Laughter’s mirth

Laughter’s mirth springs forth like surf.

It crashes in and makes heads spin.

It’s steady rhythm brings a jig

of life’s resurgent joyful wine.

It bubbles up and then explodes

in glorious waves that are so bold.

It breaks the frame, it blows the door

on all the prissy mouths that scold.

And suddenly, out in plain view

as people wet the floor

while seeking hard to catch their breath

before another spasm drowns their dread –

Life’s restored!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

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Journey into Love: Destiny

Deep within my heart I resonate to love. I sense love’s pull and feel the happy glow.

A vision forms and I’m held dear.

It shakes my being – it’s so near.

The pieces gel, I sense my place within  a grander song that’s not yet sung.

The surge is strong, a tide lifts up;

a purpose throbs within my soul of living, giving, unashamed and free.

To dance upon adversity

and look in eyes that laugh with me,

and say “together, we can be as one!”

Author – Bill Tidsbury

 

Eye’s delight

Eyes are bright, so full of light!

Sparkles glow in eyes that know.

Innocence weeps when shame is deep,

yet love softens this dagger’s glares.

Child’s eyes are sweet yet wise.

Ancient souls have sight as gold.

Pupil’s whisper brings love’s shiver.

Giggles flicker in windows glitter

Eyes that speak they give us meat.

Eye’s delight can shift our plight.

When my eye will close I die.

Yet, in your eye my life can fly.

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Colour’s exploding ( a community event with paint and bright chalk powder )

One announcement celebrates life-

little children pouring in.

Hope’s alive when hands reach out –

child delights when safe.

Big strong muscles used to enforce,

now lift high with laughing joy.

Hearts once hard

form sweet chocolate’s grace,

as kids cling close

and feel heart’s embrace.

 

Running, yelling- hectic surge,

heart’s are racing,

chalk dust swirls.

Then within the whirling craze,

steps a face –

that’s pink and green,

smeared by laughing tiny hands.

Bright eyes shining,

heart’s enthralled,

big fighter rises-

soaring on adoring eyes.

A moment caught and treasured still,

when for an hour, a warrior found

his life made whole

through a child’s soul.

Author- Bill Tidsbury

Child’s gift

One little smile,

charming and sweet,

shines from a girl.

coming to greet me.

Eyes while haunted

by life’s brutal mess,

still see with hope

and believe I’m the best.

A scampering motion,

and next she’s embraced,

by arms that receive her

with joy she’s released.

Contagious, infectious,

she lives with no shame.

She hasn’t yet learned

that she’s poor with no name.

Alive, still believing

in this day’s rich grace.

Enjoying the laughter

with mud on her face.

She twinkles with brilliance,

her heart so alive.

She’s blessing the world

with life from above.

Today I’ve received

a gift in my being

in the face of a child-

unbound, still believing!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Will you join me

I glanced up high ,

the sky’s so blue!

It such a perfect hue!

It captures light

and then reflects

the wonder of this earth –

as if to say

it really is

a gift!

 

I stopped and heard

the wind that blew.

It tickled me

as if it knew

just how to brush my ear!

I feel alive

as with my eyes

I drink in colour’s wine

and sing!

 

I laughed within,

I think I’m buzzed!

This world is quite unique.

There’s ants and bugs,

and little ducks,

that cause my eyes to glow.

This gift of life,

I hold it high-

and dance!

Author – Bill Tidsbury

Journey’s curves

To yield, to seek, to laugh, to love;

The journey flows between the hills.

The curves ahead obscure the view,

of what will flow from each day’s tread.

I wander through this novel place.

It’s full of beauty, of fragrance full,

with moments shifting from grey to blue.

Hearts are seen as caresses grace

the moments we share unseen.

Then, hope gives way to loss.

Darkness floods the gloom

yet, brightened by the rising moon.

Glorious day soon paints things bright.

Pastel glory shines upon the hills.

Life renewed –

time again to choose-

my dream!

Author – Bill Tidsbury