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Loves Angel
She tiptoes softly to edge of his bed and looks down at him sleeping so
peacefully. Reaching down she gently traces the outline of his lips his chin his nose his eyes.
Moving his hair she leans down and softly kisses his forehead.
She sits down ever so gently on the edge of the bed so that she doesn't wake him and watches his chest rise and fall as he sleeps. Moving a little closer
she lay's her head on his chest so she can hear the beating of his heart. She lies there and she wonder's what it is that makes her love him so much.
He stirs in his sleep and she softly kisses his lips one last time. She knows it's time for her to leave.
She looks up and summons an angel down. She calls the angel over and say's I want you to take good care of my love, He's very special you see. He's
my only love and he means the world to me. I've loved him almost from the start why I cannot say. There's just something about him and he has a certain
way. I said I'd never leave him and Angel you know it's true...But I never see him and I don't know what to do. Fly close to him Dear Angel and
keep him safe from harm and every now and then let him hear the flutter of your wings so he'll know that I am near. I'm leaving now Dear Angel it's
time for me to go and will you please when he wakes up tell him that I love him so.
Mimi
© 2002
Poems of Depression
The Black Hole
I can't remember when I first fell in I just turned
around one day and went spinning around and around as if I were free falling and when I hit bottom I hit it hard. Looking up and not seeing anything but
blackness no light, no air, no movement in there.
Alone with just me and the demons that have haunted me for so long. I am completely engulfed in darkness. Worthlessness overwhelms me. Holding my hand up in
front of me I can't see it and I think, this is it. This is where I belong. Maybe now the pain will stop. I want to stand up but I can't. Every time I
try the bottom drop's out from under me. I go spiraling down faster and faster until suddenly I know nothing.
Opening my eyes and not wanting to because I know what's coming. The memories and the tears, it seems as if I am drowning in tears.The safe and comforting
arms are gone, replaced by memories of long ago strewn all across the floor. It all went round and round in my head The longing to have it all back became to
much and I take the only way out that I know how to do. I sleep and as I sleep the darkness comes again and I know nothing.
Rayne
©2000
Stranger Within
There's a stranger down inside of me
She comes from deep within
She knows all about me
And everywhere I've been
She raises her ugly little self
And fills me full of doubt
And makes me feel as if
I don't know what I'm all about
She fills me full of restlessness
And makes me feel discontent
I'm beginning to wonder now
What my life has really meant.
Rayne
©2000
Memories
Memories keep pushing up and I keep pushing down
Seems like the memory's keep swirling round and round.
It's frightening when I can't control them,
its such a heavy load,
All I really want to do is simply to explode.
Rayne
©2000
In Memory
A poem for Kristopher
Christmas 2004
I'll hear you on the wind at midnight Christmas eve.
I'll stand in awe as I hear the magic that you weave
You left us such a long time ago and in my heart I know
Of all the love and joy you spread in heavens golden glow
Rayne
©2005
Kris, go and find your tiny neice Makayla.
She shouldn't be to far.
She's the tiny little baby girl sitting just right of the shiniest star.
Give her hugs and kisses and hold on to her hand til we can all be together again, in the promised land.
Love Mommy
9/4/2004
My little Brother Billy
was such a tiny soul
he came and went so quickly
for reasons we do not know
I think about him often and wonder
to this day what kind of man he would
have been had he not had to go.
Rayne
©2006
In Memory of Zach
June 26th 2006
In memory of my Brother
December 8th 1955
December 24th 2005
Somewhere in a dream I saw you
I can't remember it clearly but I know it was you
I saw you standing proud and tall
it was as if you hadn't died at all.
No loneliness nor pain etched on your face
Not even a trace
How handsome you looked with the wind blowing
ruffling your hair.
I called out to you standing there
I wanted to tell you that I did care
We had so many memories to share
You turned and smiled at me
and I could see that sweet smile
that I had always loved since you
were a child
The tears came and blinded me.
And when I had wiped them
from my eyes so I could see
You were gone and I was left with nothing but the memory.
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Welcome to Ryne's Place
A little Information about me
I am a sensitive and empath.I have a strong faith in God. I believe in Angels and the here after. I also believe we are all here for a purpose and until that is fulfilled we will remain here. Be patient with me for God is not finished with me yet. I am a born again christian. Please remember, I am still human and no where near perfect.
Things I enjoy doing
surfing the net, exploring cemeteries, rambling thru the woods, hanging out at the river and driving off into where ever I end up at,the paranormal,spending time with my grand children photography,reading,watching TV,listening to music meeting/making new friends and hangin out at PLS
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Poems Ive written
Do you ever wonder
Do you ever wonder what I'd be today
if the angels hadn't come and taken me away.
Do you ever wonder what I'd have to say about
the things that have gone on since I left that day
Do you ever wonder what my thoughts were as I sighed
and then looked up and saw them waiting there right before
I died.
Just in case you've wondered let me put your mind at ease
I'd be everything you wanted me to be because it was you
I wanted to please.
My thoughts were of sadness and confusion
wondering what I'd done and knowing the pain
my death was going to cause those I had to leave behind
I wondered how you'd handle the pain of having to
let me go and I didn't know what to do.
I asked God to help you because I wanted you to
know that as I drew my last breath my final thought was
of you.
Memories softly floating down
landing gently on the ground
Slowly swirling round and round
close your eyes and hear the sound
as they softly wrap you in the glow
of memories from long ago
They gently soothe your aching soul
Memories floating softly down
landing gently on the ground
©2005
Favorite Poems
"In and Out of Time"
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance...
our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out of time.
When the first stone looked up at the blazing sun
and the first tree struggled up from the forest floor
I had always loved you more.
You freed your braids...
gave your hair to the breeze.
It hummed like a hive of honey bees.
I reached in the mass for the sweet honey comb there...
Mmmm...God how I love your hair.
You saw me bludgeoned by circumstance.
Lost, injured, hurt by chance.
I screamed to the heavens...loudly screamed...
Trying to change our nightmares to dreams...
The sun has come.
The mist has gone.
We see in the distance our long way home.
I was always yours to have.
You were always mine.
We have loved each other in and out
in and out
in and out
by Theodore O'Hara, 1847
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last Tattoo;
No more on life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On Fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents are spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
No rumour of the foe's advance
Now swells upon the wind;
No troubled thought at midnight haunts
Of loved ones left behind.
No vision of the morrow's strife
The warrior's dream alarms;
No braying horn, nor screaming fife,
At dawn shall call to arms.
Their shivered swords are red with rust,
Their plumed heads are bowed;
Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
Is now their martial shroud.
And plenteous funeral tears have washed
The red stains from each brow;
And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
Are free from anguish now.
The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
The bugle's stirring blast,
The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
The din and shouts are past;
Nor war's wild note, nor glory's peal,
Shall thrill with fierce delight;
Those breasts that never more may feel
The rapture of the fight.
Like the fierce Northern hurricane
That sweeps the great plateau,
Flushed with triumph, yet to gain,
Come down the serried foe;
Who heard the thunder of the fray
Break o'er the field beneath,
Knew the watchword of the day
Was "Victory or death!"
Long had the doubtful conflict raged
O'er all that stricken plain,
For never fiercer fight had waged
The vengeful blood of Spain;
And still the storm of battle blew,
Still swelled the glory tide;
Not long, our stout old Chieftain knew,
Such odds his strength could bide.
Twas in that hour his stern command
Called to a martyr's grave
The flower of his beloved land,
The nation's flag to save.
By rivers of their father's gore
His first-born laurels grew,
And well he deemed the sons would pour
Their lives for glory too.
For many a mother's breath has swept
O'er Angostura's plain,
And long the pitying sky has wept
Above its moldered slain.
The raven's scream, or eagle's flight,
Or shepherd's pensive lay,
Alone awakes each sullen height
That frowned o'er that dread fray.
Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground
Ye must not slumber there,
Where stranger steps and tongues resound
Along the heedless air.
Your own proud land's heroic soil
Shall be your fitter grave;
She claims from war his richest spoil,
The ashes of her brave.
Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest,
Far from the gory field,
Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
On many a bloody shield;
The sunshine of their native sky
Smiles sadly on them here,
And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
The heroes sepulcher.
Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead,
Dear as the blood ye gave,
No impious footstep here shall tread
The herbage of your grave.
Nor shall your glory be forgot
While fame her record keeps,
For honor points the hallowed spot
Where valor proudly sleeps.
Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
In deathless song shall tell,
When many a vanquished age hath flown,
The story how ye fell.
Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
Nor time's remorseless doom,
Shall dim one ray of glory's light
That gilds your deathless tomb.
Desiderada
"Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant;
They too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
Many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the council of the years,
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a healthy discipline,
Be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here,
and whether or not it is clear to you,
no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.
Therefore, be at peace with God,
Whatever you conceive Him to be.
And whatever your labors and aspirations,
in the noisy confusion of life,
keep peace in your soul.
With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams,
it is still a beautiful world.
Be cheerful.
Strive to be happy."
Author Unknown
Ghosts of Dreams
WE are all of us dreamers of dreams,
On visions our childhood is fed;
And the heart of a child is unhaunted, it seems,
By ghosts of dreams that are dead.
From childhood to youth's but a span,
And the years of our life are soon sped;
But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,
When the first of his dreams is dead.
'Tis a cup of wormwood and gall,
When the doom of a great man is said;
And the best of a man is under a pall
When the best of his dreams is dead.
He may live on by compact and plan
When the fine bloom of living is shed,
But God pity the little that's left of a man
When most of his dreams are dead.
Let him show a brave face if he can;
Let him woo fame and fortune instead;
Yet there's not much to do, but to bury a man
When the last of his dreams is dead.
William Herbert Carruth
After Glow
I'd like the
memory of me to be a
I'd like to leave an after glow of
smiles when day is done.
I'd like to leave an echo
whispering softly down the ways,
of happy times and laughing
times and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve,
to dry before the sun.
Of happy memories that I leave
behind when day is done.
Author Unknown
Favorite Poems
Angels, answer me,
Are you near if rain should fall?
Am I to believe you will rise to
calm the storm?
For so great a treasure words will never do.
Surely, if this is, promises are mine to give you.
Mine to give.
Here, all to soon the day!
Wish the moon to fall and alter tomorrow
I should know Heaven has her way
each one given memories to own
Angels, all could be
Should you move earth and sea
Angels, I could feel
all those dark clouds disappearing...
Even, as I breathe
comes an Angel to their keep.
Surely, if this is
Promises are mine to give you
Mine to give...
Anonymous
Be Still
Be still like the grass
on a melancholy summer day
Be calm and you will hear
Your loved one speak, in the stillness
in the calm, their love resounds
If you are still this promise I make,
you will hear the voice of your loved one
Helping you along the way
Author Unknown
If one day you feel like crying call me
I don't promise to make you laugh
but I can cry with you
If one day you want to run away call me...
I don't promise to ask you to stop
But I can run with you
If one day you don't want to listen to anybody call me...
I promise to be very quiet
But.....if one day you call and there is no answer
come fast to see me....I may need you.
Author Unknown
Your children are not your children
They are the son's and daughter's of life's longing for itself.
They from through you but not from you, and though they are with you,yet they
belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,for they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but bot their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit,not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite and He bends you
with His might that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness:
For even as he loves the arrow that flies so He loves also the bow that is stable.
Khalil Gibran
(1883 - 1031)
From his book The Prophet
More Poems I like
A Dream Within a Dream
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow:
You are not wrong who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand--
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep--while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Edgar Allen Poe
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