Monday, April 15, 2013
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“Heaven’s Door”
“Heaven’s Door”
By Anglia Emmendorfer
As I hear the knock
Thoughts of dream scrapes
Scan the mind
Tempered breezes,
Guided sails,
Blue powdered skies,
Shifting winds,
Turquoise wetness,
Tell tales fluttering,
Telling the tales
Dancing with each
Direction our minds
flow
Vibrations touch the
cords
With shouts of ready
about,
Touching the door
Ready.
Hard a lee
Push the tiller;
breathe
Ninety degrees
starboard side; steady
Boom port…jib sheeted
Open the door quickly
Changing sides hold
steady.
Weather eye spanning
Tears in the eyes
Making room for all.
Hope in stride and held
steady
No coincidence
Only complete, concise
and coherent
Honesty.
Acceptance in its
purest form,
Affirmation smiles
gleaming,
Trembling from the
touch,
Each God granted
moment.
Flowing winds of
thoughts
Throughout the night.
Leads to all new found
hope.
Generous helpings of
love
With our roses given
always;
Not your first but your
last.
“Breathe”
By
Anglia Emmendorfer
Accept
the difference
Love
the heart mind and soul.
Take
my hand
Look
into my eyes
Sink
so deep into me
To my
soul.
Slow
dance with me.
The
heaviness is due
Our
souls’ cadence in dance.
We
hold each other so close
Melts
the messenger of time.
Nothing
matters
Nothing
counts
But our soul’s journey
On
the slow dance of life.
To
hear you breathe.
To
feel your heartbeat
Like
a cello in the dark
Playing
the notes to move as air.
Shifts
our bodies close freedom
In
flight we soar in our dance.
There
is no you and no I;
Simply
two souls dancing in the night.
The
vortex will eat you alive
It
suffocates us and holds us hostage;
Never
free to live and see life as it really is.
It grays
our world and pollutes our minds.
Not
until you brush the dust off of expectations of others
Can
you live freely.
It
takes conscious effort to feel this way
It
allows your minds to see things differently.
You
discover the feelings you used to have long ago.
Free
as a bird in flight
Don't
ever allow anyone to still your soul;
"A SERMON"
"A SERMON"
by Angie Emmendorfer
To see a sermon than hear one any
day.
In our speech, some speak before they think In our actions, some act before they think. To lend a hand without being asked to, To share a shoulder just to be there, To shout praise for little acts of courage, bravery and fortitude, To open our hearts and eyes to those in need, To listen without judgment, To say thank you with the feeling in the eyes, To give a smile to someone just for their present, To see all acts of heartfelt kindness in the making, To do the right thing for the right reasons, The sermons that we see are more than mere words. Sermons are our acts on display. Copyrighted@Anglia0730 |
2012 Won International Who’s Who Poetry Award and will be in
the Library of Congress in a few months. ISBN: 978-1-61936-065
“Our Motherland”
By Anglia
Emmendorfer
As
I See The Ocean and Cliffs So Green
The
Motherland Is Calling My Name.
To
A Land That I So Proudly Proclaim
Rich
In Heritage,
Draped
In Mother Earth's finest,
Visits
Our Life Every St Patrick's Day!
St Patrick's Day
is so near,
But oh so far
away.
From my
Motherland
All in awe at
the St Patrick's Day upon us;
Seeing all that
Green covering our rich Motherland
Yet, in awe,
All the Green
Draped on Irish
and Non-Irish
Smile for Me!
If you have not figured it out yet….the “Motherland”
is Ireland 1st and US 2nd, since we all were immigrates
at one time or another from one country or another with exception to the Native
Americans already here.
Now, today the US is our 1st and Ireland
2nd but she still shouts our names.
From Your Irish Ladie With Irish Eyes
Smiling Upon You…Thank You Father and Grandfather(Father’s Father), Your Native
American With Blessings From My Grandmother (Mom’s Mother) and Your Scot…Thank
you Grandfather (Mom’s Father).
“Paradise”
“Paradise”
By Anglia Emmendorfer
By Anglia Emmendorfer
Time ticking
Mother Nature not being kind.
Then you touched me
From a thousands of miles away.
You’ve got me flying
I can’t come down.
We meet
We can make it for life
We are flying
I can’t come down.
Has anyone ever told you
There is nothing I can’t do if I had you?
Not that I can remember
Flying so high
I can’t come down
The kiss sweeter than nectar
From a honeysuckle tree
We were like two magnets
That came into polar perimeter
We are flying
I can’t come down.
Needed to find someone who needs me
As much as I need them
In flight
I tried but
I can’t come down
The look into my eyes
Let’s me know
You love me.
“Salutations at Nature's Door”
“Salutations at
Nature's Door”
By Anglia Emmendorfer
Beauty felt through
another's eyes
Yearn to share through nature's door.
Solitude fills the air while nature's
raptures grace the soul,
Unbounded melody of sounds,
Endless fragrances pure in the mountain aura,
Cleanses the palate with each breathe taken.
The campfire glows and pine smells
Lead the song of laughter.
Unkempt bandits creep in the night
To rob leftovers from the nightly meals.
Sense nature's glorious graces held near the
heart and cherished by the soul.
Standing ovation from those you have touched.
Copyrighted@Anglia0730
Yearn to share through nature's door.
Solitude fills the air while nature's
raptures grace the soul,
Unbounded melody of sounds,
Endless fragrances pure in the mountain aura,
Cleanses the palate with each breathe taken.
The campfire glows and pine smells
Lead the song of laughter.
Unkempt bandits creep in the night
To rob leftovers from the nightly meals.
Sense nature's glorious graces held near the
heart and cherished by the soul.
Standing ovation from those you have touched.
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