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Poetry from Joan Beebe

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WHY ME?

There are so many times in one’s life

When we quietly murmur “Why Me?

Complications, frustrations and worry

Seem to take over our lives and

Depression sets in.

We must remember that we are not alone

In how we feel.

The world today is full of negative images and writing.

How much more do we need to take hold of our own

Self in a determination to bring thoughts that are positive.

We are thankful for the gifts we have been given

And take in the beauty that surrounds us in nature.

Healing does not take place overnight but as we

Take one day at a time and look at a beautiful sunset  or

Perhaps an aura of a rainbow stretching across the sky,

We look to our future with strength of mind and the knowledge

That there will be brighter days ahead.

Poetry from Joan Beebe

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A Heavenly Night of Beauty

It is a warm night with a cool breeze –

The air is filled with the scent of newly cut grass.

In the sky the moon is aglow with light flowing into

The darkened sky and lighting up the heavens.             

Many stars in the sky are twinkling and seem to

be dancing  in a waltz of joy.

Clouds are lazily floating across the sky

Creating an unreal luminous veil as they

Drift towards an unknown destination.  We

Gaze at the heavens, and let our senses

Beguile us into a dreamy state of mind.

The night has caressed us with its touch to the

Senses.  We embrace this night of beauty and

It will remain in our dreams forever.
Hearts That Are Broken

Sadness may fill a heart with longing —

Longing for the sound of a baby’s laughter

Or the sweet chirping of a bird outside your window.

Sounds of nature bring a pleasant relief to a

Heart that is feeling so alone.

One’s heart is so entwined within our emotions

And we need to let the purity of nature

Fill us with  joy as we immerse ourselves in the

Gifts of nature’s beauty.

Then our heart will know the peace that comes

With becoming a part of nature’s delight.
What is the use and Who Cares

A dark winged bird flew to me

With a stark and frightening message.

My precious was leaving me and a

Knife tore through my soul.

My emotions became that of anger,

Jealously and hopelessness.

Where do I go and what will become of me.

My days became those of despair and melancholy.

My nights are sleepless and my mind goes crazy.

In all this despair, I began to want to end this agony.

My thoughts are still with this idea and one of these

Days, I will be no more.

Where do we go

There is a saying about “any port in a storm”.

When our lives become like the rough undulating

Waves of an ocean—

We try to smooth our own waters of

Frightening peril and dangerous moments.

We cry out into the darkness surrounding us

Because we don’t know the way.

Suddenly we see a light illuminating this

Darkness.  We begin to realize that we

Have found our port in the storm.

Our faith in that light has brought

Us safely home.

 

 

Poetry from Joan Beebe

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TRAINS

There is something mysterious about hearing a train,

Its lonesome whistle in the middle of the night.

You wonder if it is full of passengers traveling

To places unknown to you.

Though the train is traveling quickly,

The sound of the wheels on those tracks in the night,

Seem to lull you into a sense of yearning.

Sometimes, you wish you were on that train on a journey

Taking you to adventures so exciting.

Exploring places about which you only have dreamed

You will ride through mountain passes and forests so grand

As well as the flat prairies of the mid –west where

The horizons stretch endlessly into the distance.

Listening to the sound of that train brings visions

Of exotic places too beautiful to describe.

Your longing increases and you run to your window,

Its lonesome and mysterious whistle is quickly fading.

The night is suddenly over and the bright

Rising of the sun wakes you to another day.

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STORMS

Suddenly it seems so quiet.  The birds have stopped chirping,

No longer do you hear the rustling breeze through the trees.

Now we notice the sun is slowly fading and quickly

Darkness enfolds us in its eerie and encompassing determination.

Everyone is wondering when suddenly a thunderous boom is heard and

Streaks of bright light emanating from them are whip lashing in

Jagged forms across the sky.

The wind has become a gale and the rain falls in a cadence of dance,

Pouring itself out in a rhythm of its own.

You watch at your window at this splendid display of nature’s fury.

It seems dangerous but still you are frozen in place.

Nature, in all its magnificence is putting on a display long remembered

All is quiet now and the sunshine brings forth

Beauty in the sparkling raindrops on trees.

Children laughing and splashing in puddles they see.

A spirit of peace dwells within us and we know

That, once again, Nature will cause us to stop and wonder.  

Poetry from Joan Beebe

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A PEACEFUL WALK                

A renewal of spirit seems to take place

While following a path along a meandering brook.

Walking through a forest of beauty and serenity

One’s mind is filled with the sights and soft  sounds

Of nature’s  peaceful  surroundings.

Time stands still and you are enveloped

Within the outstretched arms of  trees as if

Welcoming a friend,

The brook we follow has a sound of its own –

Like a beautiful melody of joy.

For a few moments, one is mesmerized

By the feeling of being one with the

Natural  rhythm  of a forest so alive.

As the brilliant sun sends its golden rays

Upon the canopy of green above us,

One hears a quiet whisper of this forest –

It is the gentle wind flowing through the trees

And sheltering us as we end our Peaceful Walk.

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Poetry from Joan Beebe

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A PEACEFUL WALK      
          

A renewal of spirit seems to take place

While following a path along a meandering brook.

Walking through a forest of beauty and serenity

One’s mind is filled with the sights and soft  sounds

Of nature’s  peaceful  surroundings.

Time stands still and you are enveloped

Within the outstretched arms of  trees as if

Welcoming a friend,

The brook we follow has a sound of its own –

Like a beautiful melody of joy.

For a few moments, one is mesmerized

By the feeling of being one with the

Natural  rhythm  of a forest so alive.

As the brilliant sun sends its golden rays

Upon the canopy of green above us,

One hears a quiet whisper of this forest –

It is the gentle wind flowing through the trees

And sheltering us as we end our Peaceful Walk.