Presence by Barbara Anderson

A strange Shadow follows
As I walk down the hall
Then envelops me with love
Do I recognise this presence?

His grace before me
His grace behind me
His grace surrounding
Every part of me

His love abides
Forever more
Forever safe
Forever sure

Yes, I know the man I call Lord!

Christ of Christmas by Barbara Anderson

Christ of Christmas
Born in a manger
Born to set us free

Christ of Christmas
Lived as a healer
A Holy Nazareen

Christ of Christmas
Died on the cross
Rose in victory

Christ of Christmas
Be thou Lord to me

Bed time wine by Barbara Anderson

Bed time
where's my wine
I just can't keep staying up late all the time

My head is dizzy
I've been in a tizzy
Now I have to make my dreams go frizzy

This poem's been read
Now I'll turn into bed
And lay down my weary head

Noise by Jenny Anderson

Is my life ever truly silent?

There are no boys around

To sing and screech and

Run with tales.

Now the furnace has paused.

But there is still something. . .

This clock's incessant ticking,

Some motor running,

Something dripping,

Dog clicking.

 

Quiet! Everything!

 

I am trying to hear the Silence.

Prayer for Inspiration by Jenny Anderson

Give me words of poetry.

Words that speak and reveal,

Words stuffed with meaning,

Strung together in surprising display.

 

Give me words that open doors

Open eyes

Open hearts

That paint the colors that I see

And then

Paint on someone else's soul

What lies deep within.

Words that draw it up

And make it sing.

 

Give me words of poetry,

Words that live.

Even in Winter by Jenny Anderson

Even in winter I hear your Voice.

Cold

Stark

Barren

But signs of life,

Tracks in the snow.

 

Even winter can be healing,

Not just in hibernation

But wide awake freshness

Nipping at my cheeks

Even the winter wind whispers your Name.

 

Looking out across the woods,

Nothing hinders, nothing hidden,

My gaze widens.

My soul stretches out,

Breathes deep,

Welcomes Life.

Even in winter.

The meaning by Barbara Anderson

Don't believe in coincidence or accidents
It all means to much to me
The events the years the time the fears
For that one moment to happen

It cannot mean nothing
I long to know the meaning
I long to make sense of the pain and the tears
To find the conclusion the last chapter in the story

Weekend by Barbara Anderson

The green rolling hills
The fresh air smells
The tweets of the birds
The breeze as it cools

All beautiful signs
Of a great summers day
Bring rest and refreshing
At the end of the day

The joys of the weekend
All soon to be passed
Oh how I wish
This weekend could last

Random - Part I. By Janet Anderson

14/12/2010

My toes – fat little chipolatas
at the end of my tired feet -
stare up at me, questioning ...
They’ve heard the rumbling from above
and they know:
we’re gonna be on the loo
for a while tonight!

I’ve no idea, I say, no idea at all:
something we ate, no doubt.
The chicken perhaps, or the spiced pineapple.

Seven seasons of Smallville
in just as many weeks
and all I can think about is this:
how can they be allowed to cast so many
magnificent creatures
in one show?

No, I’m not breaking any moral rules.
It’s not like that at all.
I can appreciate their beauty,
as I’d enjoy a Renoir artfully framed
in a sunlit hall.

So late -
I’m half-asleep...
Only the recurrent chills
keep waking me.
Pillow’s making little loving noises,
calling me.
I wish I could, my darling!

Husband? Any second now
he’ll begin to purr.
I once recorded an eight-minute sonata
as he lay blissfully unaware of his
own music.

You know, I’ve never met a Tom
I didn’t like J

- uninspired - by Janet Anderson

There was a time when

words flowed so easily.

I could write without thinking,
painting word-scenes so rich in imagery
that all who read them were carried away.

 

Now, this laboured construction,
formed with cold grey concrete bricks,
is all I can muster.

 

Gone – the reckless musician.

Gone – my rosy cheeked boy child.

Gone – the heartflush of a new flame.

Gone – the challenges that made me break a sweat.

 

I swore I’d never be a philosophical poet,

and life’s too easy to inspire a poetic flight.

 

I need a new kick.

Kitties crying in the rain by Barbara Anderson

All the birdies are hiding away
We can't go hunt we can't go play
When will this rain go away?

We are not Siamese
But we talk as we please
Mommy keep us entertained please

Oh maybe if we close our eyes and take a nap
The sun will be able to find a gap
So that we can find ourselves a birdie snack

Leaves by Emma Hacker

Leaves

Red and green

Falling, crackling, crunching

Floating to the ground

Oak leaves

Sunshine Remedy - Jane Anderson

My battered heart soaks

up the sunshine.

Warmth's fingers wrap around me

and my shuddering sobs still.

There is still a heaven.

There is still a God who cares.

I sense it in the caress of the sunlight.

 

The beams light up a little girl's straight, blonde hair -

shimmering in the afternoon blaze.

Whether it is her head or mine

I cannot tell.

Child of my present and child of my past.

Both need the warmth and comfort of the sun today.

It eases the cold, harsh reality

of living in a broken world.

 

Warm, milky tea

Soft comfort of a mother's arms

Fighting off dragon-dogs

And picking flower-food

a giggling heap in the sunshine

Are all medicine for crying alone.

The shaggy cat by Barbara Anderson

The shaggy cat sits on patio
In it's eyes fear
Please don't send me away
If it were one of my own
It would be with me safe and warm

My heart breaks for the shaggy cat
I do not even know to whom it belongs
If I did I would scold them all day long
How can you ignore the shaggy cat so

There is little I can do for the shaggy cat
But to allow it to stay on my patio
To wait till the hail and storm pass
Before I chase it back to an unwanted home

Daybreak by Jenny Anderson

Daybreak

 

At dawn

the darkness lifts.

The curtain rises

to Snow.

No yogurt colors in the sky today.

Just whiteness,

silence,

softly falling

Snow.

Aurora Lights by Barbara Anderson

Awake my soul and sing praise, just like the Aurora lights dance through the Northern sky!  May my spirit rise as the dawns glow and bring light to the land of my birth, where my mind and body are one with the African earth.

Awake my soul to sing praise, about the Glory of each new day. The freshness the goodness of God's amazing grace.

Awake my soul and sing praise, for God has blessed this new day!