Blog Posts by michael gardner

It was the week before Christmas and nobody home,
all alone and cold outside.
my P.C was lit up and favorites touched,
scrolling to the one they call Shine.

I instantly thought about no name,
wanting to wish him good cheer.
but when I got there his cupboard was bare,
at least that's how it appeared.

So back to Shine guide is anyone alive?
Stormy,Serenity or Stitch.
but on all their blogs it seemed they had gone,
so I read some to just reminisce.

Then I skipped down to Jules and read Peapods too,
then over to Habs for a snack.
I tried poet with C.to read poetry,
then swam down to dolphins at last.

Is this thing on, where's everyone gone?,
how come this Christmas is blue?
Did Super A and the eyes have it fade,
or is hope all gone from Shine too.

I know that we've lost an angel,
and grieve for our miss Lady Jane.
and Emma Mae stays in a land far away,
but Christmas is Christmas the same.

So River and Mollie and miss Poetry,
Michaelv and Mrs C too.
I hope that

In a faraway never land,before time began,
out amongst comets and stars.
beyond colored rainbows and giant black holes,
angels made love for the heart.

They all tried to hold it but none could control it,
unchained and wild it became.
knowing no boundaries its powers outstanding,
searching for hearts to embrace.

Constellations and planets and moons it abandoned,
lifeless and lonely dark voids.
then like a whisper it heard cries from the earth,
pleading for love to enjoy.

Then just like an arrow it knew just where to go,
shot from the bow of pure joy.
piercing two pure hearts,love hit its mark,
and lonely was forever destroyed.

With a tear of selfishness and sorrow,
I remember our Angela's smile.
so full of life with love in her eyes,
selfishly driving for miles.

we had but to share mere hours,
yet seemed like we'd been friends for years.
we sat and we talked about friends and friends lost,
so hot but glad she was here.

we went and we ate on a quaint double date,
sharing our lives and our hearts.
we laughed about good times and talked about Shine,
thankful we met worlds apart.

an angel had hugged me, another mom loved me,
lucky I felt in my heart.
this angel from Shine had come in my life,
never again will we part.

A new set of wings she wears now, miss Irish and me
still with a smile like the sun.
she left me a memory I always will keep,
and know that she see's us with love.

The flames flicker low to an orange ember glow,
the cold wind and snow fall outside.
the kids all lie sleeping of Christmas their dreaming,
music plays low Silent night.

cookies smell fresh from the oven,
under the tree presents wrapped.
my Bible is open to read of a king,
born in the town Bethlehem

I read of long ago and the gifts he bestowed,
the love that he sowed and the cross.
His great sacrifice and how he rose back to life,
paying the ultimate cost.

Instantly joy filled my soul up,
to think of the love that we have.
the greatest gift ever was the gift of his love,
Thank you my Lord ,Amen!
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Before her touch he hadn't love,
so empty and cold his realm.
infinitely lifeless his dreams indecisive
drifting through life without sails.

he knew not the great taste of sweetness,
but salty the tears he consumed.
wearing a mask of a smile he once had,
yet each day his loneliness grew,

lonely for her she thought she deserved,
cursed to a life without love.
with promises broken she'd gave up on hoping,
knowing not loves gentle touch.

dreams were just pictures she thumbed through,
painted for pleasures of men.
invisible lies that vanished with time,
erasing the portraits within.

but the seasons would change like the colors of fall,
nothing the same as before.
shattered hearts mended as love comes to call,
forever to close lonely doors.

now nights are alive what a beautiful life,
side by side they now live.
loneliness cast down with love they have found,
sweet the taste of loves kiss.

The night stars shine a little brighter tonight,
the earth a little quieter too.
outside the window a blue tint soft glows,
created by the greatest of moons.

On the wind there drifts cascades of silver clouds draped,
a dream scape of magical mist.
grasping at heart strings until my heart sings,
needing the taste of loves kiss.

She appears for a moment in the garden below me,
angelic as if floating on air.
eyes looking upward like heaven on earth,
moonbeams that stream through her hair.

swooning to spin she comes rushing in,
falling to my arms embrace.
and the night stars grow brighter fuel by desires,
one kiss and magic is made.

My spirit cries go to the mountain,
rise up from the sand and the dust.
walk in the light where shadows don't show,
look at the world with love.

Tread not on worries nor sorrow,
ride on the winds lofty breeze.
see only wonders and beauty below,
behold what others don't see.

See through the eyes of the eagle that soars,
feel the foundation of stone.
bring back to life, the child that explores,
fear not to travel alone.

My spirit cries climb till the suns in my eyes,
shine on and stand at the peak.
embrace all life's gifts and treasure each kiss,
for time is not ours to keep.

Timothy turkey with feathers all ruffled,
escaped by the nape of his neck.
he flew to the barn then ran so far,
trying to keep his head.

across cranberry creek to potato peak,
then off to a far away land.
he pecked and he flew till Christmas near grew,
meeting his friend holly ham.

holly and timothy lived out their dreams,
basking at brown sugar lake.
with pineapple slices swimming in spices,
till one night a fire was made.

they found them and browned them,
and laid them down in,
a big pan and roasted them up.

A thanksgiving reprieve
for a Christmas day feast.
one month to live out his strut.