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Garnered
With a feeling of giving
Hope for peace
For this world's
evolution
Us a bow
On the wicker basket
Filled with eggs
Of all colors
And sizes
Sweets candy .and smiles
Of hope
For everyone.

Happy Easter!
Christ wants to Lead us to sing a new Song.
To allow him to Use us in everything that we do.
For his Ways are by Far Greater than our Ways.
Because he knows the very outcome of everything.
That we do way before we do them here on the earth.
We might try to think things out before we do them.
But still we know nothing, all that we can do is guess.
Praying that we have Guess the right way to go here.
We are asking him to Lead us is the Perfect Solution.
Because by Praying his Will and Way, we shall be Blessed.
Dissolved now
Brine mixed all one
Floating together
Towards the turn of the
River bend just down
A ways
Heading eventually
To the ocean
Out to sea
From heaven
It sparkles glints
As the sunlight plays on
The flow the trickles
Wandering jostling blending
Dance

From above
As precious and rare
As any diamond
Coming together mingling
One
One fire one shine one
Glint one solute
Made from many

I've cried tears into
This Creek thus river
Then ocean if seas
I've seen the salt go
Merge dissolve
Become again
In one way
Live
Course like blood
Through
This universal
Vein.
I hadn’t meant to spy
just an evening’s walk along the beach
knowing that things are sometimes strewn there after storms
between a gust of wind—a break in clouds

Coming upon moonlight
gleaming on wet teenage backs
Two—
by a leaning erosion fence
fondling the last discoveries of childhood
fumbling with the barriers of her bikini
behind the erosion fence
out of sight and forbidding

Breeding like sea grass by rhizomes
prowling that neck, those *******
Gasping! Warring!
for the land of white warmth below their tans
His hands grip, lift, position, insist
By such undertow
mouths and hips pinioned in disbelief...

where they cannot be seen
two half-rounds in rhythm – struggle in the surge of being

as the surf binds them in refrains
about the ankles
Needing the ocean again.
If
If
I were to be a star
brandish words
Like a gunslinger
Shoots the eye out a fly
At fifty yards
Or tease the ears
Of every maiden near
And far
If
I were to
Write a novel
And thereby
Be rich with
Not a care in this
World
If
I had power like
God to Change the past
And predict the future,
My love, DiAnne,
The only thing
If
I had all those things
I would do
Would be to
Make heaven on
Earth.
And you and I
Could live there
Now.
If
I had all my wishes
I wouldn't
Have to
Wish
For you.
You would be in
My arms.

The cycle of the seasons
once again presents a change.
Greens and blues are now the colors,
as the scene has rearranged.

Crepe Myrtles shed their blossoms
in blizzard, pinks and reds,
And bulbs with care once planted
now emerge from flower beds.

I walk upon a sea of blue
that waves with every breeze.
Bluebonnets on the Texas plains,
a view that's sure to please.

They ripple with the grass
in tempo with the wind.
How lovely to just sway and hear
the message that they send.

It seems as though the world awakens,
stretching with a yawn.
As luscious grass emerges
from the brown muck on my lawn.

Bluebonnets are the official state flower of Texas. The shape of the petals on the flower resembles the bonnet worn by pioneer women to shield them from the sun. Their blooms only last a couple of weeks.

As an extension of Lady Bird Johnson's efforts at highway beautification, she encouraged the planting of these native plants along Texas highways and are now a common sight in the springtime. This time of year, driving along the highways all over the great state of Texas, you will find, car loads of families pulled over to use the sea of blue as back drops for family photos.
'Neath the waves a wonder grows
with delicate hues of blue and green,
the beauty of the turquoise rose
a secret flower still and serene.

Visited only by the Siren Ula,
with a song so crystal and clean,
and the graceful Mermaid of the sea,
whom the shells all call Nerine.

But away they went to follow a dream,
and now the rose is seldom seen,
its bloom failing and aching to die,
the petals floating away to the sky,
and 'neath the waves no longer grows
the delicate beauty of the turquoise rose.



© Pagan Paul (17/03/18)
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Nerine and Ula are characters from a story poem
by Lora Lee and myself called Sacrifice.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2137557/sacrifice-collaboration-with-lora-lee/
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