What is wrong with me?
Why is it I write so much,
All now in one day?

**~Marian~

I feel for thee, dearest Mom
I understand how well you fear
The thought that your cats may go to homes where
They might be mistreated

But as I have wrote you before in another poem of mine
I will get them back for you and do everything I can
To make sure that they come back purring in your arms
You will hopefully see again Cookie's dear face

But even if you get your two cats back
I shall try to be happy because I plan
To hopefully adopt Ruby too if I can
But I still miss my kittens Nicky and Jami Lee

I see Nicky's dear face and remember how I held
Him in my arms and how he looked so cute
And also how he would look into my eyes so
Puzzled like

Oh how I miss Nicky and his sister Jami Lee
I remember how I gave my kitten Nicky
The nickname of my best friend
And how it hurts so that my two kittens were given away.

So do not be sad, my dearest Mom
I shall wipe away your tears
Because you'll see your cats
And I'll have my new cat (hopefully) Ruby.

**~Marian~

Little noses sniffing
Eagerly waiting for their meal
Little meows are heard
And paws tap me and my Mom's skirts

**~Marian~

Part I

Goodnight under the shimmering Moon
It's lacy shadows reflecting into the lake
As it moves across the sky silently
Like a bowl that tips to it's side and spills out
D. R. E. A. M. S

Goodnight under the shimmering Moon
Where breezes blow and stirr the trees
And the sweet smell of lavender
Drifts through my bedroom window

Goodnight under the shimmering Moon
Where dreams forever are
And where dreams are always pretty
But where they never end

Goodnight under the shimmering Moon
Where dreams forever reside
And where they always come true
Under the shimmering Moon there's a place for me and you

*~Marian~

Part One

Cool sand upon the Tropical shore
where footprints are inprinted into the sand
so sweet and sad and pretty
pastel sunsets nearly bring me to tears
such a longing to see a tropical ocean myself
but I remember I can see them through the pictures
that I look at which inspires my poetry
so right now in my mind's eye I am at the ocean
and the breeze is blowing my golden-brown hair
I love the tropical oceans and seas wherever the may be
vivid sunsets and sunrises of such lovely colour
palm trees are dancing and swaying in the breeze
oh how I can see this in my mind. . . All of it so clearly
I can see and hear the singing waves
the dancing trees
the fishes which swim under the ocean
and so much more. . . I see it all!
Ever so vividly, ever so clearly!

*~Marian~

Welcome to Fairyland!
Come dream the hours away,
Then dance with me and the Fairies across the cool sand,
And find the beauty in every day!

Come with me to Fairyland,
Where the Fairies will dance with me and you,
Be sunshine across the warm summer sand;
But I promise your days here will never be blue.

Walk with me to Fairyland,
Where days will never fly,
Where time is not just a grain of sand;
And where dreams and wishes will never die.


*~Marian~

Off to my haven I go,
To read my precious books,
While from the clouds falls snow;
And while I read I see how the landscape looks.

Sometimes I go there to cry,
And find much needed comfort there,
And when I get bored and I heave a sigh;
I go to my haven and sunshine once more pervades the air.

**~Marian~

We love you, Madi!
Happy birthday to you, dear,
I love you so much!

*~Marian~

The song of the wind and the siren of the sea,
She plays on her cello to me,
She with such beautiful song;
Plays all day long!

Such a sweet sister of mine,
Playing a song of joy and sunshine,
She's my Fairy from a far away land;
As we dance and sing through the sand.

When sadness comes to a broken heart,
We're known to cheer it up with a bright start,
Though miles away we may be;
She's still the sweetest sister to me.

Love unfurls it's red flower,
And darkness never comes to this glad hour,
Dancing through the waves of time;
We become known as
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*~Marian~

Flowers all too soon will die,
Until when you see them again,
All at once you'll see them under the deep blue sky;
When their new life will begin.

Happy will that time be,
Never will any be like it again,
That time when they smile at you and me;
When their new life will begin.

That will be a happy day,
To see them once again,
This must be the best way;
When their new life will begin.

Short though their life will be,
You will always see them again,
They will be smiling and dancing at you and me;
When their new life will begin.

*~Marian~

My inspiration for writing is gone
all I do is cry
my lip quivers
and I sob silently
tears falling onto my dress
my heart is broken can't you tell?
I need someone to tell
a shoulder for my wet tear-stained face

*~Marian~

Under the shade of weeping willow trees
The air is filled with birdsong an anthem sweet and beautiful
The soft sweet song of the bubbling creek
The fragrance of honeysuckles drifts from the forgotten garden
Where daffodils, violets, and many other flowers grow
Mountains high and valleys low covered in the cloak of spring
Hunter-green cedars and deep-green firs sway in the dancing breeze
Even the lonesome desert and vast wilderness
With its pretty sunrises and sunsets bears its own beauty
Morning glories in the Enchanted Forest unfurl their soft sweet petals
At Dusk when all are sleep
Sunrays shining through the dew covered leaves of the majestic trees
Waves wash onto the sea of time where lots of creatures live
And where fishes and sea turtles peep up out of the ocean
Where palm trees grow their lacy-green leaves providing shade for all
Where rocky island cliffs hold treasures forgotten a long time ago
When pirates hunted for gold
Where old forgotten battleships are at the bottom of the ocean
And the people on them long since dead. . .
Pearls and treasures hidden from sight at the bottom of the ocean
Where dolphins sleep and play ready to save some swimmer
Sea-green coral and seaweed are pretty ocean plants
Seashells at the very bottom of the ocean
Seagulls sing to one another from the coconut trees and many other birds sing a
Tropical anthem blending with the sweet perfume of hibiscus and a lone tropical girl
Plays a sweet song on the ukulele
And the horse gallops on the sandy shore happily enjoying his freedom
And the world to all is beautiful
Tropical sunsets blazing dark goldish- orange with the silhouettes of palm trees
On the beautiful rocky island
And the world is hushed to sleep with the tropical lullaby of the singing waves
When the world awakes with dew the sweet hibiscus

*~Marian~

The sweet fragrance of hibiscus
its petals soaked with dew like sparkling jewels
mingling with the tropical song of the waves dashing against the sandy shore
where my mind travels so often to
tropical birds hush to sleep the world and every living thing
but morning wakes with dew sweet hibiscus blooms
and happy dancing butterflies kiss those petals of hibiscus flowers
such ineffable beauty that takes my breath away and when I inhale
I breathe in the sweet hibiscus blooms mingling with the smell of the salty sea
with my pen to paper I describe what I see and witness in my mind's eye
oh how I wish the journeys on the wings of imagination would last forever
but sadly the all too soon end just like sweet hibiscus dreams

*~Marian~

I am sorry I have no gift to give you
no box of chocolates, a valentine or even a single Hershey's chocolate kiss
so sorry, dearest but my single gift to you for Valentine's Day is my tapestry of love
also a poem, hug, and kiss because I love you so much but I am sorry I don't have gifts
but I could give you one of my teddy bears the one that lays on my bed each night
the one I cry into when I feel lonely, hurt, sad, depressed, or angry the one I hug and kiss
because I love him the one I hold on my lap sometimes and the one who comforts me when I need it most
I shall give him to YOU this is my present to you
consider him yours because now. . .
He
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Tall old oak trees,
Swaying-dancing in the sweetly blowing breeze,
Their branches close to my Mamma's bedroom window;
The breezes caress the dancing flowers in the meadow.

Grandma's dear hands once kneeding bread,
And Grandfather's strong hands patting my Mamma on the head,
Breezes blowing the yellow muslin curtains at the window pane;
And sweet lilacs, and many other flowers are bordering the lane.

The perfume of flowers drifting from the window into that pretty house,
Where cats would always catch a darting mouse,
And wisteria blooms twisting their mighty branches around the tall trees;
Which sway back and forth in the breeze.

*~Marian~

Sunsets are red, the sky is blue,
Oranges are sweet and so are you!

*~Marian~

Little buds open
Birds sing from the tall green trees
And daffodils sway
In the gently blowing breeze
Cats watch dancing butterflies.

*Marian~