honey ever made by any bee
Stronger than the largest mighty oak tree
Lonely as the worlds last man, because we are apart
Deeper than the deepest hole, the hole that’s in my heart
My love for you is all these things and more than I can say
My love for you is all I have to get me through each day
2008 Sharon Bailey
Soft lips
on softer skin
Brushing lightly
over pebbled nipples
Whiskered face
scratching tender spots
Lips on lips
juices flowing
licking
sucking
world exploding
2008 Kimber Dawn
What is love, but an emotion,
so strong and, so pure.
That nurtured and shared with another.
All tests it will endure?
What is love, but a force
to bring the mighty low
with the strength to shame the mountains
and halt time a ceaseless flow?
What is love, but a triumph
a glorious goal attained.
The union of two souls. Two hearts
a bond the angels have ordained?
What is love, but a champion
to cast the tyrant from his throne
and raise the flag of truth and peace
and fear, of death overthrown?
What is love, but a beacon
to guide the wayward heart
a blazing light upon the shoals
that dash cherished dreams apart?
And what is love, but forever
eternal and sincere.
A flame that through wax and wane
will out live life’s brief years?
So I will tell it on the mountaintops,
In all places high and low,
That love, for you is my reason to
be and will never break or bow.
2008By: Sharon Bailey