Pretty Doll

You saw me sitting on a shelf, a pretty little doll

I could tell a tale and twirl and dance, I could do it all

I was enchanting to your eyes, compelling to your mind

Entrancing to your whims, I was your greatest find

And so you pulled your wallet out, and waved your platinum card

An easy million dollars for your dancer, muse, and bard

Look around, you see my shelf? Clearly I don’t care for wealth

You dress me in the latest fashion, but money cannot buy you passion

I’m sticky in your moneyed web, helpless in your shopping cart

But learn, before you run your card, that money cannot buy my heart

Put me back upon the shelf, there to sing and dance

To weave my rhymes and tell my tales, until I find my true romance

Bright Were the Dreams, by Christina M

Bright were the dreams that we had in our youth

Tall were the tales we told, flirting with truth

Up to the stars we raced, flying so high

Reaching out hands that we touched to the sky

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Life hit us hard with the hardship and pain

Clouds covered sun with their storms and their rain

Old warriors sing now of glories and scars

Rainbows spread hope and they point to new stars

Fallen Angel

Angel, you lived in joy and love
In your Heavenly, peaceful cloud
They gave one rule, just don’t look down
The only thing you weren’t allowed.

And still, Dear Angel, you inched to the edge
Darkly drawn by foolish caprice
You dared a glimpse and in a flash,
Tumbled from your Heavenly peace

A whirl, a blur, of wing and heel
You crashed amidst the flashing lights,
The noise, the colors swirling bright,
A veritable siege of tempting delight!

Now hedonism fuels your day
While I kneel in my church and pray
Your faith is women and finest wine
So what do you see when you look at mine?

You live in shadow, your sins are extensive,
Yet still you watch me in my pew
Your eyes on mine, apprehensive
My Angel, I turn and watch you, too,

My Fallen Angel, clothed in black
Your wings a dark and sooty hue
And yet your heart still strains for God
The peace you lost still calls to you.

Ripples, by Christina M

I watched the swan

Placid on the water

Unmoving.

Yet ripples spread around him,

Circles spreading out and out

Until they touched a mallard

Who turned and looked and swam.

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Not a motion from the swan was seen

But something changed around him.

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I watched the old woman

Placid in her pew

Unmoving.

Yet ripples spread around her,

Circles spreading out and out

Until they touched a tired young mother

Who turned and smiled, and stopped to listen to her child.

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Not a motion from the woman was seen

But something changed around her.

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I watched a young girl

Placid on her park bench

Unmoving

Though she smiled as she fed the birds

And ripples spread around her

Circles spreading out and out

Until they reached a grieving child

Who stopped his tears and watched the birds.

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No gesture, no word, from the girl was seen

But something changed around her.

Little Way

How life changes when we understand this and live it! Thank you, D!

Among the Dead: A Pair of Triolets by Christina M

I

I walk alone among the dead

In ordered rows of grassy green

Each in his silent marble bed.

I walk alone among the dead

I see the ways their lives have led

The wisdom gleaned from all they’ve seen

I walk alone among the dead

In ordered rows of grassy green

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II

Among the dead, I walk alone

Listening for each silenced voice

Recalling lives that blazed and shone

Among the dead. I walk alone

Above each withered, weathered bone

Each lived his life, each made his choice

Among the dead I walk alone

Listening for each silenced voice