Lynn's Poems

Hello friends...Been feeling blue for quite a while since spaces has made changes, as you can see I've taken away my guestbook until I can shake this mood off me...Sorry, I don't seem to be coping too well and feel like I should write to let you know why I've gone a little quiet...I have lots of friends here on spaces and seem to be going round in circles to keep up with all their updates...From all of my friends only a handful come back to find the time to visit me and it's really getting me down...So I'm going to have some time off spaces before I do something rash and close my space completely...Please accept my appologies as some of you are really good friends and I think the world of you...As soon as I'm able I will come back and try again...Until we meet again, much love always... xxx Lynn xxx

A Blue Fairy For You 

Hello again my 'lil buds, just wanted to wish all of you a Happy New Year and lots of hugs to each...Been thinking of you and have Been enjoying having my Dad here with me, so sorry I haven't had time to wish you all a Happy New Year personaly...Had to write You another poem to get you in the party mood, hehehe...Hence...A Tiny Small Prayer...Hope you like it as it's long ,so hope you're Not drunk, lol...Will try to get to all of you soon, you've not lost me yet so you can pull those flags back in, hehehe....Much love to All of you, hope you have a really lovely year... xxx Lynn xxx

A Tiny Small Prayer

 

 

 

Twas New Years cold Eve from times of our late

The unanswered prayers laid dormant in wait

The sign in the office read ‘Urgent Prayers Prayed’

But by error up in Heaven one prayer got mislaid!

 

All prayers to be answered at once! Did go there!

Gathered by Angels with masteries in prayers

But one prayer too tiny had slipped through a gap

Then fell through the skies and it’s strength it did sap!

 

On Earth laid a blanket of  fluffy white snow

No footprints around it, as lights were down low

A crash, then a whimper, and the snow made a dip

As the little prayer landed from the Heavenly trip!

 

Up high in the Heaven the Office stopped working

No prayers to be answered as Angels were searching

A tiny prayer lost, a precious wish dashed

The Angels peered down to the Earth where it crashed!

 

The unanswered prayers scold! “Why the commotion!

This little prayer surely is not worth DEVOTION!

We’re bigger than him, yet you make us all WAIT!

Now God will be angry for receiving us so LATE!”

 

A voice boomed around them “All prayer’s judge ye not

This tiny small prayer should be least not FORGOT!

Look down on the Earth where the little prayer sleeps!”

The Angels and prayers are so perplexed they weep!

 

On the ground in the snow laid the unanswered prayer

With indentations so great where it fell through the air

Five giant letters which made the snow cease

This little prayer prayed for, the world to find PEACE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy first of December each...It's not far until Christmas and I'm acting like a 'lil child again, hehehe, or should I say ho-ho-ho...Sometimes I wonder if we're here to be tested, so I decided to do another poem for Christmas, hence...The Beggar And The Child...Hope you enjoy...Have a wonderful week my friends...Don't go into too much debt this Christmas as it's the love from the heart which really counts and I know you have plenty of that...Sweet dreams, much love and hugs always... xxx Lynn xxx

The Beggar And The Child

 

 

 

A man laid down on Christmas Eve

In a mere cardboard box for his bed

His blankets made from old newspapers

And his nose was a deep crimson red

He smiles when he thinks about a girl

Which he bumped into earlier that day

When he was out begging for his food

He listened to what she had to say!

 

"Mummy look at that beggar man!

He’s asking for coins to get his meal

Why can’t the people see him there?

I wonder if they know how hurt he feels!

Could he be a ghost from Christmas past

Or maybe just an Angel without wings?

Let us try to give him some help

As Christmas is a time for sharing things!”

 

The Mother smiles and opens her arms

Then she hugs her child with delight,

It made her stop and think to herself

She whispers, “Darling, you’re so right!”

She wishes everyone could feel the same

Then she crouches down to where he sat

She reaches for the last note in her purse

And she places it with LOVE onto his lap!

 

That very night the stranger disappears

As his work on Earth had been done

He met up with the Lord at Heaven’s Gate

And his wings and halo really shone!

He says “This time my work was GOOD

As two more mortals passed the test!

They found the time for a poor beggar man

So there's bound to be hope for all the REST!"

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks to all of my friends and family for thinking of me while I've been poorly...Bless you...Decided to do another poem after reading my Sister Nessa's poem, she's got me in the mood for Christmas, you must read hers it's absolutely wonderful, I'll put her link below...Anyway here's my Christmas poem which I've just finished, it's named...A Reason To Celebrate...Hope you enjoy...Hugs and love to all...xxx Lynn xxx

A Reason To Celebrate

 

How often have you trimmed the tree

When children are still dreaming?

And played the part of Santa Claus

Whilst all the stars are gleaming?

How many presents have you wrapped

Or stockings have you hung?

Or listened to the words of praise

From the Carols which have been sung?

 

Have you ever felt the Earth be moved

 When watching children play?

And felt so happy for the love

You’ve shared each Christmas day?

How many times have you felt anguish

For others with naught each year?

Then gone to bed with laden heart

With pillow soaked through by each tear?

 

How often have you passed someone

And wanted to give them a hug?

And thought how sad this life is now

As we cannot show all of our love?

Have you ever thanked the Lord above

For giving you food on your plate?

Lets share this time to bring back the love

Giving us reason to CELEBRATE!

  Nessa's link....http://vanessa1952lionessa5.spaces.live.com/default.aspx?mkt=en-GB&partner=Live.Spaces

Hello again friends...As most of you know I haven't had much chance to visit you due to problems with my arm...With luck it wont be much longer as I have my operation next Friday and as soon as I'm up to it I will get back to each of you...Just to let you know I'm thinking of you always...As it will soon be Remembrance Day and I felt it was an important event in our history to write you another poem...Hence...The Fallen Of War...I hope you enjoy...All the best wishes for your weekend...Take care, hugs and love always...xxx Lynn xxx 

The Fallen Of War

 

 

 

On the eleventh day of the eleventh hour and the eleventh month 1918,

The guns of the western front fell silent after more than four years.

 

 

Just two minutes of silence for Armistice Day

Bow your head in respect when ‘The Last Post’ does play

Please remember for whom they lost their lives for

Wear your Poppy with pride for ‘THE FALLEN’ of WAR!

 

Twas the year 1914 when the great war did start

Many were recruited with much pain in their heart

They knew they were needed and the outcome was bleak

But they fought for their Country in hope for DEFEAT!

 

 Young men aged of nineteen who’s lives were cut short

The weeping of nations, the world OVERWROUGHT!

People lay dying in pools of bright red

Orphaned young children their parents laid DEAD!

 

Not many returned when FOUR years come to end

People lost kin or their neighbours or FRIENDS!

In a field which bares crosses to mark where they lay

If it wasn’t for their courage, we may not be here on this day!

 

Just two minutes of silence on  Remembrance Day

Bow your head in respect when ‘The Last Post’ does play

Please remember for whom they lost their lives for

Wear your Poppy with pride for ‘THE FALLEN’ of WAR!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Halloween Everybody...Hope all you lovely friends have a happy time this Halloween week...I've been a bit on the busy side lately due to problems with my arm, tonight I'm having a scan, would you believe it 7:00 p.m...Also 5th November having a pre op which could take up to 4 hours just to see if i'm fit enough to take an op...Then on 14th November I'm actually having the operation...Then fingers crossed I'll be on the heal, hehehe...So if I don't get chance to drop by on you to wish you all Happy Halloween I'll be thinking of you this night...The best part of Halloween to me is when the young ones knock on my door giggling and dressed for a bit of fun...A lot of people have different opinions but I personaly love it...So here's my new poem just for you...Trick Or Treat?...Hope you enjoy...Big hugs and love always... xxx Lynn xxx

Trick Or Treat?

 

 

 

This day is named Halloween where magic is a rule

Children waiting anxiously to get home after school

 They go into their bedrooms as a meek young child

Then a spell gets cast on them which makes them go all wild!

 

Little monsters everywhere, where’s the Children gone?

Ghouls and witches in their place, streets are overrun

In their arms are Pumpkin heads with eyes alight with fire

As they approach somebody’s door the Human does perspire!

 

"Trick or Treat! They cry aloud. Give us all some sweets!

We are here to have some fun and make your body creep

Boo! We dressed up just for you to make you gasp and smile

Put some candy in our bags to make our night worthwhile!”

 

Magic really does exist, it shines from children's eyes

They believe in Fairy Tales or witches in the skies

I wish I could be like a child all innocent and sweet

Then I’d join in all their fun especially TRICK OR TREAT!

 

 

 

 

  "Have A Happy Halloween Everybody!"

Hello dear friends...I'm sorry once again for leaving you again but I've been suffering with pain in my arm and didn't feel up to spaces...Had to go hospital last week and was in such a frenzy I gave myself a black eye, lol...I was in the shower and noticed some leaves from my plant on the shower floor, decided to pick them up and forgot about the bar halfway up, lol...Hit myself staight on the nose, hehehe...Hence my black eye....So I hope my black eye gives you all something to smile about, did miss you lots and hope you are all well and having A lovely week...Thank you all for being patient with me...Had lots of time to think and have decided to write a poem which is close to my heart named "Love Slept Here" Hope you enjoy...Sweet dreams always, much love and have a good night... xxx Lynn xxx

Love Slept Here

 

 

 

After the lights go out and the stars light up the sky

I question the Dear Lord why the word LOVE has to die

As each year is harder and HIS hope in humankind

Has been shattered many times and is very rare to find!

 

I remember when the BACKDOOR was an opening for all

And we could trust our neighbours whenever they would call

We’d all sit down together on a cold dark winter’s night

Sharing all our darkest woes and we prayed we’d be alright!

 

We’d weep for them and them for us if something was amiss

We’d share the contents of our food and say thank you with a KISS

The world was so much brighter and LOVE was the real KEY!

Good morn meant have a nice morning, and howdy How are thee!

 

We didn’t have much money but we were rich like KINGS!

Our homes a little tatty but was blessed like ANGELS WINGS

Our shoes were snug and comfy, no names like Nike or Air!

But most of all we slept at night feeling LOVE really SLEPT THERE!

 

So straight after the lights go out and I feel like LOVE’S gone dead

I picture family and my friends and rest my weary head

I thank the Lord for all he does and pray I can survive

As all's not lost, there's room for change and LOVE will be REVIVED!

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Autumn friends...Autumn has just begun and the garden has strange things happening in it...So I thought I'd give you my version of what's been happening in the garden while we sleep...Hence my new poem, The Autumn Fairy...Hope you enjoy... Much love always... xxx Lynn xxx

The Autumn Fairy

 

 

 

Under the moonlight the creatures all glare

At a beautiful Fairy with rich Autumn hair

She crunches the leaves under foot where she treads

As she dances and giggles at the stars overhead!

 

This beautiful creature in a dress olive green

Comes out to play when the humans do dream

With mind like a child and a voice like a harp

She skips and she sings for the creatures of dark!

 

The mesmerised Hedgehogs, a line dance do they

Kicking their heels in the cold yellow hay

Most creatures around all decide to join in

Laughing and wearing their best Autumn grins!

 

Sweet Nellie Owl gives a “Twittery twoo!”

And she opens her wings to applaud all they do

Then all of the moths with formation of wings

Glide past with valour making circles of wind!

 

Then gusts stir the leaves in the chill of the night

And the beautiful Fairy just smiles with delight

She knows the display we’ll wake up to at morn

Golden leaves at our feet as the Autumn's now born!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello friends, I hope you are having a peaceful night and getting ready for a glorious weekend, bliss...Anyway I've been deep in thought again and have been listening to the news about the milk scare in China...It's really Terrible how far people will go to save  money, poor little Angels put at risk again for greeds sake...It's not Right!...Well as usual because so much intake before lights go out I decided to do another poem...I've named it... My Calmest Shore as I'm a believer when things get too much to bare to put your worries in God's palms and let him decide how to deal with it...I hope you enjoy...Sweet dreams, love to all... xxx Lynn xxx

My Calmest Shore

 

 

 

Oh tortured soul be quiet be still

As thoughts do stir and cannot quell

Thou find the time to leadeth me

To rawest hurts from long time be

No change have I, nor strength within

Nor where the journey to begin

My loin, my cloth, my sin I bare

And give my Lord my pain to share!

 

Be kind my Lord and hear me weep

I knowest not where sheep do sleep

As my heart sleeps where wolves do gnaw

And cannot tread upon calm shores

Please lift thy palm and take my heart

And let these waters come to part

So I can rest this weary head

And go to place where Angels tread!

 

I bare my soul to thou this night

And ask forgiveness for each plight

For fools know not what they have done

The lies deception! Wars begun!

And now my tears no longer be

As my eyes plucketh and cannot see

And now I rest, no pain no more

Goodnight my Lord, my calmest shore!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello it's me I'm back again, hehehe...I've missed you lots, gonna keep my fingers crossed my modem don't pack in nor anything else goes wrong to take me off spaces...I've had lots of time on my hands and I've decided to bury unwanted ghosts of my past and start afresh...I tend to keep things that have hurt me bottled up inside like most of us do so I decided it was time for a poem...Hence She Hides (No More)...Hope you enjoy...Thank you for all your lovely messages since I've been away, don't know what I'd do without you....Seems like I have lots of groveling to do, hehehe, so I'll start with, missed you like crazy and have the most beautiful week...Much love always...Lynn xxxx

She Hides (No More)

 

 

 

In the house where she does dwell

She does her best but not too well

Her world around comes crashing down

She hides again, this broken clown!

 

She needs to let her demons go

Who hide in wait, at night they show

They use her mind just like some bait

A constitution of love and hate!

 

Oh yea, they feast upon her brain!

A crumpled mess, allowing pain

The massacre of wrongs and rights

She prays for help, the Lord now fights!

 

"Go forth my child! The Lord does cry

Dispel these demons, let them die!

Suffer not! you’ve done your best

Sleep my child, it’s time to rest!”

 

She dreams so sweet, no pain has she

She hides no more, she’s been set free

She smiles and wakes to a new dawn

Mistakes forgiven, she's now REBORN!

 

 

 

 

I wish to apologise to all of my friends here on spaces...I'm really sorry that I've neglected all of you over the past couple of months, don't know what came over me to disappear without a word but I had a lot going on inside of my head and I needed to escape for a while...Hope you forgive me for not being here for all of you, all I can say is...SORRY, I missed you all so much...I hope all of you have a wonderful weekend, much love to all...Lynn xxxx

Hello again friends, told you I'll get on your nerves now I'm cured of the dreaded writers block, tee hee...Just finished doing my Father's Day poems, so all those wonderful Dad's and children out there, these are for you with love...Hugs and big kisses to you all, from my heart to yours...Enjoy xxxx

If It Wasn’t For You

 

 

 

If it wasn’t for you Dad my time here on Earth

Would have no definition, with no will nor no worth

You planted a seed in my heart and it grew

If it wasn’t for you Dad my world would be blue!

 

If it wasn’t for you Dad I would not want to live

You gave me great valour which helped me to forgive

My words became poems and YOU made them flow

If it wasn’t for you Dad, my heart would let go!

 

If it wasn’t for you Dad my skies would fall down

As you managed to lift up my deepest dark frowns

I thank you for making this heart skip a beat

If it wasn’t for you Dad, no words could I speak!

 

 

 

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Footprints In My Heart

 

 

 

Oh, what a heart which speaks unto mine

From some special moments from way back in time

Back to the days when my footprints were small

These are some treasures of which I still recall!

 

You taught me to walk with my head held up high

And gave me broad shoulders to dry my sweet eyes

You said it’s ‘alright’ to make some mistakes

As all can be rendered, but the cradle can break!

 

These are some gifts that you gave unto me

Beautiful treasures, passed down costing FREE!

Your footprints embedded, look how they have grown

Two perfect impressions, of the best man I have known!

 

 

 

 

 

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Where have all the years gone?

 

 

Where have all the years gone?

Many have passed by

Remembering the love that you’ve given me

Dear Dad, I can’t help but cry!

 

True happiness you also gave to me

With love and friendship too

Even times when I hurt you most

You helped me to come shining through!

 

How proud I feel to have you Dad

You was sent to me from above

Happy Father’s Day with many thanks

And I also send you much LOVE!

 

 

 

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More

 

 

 

 

Define what a Dad is, then take your time

Honest and truthful may come to mind

Funny and witty, a person you adore

All I can tell you is, my Dad is more!

 

My Dad’s a rock, sturdy and bold

If I’m unhappy I have him to hold

He lifts me much higher than planes ever soar

But I still do tell you, my Dad is more!

 

Never a bad word, has he for me

He’s like the Angel, I’d like to be

A shoulder to cry on, never a bore,

Angelic and gifted, Yes! my Dad IS MORE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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 In a league of his own

 

 

 

 

My Dad is in a league of his own

Always dependable and true

Even through the darkest hour

He can pour gentle light onto YOU!

 

From the moment I set eyes on him

I knew he was special and kind

He gave my life much more purpose

Such an Angel and a rare perfect find!

 

So have a wonderful Father’s Day

You are more than a Father to me

Someone more precious than anyone

Just look you produced LITTLE ME!

 

Xx Hehehe xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

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For You Dad

 

 

 

 

 

 

For you Dad I’ll do anything

You ever ask of me

For me Dad you would do the same

With much more loyalty!

For you Dad I would rope the moon

And give it you with love

For me Dad, you would do much more

And also capture the stars from above!

For you Dad enjoy this Father’s Day

For me Dad I’m glad I have YOU

Together Dad we will conquer all

And our love will stay ever TRUE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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What can you give a Father

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What can you give a Father

Whom also is a friend

A healer and a guardian

Who’s children heart’s he mends

 

He lifts you up when it's needed

And never lets you down

His smile will shine a beam on you

That takes away all your frowns!

 

 

 

On Father’s day I send my love

And thank you for all you do

As I possess the greatest gift

Guess what, of course IT IS YOU!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good morning my lovely friends, a beautiful weekend to you all, looks like the writers block has left me so I'm gonna get on your nerves again with my poetry, hehehe...My new poem is about a young boy named Peter who was my brother's friend, hence Young Peter...It's a story with a difference...Hope you enjoy my little tale...Big huggies and much love...Lynn xxxx

Young Peter

 

 

 

I remember a friend who my brother once had

Young Peter his name was, such a quiet little lad

Roughly his age was between three years or four

He was one of the shy ones and a tad quite unsure!

 

He only conversed with my brother as such

And dined with us often but seldom ate much

But he was a good friend to my brother dear

Not leaving his side until the night time drew near!

 

We’d hear so much laughter from them during play

He’d chatter and giggle to pass time away

His words were so silent but we knew he was fun

My brother looked happy and his face really shone!

 

Young Peter alas, was a child of the unknown

He lost his true path and could not get back home

So we all played pretence we could see his small face

Then came the bad winter, he left us without trace!

 

I remember my brother cried his heart out that day

Saying Peter had died, and his soul slipped away

We mourned for young Peter as respect to our bro

And before long his memory from my brother did go!

 

From whence Peter came from is a mystery to me

But some things in life, the eyes will not see

And invisible friends have occurred more than most

Perhaps the lad Peter, was a friendly young GHOST!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello Strangers, hehehe, I've been under a lot of pressure just  lately and I seem to have developed some sort of writers block, lol...I've had a few upsets which I wont go into and I feel slightly bruised but no bones have been broken, lol...Anyway the earthquake in China has really touched my soul with great sadness...Those poor little Angels have so much pain right now and I feel ashamed of myself for letting a slight hiccup in my life get to me...All I can offer these beautiful people is my poem of how I feel inside...I've named it, Lullaby Unknown...With love to you all, will drop by soon, take care dear friends as we don't always know what we've got until it's taken from us...Lynn xxxx

Lullaby Unknown

 

 

This tune of great sorrow sometimes plays whilst I sleep

A painful lullaby, which can turn lions into sheep

This haunting little tune which resounds in my head

The notes are made from teardrops that the world has sadly shed!

 

A lamentation for our children and the blood upon our hands

This lullaby unknown stretches many desert sands

A weeping in the wilderness, the mourning calls now heard

For the people born in China needing comfort from the world!

 

As I sleep voices dormant but the tune keeps playing on

With a sound of so much sorrow like the Earth without a sun

With my head in my hands Lord, please! hear the nations cries

With a lullaby unknown and a heart that sometimes dies!

 

This tune of great sorrow sometimes plays whilst I sleep

A painful lullaby, which can turn lions into sheep

This haunting little tune which resounds in my head

The notes are made from teardrops that the world has sadly shed!

 

 

 

 

 

 Please Hear Their Cries

 

 

 

 

Hello dear friends, another week soon begins and with that another poem starts...Sometimes I think of way back when I was small and remember with great fondness an old apple tree which laid in my backyard...I used to climb into it's branches and feel protected and away from all harm...So meet...The Old Apple Tree...Have a wonderful day and build yourself beautiful memories...Much love always...Enjoy...Lynn xxxx

The Old Apple Tree

 

I remember the old tree with apples galore

Which lived in our garden right near the back door

His branches were twisty with all sorts of knots

 With fruit to feed many, from a time once forgot!

 

He looked really posh with his head in the air

And he was my friend and long hours we did share

Up high in his branches where birds sometimes flew

In a make believe kingdom where dreams did come true!

 

When needing escape from the trivia’s of school

I’d climb high in his branches and wept like a fool

I’d tell him my downfalls and he’d lend me his ear

Then he’d rock me so gently, and away went all fear!

 

The old house we lived in was too old for repair

Then an order was served, to evict us from there

In the garden of my childhood where things came to pass

Mere mortal and nature, and a fondness to last!

 

So I’ll remember the old tree with apples galore

Whom lived in our garden right near a back door

There was more to the old tree than apples or wood

His branches held comfort, and his heart had much LOVE!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good morning friends, as spaces is a bit quite I decided to do another story poem...This one is about a young tiger named John...Imagine being left on your own without a Mother just beacause of hunters taking her life for her fur...So hence meet...Little John And The Bird...Enjoy...Have a beautiful day, and may you be kept safe...Thinking of you, love, Lynn xxxx

Little John And The Bird

 

 

 

Deep inside of the forest, the creatures felt despair

The sound of gunshots echoed throughout the morning air

The time was hunting season, all the animals were forlorn

Accept for one young tiger, as his little heart was torn!

 

 The men that held the boom machine were getting really near

Yet little John the tiger, had not the time to fear

He watched his Mama weeks ago when hunting for her pray

She lay inside a pool so red, these words he heard her say!

 

“Dear Lord please watch my little John, make his spirit strong

Please be there to comfort him, and may his days be long

Although I’m dying needlessly to make someone’s attire

They know not what just what they do.” Her breath then does expire!

 

The ground did shake the birds awake, a scurrying of wings

A flocking of the fearful kind, a sound of shrills do spring

Upon the floor the feathers fell, no chorus had these birds

Yet still John lay in wait alone, no roar from him was heard!

 

A little breeze of tiny wings landed by John’s side

This baby bird with eyes of tears, then onto John she flied

“Please don’t eat me Master John, my Mamma I can’t find.”

Upon the ground some feathers lay, John roared at humankind!

 

She spread her wings to cover eyes, something was then amiss

She felt much fear as John drew near, upon her head he kissed

A man approaches with his gun, with pound signs in his eyes

A trophy for him so he thought! the little bird then sighs!

 

John leapt to save this tiny bird, his roar was ever bold

He killed the gunman with one swipe, his temper now gone cold

He lifted her onto his back, then told her not to fear

As in his heart this bird now lay, he then shed one small tear!

 

Inside of the deep forest, where darkness once did live

Two friends hearts shine so brightly, now both do now forgive

There Mama's watched them with much joy, from way up high above

As now deep inside this forest, two friends do share much love!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good morning friends, thank you for all the kindness you have shown...As you all know, I really like telling stories about Angels...This morning I needed to help cover child abuse, so I wrote a poem of which I've named...Young Matilda...I really hope you enjoy...Much love to where you are...You are never far from my heart...Lynn xxxx

Young Matilda

 

 

Up high in the mountains, where not many go

lives a beautiful Angel who dances on snow

Her hair is like starlight tousled with wind

With a face so Angelic, she makes nature sing!

 

She dances for freedom of all the Earth’s woes

A Mother by instinct where harmony grows

Once known as Matilda, a child with a past

And yet she still dances on sheets of white glass!

 

Her story unfolds now, once born of abuse

A buried dark secret which striven for truth

Taunted by parents, neglected from birth

Poor young Matilda, stood no chance on Earth!

 

Young Sisters and Brothers, of which she did care

So she taken her beatings with silence and prayer

A heart of such courage, and also much pain

As night time approaches in her bed did she lain!

 

A shout of great torment awoke her from dream

The room red with furnace, and her kin they did scream!

Her parents in stupor from Alcohol fumes

She rushed to the aid of, her families bedrooms!

 

Her Sisters and Brothers now safe and secure

Yet sweet young Matilda, went back through the door

Heroic this Angel, for her parents she tried

Alas the red furnace, erupts then they died!

 

Two graves for her parents, and peace for the rest

No Heaven for them though, in the Hells do they fest

Her Sisters and Brothers were taken in care

Until a young couple, their lives did they spare!

 

Young sweet Matilda, now in a grave by a hill

She roams where she pleases, to a land of tranquil.

So up high in the mountains, in a land of pure white

This beautiful Angel, sings and dances EACH NIGHT!

 

 

 

 

Hello friends...Today I want to dedicate a poem for my Husband... He runs a space to try to find a little Angel who's been missing for a year today, Madeleine McCann...He spends many hours doing things to try to find her...Thursday night he was up until 3 in the morning making ribbons and cards for his space friends to put in her homeplace in Rothley, Leicestershire...At 5am and with just two hours sleep he took all the gifts to Rothley so she would be remembered...All of his friends on his space can only be a friend if they display her poster...I actually nominated him to The Hall Of Fame Award without his knowledge,hehehe, alas he wasn't chosen...So instead I have done a poem for him, I've named it...My Hall Of Fame Award...Hope you enjoy...Much love...Lynn xxxx

My Hall Of Fame Award

 

 

 

The Hall Of Fame missed out one heart

Who is my Husband, my better half

If only they knew, this special man

Who runs his space to find Madeleine McCann!

 

This little Angel who got taken away

He’ll keep on searching for her everyday

He talks about her most of the time

And sheds many tears, with the hope she is fine!

 

One small nomination, to them I did send

In recognition of this wonderful friend

Not many know of his hours and time

And his sheer dedication, in the hope she is fine!

 

And now I would like to award him this one

The address is http://madeleinemccann.spaces.live.com/

He’ll be embarrassed but I don’t care

As all he wants for this Angel, is a little prayer!

 

So dear Hall Of Fame I think you have lost

A perfect dear person who does things, NO COST!

So the award from my heart is for Madeleine McCann

And the person who runs it, that’s a real special MAN!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morning friends, I've decided to write another new poem which really broke my heart to do...Quite a few years ago I had to Mother three newborn squirrels who was half the size of my thumb and without fur...These little boys gave me the happiest three months of my life... I never knew how beautiful Squirrels were... I named them, Scratch, Basil and Dillon...Anyway I won't say no more, feel free to read my poem...I've named it, The Prayer...I hope you enjoy, much love all...Lynn xxxx

The Prayer

 

 

In the garden of my home, many creatures lay

Hedgehogs frolic aimlessly, for food throughout the day

Pigeons pecking nuts galore, my days were filled for free

But never did the furry tails come here to entertain me!

 

A phone call of great urgency, altered course one day

Three little chaps were left alone, their Mama ran away

Less than just a day year old and dying from the cold

I tried to help them in this world, their story now unfolds!

 

Three tiny forms without no hope, just rodents I was told!

No one would help these baby boys, no Mama there to hold

Decision time before too late, I surfed upon the net

My heart did pound but I had to act, no time for me to fret!

 

Three months passed by very fast, then came the dreaded flu

My little boys named Basil and Scratch, died without a clue

The smallest boy I named Dillon, fought and done his best

Not long before I set him free, his little heart arrests!

 

I wept many tears that day, I thought my world would end

As now my boys were took away, I lost my only friends

I buried them and said a prayer “Please Lord show me a sign

My baby boys are now alright, and are they doing fine?”

 

I swear to you I tell no lies, straight after saying prayer

A squirrel scurried up the tree and proudly sat up there

I thought I had gone quite insane, but on that following morn

Three baby boys were frolicking, outside upon my lawn!

 

Now in the garden of my home, many creatures lay

Hedgehogs, pigeons and the ones, that visit me each day

Fluffy tails angelic forms, I now know prayers get heard

For in the garden of my home, lives stength without a WORD!

 

 

 

 

Dillon... One Of My Baby Boys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hello everyone...A few months ago I was looking on google for true Angel stories...One story stayed with me so I decided to write a poem based on what I read...I hope you enjoy it...I've named it The Miracle...Much love and have a wonderful week...Lynn xxxx

The Miracle

 

 

 

Whilst I was slowly passing a playground one day

I noticed with amusement little children having play

 A little girl was sitting on a bench so awkwardly

And then I saw upon her back, this slight deformity!

 

Her eyes had not much sparkle, many passed her by

I turned to leave silently then she began to cry

These words I heard her saying, muffled by her tears

“Please kind lady can you stay, come sit and join me here!

 

I know that I am different, with errors on my back

But deep inside I’m like most kids yet company I lack

Could you tell me honestly why God made me this way

If you answer with your heart, then I will go away!”

 

I sat and thought a moment, and then began to pray

“Please dear Lord help me, to give her truth today.”

Then these words left my lips "You are made with love

Your beauty shines from within, just like a tiny Dove!”

 

She smiled and said “Thank you, now I am going to go

You are very special, and the good Lord loves you so

I was sent here for you, to see if your heart sings.”

And then her hump upon her back, unfolded into wings!

 

She flew right up to Heaven with wings so strong with worth

Her errors were not any, but different here on Earth

No wonder no-one saw her, this Angel was just mine

My miracle from above has made my heart now SHINE!

 

 

 

 

I was lost but now I'm found

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

Hello again... Do you ever think back to when your children was small, I seem to drift off to the time of my happier moments quite often...Hence my new poem, When You Was Small...I hope you enjoy it, much love again...Lynn xxxx

When You Was Small

 

 

 

A silent word without no speech

A hug to go where clouds can’t reach

A little hope without much chance

A shelter where just you can dance

The biggest memory that I  recall

Is of the days when you was small!

 

Inside my womb I felt you grow

A miracle with time did show

This movement underneath my skin

And then this yearning spread within

It wont be long just wait and see

For the tiny Angel inside of me!

 

Alarm bells rang the time was near

Although expected, I shook with fear

Perhaps I’m not quite ready yet

PUSH! She yelled, my forehead’s WET!

And then a sound of whimpering

Placed into my arms a splendorous thing!

 

Two eyes, one mouth a pretty nose

A smile to die for, without clothes!

This miniature version of my kin

The greatest feeling felt within

So the very best memory that I recall

Was the day we met, When You Was Small!

Hello friends, today I'm in the mood to add another poem I've just finished doing...I would like to thank all of my friends for making my life complete, bless you all...Thanks for all your messages and faith in my poetry, you are so kind...Here is a poem just for you, I've named it, They Walk Amongst Us, Enjoy...Love always...Lynn xxxx

They Walk Amongst Us

 

 

 

  They walk amongst us look and see

Through walks of life they’re there for thee

Their wings unseen but they’re still there

Forsaking not as they answer prayers!

 

They tiptoe gently through our lives

To intervene our darkest skies

A friendly smile, a face you know

If you look closely you’ll see them glow!

 

They come to you in different forms

Your mentors from the day you’re born

They leave a trail for you to follow

  To protect you from the pain and sorrow!

 

They walk amongst us constantly

With pride, and give their love for free!

Warmth and beauty, they each send

And I cherish you all, my special Friends!