Poetry
The Music Of The Ocean
The infinite ocean reaching far and wide,
Seemingly secured by the horizontal sky,
Music drifting yonder to each and every side,
To the dancing melody of the oceanic tide.
Savor of the briny sea breeze.
Releases its flavor for all to please,
Shoals of dancing fishes in perfect encore,
On the ocean floor, swimming along the shore.
Mounting forces of splashing waves all airborne!
Claiming rulership within its home zone,
Weeds of greenish brown bouncing about and within;
Scattering on the sand, the cool liquid mineral brings.
Slapping water so deep, rock in motion of intensity,
Comforting sand, all laid to release its soothing energy,
And, as the sun dims its daily source of natural chemistry,
The night's silence reveals the task of the sea in harmony.
A meeting place for lovers walking in the sand,
A privilege from the ocean brought to everyone,
Whether a wanderer, or a salor with whatever stands,
The music of the ocean, its melody sings a special song.
Author: Marjorie E. Edwards-Forrester
Created: August 29, 2011
Babies
Babies, they are wonderful,
Precious in every way and beautiful,
That smile to say, "Welcome you!"
Or a frown to say, "Back off boo!"
They are the most adorable, ever,
Oh! so cute, sweet clean and clever,
All ready with their hearts to deliver,
Sentiments to each of their receiver.
We look at them;
And the joy it brings,
Perfect creation of God's blessed gift,
Such cuddles of love encourage a drift.
I was blessed with mine;
And still enjoy others everytime.
So refreshing, innocent, pure and kind,
It's exhilarating; the're always on my mind.
At times from them, a welcoming note,
A mind with priveledge to roam about.
What would a home do without a child,
And parents to guard them from running wild.
Author: Marjorie E. Edwards-Forrester
Created: 4. 2. 2011
Never Left Without
I'm never left without,
A thought to write about,
When the stanzas are reviewed
Another limerick starts anew.
I may have surprised your interest,
When you questioned, "How do I behold?'
But just lijke you, I'm very well blessed,
With the messages sent me from my soul.
When I received, I have to give,
Be very keen on how to deliver,
In order to portray the image,
Associated with the message.
I dwell not on things that make me sad,
Wholesomely, my mind has to be all clear,
With a mission to inspire all to be glad
From the messages impressively shared.
My desire is to acclaim the smallest of things to God in praise,
Through the devine power of our gifted intellect,
And hoping, that nothing will ever be erased,
From the selections sent for me all to illustrate.
How much do I appreciate life's beauty,
Makes me resonate in ode of gratifying duty,
From the thoughts, I am never left without,
When always there is a topic to write about.
Author: Marjorie E. Edwards-Forrester
Created: 2. 22. 2011
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