Garden Of Gold

I walk through the garden,
On this warm summer’s day,
To smell the flowers,
That grandma raised.

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In the middle,
Of this garden of gold,
Stood this one,
Single red stem rose,
The rose means so many things,
From the ones you receive on your wedding day,
To the one you get on Valentine’s Day,
But this single rose standing here today,
Represents the love grandma gave.

From the love she gave,
When she planted it that day,
To the love she gave us,
Each and every day,
So when you pass this garden of gold,
Remember the love that this rose holds.

© Lois E. Felder

Spring

Spring is a miraculous experience. The whole world comes alive after the winter in which it seemed that everything was dead. The world comes filled with color and the scent of delicious greenery. The world that seemed so dull and cold has come alive once again. Little did we know that beneath the cold hard ground the plants and trees were preparing for rebirth. Spring gives us hope for rejuvenation in our own lives as well. Spring is a time to renew the excitement and zest for life that lives inside.

May’s Spring Days

By Hemakumar Nanayakkara

Over the distant mountains morning breeze blows
Humming through robust beech birch and oak trees
Evergreen pines whistle to the tune of nippy breeze
Group of songbirds sing delightful springtime Songs

Twirling flossy clouds dance graceful waltzes
Mountain range beneath has got rich pastures
Cows graze fresh grass in lavish green Meadows
Chiming cowbells from mornings to evenings

Sunlight glistens after early morning showers
Pearls like dewdrops fastened to lilac flowers
Beautiful Little lilacs flourish in heavy Clusters
Spreading honey scented appealing fragrances

May’s spring days are refreshing and sunny
Trees have new leaves flowers rapidly bloom
When cool breeze blows through the garden
Young maple leaves rustle and pansies dangle.
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Patience

Patience

Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I’m saving you for very last
Because I love you best.
I’ll only take a nibble
From the tip of your ear
And one bite from the other side
So that you won’t look queer.
Yum, your’e so delicious!
I didn’t mean to eat
Your chocolate tail till Tuesday.
Ooops! There go your feet!
I wonder how your back tastes
With all that chocolate hair.
I never thought your tummy
Was only filled with air!
Chocolate Easter bunny
In a jelly bean nest,
I’m saving you for very last
Because I love you best.

Bobbie Katz
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Spring The Season Of Joy

The spring is here and the sun is bright,
Everyone is playful they are not having anyone’s fright.
I could see the little birds swaying their wings,
I could hear the pretty flowers sing.
The green leaves that are dancing in the air,
Are fearless from everyone present here.

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Tip! tip! tip! the water falls,
Sweep! sweep! sweep! the caterpillar crawls.
And when the playful squirrels run,
They seem that they are having so much fun.
As the small kids are swinging high,
Their rosy pink cheeks get shy.
Jumping, jumping come the rabbits,
I really praise their lovely habits.
As they play with their long ears,
Everyone forgets their cries and tears.
But lets wait for the butterflies,
Who keep on flying in the endless skies.
But now mam taps on the door,
And it’s the time to go indoor.
I’m always eager for the spring to come,
Because it brings along so much fun.

© Rahat Sandhu

ABC Cinema Paranormal Investigation – An overview by Neil Trigger

It began as things like this tend to – with a few spooky events disconnected with the place we were planning to visit.

A light bulb blew in my living room, which, in itself would not be too strange – light bulbs blow all the time right? In the home of Mark Williamson, one of the Managers of Magic2k and an electrician by trade, the living room lights began to flicker. The BBC cameraman in attendance, Johnny Rutherford, revealed later (without prior prompting or communication about this matter) that a light had blown in his own house, but just put it down to bad installation of the bulb. However it did set the scene nicely.

It was probably the coldest day of the year so far. 2005’s first heavy snow fall, with hundreds of people in Cornwall being stranded – a fitting beginning for a paranormal investigation.

Magic2k, in conjunction with the Evening Herald set out to investigate strange goings on at Plymouth’s ABC cinema, one of the oldest buildings in the South West’s war-ravaged city.

The ABC Cinema stood during the Blitz, but in those days was known as “The Grand Theatre”. Many great actors and actresses have played there. Since the war, the Grand became a cinema and still houses one of the original pipe organs used for silent films (though it’s sadly un-playable).

Because of the longevity of the building and the multitude of people passing through the doors, we were hopeful that there would be some good activity there, but what we saw, felt and heard, when far beyond what we expected…

From an initial tour around the property with one of the three mediums, readings and impressions were beginning to come in thick and fast.

Whispering was heard on the staircase to one of the screens and 3 males were being communicated with by the use of a crystal pendulum, with the promise that they would manifest phenomenon later that night. We were not disappointed!

Later in the evening, we held a pitch-black vigil in screen 2, reportedly the more “active” screen. We were only sat for mere moments before spirit lights or orbs bagan to shoot across the curtain which hung in front of the cinema screen. These lights continued through what was to happen next.

Calling out, Loreen, one of the mediums recieved impressions of a young girl called Jessica who was scared of a more sinister man. Loreen suggested that Jessica was able to cause the icy blasts, whistling sounds, whisperings and singing that were experience by every member of the group. There were bangs in the locked projection room, though nobody was allowed access to it and some of us even felt something touch us on our arms, back, neck and hands. Even the most ardent skeptics would be hard-pushed to dismiss all of the evidence that was received by the group in this short space of time, many of us saw a small girl walking toward us, shooting off soft “sparks like glitter”.

One female participant saw a “bright white light energy floating gently up the isle, she was wearing a bonnet and looked beautiful. She disappeared via the exit behind us, where people had reportedly seen orbs”.

The table tipping experiment which we conducted in screen 1 was sadly unsuccessful, but this proved to me that the team was reliable enough as not to manifest anything which was not there. We were all prepared to accept that it did not work, without feeling it necessary to artificially produce some mock-evidence. We felt that this strengthened the evening.

All in all it was a very enjoyable evening. Whether ghosts exist or not, my opinion has changed and that some things which I thought could be easily explained as trickery or hallucination can, at times, prove a little harder to dismiss.

© http://www.magic2k.com
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The Raven

Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“‘T is some visiter,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door–
Only this, and nothing more.”

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow:–vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow–sorrow for the lost Lenore–
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me–filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
“‘T is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;–
This it is, and nothing more.”

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
“Sir,” said I, “or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you”–here I opened wide the door;–
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Lenore!”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Lenore!”
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping, somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore–
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;–
‘T is the wind and nothing more!”

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door–
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door–
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore,–
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning–little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door–
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered–not a feather then he fluttered–
Till I scarcely more than muttered, “Other friends have flown before–
On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.”
Then the bird said, “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore–
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never–nevermore.'”

But the Raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore–
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o’er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er
_She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee–by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite–respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!–prophet still, if bird or devil!–
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted–
On this home by Horror haunted–tell me truly, I implore–
Is there–_is_ there balm in Gilead?–tell me–tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil–prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above, us–by that God we both adore–
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting–
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!–quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore.”

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted–nevermore!

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore.”

“Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.”

“Eagerly I wished the morrow;–vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow–sorrow for the lost Lenore.”

“Sorrow for the lost Lenore.”

“For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore–
Nameless here for evermore.”

“‘T is some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door–
Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door.”

“Here I opened wide the door;–
Darkness there, and nothing more.”

“Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

“‘Surely,’ said I, ‘surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore.'”

“Open here I flung the shutter.”

… “A stately Raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he.”

“Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door–
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.”

“Wandering from the Nightly shore.”

“Till I scarcely more than muttered, ‘Other friends have flown before–
On the morrow _he_ will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'”

“Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy.”

“But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o’er
_She_ shall press, ah, nevermore!”

“‘Wretch,’ I cried, ‘thy God hath lent thee–by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite–respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!'”

“On this home by Horror haunted.”

… “Tell me truly, I implore–
Is there–_is_ there balm in Gilead?–tell me–tell me, I implore!”

“Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”

“‘Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!’ I shrieked, upstarting.”

“‘Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!'”

“And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted–nevermore!”

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Happy New Year Wish

My Happy New Year wish for you
Is for your best year yet,
A year where life is peaceful,
And what you want, you get.

A year in which you cherish
The past year’s memories,
And live your life each new day,
Full of bright expectancies.

I wish for you a holiday
With happiness galore;
And when it’s done, I wish you
Happy New Year, and many more.

By Joanna Fuchs

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We All Love

Its cold and crisp, the snow is falling
and Ho ho ho a distant calling.

On the roof – bells are jingling,
and you feel a joyful tingling.

The hearth is dark, the fires out,
can you hear him walk about?

So close your eyes, rest your head,
its nice and cozy in your bed.

But in the morning when you rise
youll find a wonderful surprise!

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Christmas Time

Christmas Time is finally here,
It only comes but once a year.
And it’s a time to spread good cheer,
To those we love and hold so dear.
 
Christmas Time is a time of glee,
A time when peace and love run free.
A time for those like you and me,
To sit beneath the Christmas Tree.
Christmas Time is a time of joy,
A time to sit back and enjoy.
The smile on each girl and boy,
As they play with a Christmas Toy.
Christmas Time is a time to share,
The passing of another year.
Birth of Jesus, a joyful prayer,
To show loved ones how much we care.

Christmas Time is a time for song,
A time for us to get along.
To make us feel Lord Jesus strong,
Forgive all those who did us wrong.

Christmas Time is a time to pray,
Put love and kindness on display.
Show compassion along the way,
Christmas Time should be everyday

 
 © Ronald Doe
 
 

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