katie-lindsey - Hello Poetry

I have always categorized my life and my memories into the seasons. *Remember that one summer when... Remember that winter we… I'll never forget that Spring when you…* But what about the in-between? Those few days where you find yourself treading on the green-gold line? Those are the very best.

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Oct 1, 2015

Oct 1, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC

The green gold memories

I have always categorized my life and my memories into the seasons. *Remember that one summer when... Remember that winter we… I'll never forget that Spring when you…* But what about the in-between? Those few days where you find yourself treading on the green-gold line? Those are the very best.

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The surface of the water Where the cool meets the air A place that if left untouched Will remain magical, still and calm Moving in only such a way To bring more calmness and more stillness to the chaos that is. The tops of the trees Swaying independently, tell us all to admire them To watch them, They can teach us a lot. The eagle Who soars Without fear of falling, Reminds us of how we should be: Cool and still like the water, grounded like the trees he looks down upon, And most importantly, free.

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Oct 7, 2014

Oct 7, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC

Blood Moon

The surface of the water Where the cool meets the air A place that if left untouched Will remain magical, still and calm Moving in only such a way To bring more calmness and more stillness to the chaos that is. The tops of the trees Swaying independently, tell us all to admire them To watch them, They can teach us a lot. The eagle Who soars Without fear of falling, Reminds us of how we should be: Cool and still like the water, grounded like the trees he looks down upon, And most importantly, free.

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The air is thick. Thick with divine love.

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Dec 21, 2013

Dec 21, 2013 at 7:37 PM UTC

How I Know my Guardian Angel is Here Right Now.

The air is thick. Thick with divine love.

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Tonight is deep, dark, and long. Yet tonight is bright. I feel merry with light. light is everywhere around me. It is inside of me. Tears of joy run down my winter checks as I feel blessed with a love. A love that will never fray nor tarnish, wither nor tear. A surrounding love is all around me, I felt it come in, and it is here to stay.

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Dec 21, 2013

Dec 21, 2013 at 7:33 PM UTC

Winter Solstice

Tonight is deep, dark, and long. Yet tonight is bright. I feel merry with light. light is everywhere around me. It is inside of me. Tears of joy run down my winter checks as I feel blessed with a love. A love that will never fray nor tarnish, wither nor tear. A surrounding love is all around me, I felt it come in, and it is here to stay.

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The Leaves of Autumn in New England do not want to leave. like desperate fools still in love, they pull out all the old tricks in the bag. They dress themselves up in eye catching colors and hues; demanding admiration from anyone who walks on by. Up high, they sway confidently and independently, as if to say, "nothing can bring me down." And even when they do come down, they come down delicately; Begging to be picked up and admired, for one last time.

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Oct 10, 2013

Oct 10, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC

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The Leaves of Autumn in New England do not want to leave. like desperate fools still in love, they pull out all the old tricks in the bag. They dress themselves up in eye catching colors and hues; demanding admiration from anyone who walks on by. Up high, they sway confidently and independently, as if to say, "nothing can bring me down." And even when they do come down, they come down delicately; Begging to be picked up and admired, for one last time.

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The High Priestess she tells me all I need to know She speaks to me in my dreams in symbols in colors She is high above the restlessness within me the blocked chakras that need breathing She is high above yet not too far away She watches me She reassures me The High Priestess She tells me all that I need to know She enters me at times of struggle She over comes it not through hostility through acceptance She lavishes in it she sees the lighter side of the human spirit and she laughs she is spirit she is my spirit she is I I am The High Priestess. I am.

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Apr 27, 2013

Apr 27, 2013 at 6:58 PM UTC

The High Priestess

The High Priestess she tells me all I need to know She speaks to me in my dreams in symbols in colors She is high above the restlessness within me the blocked chakras that need breathing She is high above yet not too far away She watches me She reassures me The High Priestess She tells me all that I need to know She enters me at times of struggle She over comes it not through hostility through acceptance She lavishes in it she sees the lighter side of the human spirit and she laughs she is spirit she is my spirit she is I I am The High Priestess. I am.

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you shall be the one. you shall be the one I see when I look into the mirror you shall be the one that makes me life much clearer Come nearer, so you can teach me all there is to know. Friend or foe, Lover, take my hand lets go.

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Feb 15, 2013

Feb 15, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC

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you shall be the one. you shall be the one I see when I look into the mirror you shall be the one that makes me life much clearer Come nearer, so you can teach me all there is to know. Friend or foe, Lover, take my hand lets go.

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Many people do not notice the sparkle that still remains in the once white, now gray snow that rests along the sides of the busy streets of our lives. Tonight, while at a red light, I saw this sparkle. It caught my eye. it melted my heart, the light turned green, And I went. Go forward but do not hesitant to stop and notice the sparkle that is ever present even in the midst of polluted snow. Go now.

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Feb 15, 2013

Feb 15, 2013 at 10:47 PM UTC

Sparkle

Many people do not notice the sparkle that still remains in the once white, now gray snow that rests along the sides of the busy streets of our lives. Tonight, while at a red light, I saw this sparkle. It caught my eye. it melted my heart, the light turned green, And I went. Go forward but do not hesitant to stop and notice the sparkle that is ever present even in the midst of polluted snow. Go now.

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A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the green grass to grow through Underneath a brilliant blue. A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the once lively leaves to settle in the cracks Beneath the old baring trees A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the snow to cover Like the ever standing presence of an old lover. A stone wall is kind if the country Allowing for the falling of the rain Welcoming everything, even the pain. A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the sun to once again come on through Underneath a brilliant blue.

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Nov 25, 2012

Nov 25, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC

Thanks Be Given

A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the green grass to grow through Underneath a brilliant blue. A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the once lively leaves to settle in the cracks Beneath the old baring trees A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the snow to cover Like the ever standing presence of an old lover. A stone wall is kind if the country Allowing for the falling of the rain Welcoming everything, even the pain. A stone wall is kind in the country Allowing for the sun to once again come on through Underneath a brilliant blue.

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Skimming the surface Of a sweet thought Dissecting it Ever so slowly So That It does not Become stale. In my mind, Rewinding. In my mind, Replaying. In my mind, Remixing, This sweet thought So that It does not touch the ground. Just as I did as a child with a balloon, I’m bouncing this sweet thought from wall to wall My skin, warm. My hair, static. My heart, beating. Raking the surface of this sweet thought Just as I did as a child, I am jumping in a pile of leaves--- for This thought makes its quite easy to fall.

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Oct 31, 2012

Oct 31, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC

A Sweet Thought

Skimming the surface Of a sweet thought Dissecting it Ever so slowly So That It does not Become stale. In my mind, Rewinding. In my mind, Replaying. In my mind, Remixing, This sweet thought So that It does not touch the ground. Just as I did as a child with a balloon, I’m bouncing this sweet thought from wall to wall My skin, warm. My hair, static. My heart, beating. Raking the surface of this sweet thought Just as I did as a child, I am jumping in a pile of leaves--- for This thought makes its quite easy to fall.

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