Winners take time to relish their work, knowing that scaling the mountain is what makes the view from the top so exhilarating. Valpaarai by Fountain Head
As I rise And see the MIRACULOUS BEAUTY, Of the the beaming sun, Come up into the skys. The moment is so incredible There are no words to describe it, The awesome way I feel, It’s like time, Just for a moment, Was perfectly still.
GOD made so many perfect creations Like the stars, Placed just right, And they glitter with such BEAUTY, Every single night.
Then the MOON It’s in its special place, With just a hint of light, So romantic and bright.
Im a 61 year old GRANDMA of soon to be 11 grand children. I have two children. Ive been writing since the age of 14. One waspublished in COLONY,TX newspaper1982. I had a poem call ed LIFE published in poetry anology book of butterflies 2011. I write poems to give as gifts. I believe GOD gave me the gift of writing,singing. I sent a manuscript to TATE PUBLISHING. should be published in three months. My thirteen year old grand daughter. KATHLYN BADGET. Gave me the encouragement to write the book. That's titled GODS PATHWAYS THROUGH LIFE.
My innocent little sister In your eyes You see me as a guardian Shining bright with a halo over my head Wings as pure as jade A mountain that doesn’t move Even when the earth shakes When the thunder strikes
I was scrolling through a few of the #MeToo posts on my timeline, when, I thought I’d bring a few questions clawing my mind, to the society’s attention – How could you throw the unassuming girl child to the ants,
The shrine of Madonna stood tall, The high king’s rapier fell down, not anymore was he the young prince, for he was devoid of all feelings. The shrine of Madonna stood strong, The high king’s blood washed the ivory pedestal,
A misbelief breaks into rags. Still I dream of some gods on black pages piecing together the words of light. The rains come in the cage of tears, voicelessly. Striated muscles of splintered faith go to cramps birthing the avatar