Thirteen years old

Bright eyes, gentle spirit,

something stirs within her heart.

Soft eyes, depths within,

highlight joy’s insightful grin.

 

Spirit song, awakening mind,

sparkles seem to fly around.

Spotlight, on an artist new born,

Living gentleness easily torn.

 

Whisper’s memory, echoes grace,

Love’s release lifts brown skinned face.

Wispy curl, encapsulating life,

living to bless in spite of strife.

 

Destiny surges, mystery sings,

opening up this young girls wings.

Hope’s foundation links to heaven.

Welcome, to her love’s strong haven!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Birthday boy

What a wonder it is to stand upon a rural hill,

to see distant jewels shine – a city’s light that sing.

Below and all around, the glow of man’s abode,

And then above the mysteries of night’s fresh face.

 

Singing, celebrating, with friends who’re seen as poor,

I feel intimate and happy honouring a friend’s new year.

People come together, to share life as its lived,

Bound  to love and honour while overcoming fears.

 

Songs are sung for birthday boy, rich food joins the feast,

then erupts the singing for the cake that comes.

Candles burn in a humble home, the floor is only mud.

Yet the Spirit brings a treasure that money cannot buy.

 

Wrapped up in this evening as lightening flashes high,

feeling gentle rain arrive, so warm and innocent!

Coolness settles, day’s heat flees, good conversation’s flowed,

Learning life is blessed with hearts entwine; it’s good when we can love!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Tea time

Tea to drink, is somewhat tart, unless with honey you intervene,

but oh the joy when someone brings, a little pastry that’s munched upon.

 

Our cups are full while feeling warm, Spring sunshine loosens memory’s flow,

As soft eyes listen and then recall, laughter’s echo from tales fresh spun.

 

And then the tea no longer steams, as conversation lags, yet fragrance lingers on ,

A moment shared and built upon, is why good friendships fuel dreams.

 

As time’s decline brings shadows fall, cold shiver’s prompt is understood.

The vital link is now renewed- as mundane events move us on.

 

And yet there’s still, the sweet remembered warmth of eyes that speak –

“You have a place within my heart”  -and will be safe and carried far – as life goes on.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Children at play

Auburn mantle, flying in the breeze, imagination sparkles as delight unfolds.

Wonderful ballads acted out with glee, as children’s delight transforms a curb side sea.

City’s busy residential maze,opens with magic, as wings spread wide,

Siblings laughter and mighty glorious roars, announce with joy, that mighty fear’s been  neatly fried!

Monsters rage as mighty champions roam, flying high in victory’s endless song,

Tender hearts sharing, learning life’s routines – shaping focus through experimental scenes.

Wandering back slowly, home’s warmth ahead, stomach’s grumble shouting, “time to eat now!”

Hands held close – companionship’s supreme. Hearts sharing victory, make dancing dreams leap free!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Fragrance of Heaven

Caress!

Glimpsing life

caught by forever.

Infinity’s shore breaking now!

Mysteriously stretching beyond time’s horizon

establishing the dignity of surrender’s glory.

Free at last to breathe glorious fire.

Identity hidden within Love’s scandalous grace-

promising Heaven’s grasp of Earth!

Flowing beyond life’s compromise.

Fragrance of Heaven

touching hearts.

Breathing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Magnificence!

Foundation

reaching down.

Heaven’s heart ignited.

Two spheres, one heart

growing sideways into new Life.

Damsel’s soft heart, released in silk!

Woman’s magnificence given status by  royal decree.

Grace wrapped in strength – Hope’s release!

Amazing possibilities exploding deep within.

Truth holds Light high.

Determination kisses laughter.

Intimate friendships.

Fulfilled!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Awakened by a kiss

Bright eyes, questing minds, seeking hope in future things. Two friends, heads tilting, dreaming of small delights coming down the pike. One vagrant on the  move, stopping, boldly asking for the Pepsi still half full. Two young teens, suddenly vulnerable, sitting on a shady bench. Two young women in a public space, the years suddenly yelling with experience raw. Instinct reacts and with something small, dodges with sorrow the aggressor’s power. Suddenly, a moment with small unconscious moves, what is mine is passed over, avoiding danger looming tall.

Life when captured, as if frozen, reveals so much. Things unspoken, still unthought, yet in action shining clear. Risk aversion in a violent world, teaches quick submission to the one who roars. Sudden moments so easily reveal, the difference between what’s peace and threats dipped in blood. Actors who play unspoken songs, living and breathing in the world of fear. The male though running, from others strong, can still reach out and strip the weak, just walking along.

Life is settled in moments like these. Can one question motives? Can one really see? Was the moment but gracious, as one gives to the poor, or was the moment but hidden, a form of extortion ridden. Decision, surprises, that reach out and show, this world is more complex than I often can show. And yet in this mix, as I walk in my song, I give to each treasure a piece of my song. It seems that it can’t fit, so divergent the grinding, and yet in some moment, I find someone still humming!

So hope must live on, and life must be braved, my neighbours are waiting to grasp dreams that aren’t frayed.  I have no great power, I have no great plan. I’m simply an instrument , alive in His song. It is good to be joyful, and greeting the day, with hope for my destiny opening the way. I brush  with delight, each tender heart finding, I listen with patience to those who’re still blind. I send voltage tickling the soul unaware, those sweet spirits caught  by the withering of pain. And once in each day , I am sure to discover, some bright soul that is waiting to kiss their heroic. I walk with delight, seeking one who is dreaming, so that heaven’s kisses come wakening their vitality of being!

Author – Bill Tidsbury