Happy Mother's Day in Heaven     " Mom "

 

 

 

 

Each time I hear your name

Moms have the hardest task
To love their child
No matter how they act
No matter what crime
Until the end of time

Moms have the loudest giggles
When you tickle them
And they start to wiggle

Moms have the loudest voice
When they yell at you
With no other choice

Mom’s do the best they can
To shelter and keep you warm
From the wind

Moms protect their children
At any cost
And go out of their wits
When you are lost

Mom’s instinct
Is tried and true
And there is nothing she would not do
To take care of you

Mothers are sent from heaven above
To shower you with unconditional love
And when the time come’s and they must return
Oh does your heart burn
Falling tears
Throughout the years
Life never the same
Each time
I hear your name

S. Glover 5/10/15

Happy Mother's Day Mom ( I do not own photo's)

 

 

 
 
 
 

 

 

Literatures Graveyard

 

Cobwebs now replace the lace.

Forgotten books left in their place.

Upon the shelves seen miles around.

All those stories left unbound.

 Once a place full of grace.

Children's laughter

Echoing all over the place.

Now barely echo's one sound.

 For not one person is around.

 “Until the midnight hour “.           

For Once the clock strikes twelve-o-clock,

  Books on bookshelves start to rock.

 Page upon pages come to strife,

Narrating each books life.

Imaginations run abound

Echoing the glorious sound.

 As angels wait at Peter's Gate

, welcome new comers of ill's fate.

  Romeo and Juliet

 Reciting of their true love

 No one shall forget.

 Moby Dick, Peter Pan,

Pride and Prejudice

 Return to Never-Never Land.                                

 From Hemingway to Robert Frost,

 Treasured Authors

That may have passed,

But never lost.

Poetry and stories

 Brought back to life

 After the hour

Of Midnight

 S. Glover.  5\21/2013.       

            I only own the words of the poem, just borrowing the photo's      

 

Writer’s Block

 

Don’t know what to say        

The words have gone away

The characters are silent                                                                        

My thoughts no longer vibrant

Writing that was flowing

Is no longer going -

In the direction that I had planned

  Pen still in   hand

MY   mind   is racing

Deadlines facing

 

Time is lapsing fast

 Hope this will not last

What will it take?

 Too unlock

 

 Writer’s block…

 S. Glover  5/6/15

 

 

Another Monday, don't sweat it...

 Have a Beautiful Monday and be thankful it only comes once a week :)
 
 
 

Do not count the days...
Make the days count!

Happy Monday

p.s. I don't own any of these, just sharing with you today 

 

The Bench

The Bench

 

 Sometimes I imagine you just sitting on that bench

Amidst the beautiful flowers

Just sitting there for hours

Or roaming around the garden

Curious of what there is to find

As you were here on earth

Time after time

As fast as you would run

When you were really young

I could barely keep up

But once your head hit that pillow

You were so mellow

And within moments fast asleep

Sometimes I would just stare

Into your big brown eyes

And beautiful long dark hair

And thank god up above

For giving to me

Unconditional love

A daughter made up of so much more

Then just sugar and spice and everything nice

Kindness and compassion

A flare for fashion

Kisses and hugs

 Endless love

I would give anything

To sit there on that bench

With you

And read to you

Just be with you

Hold you in my arms again

To be with my best friend

Again

 Run with you, play with you

Just to have another day with you

Sitting on that bench.

 

 S.G. 4/12/2015  (dedicated to my little angel Kaitlyn Elizabeth 2000 – 2013 )

I only own the words, not the photo.

Walk with Me

Walk with Me




Walk with me

If you will

Where the grass is greenest

And wind is silent still

 Skip with me

Through meadows of vibrant hues

Where the world is just waking up

To a new Morning's dew

 Sing with me

In the rain

Where

 Raindrops whisper to roses

As  marigold composes

A sweet smelling song

 Dance with me

As our bodies roam

 Softly, gently, moving

To a Meadowlark’s   

Love song

S.G. 4/12/2015

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Candy Cotton Moon

I want to take a trip somewhere that is fun
 
 where the grass goes on forever here with plenty of room to run

 And land along the way as I tire, I want to be able to take a break
 Licking on  giant lollypops sitting by a chocolate lake


And when the wind starts to blow
 Inside the gingerbread house is where I will go

And then as the sun starts to shine:
Will you take my hand, and say you will be mine

We can spend all night getting lost in a peppermint lagoon
Until You finally kiss me underneath the candy cotton moon

 Then we can just lay down in a sugar field bliss 
 Sharing candy coated kisses in a heaven like this

S. G. 2011

( I own the words of this poem, but not the photos)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 17th
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Oh blarney
Blow me over'
Tis already
March 17th

Get out your green
Let out a scream
Hurray for March 17th

If Irish blood run's through you
It's a pleasure to have knew you
three-cheers for March 17th

All sorts of Green Beer
Bringing tons of Good Cheer
Thank Heaven's for March 17th

A four leaf clover
Is hard to find
But luck of the Irish
And you will be mine

For Irish Blessings
Teaching Irish Lessons

Kiss Me

Tis March 17th

S.G. 3/17/15

( I only own the words of this poem , not the pictures)

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The Beauty of Ireland Shared with You

on this St. Patrick's Day ( I do not own any of the photo's shared with you today)

 Cong Ireland

 Dingle Village, Kerry Ireland

 Blarney Stone

 Ireland Nature's Beauty

 

 Fit for a King/Queen

 

 So Beautiful Ireland

Hope you enjoyed your journey to Ireland with me :) on St. Patrick's Day 2015

                                                

 

Who was St. Patrick


Much of what is known about Saint Patrick comes from the Declaration, which was allegedly written by Patrick himself. It is believed that he was born in Roman Britain in the fourth century, into a wealthy Romano-British family. His father was a deacon and his grandfather was a priest in the Christian church. According to the Declaration, at the age of sixteen, he was kidnapped by Irish raiders and taken as a slave to Gaelic Ireland.^[12] It says that he spent six years there working as a shepherd and that during this time he "found God". The Declaration says that God told Patrick to flee to the coast, where a ship would be waiting to take him home. After making his way home, Patrick went on to become a priest.

According to legend, Saint Patrick used the three-leaved shamrock to explain the Holy Trinity to Irish pagans.

According to tradition, Patrick returned to Ireland to convert the pagan Irish to Christianity. The Declaration says that he spent many years evangelising in the northern half of Ireland and converted "thousands". Tradition holds that he died on 17 March and was buried at Downpatrick. Over the following centuries, many legends grew up around Patrick and he became Ireland's foremost saint


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The colour green has been associated with Ireland since at least the 1640s, when the green harp flag was used by the Irish Catholic Confederation. Green ribbons and shamrocks have been worn on St Patrick's Day since at least the 1680s.^[19] The Friendly Brothers of St Patrick, an Irish fraternity founded in about 1750,^[20] adopted green as its colour.^[21] However, when the Order of St. Patrick—an Anglo-Irish chivalric order—was founded in 1783 it adopted blue as its colour, which led to blue being associated with St Patrick


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The Wearing of the Green is an Irish street ballad lamenting the repression of supporters of the Irish Rebellion of 1798

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The Wearing of The Green
version by Dion Boucicault (1820-1890)

1. Oh! Paddy, dear, and did you hear
The news that's going round,
The shamrock is forbid by law
To grow on Irish ground.
Saint Patrick's Day no more we'll keep
His color can't be seen
For there's a bloody law agin'
The wearing of the green.

I met with Napper Tandy
And he took me by the hand
And he said "How's poor old Ireland?
And how does she stand?"
She's the most distressful country
That ever you have seen,
They're hanging men and women there
For wearing of the green.

2. Then since the color we must wear
Is England's cruel red
Sure Ireland's sons will n'er forget
The blood that they have shed.
You may take the shamrock from your hat
And cast it on the sod,
But 'twill take root and flourish still
Tho' underfoot 'tis trod.

When the law can stop the blades of grass
From growing as they grow,
And when the leaves in summer time
Their verdure dare not show,
Then I will change the color
I wear in my caubeen,
But till that day I'll stick for aye
To wearing of the green.

3. But if at last our color should
Be torn from Ireland's heart,
Her sons with shame and sorrow
From the dear old sod will part.
I've heard a whisper of a country
That lies beyond the sea,
Where rich and poor stand equal
In the light of freedom's day.

Oh, Erin! Must we leave you,
Driven by the tyrant's hand?
Must we ask a mother's welcome
From a strange but happy land?
Where the cruel cross of England's thralldom
Never shall be seen
And where in peace we'll live and die
A-wearing of the green.
http://www.nationalanthems.us/forum/YaBB.pl?num=1127242361

 

 

 

Have a Happy and Safe St. Patrick's Day

A Night's lullaby
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Moon beams dancing
On the ground

Star's out brightly
Shining Down

A breeze blows softly
whispering a tune

A subtle chorus

For a wolf in the distance
Howling at the moon

crickets serenade
As two antelopes misbehave

Cool, crisp, air
feel the stare

An owl perched
high upon a tree
looking down at me

Who, who
Could it be?

Off in the distance
hear that sound?

As the thunder crackles down

Streaks of lightning next appear
Time to head out of here

The rain is on it's way
blessings of new growth
To dawn's early day

Until we meet again

whisper's softly

Good Night ,
My Friend.

S.G. 3/16/15

                         

A fun write for a mundane Monday

 

 

 

Mud on Tire's
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*
Hop on up
Jump inside

Love to take you
For a ride

Weather just fine
After the rain

Hello, I am Sandra
What's your name?


Nice to meet you
Enchanted to greet you

You sure are cute!!
and I'm really digging
those cowboy boots

Guessing your new to town
Cause I have not seen you around

Would of noticed You
In a flash
With eye's like that
mmm what a catch

Must be over 6 feet tall
Lord have Mercy
Help us all

Forgive Me ,
I don't
Mean to flirt

Ready?
To get this Chevy,

Stuck In
 Some
Dirt!!!!

S.G.  3/16/15

 

 

 



Beautiful Day

                

 Beautiful Day                                                                                                  

                                                                                                   

                                                                                                      Mountain's painted

                                                                                                     With

                                                                                                     Flowers delight

                                                                                                      What a beautiful site

                                                                                                    Gentle Breeze

                                                                                                     Causing a rippled bay

                                                                                                    Oh what a glorious day

                                                                                                    Sun shining bright

                                                                                                    Awaiting the night

                                                                                                   So the moon

                                                                                                   Can come out and play               

                                                                                                 As the sun sets West

                                                                                                Quietest times

                                                                                                 I like best       

                                                                                                Kneeling down to pray  

                                                                                                 Giving thanks

                                                                                                   To the Lord      

                                                                                                    Up above

                                                                                                Blessings of

                                                                                           unconditional love

                                                                                                   And

                                                                                        Another Beautiful Day

                                                                                                          S.G. 3/14/15