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Daily Archives: May 4, 2014

Seasons – Promote Yourself

Forested deep purity
Dusted with a winter’s glow;
Crystalline perpetuity
Takes its place in nature’s show.
Fresh sunlight plays with diamonds soft
That glisten as they sing
In silent awe that drifts aloft
A peaceful offering.
Great ice sheets yield to spring’s sweet kiss
And snow gives way to rain;
Arboreal chants blend fragrant mists
That flood the fertile plain.
New fauna dance with life unbound
And quiver as they sleep,
Loathe to miss one sight or sound
Or lose one joy so deep.
Streams trickle, tumbling, giggling down
And nourish all they meet;
Young bucks do battle with their crowns
Their heroes to unseat.
Fierce summer heat strips arid earth
Of all that’s failed to thrive;
Refreshing flows gain countless worth
For all to stay alive.
Massed Shady greens turn mighty light
Into life’s currency;
Frantic deals done day and night
In this dependency.
Old summer takes his bow in style
With whirls of amber shades.
Harvests picked and safely piled
As daily brightness fades.
Most heed the warnings in the sky
Of winter’s coming wrath:
In insulated sanctuary lie
Or take a southward path.
And so the cycle runs again
It’s glorious phases through;
Enjoy their transient beauty, then,
And savour them anew.

Someone like you – Promote Yourself


A smiling face
A swaying waist
Light on her feet
She’s something I want to keep

Someone like you
and someone like me
But what do I say?
Who should I be?

It’s been months
It’s been years
I’ve seen you through 
Smiles and tears

A smiling face
A swaying waist
Light on her feet
She’s something I want to keep

Someone like me
Someone like you
I don’t know …
what I should do

It’s been months
It’s been years
We’ve had smiles
and we’ve had tears

Oh, a smiling face
and a swinging waist
Light on her feet
She’s something I want to keep.


Molly Golightly

Peanut Butter with Jesus – Promote Yourself

elephant in the room2

The elephant in the room is growing restless
curious and mischievous
how  he opens the jars is mysterious
the cost of peanut butter is rising
as is  the cost of trash bags
to collect the empty jars he leaves strewn  about
They all say they see him too,
as they pat me on the head  patronizingly
They see him in vibrant colors
but i know the elephant is  truly only gray
They step in what he leaves behind him
do not see it
do  not smell it
their feet slip on it
The eyes that hide behind the  elephant’s flankside
are amused
Flick half-hearted ineffectual prayers off  of themselves
like just so many gnats or flys
A minor inconvenience
he  seems to draw many wherever he goes
Tried to starve him out…
but he just  goes over to the neighbor’s house
where the front gate is left wide  open
and the cost of feeding him is bankrupting them
It’s a wilderness in  the spaces between here and there
and he knows the well worn  paths’
through the dark woods that now separate us
where the hidden  stashes of peanut butter can be found

JESUS is in our front yard
by a  picnic table beneath the shade of an old oak tree
spreading out a red and  white checkered tablecloth
three cups, three plates lovingly placed before  us
Jesus smiles His approval as we bow and kneel
in thanksgiving and  praise
my brother, my sister and i
While, from the other side of a  hedge
the elephant slowly turns and lumbers away
only then do we  notice
he has the tail of a lion
looking away somewhat puzzled
we see  JESUS filling our cups to overflowing
our eyes…
now flooded with light

Anthony Gomez

COOL CHANGE – Promote Yourself


rainy day


The city lets out a sigh

as rain pours down.

Its steamy cover melts

with fleeing frown.

Greenery lightens its hue

to stretch and grow,

laughing away the dust,

changing the status quo.


A southerly breeze dispels

the blanketing heat.

Release extends to splay

it’s tendrils sweet.

Seeping into bonded soul

and body sour,

it spills its liquor bowl

of healing power.


Cool descends to cloak

the brooding streets.

Frozen humans now,

un-paused, resume their beats.

Hail declares the peace

with drumbeat wild,

Fiercest heat, disarmed,

replaced by mild.


The city sighs again,

accepting change,

geographic fate

its weather range.

Lightened legs and lungs

increase their pace.

Beauty whispers round

its rain-washed face.

© Ellen Carr 2013


My name is Ellen Carr. I live in Melbourne, Australia. I’m retired from the paid workforce but do voluntary work. Besides writing, I enjoy singing in a community choir. Some of my poems are about to be published in some FaithWriters books and one has appeared in the FaithWriters Magazine. My blog is



Ellen Carr



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