Saturday, December 8, 2012

~Quiet Storm~

Into the life of a quiet storm;
A never-ending wistfull mourn-
Darkened crevices black and crude.
Lost in an endless solitude.
A cry from valleys low and somber;
Heart wrenched tears in every chamber-
So silent weeps the broken dawn
And time is destined to carry on.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

The Think Tank Thursday #97 Playground



A Child


The dance of a child is a joyful sight;
With limber leaps all day at play,
They try and reach the highest height.
Full of energy they break away.

The song of a child is full of delight.
All their cares are cast away.
With voices full of sweetness invite;
Sounds of happiness throughout the day.

The mind of a child is always bright;
Full of wonderment and dismay.
A question for everything in sight;
From a rainbow to the Milky Way.

The heart of a child is a precious light;
Full of innocence in every way.
Yearning to be taught of things upright;
In their playground of learning everyday.

Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Tackle It Tuesday-"Magnolia"





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Ancient genus tree
Long before the honey bee
Beautiful to see

~~~

Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr





Thursday, May 17, 2012

Cascading Fountains Flowing Down Majestic Mountains

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                       Caressing liquid begins to pour
                       Avalanching patterns releasing more
                       Springs washing down to the valley floor
                       Channeling and trickling into open streams
                       Atriums for gathering of drink offerings
                       Descending over solid rock formations
                       Islands soak in welcomed celebrations
                       Nestling the landscape in natures’ fun
                       Glistening from light reflecting the sun

                                                 ~~~

                        Filling jars from the gushing faucets
                        Opulent floating dishes there for banquets
                        Ultra pious rains, they dance in garnets
                        Nurturing every creatures thirst
                        Torrents of jetting waters burst
                        Ancient ruins decorate the gardens
                        Interior courtyards are lovers’ havens
                        Navigating ripples for the lovely swans
                        Sculpted masks in the form of bronze

                                                ~~~

                        Frequent bathers bask in marble basins
                        Luxurious washing around garden fountains
                        Overcome by perfumed scented curtains
                       Waders relaxing under floral-herbed canopies
                        Intertwined in their ritualistic pleasantries
                        Nuances of emotion linger in the air
                        Glistening waters flowing everywhere

                                                 ~~~

                        Draping ornaments clyster all around
                        Overflowing life and purity surround
                        Wisdom and love from the arts unfold
                        New beginnings and stories yet to be told

                                                  ~~~

                        Music from natures’ soulful choir
                        Alluring the masses throughout every hour
                        Jewels of pure beauty giving of their light
                        Every color imagined for the eyes’ delight
                        Savoring images of wonderments galore
                        Taken to places all around every shore
                        Imaginable fancies create little heavens
                        Canals enclose spaces through paradise gardens

                                                  ~~~

                        Massive forces moving to a lonely beat
                        Ongoing regeneration giving off their heat
                        Unforgiving changes in a willful retreat
                        Never ending shapes along valley plains
                        Tracing the landscape and all that remains
                        Allowing its legacies a marking in time
                        Interwoven crevices there ready to climb
                        Now adorning the labyrinthine emblazonment
                        Sempiternal existence beyond the firmament

                              Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr
 

Monday, May 14, 2012

Haiku-Mask




Finger masks
Telling stories dark
Ancient dance
~~~
Wear disguise
Covered dancing cape
Hiding face
~~~
Ritual
Expressive power
Tradition
~~~
Mocked buffoon
Ceremonial
Theatre
~~~
Transforming
Specter nightmare black
Persona
~~~
Ancestor
Rite of passage shrine
Funeral


Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Searching

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr
In days that linger as the past comes creeping into the broken mind;
It seems hard to conceive in coming this far, trying to leave it all behind
how crushing images fade into the darkness of the vast open hole;
While a part is slowly dying, slipping away, becoming a lost soul.
Forever to embrace the longing that is gripping like a vice closing in and
unable to shake it off no matter how hard, trying every time to begin.
In days searching for an answer in something for the joy to come back;
Wondering when it was that it totally left and it all became black.
Was it something that was put far away just to keep or to hide?
Is it there to hold on to just to kill the inside?
If it can’t be remembered why can’t it just leave?
Why should it continue to suffer and bereave?
In days feeling lost like something dreadful is on the horizon and
while trudging on in this existence fighting through its depression,
Hoping that beyond this can be found something far better and
just a feeling of peace would make things so much brighter.
Always continuing on, realizing that nothing is as it seems but you
keep searching for a change in the future with hopes and dreams.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Once It Is Written

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

The writer takes his pen in hand; thoughts
flowing out on every stand. For power,
wisdom, love and pain; writing it down
again and again. Mere words on paper in
black and white; nothing is wrong and
nothing is right. It doesn't matter for on
any day the writer will have the final say.
Some would gasp and some will sigh, but
once it is written and time goes by; too
late to erase the final word. Generations
on will have known and heard what the
writer thought on that day and hour. To
the ones speaking did not go the power; for
they had to read from the written page. Even
the singers that sang on the stage; sang
prose from the poets who took pen in hand
with the words that's been written in
every land. As the writer speaks for
everyone; once it is written it's said
and done.
Copyright Ó 2010 Wanda Lyn Carr

What Will It Be?

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Do we capture the essence of soul in death?
Would a life have meaning after loss of
breath? What would you give for the love of
another? Is the sacrifice of hate worth
killing your brother? Can you see your
future in the light of a star? Will you
know if your end is near or far? In the
path of goodness are you tried for treason?
In your search for wisdom do you bypass
reason? Would tomorrow bring you your pot
of gold? Is sanctuary found in the ones you
hold? In the face of death do you see your
light? Does peace of mind mean more when
you're right? Can the heart of loneliness
make a sound? Is existing more than just
walking around? Are your thoughts as pure
as the day you were born? Is perfection a
vision that's shattered and torn? Will the
crucible in life be time that we spend?
What will it be for us all in the end?
Copyright Ó 2005 Wanda Lyn Carr

Life's Treasures (Bobbie)

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr


Given this day when your work is done; may
your mind in peace give way to rest-and
while you dream of your better days to come
you'll know you've done your very best.
Only you can know your limitations and how
far that you are willing to go. Giving in
free heart without expectations; your
rewards will come and they will grow. And
all your life's treasures will be yours to
hold. Forever deserving and peaceful friend
the good in this world to you will unfold.
If whenever you feel you just want to give in;
remember the kindness you'd always portray.
Through the mirror of your reflections
within, comes to you the beauty of a brighter
day. So rest, my darling, my beloved one-
and dream of your better days to come....
Copyright Ó 2005 Wanda Lyn Carr

Natures' Song

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

In the brightly lit forest that lies below
the redwoods and floral bouquets grow.
Wandering through its moss covered floor
with mists on its leaves from the rains
before; waters are streaming from its
running spring. Off in the distance the
sparrows sing. Sunlight beams dance upon
the trees. A soft wind whispers a caressing
breeze. The pale blue sky paints the
landscape; hovering with its cloud-covered
cape. At dusk the shadows sprint about...
dancing with the moonbeams no doubt. Night
closes in while creatures rest except for
the owl, perching his nest. An awesome
tapestry all its own; the forest itself
will not stand alone. Its fertile spirit
breathes life everlong, with the rustling
sounds of natures' song.
Copyright Ó 2005 Wanda Lyn Carr

Sands Of Time

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Oh will it be through de'ja vu in that I'd will to remember you?
How could you know how soon I would go
to drift among the sands of time;
Only to leave the shadows of the memories of you behind...,
In the back of my mind. Oh but only if I'd remained
maybe things would not have stayed the same.
For time has made us hard and indifferent
leaving each strained and alone;
only to say in our hearts what's past should be gone,
in love's we yearn..., in the lessons we learn.
Oh through the essence of dreams how you may creep upon night's hour.
Strange how the minds eye sees things as they are
and not what they should be; when I think I want to return
to the times we shared in wishful bliss...,
I realize it's only the memory I miss.
Oh the memory I chose that was not in you
and the truth was not there. I only knew and saw
what I wanted you to be which was not at all the reality.
I will still look for a dream through the sands of time...,
and find a love in the end that's mine.
Copyright Ó 2010 Wanda Lyn Carr

The Lake

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Crocodile with a smile crawling through wading weeds
in the shallow water surrounding the frogs on their
lilies floating haplessly around the distant foggy
air sweeping upward lifting like a mist from a recent
rain wetting all the tall cattails reaching high for
the sky as if they want to be in the clouds floating
casually by in the baby blue heaven kissing the
sunlight gleaming over the big white pillows holding
onto the next batch of water for pouring like a
bucket onto the crocodile with a smile crawling
through wading weeds in the shallow water...
Copyright Ó 2010 Wanda Lyn Carr

Chimera

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr      
                                 
She lies there in her tranquil thoughts
of endless feeling, and emotion covers
her like shadows in the valley below.
Lifeless she may seem as she welcomes
the moment of blissful memory only
she can know.
Her essence weaves itself through an
endless tapestry of color and image
she has created;
Everchanging phantoms surround her
caravan... exhilarated!
With voices resounding expressions
throughout her layer;
Fathom veiled, only bequested
by the sayer.
Her glory shines through the eyes
of the sculptress,
Superimposed by beauty, her
vision becomes endless...
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

The Guilty One

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

They chastise me with words of pain.
I refuse to cringe into nothingness.
My innocence stripped again and again.
Engulfed in the feeling of emptiness.
They don't want to hear the truth.
I have become their scapegoat.
Distorted versions dwell in the booth;
With those who will sit and gloat.
Sometimes oblivion comes over me,
Offering me languished for relief.
Despondency surrounds any remedy,
As I listen on in disbelief.
My accusers seem to be so sure;
To the ones who will decree
The fatal decision, I must endure.
Disparity of justice is gone from me.
My freedom seems so far away,
As the tormentor comes to tread me down.
Uncertainly surrounds me everyday.
For chosen I am, to embrace death's crown.
Copyright Ó 2001 Wanda Lyn Carr

The Cipher

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

One who hears without reception;
Voices surround from every place.
They speak with words full of deception.
Just filling up every empty space....
Whispers follow in the dark of night;
Squeezing life from the one who hears...,
Like spearing arrows in deadly flight,
With painful blows; opening many fears.
One longs for silence to hush them away.
Maybe it just wasn't meant to be,
For even through the light of day,
The darkness speaks to those not free.
Destiny could not be welcomed here.
And freedom had been lost....somewhere.
The one who was listening could not hear;
Their sounds they made when passing there.
Unrecognizable...,twisted and spent;
Voices were heard for all their good.
One had existed, came and went.
And no-one listened, nor understood.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Somewhere, Sometime . . .

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Maybe she . . . just for a second,
Would send a whisper to him and say,
Desire was there for him only to beckon,
Should he then steal her heart away?
If anyone falls, somewhere, sometime . . .
In the back of her mind
She'll see his face and hear his voice,
With every minute of time . . .
Printing his shadow against the wall of her heart.
It's just for her and only her to see. . . .
Dare he not feel or see the same as she?
She'd understand if he wills to be distant.
It's just her flight caught in an instant.
But she just wanted him to know
That she'll see men everywhere, every day.
Yet when she thinks of him, this she'll know . . .
It's been a long time since she's felt this way.
And if anyone falls . . . it will be him she'll see,
Because she'll see him as she did that day.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Night Sky

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Crimson and blue is the twilights hue;
beckoning forevermore my soul into
it's hidden beauty...
Enhancing the dusk with it's blanket;
hovering over all the mounds of my
sphere where I am anchored.
Seeming to become as the watery deep-
Descending into waves and mists darkened
to the color of purple.
Glistening swirls of light flicker in
various design beyond the crescent moon.
Luminous grey forms subtly drift across
the canopy-
Glowing a light-colored pink...
Waning the dawn of morning.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

The Night (Silence Creep)

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

When light grows dim.., will silence creep...
Your memory lingers in the night so deep.
The essence of you comes drifting in; breath
of your spirit fills me within. Into the
night-where shadows trace, I'll follow you
to your secret place. I'll walk with you into
passion's fire... You'll be my heat and sole
desire. Your prescence only, is what I'll
hear; forevermore-I'll hold you near. You'll
never leave this heart of mine. The night
will hold your memory in time. Oh, my love,
my beautiful one; You'll never know just what
you've done. No-one else will ever touch my
soul. To love you only-would make me whole.
If the shadow of death would steal you away;
Deep in my heart and soul you'll stay. Your
memory will linger in the night so deep
When light grows dim..,will silence creep....
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Evanescence (the flight)

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Flood of memories come again; take me back to
the river's end. Where on a bright and sunny
day, nothing harmful came my way. Upon these
banks and on this shore, I'd wish to stay
here evermore. It's here I played as a little
girl; by the trickling waters I'd dance and
twirl. Let tomorrow be unheard of, because
my heart was full of love. For all of beauty
was everywhere; I'd soak it in with none to
spare. All the birds would sing to me, when
I stood nearby the great oak tree. I'd pick
flowers all day long; skipping to my happy
song. So take me back and let me spend
another day at the river's end. Let my heart
just float away... again to a peaceful,
happy day.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Tread Lightly Here

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Passing through this veil of mine; you'll
see the darkness begin to shine. The Spirit
of Emptiness takes it's hold; and there the
Phantoms begin to unfold: Haunted by this...
constant sorrow; fleeting hours pass through
tomorrow. Hoping for this to soon be over;
nothing left now, for me to cover. Nights so
long it feels like death.. endless sighs fill
every breath. Longings fill up my every pore;
rocking my soul to the very core. Believing
I can never know; to love my life or let it
show. The laughing heart will ever be;
something I may never see. Strange and
distant I have become; as if my heart were
made of stone. "Tread lightly here," I've
said before; and then I turn and close the door.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Salacity, (unfaithful lover)

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

In the valley of confusion you will stand;
Making deceit your pride and glory. Boasting
your craftiness at the turn of a hand, for
you have perfected your story. You'd go
where angels fear to tread; shear boldness,
through fire and rain. Allowing debauchery to
lie in your bed; stopping at nothing to seek
your gain. Taking it upon yourself to play
"Master", of things you can't understand.
Justifying blame when you've brought disaster
To your roaming there is no end. My heart is
darkened by your face. Your prescence here is
hard to bare. Take your lies and leave this
place. Where you end up, I do not care. Your
weak excuses just wear me down the pain is
too great, and pride is gone. My love is
exchanged for something unknown. Forgiveness
for you... there is none.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Cinderella Syndrome

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Maidens come from far away
to meet their prince of a brighter day.
He walks with pride in valiant armor
and he becomes their sacred charmer.
His words grow strong like looming towers;
they'll listen to him speak for hours.
Like a politician straight from Mars;
he promises the moon and stars.
Blankly staring in a daze-
they wonder how he got that gaze.
Because he is so big and strong;
they follow him everywhere all day long.
They do not heed the warning token;
that their glass slippers can be broken.
For in one sunset evening came
dark stormy clouds - down pouring rain,
As chivalry leaves right out the door -
their prince rides off.., forevermore.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

Mystic Visions

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr


Candlelit reflections through crystal
glass-mirrowing image of flame in the eyes;
Lucid shadows in renaissance pass into
tender expression-illusions surmise.
Captivating potion dominates the air;
carressing the spirit of insistance,
Continually overtaken in a sigh of despair,
successively defying resistance.
Awed by the masque and the thesbian-
Powerless and withered in subversion,
parodoxing shades of color and light
looms through depths of coercion.
Mist-colored spirals surround the room;
as artistic deception takes hold-
of willing victims who lose heart and soul
in the dark of forboding gloom.
Through mystic visions,'behold a mirage,'
As reality descends in the shadows; and
dancing devils of hearts espionage-allures-
with secret desire into the flame.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

False Hope

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr


A false hope is just what I have to know-an
emptiness is laid out and bare. The gifts you
bring are but tiny fragments, like dandelions
drifting everywhere. Just take this flame
from off this candle-the only light left in
the room; diminish its fire and disguise the
shame of faith in a love forever doomed. In
the back of my mind, I wish for a time as I
sit in the darkness so quiet-that I could
take back my soul, by making it whole-and
give it its own will and light. But in this
second when time stands still, this flame you
light and put out at will-makes the weight of
my heart so heavy on me, yet I carry it in
silence because, you see-this burden you've
placed you won't lift, I know. For to ask,
it's too much for you to do so. I'll just
drift like the dandelion petals in the wind
blow... And a false hope is just all I have to know.
Copyright Ó 2003 Wanda Lyn Carr

LQQKING

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

What seems to be the matter, can't find what you're looking for?
Maybe if you look hard enough it'll show up at your door.
With all of your good fortune it might fall right in your lap;
Now wouldn't that just be a hoot and can you imagine that?
Ah, but let me guess, it must've slipped right through your hands;
But if and when you find it you can bring in the marching bands!
I hope that you don't wonder when you're sitting by yourself-
How choosing, taking down and putting it back upon the shelf;
Could make much of a difference while your changing up your mind
With all of your indecision I'm sure there must be plenty of time-
To figure out exactly what you've been looking for all the while.
It would have to fit a special mold of course and be a certain style.
Ah, let's see, you might have lost a feeling or maybe even two-
But then again you might not even have any, or do you?
You might find it on a pedestal somewhere high, way up above-
Then it might be worth some extra time and effort to keep hold of.
Somehow I can't imagine how it could've slipped away;
You always seemed to be so good in keeping it at bay.
Well if and when you find it and for your sake I hope it's soon;
No need to be wasting so much time just barking at the moon.
Copyright Ó 2008 Wanda Lyn Carr
-selbesyn

In My Oasis

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Looking out now into my vast ever changing horizon I begin to see the mystery that surrounds me as I partake of the steamy air washing down onto all the wilderness awaiting me.  I am not afraid.  As a matter of fact I am going to enjoy the release I will partake of during my spiritual journey.  I welcome it.  This door I will open is going be something in the way of  a lifelong learning experience for me.  I know it.  Now will be the determining factor that will be the answer to whether I intend to make it or not.  Then I will know.  It’s up to me now.  No one is going to help me anymore.  No, not this time.  I should know all the answers to all the questions that I will encounter during this journey for I have been taught well.  I have no excuses.

“The Friends”
I understand just what it means
Just the way it all should be
You only have to look around
To see the love of ‘Jah’ abound
Copyright Ó 2011 Wanda Lyn Carr

To a Daughter

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

I’ve always treasured your loveliness and happy laughter in my heart your presence warms my soul - you- with wisdom beyond your years.
You’ve come to know how the pain of this life can sometimes be unforgiving yet you can trust in God to relieve your many fears.
Always you have given me a reason to hold on to something bigger than myself and you give me brightness in the cold dark night.
Forever you will be the blessing of love to anyone who will ever know you and you will always be the one who shines in the light.
Love your life with all its freedom and never forget to be thankful for every breath then you will always have the wisdom to care.
You are loved with a love that no other can ever surpass in this lifetime and no one could ever hold - you - this precious gift of mine that I have to share.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Distant Traveler

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Time expanding, endless time…
Loving life and living free
Peaceful days and joy sublime
Carry me away with glee
Granted though, I’ve traveled far
And felt the pain of suffering
My heritage, a Morning Star!
Michael’s rite - A peace offering
Knowing flesh with skin and bone
My servitude was all but vain
I am the blessed and chosen One
So all can live and breathe again
A Specter’s flight on wings of grace
Shedding blood for mortal sin
Grasping the everlasting embrace
Of righteous, divine, virtue within
A name of honor and aureole
Millennium in Eden’s eternity
Spirit of vivification completely whole
E-lo-him and Elysium in Unity!
Copyright Ó 1997 Wanda Lyn Carr

Mother of Mine

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

I was still young the day you left.
I remember the things you told me.
I know the pain you had to suffer;
It’s why you couldn’t hold me.
You said one day we’d have a home
But you weren’t able to give it.
I knew that you were going away
And I didn’t want to believe it.
Even though we were far apart
And I never really knew you;
I held you always in my heart
And that seemed to carry me through.
I wasn’t prepared to know the loss
That I felt when you were gone.
Like an empty hole that’s never filled;
I became more lost and alone.
You were my world and I didn’t know it
And I needed you more than ever.
Funny how life can be taken for granted
Until it seems gone forever.
You never were what they said of you;
You couldn’t help that you were ill.
I understood and I always knew
And will forever love you still.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Treacherous Heart

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Deceitful one would guide me then;
To follow it now would be a sin,
I know this to be true because,
Everything it gave to me was false.
Trickery then became the rule;
When I let it lead me like a fool,
Mercilessness would seize the day;
As it lead me on and far away…
While it’s easy to believe its lies,
For it promises everlasting ties;
To fulfilled hopes and dreams galore,
It pulls me in then shuts the door.
In the dark I’ll search for light,
Only to know it’s black as night.
If I can somehow break its hold,
I’ll never miss the lies it told.
Allowing Wisdom in, then before long,
My inner peace becomes more strong;
As I learn Knowledge from above,
I’ll know the meaning of true love.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Love Rising

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Blazing like an ambient Sun;
Searing onward sparing none,
Deeply piercing heart and soul;
Having lost all self control.
Washing in like a restless tide,
Searching through the great divide;
For any eager open heart,
Willing to let it play its part.
Then before they realize,
There’s no room for compromise.
Caught up in the Rising of,
This crazy thing that they call Love.
Falling out of touch and time;
Feeling euphorically sublime,
Lost in blissful connotations;
Soaking in all of its sensations.
Always it will lift them there,
Through its grandiose love affair;
As reason takes a distant stroll,
They will lose their heart and soul.
Caught up in the Rising of
This crazy thing that they call Love.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Whispering Way

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Here I go again today;
Searching for that secret place,
Shadows coming out to play;
Quickly darting for the chase.
Now I wonder what will be
In that valley over there,
All just might be lost for me;
When I start to travel here.
Could it be that I’ll encounter,
Some tribal gruesome looking one,
Darting out from somewhere under;
The place that seems to have no sun.
Then there is that great big tree,
And creepily it begins to sway;
Always stretching out for me,
Like it’s going to take me away.
I know that I must keep on moving;
As long as there’s still light of day,
For the night is fast approaching;
As I travel through the Whispering Way.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Gathering

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

There is a place around the way
Where legends are born or so they say,
Like lingering shadows traced in time;
Seeking all of those who look to find-
They search for the lost and darling fair,
With lovelorn songs and long curled hair.
Never again to their dismay -
Will they be able to dance and play,
Like the lightning falling from the sky
They were gone in an instant, with one big sigh.
Never again to pass this way;
And all was lost in just one day.
Over the hills and meadows were growing,
A wind of change with no-one knowing;
Just how it all would soon turn out.
But in that day there was no doubt;
That everyone gathered in that place,
Lost their lives without a trace.
Just how or why no-one really knows,
But from that place a legend grows…
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Twisted Rage

Picture?type=squarebyLyn Carr

Like a mad dog they’ll lie in wait,
Full of poisonous venom and hate.
All the while they’ll want to pretend;
Of how much to you they are your friend.
Secretly they despise your very soul;
While they’re twisting and turning for full control.
They’ll boast and play every trick in the book;
While reeling you in for the final hook.
Pretending to have your best interest at heart;
Their goal is to own you right from the start.
It doesn’t matter what you say or want,
They’re always cool and nonchalant;
Making you look like you’re out of your reason.
It’s all about them no matter the season.
They are the ‘victim’ sometimes they’ll pretend
And to your madness there is no end.
They’ll lie and deceive in their dirty pool;
While laughing at you for being their fool.
It’s always a game that they have to win,
No matter the cost to you in the end.
The rules to them are always obscure,
They make their own of that they’ll be sure.
Beating you down with their rage every hour,
You’re just a pawn in their game of power.
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Capture

Writing is good for the soul my latest creation:
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Through flowing waves of crystal water the sun brightly glistens with just a glitter in the window of time; as tiny droplets of soft rain pellets land gently onto their surface in colors sublime,
Floral scents are blowing sweetly through the wind that travels over the watery deep; while softly passing by all the lovely winged creatures awakened as they begin to stir from sleep,
Rustling leaves in tall branches of giant prickly stalks standing dignified throughout the broadways upon the landscape; as gentle waves of water begin rushing over the tiny grains of sand like a massive cape,
Soaking in the rays of light are the ones joyfully playing all along the spacious shore; as the warmth of precious memories linger within this moment forever more.
Under the deep water canopy stirs in the distance a flowing existence of many colors and vibrant living beings; as colorfully decorated ships floating effortlessly above are sailing.
Lost in the beauty of a moment in time is everlastingly printed upon the minds of those sharing; as if a distant photograph is cherished in the essence of capturing - it can never slip away…
Copyright Ó 2012 Wanda Lyn Carr