Good morning chantepleurs!
Let us keep our royal hearts
Full of glee, and
croddle when we daw…
There will be no nooning,
For y’all, because it’s nearly
butter churning time. Ah,
no more yaffling
zwodder kins.
We just need to get
our peevish few
back to work
Again!
Written By: Delores M.Sparks
Alone…
One atom can multiply the meaning
of natures faithful patterns, and
with ease it can balance out
its own tiny identity. Focus
together, upon this unlimited
knowledge. See colors combine
into a spectrum of things. Perhaps
an elaborate secret contemplates
a programed phase of intelligent
ingenuity. Amazing, how an extension of thinking
has the ability to help you understand;
God.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
Like life;
Poetry loves
beautiful chaos,
but loathes those
Idle thoughts.
There is never a time to repress
expression, nor avoid
the pen drop. Each
line does a somersault
and completes a
peace, without the
bombs.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
Lighten that rude face
with a childlike gaze and
soften up those old, rough
travelers feet. Let your troubles
fly off with those regrets. The judge
will be your guide.
Pause for the happy fire-
works then rise without repeating
unwanted choices. You should unwind
for a minute and relax with time.
Better to let a soothing moment, ooze in,
than to let a forest of frustration
keep you old and worn out.
Notice a grain…
growing to a ton and
then watch it disappear.
Picture it!
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
Who’s been
Decoding
Natures
Assembly, by
Reassembling
Nature’s
Access codes?
Is it You?
Who’s
been sliding down
the spiral ladder into the
Alpha-bet soup?
Have you been busy creating
too many… you, you, you
and you’s?
He knows exactly how many letters
are in his Alpha-bet soup!
He’s definitely going to notice, too
many U’s.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
“Who ever commands
the shades of spring;
Is my creative lover.”
Moreover…
Talent like this
should be consecrated
into the bosom of an artist’s
summer. Further more
we learn creations
skill…which fate
must yield meaning
to us wayward walkers.
Meanwhile
let us tarry still
in gardens of outstanding
plumes of color.
Let it leap off our palate
and on to another.
Smell this passion
in the fragrant scene
of spring. A charming gift from
the One who loves us all…
My creative lover.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
O’ humanity…
Why do we pretend
to not understand how
small we really are: In comparison
to the vast universe?
Well, I’m obliged to invite you to this reverence!
Look at your selves through the macro-
microscope. How far away can we be seen
anyway? The Heavens appear
to go on for an eternity!
We seem a bit microscopic within
our envelope of space.
Yet, we sense we’re not exactly obscure
in the fabric of a celestial purpose.
It appears our worth is beyond
measurement. Nonetheless, this shows us
where our proper perspectives are… In the Eye
of a magnificent God.
Perhaps, we all should be in awe
of this amazing
view.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
A hundred years is scarce
to me, O’ winds which climb
my fleeting grief.
I dare not plead against
deaths covet. My life’s
been rocked by the cradles
breeze, then flash…
I grew modestly educated.
Triumphantly, I felt wise- then
I realized that it was time to
dine. (grasping at my throat)
I chocked on a tear,
for like an airplane
I flew through the years, until
I found myself here…
recounting all the moments in
my life that really mattered.
Written by: Delores M. Sparks
Quietly, night grows
heavy with darkness and
I can no longer see a nightingale.
Still, I cling to the slither of light
in the back of my mind.
I think it solitude, yet
I believe it’s unconsciousness…
even though my eyes are wide awake.
Am I punished? Yes!
However, darkness leaves me
when my deliverance comes.
The light blankets my eyes, and
my ears hear the tenderest
of bird song.
Written By: Delores M. Sparks
“The contents of your heart
are under pressure of being known, and
no one is exempt from the introspection of the soul.”
Quote written by: Delores M. Sparks
