I had a visitor today
She came in a peaceful quiet way
All graceful and beautiful too
She wore the prettiest Periwinkle blue
I saw her from a distance and she made me smile
Sadness left me
I feel much better now
I had a visitor today
She came in a peaceful quiet way
Always a reminder when I'm feeling 'blue'
Just a glimpse of her and I will make it through
Blue can be sad or sometimes dark
But Periwinkle blue has a hopeful spark
My visitor came dressed in blue
I feel happy, and hopeful
I WILL make it through
Come journey with me, through painting and poetry! Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen. ~Leonardo da Vinci~ It's my mission to combine them. ~Dawny B ~
Saturday, 4 February 2012
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Saturday, 21 January 2012
Sunday, 8 January 2012
Sunday, 1 January 2012
Beauty?
In a garden amongst roses
A little daisy like flower sits
She looks in awe and amazement at her beautiful counterparts
What does it feel like to be so beautiful
To have every eye on you
People from all walks of life see you as beautiful without question
She feels invisible and an eyesore
She continues to be watered but not really nurtured
Her job is to make the roses look good
She's alright to look at, but not beautiful
One day someone decides that beauty looks like her
She is picked and taken away to the place where roses go
She's never been so she doesn't know what to expect
She is overwhelmed by this new experience
She begins to feel beautiful
Day after day she feels this way
Days turn into weeks
Weeks turn into months
Months turn into years
And that feeling begins to fade
Especially when she gets a glimpse of her reflection and sees
A daisy like flower
Never a rose
A little daisy like flower sits
She looks in awe and amazement at her beautiful counterparts
What does it feel like to be so beautiful
To have every eye on you
People from all walks of life see you as beautiful without question
She feels invisible and an eyesore
She continues to be watered but not really nurtured
Her job is to make the roses look good
She's alright to look at, but not beautiful
One day someone decides that beauty looks like her
She is picked and taken away to the place where roses go
She's never been so she doesn't know what to expect
She is overwhelmed by this new experience
She begins to feel beautiful
Day after day she feels this way
Days turn into weeks
Weeks turn into months
Months turn into years
And that feeling begins to fade
Especially when she gets a glimpse of her reflection and sees
A daisy like flower
Never a rose
High
Sweet kisses all over the place
Make my heart race
Softly slowly and full of passion
They start up my engine
The feel of your hands on my skin
Cheek, ear, face and chin
Makes me feel desired
My body is on fire
Come here baby and handle the flames
Over and over and over again
I'm intoxicated by your scent
Dreamy sweet and heaven sent
Arms strong hold me close
Heart beating in time with mines
Love making love, it gets me high
Takes me away with wings I can fly
Above all the day to day routine
Living not existing and feeling free
Free to feel the ecstasy and pleasure
Makes struggle and hard work even sweeter
Thanks for the journey into the sky
I'm no longer chasing the high
Make my heart race
Softly slowly and full of passion
They start up my engine
The feel of your hands on my skin
Cheek, ear, face and chin
Makes me feel desired
My body is on fire
Come here baby and handle the flames
Over and over and over again
I'm intoxicated by your scent
Dreamy sweet and heaven sent
Arms strong hold me close
Heart beating in time with mines
Love making love, it gets me high
Takes me away with wings I can fly
Above all the day to day routine
Living not existing and feeling free
Free to feel the ecstasy and pleasure
Makes struggle and hard work even sweeter
Thanks for the journey into the sky
I'm no longer chasing the high
Friday, 7 October 2011
Who will hear my cry?
Who will hear my cry?
Little girl with a heart that is broken
Holding it together and no words are spoken
Mislabelled and misunderstood
No one knows what's going on in her hood
Dealing with the separation of mommy and daddy
Addition and subtraction seem so petty
No one to talk to
Who will see her point of view
There's more to this child
Beyond her forced smile
Did anyone bother
to ask her mother
Has something changed ?
Is everything ok ?
That just didn't happen back in the day
Her struggles would haunt her for many years
Fueled by anger, frustration, and fears
Determined to be more than what you see
Her purpose is clear
That little girl is free
Free to move on and get educated
To be the voice for the next generation
Of mislabelled boys and girls
She will be the light in their darkened world
A voice of encouragement and nurturing too
She will embrace them in ALL they go through
Developing trust through test after test
She molds them and helps them to do their best
And see the endless things they can do
When she understands them and the trials they go through
A voice of reason, a cheerleader too
cheering them on
Helping them through
Many of them have graduated
And are college educated
Willing and ready to show the world
When you help the mislabelled boys and girls
They can have a brighter future
They just need to be nurtured
This is dedicated to my SHERO Shawnette Anderson DeRosa para-educator in the Bermuda Public School.
I have seen you go through many trials and triumphs and tears of frustration and pride. You are on the right path, you are and will continue to be a GREAT educator. The students that you have and will continue to embrace, nurture and encourage are blessed. Thank you for inspiring me.
Thank you to all the PARA-EDUCATORS, who in my opinion are the UNSUNG heroes, because of you children have an advocate and extra support, YOU ARE VALUABLE and APPRECIATED. THANK YOU!!!!
Little girl with a heart that is broken
Holding it together and no words are spoken
Mislabelled and misunderstood
No one knows what's going on in her hood
Dealing with the separation of mommy and daddy
Addition and subtraction seem so petty
No one to talk to
Who will see her point of view
There's more to this child
Beyond her forced smile
Did anyone bother
to ask her mother
Has something changed ?
Is everything ok ?
That just didn't happen back in the day
Her struggles would haunt her for many years
Fueled by anger, frustration, and fears
Determined to be more than what you see
Her purpose is clear
That little girl is free
Free to move on and get educated
To be the voice for the next generation
Of mislabelled boys and girls
She will be the light in their darkened world
A voice of encouragement and nurturing too
She will embrace them in ALL they go through
Developing trust through test after test
She molds them and helps them to do their best
And see the endless things they can do
When she understands them and the trials they go through
A voice of reason, a cheerleader too
cheering them on
Helping them through
Many of them have graduated
And are college educated
Willing and ready to show the world
When you help the mislabelled boys and girls
They can have a brighter future
They just need to be nurtured
This is dedicated to my SHERO Shawnette Anderson DeRosa para-educator in the Bermuda Public School.
I have seen you go through many trials and triumphs and tears of frustration and pride. You are on the right path, you are and will continue to be a GREAT educator. The students that you have and will continue to embrace, nurture and encourage are blessed. Thank you for inspiring me.
Thank you to all the PARA-EDUCATORS, who in my opinion are the UNSUNG heroes, because of you children have an advocate and extra support, YOU ARE VALUABLE and APPRECIATED. THANK YOU!!!!
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