COTTON CANDY, FERRIS WHEELS

The fun

House bellows a contageous laugh

To be heard amongst voices

Drawing crowds as they pass.

The coaster of wood

Goes "clank, clank, clank"

Till screamers in unisom

Get their fill on the planks.

A child runs by

Calling "mommey"

As she pulls out a dollar

For cotton candy so yummy.

Pink fluffy sugar

Spun again and again

Making sweet treets

Making little faces grin.

Sticky hands tell tales

of fun

Looking up at mom

The fun's

just begun.

Turning the corner

Tilt-a-whirl

awaits

Bumper cars and scrambler

Will tarry us late.

The ferris wheel's charm
By day or night

Highlights our fun

Doing it right.

Cotton candy, Frerris wheels

For young and old

Drawing the crowds

Both timid and bold.

We're never too old
We're never too young

Cotton candy, ferris wheels,

Excitement,

....and fun.

(c) 2/2007
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Will-O'-The-Wisp

A dream I might have

A white elephant's charm-

Oh, will-o'-the-wisp

You could do me great harm.

You're the prose

And the knight whose armour shines-

You're the comb so sweet

You're the brine.

You are the White Pine

The wind blast and the wry-

You are what you are

Your evil eye.

Your power is latent

Oh will-o'-the wisp-

My spirit has soared

A rhyme with a twist.

(c) 2007 Christine Rhay

SURPRISE

Surprise is a birthday party
Happy and warm.
Surprise Arizona
In absence I mourn.

Surprise is militant
A strategic term.
Surprise is what happens,
A day in court...adjourned.

The birth of a baby Born butt first,
Is surprise to the parents
Sweating the curse.

Surprise is a happy face
My grand child delievers.
Surprise is the love
That consumes me for years.

Surprise is not shock
Or suspense with fears.
Surprise can be smiles,

Surprise can be tears.

A surprise may come
For you this day.
Whatever it be,
Surprise will have it's way.

(c) 2/2007
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SWAYING WITH THE WIND

I thirst. I thirst for the
Dawn of day. The light of morn.

When obstacles in my
Path lay, when my heart
Was torn, and my life
Well-worn, I thirst for the
Dawn of day.

I thirst. I wait. I wait
And wait. Forever asking,
"Is this my fate"?

My soul is dry as the
Desert betrays,
With the scorching sun
It's life-threatening rays.

I thirst for the day--
The day to understand.
Then, with a struggle to squint
And much to my surprise
I'm swaying in the wind
Touching the sky.

My Maker knew--
He knew my thirst,
Eager for the day.

I knew not His plan
Nor this palm I am,
Nor my stature upright...the
Wind to sway.

My roots send out
Feelers, testing the soil.
My thirst to be quenched
Like a palm so royal.

Just like the palm
Swaying with the wind,
I'm swaying with the wind--
Swaying with the wind.

Song of Songs 7:3

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DAWN'S SONG

Give it up!, oh mysterious depths

Your starfish, foam tides, seashells;

At the water's edge I ponder and chide

Treasures in depth long dwell.

The moon's reflection's bright and full

The water's foam is mist in the night.

The cold wet air brings a fierce wind

So restless I am for morn's light.

The waters now calm, the horizon's red-orange

The night gives up the dawn;

A new day's here, rejoice my soul!

Foam tides, misty nights, Dawn's Song.

Bright moon brilliant night moving the tide

Release your treasures, so jealous I long;

I've found your starfish

and taken seashells

So breathless I am for "Dawn's Song."

(c) 2005
* The living in life is more than existing and who can stand at a seashore and not be touched by God. Who knows what the ocean's tide will

bring forth from the depths, and who knows what the soul of man conceals?

VICTOR

She could have been victim
She was abused;
She lived a hell
She didn't choose.

Tear-filled eyes
Don't despise;
For many years
She couldn't even cry.

This woman, this mother
Felt love consumed;
A mother's love
Constrained like doom.

Vowed for life
"For better or worse";
Understanding not
Her deadly course.

When marriage vows
Felt betrayals' sting;
What did it mean
That wedding ring?

The years drug on
No relief in sight;
Her abuse so cruel
Binding her tight.

He severed all friends--
Was she the devils prize?
The man called her husband
She grew to despise.

Feeling helpless and hopeless
The nights were so long;
Obsessed with her sexually
She's violated and wronged.

This man--her husband
Oppressed her raw;
An officer of duty
Defending the law.

Taking her victim
Unrelenting for want,
Self-serving and arrogant
Charismatic his front.

His wife "would-be" victim
Silent in wait;
Trapped and constrained
But really...the bait.

Caught in the act
What violent behavior;
His wife "would-be" victim
Now proving him traitor.

Rising with victory
Her innocence defending;
His prey is the victor
In truth now condemning.

(c) 2/2007
Rom. 8:37

RED

Red is the sunset

Red is the rose

Red is the heart

And the passion I chose.

Crimson is the depth

The red red tones,

The love of One Man

Paying prices I owed.

He bought me and He

Sought me

The price He paid is blood;

The sacrificial Lamb

A sacrifice of love.

Pilot speaks, the

Govenor of the day,

While washing red stains

From his hands...Should he pay.

Red is the color of

A slaughtered past

The crown of a King

The glory that lasts.

Red has many tones

An assurance of grace,

A message empowering

Runners for the race.

Phil. 3:14

C) 2007

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