I Open the Door and Cross the Threshold of Imagination
STROLLING PARADISE
I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination.
What i would do to hold your hand, and stroll along the beach
tropical sun beams upon picturesque shores
Dawning sun, ocean rays, blindingly reflecting flash.
Our love can be seen clearly,as the ripening pineapples
happiness felt,as the plain of day,sheer beauty in herself.
Laying down,side by side,only sound waves lapping our feet.
We drift into semi-concious,oblivious to the world.
Awakened, by the chill that the sea air does give
to see the huge sunset,sloping slowly into the ocean
walking back,to what seems like reallity,
people,shops,cars.The differance, a few hundred yards.
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MY PERFECT WAY
A perfect life to me,just live in harmony
no wars no conflict,religion against religion
fighting rights, for your stance, to sell your ill needs
please hear me when i say,do not path that way.
Peace is so much easier,a longer life span to choose
why go against the grain of life,you will only lose
love being the intended,sends a warmth inside
simplicity, family life, will fill your heart with pride.
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THE BEAUTY THAT CAN GIVE .....
Giving a bunch of lillys,each day a mundane change
from smile and appreciation, to vasing its boquet
each morning the opening,o seems so very slow
little by little expanding cherished beauty.
Until the day,nature really has took course
semi-opened bulbs kissing the reef like leaves.
On a full scaled blossom,open armed pettles
beauty at natures highest,pleasure for the eye.
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Paul Beadnall for Constance La France. A rambling poet.
Contest .." 3 GEMS.. 1/8/11
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