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 Jan 2019 Rhea Sheilah
Nigel Finn
I just had a thought in my head-
"The art of the sonnet's not dead!
And to prove that it's true
I'll write one for you!"
...But then I wrote a limerick instead.
~.~.~.~


floating
on the breeze
swirling
in a swoon
laments in
blue and purple
are the
petals of the moon

waned a
crescent of a flower
waxed to
cabbage rose
now the
tight held tithes
sift down
in
airy
floes

lying in the grass
of a dark
wide-open
field
sweet
swanning
petals find me
moon's offerings
revealed

i inhale their
fragrance
their light sweet perfume
they cover me
with kisses

the
petals
of
the
moon
soulsurvivor
(c) 2014
rewritten
(c) march 12, 2015

Dedicated to my dear friend Jonnie... she makes me happy!

This is one of my most popular & beloved poems, my dear! I hope you enjoyed it!

God Bless & Happy Thanksgiving!
 Jan 2019 Rhea Sheilah
Umi
Star
 Jan 2019 Rhea Sheilah
Umi
I made you a star....
A special star....it shines bright it shines far
Like your love,
High above in the sky,
So pure and without a lie this star wont die.
Shines so bright in this night .
Yes this star....it is far and yet so near....
Shines so bright without fear

~ Umi
Found another very old Poem my dearies
 Jan 2019 Rhea Sheilah
Willow
These are the words I would never tell you,
Your smile, your eyes, your hair, that is just a plus to you, but your personality is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I thought after one year, the crush would be over but I was wrong.
7 years later and I'm still completely and utterly in love with you. You're the person I look for when I walk in a room, you're the person I can mess with their hair and wouldn't care. You're the person that I can throw a pencil at and make you pick it up and wouldn't get mad. You're the only man I trust, and you know how much I don't trust them. But I know I can tell every single secret but one and you wouldn't tell another soul. When you told me you believed in me, a piece of my broken heart went into it's place like a puzzle piece.
Wasn't sure if I wanted to publish this or not but **** it.


The secret I can't tell him is that I love him :)
Cuts on my wrists
hands curled into fists
will i even be missed

Writing a note
i wrote
i love you and it wasn't your fault

That's a lie
i want to die and
its partly your fault

I can't tell you that so i
Sit and i cry

Why do i
Live like this

Will i even be missed
I am not in a good place anymore
I don't want to be here!
Whether I live, or die, laugh, or cry, Jesus is all that I need.
In the silence pain of our Heart , when we are here all alone.
The throbbing emptiness that still linger deep within one soul.
Cause nobody can fill that void that belongs to the Creator God.
When you are all alone in the dead of night, in the silence of night.
Only Christ is there then to hold you tight in the cold of the night.
For only He knows what you are really going through right now.
For He is God and Man alone, Creator of the Heavens and the Earth.
For only He can save you from this world , and from h3ll itself.
Also only He knows the true aching of your Heart and your Soul.
Only can His Love save you in the very end, only Christ can save you.
For the reality is Christ Love you enough to send others your way.
Two souls sundered
while coming to life,
forming two bodies.

Still souls:
Twin Flames.
forced apart,
yet destined
to meet again.

Longing always:
dual tormented  
by separation.  
Getting weaker
in drifting distance.

Each passing second,
incomplete without
The Other.
Like a missing
piece of a puzzle
though still alive.

We waited.
We met.
We merged
into One.
United
Forever.

Oh! Happy Land
of quiet words,
of transferred
thoughts,
of melting
spirits and
never ending
Beauty:
let's linger there
in niches of
Silence.


OSIRIS
From A Treasury of Twin Flame Poetry.  Books 1-5 by Isis & Osiris . Each poem displayed alongside a Pre-Raphaelite painting. Available from  tredition.de
 Aug 2018 Rhea Sheilah
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

:)
 Jul 2018 Rhea Sheilah
ryn
It was a night...
That bore so little words
yet was worth so many.

A night when the eyes
spoke more than the mouth.

Fueled by a feeling
that spilled beyond
the consciousness of mind.

A rapid drumming
that deafened the ears -
the undoing of a hopeful heart.
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