Outwitted...

by Edwin Markham

He drew a circle that shut me out —

Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.

But Love and I had the wit to win:

We drew a circle that took him in!

Hope

When the rain keeps coming,
And good friends keep leaving,
Times are changing,
And hearts dangerously hanging,
Hope gets us through,
And helps us to do,
What we are called to begin,
And what we are called to finish.
-AMK

What Will Come?

There's a stirring in the air

On this lazy August day

i can feel it coming if i dare...

New and exciting in a way

Wait! amidst the wind...there it is!

The clouds darken together

More...a feeling more, but not of bliss

Strange how this feeling creeps over me because of weather

But i feel it growing stronger

In my soul and in my mind

Is it gone...or is there more

If i stay what will i find?

Maybe the skies are warning me

Of something that is to come

Cause the blackness is prevailing and i cannot see the sun

The trees bend their branches back and the wind doth hum

But here i still stand waiting to see what will

Come...

- CSL-

Pretty Times Gone

Where have all the pretty times gone?
The days were filled with jokes and giddy laughter.
I miss hearing the birds make fun of our careless ways,
And hearing our voices dance up to the rafters.

Where have all the pretty times gone?
Hand in hand, we drank from immaculate streams.
We disregarded all material things,
We played with words and we played with dreams.

Where have all the pretty times gone?
We basked in the light arrayed by the sun.
But when it rained we danced, exalting the heavens,
Letting the drops melt into our tongues.

Where have all the pretty times gone?
Where is the singing? Where is the sun?
Where is the rain? Where is everyone?
Where have all the pretty times gone?
They have left and we dance no more.
~Annie K. :)