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THE LAKE AT BRISTOL COTTAGE
--A POET'S JOURNAL
BY Allyson Rose Chandler
--A POET'S JOURNAL
BY Allyson Rose Chandler
'The Lake By Bristol Cottage'
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May all Your beautiful dreams come true!
The heavens declare the glory of G-d;
and the firmament sheweth his handywork.
Day unto day uttereth speech,
and night unto night sheweth knowledge.
There is no speech nor language,
where their voice is not heard.
PS 19:1-3
G-d--the source and inspiration of all poetry...
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TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Witness In the Stars
Lakeside Garden
Tranquil Shore
Starlight
Candlelight Prophecy
Devine Paradox
Holographic Universe
Hidden In Plain Sight-Two Mysteries
Heart's Desire
Spanish Moss
Container Garden on a Wind-swept Sun Deck
Water Lilies
Daffodils
Sanddollar
Midnight Lagoon
Shooting Star
Balloon Race
Free Fall
Skylark Meadow
Amethyst Scepters
Scandinavian Castle
Indian Summer
Autumn in the Hamlet of Dania Lake
Déjà Vu
Rain’s Song
Fogscape
Deep Purple
Blown Away!
Reasons For Our Love
The Reasons of the Heart
Weekend Getaway
Attraction
Bonita Bay
The One Mother Warned Me About
Power of a Kind Word
Reflection On A Tri-Level Deck
Reflections on a Quiet Lake
Endless Summer
Celestial Mobile of Liquid Silver
Dune Crest by the Sea
Sky Terrace
Neon Nights
Neon
Awesome
Eagle Falls
Flutterbyes
Dragonfly Dance
Where do Butterflies Go?
Spring Days
Twelve Roses In a Crystal Bud Vase
Full Moon
Men
Of Pawns and Kings
Wondrous Puzzle
Friendship
Grapevine Wreath
Dried Hydrangeas
Heroes
Watercolors on the Wind
Good Times
White Lace Curtains
Windchimes
Happiness
Postcards
Gold Dust
Rainbow In The Rain
Memory Garden
Fantasy in Pink Ballet Slippers
Ballerina
A Child's Curiosity
Possessions
The Winner
Christmas Dinner
Baking Cookies On A Snowy Eve
Witness In the Stars
Lakeside Garden
Tranquil Shore
Starlight
Candlelight Prophecy
Devine Paradox
Holographic Universe
Hidden In Plain Sight-Two Mysteries
Heart's Desire
Spanish Moss
Container Garden on a Wind-swept Sun Deck
Water Lilies
Daffodils
Sanddollar
Midnight Lagoon
Shooting Star
Balloon Race
Free Fall
Skylark Meadow
Amethyst Scepters
Scandinavian Castle
Indian Summer
Autumn in the Hamlet of Dania Lake
Déjà Vu
Rain’s Song
Fogscape
Deep Purple
Blown Away!
Reasons For Our Love
The Reasons of the Heart
Weekend Getaway
Attraction
Bonita Bay
The One Mother Warned Me About
Power of a Kind Word
Reflection On A Tri-Level Deck
Reflections on a Quiet Lake
Endless Summer
Celestial Mobile of Liquid Silver
Dune Crest by the Sea
Sky Terrace
Neon Nights
Neon
Awesome
Eagle Falls
Flutterbyes
Dragonfly Dance
Where do Butterflies Go?
Spring Days
Twelve Roses In a Crystal Bud Vase
Full Moon
Men
Of Pawns and Kings
Wondrous Puzzle
Friendship
Grapevine Wreath
Dried Hydrangeas
Heroes
Watercolors on the Wind
Good Times
White Lace Curtains
Windchimes
Happiness
Postcards
Gold Dust
Rainbow In The Rain
Memory Garden
Fantasy in Pink Ballet Slippers
Ballerina
A Child's Curiosity
Possessions
The Winner
Christmas Dinner
Baking Cookies On A Snowy Eve
Witness in the Stars
He causeth waterfalls to cascade over the face of the rocks,
In a plume of white water that spills abundant over the rim of the canyon;
Stately pine trees draw closer to hear the hushed roar of many waters,
Proclaiming the Glory of His majesty forever;
Shivers of lightning diffuse brilliant, in a light show as astonishing as touching the hand of G-d,
Like a plasma sphere where the electricity converges at every thrilling point of contact,
The night waits breathless for the next incredible sky burst,
As snaking fingers of fire back-light the city in astonishing neon,
Beautiful beyond all imagination nature's tempestuous display,
Luminous testimony of the miracles brought forth from our Living G-d;
The majesty of creation declares His monumental Glory,
Every star in the sky speaks eloquently G-d’s awesome splendor,
In a language undeniable as His beautiful Creation,
Let all who have eyes to see, and a heart of understanding,
Consider their spectacular witness,
An unmistakable signature that denotes His unique and marvelous authorship.
~My Psalm by Allyson Rose
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
He causeth waterfalls to cascade over the face of the rocks,
In a plume of white water that spills abundant over the rim of the canyon;
Stately pine trees draw closer to hear the hushed roar of many waters,
Proclaiming the Glory of His majesty forever;
Shivers of lightning diffuse brilliant, in a light show as astonishing as touching the hand of G-d,
Like a plasma sphere where the electricity converges at every thrilling point of contact,
The night waits breathless for the next incredible sky burst,
As snaking fingers of fire back-light the city in astonishing neon,
Beautiful beyond all imagination nature's tempestuous display,
Luminous testimony of the miracles brought forth from our Living G-d;
The majesty of creation declares His monumental Glory,
Every star in the sky speaks eloquently G-d’s awesome splendor,
In a language undeniable as His beautiful Creation,
Let all who have eyes to see, and a heart of understanding,
Consider their spectacular witness,
An unmistakable signature that denotes His unique and marvelous authorship.
~My Psalm by Allyson Rose
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Lakeside Garden
Chasing butterflies through a lakeside garden,
Where two paths converge in a sunlit wood,
And wildflowers sprout in the leggy undergrowth,
In tiny petals of rose, amethyst and purple-red,
Scented pine-needles scattered in heaps all around,
I stopped to stretch near a slab of boulder,
Enchanted by grafiti painted there,
By some passing angel or wayside poet,
Inscribed by a writer named “Anonymous”
A message of timeless hope and love,
****“Forgiveness is the fragrance of the violet on
the heel that has crushed it…” ****
A whispered prayer in the glow of sunset,
Etched forever on my soul.
***Though the graffiti artist attributed their quote to "Anonymous" Imagine my delight when I learned it was actually a quote by Mark Twain***
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Chasing butterflies through a lakeside garden,
Where two paths converge in a sunlit wood,
And wildflowers sprout in the leggy undergrowth,
In tiny petals of rose, amethyst and purple-red,
Scented pine-needles scattered in heaps all around,
I stopped to stretch near a slab of boulder,
Enchanted by grafiti painted there,
By some passing angel or wayside poet,
Inscribed by a writer named “Anonymous”
A message of timeless hope and love,
****“Forgiveness is the fragrance of the violet on
the heel that has crushed it…” ****
A whispered prayer in the glow of sunset,
Etched forever on my soul.
***Though the graffiti artist attributed their quote to "Anonymous" Imagine my delight when I learned it was actually a quote by Mark Twain***
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Tranquil Shore
Tranquil seas stenciled dreamily on a pastel horizon,
Paint my world with luminous blue ripples,
Reflection of calm turquoise waters,
Contentment reigns.
The beautiful sound of the waves interspersed with the cries of seagulls,
Who soar and swirl the clouds as they glide,
Suspended gravity-less overhead,
Like creatures of wind and sky,
Glints of sunlight filter beautifully,
Touching every rock and tree with gold,
Forming scepters of radiant light,
Glowing sensations on my skin--
Asterisk of brilliant light,
Shimmering Daystar!
Mirroring G-d’s perfect glory across sea and shore.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Tranquil seas stenciled dreamily on a pastel horizon,
Paint my world with luminous blue ripples,
Reflection of calm turquoise waters,
Contentment reigns.
The beautiful sound of the waves interspersed with the cries of seagulls,
Who soar and swirl the clouds as they glide,
Suspended gravity-less overhead,
Like creatures of wind and sky,
Glints of sunlight filter beautifully,
Touching every rock and tree with gold,
Forming scepters of radiant light,
Glowing sensations on my skin--
Asterisk of brilliant light,
Shimmering Daystar!
Mirroring G-d’s perfect glory across sea and shore.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Candlelight Prophecy!
The man who loved G-d,
Took a solitary candle shining in the darkness,
And carefully lit the candles on either side of him,
As each in turn lit the candle of a neighbor in a wave of shimmering incandescence,
Faces illuminated by a brilliant glow,
Stained glass reflecting each tiny point of flame,
Until the entire cathedral was filled with light,
An impossibly beautiful vision,
Spectacular! Compelling!
The entire assembly worshipping the Lord in one inspiring exhalation,
Hearts lifted in praise and adoration,
The candles flickering luminous, like a prayer,
As he spoke a simple prophecy with moving eloquence,
...'In this manner will the Word of G-d light the world,'...
They were stirred by his message,
With its awesome simplicity and heartfelt perfection,
Never had the love of G-d been so near,
As lighting candles in the darkness, on the Eve before sunrise,
--Of a glorious Easter Dawn!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The man who loved G-d,
Took a solitary candle shining in the darkness,
And carefully lit the candles on either side of him,
As each in turn lit the candle of a neighbor in a wave of shimmering incandescence,
Faces illuminated by a brilliant glow,
Stained glass reflecting each tiny point of flame,
Until the entire cathedral was filled with light,
An impossibly beautiful vision,
Spectacular! Compelling!
The entire assembly worshipping the Lord in one inspiring exhalation,
Hearts lifted in praise and adoration,
The candles flickering luminous, like a prayer,
As he spoke a simple prophecy with moving eloquence,
...'In this manner will the Word of G-d light the world,'...
They were stirred by his message,
With its awesome simplicity and heartfelt perfection,
Never had the love of G-d been so near,
As lighting candles in the darkness, on the Eve before sunrise,
--Of a glorious Easter Dawn!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Starlight
Isn't it marvelous to consider,
That one of the spectacular points of light in our magnificent universe,
A brilliant Star scintillating in the midnight sky,
Impossibly beautiful to behold,
A luminous prophecy written by G-d in the Heavens,
More incredible and rare than glittering Star fire,
Revealed in the glow of twilight by astonishing Revelation,
Shines for You!
And of all the millions of tiny grains of sand on the glistening shoreline--gleaming and silver!
One of them foretold the miracle of your Life.
"You," are one of G-d’s most astonishing wonders,
As witnessed by the shimmering Starlight.
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Isn't it marvelous to consider,
That one of the spectacular points of light in our magnificent universe,
A brilliant Star scintillating in the midnight sky,
Impossibly beautiful to behold,
A luminous prophecy written by G-d in the Heavens,
More incredible and rare than glittering Star fire,
Revealed in the glow of twilight by astonishing Revelation,
Shines for You!
And of all the millions of tiny grains of sand on the glistening shoreline--gleaming and silver!
One of them foretold the miracle of your Life.
"You," are one of G-d’s most astonishing wonders,
As witnessed by the shimmering Starlight.
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Devine Paradox
In the beginning God spoke a luminous code that taught DNA how to be,
Scintillating sounds, numbers, and symbols in thrilling sequence,
A mesmerizing alphabet that could express all the mechanics of the Universe,
Each glowing atom of algorithm reflecting the sum of every other element in turn--fractals multiplying exponentially,
Molecular fragments spectacularly intertwined!—Like circles within circles, and marvel within marvel,
In astonishing repeating spirals turning harmonically
–the system clock of Creation,
That would fill the blank canvas of the Cosmos in the making,
Breathlessly waiting to be!
God” spoke” and everything happened!
A starburst of worlds kindled by the unspeakable wonder of
His magnificent Word.
The expression of AWESOME!
To understand this, is the beginning of Wisdom.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
In the beginning God spoke a luminous code that taught DNA how to be,
Scintillating sounds, numbers, and symbols in thrilling sequence,
A mesmerizing alphabet that could express all the mechanics of the Universe,
Each glowing atom of algorithm reflecting the sum of every other element in turn--fractals multiplying exponentially,
Molecular fragments spectacularly intertwined!—Like circles within circles, and marvel within marvel,
In astonishing repeating spirals turning harmonically
–the system clock of Creation,
That would fill the blank canvas of the Cosmos in the making,
Breathlessly waiting to be!
God” spoke” and everything happened!
A starburst of worlds kindled by the unspeakable wonder of
His magnificent Word.
The expression of AWESOME!
To understand this, is the beginning of Wisdom.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
HOLOGRAPHIC UNIVERSE
I watch sunlight fade gently in your eyes,
As Summer's pale reflection slowly dies on the horizon,
And a collection of seagulls stir tattered clouds,
In ethereal streamers of scintillating color and light,
Bold icons of freedom caught in splendid flight!
Swirling beautifully under the thrilling sensation of centrifugal force,
Gauzy clouds spin in fantasy circles that set the world madly whirling,
Like the wind unfurls a kite--spinning and twirling,
Tugged outrageously by gravity in the most astonishing ways,
Breathtaking motion powerfully deflecting the world from its predicted course,
Creating new statistical anomalies in the slipstreams of time and space,
With its endless countdown of fleeing hours and days,
Who knows what wonders may be revealed by the synergy of their dance?
A fusion of spectacular energies intertwined like our hearts,
Because life in all its glory is a hologram of marvelous complexity,
And our bodies undeniably majestic bio-suits,
A single cell of which is more overwhelming complex than building a space shuttle,
That we could be an accident or random collection of cells by spectacular chance,
Is 10 to the negative 200th Power against--the definition of impossible,
Life is no random evolution from some fishlike common ancestor to man,
Else where are the unused nucleotide pairs of earlier species in our DNA?
If evolution were true they'd have to be there,
Because they are not--geneticists agree evolution didn't happen;
Au Contraire,
The phenomenal math proves we were created by "intelligent design".
I watch sunlight fade gently in your eyes,
As Summer's pale reflection slowly dies on the horizon,
And a collection of seagulls stir tattered clouds,
In ethereal streamers of scintillating color and light,
Bold icons of freedom caught in splendid flight!
Swirling beautifully under the thrilling sensation of centrifugal force,
Gauzy clouds spin in fantasy circles that set the world madly whirling,
Like the wind unfurls a kite--spinning and twirling,
Tugged outrageously by gravity in the most astonishing ways,
Breathtaking motion powerfully deflecting the world from its predicted course,
Creating new statistical anomalies in the slipstreams of time and space,
With its endless countdown of fleeing hours and days,
Who knows what wonders may be revealed by the synergy of their dance?
A fusion of spectacular energies intertwined like our hearts,
Because life in all its glory is a hologram of marvelous complexity,
And our bodies undeniably majestic bio-suits,
A single cell of which is more overwhelming complex than building a space shuttle,
That we could be an accident or random collection of cells by spectacular chance,
Is 10 to the negative 200th Power against--the definition of impossible,
Life is no random evolution from some fishlike common ancestor to man,
Else where are the unused nucleotide pairs of earlier species in our DNA?
If evolution were true they'd have to be there,
Because they are not--geneticists agree evolution didn't happen;
Au Contraire,
The phenomenal math proves we were created by "intelligent design".
BEHOLD THE NAIL,
BEHOLD THE HAND OF YAHUAH
A CROSS IN THE DESERT
FORETELLING THE MANNER OF HIS DEATH
HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT-TWO MYSTERIES
How stunning it must have been to catch the first glimpse of Israel,
Fleeing Egypt and her chariots,
Their Campfires blazing in the distinctive shape of a "Cross"
That flickered astonishingly on the desert floor,
In a luminous prophecy of Israel's Coming Savior,
1500 years before His Blessed birth,
And many great empires, before cruxifiction was ever used as a punishment,
With the Holy of Holies at the middle-most point of their camp,
Where He met His High Priest,
And spoke face to face, as a man with his beloved friend,
Eager, with so many things to tell him,
Even His name was a clue to the mystery,
YHWH, which the priest would speak only at the Holiest times when he sprinkled the altar with the blood of the sacrifice,
Saying, "Behold the Nail, Behold the Hand",
He couldn't have made it any clearer,
Hiding this miracle in plain sight,
A message of Hope and Salvation to His people,
Declaring the identity, of their coming Messiah,
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Be still my trembling heart!
I am so in awe of His Glorious Exalted Name-
It is almost too much for me to take in,
That our mighty God, come in the flesh,
Should humble Himself, to die on the cross for His people,
Foretold in His Wondrous Name! YHWH!
Believe~
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
How stunning it must have been to catch the first glimpse of Israel,
Fleeing Egypt and her chariots,
Their Campfires blazing in the distinctive shape of a "Cross"
That flickered astonishingly on the desert floor,
In a luminous prophecy of Israel's Coming Savior,
1500 years before His Blessed birth,
And many great empires, before cruxifiction was ever used as a punishment,
With the Holy of Holies at the middle-most point of their camp,
Where He met His High Priest,
And spoke face to face, as a man with his beloved friend,
Eager, with so many things to tell him,
Even His name was a clue to the mystery,
YHWH, which the priest would speak only at the Holiest times when he sprinkled the altar with the blood of the sacrifice,
Saying, "Behold the Nail, Behold the Hand",
He couldn't have made it any clearer,
Hiding this miracle in plain sight,
A message of Hope and Salvation to His people,
Declaring the identity, of their coming Messiah,
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Be still my trembling heart!
I am so in awe of His Glorious Exalted Name-
It is almost too much for me to take in,
That our mighty God, come in the flesh,
Should humble Himself, to die on the cross for His people,
Foretold in His Wondrous Name! YHWH!
Believe~
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
HEART’S DESIRE
There is something about the human heart that needs God,
A longing in our nature desires to be more than what we are;
Like flowers and laughter and sunshine,
We were fashioned to bask in the Light.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
There is something about the human heart that needs God,
A longing in our nature desires to be more than what we are;
Like flowers and laughter and sunshine,
We were fashioned to bask in the Light.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Spanish Moss
A pastel Summer breeze fans a sun washed beach,
Where sand as perfect and white as granulated sugar,
Reclines splendidly beside shallow wading pools
--Sparkling & turquoise!
A graceful stand of trees towers spectacularly where the earth meets the sky,
Draped with Spanish Moss which hangs beautifully suspended.
Spilling over branches as it cascades to the ground in willowy wreaths of gray.
The honeyed fragrance of Magnolia blossoms fills the air with luxurious perfume,
Spectacular white blooms opulent and silken and as delicately alluring as Southern charm,
Are showcased with gracious elegance, thick with foilage,
Against colossal leaves of poetic & glossy, Everglade green,
Southern nights, lingering and sultry,
Whirl beneath a velvet sky opulent with stars,
In a leisurely promenade across sea and shore,
As spellbinding and softly glowing as Summer dreams!
Psalm 105:2
Praise him and sing to Him, and declare all his wonders!
by Allyson Rose Chandler
Copyright Txu 904-702
A pastel Summer breeze fans a sun washed beach,
Where sand as perfect and white as granulated sugar,
Reclines splendidly beside shallow wading pools
--Sparkling & turquoise!
A graceful stand of trees towers spectacularly where the earth meets the sky,
Draped with Spanish Moss which hangs beautifully suspended.
Spilling over branches as it cascades to the ground in willowy wreaths of gray.
The honeyed fragrance of Magnolia blossoms fills the air with luxurious perfume,
Spectacular white blooms opulent and silken and as delicately alluring as Southern charm,
Are showcased with gracious elegance, thick with foilage,
Against colossal leaves of poetic & glossy, Everglade green,
Southern nights, lingering and sultry,
Whirl beneath a velvet sky opulent with stars,
In a leisurely promenade across sea and shore,
As spellbinding and softly glowing as Summer dreams!
Psalm 105:2
Praise him and sing to Him, and declare all his wonders!
by Allyson Rose Chandler
Copyright Txu 904-702
Container Garden on a Wind-swept Sun Deck
My miniature lily pond-container garden spilling marvelously over the sides of my sun deck,
Began one rainy day with a lone decorative planter of pleasing symmetry,
With its multi-tiered steps for placing individual plants,
It was a treasure unearthed by chance during a shopping expedition at the "Salvation Armani",
Even then I recognized a lovely old friend and the breathtaking design possibility it presented,
Seeing it overflowing with greenery in my minds eye long before it became a reality,
It is a miracle when life exceeds our brightest expectation! But I must admit looking at the simple clay container now--like my fantasy sun deck,
It is so much better than I ever imagined it to be.
So many shopping expeditions later, and hundreds of cuttings contributed by devoted friends,
My whimsical little garden has grown to be my favorite reading spot,
Where hummingbirds and butterflies abound,
A beautiful terrace for intimate dinners or sharing a cordial pot of tea.
A place of lily pads, wind chimes and gurgling fountains,
Where love glows in the sparkling twilight,
And dreams renew beneath a canopy of stars.
Psalm 42:1 As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my G-d.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
My miniature lily pond-container garden spilling marvelously over the sides of my sun deck,
Began one rainy day with a lone decorative planter of pleasing symmetry,
With its multi-tiered steps for placing individual plants,
It was a treasure unearthed by chance during a shopping expedition at the "Salvation Armani",
Even then I recognized a lovely old friend and the breathtaking design possibility it presented,
Seeing it overflowing with greenery in my minds eye long before it became a reality,
It is a miracle when life exceeds our brightest expectation! But I must admit looking at the simple clay container now--like my fantasy sun deck,
It is so much better than I ever imagined it to be.
So many shopping expeditions later, and hundreds of cuttings contributed by devoted friends,
My whimsical little garden has grown to be my favorite reading spot,
Where hummingbirds and butterflies abound,
A beautiful terrace for intimate dinners or sharing a cordial pot of tea.
A place of lily pads, wind chimes and gurgling fountains,
Where love glows in the sparkling twilight,
And dreams renew beneath a canopy of stars.
Psalm 42:1 As the deer pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, my G-d.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Water Lilies
After the rain.
Breathing in the effervescence.
Like the sensation of inhaling pure exhilarating ozone!
With a hint of lavender lingering on aire.
The soft pastel sun a glowing halo above a spectacular pond of water lilies.
Delicately outlined in glistening silver,
Recalling a painting by Monet.
The effect exquisite! Sparkling,
Like "romance" distilled in lovely glass decanters,
Liquid crystal and luminous,
Beautifully transparent to the light.
A shimmering dream caught between panes of gleaming amethyst;
Capturing the softness and elegance of summer.
It is then, strolling by my beloved pond,
After the rain--when the world is fresh.
I experience the presence of G-d.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
After the rain.
Breathing in the effervescence.
Like the sensation of inhaling pure exhilarating ozone!
With a hint of lavender lingering on aire.
The soft pastel sun a glowing halo above a spectacular pond of water lilies.
Delicately outlined in glistening silver,
Recalling a painting by Monet.
The effect exquisite! Sparkling,
Like "romance" distilled in lovely glass decanters,
Liquid crystal and luminous,
Beautifully transparent to the light.
A shimmering dream caught between panes of gleaming amethyst;
Capturing the softness and elegance of summer.
It is then, strolling by my beloved pond,
After the rain--when the world is fresh.
I experience the presence of G-d.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Daffodils
Planting daffodils in my garden,
Where pretty buds bloom everywhere around me,
I feel my inner woman start to flourish and renew.
Like white lace. All sunlight and airy;
As beautiful splashes of fragrance and color,
Renew the romantic lingering inside my heart.
There is something spiritual about growing a garden.
It is a feeling. A perfect miracle!
Like springtime--and laughter,
The earth resplendent in a veil of daylight.
As butterflies flit and bob across the lawn.
Gossamer images etched forever on my soul,
Leaving behind glowing sensations!
That will glisten and sparkle long after I go indoors.
Lingering remembrances of sunshine and flowers.
Drawing me somehow closer to M' Lord
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Planting daffodils in my garden,
Where pretty buds bloom everywhere around me,
I feel my inner woman start to flourish and renew.
Like white lace. All sunlight and airy;
As beautiful splashes of fragrance and color,
Renew the romantic lingering inside my heart.
There is something spiritual about growing a garden.
It is a feeling. A perfect miracle!
Like springtime--and laughter,
The earth resplendent in a veil of daylight.
As butterflies flit and bob across the lawn.
Gossamer images etched forever on my soul,
Leaving behind glowing sensations!
That will glisten and sparkle long after I go indoors.
Lingering remembrances of sunshine and flowers.
Drawing me somehow closer to M' Lord
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Rain’s Song
I love the sound of the rain!
The feeling of floating mists swirling like magic,
To touch the forest with crystal droplets,
They collect in shimmering water-clear pools,
That Reflect liquid rainbows--A promise from G-d,
Breathtaking arcs of neon--glowing in ethereal colors,
Across gilt-edged clouds of luminous silver,
Raindrops singing a lullaby for majestic doves,
And catching the sunlight like tiny prisms,
Suspended from every rock and tree.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I love the sound of the rain!
The feeling of floating mists swirling like magic,
To touch the forest with crystal droplets,
They collect in shimmering water-clear pools,
That Reflect liquid rainbows--A promise from G-d,
Breathtaking arcs of neon--glowing in ethereal colors,
Across gilt-edged clouds of luminous silver,
Raindrops singing a lullaby for majestic doves,
And catching the sunlight like tiny prisms,
Suspended from every rock and tree.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Sanddollar
I strolled the seashore one glorious day,
My wanderings rewarded with a profusion of shells,
Gentle treasures to hold within adoring hands,
Scattered in the glistening sunlight,
Washed up by chance along my path.
Wading spontaneously into luminous surf,
Where crystal waves streamed exquisitely on shore,
My willow basket filled to overflowing,
With the ocean’s medallions eagerly collected.
My favorite a breakable, lovely sanddollar,
So perfect in its symmetry,
With tiny little cutouts to form oval slits like eyelet lace,
And an etched design of mystic runes,
Perhaps the language of dryad kings.
Recounting tales of legendary expeditions, and other noble things,
Or perchance an Easter lily engraved in script as delicate as Grandma's treasured threadwork.
A precious momento of Christ's timeless story caught,
So fragile it might crumble in my palm,
I ponder the wonder of such spectacular find,
As sunset painted my windswept beach,
With streamers of purple twilight.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
I strolled the seashore one glorious day,
My wanderings rewarded with a profusion of shells,
Gentle treasures to hold within adoring hands,
Scattered in the glistening sunlight,
Washed up by chance along my path.
Wading spontaneously into luminous surf,
Where crystal waves streamed exquisitely on shore,
My willow basket filled to overflowing,
With the ocean’s medallions eagerly collected.
My favorite a breakable, lovely sanddollar,
So perfect in its symmetry,
With tiny little cutouts to form oval slits like eyelet lace,
And an etched design of mystic runes,
Perhaps the language of dryad kings.
Recounting tales of legendary expeditions, and other noble things,
Or perchance an Easter lily engraved in script as delicate as Grandma's treasured threadwork.
A precious momento of Christ's timeless story caught,
So fragile it might crumble in my palm,
I ponder the wonder of such spectacular find,
As sunset painted my windswept beach,
With streamers of purple twilight.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Midnight Lagoon
Deepening shadows are cast--spilling beautifully across the evening lagoon,
Where ethereal outlines paint the sensational reflection of trees against gently lapping water,
In softly diffused shades of sapphire blue and sapling green,
Like some breathtaking unknown watercolor by Monet,
Majestic cranes walk on stilts in the cool shallows where willowy cattails sway,
Keeping an eye out for motion in the water,
They swiftly take flight on slender wings, that look like some miraculous sculpture created by G-d,
Peculiar long legs dangle behind them as they circle the boat landing,
Then plunge into murky water with breakneck speed--to emerge with a shiny silver minnow,
Older birds encourage young nestlings at the ancient art of hunting,
As a pontoon boat glides toward the sun-bleached wooden dock,
And a pair of swimmers dry off with rainbow-colored WWJD towels in the fading rays of twilight,
Echoes of laughter ring across the enchanting landscape where contented believers gather by the glowing fire-pit,
A collective of close-knit families lounge near a poolside grill where mouth-watering burgers sizzle on red-orange coals,
And buoyant children dance with tiny LED lights skimming the gathering like a swarm of flickering fireflies,
Frosty glasses of lemonade reflect an ice-studded crystal moon,
As chilled slices of watermelon and fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie with rich mounds of vanilla cream are served all around,
The night filled with close-knit fellowship and scintillating conversation;
It’s easy to know--Summer’s finally here.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Deepening shadows are cast--spilling beautifully across the evening lagoon,
Where ethereal outlines paint the sensational reflection of trees against gently lapping water,
In softly diffused shades of sapphire blue and sapling green,
Like some breathtaking unknown watercolor by Monet,
Majestic cranes walk on stilts in the cool shallows where willowy cattails sway,
Keeping an eye out for motion in the water,
They swiftly take flight on slender wings, that look like some miraculous sculpture created by G-d,
Peculiar long legs dangle behind them as they circle the boat landing,
Then plunge into murky water with breakneck speed--to emerge with a shiny silver minnow,
Older birds encourage young nestlings at the ancient art of hunting,
As a pontoon boat glides toward the sun-bleached wooden dock,
And a pair of swimmers dry off with rainbow-colored WWJD towels in the fading rays of twilight,
Echoes of laughter ring across the enchanting landscape where contented believers gather by the glowing fire-pit,
A collective of close-knit families lounge near a poolside grill where mouth-watering burgers sizzle on red-orange coals,
And buoyant children dance with tiny LED lights skimming the gathering like a swarm of flickering fireflies,
Frosty glasses of lemonade reflect an ice-studded crystal moon,
As chilled slices of watermelon and fresh strawberry-rhubarb pie with rich mounds of vanilla cream are served all around,
The night filled with close-knit fellowship and scintillating conversation;
It’s easy to know--Summer’s finally here.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Shooting Star
Lying in the tall grass on a high mountain meadow,
Camping out beneath an awesome canopy of stars,
My brother and I used to talk for hours.
Watching the Universe slowly circling above us.
Sharing the spectacular wonder of G-d's awesome creation.
Away from the city a million shining stars could be seen,
Though my favorites were the shooting stars that burned so bright,
Streaking brilliantly across the skyline, like a sparkler flickering,
Then winking out in a moment of time.
As if our world could not support their fragile splendor for long,
Once gone. I could never really prove they'd been there at all.
Except for the images they left etched forever on my mind.
Like glittering starfire,
I never could have guessed my brother would be one of them,
Perhaps that's why I loved them so!
Psalm 133:1 Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell
in unity!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Lying in the tall grass on a high mountain meadow,
Camping out beneath an awesome canopy of stars,
My brother and I used to talk for hours.
Watching the Universe slowly circling above us.
Sharing the spectacular wonder of G-d's awesome creation.
Away from the city a million shining stars could be seen,
Though my favorites were the shooting stars that burned so bright,
Streaking brilliantly across the skyline, like a sparkler flickering,
Then winking out in a moment of time.
As if our world could not support their fragile splendor for long,
Once gone. I could never really prove they'd been there at all.
Except for the images they left etched forever on my mind.
Like glittering starfire,
I never could have guessed my brother would be one of them,
Perhaps that's why I loved them so!
Psalm 133:1 Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell
in unity!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Balloon Race
Brilliant globes of shimmering light glimmer then fade, then glimmer brighter,
As the dawn patrol rises above the crest of the horizon,
Still too dark to cast a shadow on the dewy wet grayness of the valley floor retreating below,
The oooohs and aaaaahs of the crowd mingle with strains of music,
Perfectly choreographed for this spectacular show of lights.
As exclamations of delighted approval drift upward with the scent of pancakes and eggs, and bacon sizzling,
And twenty-five balloons in dazzling formation converge to form a fiery collage of rainbow colors,
They ascend by the glow of the after-burn against the black velvet nothingness of the predawn sky;
Igniting the night with their fire,
Heralding the beginning of Reno International Balloon Races!
As crews ready the fleet of balloons for their stunning takeoff from Rancho San Rafael Park,
Each magnificent balloon has a name, **'Prism", "Geodesic", 'Stairway to heaven".**
Minutes before liftoff the crowd watches breathless, waiting for the countdown,
And children barely awake wrapped in wool blankets, nestle safe in loving arms to enjoy the show,
First light. the balloon race is on, with five hundred and fifty contestants striving for the prize,
To the delight of the earthbound who track their progress,
Gawking at the profusion of colors and patterns filling the sky,
Curious gazers they watch spellbound and follow in the wake of attentive chase crews.
Then afterwards a small intimate breakfast for 100,000 wearing brightly colored balloon race t-shirts,
Who shared the sensation of floating,
And the exhilaration of perfect ecstasy on this crisp fall morn.
For a few brief cherished moments every heart was connected,
No longer strangers, they were one amazing close-knit Family.
Living the same dream!
Soaring like eagles beneath the canopy of the wind.
**names of actual balloons in the Great Reno Balloon Race 1986**
Isaiah 40:31 But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Brilliant globes of shimmering light glimmer then fade, then glimmer brighter,
As the dawn patrol rises above the crest of the horizon,
Still too dark to cast a shadow on the dewy wet grayness of the valley floor retreating below,
The oooohs and aaaaahs of the crowd mingle with strains of music,
Perfectly choreographed for this spectacular show of lights.
As exclamations of delighted approval drift upward with the scent of pancakes and eggs, and bacon sizzling,
And twenty-five balloons in dazzling formation converge to form a fiery collage of rainbow colors,
They ascend by the glow of the after-burn against the black velvet nothingness of the predawn sky;
Igniting the night with their fire,
Heralding the beginning of Reno International Balloon Races!
As crews ready the fleet of balloons for their stunning takeoff from Rancho San Rafael Park,
Each magnificent balloon has a name, **'Prism", "Geodesic", 'Stairway to heaven".**
Minutes before liftoff the crowd watches breathless, waiting for the countdown,
And children barely awake wrapped in wool blankets, nestle safe in loving arms to enjoy the show,
First light. the balloon race is on, with five hundred and fifty contestants striving for the prize,
To the delight of the earthbound who track their progress,
Gawking at the profusion of colors and patterns filling the sky,
Curious gazers they watch spellbound and follow in the wake of attentive chase crews.
Then afterwards a small intimate breakfast for 100,000 wearing brightly colored balloon race t-shirts,
Who shared the sensation of floating,
And the exhilaration of perfect ecstasy on this crisp fall morn.
For a few brief cherished moments every heart was connected,
No longer strangers, they were one amazing close-knit Family.
Living the same dream!
Soaring like eagles beneath the canopy of the wind.
**names of actual balloons in the Great Reno Balloon Race 1986**
Isaiah 40:31 But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Free Fall
Leaping spontaneously from a gleaming silver airplane,
On the edge of the sky floating miles above the clouds,
He plummeted in free fall feeling the thrilling sensations of flight,
The surge of the wind an irresistible force rushing against his body,
As the persuasion of gravity hurtled him at breakneck speed toward the earth looming far below him.
Pushing all his limits, Experiencing the ultimate rush,
Jubilant, Victorious, exalting G-d!
Aware that for the first time in his life he was entirely unconnected to the earth, and everything he had known before,
With a jolt, his main shoot opened, as he was thrust backwards and forcefully tugged upward like a bungie jumper at a State Fair.
With an exhilarating cushion of air holding him suspended,
Creating the incredible impression of weightlessness as he soared through space.
His senses alive as they had never been before.
Gliding gravityless and feeling the elation of total freedom,
He felt an astonishing sense of awe as the mountains beckoned distant and silver.
The landing site speeding toward him,
Seconds feeling like hours as he drifted through the vastness of open space,
Living this one perfect moment in time,
With no limits and no safety net,
And the thrilling sensations of pure adrenaline,
Knowing the true meaning of success.
Because it was Christ in him,
That Lifted him on the wind to trace a liquid crystal sunset,
Fulfilling his destiny!
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Skylark Meadow
The harvest moon has fallen from her throne,
A pale’d golden coin in G-d’s hand,
He presses it in His fist then flings it amidst millions of diamond bright stars,
Will it be heads or tails?
He knows but isn’t giving any free information.
It is the end of man's reign on earth,
When only G-d knows the day or time,
Ancient prophecies fulfilled like rivers converging;
As the time clock ticks out;
--Time, an ancient thief who steals away the years and in return,
Offers a tapestry woven of lustrous silken threads and dross,
Embellished with fine gold and polished silver dust,
to lend a touch of sparkle;
An uncommon sense of poetry
amid the random collection of joys and sorrows,
Vinegar mingled in ruby wine,
That is at the same time intensely sweet with dregs undrinkable and sour‘d,
Yet leaving the breathtaking impression of concentrated sweetness;
The creeping shadows of dawn, paint skylark meadow all amethyst and rose,
Diffusing into spectacular coronas that caress the lakeshore with circles of light,
They evaporate in the sunlight from every hill and meadow,
As morning ignites the sky with its inspirational light show;
Elongated rays paint the distant hills,
Until a fire ball of glowing red-orange crowns the mountains with an aura of radiant light,
And the rooster crows his victory song--
Errrt-uhh-errrt-uhh errrrrr!!!
...To welcome the new day when death is vanquished,
And cut off forever is the power of the grave!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The harvest moon has fallen from her throne,
A pale’d golden coin in G-d’s hand,
He presses it in His fist then flings it amidst millions of diamond bright stars,
Will it be heads or tails?
He knows but isn’t giving any free information.
It is the end of man's reign on earth,
When only G-d knows the day or time,
Ancient prophecies fulfilled like rivers converging;
As the time clock ticks out;
--Time, an ancient thief who steals away the years and in return,
Offers a tapestry woven of lustrous silken threads and dross,
Embellished with fine gold and polished silver dust,
to lend a touch of sparkle;
An uncommon sense of poetry
amid the random collection of joys and sorrows,
Vinegar mingled in ruby wine,
That is at the same time intensely sweet with dregs undrinkable and sour‘d,
Yet leaving the breathtaking impression of concentrated sweetness;
The creeping shadows of dawn, paint skylark meadow all amethyst and rose,
Diffusing into spectacular coronas that caress the lakeshore with circles of light,
They evaporate in the sunlight from every hill and meadow,
As morning ignites the sky with its inspirational light show;
Elongated rays paint the distant hills,
Until a fire ball of glowing red-orange crowns the mountains with an aura of radiant light,
And the rooster crows his victory song--
Errrt-uhh-errrt-uhh errrrrr!!!
...To welcome the new day when death is vanquished,
And cut off forever is the power of the grave!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Amethyst Scepters
I have an exceptional collection of scepters.
From the pinnacles at the top of Peterson Mountain,
Where the highest saddleback spans the sky,
And ancient boulders collect In flocks like scattered sheep,
Guarding inestimable treasures hidden by resourceful fairies,
Fond of spectacular invention,
The crystals waiting.
Longing to be unearthed from the sandy clay,
Spectacular, Water-clear & Luminous,
One, the translucent receptacle for a perfect enhydro,
A single flawless water bubble, that glistens captivatingly as You move it from side to side,
Lit up magically by filtered shafts of light,
As I turn it in the sun,
Impossibly beautiful!
These exquisite Castle-shaped amethyst formations,
Brilliantly color my imagination,
As they glow and scintillate in the radiant morning light,
G-d's astonishing handiwork--the definition of Awesome!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I Corinthians 2:9 But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what G-d has prepared for those who love him”—
I have an exceptional collection of scepters.
From the pinnacles at the top of Peterson Mountain,
Where the highest saddleback spans the sky,
And ancient boulders collect In flocks like scattered sheep,
Guarding inestimable treasures hidden by resourceful fairies,
Fond of spectacular invention,
The crystals waiting.
Longing to be unearthed from the sandy clay,
Spectacular, Water-clear & Luminous,
One, the translucent receptacle for a perfect enhydro,
A single flawless water bubble, that glistens captivatingly as You move it from side to side,
Lit up magically by filtered shafts of light,
As I turn it in the sun,
Impossibly beautiful!
These exquisite Castle-shaped amethyst formations,
Brilliantly color my imagination,
As they glow and scintillate in the radiant morning light,
G-d's astonishing handiwork--the definition of Awesome!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I Corinthians 2:9 But, as it is written, “What no eye has seen, nor ear heard, nor the heart of man imagined, what G-d has prepared for those who love him”—
Scandinavian Castle on Emerald Bay
Picture stately cliffs overlooking the lake above Emerald Bay,
We descend on the pathway toward Vikingsholm,
Through woods so thick and opulent we can barely see the glimmer of crystal green water,
Sparkling through occasional spaces in the trees--trees the fragrance of heaven,
Where far below us a Scandinavian castle of magnificent design rises above the water--Vikingsholm!
The creation of some mad architect at the whim of a solitary dreamer.
We walk hand in hand on the glistening strand of beach,
Where hundreds of day-hikers ponder the mystery of this hauntingly beautiful villa,
Built on the edge of a fairy tale lake.
So many shades of turquoise and blue it can dazzle your senses with it's brilliance,
But here in this magical 'Emerald' Bay,
Set with one perfect tea house island the water is crystalline and green,
And so translucent and clear you can see every rock on the bottom,
Such a view excites the imagination,
Spectacular, too pale a word to describe the impression it etches forever on your soul once you've seen it.
An awesome creation sprung from one woman’s dream, touched by G-d's inspiration;
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Picture stately cliffs overlooking the lake above Emerald Bay,
We descend on the pathway toward Vikingsholm,
Through woods so thick and opulent we can barely see the glimmer of crystal green water,
Sparkling through occasional spaces in the trees--trees the fragrance of heaven,
Where far below us a Scandinavian castle of magnificent design rises above the water--Vikingsholm!
The creation of some mad architect at the whim of a solitary dreamer.
We walk hand in hand on the glistening strand of beach,
Where hundreds of day-hikers ponder the mystery of this hauntingly beautiful villa,
Built on the edge of a fairy tale lake.
So many shades of turquoise and blue it can dazzle your senses with it's brilliance,
But here in this magical 'Emerald' Bay,
Set with one perfect tea house island the water is crystalline and green,
And so translucent and clear you can see every rock on the bottom,
Such a view excites the imagination,
Spectacular, too pale a word to describe the impression it etches forever on your soul once you've seen it.
An awesome creation sprung from one woman’s dream, touched by G-d's inspiration;
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Indian Summer
The first signs of Autumn stir a gentle breeze across the water,
Cranes still walk on stilts, leaving chicken scratch markings at the water's edge,
As they teach their young to hunt and fish,
Clouds of butterflies descend on inland marshes along the beach,
Hiding in weedy grasses on sunshine colored daisies, safely out of harm's reach,
Ready to begin their long journey to Mexico, regal monarchs float buoyantly;
My heart longs for the transparent days of Summer as I wave goodbye and watch them go--memorizing every nuance of their enchanted flight,
The sky is paler now, somehow more opaque with a softened glow,
And that chunky fisherman knit sweater of cabled rows is dragged from the back of the closet,
Casually flung over my faded swimsuit as we walk a deserted shore,
Mother Nature is turning to softened orange yellow tones,
Atired for pie baking contests, sipping apple cider, and sitting by the window watching children play on a windswept beach,
Life sweeter than a candy coated apple on this lingering Indian Summer day.
A time to catalog my seashell collection, pray for friends and family, and enjoy the leisurely comforts of home;
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Autumn in the Hamlet
of Dania Lake
The trees of Autumn unfurl a canopy of gloriously bronzed leaves,
Turning to a magnificent explosion of metallic red, gold and copper,
Crisp crinkled edges give that look of gradual rust,
That lends an exhilarating dimension of crunchy to every footstep,
And Invites children to burrow into colorful heaps of freshly raked leaves,
Filling my senses with the fragrance of wood-hue and moss.
That Lingers in all my dreams of Dania Woods.
Ethereal and intriguing! As effervescent as ozone.
--A prelude to snow.
Windswept forests and beaches, an outdoorsman’s paradise,
Now forsaken by well to do tourists who have fled for warmer climes,
Only a few hardy souls remain, wrapped in sweaters and fuzzy wool blankets.
Who stroll along an empty lakeside,
As the clarion call of Canadian geese echoes on a bracing wind,
An updraft sweeps up the falling leaves and swirls them in poltergeist circles as they spiral to the ground.
And a clear turquoise sky smudged with columns of smoke from smoldering fire pits, is painted with fingers of filtered light,
Where quaint white latticed cottages cling gravity-less alongside a shimmering Lake.
Long time neighbors gather in congenial collectives,
On wrap around decks to enjoy scintillating views and discuss the days events,
Or draw together in warm-hearted kitchens,
With inviting French panels and gleaming mini paned glass,
That brings the gentle sparkle of the sunset indoors,
A glad time for cordial get together to sip cider and bake pies as colorful as a Country quilt.
Laughing at the coming Winter, with lively toasts all around,
They cram well stocked pantries with Harvest’s mellow bounty.
And celebrate a life as sweet and warm as candy coated apples,
Or cinnamon bun coffee piled high with freshly whipped cream,
As a fire crackles in mesmerizing patterns, lapping at black iron grates with a timeless glow.
The tranquil Hamlet of Dania settles for sleep beside the majesty of their peaceful mountain lake.
"I lie down and sleep--I wake again because the Lord sustains me..."
PS 3:5
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
of Dania Lake
The trees of Autumn unfurl a canopy of gloriously bronzed leaves,
Turning to a magnificent explosion of metallic red, gold and copper,
Crisp crinkled edges give that look of gradual rust,
That lends an exhilarating dimension of crunchy to every footstep,
And Invites children to burrow into colorful heaps of freshly raked leaves,
Filling my senses with the fragrance of wood-hue and moss.
That Lingers in all my dreams of Dania Woods.
Ethereal and intriguing! As effervescent as ozone.
--A prelude to snow.
Windswept forests and beaches, an outdoorsman’s paradise,
Now forsaken by well to do tourists who have fled for warmer climes,
Only a few hardy souls remain, wrapped in sweaters and fuzzy wool blankets.
Who stroll along an empty lakeside,
As the clarion call of Canadian geese echoes on a bracing wind,
An updraft sweeps up the falling leaves and swirls them in poltergeist circles as they spiral to the ground.
And a clear turquoise sky smudged with columns of smoke from smoldering fire pits, is painted with fingers of filtered light,
Where quaint white latticed cottages cling gravity-less alongside a shimmering Lake.
Long time neighbors gather in congenial collectives,
On wrap around decks to enjoy scintillating views and discuss the days events,
Or draw together in warm-hearted kitchens,
With inviting French panels and gleaming mini paned glass,
That brings the gentle sparkle of the sunset indoors,
A glad time for cordial get together to sip cider and bake pies as colorful as a Country quilt.
Laughing at the coming Winter, with lively toasts all around,
They cram well stocked pantries with Harvest’s mellow bounty.
And celebrate a life as sweet and warm as candy coated apples,
Or cinnamon bun coffee piled high with freshly whipped cream,
As a fire crackles in mesmerizing patterns, lapping at black iron grates with a timeless glow.
The tranquil Hamlet of Dania settles for sleep beside the majesty of their peaceful mountain lake.
"I lie down and sleep--I wake again because the Lord sustains me..."
PS 3:5
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Déjà Vu
I get so blown away by that peculiar breathless feeling,
The astonishing 'knowing' sensation that moves me,
Whenever I encounter a moment of life--captured forever like a branching staircase drawn by Escher-Bach,
Leading to so many compellingly phenomenal possibilities imploding in upon themselves,
A mildly thought-provoking sensation that whispers, I've somehow been here before,
Déjà Vu calling me from another place and time,
Evocative--Thrilling!
I can't quite remember when or how--It is a feeling!
Shadow of hidden pathways--provoking wonder,
An illusive hyperthymesia from another dimension,
Like the haunting image of a butterfly floating on some ethereal breeze
--Repeating endlessly in time's memory.
Perchance G-d calling out for the lost soul, "pay attention, this is a pivotal moment!"--Where singular destiny diffuses into multiple slip streams.
And a man has the power to change the path he's on,
Heaven's gentle warning, tugging irresistibly at the soul.
2 Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I get so blown away by that peculiar breathless feeling,
The astonishing 'knowing' sensation that moves me,
Whenever I encounter a moment of life--captured forever like a branching staircase drawn by Escher-Bach,
Leading to so many compellingly phenomenal possibilities imploding in upon themselves,
A mildly thought-provoking sensation that whispers, I've somehow been here before,
Déjà Vu calling me from another place and time,
Evocative--Thrilling!
I can't quite remember when or how--It is a feeling!
Shadow of hidden pathways--provoking wonder,
An illusive hyperthymesia from another dimension,
Like the haunting image of a butterfly floating on some ethereal breeze
--Repeating endlessly in time's memory.
Perchance G-d calling out for the lost soul, "pay attention, this is a pivotal moment!"--Where singular destiny diffuses into multiple slip streams.
And a man has the power to change the path he's on,
Heaven's gentle warning, tugging irresistibly at the soul.
2 Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slow to fulfill his promise as some count slowness, but is patient toward you, not wishing that any should perish, but that all should reach repentance.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Fogscape
Hidden in fog, columns of mist drift and float,
Swirling vaguely diffused against the coast,
Hauntingly beautiful--incarnation of Mys-ter-y,
A deepening illusion, conceals everyday things in fantasy,
Where ocean-side vistas evaporate from sight,
And a suspension bridge of timeless sighs beckons apprehensive cars,
Like a collision zone, where worlds of blurry grey sideswipe,
And whirlpool mists absorb withered light,
Diffusing it perfectly--to paint an alien landscape,
Where life is cloaked in question marks,
An isolated lighthouse stands,
lonely Sentinel--brave Tower Sanctuary,
On a rocky shore, where vapors swirl,
Its foghorn blaring out an unearthly sound,
Like a shofar's mighty blast,
That makes the hairs on my neck stand on end,
A warning of danger creeping nigh,
To cars that crawl on all fours,
With low beams that catch indistinct glimpses of a shadow highway,
And daylight seems forever extinguished in the headlights.
1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see through a glass, darkly (as in a fog); but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Hidden in fog, columns of mist drift and float,
Swirling vaguely diffused against the coast,
Hauntingly beautiful--incarnation of Mys-ter-y,
A deepening illusion, conceals everyday things in fantasy,
Where ocean-side vistas evaporate from sight,
And a suspension bridge of timeless sighs beckons apprehensive cars,
Like a collision zone, where worlds of blurry grey sideswipe,
And whirlpool mists absorb withered light,
Diffusing it perfectly--to paint an alien landscape,
Where life is cloaked in question marks,
An isolated lighthouse stands,
lonely Sentinel--brave Tower Sanctuary,
On a rocky shore, where vapors swirl,
Its foghorn blaring out an unearthly sound,
Like a shofar's mighty blast,
That makes the hairs on my neck stand on end,
A warning of danger creeping nigh,
To cars that crawl on all fours,
With low beams that catch indistinct glimpses of a shadow highway,
And daylight seems forever extinguished in the headlights.
1 Corinthians 13:12 For now we see through a glass, darkly (as in a fog); but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
DEEP PURPLE
Twilight gleams behind an ethereal cloud bank,
Beautifully slow-moving on the beckoning horizon,
The alluvion of sea and sky softly swirling,
Gently drawn where amethyst tinted vapors glide,
Tinged with shimmering pink highlights,
Casting a spellbinding ruby glow on purple waves smooth as glass,
Timbers from an ancient pier stretch skyward,
Their hands raised in heartfelt praise,
Leaning to hold each other up--as good companions do,
Towering above the deepening blue-violet haze,
Hapless trees washed by countless storms,
At angle to the endless skyline,
Stand upright in tranquil water,
To form a panoramic line from sea to shore,
Where shape-shifting sand dunes embrace Infinity.
by Allyson Rose Chandler
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Twilight gleams behind an ethereal cloud bank,
Beautifully slow-moving on the beckoning horizon,
The alluvion of sea and sky softly swirling,
Gently drawn where amethyst tinted vapors glide,
Tinged with shimmering pink highlights,
Casting a spellbinding ruby glow on purple waves smooth as glass,
Timbers from an ancient pier stretch skyward,
Their hands raised in heartfelt praise,
Leaning to hold each other up--as good companions do,
Towering above the deepening blue-violet haze,
Hapless trees washed by countless storms,
At angle to the endless skyline,
Stand upright in tranquil water,
To form a panoramic line from sea to shore,
Where shape-shifting sand dunes embrace Infinity.
by Allyson Rose Chandler
Copyright TXu 744 902
Blown Away!
Comin’ in from London with our presents & carry ons,
Thrilled to be home for the Holidays,
At the astonishing moment when our eyes meet--
Amid the shimmering glitter of Christmas,
I get so blown away by the miracle of who You are!
Song of Solomon 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Comin’ in from London with our presents & carry ons,
Thrilled to be home for the Holidays,
At the astonishing moment when our eyes meet--
Amid the shimmering glitter of Christmas,
I get so blown away by the miracle of who You are!
Song of Solomon 1:2 Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--
for your love is more delightful than wine.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Reasons For Our Love
I stopped by our breezy downtown high-rise,
to pick up a few items left behind during our long weekend getaway,
Like my toothbrush, my favorite silk blouse,
My raison d’être,
--That inexplicable motive I stay so close to you,
My breath swept away by your effervescent good nature,
The unforgettable scent of the ocean lingering in your hair!
I am irresistibly drawn to You like waves to the shoreline,
Or a floating cloud of butterflies to a summer window garden, sparkling easily in the sun,
There is no other explanation for it--Our love is meant to be,
Like the sea and the sky and the stars!
Called to be "One" by our Loving G-d;
Genesis 2:24 Therefore a man shall leave his father and his mother and hold fast to his wife, and they shall become one flesh.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
THE HEART HAS ITS REASONS
Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point--
'The heart has its reasons that reason does not know.”
~ Blaise Pascal, a 17th-century French author
Chasing flickering shadows in the moonlight,
I feel you circle your arms around me,
Holding me soooo close,
Breathless, you twirl me across a glistening silver strand,
It is then I feel the spinning of the earth,
Turning elegantly on its axis,
Gliding across shifting sand dunes,
We move with the earth and sky--
The rise and fall of crystal breakers like the rhythm
of some majestic symphony penned by G-d;
We wade in an ocean clear as translucent glass;
I am forever caught in your gravity--
Drawn by the tug of a wandering moon,
Astonished at how you always sense my emotion,
Everything about you speaks “I Love You”, my husband,
Like the gentle language of the wind in the trees.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Le cœur a ses raisons que la raison ne connaît point--
'The heart has its reasons that reason does not know.”
~ Blaise Pascal, a 17th-century French author
Chasing flickering shadows in the moonlight,
I feel you circle your arms around me,
Holding me soooo close,
Breathless, you twirl me across a glistening silver strand,
It is then I feel the spinning of the earth,
Turning elegantly on its axis,
Gliding across shifting sand dunes,
We move with the earth and sky--
The rise and fall of crystal breakers like the rhythm
of some majestic symphony penned by G-d;
We wade in an ocean clear as translucent glass;
I am forever caught in your gravity--
Drawn by the tug of a wandering moon,
Astonished at how you always sense my emotion,
Everything about you speaks “I Love You”, my husband,
Like the gentle language of the wind in the trees.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Weekend Getaway
"Long weekends are a lot like champagne bubbles, effervescent, ethereal, lighter than air, offering the welcome opportunity to de-stress and relax after the busy work week; where the only questions you need to answer are, red or white wine?--spa suite or bed and breakfast?..."
--Anonymous
Sunlight streamed through double French doors of gracious cherrywood,
Sparkling--beautifully transparent!
That let the breath-taking glow of morning into our suite,
Through Fifteen lite panes that opened onto an exquisitely romantic balcony, just outside our chambers,
Crystal rainbows are reflected onto natural Travertine tiles and Brazilian cherrywood floors,
Painting the room with dancing sillhouettes and charismatic color,
The atmosphere of the vintage room shape-shifting from moment to moment with every thrilling change in light and shadow,
Cathedral height tray ceilings with hand-carved detail showcase the antique skylights of our luxury Penthouse Suite,
From our wrought iron balcony overlooking the street,
Honeysuckles and magnolia blossoms scent the aire with sweet perfume,
Filling our senses with intoxicating incense that wafts upward from cloistered gardens in the private courtyards below,
The amazing scent fills our enchanting turn of the century suite,
As the noise of the avenue calls us to scintilating adventure,
Just a few steps outside our Hotel's grand front entrance, I see a splash of color through leaded frosted glass panels,
The sights and sounds of this fashionable metropolis, alive with excitement and stunning possibility,
Veiled in shades of day-glow yellow--a feeling fresh as ozone!
There is a brightness of spirit here that lifts us to our feet, as we head out heavy rosewood and brass doors, thrilled by the bustling
Eager to share the sumptuous dining and timeless Creole culture we've always read so much about;
We savor tastes of crawfish etouffee, Shrimp creole, jambalaya, and King cake, sipping sazarac cocktails and Ramos Gin Fizzes,
And rummage easily through spell-binding boutique shops and lively sports bars filled with cheering fans,
The crowd goes wild when the Saints score a tie-breaking touchdown seconds before half-time,
Outside on the crowded street we stop to watch mesmerizing street musicians and song writers performing Dixieland Jazz and their own compositions for spare change,
Their Hats full of coins and hand-fulls of dollars from appreciative tourists,
And we ride an antique horse-drawn carriage, laughing hysterically that we are really here--Together!
Tenderly I can feel your quiet strength, as your fingertips meet mine in loving embrace,
Just married, You draw me gently to you and keep me in the safety of your loving arms,
Twirling and swirling merrily,
We ARE the music,
Inspired by the dizzying dance of life all around us,
The attraction of gravity drawing us closer,
As the rhythm of Dixieland compels us to explore wherever our feet want to go.
Proverbs 18:22 Find a good spouse, you find a good life - and even more: the favor of G-d!
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Copyright TXu 744 902
"Long weekends are a lot like champagne bubbles, effervescent, ethereal, lighter than air, offering the welcome opportunity to de-stress and relax after the busy work week; where the only questions you need to answer are, red or white wine?--spa suite or bed and breakfast?..."
--Anonymous
Sunlight streamed through double French doors of gracious cherrywood,
Sparkling--beautifully transparent!
That let the breath-taking glow of morning into our suite,
Through Fifteen lite panes that opened onto an exquisitely romantic balcony, just outside our chambers,
Crystal rainbows are reflected onto natural Travertine tiles and Brazilian cherrywood floors,
Painting the room with dancing sillhouettes and charismatic color,
The atmosphere of the vintage room shape-shifting from moment to moment with every thrilling change in light and shadow,
Cathedral height tray ceilings with hand-carved detail showcase the antique skylights of our luxury Penthouse Suite,
From our wrought iron balcony overlooking the street,
Honeysuckles and magnolia blossoms scent the aire with sweet perfume,
Filling our senses with intoxicating incense that wafts upward from cloistered gardens in the private courtyards below,
The amazing scent fills our enchanting turn of the century suite,
As the noise of the avenue calls us to scintilating adventure,
Just a few steps outside our Hotel's grand front entrance, I see a splash of color through leaded frosted glass panels,
The sights and sounds of this fashionable metropolis, alive with excitement and stunning possibility,
Veiled in shades of day-glow yellow--a feeling fresh as ozone!
There is a brightness of spirit here that lifts us to our feet, as we head out heavy rosewood and brass doors, thrilled by the bustling
Eager to share the sumptuous dining and timeless Creole culture we've always read so much about;
We savor tastes of crawfish etouffee, Shrimp creole, jambalaya, and King cake, sipping sazarac cocktails and Ramos Gin Fizzes,
And rummage easily through spell-binding boutique shops and lively sports bars filled with cheering fans,
The crowd goes wild when the Saints score a tie-breaking touchdown seconds before half-time,
Outside on the crowded street we stop to watch mesmerizing street musicians and song writers performing Dixieland Jazz and their own compositions for spare change,
Their Hats full of coins and hand-fulls of dollars from appreciative tourists,
And we ride an antique horse-drawn carriage, laughing hysterically that we are really here--Together!
Tenderly I can feel your quiet strength, as your fingertips meet mine in loving embrace,
Just married, You draw me gently to you and keep me in the safety of your loving arms,
Twirling and swirling merrily,
We ARE the music,
Inspired by the dizzying dance of life all around us,
The attraction of gravity drawing us closer,
As the rhythm of Dixieland compels us to explore wherever our feet want to go.
Proverbs 18:22 Find a good spouse, you find a good life - and even more: the favor of G-d!
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Copyright TXu 744 902
ATTRACTION
Charmed beyond all common sense,
He realized his gaze was returned and to his relief he knew she felt the attraction too,
He stopped in mid stride. Watching.
Like motion arrested,
Waiting as she slowly walked over to him, laughing,
"Well aren't you going to introduce yourself?"
She offered her slender graceful hand with long beautiful nails sculptured
to perfection,
With attentive care her tiny petal-smooth hand Was enclosed by his huge strong long-fingered yet intensely soft hands,
Touching her ever so gently,
The warmth and tenderness of his caress,
Promising, Teasing, Suggesting. Thrilling!
Her gentleness and goodness responding to his.
Instantly each of them knew their Love would have to be
the most mutually nurturing experience on the planet,
A Love that would last forever,
As arcing the electricity passed between them.
And so in a cathedral filled with light on a day aglow with flowers and laughter,
The minister pronounced them man and wife ...
...And this couple that God has joined in Holy matrimony, let no man divide asunder.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Bonita Bay
When the sun casts luminous streaks of filtered light,
Piercing red-orange clouds with shafts of golden sunbeams,
Captured for but a fleeting moment in my sight,
Yet remembered by my heart forever.
I realize as I watch You float and bob with Your mask and snorkel,
--Like some happy frog skimming the surface of his favorite pond,
Elated as tiny fish of many colors swim around You in Your grotto,
And paint Your Universe with happy ripples,
That this is a “perfect moment in time”--That moment we all long for!
Quickly I retrieve my camera from where I left it,
Resting on my oversized terrycloth WWJD? towel of rainbow stripes,
And I stroll effortlessly toward the breakwater,
Holding onto my wide brimmed hat, overflowing with flowers,
As a gentle breeze tugs and threatens to fling it across the sand,
I see huge granite boulders piled high near the jetty,
Where sun bronzed children splash and giggle their pixie smiles,
One girl with freckles and sun streaked hair, feeds bites of sandwich to a large raccoon,
Who leaps at her then reaches with tiny dark hands in slow-mo,
Astonishingly gentle and humanesque,
To grasp the offered tidbits of tuna and bread gratefully,
Everyone laughs.
A soft amethyst glow spills across the bay streaked by pink and purple shimmers,
Poured out from a point at an angle from towering sea cliffs,
And harbor lights begin to twinkle across the grassy windswept peninsula,
Where a magnificent harvest moon hangs, beautifully suspended, lingering above the horizon,
Glowing like a golden mirror reflecting still waters,
We share a cast away blanket and a comfortable fringed hammock,
That hangs on the air like a Summer’s dream,
Or some wonderful magic carpet, a tapestry of jewel toned magnificence, floating gravity-less on aire,
And sipping glasses of icy chilled, pink lemonade that reflect the cheerful glow from our fire,
Catching the romantic glitter of a frosted crystal moon,
We watch Johnsonville Brats sizzle, and Hoagie Rolls toast to a mouthwatering golden brown,
I hold You closer than breath itself, enchanted.
Truly amazed at the way I’m drawn to You,
An astonishing sensation, like gravity and the lack of gravity at the same time,
It’s like the exhilarating scent of ozone in the mossy green forest,
or the lack of oxygen at that same breathless moment!
Like some mad rollercoaster with capricious ups and downs,
Winding in corkscrew turns, speeding toward the stars,
Then dropping endlessly for miles,
The G force against my body--Thrilling my senses beyond all common sense,
And I wonder to myself amazed,
“This must be--LOVE!
Proverbs 30:18-19
Three things amaze me, no, four things I'll never understand-how an eagle flies so high in the sky, how a snake glides over a rock, how a ship navigates the ocean; and the way of a man with a maid.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
When the sun casts luminous streaks of filtered light,
Piercing red-orange clouds with shafts of golden sunbeams,
Captured for but a fleeting moment in my sight,
Yet remembered by my heart forever.
I realize as I watch You float and bob with Your mask and snorkel,
--Like some happy frog skimming the surface of his favorite pond,
Elated as tiny fish of many colors swim around You in Your grotto,
And paint Your Universe with happy ripples,
That this is a “perfect moment in time”--That moment we all long for!
Quickly I retrieve my camera from where I left it,
Resting on my oversized terrycloth WWJD? towel of rainbow stripes,
And I stroll effortlessly toward the breakwater,
Holding onto my wide brimmed hat, overflowing with flowers,
As a gentle breeze tugs and threatens to fling it across the sand,
I see huge granite boulders piled high near the jetty,
Where sun bronzed children splash and giggle their pixie smiles,
One girl with freckles and sun streaked hair, feeds bites of sandwich to a large raccoon,
Who leaps at her then reaches with tiny dark hands in slow-mo,
Astonishingly gentle and humanesque,
To grasp the offered tidbits of tuna and bread gratefully,
Everyone laughs.
A soft amethyst glow spills across the bay streaked by pink and purple shimmers,
Poured out from a point at an angle from towering sea cliffs,
And harbor lights begin to twinkle across the grassy windswept peninsula,
Where a magnificent harvest moon hangs, beautifully suspended, lingering above the horizon,
Glowing like a golden mirror reflecting still waters,
We share a cast away blanket and a comfortable fringed hammock,
That hangs on the air like a Summer’s dream,
Or some wonderful magic carpet, a tapestry of jewel toned magnificence, floating gravity-less on aire,
And sipping glasses of icy chilled, pink lemonade that reflect the cheerful glow from our fire,
Catching the romantic glitter of a frosted crystal moon,
We watch Johnsonville Brats sizzle, and Hoagie Rolls toast to a mouthwatering golden brown,
I hold You closer than breath itself, enchanted.
Truly amazed at the way I’m drawn to You,
An astonishing sensation, like gravity and the lack of gravity at the same time,
It’s like the exhilarating scent of ozone in the mossy green forest,
or the lack of oxygen at that same breathless moment!
Like some mad rollercoaster with capricious ups and downs,
Winding in corkscrew turns, speeding toward the stars,
Then dropping endlessly for miles,
The G force against my body--Thrilling my senses beyond all common sense,
And I wonder to myself amazed,
“This must be--LOVE!
Proverbs 30:18-19
Three things amaze me, no, four things I'll never understand-how an eagle flies so high in the sky, how a snake glides over a rock, how a ship navigates the ocean; and the way of a man with a maid.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The One Mother Warned Me About
I sit through the long lonely night caught in a vortex of swirling emotion,
Seriously wondering about You and me,
Praying for the strength to stay and keep the promise I made to G-d on the day of our wedding,
Tiny votives gleaming in a wave of shimmering points of glitter,
I Remember the carefree sunlit days on the top of our mountain,
Or our walks on the coast--windswept and free as the waves,
Enchanted days filled with flowers blooming in glorious bouquets,
Honey’d moments touched by riots of hilarity and laughter.
You joked “You were the one my mother warned me about,”
(Though a pastor's son, you'd found more than your share of troubles),
I had no doubt it was somewhat true,
A revealing self-prophecy that sealed my doom;
And yet there was another side trying to shine through,
Surely no evil could hide behind those eyes so amazing and blue!
A hero with a miraculous tenderness,
Whose smile could make the world seem suddenly brighter,
With that “magic” that could draw all the oxygen from a room,
Leaving me breathless with awe.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
got addictions?
Lonnie Mackley-Washed Robes Ministries
http://lonniemackley.tripod.com/
I sit through the long lonely night caught in a vortex of swirling emotion,
Seriously wondering about You and me,
Praying for the strength to stay and keep the promise I made to G-d on the day of our wedding,
Tiny votives gleaming in a wave of shimmering points of glitter,
I Remember the carefree sunlit days on the top of our mountain,
Or our walks on the coast--windswept and free as the waves,
Enchanted days filled with flowers blooming in glorious bouquets,
Honey’d moments touched by riots of hilarity and laughter.
You joked “You were the one my mother warned me about,”
(Though a pastor's son, you'd found more than your share of troubles),
I had no doubt it was somewhat true,
A revealing self-prophecy that sealed my doom;
And yet there was another side trying to shine through,
Surely no evil could hide behind those eyes so amazing and blue!
A hero with a miraculous tenderness,
Whose smile could make the world seem suddenly brighter,
With that “magic” that could draw all the oxygen from a room,
Leaving me breathless with awe.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
got addictions?
Lonnie Mackley-Washed Robes Ministries
http://lonniemackley.tripod.com/
Power of a Kind Word
The stretch limousine waited in the night as raindrops spilled luminescent silver,
Collecting in pools like memories puddling,
A shimmering river translucent against the dark glass windshield,
Condensing into droplets that splashed as her tears ran hot,
The rhythm of windshield wipers suggesting a song she couldn’t quite remember,
About a man who cant find his way home or was tragically lost in space,
She in her warm car, he outside looking in from the vacant street reflected in the glow of the headlights,
A poker player, and a bit of a rogue--looking whimsical and wild,
like at any moment he expected to fly!
Casually rumpled, like a child caught in the rain.
Somehow gentle and caring underneath that pavement hard façade he used for a disguise so no one might guess his hand,
Divided by worlds and parallel universes, and promises, and so many 'hard' words she couldn't forget,
She should simply say, “goodbye.” and turn away before a second thought could change her resolve,
Instead she reached out her hand, before he could stumble and fall to the ground,
And she might never forgive herself,
In that instant universes collided and symphonies played, magical colors burst across the sky!
And true love was not lost in the darkness for lack of a kind word.
I Corinthians 7:16 For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband?
or how knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The stretch limousine waited in the night as raindrops spilled luminescent silver,
Collecting in pools like memories puddling,
A shimmering river translucent against the dark glass windshield,
Condensing into droplets that splashed as her tears ran hot,
The rhythm of windshield wipers suggesting a song she couldn’t quite remember,
About a man who cant find his way home or was tragically lost in space,
She in her warm car, he outside looking in from the vacant street reflected in the glow of the headlights,
A poker player, and a bit of a rogue--looking whimsical and wild,
like at any moment he expected to fly!
Casually rumpled, like a child caught in the rain.
Somehow gentle and caring underneath that pavement hard façade he used for a disguise so no one might guess his hand,
Divided by worlds and parallel universes, and promises, and so many 'hard' words she couldn't forget,
She should simply say, “goodbye.” and turn away before a second thought could change her resolve,
Instead she reached out her hand, before he could stumble and fall to the ground,
And she might never forgive herself,
In that instant universes collided and symphonies played, magical colors burst across the sky!
And true love was not lost in the darkness for lack of a kind word.
I Corinthians 7:16 For what knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband?
or how knowest thou, O man, whether thou shalt save thy wife?
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Reflection On A Tri-Level Deck
In the midst of a summer garden filled with a menagerie of roses,
Gorgeously outlined in the shimmering moonlight,
I recline pool-side on a tri-level deck,
Where a tourmaline spa emerges sparkling from a fluted base of swirling green marble.
Alone with my thoughts and a million scintillating stars so close I could almost reach out and touch them,
I watch enthralled as candles burn low in candle holders of antiqued verdigris,
They flicker prayerfully in the deepening shadows,
Casting a spellbinding glow on elegantly sculptured white wicker,
Sipping wine as fragrant as summer flowers,
The rim of my glass reflecting a frosted crystal moon,
I watch white lace panels move softly on a water-colored wind.
Thoughts of You and me and the Love we've shared,
A compelling vision in the deep velvet night.
Proverbs 12:4a
A virtuous woman [is] a crown to her husband;
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
In the midst of a summer garden filled with a menagerie of roses,
Gorgeously outlined in the shimmering moonlight,
I recline pool-side on a tri-level deck,
Where a tourmaline spa emerges sparkling from a fluted base of swirling green marble.
Alone with my thoughts and a million scintillating stars so close I could almost reach out and touch them,
I watch enthralled as candles burn low in candle holders of antiqued verdigris,
They flicker prayerfully in the deepening shadows,
Casting a spellbinding glow on elegantly sculptured white wicker,
Sipping wine as fragrant as summer flowers,
The rim of my glass reflecting a frosted crystal moon,
I watch white lace panels move softly on a water-colored wind.
Thoughts of You and me and the Love we've shared,
A compelling vision in the deep velvet night.
Proverbs 12:4a
A virtuous woman [is] a crown to her husband;
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Reflections on a Quiet Lake
In a translucent pool of water,
Outlined in glistening silver,
On this breathless summer day--timeless and serene,
Even as my face is answered by it's own likeness,
Tho' darkly and not a perfect representation feature for feature,
Looking long at scintillating crystal water,
That repeats the pattern of the sky with striking brilliancy,
I see the image of your heart reflecting mine,
In shimmering holographic perfection,
Your feelings mirroring the thoughts of my heart, emotion for emotion,
Sharing the same joys and sorrows,
Until it is difficult To know exactly where You begin and I end
in the intimate bond of Love,
Our hearts entwined like interlocking bands of gold,
Or glistening circles on the surface of a tranquil lake that ripple forever outward,
Spectacular. Luminous!
Breathtakingly tracing every sensational expanse of a crystal shoreline,
--Drawn together by G-d's Love.
We become ' One' sparkling reflection each of the other.
Forever transformed!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
In a translucent pool of water,
Outlined in glistening silver,
On this breathless summer day--timeless and serene,
Even as my face is answered by it's own likeness,
Tho' darkly and not a perfect representation feature for feature,
Looking long at scintillating crystal water,
That repeats the pattern of the sky with striking brilliancy,
I see the image of your heart reflecting mine,
In shimmering holographic perfection,
Your feelings mirroring the thoughts of my heart, emotion for emotion,
Sharing the same joys and sorrows,
Until it is difficult To know exactly where You begin and I end
in the intimate bond of Love,
Our hearts entwined like interlocking bands of gold,
Or glistening circles on the surface of a tranquil lake that ripple forever outward,
Spectacular. Luminous!
Breathtakingly tracing every sensational expanse of a crystal shoreline,
--Drawn together by G-d's Love.
We become ' One' sparkling reflection each of the other.
Forever transformed!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Endless Summer
Pale white clouds of billowing gauze hung suspended.
Gravity less. On the rim of the mountain.
Stretching themselves thinner and thinner.
Across a pastel summer sky.
Until nothing was left but their image on my mind,
On this endless summer day.
Windswept--casually rumpled.
You whirled me laughing on the edge of a pewter lake,
And gave me the most memorable kiss---A promise!
Igniting sunset's amber glow,
The spirit within me amazed,
That I should receive the fondest longing of my heart.
And G-d grant me this incredible, one of a kind, “Forever Love!"
Psalm 37:4 Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of
your heart.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Pale white clouds of billowing gauze hung suspended.
Gravity less. On the rim of the mountain.
Stretching themselves thinner and thinner.
Across a pastel summer sky.
Until nothing was left but their image on my mind,
On this endless summer day.
Windswept--casually rumpled.
You whirled me laughing on the edge of a pewter lake,
And gave me the most memorable kiss---A promise!
Igniting sunset's amber glow,
The spirit within me amazed,
That I should receive the fondest longing of my heart.
And G-d grant me this incredible, one of a kind, “Forever Love!"
Psalm 37:4 Take delight in the LORD, and he will give you the desires of
your heart.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Celestial Mobile of Liquid Silver
I want to walk with You, M‘ Husband,
Where a skywalk unwinds like ribbon toward breathtaking Half Moon Bay,
Lacing together flower-covered balconies and oceanfront condos across windswept sea cliffs,
The breeze lifts my L’ Belle France dress romantically on aire --like poetry!
As you gently kiss sunbeams that stencil warm golden shimmers on my lips,
I caress the angles of your appealing masculine face,
Amazed to think You are my husband!
With adoring fingers that tremble--afraid to wake from this dream,
I watch shape-shifting emotions pass across your face, like the luminous flicker of a candle--A spellbinding illusion!
And see bright blue eyes glow with excitement,
That extraordinary look of wonder I find Irresistibly disarming,
I am lost in the warmth of your smile, so much longing to be everything you need.
Wishing only to give you my best for as long as we live,
Breathless I am swept away by your tenderness, clinging for support against the rolling waves,
I tumble into your arms windswept,
Attracted to you like butterflies to a sunny summer garden,
Caught in a veil of shimmering daylight,
That paints sparkling sensations on my skin,
Enchanted, I listen to the magnificent noise of the waves,
And watch seagulls lift on buoyant wind currents,
Like some kind of incredible celestial mobile of liquid silver,
Set in motion by G-d's hand--to our astonished delight;
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I want to walk with You, M‘ Husband,
Where a skywalk unwinds like ribbon toward breathtaking Half Moon Bay,
Lacing together flower-covered balconies and oceanfront condos across windswept sea cliffs,
The breeze lifts my L’ Belle France dress romantically on aire --like poetry!
As you gently kiss sunbeams that stencil warm golden shimmers on my lips,
I caress the angles of your appealing masculine face,
Amazed to think You are my husband!
With adoring fingers that tremble--afraid to wake from this dream,
I watch shape-shifting emotions pass across your face, like the luminous flicker of a candle--A spellbinding illusion!
And see bright blue eyes glow with excitement,
That extraordinary look of wonder I find Irresistibly disarming,
I am lost in the warmth of your smile, so much longing to be everything you need.
Wishing only to give you my best for as long as we live,
Breathless I am swept away by your tenderness, clinging for support against the rolling waves,
I tumble into your arms windswept,
Attracted to you like butterflies to a sunny summer garden,
Caught in a veil of shimmering daylight,
That paints sparkling sensations on my skin,
Enchanted, I listen to the magnificent noise of the waves,
And watch seagulls lift on buoyant wind currents,
Like some kind of incredible celestial mobile of liquid silver,
Set in motion by G-d's hand--to our astonished delight;
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Dune Crest by the Sea
I remember long breezy days strolling hand in hand down the Skyview Highway,
As it traces the coastal headlands near the jetty, overlooking Starfish Beach,
Where windswept sand dunes lounge by towering cliffs and sparkling crystal water,
And blue skies clear as a turquoise jewel hang in the air like a banner that billows unfurled on the wind,
As I near the sun bleached boardwalk I hear the sounds of skaters skating on the winding sidewalks of Oceanside Park,
That slope with a thrilling pitch to the closed off streets below,
Where a collection of tiny boutiques and one of a kind designer shops,
meander impressively all along the waterfront,
Their fashionable displays of hand painted kites, stained glass art, smart consignment clothing, and exquisitely crafted leather goods,
Beckon convincingly to tourists in brilliantly colored Hawaiian shirts and Bermuda shorts,
Everywhere street cafes and open-air bistros offer intimate levels of casual seating where tiered waterfalls, gardens and butterflies abound,
On the boardwalk the scent of French fries waft on the air, and hotdogs
sizzle on a vendor’s grill.
Children with snow cones of red and purple drift like dragonflies, skimming the
waterfront--tiny faces stained with berry juice smudges,
As a colony of sunbathers, "beautiful people" on rainbow striped towels, lounge behind their favorite Rayban sunglasses, skin shiny with Islands Of The Tropics suntan oil,
Lazing in the sun as they bake to a golden bronze and the sunlight paints their hair with glints of shimmering blonde highlights,
Smiling you embrace me, taking my hand and you guide me toward our light-hearted picnic for two--as our hearts pound in a synchronized rhythm,
You lead me to a blanket with two lounge chairs in the shade,
Where a willow basket overflowing with shrimp pasta, and Pizza Rustico.
Happily I take my place in the sun, where the enchanted kingdom of
Dunecrest meets the sea-- marveling at G-d's bountious goodness!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I remember long breezy days strolling hand in hand down the Skyview Highway,
As it traces the coastal headlands near the jetty, overlooking Starfish Beach,
Where windswept sand dunes lounge by towering cliffs and sparkling crystal water,
And blue skies clear as a turquoise jewel hang in the air like a banner that billows unfurled on the wind,
As I near the sun bleached boardwalk I hear the sounds of skaters skating on the winding sidewalks of Oceanside Park,
That slope with a thrilling pitch to the closed off streets below,
Where a collection of tiny boutiques and one of a kind designer shops,
meander impressively all along the waterfront,
Their fashionable displays of hand painted kites, stained glass art, smart consignment clothing, and exquisitely crafted leather goods,
Beckon convincingly to tourists in brilliantly colored Hawaiian shirts and Bermuda shorts,
Everywhere street cafes and open-air bistros offer intimate levels of casual seating where tiered waterfalls, gardens and butterflies abound,
On the boardwalk the scent of French fries waft on the air, and hotdogs
sizzle on a vendor’s grill.
Children with snow cones of red and purple drift like dragonflies, skimming the
waterfront--tiny faces stained with berry juice smudges,
As a colony of sunbathers, "beautiful people" on rainbow striped towels, lounge behind their favorite Rayban sunglasses, skin shiny with Islands Of The Tropics suntan oil,
Lazing in the sun as they bake to a golden bronze and the sunlight paints their hair with glints of shimmering blonde highlights,
Smiling you embrace me, taking my hand and you guide me toward our light-hearted picnic for two--as our hearts pound in a synchronized rhythm,
You lead me to a blanket with two lounge chairs in the shade,
Where a willow basket overflowing with shrimp pasta, and Pizza Rustico.
Happily I take my place in the sun, where the enchanted kingdom of
Dunecrest meets the sea-- marveling at G-d's bountious goodness!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Sky Terrace
Exploring the unforgettably beautiful scenery surrounding our lakeshore cabin by the deepening shades of dusk,
I survey the stunning view from my winding natural rock terrace,
Concealed from the street by the tri level wraparound deck hidden in the trees,
Carved breathtakingly from the side of the mountain,
Where the intoxicating scent of pine fills my senses with its intricate woodsy fragrance,
In the fading twilight I see overladen tangles of spectacularly ripe blackberries,
As they cascade wildly across the hillside pathway--longing to be picked!
My soul dances within me to see the magnificence of the heavens resplendent with a million scintillating points of light,
As a myriad of stars appear, that shimmer and sparkle impossibly.
Like diamonds. Intensely beautiful!
My heart contemplating this sensational expanse of Sky.
That is bigger than the awesomeness and majesty of the Grand Canyon,
Or the snowcapped splendor of the Sierras towering Cathedral-like into the night,
A witness to G-d's monumental Glory,
And the riches poured out for us from the Truckee River Keeper’s most wondrous treasures,
In a language that speaks eloquently the vastness of G-d's Love,
You hold me close, and ask me 'How much I love You?'
M’ Love, just look at the Sky!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Exploring the unforgettably beautiful scenery surrounding our lakeshore cabin by the deepening shades of dusk,
I survey the stunning view from my winding natural rock terrace,
Concealed from the street by the tri level wraparound deck hidden in the trees,
Carved breathtakingly from the side of the mountain,
Where the intoxicating scent of pine fills my senses with its intricate woodsy fragrance,
In the fading twilight I see overladen tangles of spectacularly ripe blackberries,
As they cascade wildly across the hillside pathway--longing to be picked!
My soul dances within me to see the magnificence of the heavens resplendent with a million scintillating points of light,
As a myriad of stars appear, that shimmer and sparkle impossibly.
Like diamonds. Intensely beautiful!
My heart contemplating this sensational expanse of Sky.
That is bigger than the awesomeness and majesty of the Grand Canyon,
Or the snowcapped splendor of the Sierras towering Cathedral-like into the night,
A witness to G-d's monumental Glory,
And the riches poured out for us from the Truckee River Keeper’s most wondrous treasures,
In a language that speaks eloquently the vastness of G-d's Love,
You hold me close, and ask me 'How much I love You?'
M’ Love, just look at the Sky!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Neon Nights
The Cityscape scintillates so alive,
I love the way it glows and effervesces,
Painting trivial life in shimmering rivers of neon.
Strobing rainbows stream onto busy pavement,
The city on fire with pulses of luminescent glitter,
Like the magic of fireworks erupting across the skyline.
They hold me in silence, Breathless!
Anticipating the glorious.
A shimmering and electric outburst, breathtakingly hypnotic,
As the night sparkles around you, so compelling,
Painting the contours of your face with spectacular flashes of arcing neon.
Thrilled, I am captured by the light show,
Perfectly reflected in Your loving eyes.
Psalm 18:12
Out of the brightness of His presence clouds advanced, with hailstones
and bolts of lightning.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The Cityscape scintillates so alive,
I love the way it glows and effervesces,
Painting trivial life in shimmering rivers of neon.
Strobing rainbows stream onto busy pavement,
The city on fire with pulses of luminescent glitter,
Like the magic of fireworks erupting across the skyline.
They hold me in silence, Breathless!
Anticipating the glorious.
A shimmering and electric outburst, breathtakingly hypnotic,
As the night sparkles around you, so compelling,
Painting the contours of your face with spectacular flashes of arcing neon.
Thrilled, I am captured by the light show,
Perfectly reflected in Your loving eyes.
Psalm 18:12
Out of the brightness of His presence clouds advanced, with hailstones
and bolts of lightning.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
NEON
Neon sways and arcs across the skyline,
A brilliant rainbow of florescent glow signs,
Scintillating and sparkling!
Making my pulse race faster,
As the lights of the city reflect magically from every skyscraper,
Mirroring the lightshow as it strobes electric into the night,
“Soon you will be here!” my mood lifts ecstatically,
“To share my lovely City of Lights!”
I watch a stenciled full moon, like frosted ice glitter,
Paint the sillouette of your plane as it touches the ground.
I clutch my purse full of gifts and race toward the tarmack,
Eager to find your face in the crowd,
Breathless to know what you will say with that warm Southern Comfort accent,
Captured by the dark crystal sound of your laugh,
I circle my arms gently about your neck,
Exhilarated, breathing in the compelling incense of your Drakkar Noir cologne--
So glad You are home!
Jude 1:2 Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Neon sways and arcs across the skyline,
A brilliant rainbow of florescent glow signs,
Scintillating and sparkling!
Making my pulse race faster,
As the lights of the city reflect magically from every skyscraper,
Mirroring the lightshow as it strobes electric into the night,
“Soon you will be here!” my mood lifts ecstatically,
“To share my lovely City of Lights!”
I watch a stenciled full moon, like frosted ice glitter,
Paint the sillouette of your plane as it touches the ground.
I clutch my purse full of gifts and race toward the tarmack,
Eager to find your face in the crowd,
Breathless to know what you will say with that warm Southern Comfort accent,
Captured by the dark crystal sound of your laugh,
I circle my arms gently about your neck,
Exhilarated, breathing in the compelling incense of your Drakkar Noir cologne--
So glad You are home!
Jude 1:2 Mercy, peace and love be yours in abundance.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Awesome
Together we drive toward the Coast,
Yearning to stand and watch the wind speak mysteries,
Opening ours eyes and heart to unbelievable views of this impossibly beautiful shore,
At once, we race to our favorite view terrace,
Barely ahead of the incoming storm,
Ascending to the edge of towering cliffs,
Where ominous black thunderheads swirl dramatically above us.
Breathless! We watch the sky.
Clinging to safety in our mountain cathedral,
Sheltered by a cleft in solid rock,
As the zephyr whips at our hair and clothes,
And cloudbursts erupt converging upon our lofty wind platform with a mighty vengeance.
In a fearsome downpour that drenches us in icy rain.
Sending brilliant shafts of lightning snaking toward earth with scintillating flashes,
Strobing across a smoldering amethyst skyline,
In a sensational effect that is absolutely spectacular,
Majestic, Breathtaking!
Like those astonishing plasma spheres where discharges of electricity meet your fingertips at every amazing point of contact,
The currant arcing, and bending, following your movements.
Impossibly thrilling!
A marvelous phenomenon,
As extraordinary as touching the Hand of G-d depicted in the spellbinding artwork of Michaelangelo.
We stand transfixed!
Mesmerized, as the commotion of thunderclaps breaks across the clouds,
And jagged bolts of lightning rake the shore, in awe-inspiring flashes of fire that strike at the land,
Whipping and lashing with magnificent fury.
We lunge with up-thrust arms, like reaching that perfect moment of peril on a rollercoaster ride,
Defying the terror echoing with a explosive boom in our hearts,
Inspired by nature's hauntingly beautiful outburst of noise,
We call out to sea and sky, shouting louder than the roaring waves,
Astonished at the magnificent power of this unexpected seaside squall.
Holding each other, our lips lock in a kiss sparked by tempestuous nature,
Delighting in how very much life is fragile and incredibly awesome!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Together we drive toward the Coast,
Yearning to stand and watch the wind speak mysteries,
Opening ours eyes and heart to unbelievable views of this impossibly beautiful shore,
At once, we race to our favorite view terrace,
Barely ahead of the incoming storm,
Ascending to the edge of towering cliffs,
Where ominous black thunderheads swirl dramatically above us.
Breathless! We watch the sky.
Clinging to safety in our mountain cathedral,
Sheltered by a cleft in solid rock,
As the zephyr whips at our hair and clothes,
And cloudbursts erupt converging upon our lofty wind platform with a mighty vengeance.
In a fearsome downpour that drenches us in icy rain.
Sending brilliant shafts of lightning snaking toward earth with scintillating flashes,
Strobing across a smoldering amethyst skyline,
In a sensational effect that is absolutely spectacular,
Majestic, Breathtaking!
Like those astonishing plasma spheres where discharges of electricity meet your fingertips at every amazing point of contact,
The currant arcing, and bending, following your movements.
Impossibly thrilling!
A marvelous phenomenon,
As extraordinary as touching the Hand of G-d depicted in the spellbinding artwork of Michaelangelo.
We stand transfixed!
Mesmerized, as the commotion of thunderclaps breaks across the clouds,
And jagged bolts of lightning rake the shore, in awe-inspiring flashes of fire that strike at the land,
Whipping and lashing with magnificent fury.
We lunge with up-thrust arms, like reaching that perfect moment of peril on a rollercoaster ride,
Defying the terror echoing with a explosive boom in our hearts,
Inspired by nature's hauntingly beautiful outburst of noise,
We call out to sea and sky, shouting louder than the roaring waves,
Astonished at the magnificent power of this unexpected seaside squall.
Holding each other, our lips lock in a kiss sparked by tempestuous nature,
Delighting in how very much life is fragile and incredibly awesome!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Eagle Falls
Chasing waterfalls through the woods,
I Fall in Love with You again and again,
As breathless we climb the narrow pathway winding through
the trees,
That leads from Vikingsholm up the steep mountain canyon
to Eagle Lake,
To a place where our path converges with magnificent cliffs
overlooking Lake Tahoe,
Spectacular falls spill dramatically over the edge,
As we climb the face of the cliff,
A fine mist of spray swirling around us,
Careful to find the best handholds on the slippery wet
granite,
Spongy moss covering the face of the rock,
And for one incredible moment we stand on a ledge behind a curtain of plummeting water,
Exhaling a prayer of wonder at such breathtaking scenery,
Then slowly, reluctantly, we emerge,
Looking as though we'd taken a shower with our clothes on,
Shivering as much from amazement as from the stunningly cold water,
Laughing, as we hike upward toward our goal.
Finally we reach the Primary Falls cascading in a showy plume of swiftly moving white water,
Making a sheer drop from a hundred feet above our heads,
The rising haze forming rainbows where condensation is
touched by the gleaming rays of sunlight,
We swim in shallow pools of icy cold water,
Tiny whirlpools formed directly beneath the falls creating an impossibly wondrous Jacuzzi effect.
And lie in the sun--Tired, Exhilarated!
Sharing the distinctive splendor of the brilliant blue lake,
G-d's radiant jewel sparkling in the afternoon sun,
It is a Mountain top experience we will never forget.
The windfalls for pursuing the end of the winding mountain
trail--Glorious!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Chasing waterfalls through the woods,
I Fall in Love with You again and again,
As breathless we climb the narrow pathway winding through
the trees,
That leads from Vikingsholm up the steep mountain canyon
to Eagle Lake,
To a place where our path converges with magnificent cliffs
overlooking Lake Tahoe,
Spectacular falls spill dramatically over the edge,
As we climb the face of the cliff,
A fine mist of spray swirling around us,
Careful to find the best handholds on the slippery wet
granite,
Spongy moss covering the face of the rock,
And for one incredible moment we stand on a ledge behind a curtain of plummeting water,
Exhaling a prayer of wonder at such breathtaking scenery,
Then slowly, reluctantly, we emerge,
Looking as though we'd taken a shower with our clothes on,
Shivering as much from amazement as from the stunningly cold water,
Laughing, as we hike upward toward our goal.
Finally we reach the Primary Falls cascading in a showy plume of swiftly moving white water,
Making a sheer drop from a hundred feet above our heads,
The rising haze forming rainbows where condensation is
touched by the gleaming rays of sunlight,
We swim in shallow pools of icy cold water,
Tiny whirlpools formed directly beneath the falls creating an impossibly wondrous Jacuzzi effect.
And lie in the sun--Tired, Exhilarated!
Sharing the distinctive splendor of the brilliant blue lake,
G-d's radiant jewel sparkling in the afternoon sun,
It is a Mountain top experience we will never forget.
The windfalls for pursuing the end of the winding mountain
trail--Glorious!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Flutterbyes
Flutterbyes hang-glide outside the windows of our mondocinium,
Spectacular. Ethereal!
Flitting and bobbing above a magnificent carpet of filedwowers,
While a breathtaking chorus of birds sings us awake.
A lone sodermichael cruises windblown, defiant,
Shaking the lyrical silence of our private forest cul de sac.
As sunshine streaks through arch-paladian windows,
Creating shimmering aureoles of light.
We rise early to share the dawn,
Sipping hazelnut coffee from our dedwood reck,
Savoring berries and cream and a fresh batch of scones,
We breath in the Solitude,--living our dream!
Listening to the voice of G-d in the stillness of the Morning.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Flutterbyes hang-glide outside the windows of our mondocinium,
Spectacular. Ethereal!
Flitting and bobbing above a magnificent carpet of filedwowers,
While a breathtaking chorus of birds sings us awake.
A lone sodermichael cruises windblown, defiant,
Shaking the lyrical silence of our private forest cul de sac.
As sunshine streaks through arch-paladian windows,
Creating shimmering aureoles of light.
We rise early to share the dawn,
Sipping hazelnut coffee from our dedwood reck,
Savoring berries and cream and a fresh batch of scones,
We breath in the Solitude,--living our dream!
Listening to the voice of G-d in the stillness of the Morning.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Dragonfly Dance
On a lighthearted Summer’s dawning, we shared Hazelnut coffee and buttered Devonshire cream scones,
Dripping with fragrant orange spun honey and fresh-picked ripe apricot preserves bursting with flavor,
I behold a curious blue-tailed dragonfly with spun-glass wings,
Graceful see-through airfoils, sparkling like faceted crystal,
That beat the air with lightning-speed flashes, reflecting rainbows of color that shimmer brilliant,
A thrilling sight---mythically beautiful. he skims the lake with lofty majesty,
Like poetry on wing. Floating weightless, hanging in mid-air,
A fragile angelic being loosed from the Land of the Dragonflies, the prophecy of sheerly luminous destiny,
Beloved entity of glowing light!
Flashing bright, like shimmers of neon stenciled on a tranquil sky, a shape too breakable to endure for long,
Leaving opalescent images etched on my soul with glistening clarity to paint my day with flashes of fire,
G-d's Devine bringer of dreams, a predictor of blessings! Who drifts buoyantly on the breath of the wind.
--Foretelling timeless forever Love moments before it happens!
Your fingers twine gently through my hair, drawing me closer,
We kiss, and You steal the words from my trembling lips.
'I Love You!' a heart's cry begun like a miracle only moments ago,
On this windswept day painted with sunlight, powder-hued hydrangias, and inspiration,
A dragonfly skims the lake and disappears,
His fragile mission from Heaven accomplished!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
On a lighthearted Summer’s dawning, we shared Hazelnut coffee and buttered Devonshire cream scones,
Dripping with fragrant orange spun honey and fresh-picked ripe apricot preserves bursting with flavor,
I behold a curious blue-tailed dragonfly with spun-glass wings,
Graceful see-through airfoils, sparkling like faceted crystal,
That beat the air with lightning-speed flashes, reflecting rainbows of color that shimmer brilliant,
A thrilling sight---mythically beautiful. he skims the lake with lofty majesty,
Like poetry on wing. Floating weightless, hanging in mid-air,
A fragile angelic being loosed from the Land of the Dragonflies, the prophecy of sheerly luminous destiny,
Beloved entity of glowing light!
Flashing bright, like shimmers of neon stenciled on a tranquil sky, a shape too breakable to endure for long,
Leaving opalescent images etched on my soul with glistening clarity to paint my day with flashes of fire,
G-d's Devine bringer of dreams, a predictor of blessings! Who drifts buoyantly on the breath of the wind.
--Foretelling timeless forever Love moments before it happens!
Your fingers twine gently through my hair, drawing me closer,
We kiss, and You steal the words from my trembling lips.
'I Love You!' a heart's cry begun like a miracle only moments ago,
On this windswept day painted with sunlight, powder-hued hydrangias, and inspiration,
A dragonfly skims the lake and disappears,
His fragile mission from Heaven accomplished!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Where do Butterflies Go?
Where do butterflies go on the edge of nightfall?
Do they melt into the evening sky, a million tiny wings creating the brilliance of sunset with all its colors?
Reappearing with magnificent splendor as the first glow of dawn paints the new day with wonder?
Or do they disguise themselves among a spectacular cascade of silken petals tumbling across a midnight mountain meadow?
Creating a glorious veil of multicolored blossoms shimmering under false pretenses in the glistening starlight,
Do they adorn the flowing tresses of passing trees as they waltz elegant near a sparkling crystal lake?
Perhaps they have found some legendary citadel towering magnificently into the black and silver glitter of night as it spans the crest of the Sierras?
A captivating refuge known only to the Truckee River Keeper as he chases his winding river that sweeps through distant meadows beneath a mountain named 'Lady Rose',
A magical place where a swirling cloud of sleepy butterflies float buoyantly,
Hang-gliding dreamlike on the fantasy of a pastel and silver breeze,
A place so wondrous and fanciful G-d hid it in the palm of his hand,
Filled to capacity with such ethereal beings, delicate and fragile,
Like a symphony of color drifting and bobbing under the gentle spell of night,
Dreaming glowing dreams that only butterflies can know,
Perhaps, 'IF' I could find the place where butterflies go,
It is there I would find You!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Where do butterflies go on the edge of nightfall?
Do they melt into the evening sky, a million tiny wings creating the brilliance of sunset with all its colors?
Reappearing with magnificent splendor as the first glow of dawn paints the new day with wonder?
Or do they disguise themselves among a spectacular cascade of silken petals tumbling across a midnight mountain meadow?
Creating a glorious veil of multicolored blossoms shimmering under false pretenses in the glistening starlight,
Do they adorn the flowing tresses of passing trees as they waltz elegant near a sparkling crystal lake?
Perhaps they have found some legendary citadel towering magnificently into the black and silver glitter of night as it spans the crest of the Sierras?
A captivating refuge known only to the Truckee River Keeper as he chases his winding river that sweeps through distant meadows beneath a mountain named 'Lady Rose',
A magical place where a swirling cloud of sleepy butterflies float buoyantly,
Hang-gliding dreamlike on the fantasy of a pastel and silver breeze,
A place so wondrous and fanciful G-d hid it in the palm of his hand,
Filled to capacity with such ethereal beings, delicate and fragile,
Like a symphony of color drifting and bobbing under the gentle spell of night,
Dreaming glowing dreams that only butterflies can know,
Perhaps, 'IF' I could find the place where butterflies go,
It is there I would find You!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Spring Days
The lingering days of Spring are painted in glowing Technicolor,
As soft wisps of fluffy white clouds drift lazily across a perfect blue sky,
Diffused fingers of light filter spectacularly through the trees,
Like the inspiration of G-d!
Filling our dreams with images of sunshine and hope,
As we skip toward the top of the mountain--so in love we could Fly!
We chase kites in brilliant colors across a mountain meadow,
Whirling them in mock dogfights, as they soar, and swoop and dodge,
Then breathless from laughter we cling to each other for support, as they loop and intertwine together,
Out of control, they spiral wildly toward earth,
As we embrace in a tangle of string. Triumphant!
Tumbling to the ground we share Vegan sandwiches called Healthy Harrys, lavishly garnished with onion, tomato, avocado and sprouts,
Sipping sparkling apple juice in the shade where a myriad of multicolored wildflowers have cascaded over natural rock walls,
And a turquoise lake reflects the sky with perfect brilliancy,
I am drawn to you like swallowtail butterflies to honey sweet nectar,
Recklessly attracted by the gentle warm comfort of your love,
Irresistible and compelling!
Nothing could be better than sharing this enchanted mushroom meadow with you,
For this idyllic mountain journey on the edge of Spring.
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The lingering days of Spring are painted in glowing Technicolor,
As soft wisps of fluffy white clouds drift lazily across a perfect blue sky,
Diffused fingers of light filter spectacularly through the trees,
Like the inspiration of G-d!
Filling our dreams with images of sunshine and hope,
As we skip toward the top of the mountain--so in love we could Fly!
We chase kites in brilliant colors across a mountain meadow,
Whirling them in mock dogfights, as they soar, and swoop and dodge,
Then breathless from laughter we cling to each other for support, as they loop and intertwine together,
Out of control, they spiral wildly toward earth,
As we embrace in a tangle of string. Triumphant!
Tumbling to the ground we share Vegan sandwiches called Healthy Harrys, lavishly garnished with onion, tomato, avocado and sprouts,
Sipping sparkling apple juice in the shade where a myriad of multicolored wildflowers have cascaded over natural rock walls,
And a turquoise lake reflects the sky with perfect brilliancy,
I am drawn to you like swallowtail butterflies to honey sweet nectar,
Recklessly attracted by the gentle warm comfort of your love,
Irresistible and compelling!
Nothing could be better than sharing this enchanted mushroom meadow with you,
For this idyllic mountain journey on the edge of Spring.
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Twelve Roses In a Crystal Bud Vase
You sent me a dozen long stemmed frosted mauve roses,
As soft and distinctive as dusty mauve velvet,
The color of elegance and romance,
With just the tiniest wisp of baby's breath,
A whimsical touch as delicate as lace,
All tied with shimmering satin ribbon,
And set in an exquisite crystal bud vase.
Reflecting rainbows like a prism in the morning light,
Your card said you would 'Fill the room with
roses-Someday.'
A magnificent 'lie' I only half believed,
Thrilled by the sincerity of your exaggeration,
And the wonderment of your Love,
Evidenced by glistening petals,
A promise before G-d,
And two bands of gold entwined like our Hearts.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
You sent me a dozen long stemmed frosted mauve roses,
As soft and distinctive as dusty mauve velvet,
The color of elegance and romance,
With just the tiniest wisp of baby's breath,
A whimsical touch as delicate as lace,
All tied with shimmering satin ribbon,
And set in an exquisite crystal bud vase.
Reflecting rainbows like a prism in the morning light,
Your card said you would 'Fill the room with
roses-Someday.'
A magnificent 'lie' I only half believed,
Thrilled by the sincerity of your exaggeration,
And the wonderment of your Love,
Evidenced by glistening petals,
A promise before G-d,
And two bands of gold entwined like our Hearts.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Full Moon
The firmament glows with G-d's silver’d light,
As a harvest moon comes into view, from behind its silken veil,
Touching sea and shore with luminous glitter,
Spilled out from a point beyond the stars,
Where the dreams of lovers always come true!
And love shines like a myriad of diamonds against a soft velvet night.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The firmament glows with G-d's silver’d light,
As a harvest moon comes into view, from behind its silken veil,
Touching sea and shore with luminous glitter,
Spilled out from a point beyond the stars,
Where the dreams of lovers always come true!
And love shines like a myriad of diamonds against a soft velvet night.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Men
A million tiny stars shimmer and sparkle,
Scintillating jewels of light,
Like so many brilliant white diamonds,
Multifaceted and dazzling against the rich black velvet night, eons deep,
Stretching itself endlessly across the wide expanse of sky.
The highway unfolds in the warm glow of the headlights,
As the forest comes down to beckon us singing its madrigal song,
With Mount Rose looming imposingly ahead,
A solid patch of blackness, in the pitch-black night,
A tiny double strand of glimmering lights from the cars above us marks the path for our steep ascent,
Like tiny shimmers of diamond and ruby glitter,
Winding back and forth in a spectacular display across the face of the mountain.
We climb looping through a series of nearly breakneck turns, spiraling dizzyingly,
We Glide ever skyward, the slender expanse of highway surrounded by a million curious trees,
Pressing in to welcome us, as we speed toward the cathedral summit that rises commandingly above the floor of the valley,
With an astonishing view of the Sierras,
Waiting to be touched by the first shimmering glow of daybreak.
We watch enthralled anticipating the Thrilling, and the Glorious!
Our quest, To catch the first rays of dawn, and share the silver morning,
As gleaming streaks of violet form luminous scepters of light.
That backlight the crest of the mountain in spectacular amethyst coronas,
Majestically beautiful!
As the radiant colors of sunrise ignite this new day in a blaze of glory,
Suddenly I realize 'again' as I gaze at You, my husband,
With daylight tracing every angle of your face in scintillating patterns.
Of all the Awesome beauty and wonders of the Universe,
Nothing is quite as breathtaking as an attractive and appealing man,
G-d's ultimate creation!
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Of Pawns and Kings
I see you standing there bold Chessman,
But are you really Pawn or King?
My senses refuse to tell me which you are,
In the dazzle of your self-esteem,
By the brilliancy evidenced in such surpassing noble features,
I suspect the fine gold of your heart was fashioned as gloriously as your appearance--which is truly remarkable,
Gazing into those eyes that shimmer like golden topaz,
Your manly mane swept back handsomely from Your face,
Rippling untamed on the wind,
I know in the flash of a moment--You are someone exceptional,
A feeling more then just a "first impression",
It is obvious to me-You are more than You seem!
I Chronicles 12:8
...whose faces were like the faces of lions...
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I see you standing there bold Chessman,
But are you really Pawn or King?
My senses refuse to tell me which you are,
In the dazzle of your self-esteem,
By the brilliancy evidenced in such surpassing noble features,
I suspect the fine gold of your heart was fashioned as gloriously as your appearance--which is truly remarkable,
Gazing into those eyes that shimmer like golden topaz,
Your manly mane swept back handsomely from Your face,
Rippling untamed on the wind,
I know in the flash of a moment--You are someone exceptional,
A feeling more then just a "first impression",
It is obvious to me-You are more than You seem!
I Chronicles 12:8
...whose faces were like the faces of lions...
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Wondrous Puzzle
I think physical Love is proof that G-d has a sense of humor,
Be honest haven't you ever thought so?
Don't you think He must have laughed when He realized what He'd invented?
It is also proof of His wisdom.
As differently as men and women see the world,
Without it do you think they'd have spent enough time together to learn to nurture and Love?
And become mutually dependent--their hearts intertwined,
Or understand how perfectly 'because' of their differences they were created to fit together,
In some sort of marvelous celestial design,
A puzzle of exquisite and matchless workmanship.
Glorious beyond all understanding,
It is the wonder of creation,
This miracle of Love between a man and his wife.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I think physical Love is proof that G-d has a sense of humor,
Be honest haven't you ever thought so?
Don't you think He must have laughed when He realized what He'd invented?
It is also proof of His wisdom.
As differently as men and women see the world,
Without it do you think they'd have spent enough time together to learn to nurture and Love?
And become mutually dependent--their hearts intertwined,
Or understand how perfectly 'because' of their differences they were created to fit together,
In some sort of marvelous celestial design,
A puzzle of exquisite and matchless workmanship.
Glorious beyond all understanding,
It is the wonder of creation,
This miracle of Love between a man and his wife.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Friendship
The card you sent was classic, elegant, wonderful--so much like you!
Depicting a 19th Century Lady's vanity table in shades of exquisite dusty rose and mauve,
The shades of a Victorian Romance Novel.
Softly glowing, & intensely feminine.
On the white lace covered glass of a boudoir table, a sterling silver mirror, brush and comb set rest,
With a collection of decanters, all arranged with flawless artistry lit by the diffused light from opened French doors with frosted glass and leaded crystal insets,
Gorgeous white gowns dripping with hand crocheted lace and delicate rosettes move softly on a breeze. Like poetry,
I knew immediately I would frame it in antique gold with a matting of softly demure mauve and a tiny trim of dusty pink ribbon,
And hang it in my sitting room gallery where I keep my collection of cherished cards,
Next to the picture from the last one you sent.
A treasured beauty--with an elegant chair of sculptured white wicker draped with lavish pineapple crocheted lace,
And a fluffy white Persian cat posing dreamily,
Beside a classic straw hat trimmed with delicate white lace and lovely mauve flowers, that rested beautifully at an angle against the back of the chair.
Sophisticated. Neo-Victorian. Ethereal!
I laugh delighted as a glittering rainbow of confetti hearts spill out whimsically when I open the card,
Your note penned in flowing calligraphy,
The signature I know by it's upward slant and lavish detail without even seeing it.
Even though you are miles away you always make my birthday a special occasion,
But I think what I like the most about our friendship is that when I am with you I really like the person I am,
And when I leave I take that confidence with me.
My believing recharged to face the challenges and joys life holds for me,
Knowing I have a Friend, closer than a sister.
I like to believe I do the same for You.
Once again Your friendship and thoughtfulness have brightened my life,
And reminded me of the most perfect gift You always give-Your Friendship,
Words can never say how greatly I value and esteem You!
copyright Txu 774 992
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The card you sent was classic, elegant, wonderful--so much like you!
Depicting a 19th Century Lady's vanity table in shades of exquisite dusty rose and mauve,
The shades of a Victorian Romance Novel.
Softly glowing, & intensely feminine.
On the white lace covered glass of a boudoir table, a sterling silver mirror, brush and comb set rest,
With a collection of decanters, all arranged with flawless artistry lit by the diffused light from opened French doors with frosted glass and leaded crystal insets,
Gorgeous white gowns dripping with hand crocheted lace and delicate rosettes move softly on a breeze. Like poetry,
I knew immediately I would frame it in antique gold with a matting of softly demure mauve and a tiny trim of dusty pink ribbon,
And hang it in my sitting room gallery where I keep my collection of cherished cards,
Next to the picture from the last one you sent.
A treasured beauty--with an elegant chair of sculptured white wicker draped with lavish pineapple crocheted lace,
And a fluffy white Persian cat posing dreamily,
Beside a classic straw hat trimmed with delicate white lace and lovely mauve flowers, that rested beautifully at an angle against the back of the chair.
Sophisticated. Neo-Victorian. Ethereal!
I laugh delighted as a glittering rainbow of confetti hearts spill out whimsically when I open the card,
Your note penned in flowing calligraphy,
The signature I know by it's upward slant and lavish detail without even seeing it.
Even though you are miles away you always make my birthday a special occasion,
But I think what I like the most about our friendship is that when I am with you I really like the person I am,
And when I leave I take that confidence with me.
My believing recharged to face the challenges and joys life holds for me,
Knowing I have a Friend, closer than a sister.
I like to believe I do the same for You.
Once again Your friendship and thoughtfulness have brightened my life,
And reminded me of the most perfect gift You always give-Your Friendship,
Words can never say how greatly I value and esteem You!
copyright Txu 774 992
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Grapevine Wreath
On a day filled with sunshine and light-hearted laughter,
During a recent gathering of close friends,
Our lavish hilarity and vivacious gladness---
The effect of the joy of this momentous reunion.
We strolled easily, exploring the mall, on a lazy windswept afternoon,
Anticipating our day of fun,
Without a single thought or plan,
We wandered upscale shops with expertly merchandised shelves and astonishing lighting,
In search of new inspiration for our home décor journals,
Collecting color swatches, design brochures, and stunning ideas,
We shopped like women on a mission.
In one delightful, secluded world imports shop,
I found a magnificent grapevine wreath,
It was a tangled sculpture of woodsy vines,
Wound around a core of swirling interlaced branches,
We immediately admired its pleasing symmetry and stunning proportion,
I knew the second I saw it I had found the perfect framework for a hand crafted floral composition I had just described to Rachael & Julie, that I was longing to create,
Stopping for lunch at a fashionable Open-air Bistro, D'Monico's,
We shared astonishing finds, scintillating conversation and mesmerizing camaraderie,
Over glasses of sparkling lemonade and mouth-watering pesto, time flew by on our cordial girl’s day out,
Slipping away pleasantly, interspersed with spontaneous gales of laughter,
Far too short a time for catching up on all of our latest life events,
Sadly saying our good-byes we promised to reconvene our coterie, for a beauty day of facials and fun,
To share recipes for Strawberry Daiquiris and homemade spa treatments,
Walking toward the exit, I was floating, my heart filled with ecstasy from the joy of mutual respect and shared love of best friends,
I left the quaint designer outlet mall, with my new wreath tucked carefully under one arm, as sunset glowed across the horizon,
Already day-dreaming about finding two perfect magnolia swags, flawless twins dripping with elegant, even blossoms,
with graceful mauve petals and powdery gray green leaves,
Each beautifully draped and wired to my enchanting, newly acquired wreath,
Attractively tied in the middle with an exquisite bow of shimmering transparent ribbon,
A priceless keepsake---A remembrance of good times, enduring friendships, and G-d's Love for us;
All in all, It was an unforgettable outing!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
On a day filled with sunshine and light-hearted laughter,
During a recent gathering of close friends,
Our lavish hilarity and vivacious gladness---
The effect of the joy of this momentous reunion.
We strolled easily, exploring the mall, on a lazy windswept afternoon,
Anticipating our day of fun,
Without a single thought or plan,
We wandered upscale shops with expertly merchandised shelves and astonishing lighting,
In search of new inspiration for our home décor journals,
Collecting color swatches, design brochures, and stunning ideas,
We shopped like women on a mission.
In one delightful, secluded world imports shop,
I found a magnificent grapevine wreath,
It was a tangled sculpture of woodsy vines,
Wound around a core of swirling interlaced branches,
We immediately admired its pleasing symmetry and stunning proportion,
I knew the second I saw it I had found the perfect framework for a hand crafted floral composition I had just described to Rachael & Julie, that I was longing to create,
Stopping for lunch at a fashionable Open-air Bistro, D'Monico's,
We shared astonishing finds, scintillating conversation and mesmerizing camaraderie,
Over glasses of sparkling lemonade and mouth-watering pesto, time flew by on our cordial girl’s day out,
Slipping away pleasantly, interspersed with spontaneous gales of laughter,
Far too short a time for catching up on all of our latest life events,
Sadly saying our good-byes we promised to reconvene our coterie, for a beauty day of facials and fun,
To share recipes for Strawberry Daiquiris and homemade spa treatments,
Walking toward the exit, I was floating, my heart filled with ecstasy from the joy of mutual respect and shared love of best friends,
I left the quaint designer outlet mall, with my new wreath tucked carefully under one arm, as sunset glowed across the horizon,
Already day-dreaming about finding two perfect magnolia swags, flawless twins dripping with elegant, even blossoms,
with graceful mauve petals and powdery gray green leaves,
Each beautifully draped and wired to my enchanting, newly acquired wreath,
Attractively tied in the middle with an exquisite bow of shimmering transparent ribbon,
A priceless keepsake---A remembrance of good times, enduring friendships, and G-d's Love for us;
All in all, It was an unforgettable outing!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Dried Hydrangeas
When I first discovered the irresistible handicraft of drying hydrangeas in my sunlit Artist’s studio,I never dreamed at the time how the ambience of the G-d's timeless blooms would fill my day with gladness as they take on an enchanting vintage appearance,
In awe, I watch gentle tea green blossoms turn to enticing shades of burgundy and pink,
Looking their finest when dehydrated gradually on the blooming plant before I begin the extraordinary marvel of the drying process,
Like all things wonderful, it is best to wait for just the perfect moment when nature will surprise you with spectacular effects!
In the cooler climes, as the crispness of Fall camouflages the world in glorious red, flame and plum,
Northern Hydrangeas, on the contrary,
prefer to develop a stunning patina in intriguing shades of blue, raspberry and purple,
To take on a powdery 'Summer' appearance,
I love to purchase bunches of flower-covered stems from northernmost growers
to see the exquisite variances in color,
That contrast beautifully with the burgundy and pink varieties grown in the South.
Both looks an inspiring wonder!
Especially when draped with looping bows of shimmering iridescent ribbon and arranged artistically in a tall cut crystal vase,
My romantic stems of dried hydrangeas are as graceful and lovely as those purchased from an exclusive florist,
Or an upscale Interior Designer’s perfectly merchandised boutique,
I always experience my dried bouquets as an astonishing miracle!
Thrilled at how easy it is to create such a stunning effect,
-Hydrangeas like the ones from my glowing memories of childhood,
When spectacular globes of deep blue and lavender, graced the enchanting greenery next to my Grandmother’s spacious front porch.
Blooming with breath-taking elegance!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
When I first discovered the irresistible handicraft of drying hydrangeas in my sunlit Artist’s studio,I never dreamed at the time how the ambience of the G-d's timeless blooms would fill my day with gladness as they take on an enchanting vintage appearance,
In awe, I watch gentle tea green blossoms turn to enticing shades of burgundy and pink,
Looking their finest when dehydrated gradually on the blooming plant before I begin the extraordinary marvel of the drying process,
Like all things wonderful, it is best to wait for just the perfect moment when nature will surprise you with spectacular effects!
In the cooler climes, as the crispness of Fall camouflages the world in glorious red, flame and plum,
Northern Hydrangeas, on the contrary,
prefer to develop a stunning patina in intriguing shades of blue, raspberry and purple,
To take on a powdery 'Summer' appearance,
I love to purchase bunches of flower-covered stems from northernmost growers
to see the exquisite variances in color,
That contrast beautifully with the burgundy and pink varieties grown in the South.
Both looks an inspiring wonder!
Especially when draped with looping bows of shimmering iridescent ribbon and arranged artistically in a tall cut crystal vase,
My romantic stems of dried hydrangeas are as graceful and lovely as those purchased from an exclusive florist,
Or an upscale Interior Designer’s perfectly merchandised boutique,
I always experience my dried bouquets as an astonishing miracle!
Thrilled at how easy it is to create such a stunning effect,
-Hydrangeas like the ones from my glowing memories of childhood,
When spectacular globes of deep blue and lavender, graced the enchanting greenery next to my Grandmother’s spacious front porch.
Blooming with breath-taking elegance!
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
HEROES
Meeting one’s legends face to face,
To be au fait with complicated, mortal nature,
Frail icons cast in splendid gold,
Made more exceeding rare, for their numerous failings.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
got addictions?
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Meeting one’s legends face to face,
To be au fait with complicated, mortal nature,
Frail icons cast in splendid gold,
Made more exceeding rare, for their numerous failings.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
got addictions?
Lonnie Mackley-Washed Robes Ministries
http://lonniemackley.tripod.com/
Watercolors on the Wind
Painted on silk in flowing calligraphy,
Elegance for the sake of elegance,
it’s own reason for existing,
And so with no further need of explaination,
She simply “is who she is”…
Like pastel waterolors on the wind.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Proverbs 31:10
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies...
Painted on silk in flowing calligraphy,
Elegance for the sake of elegance,
it’s own reason for existing,
And so with no further need of explaination,
She simply “is who she is”…
Like pastel waterolors on the wind.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Proverbs 31:10
Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies...
GOOD TIMES
Good times are Homemade.
A wonderful gift of Love,
From the beautifully crafted affairs as elegant and unforgettable,
As long stemmed red roses in a Tiffany crystal vase,
To the unstudied splendor of a windswept walk on the beach,
Times that fill our hearts and lives with warmth,
And leave behind glowing memories.
Your craftsmanship can be lavishly exquisite,
Or as sweet and simple as a child's beloved handiwork.
Treasured keepsakes in times of trouble.
They will never happen unless You create them.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
White Lace Curtains
It's funny how white lace curtains hung in an empty room
Spectacularly back-lit by the sun,
Seem to fill the entire house with warmth and light.
When previously there was only noticeable emptiness.
Now, A promise exists.
Suggesting fulfillment--
Dreams can be like that.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
It's funny how white lace curtains hung in an empty room
Spectacularly back-lit by the sun,
Seem to fill the entire house with warmth and light.
When previously there was only noticeable emptiness.
Now, A promise exists.
Suggesting fulfillment--
Dreams can be like that.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Wind Chimes
If every good deed had a song,
Wouldn't the music they'd inspire,
Be very much like the clear crystal tones of wind chimes on a pastel summer breeze?
Or a symphony as brilliant and compelling as the play of lights of the Aurora-Borealis
shimmering across the frozen North sky,
A spectacular light show resonating with an impossibly beautiful sound,
As glowing particles of ice are suspended gravity less,
Answering the chorus they first heard from the Cosmos,
It is a sound of Joy echoing on the rising wind,
Declaring the victory of G-d's Love!
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TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
If every good deed had a song,
Wouldn't the music they'd inspire,
Be very much like the clear crystal tones of wind chimes on a pastel summer breeze?
Or a symphony as brilliant and compelling as the play of lights of the Aurora-Borealis
shimmering across the frozen North sky,
A spectacular light show resonating with an impossibly beautiful sound,
As glowing particles of ice are suspended gravity less,
Answering the chorus they first heard from the Cosmos,
It is a sound of Joy echoing on the rising wind,
Declaring the victory of G-d's Love!
Copyright
TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Happiness
Your happiness is determined by the way the light shines in your heart,
Reflected by the shades and tints of colors glowing from within You,
And if your way of dealing with light is more gently frosted and opaque,
Or a crystal brilliancy that is glistening translucent~water clear,
Perhaps that light that illuminates Your inner being is some marvelous fusion of the two,
I cannot heal the broken rainbows on your windswept odyssey through life,
As we walk hand in hand on the Earth,
Nor can I declare to you how tiny fragments of color fit together in the artwork of your life,
To complete that sparkling Tiffany lamp.
With fluted Art Noveau base of elegantly sculptured verdigris,
Or the magnificent stained glass window,
In brilliant panels of leaded crystal shimmering in the morning sun,
Spectacular to behold,
Fulfilling the masterpiece you are destined to become,
But because I am your Friend I will always believe in the miracle of your rainbows,
A beautiful creation silk-screened on your heart.
Luminous and visionary,
Spectacularly airbrushed in all the colors of your dreams.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Postcards
Dreams. Forming sensational gauzy shapes,
Glowing, Ethereal!
Move softly on the morning aire,
So lifelike they seem to breathe,
In an impossibly beautiful illusion.
They are inspired revelations.
Spectacular glimpses of possibility,
Precious keepsakes of our endless Love.
Filled with scenes of majestic beauty.
That sparkle in our imagination,
Like postcards air-mailed from Heaven.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Dreams. Forming sensational gauzy shapes,
Glowing, Ethereal!
Move softly on the morning aire,
So lifelike they seem to breathe,
In an impossibly beautiful illusion.
They are inspired revelations.
Spectacular glimpses of possibility,
Precious keepsakes of our endless Love.
Filled with scenes of majestic beauty.
That sparkle in our imagination,
Like postcards air-mailed from Heaven.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Gold Dust
Life's compassion is magnificent to me,
For time and time again I find myself to be an impossible collection of dust.
Colorless, Non substantial.
Fleeing before the wind,
With only the minutest traces of shimmering golden glitter.
Miraculous particles of gold dust suspended spectacularly in my soul,
A glistening touch of brilliance!
To lend sparkle,
Assuring me again and again,
--Of the perfect miracle of G-d's matchless love.
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Life's compassion is magnificent to me,
For time and time again I find myself to be an impossible collection of dust.
Colorless, Non substantial.
Fleeing before the wind,
With only the minutest traces of shimmering golden glitter.
Miraculous particles of gold dust suspended spectacularly in my soul,
A glistening touch of brilliance!
To lend sparkle,
Assuring me again and again,
--Of the perfect miracle of G-d's matchless love.
Copyright TXu 944-702
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Rainbow In The Rain
Sometimes I feel like a rainbow shining in the Twilight.
Painting fantasy colors in the falling rain,
Luminous, And waterclear,
For Noone to see.
A glowing arc of neon, silk-screened upon the sky.
With an astonishing view of the city,
By dawn's early half-light.
Street lights kaleidoscoping spectacularly below me,
Longing impossibly to dance in the splendor of this gleaming silver dawn.
Reaching to become a perfect span of color against the vivid crystal sunrise.
Shimmering and sparkling in the morning’s translucent glory,
Until then I will be thankful--waiting the Day out.
Trusting in G-d's perfect plan.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Sometimes I feel like a rainbow shining in the Twilight.
Painting fantasy colors in the falling rain,
Luminous, And waterclear,
For Noone to see.
A glowing arc of neon, silk-screened upon the sky.
With an astonishing view of the city,
By dawn's early half-light.
Street lights kaleidoscoping spectacularly below me,
Longing impossibly to dance in the splendor of this gleaming silver dawn.
Reaching to become a perfect span of color against the vivid crystal sunrise.
Shimmering and sparkling in the morning’s translucent glory,
Until then I will be thankful--waiting the Day out.
Trusting in G-d's perfect plan.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
CHILDREN-LEGACY OF LOVE!
Memory Garden
I remember the uncomplicated wonder of my first little garden,
The way my Father spent so many hours teaching us to create perfect miniature mounds for
each tiny unseen plant,
Carefully pushing a dimple in the rich dark soil with uncertain fingers in the center of each earthy heap,
Then scattering several seeds in hopes of glory,
After we went indoors he would check our work and cover or replant each seed left exposed,
careful so that we would not see him fixing our work,
Next came the daily ritual of weeding and watering with tiny watering cans, as he would explain how deliberately he placed the hose to avoid over watering tender plants,
Or how to spray a diffused shower of water, creating a gentle mist with huge hands that
looked like bulky overgrown potatoes,
And a smile as broad and warm as the Summer sky.
Watermelons he planted to Mozart, while tomato plants were Vivaldi,
But towering Sunflowers were always sown to the sounds of Greig’s Peer Gnant Suite,
To charm them into growing giant petals that captured the dazzling yellow color of the brilliant sunlight.
Tiny cabbages grew in perfect neat rows,
Near the feathery yellow-green plumage of tender orange carrots that tasted soooo much better than any found in the aisle of the local grocery store.
Today my little daughter regards me with adoring admiration,
As I explain all the mysteries and particulars of growing a backyard garden,
Sharing the elaborate and whimsical traditions of nurturing a Sunflower,
Or how to coax a seedling tomato plant to grow onto a latticed trellis.
As the fanciful swirling strains of Anitra’s Dance fills the air like poetry,
In an astonishing flight of fantasy that fills my soul with memories,
Bringing back so many pleasant reminiscences of that first childhood garden so many years ago.
I smile to think of the real "abundance" my Father planted then,
Tired from all our labor, we stop to take a break,
Sitting on a canopied porch swing,
We sip fresh lemonade, as the wind softly plays with a boisterous wisp of my daughter’s shiny gold hair.
copyright Txu 774 992
By Allyson Rose Chandler
I remember the uncomplicated wonder of my first little garden,
The way my Father spent so many hours teaching us to create perfect miniature mounds for
each tiny unseen plant,
Carefully pushing a dimple in the rich dark soil with uncertain fingers in the center of each earthy heap,
Then scattering several seeds in hopes of glory,
After we went indoors he would check our work and cover or replant each seed left exposed,
careful so that we would not see him fixing our work,
Next came the daily ritual of weeding and watering with tiny watering cans, as he would explain how deliberately he placed the hose to avoid over watering tender plants,
Or how to spray a diffused shower of water, creating a gentle mist with huge hands that
looked like bulky overgrown potatoes,
And a smile as broad and warm as the Summer sky.
Watermelons he planted to Mozart, while tomato plants were Vivaldi,
But towering Sunflowers were always sown to the sounds of Greig’s Peer Gnant Suite,
To charm them into growing giant petals that captured the dazzling yellow color of the brilliant sunlight.
Tiny cabbages grew in perfect neat rows,
Near the feathery yellow-green plumage of tender orange carrots that tasted soooo much better than any found in the aisle of the local grocery store.
Today my little daughter regards me with adoring admiration,
As I explain all the mysteries and particulars of growing a backyard garden,
Sharing the elaborate and whimsical traditions of nurturing a Sunflower,
Or how to coax a seedling tomato plant to grow onto a latticed trellis.
As the fanciful swirling strains of Anitra’s Dance fills the air like poetry,
In an astonishing flight of fantasy that fills my soul with memories,
Bringing back so many pleasant reminiscences of that first childhood garden so many years ago.
I smile to think of the real "abundance" my Father planted then,
Tired from all our labor, we stop to take a break,
Sitting on a canopied porch swing,
We sip fresh lemonade, as the wind softly plays with a boisterous wisp of my daughter’s shiny gold hair.
copyright Txu 774 992
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Fantasy in Pink Ballet Slippers
Her name is Krystal,
A sweet Angel child.
With rosebud lips.
And sparkling eyes,
Impossibly beautiful--The daughter of my Heart.
An Astonishing miracle!
She is the gift of G-d to my life,
Twirling and dancing like a fairytale Princess,
Perfectly unaware of how amazing she is.
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By Allyson Rose Chandler
Her name is Krystal,
A sweet Angel child.
With rosebud lips.
And sparkling eyes,
Impossibly beautiful--The daughter of my Heart.
An Astonishing miracle!
She is the gift of G-d to my life,
Twirling and dancing like a fairytale Princess,
Perfectly unaware of how amazing she is.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Ballerina
Floating gracefully. Pas du pas a batument.
On pointe--whirling and spinning,
Hang-gliding effortlessly in air to the spellbinding fantasy of Ravel's Sleeping Beauty,
Luminous frosted glass backlighting every motion,
Expressive! Compelling!
The Spirit rising like a wind inside her,
Pouring out the passion of her deepest praise in spectacular dance,
Her movements like a prayer.
Soaring to new heights! Testing her limits,
Burning every ounce of energy to thrill her audience,
Exalting the Lord!
As starlit pink charmeuse glimmers softly,
Its fluted shape shimmering, romantic in the astonishing incandescence of the footlights,
Patterns of light diffused beautifully.
Filtering in a sensational effect,
Glistening! Poetic.
Tracing a dainty swanlike silhouette that gives the shyest suggestion of willowy,
Her complexion pale dusty rose porcelain,
With a glorious profusion of spun gold curls cascading princess-like down her back.
An exquisite velveteen bow gathering silken locks demurely at the crown,
Capturing the illusion of glowing pre teen beauty,
Childlike yet feminine--Impossibly lovely,
She will be a breathtaking adult,
As sparkling as her name- "Krystal!"
A scintillating and beloved jewel,
To glorify OUR G-D OF LIGHT.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Floating gracefully. Pas du pas a batument.
On pointe--whirling and spinning,
Hang-gliding effortlessly in air to the spellbinding fantasy of Ravel's Sleeping Beauty,
Luminous frosted glass backlighting every motion,
Expressive! Compelling!
The Spirit rising like a wind inside her,
Pouring out the passion of her deepest praise in spectacular dance,
Her movements like a prayer.
Soaring to new heights! Testing her limits,
Burning every ounce of energy to thrill her audience,
Exalting the Lord!
As starlit pink charmeuse glimmers softly,
Its fluted shape shimmering, romantic in the astonishing incandescence of the footlights,
Patterns of light diffused beautifully.
Filtering in a sensational effect,
Glistening! Poetic.
Tracing a dainty swanlike silhouette that gives the shyest suggestion of willowy,
Her complexion pale dusty rose porcelain,
With a glorious profusion of spun gold curls cascading princess-like down her back.
An exquisite velveteen bow gathering silken locks demurely at the crown,
Capturing the illusion of glowing pre teen beauty,
Childlike yet feminine--Impossibly lovely,
She will be a breathtaking adult,
As sparkling as her name- "Krystal!"
A scintillating and beloved jewel,
To glorify OUR G-D OF LIGHT.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
A Child’s Curiosity
With deliberate premeditated purpose, Melissa tossed the light bulb onto the sidewalk,
The look of awe and unrestrained wonder as it burst into a thousand pieces on the gray cement,
Gave way to the sudden sharp realization she’d done something wrong,
A feeling which was confirmed by her Mother’s angry scowl as she ran toward the hapless child,
'How could you be so thoughtless Melissa?' She had never seen her Mother so angry.
'Children in bare feet play on this sidewalk, you have put them all in danger,'
'What a mess you have made,' her Mom was now completely out of breath, waiting for some kind of explanation,
Bright blue eyes rimmed with tears as she looked up wide-eyed.
Afraid because she was used to praise and not this kind of reaction from her Mother.
She looked so tiny, and so much younger than four at that moment,.
'I only wanted to know what would happen, I didn’t know it would break…'
Melissa answered softly.
'I wasn’t sure what it would do…I was curious' The blue of her eyes deepening with the intensity of emotion.
Her Mom’s face softened visibly at the memory of her own curiosity as a child.
And she KNEW in her heart by the look of surprise on her little girl’s face at the moment when she saw the shattering glass,
It had happened exactly as her little one had described.
It was not deliberate destruction with an intent for mischief,
Only a small girl conducting a science experiment to discover the world around her,
Quickly she hugged her to reassure and comfort her, fondly rumpling her wavy blond hair with adoring affection,
"I believe you Princess.. Now go and get the broom and I’ll help you clean up," her mother said with genuine relief that it had not been the situation it had seemed.
She knew her girl was not an unruly child.
The little girl ran gratefully for the house, relieved "She understood,"
Hoping Mom would still keep her promise to make chocolate nut fudge after lunch.
'Of course she will--and I get to lick the spoon.' She thought happily to herself,
She ran to help clean up the broken glass, laughing brightly to her Mom,
'I will never need to do that again,' her face was glowing with cuteness.
As both of them laughed, her Mom was charmed beyond all common sense smiling at her adorable 'Chipmunk,' a nickname affectionately suggested when she was doing her most winning face and funniest antics,
Suddenly remembering her recipe for Chocolate Nut Fudge with her daughter's favorite macadamia nuts and double chocolate chips.
"Ummmm, this will be the BEST Chocolate Nut Fudge ever!" she thought as she found her cookie sheet.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
With deliberate premeditated purpose, Melissa tossed the light bulb onto the sidewalk,
The look of awe and unrestrained wonder as it burst into a thousand pieces on the gray cement,
Gave way to the sudden sharp realization she’d done something wrong,
A feeling which was confirmed by her Mother’s angry scowl as she ran toward the hapless child,
'How could you be so thoughtless Melissa?' She had never seen her Mother so angry.
'Children in bare feet play on this sidewalk, you have put them all in danger,'
'What a mess you have made,' her Mom was now completely out of breath, waiting for some kind of explanation,
Bright blue eyes rimmed with tears as she looked up wide-eyed.
Afraid because she was used to praise and not this kind of reaction from her Mother.
She looked so tiny, and so much younger than four at that moment,.
'I only wanted to know what would happen, I didn’t know it would break…'
Melissa answered softly.
'I wasn’t sure what it would do…I was curious' The blue of her eyes deepening with the intensity of emotion.
Her Mom’s face softened visibly at the memory of her own curiosity as a child.
And she KNEW in her heart by the look of surprise on her little girl’s face at the moment when she saw the shattering glass,
It had happened exactly as her little one had described.
It was not deliberate destruction with an intent for mischief,
Only a small girl conducting a science experiment to discover the world around her,
Quickly she hugged her to reassure and comfort her, fondly rumpling her wavy blond hair with adoring affection,
"I believe you Princess.. Now go and get the broom and I’ll help you clean up," her mother said with genuine relief that it had not been the situation it had seemed.
She knew her girl was not an unruly child.
The little girl ran gratefully for the house, relieved "She understood,"
Hoping Mom would still keep her promise to make chocolate nut fudge after lunch.
'Of course she will--and I get to lick the spoon.' She thought happily to herself,
She ran to help clean up the broken glass, laughing brightly to her Mom,
'I will never need to do that again,' her face was glowing with cuteness.
As both of them laughed, her Mom was charmed beyond all common sense smiling at her adorable 'Chipmunk,' a nickname affectionately suggested when she was doing her most winning face and funniest antics,
Suddenly remembering her recipe for Chocolate Nut Fudge with her daughter's favorite macadamia nuts and double chocolate chips.
"Ummmm, this will be the BEST Chocolate Nut Fudge ever!" she thought as she found her cookie sheet.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
Possessions
The little girl had a tiny frame and thick gold hair,
That earlier had been in something that resembled a French Braid
Now it was a matted tangle that tumbled wildly about her face,
Large bright expressive blue eyes were her most noticeable feature,
Anxiously she looked around to make sure no one overheard,
Shifting feet uneasily she gazed at her mother with obvious discomfort,
Avoiding eye contact, in a weak voice she asked,
“Do I have to invite my friends to play in my room any more?”
The pained expression on her face was met by the gentle concern of her parent,
“No Honey, you can play outside if you prefer, but Nicholette, you have always loved to have your friends play in your room before? What’s different today?”
“These girls don’t have a lot of toys, or much of anything.” She confided thoughtfully,
“Her parents earn about as much as you, but they never spend any of it on their kids.”
“They look at all my things in a way that makes me feel bad, especially my clothes and my dollhouse.”
The anguish on her fragile face impossible to console,
“No, you don’t have to invite them in…but take some cookies and lemonade out when you go”.
Her tiny face brightened at the offer of treats,
The warm chewy chocolate chip confections and fresh lemonade were greeted by the delighted giggles of her friends.
How to explain to a child that “Yes it is fair for her to have nice things,
But “No” it isn’t fair that every child doesn’t have nice things too.”
Then try explaining that to the child without.
It is one of those moments when life totally does not make sense to me.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
The Winner
My daughter came home from the first grade one sunny Spring afternoon,
Her heart broken--inconsolable.
Glistening teardrops spilled over the rim of intensely blue eyes,
She looked so small and sad as a sob wracked her tiny frame,
"I tried as hard as I could to be the best, Mom--I wanted to win more
than anything!"
"But Jordy Cho won the prize for being the most excellent student in the first grade!"
"And do You think Jordy Cho deserved the prize?"
"Yes. he always does his homework weeks in advance, he's more than just smart, he's always nice to everyone, but I deserved a prize too."
"How many children are in Your class, Nicholette?"
"Thirty."
"And how many could win a prize?"
"Only one Mom."
"Well, when there's only one prize and thirty children alot of people who were deserving, didn't win. That must've been a very difficult decision for your teacher to choose between so many excellent students."
'Yes, but I worked soooo hard. Here's the story I wrote-it was my best one ever!"
I took the wadded sheet of paper with blue lines streaked with tears and carefully read her story,
I felt so bad for her loss, This really was her best story ever!
Secretly while she caught a nap, her face flushed, worn out by the day's emotion,
I made a call to my husband for some emergency backup, which he's so good at,
Her jaw dropped as his car made an appearance in the drive way hours earlier than expected,
Her Dad ran to sweep her up in his arms, and presented her with a big bouquet,
"For Daddy's little princess," he announced with a graceful gesture and a heartfelt laugh.
Then he winked and said, "Hey, I've been thinking, I heard someone we know wrote her best story ever and deserves an award--so why don't we go out for dinner, and stop by the toy store on the way?"
"The toy store?" Nicholette was beaming and curious by now.
"Remember that jewelry box with the ballerina in mauve pink tulle you've been drooling over?"
"Yes...the one with the shiny enamel inlay and frosted glass mirror with swans on it--" And it plays the Sleeping Beauty waltz?' she gasped thrilled he thought her worthy of such a beautiful gift!
He was delighted by her excitement, never good at keeping a secret,
"I called ahead to have it gift wrapped for You."
So as we sat at dinner and feasted on Chuckie Cheese Pizza by candlelight,
Dad presented Nicholette her special 'Award'.
"Wow! This is better than the pencil holder Mrs. Wilder gave as an award at school," she tugged at the wrapping paper, careful not to crush the rosette bow",
"Jordy Cho got ripped!" Nicholette's eyes shined brilliant as starfire. Not a tear in her sky now.
This would be the moment she'd remember forever, a shining tribute to her Parent's love for her,
After an excellent dinner, Dad put on a grubby shirt, rolled up his sleeves and made his goodbyes,
"I've got to go back to work now, I promised Mr. Anders at the Toy Store I'd clean up a bit and build some new shelves for him," he winked in my direction.
"I'll have berry cobbler cooling on the counter!" I brushed his cheek with a kiss as he disappeared out the door.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
My daughter came home from the first grade one sunny Spring afternoon,
Her heart broken--inconsolable.
Glistening teardrops spilled over the rim of intensely blue eyes,
She looked so small and sad as a sob wracked her tiny frame,
"I tried as hard as I could to be the best, Mom--I wanted to win more
than anything!"
"But Jordy Cho won the prize for being the most excellent student in the first grade!"
"And do You think Jordy Cho deserved the prize?"
"Yes. he always does his homework weeks in advance, he's more than just smart, he's always nice to everyone, but I deserved a prize too."
"How many children are in Your class, Nicholette?"
"Thirty."
"And how many could win a prize?"
"Only one Mom."
"Well, when there's only one prize and thirty children alot of people who were deserving, didn't win. That must've been a very difficult decision for your teacher to choose between so many excellent students."
'Yes, but I worked soooo hard. Here's the story I wrote-it was my best one ever!"
I took the wadded sheet of paper with blue lines streaked with tears and carefully read her story,
I felt so bad for her loss, This really was her best story ever!
Secretly while she caught a nap, her face flushed, worn out by the day's emotion,
I made a call to my husband for some emergency backup, which he's so good at,
Her jaw dropped as his car made an appearance in the drive way hours earlier than expected,
Her Dad ran to sweep her up in his arms, and presented her with a big bouquet,
"For Daddy's little princess," he announced with a graceful gesture and a heartfelt laugh.
Then he winked and said, "Hey, I've been thinking, I heard someone we know wrote her best story ever and deserves an award--so why don't we go out for dinner, and stop by the toy store on the way?"
"The toy store?" Nicholette was beaming and curious by now.
"Remember that jewelry box with the ballerina in mauve pink tulle you've been drooling over?"
"Yes...the one with the shiny enamel inlay and frosted glass mirror with swans on it--" And it plays the Sleeping Beauty waltz?' she gasped thrilled he thought her worthy of such a beautiful gift!
He was delighted by her excitement, never good at keeping a secret,
"I called ahead to have it gift wrapped for You."
So as we sat at dinner and feasted on Chuckie Cheese Pizza by candlelight,
Dad presented Nicholette her special 'Award'.
"Wow! This is better than the pencil holder Mrs. Wilder gave as an award at school," she tugged at the wrapping paper, careful not to crush the rosette bow",
"Jordy Cho got ripped!" Nicholette's eyes shined brilliant as starfire. Not a tear in her sky now.
This would be the moment she'd remember forever, a shining tribute to her Parent's love for her,
After an excellent dinner, Dad put on a grubby shirt, rolled up his sleeves and made his goodbyes,
"I've got to go back to work now, I promised Mr. Anders at the Toy Store I'd clean up a bit and build some new shelves for him," he winked in my direction.
"I'll have berry cobbler cooling on the counter!" I brushed his cheek with a kiss as he disappeared out the door.
Copyright TXu 744 902
By Allyson Rose Chandler
HOLIDAY POEMS
WISHING YOU PEACE, LOVE & THE JOYS OF THE SEASON!
Heartfelt Wishes for a Holiday Season as Spectacular as You!
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO ALL!
CHRISTMAS DINNER
CHRISTMAS DINNER-A SPARKLING GATHERING OF FRIENDS AND FAMILY~
by Allyson Rose Chandler
by Allyson Rose Chandler
The elegance of shimmering white lace, and the warm glow of candles,
Add a special feeling of cordiality and warmth to our Festive Family Holiday,
With the sparkle of Grandmother’s fine china and heirloom silver,
Add a special feeling of cordiality and warmth to our Festive Family Holiday,
With the sparkle of Grandmother’s fine china and heirloom silver,
Together with a breathtaking floral arrangement that captures the warm- hearted cheer of the Season,
With slender tapered candles under sculptured hurricane glass lamps,
All tied with a graceful bow at the center of the beautiful swagged centerpiece,
With slender tapered candles under sculptured hurricane glass lamps,
All tied with a graceful bow at the center of the beautiful swagged centerpiece,
Crisp Irish linen napkins lay folded in cascading waterfall pleats,
Arranged in gleaming silver napkin rings that reflect flickering Christmas lights strobing from the boughs of a beautiful tree, The total effect creates an atmosphere of glamour and special excitement,
Arranged in gleaming silver napkin rings that reflect flickering Christmas lights strobing from the boughs of a beautiful tree, The total effect creates an atmosphere of glamour and special excitement,
Long stemmed crystal goblets are raised and toasts made all around,
As this formal gathering of family and friends share the comforting bond of closeness,
The night is accented by laughter, opulent apparel, and the occasion to share all the latest news with those we have not seen since Christmas past,
As this formal gathering of family and friends share the comforting bond of closeness,
The night is accented by laughter, opulent apparel, and the occasion to share all the latest news with those we have not seen since Christmas past,
With all the mutual work and sharing, our holiday is painted in warm shades of caring,
Before dinner there is a bread bowl filled with elegant cream cheese and spinach dip,
And beautifully arranged relish trays overflowing with crudités, stuffed mushrooms, antipasto, meat and cheese bites,
Before dinner there is a bread bowl filled with elegant cream cheese and spinach dip,
And beautifully arranged relish trays overflowing with crudités, stuffed mushrooms, antipasto, meat and cheese bites,
And a tiered crystal server with rich chocolate fudge, mini NewYork cheesecakes and candied nuts,
Each guest adds to the outpouring of food, and and abundance of chips and dips,
Each guest adds to the outpouring of food, and and abundance of chips and dips,
And homemade casseroles with mouth-watering layers of melted cheese and bread-crumb crusts,
Aunt Wilma brings the 'official' green bean bake with crunchy onion ring crumbles on top of melted cheddar cheese,
Aunt Wilma brings the 'official' green bean bake with crunchy onion ring crumbles on top of melted cheddar cheese,
And the room grows silent with admiration as the turkey is revealed roasted from the oven,
Done to a perfect golden brown, the skin crunchy and the white meat succulent and moist,
Presented gloriously on an oversized turkey platter hand painted by artisans in England,
Served with mounds of fluffy butter-whipped mashed potatoes and turkey gravy,
Done to a perfect golden brown, the skin crunchy and the white meat succulent and moist,
Presented gloriously on an oversized turkey platter hand painted by artisans in England,
Served with mounds of fluffy butter-whipped mashed potatoes and turkey gravy,
And a white corning-ware casserole piled high with fresh baked herbed stuffing with a tasty brown crust,
A different kind each year to delight and surprise the imagination!
From Aunt Clarice’s exquisite sausage stuffing,
To Dad’s impressive chestnut oyster variation that brings rave reviews each time it is served,
While Mother always makes a wonderful Sage dressing, simple yet spectacular, a classic--like her,
This is the one I will always associate with our Christmas Dinner,
A different kind each year to delight and surprise the imagination!
From Aunt Clarice’s exquisite sausage stuffing,
To Dad’s impressive chestnut oyster variation that brings rave reviews each time it is served,
While Mother always makes a wonderful Sage dressing, simple yet spectacular, a classic--like her,
This is the one I will always associate with our Christmas Dinner,
Everything is beautifully garnished with special flourishes uniquely my Mother’s,
From her shimmering cranberry sauce, with whole ripe cranberries,
To her boats of acorn squash topped with brown sugar and maple filling, so appealing and festive,
While Grandma Murphy makes an impressive Waldorf Salad with a garnish of strawberries and fresh vanilla whipped cream,
From her shimmering cranberry sauce, with whole ripe cranberries,
To her boats of acorn squash topped with brown sugar and maple filling, so appealing and festive,
While Grandma Murphy makes an impressive Waldorf Salad with a garnish of strawberries and fresh vanilla whipped cream,
The updraft from warmed plates creates a sense of anticipation and magic as the aroma of turkey and dressing mingle wondrously,
With the spicy scent of rich Pecan and classic double layered Pumpkin pies --warm from the oven,
With the spicy scent of rich Pecan and classic double layered Pumpkin pies --warm from the oven,
We all bow our heads as Uncle Glen says a prayer of thanks so eloquent that the annual Holiday prayer becomes a unique family art form,
And being chosen to share it a special sign of prestige and honor,
As we gratefully share an unforgettable Christmas with family and friends gathered hand in hand,
And being chosen to share it a special sign of prestige and honor,
As we gratefully share an unforgettable Christmas with family and friends gathered hand in hand,
Around a tree that shimmers with a glittering ribbon of wired gold-metallic, draped in cascading tiers from limb to graceful limb,
Singing Christmas carols and retelling favorite family memories from celebrations long ago,
Singing Christmas carols and retelling favorite family memories from celebrations long ago,
Flickering twinkle-lights cast an enchanted glow on children’s astonished faces,
As they stare mesmerized by the radiant scene,
Mouths smudged with chocolate fudge and Nana's truffle cream.
As they stare mesmerized by the radiant scene,
Mouths smudged with chocolate fudge and Nana's truffle cream.
--And it occurs to me as I see the Holiday reflected by the wonder in my tiny daughter’s eyes so bright and full of hope,
How much I feel heartfelt gratitude for this spectacular gathering of friends and family,
A time of treasured memories and cherished traditions that will pass from one generation to the next,
How much I feel heartfelt gratitude for this spectacular gathering of friends and family,
A time of treasured memories and cherished traditions that will pass from one generation to the next,
Like a golden thread linking our hearts and fondest remembrances with those who came before us,There is something entirely comforting about this beloved family celebration!
By Allyson Rose Chandler
© 2012 Allyson Rose Chandler
(All rights reserved)
© 2012 Allyson Rose Chandler
(All rights reserved)
Spinach Dip in a Bread Bowl Recipe Link:
http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/spinach-dip-in-a-bread-bowl
http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/spinach-dip-in-a-bread-bowl
Not Your Mother's Green Bean Casserole Link:
http://nancysrecipes.wordpress.com/2010/11/15/not-your-mothers-green-bean-casserole/
http://nancysrecipes.wordpress.com/2010/11/15/not-your-mothers-green-bean-casserole/
HOLIDAY CHEER TO ALL!
Baking Christmas Cookies
On A Snowy Eve
by Allyson Rose Chandler
On A Snowy Eve
by Allyson Rose Chandler
There’s something magical about baking cookies,
Especially at Christmastime,
The pungent sweetness of Grandmother’s pfeffernusse delights,
Dusted in powdered sugar, as wispy and soft as the gentle snow enclosing the valley floor in pristine white,
Or Aunt Clarice’s butter crisp cookies with gum drop jewels,
Sparkling gems collected eagerly by tiny hands,
That reach concealed from under the Mother’s fine linen tablecloth, when they think the adults are not looking,
The warmth of the kitchen as comforting as this special gathering of family and friends,
A bounty of baked goods to bring cheer to everyone’s Holiday Season,
And memories to cherish through a lifetime of friendships,
With warm golden loaves of Pumpkin and Zucchini Bread,
And sculptured ornaments for the tree of leftover cookie dough,
Uniquely handcrafted and painted by aspiring young artists,
Eager to show off their talent,
Then for children of all sizes from toddler to Grandpa Bob ~ the cookies,
Three dozen for each sister’s family, and three dozen for mine,
We gather around the crackling fireplace decked with garlands and bows to sing our goodnight,
With Carols that chronicle the magnificence of God’s Love for us,
Which must be at least thousands of times more radiant and wondrous than the love shared in this house tonight,
A concept I find difficult to imagine.
Especially at Christmastime,
The pungent sweetness of Grandmother’s pfeffernusse delights,
Dusted in powdered sugar, as wispy and soft as the gentle snow enclosing the valley floor in pristine white,
Or Aunt Clarice’s butter crisp cookies with gum drop jewels,
Sparkling gems collected eagerly by tiny hands,
That reach concealed from under the Mother’s fine linen tablecloth, when they think the adults are not looking,
The warmth of the kitchen as comforting as this special gathering of family and friends,
A bounty of baked goods to bring cheer to everyone’s Holiday Season,
And memories to cherish through a lifetime of friendships,
With warm golden loaves of Pumpkin and Zucchini Bread,
And sculptured ornaments for the tree of leftover cookie dough,
Uniquely handcrafted and painted by aspiring young artists,
Eager to show off their talent,
Then for children of all sizes from toddler to Grandpa Bob ~ the cookies,
Three dozen for each sister’s family, and three dozen for mine,
We gather around the crackling fireplace decked with garlands and bows to sing our goodnight,
With Carols that chronicle the magnificence of God’s Love for us,
Which must be at least thousands of times more radiant and wondrous than the love shared in this house tonight,
A concept I find difficult to imagine.
By Allyson Rose Chandler
© 2012 Allyson Rose Chandler
(All rights reserved)
© 2012 Allyson Rose Chandler
(All rights reserved)
Pfeffernussen Cookie Recipe Link:
http://www.marthastewart.com/318226/pfeffernussen
http://www.marthastewart.com/318226/pfeffernussen
Butter Crisp Cookies with Gum Drop Jewels Link:
http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/gumdrop-cookies
http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/gumdrop-cookies
Decorative Bread Dough for Bread Dough Ornaments:
http://www.cooks.com/recipe/bl6sr20o/decorative-bread-dough.html
http://www.cooks.com/recipe/bl6sr20o/decorative-bread-dough.html
3 Easy Recipes for Making Homemade Play Dough
For Kids
http://www.kiddinaround.com/pages/3-Easy-Recipes-for-Making-Homemade-Play-Dough.html
For Kids
http://www.kiddinaround.com/pages/3-Easy-Recipes-for-Making-Homemade-Play-Dough.html
WISHING YOU A HOLIDAY FILLED WITH WONDER!
My Favorite Links:
Lonnie Mackley--Washed Robes Ministries
http://lonniemackley.tripod.com/
Paul Wilbur Ministry: (Messianic Prayer & Praise)
http://www.wilburministries.com/
Glitter Graphics.com:
http://www.glitter-graphics.com/
Glitter Delight.com:
http://www.glitterdelight.com/
Starlite Café Poet's Corner.com:
http://starlitepoetry.com/
Mystic Realms - Arthurian texts:
http://www.mysticrealms.org.uk/
The Oregon Shakespeare Festival:
http://www.osfashland.org/
The Albuquerque International Balloon Festival:
http://www.balloonfiesta.com/event-info/photo-galleries
Leverage, Hardison plays Scheherazade Violin Solo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uj0UBMgR2gk
Charo performs Malagueña:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfVf7N8CJEA
Esteban Guitar Lesson - House of the Rising Sun:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpwsjkJgcPg
INSTRUMENTAL SAVINGS:
http://www.instrumentalsavings.com/Harp-Celtic-Style-s/336.htm
Open Culture:
http://www.openculture.com/freeonlinecourses
Lonnie Mackley--Washed Robes Ministries
http://lonniemackley.tripod.com/
Paul Wilbur Ministry: (Messianic Prayer & Praise)
http://www.wilburministries.com/
Glitter Graphics.com:
http://www.glitter-graphics.com/
Glitter Delight.com:
http://www.glitterdelight.com/
Starlite Café Poet's Corner.com:
http://starlitepoetry.com/
Mystic Realms - Arthurian texts:
http://www.mysticrealms.org.uk/
The Oregon Shakespeare Festival:
http://www.osfashland.org/
The Albuquerque International Balloon Festival:
http://www.balloonfiesta.com/event-info/photo-galleries
Leverage, Hardison plays Scheherazade Violin Solo:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uj0UBMgR2gk
Charo performs Malagueña:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mfVf7N8CJEA
Esteban Guitar Lesson - House of the Rising Sun:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MpwsjkJgcPg
INSTRUMENTAL SAVINGS:
http://www.instrumentalsavings.com/Harp-Celtic-Style-s/336.htm
Open Culture:
http://www.openculture.com/freeonlinecourses