Wrappers strewn about the floor
A tree with leaves moulting. So dry
An assortment of gifts scattered about
The floor while children scamper about
Merrily ripping paper of packages

No other day would anyone be so happy
To see a house so messy.

Merry Christmas All :P

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Hello there

Hello there friend.
Use your time to be happy
You are a walking marvel
You have n equal
You are unique, ireeplaceable.
Did you know that?
Why aren't you surprsed?
Why aren't you glad, astonished
about yourself
and about everyone else
you know?
Do you think that it's so natural,
so obvious,
that you are alive,
that you can go on living,
that you are given time
to sing and dance,
and to be happy?
Why then lose your time
in senseless pursuit
of money and possessions?
Why make a rowd of worries
of tomorrow and days after tomorrow?
Why quarrel, bore yourself?
Why drown yourself in empty amusements
and then sleep when the sun shines?
Take your time quietly and be happy

Time is no speedway

between the cradle and the grave

but space

to find a place in the sun

Hello there by Phil Bosmans.

Cheers and Waiting

Healing Poet

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It's been quiet lately. Like the calm before a storm or something (lol). Well don't feel bad. Seriously. You shouldn't :)

After all, If you need to talk...

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

A note that brings longing

I wrote this for a competition. The theme was "make me hear music"

It won honorable mention.

Listen to me as I play your song through

Minors of heartache, through majors of

Love. Every string I pluck, every note I

Play, is meant to how you what I want,

What I cannot say.

Sing with me as I play your tune out in

Soft and sweet chords, and sadness

Without. Every beat of your heart, In

Sync with this song while we hear the

Rich tones, with feelings so strong

And when we reach the end, let me

Play your lullaby. Each note, black or

White, is like saying goodbye. Each

Key brings tears, each tear, a memory

Always remembered, always a story.

Cheers and Waiting

Healing Poet

Tears of a garden

She is standing in the garden, looking around
Her, but not seeing. Listening around her, but
Not hearing. She's numb to the world, numb to
Everything. Slowly at first, then all in a torrent,
The feelings, the emotions return.

She holds it together at first. She's good at it. She
Has to be. But after a while, memory after memory
Hurt after hurt, she starts to break down. She can't
Hold it in. Slowly, the tears start to fall. Slowly, she
Lets herself get lost amid the current of strife.

She nearly falls. She would Have if not for arms that
caught her. She looks at him,Tries to look away, but
he catches her face gently inBoth hands. He sees eyes
that shine despite the Tears that pool in them, stares into
eyes that speak volumes despite being silenced by sobs

To him, shes beautiful. She may not think so, but he
Wants her to see. Wants her to see what he sees, that she
Is worth every bit of effort. Worth every tear she shed,
Worth every word she spoke, worth everything. He looks
At her while she looks at him, niether finding words.

Soon, her tears are not the only ones falling. Heaven itself
Begins to weep in sync with her. Huge cold drops of rain
Descend upon the garden. She lets go of him reluctantly.
He is reluctant to let her go. She runs to the door, fumbles
With the key. She unlocks it goes into the house and locks up.

She can't cry anymore. She's let it all out. But that does not
Stop the pain. She peeks through the window. He's still
Standing there. Being soaked by the rain. She sees him shiver
She is torn between letting him wait and letting him in. She
Is scared to let anyone else enter her last sanctuary.

Outside, He smiles despite himself. He would rather choose
To wait than force it upon her. As the rain soaks through his
Shirt, his shoes. Everytime he falters, he reminds himself of what
he said, what he meant. He reminds himself why he is doing this.

Because she is worth every drop of rain that falls.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

Penny for my thoughts

I saw the post. I've moved on,
but I haven't forgotten
Nor will I ever forget.

Cheers and Waiting
Healing Poet

One for me, One for someone else

One for me

The Magician

Black suit, white shirt
buttoned down just a few,
just enough to tease
the ladies

His coffee eyes twinkle
with mischief as he strides
up the stairs tonight
once again

White teeth, blindingly so,
an enigmatic grin
to engage and enamor
the audience

The Magician.
He's the star tonight.


One for someone else

Guardian Angel

Slumped against the wall of her room, staring
At the scene before her. Clean bed, neatly
Arranged books, they don't show the real her
The room is too stark, does not reflect the chaos
In her heart. She just wants to break free.

She's losing it, slowly but surely. Like a tap when
It's just been turned off, the water starts to drip
Slower and slower. Till all that is left is the echo as
Each drop hits the bottom of the sink, as it slowly
Slides down and disappears into the abyss of her soul

Every minute, every hour, a little of her wastes away
Into nothing. She 's running out of time. She doesn't
Know what she's waiting for. She slowly sinks lower into
Depression. She's about to do something she knows she
Will regret. She can't help it. It's calling to her.

She's about to start, her arms start to shake, when firm
But gentle hands hold them down. She looks up to see him
Looking at her through warm eyes. She knows he caught him
Knows he should be angry, but he's not. He simply brings her
Hand up, he gently kisses her wrist. He knows how she's suffering

He sits down, slowly pulls her towards him in a soft, gentle embrace
She clings to him, not desperately, but with relief. He feels the
Desperation coursing through the both of them. Two wings on his back
Fold neatly around them like a blanket, protecting them from cold.
He should be in heaven, but he fell from grace a long time ago

He is her guardian angel, just as much as she is his

Cheers and Waiting,
Healing Poet