vienna bombardieri

vienna bombardieri 5d

Fairies

Beating their wings hard against the wind
stars spring out soft, then slowly rescind
Unwinding their colors round fur line trees
the world as we know it falls at their knees;
Supernatural scents permeating the air
diffusing their magic with charm and with flare
Utopian eyes that wander then mirror
cool crystal waters that cloak and transmit her
Down in the orchard a butterfly sprite
with emerald wings to gage through the night
They dance and they flutter on wings of slow butter
hovering gently, to hither and skitter
inside a dominion of archmage enchanters.

A carpet of flowers surrounded by magic and dew
slow sip aromas of chamomile essence and feverfew.

vienna bombardieri 6d

Metamorphosis

Blessings from above* Transformed lust to love* Delusion to illumination* Earth-heaven bilocation

Heavenly Manna poured into our hearts like fine husked wheat
He makes sure we are always well fed and have enough to eat

Transforming lust to love, the pliable body learns with time
that the best kind of love is love agape, always close Divine

From false beliefs comes delusion, from delusion comes lies
only God can remove our blinders and open wide our eyes

Earth to heaven, as we stand outside ourselves we enter into ecstasy
propelling the soul forward and negating all things that lead to heresy.

vienna bombardieri Jul 15

I'm Just Being Me

I may be just a hat but from way up here I can see
that she has her clothes hung up like little soldiers
ready for service at the drop of a hat
As I tilt my linen peonies and squint in her closet
I see a mish mash of flowery designs and I cringe
She shops at the thrifty store down the road
and I can see she favors cotton for it can breathe easy
and her favorite colors are blue and sea green.
The scent of her peppermint halo clings to her clothes
like a tight fitting slip, that I know she doesn't wear.
So many shrugs and so many t shirts, oh my oh my !
The one think I have noticed from my privileged point of view
it that she owns no black. She thinks its for funerals,
so she opts for vibrant colors and her favorite, is red.
I know I am being biased because I'm her favorite hat
and happen to be red but I must admit she wears me well !
Love it when she picks me up and places me on her head,
like I were the cat's meow.  When she faces the mirror
and says, " When I wear you hat, I feel like I'm being me"
a peel of her laughter follows.  Each time she tilts me up
towards the sun I must agree, she is who she says she is,
a free spirit who loves life, to the fullest.

vienna bombardieri Jul 6

Sea Glass

The little urchin sat by the sea watching the waves splash
no parent to watch him no rules to obey, just a big old sea
He survived on wild berries and fresh catch of the day
half crazed with heat he wore nothing but skin hide

A little roe deer depleted by summer, lost but not found
no rescue mission in question for this child, un-abused
He was raised by wolves in the thicket of the forest
respecting nature he ate what he caught with bare hands

A feral one with matted dreadlocks and eyes like sea glass
moved like a panther with stealth, as he surfed the shore
first human contact was made by a fisherman on his arrival
it took years to build up the trust, but eventually he spoke.
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024

vienna bombardieri Jul 3

MESSAGES FROM BEYOND THE VEIL JULY 3 2024

Dear Daughter,

Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace.
I know you carried the torch of my love like an Olympic runner but
now you must be quiet and rest. I am the Sacred Heart alive in you.
Be still and know that I am water, raindrops of your Holy Blessings.
Don't be like doubting Thomas. I know you don't need to see my
wounds to know that I love you.  Those were loving wounds,
meant to save an entire human race.  Yes, even you.

Dear Father

I lose all notion of the world as I know it, when I sit here with you.
The walls of this church fall away and I soar like a silent eagle towards
you.  My feet hardly touch the ground, and even the statues around me
don't make a sound. Sky and water that is what I'll be when I arrive at
your shore.  I will be your sea shell, gather me and hold me to your tunic,
help me be more like you, loving, caring and beautiful.

vienna bombardieri Jul 2

By The Eye Of A Fading Sun

Summer scintillating  with blossoms of purple and gold, while beneath
Umbrella stars, the magic of an enchanting evening takes her breath away
Moon glow above waters, verdant trees that fan the expanse of the sky
Macaron sweet scented air, a chiffon scarf blows in the wind, she sits at the
Edge of the water and prays to the angels above.   Please send me someone to
Revere and to love. While the gentle waves lap, curl and cover her, he arrives!

Love at first sight, that is what it was for her, when she first lay eyes on him.
Orbiting her world he smiles and suddenly two celestial bodies meet,
Veering towards each other, echoes of a long forgotten past are heard once again
Eager to conjoin they fuse like sky and ocean, by the eye of a fading sun.

vienna bombardieri Jul 1

A Light In the Window

Hope is a light by the window, it glows
a lit torch of doting, it never dies
Biding its time on the wings of love's throws
its a matchstick of hope when one cries

Hope is a lantern that hangs way up high
a cresset lamp at the edge of night
Rising and soaring like an eagle in the sky
it is always present and never out of sight

Hope is a feather that floats in thin air
an eider down, for the crest fallen heart
It aims to restore with gentleness and care
it cherishes and delivers, a fresh new start.