GoofyLady's blog: "Poems"

A Child's Angel Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day he asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless? Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She will be waiting for You and will take care of you. But tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile, that's enough for me to be happy. Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you every day. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy. And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language that men talk? Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak. And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you? Your angel will place your hands together and will teach you how to pray. I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me? Your angel will defend you even if it means risking its life. But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore. Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me, even though I will always be next to you. At that moment there was much peace in Heaven, but voices from earth could already be heard, and the child in a hurry asked softly: Oh God, if I am about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name Your angel's name is of no importance, you will call your angel: Mommy

I am a tiny angel I'm smaller than your thumb: I live in people's pockets That's where I have my fun. I don't suppose you've seen me, I'm too tiny to detect: Though I'm with you all the time, I doubt we've ever met. Before I was an Angel... I was a fairy in a flower: God, Himself, hand-picked me, And gave me Angel power. Now God has many Angels That He trains in Angel pools: We become His eyes, and ears, and hands We become His special tools. And because God is so busy, With way too much to do; He said that my assignment is to Keep close watch on you. Then He tucked me in your Pocket, Blessing you with Angel care; Saying I must never leave you, And I vowed to stay right there.

I believe in miracle and dreams that can come true. I believe in tender moments, and friendships through and through. I believe in star dust and moon beams all a glow. I believe there is magic , more than we really know. I believe in reaching out and touching from the heart I believe that if we touch, a gift we can impart. I believe that if you cry, your tears are not in vain I believe that when you're sad or lonely, others know your pain. I believe that when we laugh, a sparkle starts to shine And I know that sparkle will spread from more hearts than just mine.

If The Past Year Were Offered Me Again by Augusta, Lady Gregory (1852 - 1932) If the past year were offered me again, And choice of good and ill before me set Would I accept the pleasure with the pain Or dare to wish that we had never met? Ah! could I bear those happy hours to miss When love began, unthought of and unspoke That summer day when by a sudden kiss We knew each other's secret and awoke? Ah no! not even to escape the pain, Debate and anguish that I underwent Flying from thee and my own self in vain With trouble wasted, till my strength all spent I knew at last that thou or love or fate Had conquered and repentance was too late.

I am surprised with life. Surprised by a morning sun that leaps into the sky from the mountains darker side. Surprised by unbidden thoughts that burst with brightness into a Mind I call my own. Surprised by universal rhyme, a circled rise and fall with time; rhythm energies that bend in time to rise and fall again. Surprised to see in you and me, this endless flowing energy; in cycle motion, encircled time, and endless curving curved line. For in the end there is no end, we rise and fall then RISE AGAIN, WITH CHANGING FORM but dying never, life goes on ... AND ON ... forever I am surprised!

Stephen Foster Beautiful Dreamer Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee; Sounds of the rude world heard in the day, Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away! Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song, List while I woo thee with soft melody; Gone are the cares of life's busy throng. Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me! Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea, Mermaids are chaunting the wild lorelie; Over the streamlet vapors are borne, Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn. Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart, E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea; Then will all clouds of sorrow depart, Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

Edmund Spenser [One day I wrote her name upon the sand] One day I wrote her name upon the sand, But came the waves and washed it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay A mortal thing so to immortalize! For I myself shall like to this decay, And eek my name be wiped out likewise. Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise To die in dust, but you shall live by fame: My verse your virtues rare shall eternize, And in the heavens write your glorious name; Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue, Our love shall live, and later life renew.

The Parting by Michael Drayton (1563-1631) Since there's not help, come let us kiss and part; Nay, I am done, you get no more of me; And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free; Shake hands for ever, cancel all our vows, And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we, one jot of former love retain. Now, at the last gasp of love's latest breath, When his pulse failing, passion speechless lies, When faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And innocence is closing up his eyes, Now, if thou woulds't, when all have given him over, From death to life Thou might'st him yet recover.

The Hour Has Come to Part! by Augusta, Lady Gregory (1852 - 1932) The hour has come to part! and it is best The severing stroke should fall in one short day Rather than fitful fever spoil my rest, Watching each gradual sign of love's decay. Go forth dear! thou hast much to do on earth; In life's campaign there waits thee a great part - Much to be won and conquered of more worth Than this poor victory of a woman's heart For me, the light is dimmed, the dream has past - I seek not gladness, yet may find content Fulfilling each small duty, reach at last Some goal of peace before my youth is spent. But come whatever may, come weal or woe I love thee, bless thee where so e'er thou go!

The Appeal by Sir Thomas Wyatt (1503 - 1542) And wilt thou leave me thus! Say nay, say nay, for shame! --To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame. And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath loved thee so long In wealth and woe among: And is thy heart so strong As for to leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, That hath given thee my heart Never for to depart Neither for pain nor smart: And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay! And wilt thou leave me thus, And have no more pitye Of him that loveth thee? Alas, thy cruelty! And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay! say nay!