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2010 Poetry Theme Challenges#14 Angels |
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Do you ever feel someone is watching over you or that there is something influencing you and your decisions?
Is this what is known as a guardian angel? When we refer to someone as an angel what are we saying? We all know
the biblical angels such as Gabriel but for this challenge I want your personal insight of angels. Happy Quilling! Jem XXXX |
Angels
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Divena CollinsThere are Angels here on Earth Who dwell in this vast domain Tho` they are somewhat dearth, There are but few who remain Kind considerate and humane ; Angels spirits return to save Restive souls who haunt the grave Theirs is a peace to find herein, A tranquil haven once depraved Of Earths Angels who dwell within.  ----- Angels of Love Celestial stars twinkle in the heavens above Shining down to Earth on the darkest night, Deep in trance, through soft mystical light A prophesy on Earth, of true eternal love Visions of Angels, with white turtle doves Dreams of fulfillment, and heavenly bliss Cool breezes blow down a soft gentle kiss, A prophesy on Earth of true eternal love. Mythical spirits, awaken two lovers thereof Hearts beating, like soft feathered wings, Angels choral voices, so sweetly they sing A prophesy on Earth of true eternal love Celestial stars twinkle in the heavens above, A prophesy on Earth of true eternal love.  ----- Memories Of An Angel How quickly doth moments in time fade With only fond memories left behind Some remembered and others frayed, To perish forever and never be found Whilst images placed in an album Deteriorate as the years pass round, But dust collects in an empty room That once was filled with her laughter And is now shadowed with a gloom, Only a rose reminds me of her scent A delicate perfume that lingers on Memories of the days she had spent, Wiping saddened tears from my eye Whenever an Angel heard her baby cry.  ----- My Guardian Angel If I should ever fall from grace Should there be any hope for me Bound in dreams I cannot trace, Only a guardian angel could free While heavenly spirits then see; As I float upon a deep sea spray Unto this vision I shall now pray For I fear I shall ne-er be brave, To find I was blessed this day And rescued from a silent grave.  back to list |
Ryter RoethicalAngels tears fall to the earth As single drops of rain. Rarely seen in recent years Angels tears too few, Too rare. A few would hit and then it stopped Then the sky ships would drift away. Angels tears now fall to Earth Drowning the world below In their prolific sorrow. So long have they o’erlooked man Seeing his sins of Avarice, Lust and Gluttony fed too well. One wonders if the tears are of despair, Or of frustration and farewell.  ----- Angels With One Wing We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another. --Luciano de Crescenzo Realise, only angels weep true tears Their sorrow as they watch us frail creatures As we lead our frail lives thinking Everything is so important And means so much, But they know only love is important And only love is carried on through death. The soul that has been ignored in life May carry without ever knowing true love. We are, each of us angels with only one wing; But an angel with one wing cannot fly And so is born an awareness, We need the angel with the other wing; And then we can fly by embracing one another. ----- I Know A Little Angel I know a little angel that sings! Not well, but what she lacks in experience She makes up for in enthusiasm. I know a little angel that plays music! Not well at all, but she plays it loud Showing her love for music. I know a little angel that lives in America I love her She is my granddaughter. It is when I hear her sing and play I wish I could applaud And hug and kiss her. But secretly after a while listening I’m glad I’m in Australia. ----- Touched by an Angel If an angel touches you on the arm Do you shrug it off and ignore it Or thank him and feel the warmth. He is a stranger, and yet you permit This intimacy and willingly commit To this unknown person that's with you Who will help, so you pass through Your problems and tribulations Perhaps giving another point of view To help you with all of your relations.  ----- Visions in the Mirror In the mirror I see shadows moving There is no threat or intimidation Or any sign of them disapproving. They're there, on duty, at their station. Sometimes there's a form, a sensation, A face that for a while recognised me Smiled, and I wondered who it could be. Then things would be normal, he went away It could be ages before I could again see The next time I saw him, I wished he'd stay. back to list |
Nia WynneDo you see inside my window All the life it holds within it? From here I peer with thoughts to sow In hopes to find a symbol fit To call a sign from that one bit Of angels dust, to show me signs. That perhaps pity is your wine While sorrow has become just sour Grapes that say too long on the vines, Pities white horse runs with power.  back to list |
Maryse and WillowDo you believe in angels That they are all around, As protectors and guardians For us here on the ground? Perhaps you’ve sensed their presence When you are on your own Something that reassures you That you are not alone; Maybe you’ve heard a whisper That tells you not to fear, Or perchance words of warning That caution ‘Don’t go there’. But there are also people That we meet every day, Who may seem ordinary And so we do not pay Any attention to them; We do not recognize That they are really angels Sent to us in disguise. They may be at the bakers, At your home or in mine, Who knows they might be even Chatting with us on line. Of course, Angels come in all shapes and sizes - some of them are thin and austere lookingg with care-drawn brows and snowy locks; others are quite fat and jolly and wear brightly-coloured flowerprint smocks... Some are wizened, frail and grey; others seem like little cherubs bidding you a cheery day! And contrary to artistic style very few have feathered wings, though one or two might play the harp and most are known at times to sing! But Angels can be sad as well - especially when they have grim news to teell, tidings smoothed by comforting words (whether in the factory-place or Church). Angels bleed as well as men and shed salt tears for passed kin... Hovering behind the faces of nurse and midwife, clergyman or family friend they enact time-honoured rituals of compassion and care, tending the frail flowers of Earth when they fall to sickness, war, famine, despair. Nor are Angels partial in their favour and compassion - the bruised knee of the child is just as important to them as the ulcer of the businessman. Even the murderer and war-criminal is surrounded by Angels if they did but know it: messengers of conscience never failing in their duty to remind Man of his own inherent Divinity and simple, loving humanity. Even Death is but an Angel could men see beyond the ash-white face of bone - his Hourglass of trickling sand counting out each remaining second to that moment of transformation when physical time blossoms into Eternity, his adamantine Scythe no terrible instrument of destruction but a loving tool of harvesting and Mercy eager to deliver the newly liberated soul to the Great Beloved's side... They’re quick to lend a shoulder, If that is what we need, Or a healing word to stem The flow when our hearts bleed. They send ‘forwards’ by email To show us that they care And jokes that make us chuckle On days that would be drear. They come to us unbidden, They warm us when we’re cold They lead us back so gently When we stray from the fold. So when next you meet someone Be sure you’re extra nice, For they might be an angel, So you’d better think twice Before you brush them away, Dismiss them carelessly, I wouldn’t want an angel To take umbrage with me. God sends His angels to us, To guide us on our way To offer us helping hands In our lives every day. ----- Fallen Angel Over the past few days the lake has been drained and clearly visible at the bottom, perhaps for the first time in tens of thousands of years, are the remains of a twenty foot Fallen Angel, its spine and rib-cage virtually intact, together with its almost perfectly preserved wing structure, held in place by complex miniature forests of living coral and phosporescent devils-weed. Within the skeletal cave where the proud, rebellious creature's heart once beat and thrummed with thoughts and passion, schools of tiny luminous fish dart this way and that like the electrical impulses of some dreaming, submerged brain, invisible to mortal eyes. If one had the power of imagination to decipher their esoteric, hieroglyphic script, what arcane secrets of Heaven might still be revealed in this doomed Nephilim's dying wisdom; what obscure codices of forbidden lore briefly shewn forth in bio-chemical light? - a lilliputian ballet portraying the birthh and death of ancient nebulae, far-removed in space and time, seen through a shallow aqueous lens... What stories you might well relate Of olden days, of love and hate Of those who lived and those who died And others still who laughed and cried. Perhaps you’d even dare to tell Us the true reason why you fell From grace, and why they put you here, Concealed from mankind’s curious stare. But in time most things come to light And we may yet learn of your plight Were you sent in exile because You disregarded Heaven’s laws How long have you lain here alone, Companion to water and stone With creatures of this watr’y world And reeds and weeds around you curled; Speak to us Angel if you please Unravel all your mysteries. The dead Angel turned a cold and empty eye upon me. A small turtle swam out its socket and surveyed me with curiosity. "Four score millennia my ancient body has lain upon this muddy bed" the turtle spoke inside my brain, "whilst all about this quiet place forests grew and perished, mountains rose and fell, little creatures were born, lived and loved and sometimes fought amongst themselves (following the time-honoured tradition of Cosmic Conflict) bringing forth yet more of their kind... Preserved by some heavenly power still clinging to my corpse this little lake remained untouched, my once quite vast and limitless mind passing into fathomless generations of long-lived turtles - but this present body I now inhabit is perhaps the end of the line, the ancient sorceries are all used up and when this little creature perishes of old age my final, dreaming spark of consciousness shall also be claimed by the silt and the muck... Listen - and I will tell you the answers to some of your questions: riddles that have perplexed great poets and sages down through the hoary ages. Put aside your modern novel and listen to what I have to say... I was an angel shining bright Part of a world where love and light Abounded wherever we turned Where none were forgotten or spurned Where people lived in blissful peace No need for soldiers or police, Until one day a wicked man Gained entry and devised a plan That would destroy our existence, Bring famine, drought and pestilence Teach people about hate and greed To pierce the heart and make it bleed And although I tried to resist The temptation, I had been kissed By evil, and soon I was lost My soul tarnished, so I was tossed From Paradise to roam the earth Evicted from my place of birth. This being called Himself the Saviour of Angels and denounced God as a despot... I listened to his arguments and was convinced he spoke the truth, I yearned to spread the light of reason to Man and follow Lucifer's great plan. But a self-styled Saint, ascending to Heaven in a chariot of fire, convinced me and my brethren that Lucifer was wrong, that Man must obey Rules and Codes... Confusion and Debate reigned in Heaven for Aeons and Long Centuries whilst God retained mysterious Silence, Who was right, the Prince of the Morning or the stern-faced Hermit from the Desert? Alas, I succumbed to the Hermit's lies and chose a squalid religion based on fear and deception, turning my back upon the Great Teacher, denouncing him as Anti-Christ ... yet still God remained quite silent! Why did He not speak? When Lucifer came down to Earth the debate merely continued... had He been expelled from Heaven or did he leave quite willingly? Some Seraphim argued that it was in fact the Will of God that Lucifer should instruct Man but still grave doubts assailed my mind and in the age-long struggles that followed my mind wavered this way and that - but just as Christ had been kissed by Juddas I had been kissed by the narrow philosophy of the Stylite and gave myself to his restricted vision of Creation, in which light was perceived as darkness and the darkness of the little mind became the new Light! And still God maintained His enigmatic Silence. Losing sight of my true resplendent nature I became a smaller and much denser Being, no longer an entirely spiritual entity but something subject to travail and woe, the gross influences of space, time and sensory phenomenon, half-angel, half a partially incarnated creature of the Upper Air, a Nephilim, if you will... until, becoming smaller and denser still, I took to wife a mortal women in the land that later became known as Greece although our kind lived apart from the cities and civilizations of Men, who, when they did not revere us, hated and feared our power and beauty and the fragrance of Heaven that still clung to us... I know not what history will tell About the reasons why I fell Or what the religions will say About that awful, awful, day; But now at last you’ve given me The chance to relate my story. Some will believe and some will scoff Convinced heaven is better off Without me there; it matters not I’ve been left here for years to rot. The Fallen Angel I became And each man will attach the blame As he sees fit. Some will reject Lucifer, they have no respect For him; whilst others still revere Him, sing his praise for all to hear. But now you’ve had a chance to know My version of the overthrow; Perhaps I’ll be able to sleep; Return my remains to the deep. By now night had fallen and I could no longer make out the shape of the small turtle swimming in the partly-drained lake. With tasks awaiting me at home and, furthermore, my arms and face being repeatedly bitten by a myriad of mosquitoes, I walked thoughtfully home, pondering the strange things I had heard. I resolved to return tomorrow to listen to more of what the Fallen Angel had to say. But that night the monsoons finally came and a mighty deluge poured down from heaven, causing the streets to run with liquid song, bringing men and children and toads out in the hundreds to celebrate the return of welcome moisture... Various duties prevented me from returning to the lake for several days and when I did so it was full up to its former level again and there was no sign of the Fallen Angel. I saw numerous turtles swimming in the mud-coloured waters aswell as many gold and silver carp - but none of them 'spoke' to me and I am left wondering whether I did not in fact hallucinate the whole matter... back to list |
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