A Call To Write


Before me set
A tablet and some pens
Fragments of tales
Bounced around in my head
Clouds blanketing the sky
Moments weeping by
Someone distantly saying hi
Circling sayings mustering in
All forming a sensible wordage
I pick up the pen
As the words flow
Onto the pages
A pleasure to write
Grateful for being
The vessel, thank you.
By Pauline Harris


The Oil Lamp


Along the path to the market
In the window stood the lamp
Up high on a massive stool
There for all to gaze and view
I know not what brought me
To this point but destiny awaits
Desiring more than my dreams calling
And yet knowing only three wishes
Are all I can have granted
Tricksters along with Genies will confuse
Anything and everything I will desire
So the idea to formulate wishes
For the best outcome becoming true
For many past promises go unfulfilled
And many more prevented by others
I wish my blessings upon
Each and everyone of those who
Take the time to care, to inspire,
To encourage, to teach, and above
All these to respect others
I am eternally grateful…blessings
By Pauline Harris

Fly Anyway

So often we are given into
What we are taught to see
But when we begin in heartfilled
Views, listening with heart within, learning
From each other instead of dictating
What to believe, allowing new ideas
Allowing new breathes of joyous laughter
Taking to flight fantasies of spirit
Creating wondrous innovations improving living relationships
Allowing all to breathe in joyneys
Blessings granted to heartfelt believers who
Allow all to live in unity
…by Pauline Harris


Shadowed Love

Waiting for so very long
Someone will come along
Find me here, be true
Who can this one be
Flicks of laughter crack the code
Screaming silently of whispering wind
Gentle angel tears guide the path
Genuine smiles warm my heart
At home in these arms
Filled with grace and gentleness
Respecting each other, we walk on
Through the misty fogs of uncertainty
Onto the path dreams foretold
Freedom at last with company
Thank you my friend, my heart to be
…by Pauline Harris


Shadowy Faces

Only glimpses of each person
Do we see, seeking their own story
They each describe one incident
In clear detail from one perspective
Although another will tell it differently
Each lived their lives similarly
However their vantage point differs widely
So the stories they tell and live
Are true to each of them
At that particular moment
For the story is ever-evolving
As each moment creates new perspectives
With each new breath one takes
…by Pauline Harris


The Delicate Rose

Once many years ago
A boy, I liked gave me
This one delicate rose
Although he just liked me
As a friend, he thought it good
To give such a gift
And it was. I learned much
From that rose gift
Of courage to be a friend
Of beauty and of caring
Of letting go of my whims
For the sake of something greater
Time has passed and we departed
On our separate ways
But no doubt, I still think of him
Now and again, the noble rose
He gave me and the humble heart
I learned to keep
Friendships have meant much to me
Grateful for each of them
The gifts we give go beyond words
…by Pauline Harris


Aura of Angels

A simple smile
Whispers momentous joy
Reaching the hearts
Of millions in one gesture
Spreading comfort to all
And them continuing the journey
Peaceful times unfolded
Warmth and laughter ensued
Singing and dancing
Sharing meals
Powerful presences
The angelic blessings
…by Pauline Harris

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