I was born with poetry in my heart I imagine! ! For as long as I can remember I have been Journaling and keeping a record of thoughts and feelings about the world around me. I have lived in some of the most beautiful places in England and that has enhanced my
gratitude for all things in nature. I am in love with more of life every day. Celebrate it all with me. Peace and joy. From Fay. more »
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Fay Slimm Poems
A Pure Love.
As the snowdropp sea of glistening white Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
A New You.
Close your eyes and gently walk Down dreamy Memory Lane. Now stoop to pick and smell the flowers. Choose just short stays - or stay for hours!
A Bit o' Fun!
(For the girls) - Scene - Bedroom. Television On. Who wants hot-rocking
A Wasted Love?
Can love be wasted, Erode with neglect? Could it diminish
Child's E-Mail To God.
Dear God I am riting this to let you no My Mom's coff got worse and she's just ad to go. I dont no your E-mail but your everywhere So sum angel will give it you God, cos you care.
I am Love.
I am the way you see the world. I prompt the thoughts you have every day. Find me in your gasp of delight When viewing dawn's sunrise, then I will stay.
Tribute To Love.
Love is the composite ................ of many fine traits, With finesse drawn from caring, .....................by small acts
A Poet Remembered
Too many were to mourn.The war Had taken all the young, but left Behind a few who stumbled, blind Or lame, some, faring worse, bereft
A Day in the life of a Child
Cheeks dimpling Two eyes gleam Lips parting. Baby's smiling.
And What Of Passion?
Can it be passion That gives meaning to joy Which results in emotions Excelling in ardent employ?
Blaming the Moon.
Oh ominous moon - - pale portent of doom. White luminous disk, suspended aloft Thick blanket of black shot thru' with bright Shiny catseyes of light, coating in soft
Atop the lake today splayed a dancing Net of flickering sparkly bright gems, the sun And breeze playing duet, I stood entranced As water teemed alive. Light, having fun
Home is within the Self. All voyage brings us there. To be aware of welcome We would have been sharing
March gone, I return April washed, ready For writing once more, my exciting dreams Needing a pen nudge me, with steady Muse again daily, poetic scheming
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A Pure Love.
As the snowdropp sea of glistening white
Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing
Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty
Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
It's every head of gleam shyly downward
In a modest pose, but lift each face and
Look at love so pure it takes us forward
In accepting states of grace that random
Fate never planned, but rather Godly love
Created. They glow with light, and scented
Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above
This ocean of delight hangs, relentless,
January sky which now threatens rain.
Pure love is snowdropp white ...