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Mystical Garden

by

Sandra McDowell

There is a garden in my meditation that is magical
Mysticism and shadows so bright and quick
Fairy Princess is dancing in her array of silken colors
Elves playing games twirling around the room
Peace,joy and laughter abounds
Suddenly a Fortune Teller appears so wise
Tells all their futures gazing into her crystal ball so glazed
Happily they all begin to sing so loud
As the Gypsy leaves on a mystical cloud.
Unicorns gallop in so sweet and slow
Fire as the Dragons pass in hurried pace to rest
It's time for the animals to have their fun.
Gnomes come forth with Druids behind
Merlin is speaking wisdom to all who hear
In my Mystical Garden of mine.


Mind of a Poet

by

Sandra McDowell

Words swirling around in my head
dark or light
Should I write of life or being dead?

Love poems are exotic and sweet
love or hate
Hate releases anger so neat.

Fantasy poems of fairies and such
fantasy or reality
Reality can sometimes be to much.

The mind of a poet is a fragile thing
emotional or calm
We think and write what our spirits sing.

To think a person is always happy
happy or sad
Narrow-minded thinking quite sappy!!

The Mind of the Poet is an enormous Jigsaw Puzzle!!


Wisp Of The Willow

by

Sandra McDowell


Wisp of the Willow serene and soft
branches hanging like long feathered
fingers,
After the rain the beautiful smell of
the flowers around it lingers.

Sitting on a blanket beneath it's
outstretched arms so sweet,
Writing poetry watching the squirrels
eat.

Various kinds of birds singing soft
as butterflies dance about,
Listening to the call of the hawk
overhead as it shouts.

Wisp of the Willow where I can hide
from everything,
Take a nap go traveling while I let
my spirit sing.
Tranquility abounds within these branches
soft and low,
Enjoying nature with peacefulness to show.

Mother Nature has many of these hideout
spots if you will take time to look.
Who knows maybe in mine I will finish
my book.


Shadows Across Time

by

Sandra McDowell


Beginnings of many a mastermind
Have come from shadows across time
Little inspirations peeking in our
spirits
Small determined voices speaking ideas
sublime.

Masterpieces before us encourage our
tasks at hand
Artwork,Science,Writing etc.have left
journals in our minds.

From the days of Issiah to the pyramids
magical beauty
Adventures in archaelogical finds to
the space shuttle
All from shadows across time.

Do you ever wonder how you found
just the right word
Do you ever wonder how you shifted
a project in midstream
Do you ever wonder where that infamous
fountain of ideas or inspirations come from?

It is to my knowledge these gifts are
the knowledge of,'The Shadows Across Time!'


Moments Of Tranquility

by

Sandra McDowell

Moments of Tranquility
The essence of beautiful morning
confetti skies,
Eagles soaring way up into the clouds
to see what lies.
Moments of tranquility...

Rabbits in the meadows playing with
the butterflies free,
Dragonflies buzzing in their rhapsody.
Moments of tranquility...

Bluebirds on my porchrail sweet,
Slowly find a feast to eat.
Cardinals bidding a morning greet,
Allowing you to watch them from your
window seat.
Moments of tranquility...

Herbal essence lingers from the
mountains high,
Freshness in the morning dew as I
heave a sigh.
Moments of tranquility...

Allow Mother Nature to show you her
healing way,
I assure you such a Beautiful Day!!
For Her's is Moments of Tranquility...


Wisp Of The Willow

by

Sandra McDowell


Wisp of the Willow serene and soft
branches hanging like long feathered
fingers,
After the rain the beautiful smell of
the flowers around it lingers.

Sitting on a blanket beneath it's
outstretched arms so sweet,
Writing poetry watching the squirrels
eat.

Various kinds of birds singing soft
as butterflies dance about,
Listening to the call of the hawk
overhead as it shouts.

Wisp of the Willow where I can hide
from everything,
Take a nap go traveling while I let
my spirit sing.
Tranquility abounds within these branches
soft and low,
Enjoying nature with peacefulness to show.

Mother Nature has many of these hideout
spots if you will take time to look.
Who knows maybe in mine I will finish
my book.


Fantasy Voyage

by

Sandra McDowell

In a place surpassing time:
Running across the Milkyway
Star leaping consuming the
beauty around.

Longing to find the Man in the
Moon to see if he is real
Vacationing on planets vast
New life form I might find.

Riding a shooting star to
worlds unknown
Popscicle rainbows with an
array of splendor
Jigsaw puzzle clouds spouting
rain softly.

Escapading to Mars the firey
search in on
Maybe I'll wave at a sattelite
as I'm passing by.

Sacheting around as the earth spins
its axis
Bodies of water fill the voids like
paint splashes on a canvas.

Dancing with the Angels to a beat
of our own
Enormous Spiritual Warriors battling
through the realms
Enities origins unknown
Bright ships like colorful animal
crackers riding into space.

Just a fantasy voyage from another
wondering poet from the human race!!


Angel Watch

by

Sandra McDowell

Crystal castles in the sky
Rainbows colors spiraling down
Angels dance on marshmallow clouds.

Fragrance of roses fill the air
Birds are singing sweet
Angels play their symphony.

Children sleep dreaming soft
Laughter invades their minds
Angels gently kissing their cheeks.

Lovers hold each other close
Bonding passionate ties
Angels blow infinate love upon their hearts.

Spirits waltzing through the night
Warriors protecting their own
Guardian Angels never sleep!!


Mother Earth

by

Sandra McDowell


Did you know there is a
universe of possibilities here?
Can you open your heart to
help heal Her?

Beauty in abundance is surrounding
me from all sides,
Listening to the cries from our
Spirit Guides.

Destruction in mass is murdering
our nature fast,
Pollution,spray cans people littering
on the streets without care,
Learn about recycling if you dare.

Chopping down our trees in mass
quality for what?
Save some for our camping spot!!
Mountains being leveled by the ton,
What about Nature Hikes,rock climbing
or having fun?

Man will destroy Her if they don't
pay attention to what's going on here today.
She's nourished us,gave us air and
scenery to enjoy along the way.

Rivers and lakes being ruined by
toxics strong,
Streams and springs drying up and dying
cause someone did wrong!!

Please try to do what you can to help
keep
Her pure and clean,
Do not let Her end up like a bad void
futuristic movie scene!!

Love Her,nourish Her and give back what
She has given to us so free,
Beautiful scenery is where I want to be!!!


Midnight Meditations

by

Sandra McDowell

Another night of typing out my thoughts
my analogies.
Passion for writing has brought out the
flame of heat from within my soul ;
Spontaneous combustion could happen here for the longing to
write my
innermost thoughts could burn my brain
from passionate heat to reach someone
through words!!!
Flickering embers throughout the day of prose
of poetry
my memoir and anything else to share.
Upon the dancing from my spirit
to rhyme
to recollect
to just write meditations and
unknown reveries
causing someone to sing
to dance
and to enjoy,
But of all this to leave my work
as a passionate,heated
an embroiled flame
of the writer's wind of the moment_____
'Myself in Small Grandeur.'


Celebrate Your Magical Inner Light

by

Sandra McDowell

Surrender to your feelings of magic
deep inside,
Allow an explosion of searching to
come alive do not hide!

Take out the spiritual garbage
acquired through the years,
Banish all those painful hurts
not shedding any tears.

Love who you are and what your
meant to be,
Letting others have all the light
of love in your inner sea.

Customize your beliefs and faith
to a song you can sing,
Meditate more freely for peace
it will bring.

Enjoy the simple things in life
so precious and pure,
For celebrating your magical inner
light is the greatest cure!!


Blue Moon

by

Sandra McDowell

As I look out into the night,
Bluemoon is everywhere in sight.
Full and bright as a beacon for all,
What a beautiful sight against the
mountain wall!!

Bluemoon take me up into your spectrum
of glory,
Let me ride with you and create a new story.
Off into the clouds so clear,
Forgetting about all lifes drear!!

Pretending to be an Angel in flight,
Seeing MotherEarth with all her delight!
Flying with the nighthawks free,
Looking at the Owls to know what they see.

Bluemoon brings out the romance so true,
Maybe way up high I'll find my fantasy
lover with his dark majestic hue.

Or maybe my lover will sweep me off on
a cloud so soft,
To be swept into his heavenly loft!!

I will enjoy the bluemoon's magic
and spell,
Now I will end this fairytale!!


Illusion Of Eternity

by

Sandra McDowell

Bright, white light
have you come to rescue me?
Mirage of spirits have
you come to take me home?

Unsurmountable peace takes me
into its loving realm,
No pain,endless love.

Cheribums playing their
games so amusing,
Mom,is that you
so sweet and loving?
Dad,hey do they have
fishing up here?

Alas,Warriors ready to
protect us from those
pricipalities of Darkness,
Swords drawn in such
a valiant way.

Wait,I see Brandon
the littlest warrior
of all,
Died at birth but
Aunt Sandy's so proud
of you!!

But those words,oh my
those words,
'my daughter,
you are forgiven
and welcomed in.'

Rushing in to see all
it's glory so tranquil,
Wanting to be a Warrior.

Warm winds blow in
by my bed,so gentle,
Soft rain washes
my face.

How sad it is gone,
'The Illusion of Eternity!'


Visions Of Time Past

by

Sandra McDowell

Blank florid visions of time past,
Predawn dreams of love;
Heart singing hard to mast.

But to dabble with memories
is but a symphony played
on the zither of my mind,
Almost like a sconce
burning eternally.

A vision agog with
the melee of hurts,
chary decisions
I might blurt!

With some visions
so lovely,
I am apt to forget
the rest.

Memoirs from Visions
of Time Past .

Silent Awakenings

by

Sandra McDowell

Raising spirit starts to dance
praises of new dawn,

Eyes wide open clarity instilled
upon the waves of wonder.

Healings,new beginnings stir
within my being!!

Morning dew with showering mist
Silent Awakening.

Mother Nature in all her teaching
is first to say,'Good Morning.'

Blazing dawn with bluest skies
portrait of my morning.

Dance into the water's fade
healing in restore.

Spirit praising each new
for my new,'Silent Awakening!'