tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6870882887827817482024-02-07T14:24:55.668-05:00Poetry by Georgia AngelThis is a blog dedicated to my poetry (christian/religious/inspirational, love/romance, every day living, my daughter).Georgia Angel Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17340140375664229483noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687088288782781748.post-37850748095708369552011-01-03T14:23:00.007-05:002011-01-03T15:58:30.414-05:00We Live<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d193/mzaada1/holybible.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px;" src="http://i35.photobucket.com/albums/d193/mzaada1/holybible.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >We Live</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We live each day</div><div style="text-align: center;">By God's word, we obey</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our strength comes from within</div><div style="text-align: center;">By God's grace, we are forgiven our sins</div><div style="text-align: center;">We live our lives</div><div style="text-align: center;">By God's will, we will survive</div><div style="text-align: center;">We live for our children to teach</div><div style="text-align: center;">By God's wisdom, they will be reached.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We live to see the Promised Land</div><div style="text-align: center;">By God's love, we'll take His hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We live to one day look upon His face,</div><div style="text-align: center;">By God's wondrous presence, we will take our place.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(31, 31, 31); ">© Karen ~Georgia Angel 1/1311</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br />...<br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367507416930184178" /><!-- br--><!-- br--><a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&add=http://ga-angel-poet.blogspot.com"><img src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" /></a><br /><br /><script src="http://static.ak.facebook.com/js/api_lib/v0.4/FeatureLoader.js.php/en_US" type="text/javascript"></script><script type="text/javascript">FB.init("350d60e95a52c6ef7fa4ce24d2eca83b");</script><fb:fan profile_id="147534293832" stream="" connections="" width="300"></fb:fan><div style="font-size:8px; padding-left:10px"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bonaire-GA/Poetry-by-Georgia-Angel/147534293832">Poetry by Georgia Angel</a> on Facebook</div><br /><br /></div>Georgia Angel Poetryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17340140375664229483noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687088288782781748.post-59255943360311889672011-01-01T03:09:00.000-05:002011-01-01T03:09:19.908-05:00Hello 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIh6Tv_68nPQb7kJTkiAgWtbATQ1GBcYVRX3DjGx3VdjXFodF0YEpQqHG0vsa4pAX4zITjg86gwrJlGBEMUQUdZXXVfhmgm6mTcwpK-I7RGgrH4AKOYbcAIBnmGv1WiQArcFStOsfRWB3/s1600/IMG_5588.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaIh6Tv_68nPQb7kJTkiAgWtbATQ1GBcYVRX3DjGx3VdjXFodF0YEpQqHG0vsa4pAX4zITjg86gwrJlGBEMUQUdZXXVfhmgm6mTcwpK-I7RGgrH4AKOYbcAIBnmGv1WiQArcFStOsfRWB3/s320/IMG_5588.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Oh New Year Two Thousand Eleven,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm so thrilled you are here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Goodbye to the past year,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Focus on the future is to be given.</div><div style="text-align: center;">No sadness, no tears,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A relief from old fears.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I see a new journey,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To renew faith and hope.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Armed with a new desire to cope,</div><div style="text-align: center;">A new day is before me.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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The 4 corner pieces are family, children, marriage and God. The end pieces in between are for our hopes and dreams creating the bond that holds together the corners and building the foundation to connect to the other pieces inside our world. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Our church family is holding the center together, providing fellowship, comfort and support. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Other pieces branch out into our community, volunteering or socializing, helping others fit into their puzzles. </span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">In another direction, we piece together the education of our children -- teaching them academics, morality and ethics, and guiding them spiritually. Teaching them how to build and bond their own puzzles of life.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Even further around is our extended family -- parents and siblings, aunts and uncles, and cousins. We are caregivers to them all in one form or another, and we connect just like the puzzle pieces.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Some pieces share the history of our life, that part of us that made us who we are.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Other pieces spread throughout are the strangers that we meet, people passing through, maybe someone searching for the pieces of their puzzle.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">We are constantly searching for new pieces that fit -- maybe connecting with our online buddies, or long lost friends. </span> </p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Always sharing the pieces of our lives with another, proving Gods will intertwines his love for us each day.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">On a daily basis, God guides our hands, searching for the pieces that fit, slipping them together and smoothing out the bumps and bulges making sure the pieces lay flat and snug.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">One day, we will look at the completed picture and God will be standing by our side. The picture will be perfect and we will know we have arrived through God's will, guiding us so that in the end, we can see the complete tapestry of our life in all its glory, strongly holding together.</span></p> <p><span style="font-family:Georgia;">Take each new day, or each new event, or a new friend, and share the bonding of your puzzle with them.</span></p></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367507416930184178" /><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&add=http://ga-angel-poet.blogspot.com"><img src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><script src="http://static.ak.facebook.com/js/api_lib/v0.4/FeatureLoader.js.php/en_US" type="text/javascript"></script><script type="text/javascript">FB.init("350d60e95a52c6ef7fa4ce24d2eca83b");</script><fb:fan profile_id="147534293832" stream="" connections="" width="300"></fb:fan><div style="font-size:8px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369786163248646210" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her fingers are gentle</div><div style="text-align: center;">As they brush my cheek</div><div style="text-align: center;">To leave the imprint</div><div style="text-align: center;">Of a kiss so sweet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxqt_IoX4Pat5xBsVYhW_CNoOgeOPAGGm6oH9BzqxGD92bKfHKWPIP_O4C2bJHwnMpSMyFbrS3hXUlkUUqhim7Zk_vNHHBsw897-B5lxO2F8_wpgPGWF9y9km5E4ZJ_dkAJOygJPiR3Q_M/s400/HPIM1424s.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369786818978849506" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My child's hands</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reach out to greet</div><div style="text-align: center;">With only a trace of shyness</div><div style="text-align: center;">To those she meets.</div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUmgVjc0gRk3RKAnZAylZYch5XKho_5_O4us5YX554W1hMcjXqottYYhij6ySfp6ZJWjwda-C1x2dQ2TlLFehnP6YltLKrixzkQ6TCIiOQW3feYieEQMtIqKquXdPd9O97iMeDXt4J3k_Y/s400/HPIM1425s.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 374px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369787786153663938" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">A crooked pinky</div><div style="text-align: center;">She's not aware</div><div style="text-align: center;">She doesn't hesitate</div><div style="text-align: center;">To wave in the air.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1xRSBKzC3nFJkd1ZUYCpB0kIDn0H7iktuXzRJd-j_aflQyou2_pgi3oyZqYTNA8UFas_IqyXhRnjOmC0VjTw8XIhC0aC3-tCNzB61KfsHPz5I3FcuxNtGJ4eWwGMmEApR8ZSSsajsZ-wr/s400/HPIM1427s.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369789953805133490" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My child's hands</div><div style="text-align: center;">So small in mine.</div><div style="text-align: center;">As we walk together</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our steps keeping time.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinEHjG8JEvNX_NJWWPuub7Spoeppq2O-R91qmOW-7CV6BWSFYTXOzg8OafzMg04iCNldW4v5aWLEDQBPjmiTM03Jy-mCHU_n7uV3ZFyv82m19Bf0lIU3qLELXAVWV77RzMPT0RBQDisKqz/s400/HPIM1428s.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369792728662953570" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her fingers, smooth as silk,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like fragile flower petals,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rests softly in my hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So tender, sweet and gentle.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheia6I74UptoWec0RCET2Kmnosi09PsCqHQGyrOO031WcDVf_gvI-NomGz7UDHh8LmPlSYcktbmQHNVjPEj05gxvxqxDMYvoTVDaLy_Kf1I_iv_jjJBmAU9rv7KfEz_3COL-HDpoAo9X5C/s400/HPIM1429s.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369791145357797794" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My Daughter's hands,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Precious gift given to me,</div><div style="text-align: center;">To care for, to cherish</div><div style="text-align: center;">A treasure to my heart will forever be.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Karen ~Georgia Angel 8/13/09</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; 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She was not looking forward to getting out of bed on this particular day. It wasn’t really a day of special importance, but it was uncharacteristic of her not to hop out of the bed before the dawn, with a smile on her face and a song in her heart. She gave a half-hearted stretch, rolling from her back to her side and peeped at the clock. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she pushed up in a sitting position, and hung her head. Her long, auburn hair fell forward across her shoulders and she impatiently pushed the strands back behind her right ear.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dacey enjoyed her life. She had a fantastic job, earning a good wage, and her co-workers were pleasant. She did not have a steady relationship with any one man, but she occasionally enjoyed an evening of dinner and a movie with friends. Divorced long ago, with a grown son, Dacey had settled in her mind that she was not in the market for a permanent, long term relationship. She had single friends, and married friends, and enjoyed their company equally. She felt they enjoyed her company as well.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dacey had not slept well, which was unusual for her. Sleeping a good eight hours at night had always been something she could count on. She would fall asleep the minute her head hit the pillow at night. Her friend, Felicia, on the other hand, might get 3-4 hours sleep at night. Felicia was a quiet, unassuming person, but she had a sparkle about her that made you notice her. She was intelligent, but not very outspoken and was sometimes regarded as a recluse. So, Felicia’s brain ticked constantly, rolling with ideas and thoughts and plans, and she had a harder time getting her brain to shut off at night. Now Dacey understood how Felicia felt every morning. She would definitely be viewing her in a different light from now on.</div><div> </div><div>She shook her head, as if to clear the cobwebs, and rubbed her face with the palms of her hands. Dacey stood up and headed in the direction of the bathroom to start her shower.</div></div></div><div><br /></div><div>from the <i><a href="http://www.ageorgiaangel.com/blog/?p=141">archives</a></i></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367507416930184178" /><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&add=http://ga-angel-poet.blogspot.com"><img src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><script src="http://static.ak.facebook.com/js/api_lib/v0.4/FeatureLoader.js.php/en_US" type="text/javascript"></script><script type="text/javascript">FB.init("350d60e95a52c6ef7fa4ce24d2eca83b");</script><fb:fan profile_id="147534293832" stream="" connections="" width="300"></fb:fan><div style="font-size:8px; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367507416930184178" /><br /><br /><a href="http://technorati.com/faves?sub=addfavbtn&add=http://ga-angel-poet.blogspot.com"><img src="http://static.technorati.com/pix/fave/tech-fav-1.png" alt="Add to Technorati Favorites" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><script src="http://static.ak.facebook.com/js/api_lib/v0.4/FeatureLoader.js.php/en_US" type="text/javascript"></script><script type="text/javascript">FB.init("350d60e95a52c6ef7fa4ce24d2eca83b");</script><fb:fan profile_id="147534293832" stream="" connections="" width="300"></fb:fan><div style="font-size:8px; padding-left:10px"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Bonaire-GA/Poetry-by-Georgia-Angel/147534293832">Poetry by Georgia Angel</a> on Facebook</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-687088288782781748.post-597287161531582922009-08-14T01:00:00.006-04:002009-08-14T01:00:05.752-04:00A N G E L S<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrzPo8RbMrUuJaBjz4wSfarBL8g045coe-Ca62MeV_u-OCUV_yU39a3U8Z3B7P88nxl-d9ckHCYuAxTkvhMU4RYBOnNnbUYlALxGIUblYqwlsowK0U6bHswALqeNAU0VUgsOo_WdW_U8t/s1600-h/angel01.jpg"><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 305px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHrzPo8RbMrUuJaBjz4wSfarBL8g045coe-Ca62MeV_u-OCUV_yU39a3U8Z3B7P88nxl-d9ckHCYuAxTkvhMU4RYBOnNnbUYlALxGIUblYqwlsowK0U6bHswALqeNAU0VUgsOo_WdW_U8t/s400/angel01.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367824359670914994" /></a><br /><div><div>A whisper in the air</div><div>Nudging a wisp of my hair</div><div>Gentle words enter my soul</div><div>Everlasting thoughts to make me whole</div><div>Love fills my heart</div><div>Showering my life for a new, fresh start.</div><div><br /></div><div>© Karen ~ Georgia Angel</div><div>5/22/07</div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">from the <i><a href="http://www.ageorgiaangel.com/blog/?p=15">archives</a></i></span></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBV9VGXv1ez2d4dmxIMk65d9mpgTtx1d6_YbMLf_Lv7OxGvFDOi2m9-e2DJsb9sSojoYHY8faRGF7_6rc3j9rdbT6yqtDYhQ4BCbW8lX-09exEVSbzvqRZobtIOd5hj7IGKspe4069juv/s400/image50.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367821898412870114" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div>As I wander on the beach</div><div>In the sun’s fading light</div><div>My mind refreshes</div><div>And my senses delight.</div><div><br /></div><div>I stop to gaze</div><div>On the horizon afar</div><div>And try to reach out</div><div>For the first bright star.</div><div><br /></div><div>I close my eyes</div><div>to feel the breeze</div><div>Stirring my hair</div><div>And feeling at ease.</div><div><br /></div><div>I dig my toes</div><div>In the sand deep</div><div>Where the days warmth</div><div>Begins to seep.</div><div><br /></div><div>My ears turn to hear</div><div>Waves rolling on shore</div><div>And rolling out again</div><div>My cares to be no more.</div><div><br /></div><div>I find a quiet place</div><div>To watch for the moon</div><div>And settle in to listen</div><div>To the ocean’s unceasing tune.</div><div><br /></div><div>Settling over the waves</div><div>Is the moon light ray</div><div>Sending away my cares</div><div>To a watery grave.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can now return</div><div>To my home and rest</div><div>In blissful slumber</div><div>And feel ever so blessed.</div><div><br /></div><div>© Karen ~ Georgia Angel</div><div>4/24/07</div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">from the <i><a href="http://www.ageorgiaangel.com/blog/?p=8">archives</a></i></span></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifgzrKFpjN2RI82_0VqoWd3vP4Bw5yEKQBKC72i933QHag9mchtfvfzi2gO41tY877LrGJqYf9zMvv09rdLNhd91NwfFfHPbAu7d91RKVraspdQsYQq1tyGZv4LdJ-9BnR5DPUGysg-VbI/s400/poem04-image06.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818828790408578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Pretty hat, white gloves.</div><div style="text-align: center;">All dressed up</div><div style="text-align: center;">to greet the Spring.</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jjp8WlbULIkBEH3aVfJGUa4WXxwtMAAMNwNsvzJdngS33CfXzfJat8A3lQzjorl_XtpVgOkTCOTs7_9HAHXkL6QCKsgyy0-u7wMY3n_qwHfLTGxGbb4eKmp6iB7Gg7pg8ZhPY2JmPX-L/s1600-h/poem04-image07.gif" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-jjp8WlbULIkBEH3aVfJGUa4WXxwtMAAMNwNsvzJdngS33CfXzfJat8A3lQzjorl_XtpVgOkTCOTs7_9HAHXkL6QCKsgyy0-u7wMY3n_qwHfLTGxGbb4eKmp6iB7Gg7pg8ZhPY2JmPX-L/s400/poem04-image07.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818648155048786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">See the wildflowers</div><div style="text-align: center;">dressed in orange</div><div style="text-align: center;">dancing in the sun?</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOXA4Tb2xZWAMtSyrERseWqQKYZYmqTK8U-677U42R1Y5ZoBSdkmJSsua1bfczbdtao7D2ZGHH1TVySUP3cwyc0iWMzTr9Ma0momxwpkHSsP2vVrGNxBQWsbIT_IMX8M6Bp6ZOjIT9hJD/s1600-h/poem04-image08.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 212px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOXA4Tb2xZWAMtSyrERseWqQKYZYmqTK8U-677U42R1Y5ZoBSdkmJSsua1bfczbdtao7D2ZGHH1TVySUP3cwyc0iWMzTr9Ma0momxwpkHSsP2vVrGNxBQWsbIT_IMX8M6Bp6ZOjIT9hJD/s400/poem04-image08.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367818066575420418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">Frilly dress, pink shoes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Twirling and laughing</div><div style="text-align: center;">oh, what fun</div></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vE8GLLzdE9xBO58RvyYzhks_43DTs4HPU-xfgrDEhIeFxIu57HeL5Hig9vF7TyjngGd3jQdTLyGzsR7mMixe5olGm8HF7vTb0VO7fq5IPTQNtcsydizgkjIe2R-hufjXetw54EmbYGNl/s1600-h/poem04-image09.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3vE8GLLzdE9xBO58RvyYzhks_43DTs4HPU-xfgrDEhIeFxIu57HeL5Hig9vF7TyjngGd3jQdTLyGzsR7mMixe5olGm8HF7vTb0VO7fq5IPTQNtcsydizgkjIe2R-hufjXetw54EmbYGNl/s400/poem04-image09.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367817617441968434" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div>© Karen ~Georgia Angel</div><div>May 1, 2007</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">from the <i><a href="http://www.ageorgiaangel.com/poetry/poem04.html">archives</a></i></span></div></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu8kaVNwC60cCuDZ8iQVTGEDUAss74pzDqXTv5XGow2KRaX781i6DHLAKRcTyrYkzKZTsYhhc86OT2DVgW8eIQ9LDgGkfuL9rfn-vFLiiytpvfzbaN8AgKEJGKEhj4mU-vSu-K4GPgOz7Z/s400/dol-header.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367798383638219186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My empty heart for so long</div></div><div><div>Fearful to ever beat strong</div><div>Seeming to always fill of echoes</div><div>Of love lost and in repose.</div><div><br /></div><div>Dreams of a wondrous lover,</div><div>In my mind’s eye do hover,</div><div>A man shining with love’s light</div><div>Loving arms to hold me tight.</div><div><br /></div><div>Honest, trustworthy, and loyal</div><div>Make me feel as a princess royal</div><div>Gazing into his eyes</div><div>Seeing my soul therein lies.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hearing whispers of romance</div><div>My body is in a trance</div><div>Kisses rain ever so gently</div><div>Blood pounding so intently.</div><div><br /></div><div>Awakening with a shiver</div><div>Passion fire like a river</div><div>Dying out like the wind</div><div>My heart empty, once again.</div><div><br /></div><div>© Karen ~Georgia Angel</div><div>2007</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">from the </span><i><a href="http://www.ageorgiaangel.com/love/love2/love2.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">archives</span></a></i></div></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL_Ams9n1yppPLqFuUe6NeCMMTG5LrTnE4Z6RtB5KGNsiIHQPl_gGhFZy2xkNTw9imG5vy6yUU3XUSS-r9ZAagA7zT2UZS8T0rwMMCL3YyFRYbVgP3NQ7SH0HtsZ5HYjga9rNwMMVWmiy/s400/pol-header.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367796885245637858" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div>Two lonely hearts beating out of time</div><div>When we met, your heartbeat matched mine.</div><div>In words to each other, We dared to confess,</div><div>Wonder and surprise that a true love so blessed</div><div>Has our hearts now and forever intertwined.</div><div> </div><div>Our reason for living, for our souls to exist,</div><div>The promise of our future, So hard to resist.</div><div>In sunshine and in starlight, a life together,</div><div>Always in our heart, Today, tomorrow, forever.</div><div>In breathless anticipation of sealed with a kiss.</div><div> </div><div>We share dreams and hopes, express joy and delight,</div><div>A lifetime between saying good morning and good night.</div><div>The language of love notes communicate honor and respect</div><div>And it brings to mind, a reason to connect</div><div>Bestowing a day of remembrance smiles and brilliant light.</div><div> </div><div>Poems that have been read, the singing of words in a song,</div><div>Gives emphasis that we will always truly belong</div><div>One to another, seeing in the shining glow of our eyes</div><div>The reflection of the heavenly clouds and skies.</div><div>Another promise of a precious gift ever lifelong.</div><div> </div><div>You write your vow of your life and love to me</div><div>In return, I'll share this walk with thee.</div><div>No more to dream of longing for love</div><div>Because you are the one I only think of.</div><div>With no better word to reflect on, than "we".</div><div><br /></div><div>© Karen ~Georgia Angel</div><div>2007</div><div><br /></div><div>from the <i><a href="http://www.ageorgiaangel.com/love/love.html">archives</a></i></div></div><br /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh07m-c93wb3lJf_MOeao9z3tUe3vpy2jh56hpb_sySHFdphJcK2sCnZbvWCNBJsa8Bu6e1HaKtXTwb2oL5wEoA2Bm25m0wx86DQ1hQf5oQ9XEkeVT_j7Pkx8yBm-LndzS5jrUxrJwEj83s/s320/karen-gaangelsig.gif" style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 237px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367787740453970434" /><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">I swing her up in my arms so that we see eye to eye,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And she throws her arms around my neck, squeezing me tight.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Her face beams with a smile so wide, stars twinkle in her eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hear her sweet voice murmur “Mama, I love you”.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX5wbHfamgxSnBQLqtqLguYXI8ZbE1L-K5TBejiuAympYe7fAwkInXYUSKAUoHZ8CKsmKuhrTA4feSYNaGH8DpkxqK8k_bgQi4UZhXGFXR-B5rxz_6wcF2L-vVrGAZVnr5718tishzjEfD/s400/Leah-August2006.jpg" style="display:block; 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font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><b>9-11 American Remembrance</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our darkest tragedy</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our deepest fear</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our loved ones lost</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our burden to bear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We now stand guard</div><div style="text-align: center;">Free, brave and tall</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sheer strength of will</div><div style="text-align: center;">We will not fall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our soldiers now in battle</div><div style="text-align: center;">With faith we pray</div><div style="text-align: center;">Their life they pledge</div><div style="text-align: center;">Kept safe each day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We remember this time</div><div style="text-align: center;">With flags flying high</div><div style="text-align: center;">We keep the faith.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This nation shall not die!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">© Karen ~Georgia Angel 9/6/07</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZUphE1gpymJS3prNrh8uH_u9_XgHpjUszqILyiRrNYHEYL7H5U6Xlq8QOd_OXhAXiExZ5F-jQBTMAlKdgPh9IJ5I9O2f4RZPy5ZLVZLcUW2y-oXptog_YC8-gb9MyBIKcH6xcBgBv7Bjy/s400/Awakened_Giant.jpg" style="display:block; 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