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This was originally published by the author but he is no longer active and it's no longer published It's very dear to me and I've copied it and am adding it back.
~~ A poem of the reality of doubt and gloom, lifted by changing and looking up. ~~
A little story written in response to A Writing Challenge: Are You Up For It? by Bill Holland. ://hubpages.com/literature/A-Writing-Challenge-Are-You-Up-For-It
All things in life and in Nature must let go in order to move forward and remain vital. ~©nhh
If not now, when? - - -
Love is a glorious state of being!
There are special thoughts and vibrations between friends. Perhaps these poems will help to express some of mine in my own special way for each of my friends, here, shanmarie. ~©nhh,
Many beloveds seem trapped in their dire straits, unable to swim well in them. Their anguish becomes mine no matter how well I swim my own. May I inspire their own roses to replace the tears.~©nhh
Tricks of light require special weather conditions: still air & layers of cooler or warmer air atop each other literally bend light, creating beguiling illusions beckoning one to seek them out. ~©nhh
The impact of words is a personal, subjective experience for the recipient, having little to do with the composer of those words, once they fall on the recipient's eyes or ears. ©nhh
Winter Solstice in Northern Hemisphere, Summer Solstice in Southern Hemisphere bring Sol's rays to low angles for shorter, colder days, becoming more precious & vital to all living things. ~©nhh
A metaphor of polishing a stone lends itself to polishing one's work & one's life. From good natural materials, something of beauty & meaning emerges, available for sharing & further polishing. ~©nhh
In loving memory of my eldest sister, Harriet Holdeman Saufley, and her family, who perished 53 years ago today. She was 14 years my elder but was only 35 then.
Inspiration is essential to creativity, but ia groundless without work. Work is essential, but is sterile till inspired. Occurring in different proportions, both are essential to creativity. ~©nhh
Who hasn't been drawn by the magical, mystical allure of romance into it like metal shards drawn to a magnet? The allure may even become our refuge and our home. ~©nhh
The beauty in bountiful nature which surrounds and fills each human heart is astounding and unbound! Let us never fail to notice, admire and appreciate it! ~©nhh
Let our hearts be always crystal clear and ever exuding warmth. ~©nhh
This essence is the quality of Quality, always unmistakeable wherever it is experienced or beheld and which several well-known persons exemplify. ~©nhh
We've all had them: déjà vu remembrances from past experiences. They're sometimes haunting, sometimes comforting, always irresistibly compelling. ~©nhh
It's like srolling through mind wanderings and day-dreamings, given over to spontaneous, creative, internally generated thought, apart from fixed attention to external demands and distractions. ~©nhh
The midnight sky trembles with flashes of lightning, while the day brings double rainbows.
A flight of fantasy! - Such freedom, such bliss, ~ such unsurpassed fun! ~©nhh
It originates not from without; it must begin and radiate from within, with or without further support. Only then does it abide.
They surely observe us in our comings and goings. Wonder what they'd whisper in our ear if we would pause to hear?
Life eras, like silken velvety chiffon, haunt one's memory and assume legendary auras.
Magnificent horizons imprinted on my memory, reflected in my poetry, illustrating my amazing life in sweeping, generous, vibrant shapes and colors . . .
From the smallest entity to infinity, from the mind to the heart, from philosophy to science, in music and in light . . . there is Resonance. ~©nhh
Whether it's a physical getaway or mental and emotional, the value of a respite and place of personal freedom 'to be' is simply immeasurable!
Seeking silence midst the noise and respite midst the chaos.
Exploring the glittery contrast of both feeling 'at home' and also of feeling unsettled among ordinary rocks and extraordinary stars.
So much Depends on So little. Life Is such A fragile thing. __© Nellieanna H. Hay
My muse, Emily Dickinson, weaves through my musings in various episodes. One Spring saw much of that as I found the time to intensely study her works and life.
My beloved made a card for me which still deeply touches my heart and inspires it!
The silken softness of sweet memory, infused with strains of tunes or symphonies which have held the heart enthralled while life was being lived- return to thrill again.
The secret things, from sublime to basal, from universal to personal, from actualized to fragmented, from purest white to passion's purple: are they not our most magical sanctuaries?
A hub for the series: PERSPECTIVES': April's theme, ART; presenting my perspectives on this subject.
If a person's favorite color is blue, blue tends to dominate the selections and surroundings of the person's life, with one more 'Blue' always still missing and needed for completion! ___nhh
You meet a person whose face instantly etches on your heart. You recognize a kindred spirit, know you'll never again be the same. Destiny has touched your life forevermore. Even death ignites life.
Poetic glimpses of lake scenes and memories .
High-spirited poetry just for the fun of it. No other purpose; not a serious thought. Feels good to be carefree and spurn what I've wrought! ;-)
This charming, enchanting film was released the year I graduated from college and went to work - 1953.
Yes Winter seems long and likes to tarry; - but I choose to bring in Spring!
The spark of life is surely a form of energy and a product of energy. What else?
What is more delightful than the gentle language of the heart?
The Unofficial HubPages Lollipop Award is given by its current holder to a Hubber who deserves its special recognition.
Eighty-one years ago on this day was my personal beginning ~
Who pulls your strings? Others or yourself? Do we really think we're independent? There's much to consider. . .
Tickle me toes, Cuddle me soles, The season is upon us.
The touching dramatic story of "Anna & the King" reveals that love blossomed between them which could not be fulfilled. It taught him that it would be possible to love just one woman; her, that, though a widow, she & her heart were still fully alive.
A puzzlement's a puzzle, However we view it.
Like swarms of butterflies, the heart learns how to fly its destiny, told whimsically in original poetry.
THE MIRROR - The gentle heart looks out, Sees a gentle Earth On a gentle day In a gentle year. ____© Nellieanna H. Hay
It would be difficult to find many people, at least on this continent, who've not seen this all-time classic film, based on the historic 1936 novel by Margaret Mitchell, about the passing of "The Old South" in the Civil War, & all it involved in the history of the USA; nor can we forget the vivid...
Following the Entr'acte, the story continues into Acte 2, starting shortly before the Confederates have lost the Civil War in 1865, returning beaten and bedraggled to their lands, finding them devastated and the slaves freed. Scarlett, Rhett, Ashley, Melanie are personally affected & all the...
We seem oddly inclined to overlook, to underestimate, even to dismiss what simply IS! Why do we do that?
A collection of my original poetry about the glow of a lovely day and of a lovely lady.e.g: Every day's A beautiful Beginning. ____© Nellieanna H. Hay
Original poetry views events & associations as bookmarks of life. Each person has bookmark moments to treasure & recall life's events.
My original poetry themed by the metaphor of the rose, as relates to love and life's experiences.
A second Halloween, 2012 hub, consisting of my original poetry pointing out two highly contrasting meanings of the term "Bewitched".
Especially written original poetry for a Halloween thought, which expresses my deep feeling that what's scariest is evil lurking in humans' hearts, minds & souls, - rather than in monsters or demons.
Prose & poetry based on a precious moment when my grown granddaughter was 6 & in a 'dark' mood, but responded favorably to a suggestion that her day could be colored brighter by choice.
Based on my experience and observance of the metamorphosis of present US education from earlier, including some of my original poetry relating to the subject.
Young Columbian musicians' dedication to their music inspires a poetic outpouring.
A 'fun' romp with cyberly 'trying on' various hairstyles, described in prose & original poetry.
Poetic tribute to my late husband, in a collection of original self-narrated & texted poetry. Example: "If I can fill Your heart With gladness It is a gift I give myself." ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
An outpouring of original poetry in anticipation of an oncoming Autumn, when summer just won't cease.
An incredible exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art inspired this report and further research into the era of "The Plumed Serpent" featured in the exhibit.
A poetic reminder to not only be aware of care of the Earth and its limited resources but to FEEL a caring kinship with & love of our home spinning around in space: our habitat.
A poetic tribute to this term which occurred to me for an optimistic-realistic perspective during a 'down' period when it was a comfort just having a name for recurring limbo moments..
A reprise viewing of the movie "The Sandpiper" inspired this poetic tribute to its actors, Elizabeth & Richard Burton, and the gorgeous theme song.
He was a great friend and fellow-writer, a man of stature who exemplified the finest-tuned principles of his faith. R.I.P., Dave Price.
On the bright side, these original poems describe the feeling of release & freedom to spread wings & fly, to sing & joyfully embrace life!
A look into the 'Bette Davis eyes' & her unexcelled film career, in which she reigned as a Hollywood Star for 57 yrs.
Poetry portraying the JOY of being, of loving, of living, e.g.: '" . . this is who & what you are at any moment you simply allow yourself to be. This is you, a fountain of joy." __© Nellieanna H. Hay
A collection of my original poetry about exclusive love, highlighted by a long-favorite song based on a Chopin Etude.
The 1st of a series of 16 collaborators who share personal wisdom for gracefully aging.
At the funeral for my beloved sister, Ruth, there were several joyful and long-awaited reunitings of the cousins and me, their Aunt Nell,- last of my generation of our family.
Commemorating the life and liveliness - and the death of my sister, Ruth, the last of my natal family.
A look at 'Milk & Honey': sources of nutrition & homey medical cures, representations of plenty throughout history, and inspiration for a collection of my original poetry.
Ah! The here & now! Today! The moments of this day are life's time & place. Knowing that allows fully living life.
Poetic pondering about our most vital 'element' of the four in classical thought: AIR; easily taken for granted. How memorable, though, when a moment's air summons déjà vu to screens of head & heart!
Collection of my original poetry lifting the very presence of special people - family, friends, loved ones - out of the ordinary & into my highest circle of esteem.
My poetic account of a WWII experience on the Yangtze River while George delivered supplies to a remote China port.
Celebrating the merry month of May and summer to follow - in poetry and song!
In spring, my poetry recalls fleeting imagery invading the mind & heart, at times so wispy that it's evaporated or gone invisible before they can be identified.
This is a mere poetic romp into tongue-in-cheek whimsy. I'm not sure where it's been or where it may propel us. But you're invited ~ ~ to play with me!
Poet remembers a 6 year old self receiving a post office package marked "Fragile", which became the name she gave the contents of the package - a lovely doll.
Poetry inspired by Charles Tomlinson Griffes' "The White Peacock" classical musical piece infused with mystical sounds of French impressionists.
An collection of original romantic poetry, which incorporates the subtle, sensual image of the succulent apple from early mytstical history.
Romantic poems celebrating romantic destiny & beautiful imagery of North African citadels, or casbahs, then journeying to other romantic destinations.
Poetry of deep love in which the beloved is the 'reason for being'.
Recalling O.Henry's quote about 'sobs, sniffles, & smiles' inspired this poetic focus on life's 'corners, kinks & curves' which often dominate our lives.
First harbinger of Spring each February, beautiful blossoms of Japonica, inspires anticipation.
The majesty of sunlight as it fuels life on our planet & represents life's dearest emotions, here expressed in original poetry, beautiful photos & music.
Poetic, philosophic pause to ponder layers of life, from birth to its earthly conclusion ~ & then?
Light, life, love, linked & lavished on imagination's screen in this collection of original poetry.
Looking at the creative process, sharing the process & its branches.
Poetic diary shares its abundance & pictures itself with its handwritten poetry.
We've all experienced a quest for a "return" to a place where we felt 'more ourselves'. Returns, - physical, geographical, emotional, intellectual or spiritual, - change lives.
The enchanting movie, "The Grass Harp" tickled a poetic pause for turrets & treehouses.
Christmas Tulips arrived on my doorstep with no ID for the sender! (found out it was my daughter!)
Souvenirs may be 'things' or merely mementos of scenarios, encounters, goals reached or being honored.They're treasures in our hearts & may be kept among our poetry.
Poetic reflection of life's experience & growth, traced upon a misty, wintry window-glass.
We've all experienced passing someone we enjoyed & we shared the moment; but it was only that once. Then the moment was gone, leaving us on our way again. We never forgot it.
Nostalgia is timeless, ageless & genderless. What's more static & sterile than a life without the full array of feelings?
What speaks of love & desire more universally than a kiss? From first timid ones as kids till last ones in maturity - a kiss is memorable.
The heart fulfills itself, e.g.: "True hearts Beat constantly Together. " ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
My original poetry expresses both reality & fantasy, bringing these opposite facets of awareness together harmoniously, to be accented with special Noel Coward music.
Changes & contrasts all around, experiencing life in motion, a poetic notice of its textures & fabrics.
Play of moiré patterns of light reminds the poet of love's shimmering facets.
Original poetry captures evening's & autumn's long shadows, among my most precious reminders of those treasures of life's experiences.
"The one song Must end For another To begin." ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
Any day is 1440 minutes; only 2 minutes each day are represented with 4 identical numbers: 11:11. Our magical times!
"Poetry Invisibly Writes upon The page of life." ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
A way of saying "Thank you, Martie!" to a dear fellow Hubber & friend.
Children have it unwrapped. Grown-ups must discover & unwrap wonderment for ourselves or miss one of life's prime treasures, unless realizing the futility of missing it. ©nhh
We think of moments as special highlights in our memory trove, but the most significant moments are in the present, real life; ~ a magic carpet!
The poet must agree with the singer: it's "All Or Nothing At All" when it's love.
The pleasure of love when one believes it is reciprocated: an elusive dream or is it so?
Poetry remembers - even darkened days, relit: "Every day is a beautiful beginning." _________© Nellieanna H. Hay
Quietly contemplating life & the beloved with restrained awe.
Pondering meanings & lessons of experience.
"Denseness breaks, Crumbles; Reveals this Speck of clarity." _______© Nellieanna H. Hay
When asked what instrument would I most want to play if I could have & play it really well; my answer: a fine grand piano.
SO-SUMI This is for all human endeavors and experiences.
Rhythm is an invisible action or quality, not a 'thing'.
Mother promised her gold thimble to the daughter who became the best seamstress; I won it.
My handwritten poems in various notebooks, blank books, odd folders full of scraps of paper.
"If I can touch the sky, There is no reason why I can't touch you! I do!" ______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Sleeping accesses one's subconscious where dreams, ideas, & even poetry are stirred.
Intriguing playfulness & musicality of these words in tandem to be enjoyed with a bit of abandon.
Reflections rippling on water and memories lingering in the mind, shimmering in the ether!
Becoming one's fullest whole self can be a bumpy journey. Eagerly embraced, it brings enormous satisfaction.
The basic senses provide keen perception of all around us; natural is superior to any manmade titillations
If I forget to paint the day The day reminds me To gather up my brushes. ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
I have learned that my authenticity provides the only strength and possession I have. ~©nhh
You blew across my desert Like a sea-breeze. I send you back The blossoms Of my heart. __© Nellieanna H. Hay
Just a house really isn't a home and a chair really is just a chair without someone sitting there . . .
Heady scent of new mown hay, Glittered by a glowing harvest moon. __© Nellieanna H. Hay
What am I doing the rest of my life? My views on becoming 80! Loving life!
Collection of original poems with common theme of morning's effects on life & love. e.g: Morning is a friend Night ~ a parent. ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
Parody of 'My Shadow", fav of "A Child's Garden of Verses".
Upon a hill I climbed one day By accident, I found my soul & recognized it . . . _________© Nellieanna H. Hay
Ribbons Of time Unwind From Infinity’s spool To loop & heap In convolutions On the floor of space Beyond recall. ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
PREMISE: our language gears to possessiveness. Notice how even the premise assumes that we possess (our) language! So "now you have it". You may as well know.
I find A new friction Polishing The rugged crystal Even more. ____© Nellieanna H Hay
Life's textures & flavors compare to sipping espresso, tickling taste buds, leaving its effects.
Poetry & pictures depicting the glory of love & manifested in fresh beautiful japonica blossoms.
Poetry depicts strolling along life's promenade - experiencing & noticing the passing scene, extracting from it life's lessons & secrets, to be sorted out & fit into one's tenets & perspectives, as appropriate.
Spring brings a sense of renewal & joyfulness! Sharing its random thoughts in verse, from deep to titillating is merry good fun.
The festival That I celebrate Is being close to you. My holiday Is simply in your arms. ____© Nellieanna H. Hay
Destiny of any kind has a sweet taste about it, sometimes more bitter-sweet, perhaps, but always it beckons one to follow. ~©nhh
Resolution introduces live plants into living quarters improve its air.
The value in some days Is in their total Lack of value. Being only certain Of uncertainty Provides a certain Freedom from Uncertainty. . . . . . . . . ____© Nellieanna H. Hay
Exciting fossils & living 'stars' found on the ranch, along with an ancient clay tile, in response to an original photography contest.
One of the favorite themes - rainbows. They visit like a magic wand, vanish just as quickly, promising to come again.
My entry, from among the title choices for a hub-writing contest. . .
My poem depicts a sense of a fleeting encounter, having deep effects & connections.
Focusing on George Carlin’s routine contrasting American football & baseball, one of his funniest.
Momentous poetry expressing belief in life beyond its echoes, written at a life-turning point, and in retrospect.
Sometimes we reach out and grab pebbles. Sometimes we open our palm to find it full of pearls! ~©nhh
Curtains drawn aside For light Reveaing that They hide Imagination Only. ______© Nellieanna H. Hay
I wasn’t a person one would call an Elvis-freak; but a contemporary, I couldn't help but admire his talent, once he burst upon the scene.
Each sense is among the greatest luxuries of being alive!
OK, gang - It's soon time to set our resolutions
Twinkle ♦ Sparkle ♦ Flow ♦ Bestow ~ Stardust ♦ Starburst ♦ Glow ♦ Below __© Nellieanna H. Hay
Deep, deep, Deep In the forest In India - a dream.
Cut flowers! I'm a sucker for them!! I can't resist them & am a bit partial to lilies. All kinds & colors of lilies dazzle & delight me!
Islands in the tropics Hope becomes Chasing winter’s cold away. ______© Nellieanna H. Hay
December 7, 1941: Our lives were ever-after changed by one horrid war
The talisman I wear, Naked love for life . . . Awe-inspired, Familiar. . . Alive, ever expanding . . . ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
What is “want”? However it's defined, what it is to want is well known as a perpetual twinge.
Venturing beginner Into realms of Giants' sounds I am. Would that you could Take my hand. . . ___© Nellieanna H. Hay
A love of lilies: they're so alive, so authentic!
In this country, a fall day is set aside to give thanks for all we have, fittingly after harvest-time, as in its first celebration by pilgrims.
Everyone must write His own book, Compose his own music And live each new day As it arrives. Those who know what they must do Are freest to And quickest to renew And live most fully. ____© Nellieanna H. Hay
Poetry Precedes its happenings, Or - follows. Living Needs no written lines, to be, - Unless they're all there is. . . . ______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Thrice-stabbed left for dead, Soul staggers To its knees To finally creep Into light Of life again. __© Nellieanna H. Hay
A good father is among the most precious of any jewels on earth. My notice was captured by a sweet father-son relationship in my neighborhood.
Fascinating account of how a ground-breaking scientist, Louis Agassiz, taught his student, N.S. Shaler, who would become a leading scientist in the field, to "SEE" by being acutely alert and aware.
Friends commented that handwritten poems I'd shared compared with Emily Dickinson's; also that my life at the time shared elements with hers. She became my muse, with whom I feel deep kinship.
You're invited to join with me in contemplation of the meanings and the values of a personal state of serenity during (or in the face of) all life's rites of passages, both major and minor ones. Children have it unwrapped. Grown-ups must discover & unwrap wonderment for ourselves or miss one of...
Teensy tiny tissue-thin slivers of Italian Pecorino Romano - elegant, intense, pungent and salty, randomly arranged on crisp broken sesame wheat Ak-Mak crackers. Fit for an émir.
I've used templates for drafting plans & for making quilts. The one that thrills me is the one I played with as a kid!
Pondering 'destiny' or 'accident' of birth & becoming who we are.
At times it seems like déjà vu. Surely we've lived this moment before. But no; brand-new again.
Whoo-o-o-o - - Halloween - - -
Mark feels like he's in another world, dizzy & unsure of all of it.
It's “a rock and a hard place,” chimed Mark & Nancy. It's discouraging.
Out-of-the-ordinary, occult happenings occur.
Spooltown has boomed to become Spooltown USA, with a major Amusement Park! It’s made its name a shrine!
The spooky house on the hill had been unoccupied for years.
". . .examine verities from time to time to see if they still are" is a line from my first webpage years ago. A good policy.
Inner light unquenchable, Glows & variegates Into beautiful free patterns Upon the screen of life. ______© Nellieanna H. Hay
OH! How to cope? We cannot know Where to go To find escape From this horrid fright, To avoid the rape Of decency And loss of hope. . . . . . . ____© Nellieanna H. Hay 10-10-10
Subtle artistry Cannot define What lives in majesty Beyond this pale And yet pervades it All. ______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Ah - the feel of fall, Invisible, - and yet Its ambience, So palatable. I sing the songs Of autumn In my soul, Even before the first leaves FALL. ____© Nellieanna H. Hay
Featuring the lovely 1948 movie "The Red Shoes" about the ballet and one ballerina, especially.
Messages whispered among wind-blown trees on side of the hill stir my heart to write of nature responding to season's touch telling what life is "all about".