Tag: treasure

Joy’s Smile #orphans #uganda #sundaydevotion

Faith, orphans, Photography, Poetry, Uganda

Goodness in those eyes

kindness in his smile

 little fingers wrap in mine

 never want to let go

God is the maker

children such a gift

may actions always match

the love I feel inside

 

I am always disturbed when I hear of children who are cast-offs. Our world has grown careless with its real treasures. We would never throw away gold, but these little ones are much more precious than any gem.

I am grateful that there are those in the world who have hearts willing to pour their love into a heart and rekindle precious smiles.

“He called a little child to him, and placed the child among them.
And he said: “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.
Therefore, whoever takes the lowly position of this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven.
 And whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.
 “If anyone causes one of these little ones—those who believe in me—to stumble, it would be better for them to have a large millstone hung around their neck and to be drowned in the depths of the sea.'”
~Matthew 18:2-6

 

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Nostalgia #poetry #beaches #photography

Photography, Poetry, poets united

beach shadow

memories of feet caressing sand

beaches and piers, a quest

chasing shore birds

digging for treasure

building castles in shared dreams

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sand collapses

sun shines too bright in my eyes

you walk with another

The word “nostalgia” comes from two Greek roots, nostos meaning ‘return home’ and algia ‘longing’. However neither poetry nor politics birthed the term, rather it came from ‘medicine’. In the seventeenth century nostalgia was considered as a curable disease, like a common cold.

Nostalgia is a longing for a Place as well as for a Time.

Sharing with Poets United – the theme this week Nostalgia.

 

 

Lost Treasure #poetry #photography

Home, nature, Photography, Poetry, sea

monterey

where did you leave your treasure

I asked of stormy sky

the tide is quick receding

it will retreat and hide

where did you hide the treasure

beneath a shell or brook

I cannot deep go wading

or wet will be my book

where did you leave my treasure

I look into moon’s eye

 a blushing smile revealing

and wearing a disguise

where did you leave your treasure

I hasten now to look

before the sea comes surging

I’ll drown while being o’ertook

blue striations

Where did you leave your treasure???

Pirates Sign with an “X” #atozchallenge #photography #poetry

a to z challenge, Photography, Poetry

x

“X” marks the spot

where you first crossed my heart

never to be apart

since you boarded my ship

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though the Jolly Roger is faded

overgrowth covering the hull

our cup is always full

Cabernet fills our glass

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never to be apart

never love to stow

there are things we in secret know

treasure’s deep within

A2Z-BADGE-000 [2014]

When you use words you are able to keep your mind alive.

Writing is my way of reaffirming my own existence.

~Gao Xingjian

Look at Me #poetry #photography

Photography, Poetry, poets united

boys

you cannot  measure it, I know

nor can you wield  like sword or pen

tho fingers long to take, possess

it’s elusive now and then

aspire to  greatness, it is gone

turn your back and then it stays

for those out front and thespian types

it dances and it plays

why you so eager,  trap and grasp

success within your hand

for those with truly many gifts

never see its feathers fanned

then grasp now to what you will

look at  days for all they are

for you much treasure may you see

holding life,  a child, shining star

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Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is success. Is success within your grasp or do you reach for other things???

Lost in the Fog #photography #poetry

Haiku, nature, Photography, Poetry

solemnbeach

The goal of the challenge at Carpe Diem is to take the Tanka (written by Takuboku) as an  inspiration for a Tanka:

On the white sand
Of the beach of a small isle
In the Eastern Sea
I, my face streaked with tears,
Am playing with a crab
(c) Ishikawa Takuboku
Dragging my feet
my hopes and dreams have sunk
mournful horn
no treasure in the fog
stench of seaweed
Photography  © L. Moon 2013