I wrote this song a little bit ago. And the tune seemed to pop into my head. I am NOT a singer, at all, but I do love music. So as you listen to the tune (ignore messy studio, TV in background and my hands to ears blocking out sounds), I mostly hum, imagine an actual singer singing the lyrics below to that tune! Thank you! Have a great weekend, my friends! 🙂 xx
Just as a mother feels the beat of unborn child
I feel the rhythm from your heart ~ you are loved.
The music of you heartbeat so piercing and so sweet
you are special and unique and ~ you are loved.
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Yes there are those bad days, bad times,
(hard, hard, hard ones too),
but, hush now, hush now, do not cry ~ you are loved.
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I sing for you a heart song to nourish you within
You are safe, and you are cherished ~ you are loved.
Let my strength pick up your spirits
carry you along.
You aren’t alone, you aren’t forgotten ~ you are loved.
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You my friend so beautiful
I sing to let you know.
Do not be sad, I’m here for you ~ you are loved.
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“On those loneliest days when you feel such despair
What is it about the particular nature of a poem? Whether penning or reading. A poem sets itself apart from all other written words. Various sized packages of contained messages of our thoughts, our feelings, our expressions. We the author and presenter of chosen word and format.
Do we write for ourselves when we write a poem? Do we write for others? Yes and yes.
With poetry we tap directly into our feelings about things, bringing forth those emotions, thoughts and ideas inside of us to be viewed through our written words. We are reorganizing our insides when we do this. And when others read our poems they frequently will do the same thing.
Should you write a poem? Yes?
Why?
Because:
It’s therapeutic. Not only letting out what’s inside, but presenting a microcosm of your heart and soul you can view and share with others.
It’s wonderfully creative. Your journey through your own nature with the poetic word while you find yourself exploring all sorts of creative avenues of expression.
It is encouraging, helping you and others to “Open Up” inside. Writing poetry and sharing your words, creates a stronger environment for learning and growing yourself. Online today there are many *websites and forums – groups actively in pursuit of knowledge and understanding from poets of the past and present.
The Poem
“Such beauty you bless in the form of a rhymeSuch feeling, such rhythm your words so divineI am lost in your glory, sensation sublimeSharing forever, time after time.”
Penny L Howe, 2013
So today, write a poem and share with others, read a poem and enjoy someone else’s creation. Both will be uplifting and illuminating … I promise.
In Greek Mythology Aphrodite was asked to provide the name for this loveliest of all flowers. She gave the name of rose in honor of her son Eros, the Greek god of Love. By taking the first letter “e” and having it come after the “s” in his name you get – rose. An excellent tale, but for whatever the reason, the rose is considered the flower of love.
Roses are many millions of years old. They are beautiful flowers and come in many colors, shades and hues. There are thousands of varieties. But a rose … is a rose … is a rose and the eternal symbol of love!
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“The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart.” unknown
“If you stand in front of a mirror with 11 roses, you’ll see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world.” unknown
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.” Shakespeare
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And for all women around the world,
a final photograph of the perfect roses …
The sentiments are rich and full, the visuals (in the video) are beautiful but the meaning underlying it all are breathtakingly true of what we would wish for in life I believe. And I think the man who wrote the words performs them best of all.
“Dance Me To The End Of Love”
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic ’til I’m gathered safely in Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
♥ Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon Show me slowly what I only know the limits of Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
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Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long We’re both of us beneath our love, we’re both of us above Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
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Dance me to the children who are asking to be born Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn Dance me to the end of love
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Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin Dance me through the panic till I’m gathered safely in Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love Dance me to the end of love
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~ Leonard Cohen
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Leonard Norman Cohen, a Canadian singer-songwriter, musician, poet, and novelist.
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Thanks for the visit, Have a great day today filled with love!
I know! Difficult to not go to the obvious place with this title. Yes it is my name. It is also a coin. A devalued coin. It may be gone soon only to live on in coin collections and clever sayings (I’ll bet I know most of them too. lol) But I actually have a legacy with the penny (coin), one I would share with you.
This is a true story, the specific location Northern Idaho, USA.
I was born in a small cottage (my dad built), not too far from the Canadian border between that country and the USA. I came early, it was the middle of the night, the family was snowbound and so my dad delivered me. The next day, while driving me to the nearest hospital, my parents decided to name me after a song.
They loved music. There had been a scene in an old movie where a man (a wonderful singer Bing Crosby) is calming a child afraid of a storm. He sings a lullaby.The song became very popular. Years later, still enjoying the tune, my parents took the words literally and named me for the song.
It does have special meaning for me, of course, so thought I’d share. Oh, my dad was a musician in his early days, he had his own band. This then my legacy I was born with. Hardly from heaven, extremely mortal when it comes to messing up and making mistakes…but it kinda’ sums up how I feel about others and my need to make a difference!
It was hard locating this film clip which is very old (much older than I. lol) And it shows in the recording.
Every time it rains, it rains pennies from heaven
Don’tcha know each cloud contains pennies from heaven?
(You’ll find your fortune fallin’ all over town)
(Be sure that your umbrella)
Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love, you must have showers
(So when you hear it thunder) Don’t run under a tree
There’ll be pennies from heaven for you and me
(Every time it rains, it rains) pennies from heaven
(Don’tcha know each cloud contains) pennies from heaven?
(You’ll find you fortune fallin’) All over town
(Be sure that your umbrella) Is upside down
Trade them for a package of sunshine and flowers
If you want the things you love you must have showers
(So when you hear it thunder) Don’t run under a tree
There’ll be pennies from heaven for you and for me.
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So there you have it, something about me you didn’t know. I hope you found it interesting, and I…well I’ll continue to try to live up to the “representative” meaning in the lullaby by inspiring and making people feel good, as good as I can, anyway. Have a great day and thanks for stopping by, Penny
