~ Feast for All ~

If Moon Came to Dinner © Leah@Creative_Every_Day

The sky painted black with splashes of novas
Like the splashes of wine from our glasses
With the twinkle of stars, God's sprinkles of salt
Flavors dreams that are dreamt by the masses

We open our minds, imagination shall dance
Hand in hand, we keep time with every step
To the chorus of heartbeats and our minds in sync
Celestial ballroom, moon lit - the tables set

Fine china of Promise, like treasured porcelain
Holds knowledge and lessons - food for thought
We taste both the bitter, the succulent and sweet
Become full with the wisdom we've sought

We hold up our drinks in an ethereal toast
For our differences, glasses clank - yet none shatter
Guest list: Everyone, young or old, weak or fit
It's in our stories, we learn what really matters
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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Inspired by Sunday Scribbling's Fantasy Dinner Party.
It's out there, but when I found that picture, it just took off from there.

*Pfft...this is what I get for not reading...well I read it but the question being...was I paying attention lol! So..I was only supposed to invite seven to this dinner party. Interpret that as seven at a time or tables of seven. There are so many people both living and dead I'd love to meet.

~ NEW (acrostic) ~

Now it's imperative to change for the better, believe in yourself.
Energy spent trying to change enemies - just live by example.
What a new peace we could find if we just love and lift each other up.

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© Bobbie Sandlin

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For Sunday Scribblings: New.
Playing with American Sentences, with a dash of Acrostic.

~ Ocean ~

A world of salty liquid incubating life's diversity.
Many species, some yet to be discovered, swim and dance in her depths.
The bloodstream and life force is flowing currents of temperature extremes.
Her heartbeat is captured in the symphony of whale and dolphin songs.
Their sweet melodies vibrate and bounce across her rocky cavities.
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She's cold and crushing at her deepest, yet her mystery comes alive.
In her deepness live the rule breakers, so delicate and luminous.
Her inner fire and anger agitates as she transforms through time.
Inner strength, inner shell, much of which no man will ever see or touch.
Victims of explorations, undiscovered secrets we've yet to find.
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Her body heat fuels life's tempests, but she'll take the wind out of your sails.
Her pulse is the schools of life that migrate and toothed warriors on patrol.
Wisdom she's acquired is shared by the great sage of the sea, the whale.
She talks to us in the rolls of the waves, kisses us with salty spray.
Her heavenly body beckons the moon who tunes her tides without fail.
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Taking the notion, waves lap at your feet...warm, wet sand between your toes.
Edge of something huge...connected...this continent, you, and the ocean.
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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One Single Impression: Ocean Tried something a little different. This is in American Sentence style, though not perfect lol. 17 syllables per line. It took a while with it, but this was fun.

~ Spark! ~

Strike! Spark!

Ambition's ignition
Crackling thoughts
Creating your vision

Clarity so clear
Your dreams, technicolor
Expressions burst forth
Your voice, like no other

The Divine Electrician
Jiggles wires with fire
Charged minds come alive
Free thoughts and desires

Artistically painted
Poetically penned
Musical melodies
Creation never ends

Nature's Lightening
Rejuvenates the sky
Realigns molecules
Brilliant flashing design

Mental Lightening
Rejuvenates Creativity
Aligns thought with the thoughtless
Once blind, we now see

Enmeshed with the zone
Our creative big bang
Flows alive onto canvas
It's never in vain

Embrace you inner storm
It's indeed of the heart
Your masterpiece is waiting
All it takes is a Spark!
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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Just had a weird flow rattling, so I played with it a bit. I wanted "spark" and then just built from there. I don't know how satisfied I am with this yet. lol

This also applies to Weekend Wordsmith: Lightening

~ Journey, In Short ~

Life is not
Consumed with it's ending
Some say
The end is not 'The End'

Just a
New beginning in Spirit
Destination
Unknown but exciting

Your story
Did you soar or just fly?
Your lessons
How did you walk in Valleys?

Your spirit
Was it strengthened or weakened?
Your mind
Did you mature in wisdom?

In change
Through your seasons and strife
In choices
Tough, with forks in your path

In Love
With kindness and forgiveness
Your journey
Full of meaning, part of you
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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For Carry On Tuesday: #12.
Just playing. Read it all the way through, and then read just the top (short) lines.

~ Stargazer ~

Her mystical illusion comes alive
In midnight's magnificent splendor
So simple and yet so Divine
Her silhouette hints utter surrender

She's an audience to stars and galaxies
Their concert of twinkles and glow
Planetary orbits choreography
God's celestial, magical show

Hardened warrior, gentle nymph
Her character is strength and so raw
She cradle's God's tears, sways with the winds
Endures change in her Springs and her Falls

She's a Mother, Protector, a House of Love
To many a diverse family
Shelters the weak and the mighty tough
Both the furry and feathered species

Even the creepy and crawlies seek her
She's a world so all her own
She's cradled the creative dreamers and thinkers
And children in forts called her home

She carries her burdens, endures with time
Her diversity and beauty inviting
Her illusion so subtle, not well defined
Yet, you stare for her wisdom's enticing

So simple her lesson, naturally pruned
Leaves whisper in hope kissed breeze
Stargazer, her aura, the light of the moon
Reminds humanity to Love and to dream
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© Bobbie Sandlin
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The picture doesn't do her justice. This tree is more spectacular in the middle of the night, with just the stars and the moon, and the distant lights illuminating her. On the right hand side of the picture, though it's very angular in this shot taken at dusk, in darkness you see a chin, and nose, and the curves as if it is a face, tilted upward, as if it was a stargazer. Then on the left, with the branches going everywhere, that's her hair. It's a stunning illusion, and I have spent quite a bit of time at night sitting on the step just in awe of it. It just feels magical, and inspiring, and I finally had to sit and pen something for her.

~ Fragrance of Wisdom ~

The scent of history,
trapped between aged pages of books
and layers of time ravaged paper scrolls

Fingertips marvel at the frays
and battle scars of words guardians
Rough cloth and leather bound
Musty, antique aroma and dust fills the nostrils
as pages are flipped through, some eager
to turn, others reluctant to unveil
Typed words in straight margins
inviting the eyes into their story
Worn, creased corners mark journey's long gone
juicy revelations that beckoned
the reader, reluctant to stop
Exploring novel ideas, romance,
philosophies, and the mysteries of life

The rolled parchment
tarnished, and dyed in faded browns
by the demands of millenniums passing
Some torn and tattered
Others seemingly untouched
Creaking and moaning when revealing
Archaic rough script writings, of
past scribes, eager to share
the secrets of their time
The rolls, voice of the ancients
Tantalizing language and codes
The incense of deserted knowledge
consumes the air in their presence

The fragrance of wisdom
The visual spice to our eyes
For our minds, hungry to learn, must seek
~
© Bobbie Sandlin
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For this weeks prompt: fragrance. I was on the fence, and then in conversation tonight with a friend, she said something not even related to this, and the picture of old books flashed in my mind. I had to open a document and write it down really quick before I lost it.

~ Soul vs. World ~

The world screams of hate

My soul whispers Love
They try to steal your spirit
My soul connects with One

The world beats and whips you
My soul stands back Up
They kick and hit and pull you down
My soul survives uncut

The world twists and lies
My soul relies on Truth
They mock, berate, say hateful words
My soul remains unbruised

The world holds a grudge
My soul seeks to Forgive
They harbor pain, repeat mistakes
My soul absolves and lives

The world often cries
My soul extends Compassion
They shed their tears and realize fears
My soul's love is never rationed

The world resists change
My soul craves new Knowledge
They hang onto death and rituals
My soul conquers ancient bondage

The world is transformed
My soul expands in Love
They embrace Light and hand in hand
My soul and world are One
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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Wrote this tonight. Took a while, but dang. lol Nice flow, came out of nowhere.

~ Infinite Beat ~

Be quiet and you hear it, you'll hear the sound

Of all the Peace that has yet to be found
Between your pounding heartbeats, love is unwound
Feelings pour forth, no turning back now
Mind consumed with spirit, enlightenment bound
Soul vibrates eternally sound surround

The world can start changing, it all starts with you
Let go of hate, set your heart in truth
Be the loving spirit for those saddened and blue
Unselfishly, just share love, no excuse
Perceptions crumble, shifting, awake and so new
Open eyes sparkle with the view

Release your inner knowing, just open and see
Come see just what you were meant to be
Perfection and yet chaos, sweet clarity
We are all connected, we're one energy
Pulsing vibrations, our souls inner drum beat
Love expands infinite, beyond our dreams
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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Some word play and rhyme this morning. Very harmonic flow.

~ Ink to Paper ~

Ink to paper, flowing swift

Words come into view
Delicate, or scribbling
Old words are made anew

Put in patterns, some unique
Flows out a masterpiece
Of lost and found, joy or pain
Expressing bits of me

Everyone should grab a pen
The stress this so relieves
Express the pain and happiness
And thoughts alive and free

It doesn't matter, messy or neat
Paper crisp, or crinkled and ripped
Let out this voice within our minds
Ever flowing, the thoughts, heaven sent

One lonely phrase can so inspire
A story or prose of great worth
May only be yours and never published
These works, your thumbprint on earth

Future family may gaze upon
Their hands will touch the page
And with a smile, will wipe back tears
They’ll imagine you during your day

These bits of you, reflects in them
Recorded is your very nature
Lost forever, they’d never had known
If you hadn’t put ink to paper

~© Bobbie Sandlin~

~ Faith - verb ~

To love oneself enough to give

If only but a smile
To feed the hungry, touch the sick
And walk that extra mile

To have the strength to stand up
For principles truth and love
To never buckle under storms
To thrive when times are tough

To instigate peaceful things
Join strangers hand in hand
Carnage, war, hunger, strife
Hard times have hit these lands

To wipe tears from our childrens eyes
Amidst our worldly lessons
To raise them right, the glass half full
Their future brightly beckons

To sense and trust, there’s good in all
To cry and learn from bad
Open up our hearts and minds
Unique, we all have paths

To see the dark, yet bathe in Light
In truth I’ve surely learned
This word may be a noun to some
But faith is an “action” word
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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When I first started writing, my Mother gave me this idea..she wanted me to write a poem that expresses the "action" that faith entails. Hope you enjoy.

~ Be ~

Be the peace we've yet to see

Be the shining light
Radiate from deep within
Reflect in everyone’s eyes

Let them not remember you
For your sense of style
Let them fondly think of you
Your generous, and giving smile

Give to all, warm hellos
Be quick to offer help
They’ll think of you, remembering
And feel better about their self

Lend an ear to the weak
Minister to their souls
Comfort those that shed their tears
Give blankets to the cold

But most of all, be not afraid
Live faithfully with hope
Hardships, sickness, chaos and wars
With love we all can cope

So let us be and live together
With open eyes we’ll see
Peace can come, slow but steady
And starts with you and me
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~
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I think I was channeling a little Gandhi with a splash of Lennon lol! It was a fun write. Enjoy!

~ Visionary ~

Many people far and wide,

share this rock called Earth.
We all have each a sacred path,
and each is of great worth.
As many paths as there are souls,
it's our quest to be more Loving.
Some see clearly sacred sight
and some, so sad see nothing.

Some judge others based on looks,
and differences in skin.
Close minded, they live in hate,
so blind to beauty within.
To judge a person on outward impression
is so far from Divine.
Embrace each other, love one and all.
It's time, let's free our minds.

There are those so down in pain
they project and harbor sorrows.
Sapping energy from those around,
they've no hope for tomorrow.
When will they open up their eyes
and make a life decision?
Enjoy and dance within the Light.
Let's learn and grow in wisdom.

Nine to five, the bottom line
in the need to bring home dough.
They keep up with their neighbors,
yet are driven to debt filled holes.
What does all this money bring?
Buying houses, cars and things,
they forgot the love, the happiness,
their childhood, hopes and dreams.

To those afraid to trust and think,
just listen to your soul.
Trust your gut, trust so Divine
open up, and let Light flow.
Don’t just follow anyone.
Don't live your life in vain.
Each unique, we have our paths.
It's time to let Love Reign.

May loving joy surround you
and banish bad tendencies.
Drown out the fear and vengeful whims
that leave us lost at sea.
So stand up, yell and inform all,
even those that live contrary.
Inspire all to seek their truth.
Become a Visionary!
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~© Bobbie Sandlin~

This one, I'm on the fence with. To me, it's hokey..maybe because it seems out of character lol. But I just write the stuff as it comes. I hope you enjoy. :D

~ Life Circles ~

Glorious fields before me

Swaying in gentle breeze
Fields that span for miles
To infinity it seems

Behind me, beautiful mountains
Gorgeous, tall and raw
Gentle mist surrounds their peaks
Leaving me in awe

Trees sparkling with morning dew
Shimmering, spectacle sight
Standing tall towards heaven
Massive in their might

A prophet stands before me
I’m humbled by the sight
For I know this is a lesson
And I know the time is right

I now take notice to the sky
Clouds twist about and spin
Brilliant beauty circling
Molded by the wind

Chaos within circles
Yet twist and turn pristine
Spinning never ending
Glimmering with sheen

Time is not of issue
Time is not at hand
The only time of great concern
Is that of which is man

Great expanse of all that is
We are but a speck
We should live for every moment
Live with no regret

Despite of all the highs
And especially the lows
The circle keeps on spinning
Lessons keep us on our toes

Never are we alone
We are all and that within
And just when life is going good
The circle spins again

©Bobbie Sandlin




I wrote this not long after I first started writing. This was a dream. I woke up and immediately had to write it down. This is one of my personal favorites.

~ Love's Reign ~

Freely flow, break all the chains
Don't look back, not a thing to gain
Shed rusted shackles of the pain
The Light brand new, only Love remains
My Sight restored, nothing's the same
We are connected, banish war and shame
No greed, no hunger, no more evil claims
Only children laughing, playing innocent games
Hand in hand, the dawn of Love's Reign

©Bobbie Sandlin



Playing with a different style with the same rhyme. Very easy flow.

~ New Way ~

The mission

Give into love
Look up
Yes, straight from above
Joined together, souls hum
Vibrations in tune
Our life force
Expands in love

Quit waiting
Spread the song
Sing out
Sing it proud and long
Rejoice in voice
Vibrate the lands
Stand together
We'll carry on

Let's Awaken
From archaic dreams
We'll stretch
And break old seams
No walls or wars
Banish greed and tears
Hand in hand
All humanity

Perceptions
In the grip of change
So painful
Yet so much to gain
Enlightened we are
Like the morning star
It's the dawn
A brand new way

©Bobbie Sandlin

~ For Michael ~

©Bobbie Sandlin

My world off kilter, off key
My world so out of tune
A still and deafening silence
By the light of the midnight moon

The artist suddenly left us
His legacy in song
My piece of heart is missing
Surreal and yet so wrong

He was but the Master's brush
His dance so smooth and flowing
His canvas was the stage and hearts
Innovation, all his knowing

He sang out just to Thrill us
To unite the common man
Come Together, Heal the World
It is the Divine's plan

But alas, he is now silenced
Entombed and gold and roses
Speculation, crazy making
The world is all but frozen

Hearts cry out, "What do we do?"
We're numb in pain and tears
Teach our children, love one and all
Shed hate and conquer fears

He left a call to action
We'll get up march on
Humanity, unite in peace
It's love that keeps us strong

One day we'll hear a melody
All nations, races and creeds
Forever changed, our hearts and minds
He's planted angelic seeds

It's up to us to reap them
To hum sweet harmonies
Orchestrated, composed by God
This was sweet Michael's dream



June 25th, I was saddened to learn Michael Jackson passed away. It was weird. My life passed before my eyes, only in music. My husband was even struck in shock. "You Are Not Alone" was playing in the background of our honeymoon...I still can't listen to it lol. I can remember as a kid, closing the door to my room, putting my Thriller cassette into my tape player and dancing my heart out. I'll never forget the first time I saw the Thriller video. The music teacher rolled in the TV and VHS, popped the tape in and the entire class was just wowed. I can still remember that Billy Lucas had the red jacket with the zippers lol.
Michael's later years of course were marred with controversy. I was always a fan, never believed the allegations, and so I did a lot of searching. www.whoismichael.com is a good place to start. I was shocked and angered at the way the press twisted his life. I was even more angered when I learned how huge a humanitarian he was, you know...the great stuff that the press never reported on. Finding a little boy named Farko a liver. The fact that he spent a lot of time on tours visiting orphanages and hospitals handing out toys and reading to kids.
Then I was reading and watching videos where he described his creative process...and I was floored, especially when he described writing. How basically he just moved out of the way and let God work. When he danced, it wasn't method, it was feeling. It dawned on me the only time I felt THAT connected was when I was writing, right after my seizure. In the beginning, a flow would hit, I'd scribble it on paper, and then just die at what I wrote and cry...I couldn't believe it. It's not about how good the poetry is...it's the connection to the Divine. I just have this insane drive to write now. Where it leads me? I have no idea. But this poem For Michael was just wrapping my head around it all, shutting out the press, and contemplating on his life...and appreciating the Good.