Going Through the Library by TekkieBrek - (A gift from a stranger, yet a friend, of a drawing of me)

“The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who cannot read them.”
- Mark Twain

Lingering lovingly into space

Searching for her saving grace

Looking up to bright blue skies

for the answers to the why’s

Lingering lovingly into spaces

Searching past familiar faces

Staring distantly through the eyes

For the truths amid the lies

Lingering lovingly into spaces

of the self for bits and traces

of self truths that tell no lies

to answers laying in disguise…

~CordieB

Where do you look for answers to your most intimate questions? Do you look to a higher being, to other people,to books and media, to nature, to self… are the answers found in one and in all of these sources???

Quote for the Day – The hardest part of finding the correct answer is finding the correct source. (Another question in and of itself ) ~CordieB.

Do the answers change not only with the source, but with timing….with space…..where and when….what do you think?  Are the answers dynamic, fluid, evolving as we evolve!   I’d love to know your views…

Submitted for Simply Snickers Poetry Prompt. This week’s prompt words are, Linger, Look and Love.

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

From Lush to Love

In the very back of the garden, behind the evergreen bush

resides a homeless gent who years ago was labeled a lush

life had dealt him a bad hand; he’d reached the end of his rope

so he drowned his misery and pain and gave up all hope

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine at his table

the poor gent became just what his peers had labeled

In the middle of the garden under the bright sunshine

stood a single mother hanging cloths on the line

She knew the pain of being judged and ostracized

Yet with the faith of her being, above all obstacles she’d rised

she found a loving connection with the man at her garden’s inn

so she made it a point that he’d have at least one friend

so each day after retrieving her cloths off the line

she’d invite him into her home for a hot meal and wine

he’d tell her the stories that lead to his fall from grace

to each sad story she’d give a positive spin in its place

she reminded him he had a beautiful soul and loving heart

as time moved on he embraced each day with a fresh new start

he developed a positive out look on life and love

Discovering his his true self, he became aligned thereof

and as life would have it, with a bottle of wine  at the table…

the peaceful gent became just what the kind mother had labeled

~CordieB.

Another Quote for the Day:  Don’t let ‘em steal your joy ~Sinbad

Quote for the Day:  We are what we believe we are. ~CordieB.

Peace, Light and Love. . . .

speaking of joy by ~marielliott

I am the soft tickle of bubbles blown in the air
I am the wind gently billowing through each strand of your hair
I am the lucky discovery of a lone four-leaf clover
I am the ecstasy of the first kiss from a new-found lover
I am the the amazed eyes upon the first look…
Of newborn babe, straight from mommy’s nook

I am the amused, confused on a roller coaster ride
I am the quiet majestic of the ascending tide
I am sweet rain gently falling to the ground
I am the whispers of the leaves heard without  sound
I am that which comes so often; yet we don’t understand…
the blessed dawn, as sunlight blankets the land

I’m seen in the stars, shining ever so bright
I’m heard in the voices of lovers each night
I’m felt in the kiss of a rose on a nose…
and the sweet, sweet aroma of that fragrant rose

I am laughter on hindsight of not going berserk
I am a hug and fresh sheets after a long day’s work;
The sun peaking through the clouds after a pouring rain storm
The rainstorm after a drout of love transformed
I’m more valuable than all riches, and everything
I exist in the little things and what they bring

I am the sensation of a Popsicle on a hot summer’s day
I am the innocence of life and love in children’s play
I am an Angel, often found in the eyes of a girl or a boy
I am most mystical, not egotistical, yet so simplistical…
I am….. (click below for riddle answer)

The Spirit of Joy

–Yes.  I made up that word, “simplistical”  lol.  So, tell me, what brings You Joy???  I’d love to know.

Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.

This Riddle was inspired by Simply Snicker’s Poetry Prompt. This weeks words:   Angel, Amazed, and Amused.

Quote for the Day:  It’s the little things…and the joy they bring ~India Arie

  ~Flowers and Lovers  – Mark Chagall ~

Magnificant moments in my life

Have always trailed much stress and strife

The beauty of the velvet red rose

Whose bloom came after bitter snows

The clutching of my first born’s hands

Came after laboring demands

of stress and pain through out the night

But in her eyes came pure delight

The climbing of the mountain high

brought pain to legs, feet and thighs

But looking across the beautiful view

Gave a sense of magnificance and wonder anew

As I retrace my life and what I’ve seen

There’s one surety that’s always been

Magnificance would not be so

Without preserverence that makes it so

As I gaze upon the magnificant rainbow

After a raging storm passed only seconds ago

Her beauty reminds me with anticipated glee

A magnificant moment awaiteth me!

~By CordieB

This poem was written for Simply Snickers , a fun poetry prompt.  This week’s theme is "Magnificant Moments."

Photo courtesy of WolfSoul and is licensed under a creative commons license.

Silent secrets of the heart
Break your spirit into parts
parts of love and parts of pain
searching for one’s self again . . .

Silent secrets speak no peace
Only vague uncertainties
Leaving traces in disguise
Of dormant truths that will arise

Silent secrets tell no lies
And it comes as no surprise
When the silence breaks the core
Heart and spirit fight no more

Silent secrets have no bearing
on what we call love or caring
for they only weigh the spirit
Weighted hearts hold no merit

Silent secrets can’t tell lies
They are revealed in the eyes
Of the soul who bears evidence
Of the secret’s consequence.

Silent secrets speak so loud
Though they leave a question cloud
As to whether they are really heard
Heart and Soul speak a foreign word

Silent secrets do tell lies
to the self in haunting cries
to release their awful woe
let them loose! freely flow!

Silent secrets released alas!
from the hidden looking glass;
spirit free; heart released a ton
heart and spirit now dance as one!

Written for Simply Snickers Poetry Prompt  and of course my beautiful blog friends and visitors.  If you have a silent secret, feel free to leave it in the comments; or better yet leave it at the annonymous secrets site created by Paisley – while you are there, check out other’s secrets, you might find that you are not alone.  It might just take a burden off of your heart and spirit!  Peace, Light and Love, CordieB.