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Peace and tranquility

Peace and tranquility

As I sit in meditation
in my small suburban lounge
I feel your spirit beckoning me
vivid images abound

the sounds I know so well
the rustling of the leaves
as they sway too and fro
caressed by the breeze

birds busily chattering
as they go about their lives
ever watchful, careful
to ensure they survive

old man ‘roo dozing peacefully
under clear blue skies
there is naught to bother him
but the persistent buzzing flies

the emu’s constant pecking
at the seeds blown adrift
now nestled on rich red soil
as through the rocks they sift

soaring eagles far above
as the currents lift them high
only to plummet rapidly
when a tasty morsel they spy

I wish that I could stay here
lost in the visions of my mind
where this peaceful tranquility
is not so hard to find

It’s tough being a country girl
lost in the city for a time
I look forward to these moments
When I am yours and you are mine.

Trish Johnston 18th September 2013

Keep them safe….

Keep them safe….

Gazing into waters deep
Praying for their souls to keep
Safely for another day
I ask this of you God if I may

For in the ripples I do see
My very special family
The daughter whom I love so dear
Whose gentle laughter I do hear

The ray of sunshine in my days
Comes from her in so many ways
From the time that she was born
She’s been like the golden dawn

Spreading her light in all directions
To me her beauty is perfection
When she hurts, I hurt too
The connection is so pure and true

And then of course there is the son
That amazing young man, the gentle one
He makes a mother feel so proud
To shout if from the rooftops loud

This is my son, this wonderful man
Who does everything he possibly can
To bring to my life a glow of love
For this I thank the Lord above

My children I hope they understand
They hold my heart in the palms of their hands
This mother’s love is so strong and pure
No matter what happens it will endure

So as I gaze into the water deep
Praying for their souls to keep
Safely for another day
I ask this of you God if I may.

Let Her Be

Let Her Be

Let her be the ray of light
that illuminates your soul
the gentle soothing touch
releasing the demons hold

the serene and graceful presence
that draws you to her breast
and nestles you in loving arms
safe at last to rest

let her be the spark
that lights the flame within
igniting again life’s passions
which have become so dim

let her be the rain drop
that falls upon your face
and washes away the tears
the pain and angst erased

let her be your everything
your morning, noon and night
when you open up your heart
you’ll find she fits just right.

Mother Nature’s Brush Strokes

Mother Nature’s Brush Strokes

As her gaze rests on the beauty
Which stretches across the miles
She absorbs Natures treasures
With a whimsical smile

Emotions flowing freely
At the gifts that she beholds
A sense of such wellbeing
Settling in her soul

The landscape holds such wonder
When the wildflower are in bloom
Mother Nature’s brush strokes
Painting the desert’s hue

Gratitude and peace
Life becomes surreal
For there is no greater beauty
Than that the heart can feel

Lay Down With Mother Nature

Lay Down With Mother Nature

Come and lay down on the rich red earth
Feel your worries seep away
Let Mother Earth unburden you
Hear her gently say:

“You are safe with me, my special one
Open your heart again.
For a cold and empty heart
Brings one nothing but pain.

In nature you have sunshine
To encourage you to grow
You also have the moonlight
To allow your pace to slow

You have the wide open spaces
To give you room to think
When all your thoughts are jumbled
And turning inwards they just shrink

You have the running waters
The oceans and the seas
To wash away negativity
So the joy in life you see

The rolling plains, the mountains
The deserts and the snow
Are all there to show you
You’ve always somewhere to go

So take a moment to contemplate
The life that before you abounds
Allow me to take you
To the place where love surrounds.”

Individually unique…..

Individually unique…..

Embracing life and living it
Are two very different things
It’s all about perceptions
And what makes our hearts sing

We all have our own right to choose
A way to live our lives
It’s best to accept another’s choice
Therein the lesson lies

The life I choose may not be for you
Nor yours the life for me
I have no desire to walk your path
Though it suits you perfectly

This makes me no better or worse than you
Merely individual you see
We are all perfectly unique
If we just allow ourselves to ‘Be’….

Life as a Mushroom

Life as a Mushroom

I am a simple mushroom
In a field of exquisite flowers
Content to hide down in their shadows
And while away the hours

It takes a certain amount of fertiliser
To help me to grow strong
I know that if I hang around
I can get that all day long

I observe some flowers growing tall
Reaching up toward the sun
Blossoming into full bloom
Having lots of fun

Others I see struggle
There among the weeds
Maybe this field is not for them
They have different needs

So much false bravado
I see around me day after day
While inside I see the hurt
That just won’t go away

Sometimes the sunshine gets to strong
The flowers around me wilt
I start to burn and shrivel up
These times more walls I’ve built

For the most part I am content
To bask here in this field
Until someone comes along
And turns me into a meal…..

Black Widow….

Black Widow….

She sits there undetected in her corner of the world
Weaving her fatal magic in every increasing swirls
Her beauty is alluring as a moth to a flame
She really has no conscience to her it’s just a game

The internet is her big wide web the perfect hunting ground
The black widow beautiful, magnetic, deadly with no sound
They are lured by her presence each and every one
By the time they realise the damage has been done

In the web they are stuck fast unable to extricate
Until the fatal blow comes and delivers their fate
In the meantime they are immobilised, unable to move
As she dishes up her potions their self will to remove

With words very endearing she captures your attention
Though playing with your emotions was her only intention
The feeling of power she draws from entrapping you
Feeds her ego nicely, you are not the only fool

She makes you feel like you are the only one in her life
While all the while the others are being fed the same line
Flirtatious and unfeeling she allows the web to unravel
Until she has you wrapped up tight on a road you never thought to travel

Some are very lucky they manage to be cut free
Her grasp is not so tightly fettered, they are able to see
They see the game for what it is and play along with her
Just another aspect of the games that maim and hurt

The black widow is a danger to any gentle soul
Who is drifting and unsure of where he does belong
Take care my friends she is out there every single day
Just waiting to entrap you as with all her other prey.