Category: Poetry - Angelic Gifts

Remembrance

11/11/2013

Lest we forget.

Salute the Dawn

He rises up, a dawn salute.
A flag of honour unfurls anew.
All packed up and off they tread,
Manoeuvres on this sand of dread.

Sitting in a ditch today,
holding tightly to his gun.
For a moment he drifts away,
on the sofa with his son.

Loud and crashing rings out around.
Dirt and stone shower down.
In thanks for saving his blessed soul
He's reached another daily goal.

To take each day as it comes,
Step to step he soldiers on.

Poetry - Dusk Chorus

10/23/2013

The birds sing their songs of sleep,
distance traffic's rolling beat.
A warning bark sets to flight,
all that's nearing now to night.

Slowly in the dark clouds roll,
pushing on the sprays of gold.
Drooping flowers nod to sleep
echoes of this day they keep.

A pheasant calls to birds in flight,
wishing all a warm good night.
The feather chorus stills the dusk
imparts to all an age old trust.

Nature's rhythms never still
day to day it will fulfil.
Life continues in the round,
up above and underground.

Spring is in the air !

4/26/2013

The weather has been warming slowly and the days are growing slowly longer. It fills me with great energy and delight to watch my garden burst into life each spring and it is a wonderful sight to see it bathed in warm sunshine too.

I was inspired to write the poem below one afternoon not too long ago.
I hope you enjoy it.

SPRING

The light lingers a little more

casting shadows along my door.

In morning sun the flowers shine

and strong winds move all in rhyme.

Sprouting trees reach for the sky.

Buds exploding as days go by.

Birds sit watching on my shed

dashing off for scraps of bread.

The sun it warms a little more,

my sleeping cat begins to snore.

Spring fills all with air so light

wonders and beauty fill my sight.

Lost Afternoon

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 11/04/13

Recently, I was sat one afternoon at my computer. My head was spinning with things to do but for some unfathomable reason I just couldn't seem to get my brain in gear.
Every time I would begin something my brain would go blank. I got up and made myself a cup of coffee hoping the break would jolt my brain back into working mode; but to no avail.
I gave up and left the work and decided to do something else instead.

However, that evening I sat down and decided to write a few lines about my absent brain but nothing, nada not even a word.

To clear my thoughts and mind I lit a candle and asked my angels to help me.

Here is the result.

Lost Afternoon

Today my brain has gone away.
Where did it go?
How could it stray?

I sit and think to no avail.
I hope this state does not prevail!
Not a memory, not a spark.
You must think it's such a lark.

To sit and let the day go by.
I wish I knew the reason why?
Not a word or phase to write.
Now my head is feeling light.

No splendiferous quotes today.
It's oh so dull, I must say!
Inner wisdom sets to flight.
Lexical, verbal words of blight.

Slowly on the minutes pass.
How long is this going to last?
Empty void of afternoon.
Full of dreary doom and gloom.

But not a word of any size,
Can I find behind my eyes.
How could my brain leave me so;
Now i'm feeling full of woe.

But I must try and find a way,
Hoping all is not astray.
There is a word of magic lore.
For my brain to restore.

But first the spell I need to cast
As the day moves forward fast.
A potion drank of caffeine true.
A strong and strange mighty brew

As the potion begins to play
All is not so dark and gray.
Bright and light are all around.
Hidden words are now unfound.

First a vowel takes to flight.
Then a noun, it's sheer delight.
Onward to a sentence break.
Eloquent letters begin to shake.

Now my brain has come home.
I hope it doesn't e'vr roam.
And leave me in a void so bare.
Sitting on my kitchen chair.

Why does the snow linger so?

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 27/03/13

Sitting today with a nice warm cup of tea and watching it snowing yet again,
i was guided to open my computer and write the following Poem.
Hope you enjoy it as it's very apt for the present
weather we are all experiencing. Cora x

Why does the snow linger so
blanketed all around?
Holding on its icy grip
slowly melting drip by drip.

Why does the snow linger so
frozen noses all a glow?
Children playing, days off school
running burning off their fuel.

Why does the snow linger so
where spring should now be all aglow?
We shiver and shake as chilled gusts blow
all because of spring time snow.

Little Angel

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 14/03/13

Little angel oh so small
sitting on my garden wall.
Bless my garden with love and grace,
abundant blessings on this place.

Little angel oh so still
sitting on my window sill.
Bless my room with love and grace
filled with light and your embrace.

Little angel I adore
sitting by my front door.
Bless my home with love and grace
showering all in this place.

Little angel at my head
sitting just beside my bed.
Bless my sleep with love and grace
always protected in this place.

Tree

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 01/03/13

My twisted architecture stands firm and strong
a haven for the flying throng,
lined with snow in winter deep
summer's green and autumn's heap.

A life I stand in this place,
high on a hill
the wind I embrace,
all the seasons come and go
and still I stand but also grow.

My branches stretch for the light,
my roots search deep for damp delight,
I see it all go by each day,
all busy walking far away.

My days i'll spend here on this hill
watching those who never still
but I remain in this place
watching this amusing race.

Life's Mirror

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 26/02/13

Life is such a clever game
mirrored in the mists of time,
all we need to do is sort
the tumult from the rhyme.

Softly onward we must tread
along our path of light inclined,
until we stumble to the end
knarled and beaten fast and bled.

Then looking on with eyes anew
every stumble a lesson true,
now wrapped in our soul divine
added wisdom bliss sublime.

A Hollow Heart

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 12/02/13

A heart to love encased in gold
now shrivelled tight and old
not to beat with life and love,
the story now unfolds.

It beats a life
an echo felt
within a chest so cold.
Encased within its withered shred
of hate, regret and woes

Hollowed out of love and life
empty thunders roar.
Not to live a life of love
its beating endless chore.

Snowflakes

4/15/2013

Originally posted on 24/01/13

Winter's hold is tight and cold
smothered in a blanket deep.
All around the wind does blow
Timeless shivers within me creep.

Light the snowflakes fall around
swirling softly to the ground.
Covering all with magic white
pristine shapes a brilliant sight.

Now my bones lay deep below
the upper blanket of the snow
and the peace I hear above
of softly snowflakes landing so.

© Angelic Gifts 2013