Glory

Glory.

I stand strong where i stand i have given my all and made this
a much better world.
Winter is just around the corner and soon i will not bloom again for many months.
I will sleep here where i lay as though i were dead.
I hope they will remember me and not dig me up.
when winter comes i am barely a stick in the ground, from stunningly beautiful
blooms and shiny green leaves i become nothing.
I fight back but i must rest until spring.
I am stripped of everything that i am. One might say i am dead and then i rise again.
everything is taken from me then given back to me in one giant swoop when spring comes again.
You will see what i mean i will come back stronger and more beautiful than ever, my scent will
be strong you will take me into your home to fill your room with beauty.
by Gentine

The Life.

It is spring and through the dry barran soil rises tiny blades of grass.
Throught the tarmac on the drive crocuses push there pretty heads.
The dead looking trees and bushes spring to life with unfolding green leaves
and tiny flower heads.

The early spring rose that took a battering in the cold and wind is replaced by
another new flower. The ressurection and the life is there before your very eyes.
by tinegen.

poetry

The poems you read in this blog have been published already in my name and are subject to copyrights, if you wish to add them to anything ask for my permission.thank you.


No Regrets.

Do not be sad when i am gone no regrets my son.
You caused me so much pain but i loved you just the same.

Seek me where spring flowers bloom
Seek me in the summer sunshine.
Seek me in the gentle summer rain.
Seek me among the woodland trees and falling autumn leaves.
Seek me.
by tinegen.

uplifting poetry.

Spirit.

Spirit of the trees and meadows bring us all close together.
Close your eyes and you will see bright colours surrounding thee.
Down the garden as darkness falls stand quiet and see what befalls.
by tinegen.


Ponder.

No time to ponder no time to stare.
The more you rush around the less
time you have to care.
by tinegen.


Happiness.

Chase money chase whatever you will there is no promise of
happiness being part of your life.
Happiness comes and goes like an illusive butterfly.
You can look but you will not find it in the same place twice.
take it wherever you find it, grasp it when ever you can, for
it could be gone forever never to be seen again.
by tinegen.