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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada 
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~*~ Kaleidoscope Creation ~*~ ~*~ A collaborate poem~*~ by Mysteria and Martha Cowan The full moon casts its shadow; Mirror reflections on heaven's lake, In the heavens, a trumpet blows, The sleeping angels are now awake. They spread their wings and stretch, Evening calls them from their celestial sleep, On clouds of the softest, fluffy cotton, Where they had laid counting sheep. The world below, a kaleidoscope creation, Somehow it is never clearly understood, Why mankind is in competition and Always forsaking brotherhood. Each race united separately, To reach the finish line. Yet, bound by their disunity, Unstable grounds confine. They gaze down from the heavens, On a world filled with so much beauty, And wait for tonight's instructions, Making ready for their heavenly guard duty. They see gentle souls now sleeping, Praying for love and guidance, From the heavenly Creator up above. The angels now ready themselves, To protect ALL his children with love. Looking down in sadness they see, A rainbow of hands clasped in prayers, Whispering words of love and hope, To a heavenly Father whom cares. They see hands of all sizes and colors, Black, yellow, red and white, Praying for peace and brotherhood on earth, This beautiful, star-studded night. Children prayed that parents would, Understand and try to see some good, In those they don't want to get to know, Forgotten souls so misunderstood. They prayed for those that were homeless, Victims of war, forgotten soldiers, And those poor souls that were ill. Especially for those that looked so different, And whose illness is not treated with a pill. They wondered why the color of a person's skin, Even mattered at all, and set them apart, When a smile is just a smile after all, And a heart is still a heart. Let us try to see the world as God does, In a panchromatic light, Remind us there's a heart and soul, In yellow, black, and red, or white. Teach us how to see beyond the image in our eyes, Beyond skin, race or creed, Into a soul where sight can't compromise. The angels slowly, then descended, Some were white, some yellow, black and red, And they waited for children to sleep, As angels do, hovering over their bed. They touched them with their angel dust, To protect each of them with love, And kissed each of them on the cheek, As gently and soft as the down on a dove. The golden sun was beginning to rise, Upon heaven's crystal lake, so clear, Panoramic evidence that in the night, Angel's had paid a visit here. Looking down with hopeful sighs, They send a prayer with all God's love... That we all can see each other, Just as He does from above. Note: Martha Cowan's work may be read at http://thestarlitecafe.com ~*~ Mysteria and Martha Cowan ~*~ © Copyright 2001 All Rights Reserved ~*~A poet is someone who reads more than they write ~*~ [This message has been edited by Mysteria (edited 03-11-2001).] |
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Katherine Chandler Member
since 2001-03-07
Posts 280Florida, USA |
How beautiful this was and two of my very favorite poets also. I don't believe I've ever read this one, but I really enjoyed reading it. Blessings to you both, Kate Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood. T S Eliot |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Mysteria~ This is just sooooooo lovely ! I hope you will share with Martha Cowan just how much enjoyment I got out of reading it. A beautiful addition to our family of poets you are ! Thank you for being here. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ noles1@totcon.com |
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Martha Cowan Member
since 2001-03-08
Posts 240Groves, Texas |
I am so happy that you posted this here, Mysteria. I do so look forward to posting my poems here soon, I have been visiting this site and looking things over, and it indeed seems like a wonderful and enchanting place. You keep those wings spread, and the winds of inspiration, faith, hope and perseverence will elevate you to realms beyond imagination....."how's the air up there, sweet lady?" ~*~smiles~*~ Love ya muches of bunches, always, Martha ~*~ there are no limitations when we are soaring up the winds of faith and determination, intently focused upon our destiny ~*~ |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
Beautiful work Mysteria! This is very spiritual and wonderfully human and appealing. I enjoyed all the reasoning throughout and I could only wish more people thought htis way........take care ethome. The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I don't understand how two of you could work together and write a lovely poem. I want no one near me when I am composing. Just one little thing. The word you wanted was who not whom. Love Joyce |
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Irish Rose Member Patricius
since 2000-04-06
Posts 10263 |
I'm glad you got together! Kathleen Blake "When red-haired girls scamper like roses over the rain-green grass, and the sun drips honey." Laurie Lee |
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KokoStewartKoomoa Senior Member
since 2000-12-04
Posts 580Waikiki, Hawaii |
What a wonderful collaboration!! and I am so happy and delighted to see you both do this poem and see Martha post here as well. You know how much I love to see a collaboative work accomplished as it is hard to do and it is so ....giving and loving to combine two artful expressions into one masterpiece. It is a humbling thing to write together and you both just get a big Bravo from me. love, Koko Passion,imagination and intellect running together... Poetry in motion~~~ Aloha with warmest regards, Koko |
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