Life’s synergy

Child chortles,

the sound captures hearts.

Something so innocent

fills me with awe!

 

Unconscious play,

creates worlds with flare.

It really is powerful –

a heart that soars free!

 

Soft eyes of love

open life’s synergy.

Releasing hope’s feet

to dance all day long!

 

Contagious life –

so vital it’s wild.

A gift to the hurting –

Your dream is my song!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Beauty’s caught my eye!

Beauty sits and looks at me-

she loves to catch my eye!

Rustling faintly as she waits,

until I slip on bye.

 

Puddles full of light appear,

flocking ‘round me in suspense.

Laughter fills my heart with joy,

if only I attend!

 

Breezes whisper, dancing near-

light flickers on the leaf.

Eyes then lifted to the scene,

a kiss of coquetry!

 

Rainbows splendour, scattered wide,

Waterfall’s glorious roar.

Shaking earth sings out in bass.

This heart just gasps for more!

 

Beauty’s warmth invades my space,

and wonder’s joy starts painting.

Endless moment – now alive

– just can’t stop the smiling!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Season’s change

Heat, it hits you like a wave, and so I seek the shadows. I feel the easing of the sun, as from day to night I seem to run. Yet, shadows cling to trees and shrubs, and soon I must embrace the oven’s dare as cities seem to shatter trees and barren black top breeds.

Cold, it wraps me in its hands that burn. I shield myself in wool and fleece, as I step within its white embrace. It brings the shivers out to play and scares my toes as frosty needles pierce! I plough through crystals glowing bright, and see the fire in the sky yet sadly heat has taken flight!

Seasons flow and then recede. This flux excites creation’s candour. Transitions bring encounters fresh, where once again I shift and rest. Then, bright green growth stirs up my heart. I soar alive in passion’s heat, then slowly watch it freeze in winters sleep.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Any sense of you

When we live within what’s comfort,

When my normal looms large and strong,

That is when I most likely lose,

any sense of you at all.

 

When I see you acting strangely,

I can quickly then conclude,

That is why I’m so much better

than you, the one whose plans are loose!

 

When I am struggling with things beyond me,

when I need fresh glimpses in my muse,

Then I am bereft of comfort,

As I stumble blind – confused.

 

It is your hand that brushes by me,

breaks into my thoughts and fear.

You are different, so see in colour,

while black and white just brings me grey.

 

It hurts my heart to need another,

I am scared and fear to trust.

When I open and face your beauty,

I find strength in your difference.

 

So to chose each day’s discomfort,

bridging difference in the storm.

As I rest in hope believing,

you’re my complement reborn.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Spirit strength

Subtle promptings seem to guide,

faint suggestions slip fleeting by.

I sense a breeze, a breath of life,

that pulls me to a dear heart’s sigh .

 

Eyes that look are dry and clear,

yet in their depths there lies deep fear.

A faint ephemeral wisp of hope,

it stirs within, disguised – alone.

 

No one can see, no one does feel,

yet Spirit strength bends in to heal.

To see beyond the chic facade,

and wrap a heart in arms of love.

 

An entity profound does live,

within the reach of those who stretch.

They grasp at hope in spite of dread

and meet the one whose hands died red.

 

Those red hands come embraced in me.

Warm love ignites those eyes once dead.

Real life made near by Love divine,

stirs laughter’s spring where anguish dreamed.

Author  – Bill Tidsbury

Lively fire

Sensing-

electric fire!

Vortex surging fiercely

charging a country’s atmosphere.

Invitation’s longing feeding a response,

from the King of heaven with transforming grace.

Foreigners joined with locals- laughter fills the valley!

Actions bring reaction, miracles encounter pain.

Eyes that see another fill with love.

Presence releases dancing hearts

when anticipation grows.

Lively fire,

Glowing!

Climate change

Coldness is its own form of aggression. Courtesy frowns on killing, but “we” all have agreed “we” can live without what “you” have to offer. Knives can not slice so keenly as the freezing burn of that cold stare. With closed hearts, we’ve agreed, be gone!

Acknowledged  – attempts to give space. It is a quiet reserve that says “I’m not sure that you can ever understand”. The vibes clearly say that you don’t belong, but it is too awkward to slam the door, so we let you in – on the edge. You can watch and we hope you won’t cause harm.

Well received is more formal.Caution’s history invokes arms length chitchat. Conversations lag as uncertainty reigns when your place is not yet assigned!. Testing evolves as partners dance seeking to safely sample this stranger’s plans – are they for good or harm? Strangers just feel awkward!

Warm embraces feel powerful. Hearts that open, eyes that see. Words sparkle as exploration’s journey meets the joy of hearts that sing. A place is found; a story is formed. Inclusion builds bridges and trust picks up hearts in its embrace.

Fire’s laughter, squeals of joy. Passion meets its echo and squanders somber silence’s dignity. Liquid joy drips on a cheek while coherence loses face. Life is vital, life feels great, when love’s elixir burns its way into the soul.

Author – Bill Tidsbury