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A Dream for Real….

This dream I had, was so incredibly real.

Just like hours before, your embrace I did feel.

You wondered why you feel,

the way that you do about me.

As usual, the answer,

was plain to see.

You told me you had,

such a strong urge to kiss.

We can no longer wait,

to unleash the passion we miss.

I awoke to realize,

it was all in my mind.

Your familiar expression,

was not here for me to find.

A dream or not,

this happened for real.

I guess it’s a reminder,

of all the things for you I feel.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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There’s Room in My Heart…

 

 

Just when I think I can’t fit one person more,

every tiny space filled,

from ceiling to floor.

One more soul seeking desperately to fit in

needing love and acceptance,

from a trusted friend.

My heart is full and is sure to burst.

But there’s still room left,

my lite’s motto and curse.

It’s hard to imagine leaving anyone out,

to love and to accept,

is what it’s really all about.

So my heart squeezes tightly

to make one more space.

For it is always open,

everyone has a place.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Imagine…

 

peacock vintage by Romany Soup, via Flickr very retro and so retro lovely

 

Imagine the world through another’s eyes,

those of a strange and peculiar one

that see things through a wider scope.

Where any and everything imaginable is possible.

Imagine those very same eyes,

staring and creating visions unique

multifaceted, supreme mystique.

New life born through those eyes,

that left you stunned and mesmerized.

Imagine a life materialized,

through hopes and dreams now realized.

Imagine the world through another’s eyes.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Image: Peacock Vintage by Romany Soup

 

 

Beyond the Surface…

Why don’t you take a minute and just say ‘hi’,

to the brother over there, barely draggin’ by.

 

Yeah, he’s beggin’ but don’t dog this brother out,

see, you haven’t got a clue as to what he’s all about.

 

You turned up your nose as if he were dirt,

he has feelings too, that you stomp on and hurt.

 

He has probably seen things that we can’t comprehend,

he has reached a rock bottom that doesn’t seem to end.

 

He’s only asking for a nickel or maybe a dime,

but you can’t spare a second of your precious time.

 

But I won’t turn my head when this brother walks by

I’ll take a moment to stop and say ‘hi’.

 

It may cause this brother to take on a different view,

about the road he is on and what he should do.

 

Sometimes, the slightest gesture can touch a person’s soul,

and restore some of the joy that fate has stole.

 

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

 

Terracotta Dreams

 

In the depth of slumber,

terracotta dreams flow silently into existence.

Aburst with a brilliance that burns slowly,

and without mercy, quietly and relentlessly.

Etching its presence deep within the recesses of the mind.

A smoldering reminder of the fine line

that exists between the conscience and sub-conscience.

Magnificent terracotta colors

seer their way through, blazing a fiery pathway

that leads deeper into this temporary place,

that only exists while asleep.

To awaken, risks disturbing

the unique tranquility of this colorful space.

The sweltering terracotta madness,

gathers one securely in its clutches.

An unsolicited hypnosis cloaked

in an undetectable disguise.

Terracotta dreams will overtake you,

the moment you close your eyes.

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

Image found at: http://etsy.com

 

 

Artistic Soul

This is a beautifully written piece which I have come to find is the norm from my friend Ishan. I would like to share its beauty with my followers. Enjoy!

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My soul is a great artist
Born with an amazing gift
Once in a lifetime talent
Trained for many years

With the paintbrush of passion
It works its magic with hues
Each stroke is a stroke of love
Colouring the world anew

With the clay of still quiet
It works magic with my hands
Patiently with the people
It sculpts hearts with Truth

With words full of harmony
It works magic with poems
Each word an inspiration
Filling pages with peace

With music within the soul
It works magic with rhythms
Each note creates a ladder
A chance to climb higher

I’m far from being special
Your soul is an artist too
Create from the depths of your heart
You’ll be amazed at what you can do

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