Gems - Gabrielle Bryant-Gainer (books to get back into reading TXT) 📗

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Luna
Some are so tempted by the blood red moon
To steal her magic and spiritual might
They darken themselves with a lustful swoon
Fairing their hearts the illustrious fight
To conquer her mystery is a feat
That often turns lovers to war and greed
As righteous ministers further this plight
To say the dark creates evil indeed
With my hope fluttering on spellbound stars
I watch from afar in a reverie
As Luna smiles throughout all of our wars
And only the truly gifted can see
Though magic is used for many a gift
There is also the power of the truth
And when the world's powers begin to shift
Who is there to guard our eternal youth?
The secret of the moon is in her smile
The joyful face of a woman in love
So joyous of all that's free from beguile
Perpetual magic ruled from above
 
Tree of Light

I have noticed that whenever I pray,
People get better and heal from disease,
So I shall fold my hands while on my knees,
To clear my head without further delay.
I ask guidance from the Lord come what may,
"Will someone send me a messenger, please?"
Still the winds are turning upon the trees,
Those whisperings are all he can convey.
I shall not falter for before this light,
In heaven's mysterious secrecy,
The truths glisten in a magical rite,
Where thoughts create the mind, soul, and body.
Let the hymns of our ancestors ignite,
So that we can rise as life from the tree.
 
God’s Glory
You
are the
morning sun
rising from life
after life again
the peace and quiet of
an afternoon breeze and shared
laughs in these beautiful lives
I know you deserve all the Glory
you share with everyone gladly
when people are in need, you will lend hands
you don't feed the evils of mankind
you see everything, know all
and you know our hopes so well
you shed light on the dark
for our sufferings
You cry the rain
You see us
and you
reign
Who
would cast
you aside?
with bitterness
for pains they endured
you won't settle for less
Than the grace to all which you
blessed, the light is there, the light will
always be here throughout our struggles
Even when these clouds of despair hide you
The stars still shine beyond all that we see
A bright shining place full of wonder
and miracles, divinity
 
You are the morning sunrise
you are the calming hand
The summer's rainbow
A child wishing
With my God
I am
Free
 

 
 
The Ocean Girl

An Ocean girl
not a Virginia girl
now drenched in midnight
who has slept by the fire-light
and who would wake up always
looking for the sunshine
I'll catch the stars
with my fishing rod
I am an ocean kind of girl
I see this world in sea green
in deep torrents
of perpetual blues
Although I've been planted firmly
at the edge of your bed
I'm moving to Carolina
to let my body be
the waters amidst shells
strip my seal skin
and swim in the deep
find myself an
Ocean boy.
 
The Watchers

On this path you now tread
Be careful of the onyx bred
The cruel pulp of ashes spread
From the revenant kindred
the cacophony of hosts
minds that gangle through
An angel’s orb of honors
giggle gaggle giggle
Hide my spell
Do it with grace
Let it move
in fleetly ways
In the dark hours
Winsome little fae
Marvel at our vital life-blood
It causes such a wraith
The claw that holds the heart
From re-animated pasts
A spirit only wanting
To calm you down at last
Invisible walls hold us
We are vacant fires
We sparkle, we burn
In an attic full of leaves
Autumn’s sweet asylum
 
In the copses and trees
What a cold malign
Boxed up and forsaken
Pungent decomposition
Paths that intertwine
In a timorous design
Beauty’s breath only
A flake of light
Bright with a spark
Of a pallid life
Full of imagination
Nocturnal shrills of sirens
It’s the crux of our condition
To seek a soul’s predations
Storms of rain
Of melancholy snow
Winter twilight smiles
This lurid smile
The walls creaking
With loquacious conversation
To the bed and the window
And the sublime moon
A maestro of lullabies
Feeding sleep into our bones
Delicate light spills into a
Darksome night of stars
Dread my sepulchral scars
Dread their empty stares
Of blighted seduction
Follow these instructions
 

Circle around the Sun

Her lover is turned into one
who has seen the most intangible
in waves of bright red ribbons
that are spiraling into heaven;
it has been mistaken
by the folks in their carousals
as the most beautiful halo:
a circle around the sun.
She was once taken captive
by the moon you see
and suspended by the stars
in perfect symmetry;
Love could not have her for
this circle that was spun
and had forever sent Him
circling around the sun.
Their laughter applauds the madness
of the man with burnt wings
for he mourned his soul's flame
those revelations of becoming.
Yet he wonders how it took so long
his heart beating upon the sky
as each morning she wonders too
why am I not also the one who
is circling around the Sun?
She wants to know herself
can't give her love to anyone else
 
his sight is strained; and he sees
her eyes no longer seem to believe.
He speaks her name before she’s gone
he loves her though she’s no longer one
and then she circles around the sun
in the most peculiar splendor.
To be a Fairy
Mother, have you heard of the Elves,
Who guard themselves in hidden realms?
Oh what a gift it would be,
To be one of the fairies!
Brother, have you heard of the silly Sprites
And foreign wars waged with winged knights
Who journey far and like Fossegrim
Become laughter and bubbling light?
Sister, have you heard of the ageless Sylph
Immortal souls worth more than wealth
Showering the earth with feathered wings
And did you, sister, ever hear one sing?
Mother, have you heard of the earth Elves
Guarding secrets in their forest realms?
"Oh what a gift it would be
To be one of the fairies!"
Brother, have you heard of the Genie
 

Or maybe you've heard of Leprechauns?
Little Irish shoemakers dressed in green
No one knows what treasures they're hiding!
Sister, have you heard of the Dryads
Tree nymphs that rarely one perceives?
They're bound to their trees eternally
And love to disguise themselves in leaves!
Father, have you heard of the gnomes
They live mainly underground,
Ruled by Gob on his crystal throne?
They'll care for almost anything.
Although the world of the Fey may seem to be
A little small, a little unseen
No fairy will escape your eye
If you clap three times and really try!
"Oh what a gift it is to be
A fairy, a fairy!
Oh what a gift it is to be
To be one of the fairies!"
 

 


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Publication Date: 05-28-2010

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