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I think what most of us tend to forget, Is creation was established for Gods will, not ours, Its learning to give to others what God so freely gives to us.

Wonderful... Bravo... I enjoyed this very much...Alisdaire

<a name="#one hundred fifty"> Shall Time Begin </a> It's like a long day that never ends as if something deep is so amiss that nothing fills the moment Nor can drift the tide to its shore. It isn't normal, this want That haunts the passage of time makes the mind but drift in thought To caress days g...

<a name="#one hundred forty nine"> Welcome to my world </a> Welcome to my world Enter this mind Draw up your chair look deep into these flooding pools and allow them to draw you deep Into this wild flowing world within me. Let me lead you beyond my spheres of dreams Into the faded realities of times...

<a name="#one hundred forty eight"> A Love Most Perfect </a> The night gathers fast to my bosom Feathers it's way deep inside my breath And finds it's surge through the pumping heart To fill these veins deep to her shinning Soul That liberates ever the constant embrace Of a love most perfect. Alisda...

<a name="#one hundred forty six"> This Dance called Life </a> Tired of the little inconsistencies that fill, those small questions that ever rebound Hum upon the inner ear, Driving the mind mad to the sanity The truth behind reflection The reality that binds the moment to Those little inner tears. I...

<a name="#one hundred forty five"> Fire Arises </a> The fire arises fast and furious the flames engulf Taking hold the silent moment To the quicken beat and flashing thought Till held captive within one's own pulsating desire It over flows to that deafening need That breeds deep within that souls vi...

<a name="#one hundred forty four"> Communion </a> We structure our universe here In the silent sanctums of conscious thought We cry from the shepherds fold The flocks of tribes of souls. Hear Us O Ancient whisper That has filled through time the dream That through the countenance we redeem The sacre...

<a name="#one hundred forty three"> Goat fell--- Isle of Arran Scotland </a> Bags no the irish Aran lol Goat fell, Arran The winds sweep the steep, steep sides where heather fills and bracken forms Between the ancient rocks and boulders vast That stretches up into the regal sky Like Giants of a nobl...

Winner: Poem of the Week: February 22, 2004 http://www.heinzs.poetrypages.com/images/at261.gif <a name="#one hundred forty two"> **Myths Of the Gael** </a> Who understands better than they Those Poets that have shared her promised gift Walked her lonesome shores, felt her morning call And blessed t...

<a name="#one hundred forty one"> William Butler Yeats </a> Farewell the hoped for wish the dandelion fantasy of the woods The falling waters cascading swirl Good-bye, Adieu, O' fairie's shawl, Where the butter cup rises and thereby sings The Sun's warm promise, it's divine kiss Where these fields g...

<a name="#one hundred forty"> All I wished would be </a> Here it be Little thoughts big dreams all uncertainty. We strive We build touching, seeking Hoping, dreaming. All pervading thoughts All cascading visions Every internal structure froze To the pondering hopes and feel. My words cry to the phan...

<a name="#one hundred thirty nine"> The Smile of our Fellow </a> What is left to be said when one has already made the outcome and tasted the fainted drizzle of faded words. I can't be other than what I am raised truly to feel and breath the life within I fade not from my ill's or wrongs but accept ...

<a name="#one hundred thirty eight"> If I Come To You </a> If I come to you would it matter how when twilight harbors Or as the Dawn breaks the silent now for you to feel me gather your form gently around till enveloped into parcel we lay without a sound. If I come to you in passions heat would you ...

<a name="#one hundred thirty seven"> The Longing </a> The longing how it passes with each moment tormenting me deep within begging me to enter awaiting my presence there. I bid the time await the second hand never does it continues its momentum through Rushing to fast for the heart to capture Till g...