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.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
Beautiful God, so beautiful in truth and glory Wonderful God, so wonderful and so holy Awesome God, awesome to me of all the universe God reigns in power and dignity Ruling in love and in His mercy Leading the way
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
The moon awaits eagerly in the same pedestal it ignited my passion. What lips, my lips have kissed, are long forgotten. The memories easily quickened as a few puddles along the way I voluntarily stepped in. What arms have lain