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Saturday, December 30, 2017

WALKING IN THE AIR



                         
        Play song while watching the snowfall!!










The Snowman film....enjoy!

                       










 

                                        SNOW BY LOREENA McKENNITT


FALLING my birthday poem,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Dec 30th..................





Falling

I fell in love the day I was born
Like Elvis said "one frosty morn"
A winter's day nigh the New Year
And cried to find myself dropped here
From clouds of Glory, to Earth I came
To earthly parents and earthly name
I came from Heaven to find a place
And all my memory of there, replaced
I grew to find myself misfit
And full of wisdom, woe and wit
Feeling never at home on this round rock
And searching ever, it never stopped
Falling in love in the abyss of a heart
Reading the end of the story before the story would start
Looking for answers in the eyes of a stranger
Trusting in fools and dealing with danger
Falling and falling and falling, I fell
Falling from Heaven and falling through Hell
Loving the unseen and hoping somehow
I've fallen forever and I'm still falling now.


©by Voo
October 18, 2004
 12:15 a.m.





Friday, December 29, 2017

GAINS AND LOSSES






Gains and Losses


In the game of life, we lose a lot
Much more than we gain
And spend half our time out of our minds
And the other, half insane.

Our columns add up in tiny measures
But the minus columns are long
We hum our tunes about the moon
And never learn the song.

We walk the streets with solemn feet
And pass people we could love
But we don't have the time, we are so blind
To needs we don't think of.

Stock markets rise, stock markets fall
And we throw our money down
And riches lose or poverty gain
We swagger like a clown.

He who dies with the most toys wins
The saying goes today
But the winner loses all the same
When he throws his friends away.

And lovers come and lovers go
And people pass from Earth
And living flows so very slow
Between the death and birth.

We poets write in dark of night
Our prose for other's hearts
We see the love that others share
And of which we have no part.

And after death our fame may rise
And our verses published be
But the adoration given then
Our eyes will never see.

For poets only feel the losses
The suffering and pain
We do not know the face of love
Or blessings ever gain.

But if Heaven waits beyond the veil
As a reward for our trust
Then all our losses will fade away
And blow away like dust.

Perhaps this life was never meant
To be a poet's paradise
But through the preaching of our prose
Save other men from vice.

I cannot say, I do not know
I only know I yearn
To lose the losses and gain the gains
And to share what I have learned.



©by Voo 
Jan 6, 05

Sunday, December 24, 2017

CHRISTMAS EVE BLUES






Christmas Eve Blues



I spent my Christmas Eve 
Reading a book called
" Going Crazy"
And wondering if someone had snuck in
 While I wasn't looking
And written down my life story.

There on each page was a little tidbit about me
A little insanity, and a lot of sadness
I turned off the t.v.
' Cause every channel was showing fireplaces
And families and egg nog and Hollywood happiness
Tied up in red ribbons. It was absolutely depressing!
How can happiness bring you so much pain?

The frozen snow lay outside my windows like a blanket
And I watched the little birdies ice skating over the yard
In search of hopeful bread crumbs
The phone didn't ring
 And I knew it was you not calling
That's alright, I didn't expect any calls
I stopped expecting things years ago or allowing myself
To believe in Santa Claus or.... love.

The cat curls up beside me 
And purrs like a furry, little rowboat
His own feline way of telling me he loves me
And that he's glad to be in my presence........
Thank God for love in any form, I suppose.
(Sigh)






©by Voo
December 24, 2004 
12:30 a.m.

Tuesday, December 19, 2017

I WAS BORN WITH WINGS


















I Was Born With Wings


I was born with wings that were clipped from my young shoulders
After running wild and free on this grim earth
After two or three years of flying and living
Innocent and unconcerned with terrestrial things and human pain

The loss of my wings brought me anguish
And sorrow and heartache and terror
That would shadow me the rest of my life
And never let me know that taste of freedom again

Feet cannot be compared to wings
Feet can only run, they cannot soar
They cannot take you high above the clouds
Of despair and over and beyond the awful things
That wait in darkness to grasp your soul

Feet cannot outrun the thing that runs behind you
Or crawls below you or slinks in front of you
But wings! Wings can lift you up and away
To heights untouched by life's tragedies and hell's demons

Wingless now, I can only run and run and run
Run toward Heaven, where I've been told 
My wings are waiting for me.



©by Voo
Feb 12, 2005
2:30 p.m.