Poetry Blogs (HARMONY)
Nicola Beckett on The Wisdom of Cats (1 hour ago)
I will miss music most,
when I leave this life.
Yes, I will miss family,
friends, spirit guides.
But words, set to melody,
is champagne for my soul.
between the lines
makes me high on life.
It's a magic carpet ride
to the other side,
where angels annoint wounds,
dreams circle the moon.
Long live music makers,
I love you!
Tuesday 9th June 2020 5:55 pm
Can you hear me
on this crowded
Is the earth turning
beneath your feet?
Let poetic music
drown the chaos,
set your spirit free.
No more worries.
Friday 20th March 2020 7:07 pm
Where is the magic?
We all start out knowing magic.
We are born with hurricanes and whirlwinds,
oceans and galaxies inside us.
We are able to sing to birds and read the clouds
and see the destiny in grains of sand.
But we have forgotten the magic
and we feel without compass, alone and desperately,
only selfishness, only pain, fear and darkness.
But, magic of love has nev...
Sunday 25th August 2019 4:33 pm
You came in to this world
with enough light to find
your way out of the dark,
enough kindness to save a soul,
enough love to shift a planet.
Don't worry, you are enquipped
with all you could ever need.
Look with in,
you are drenched in magic.
Saturday 24th August 2019 9:27 pm
I pray that I get to see the day. When we all stop the hate. We need true leaders to lead the wayyy. Who's going to step up to the plate? Step up before it's too late. Sometimes I feel like Iam going insane. Feel like iam going to brake my brain cus it's overflowing with pain. Only Love,Unity,Harmony, and Peace; Will relieve the tension that's causing the migraine. The enemy likes to play mind gam...
Sunday 17th February 2019 8:28 pm
Their voices harshly clash
and will not lie calmly
or rest in our ears
They rise loud over all else
and do not fall to our key
but strike out at us
Our song is raised joyously
and the harmonies sing
of the love we know
We have our air so their words
smash and fall to the ground
they do not stay in sight
Thursday 26th April 2018 4:16 pm
I fancy the setting here is the House and Gardens of a very large Stately Home of England.
The Harp and the Fountain
Plucked by tumbled fountain waters, arpeggio
harps cascade clear and bright, flow
smooth as polished marble by Michelangelo.
Above, drawn by light, Heaven's trim barouches glow
dream-like through veils of rainbow'd mist,
arrow South a skein of Tundra S...
Wednesday 7th March 2018 1:01 pm
Gently caressed by the breath of the breeze,
branches sway atop tall lofty trees.
Restless leaves, to gnarled fingers, cling
wondering what freshness the new day will bring.
Hopping about on long leafy arms,
fluttering feathers displaying delicate charms.
Beautiful songbirds sing out their sweet melodies
in the grand performance of natures sweet harmony.
Sunday 7th June 2015 10:17 am
Way passed the sleep hour.
I stand surrounded in surreal stillness.
This moon shy night admits no ray.
Penetrates my mind. A church bell chimes:
And the deadly silence strikes
That deep dark hole of the head.
Nothing is awake.
Yet, something appeals. I know it is out there.
Minutes tick by.
Tuesday 9th September 2014 5:14 am
To sit here and quietly reminisce,
is to kindly blow our history a kiss...
A kiss is fondness sent to embrace,
a darling child or yet my lovers face...
My lovers face is mine to gaze upon,
and feel the warmth I've known so long...
I've known so long about this wicked world,
where we wish to see the peace flag unfurled...
The peace flag unfurled would make so much sense,
Tuesday 4th June 2013 6:38 pm
You are my summer river giving me my lifeblood.
I am your field of life and together we shine
like all of its flowers. No one else is like you
and they can’t give me all of that you can.
This is a special thing, what we have between us.
It is so important, like the fish to the sea.
We both want no other, only ourselves in lasting harmony.
Thursday 27th October 2011 9:41 pm
No need to respond
Purity found in clear blue air
Sunshine on freckles and wind in my hair
Breathing in deep
Clinging to emptiness
Found on the brink
To talk is to torture
You butcher my peace
Thursday 6th October 2011 11:30 am