Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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She was a phantom of delight When first she gleam’d upon my sight; A lovely apparition, sent To be a moment’s ornament; Her eyes as stars of twilight fair; Like twilight’s, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From Maytime and the cheerful dawn; A dancing shape, an image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

Category: Poems

  • The Cheese Hunter

    Small frame. Furry figure. It’s the cheese hunter. Large eyes. Sparkling bright. It’s the cheese hunter. Paws rubbing. Making a plan. It’s the cheese hunter. Stepping forward. Reaching out. It’s the cheese hunter. Holding in its paws, It’s golden reward. It’s the cheese hunter. Nibbling contently. Gazing dreamily. It’s the cheese hunter.

  • Cheese Hunter

    Sparkling eyes. Wet nose. It’s the cheese Hunter. Tiny paws. Delicate ears. It’s the cheese Hunter. Cautiously creeping. Led by its twitching nose. It’s the cheese Hunter. Grasping its yellow reward. Nibbling away to its hearts content. It’s the cheese Hunter.

  • Love.

    Love isn’t presents. Love isn’t gifts. Love isn’t romantic dinners, out where there’s mist. Love isn’t roses. Love isn’t things. Love isn’t a big, fat, shiny diamond ring. Love is in your heart. Something you can’t see. Love is heartfelt, the best of the best. Love is always there, it never takes a rest.

  • Robbers

    Through the lasers, shining bright There it sits, lighting the night The gem is on its way to be taken, Hopefully with out it’s beauty shaken They slip between the deadly lights, Taking things without any rights In their grasp it sparkles and glows, How they got there nobody knows Once again they slip through…

  • Us

    Look at you, look at me, look at us……