Elizabeth's Poetry Haven

Poems of a light-hearted, fun and fantasy nature.

 

THE ASCENSION OF RUPERT BEAR

Rupert woke up today
aware of his true nature
and being fully enlightened
he ascended into the magic of life
beyond the past and future
into the here and now
a constant yet ever-changing image
and forever the patron saint
of child-like joy and laughter
and in his christ-like awareness
resurrected he is -
his love rippling out to all
aware that his shining light
ever cosmically expanding
as the infinite unlimitedness
of All There Is
One, supremely and naturally
being Rupert Bear, IAM

©Elizabeth A Feisst 2008
All rights reserved

 

CLOUDED LOVE

Two heart-shaped clouds
so cute were they
all coy and shy
but come what may

as sailing through
the jet-stream high
on zephyr winds
they each did sigh

if only they could
be as one
as love did call
since time begun

and sure enough
the wind grew strong
these little clouds
they flew along

in skies on high
they soon did find
their wish come true
for from behind

the wind did merge
these two lovebirds
and from their heart
one heard these words

"oh little cloud
I see we're one
our heart-felt love
since time begun

has given us
our hearts' desire
to be as one -
a heart of fire"

much bigger now
for two as one
a loving cloud
beneath the sun

©Elizabeth A Feisst 3 May 2006
All rights reserved

 

DISK CLEANSE

Let's clean up our hard drive
And make room for peace
Remove all the past files
Let love now release

Let's cleanse to the heart
And thoughts let's make pure
A regular disk cleanse
There's nothing more truer

Remove all the cookies
And temporary files
More space on one's hard drive
For filling with smiles

After a disk cleanse
A scan disk now run
Repairs damaged feelings
New life now begun

Following a scan disk
A defrag's now right
Restoring one's hard drive
To perfect delight

No files of the future
The past cleansed away
The present so joyful
A wondrous day

Keep running the scan disk
And disk cleanser too
Finish with defrag
Maintain pure you

©Elizabeth A Feisst 15 February 2006

 

BUILDING CASTLES

Building castles
In the air
Brings joy to hearts,
Dispels despair
Dreaming dreams
And scheming schemes
Keeps life alive
Indeed repairs

Continue building
Day by day
Until the dreams
Are on display
Forward moving
Ever grooving
Dancing ever
Come what may

Whatever dream
Is on your heart
Never let
From you it part
Love yourself
The magic elf
Creating life
A joyful art

Hope's what keeps
The dream alive
Anticipation
Always strive
Persevere
Always steer
New day dawns
At last arrived

Building castles
In the air
Brings joy to hearts,
Dispels despair
Dreaming dreams
And scheming schemes
Keeps life alive
Indeed repairs

© Elizabeth A Feisst 15 November 2005

 

SIT BACK, RELAX

Sit back, relax
Enjoy the ride
Let fun be had
No longer hide

Lots of loving
Lots of laughs
Lets be happy
On all behalf

The ride of life
Can be a pain
But with a smile
Let's love again

Choice is there
For all to see
Childlike joy
Reality

Relax and be
A smiling fount
Go run and jump
Or climb a mount

No matter how
You feel inside
Sit back, relax
Enjoy the ride

© Elizabeth A Feisst 10 November 2005

 

SHORTCUT TO TEMPORARY FILES

There is on my desktop an icon
Which purges and cleanses machines
A shortcut to temporary files
This worker it gleans as it cleans

Like memories of past that are filed
Some forgotten o'er passage of time
Concern then for loss of our memories?
Please don't be, the present's sublime !

For into the present we're coming
Kicking and screaming we are
'Cos to be in a state of All Oneness
The past is forgotten by far

Our icon to temporary files
Is really the switch to forgive
Forget and then to release
We then find the process to live

No worries the loss of our memory
This process it brings us to Now
As we live more and more in the present
The obsolete past we less know

So the shortcut to temporary files
Symbolic of purging the mind
Of past to make room for the present
So click, cleanse the past, now can't find

So smile at this realisation
For moving on into the Now
One sees that the present is real
And to boot there is magic and how

A smile and a wave at the memories
Is therapy good but don't hold
But click on the icon to cleanse you
Then as memories leave so be bold

The past is so full of nostalgia
Yet present is better by far
The shortcut to temporary files
So click, cleanse the past, now you are

© Elizabeth A Feisst 9 November 2005

 

AN ODE TO SLOW

Slow, slow, slow
This is the way to go
The hare he found
The tortoise round
Did win the race, ho-ho

Slow, slow, slow
The rising sun does glow
It smiles all day
And shows the way
Across the sky does go

Slow, slow, slow
The river it does flow
From source to sea
No need to flee
So like the river, flow

Slow, slow, slow
The gentle breeze does blow
Its whispers care
Indeed do share
The mood of gentle  flow

Slow, slow, slow
The silence of the snow
The carpet white
Is pure and bright
Wisdom in the know

© Elizabeth A Feisst 24 October 2005

 

A FISH

How would you feel
If a fish you were real
A swimmer of life you would be
You'd slip and  you'd slide
You'd flip and you'd glide
As you found your way down to the sea

Then comes the day
When come what may
Checking out life in the deep
I am sure you would find
Some more of like kind
And together you'd play hide and peep

The life as a fish
Would become quite a dish
If not careful you'd get caught on a hook
And be covered in batter
In the deep fryer splatter
See the glee in the eye of the cook

Instead you could try
To learn how to fly
For I know that this can be done
Mariner's do share
Their stories with flare
Of flying fish enjoying such fun

So fish have a life
With a mixture of strife
For they are the prey of the shark
Yet to be in the depths
One can  become quite adept
And swimming can be such a lark

A fish can be happy
So come on my chappie(s)
Enjoy the view from the fish
The deeper you go
The view it doth show
You can flow as ever you wish

©Elizabeth A Feisst 25 August 2005

 

BIRTHDAY CELEBRATIONS

On a wing and a prayer we arrive
Sweet babes in Mum's arms we're alive
The day of our birth
Is our entrance to earth
From then to the end we do strive

But then who said life was a breeze?
It should be I think as I sneeze
Another year passes
Should be wearing glasses
Good gracious, I'll take life with ease

A birthday is just round the bend
I'm certainly not near the end
There's still so much fun
To be had on the run
No more will I live to pretend

I'm happy and joyfully me
I'm here so all can now see
I'm now gonna celebrate
As life is just first rate
The rest of my birthdays are free

So folks let's mature with grace
Let's be kind in each other's face
The years as they go
Get faster not slow
A birthday each day - it is ace !

© Elizabeth A Feisst 24 June 2005

  

 

BUTTERFLY CHASE

Butterfly chase - so tempting

Enjoyable time pre-empting

A time when we realise

The need for to actualise

The butterfly's wings

Within us which sing

Music's sweet touch

Gentleness such

The chase - 'tis now over

I'm ever in clover

A'fluttering there

And everywhere

© Elizabeth A Feisst 11 June 2005

 

THE RAINBOW BRIDGE

Childlike memories of magical moments
Gold pots at rainbow's end
Imagined place of unlimitedness
Is the rainbow only pretend?

A magic land of lullabies
Across this mystical way
Beyond the clouds dreams come true
Let's wake up to another day. 

Colourful bridge of beautiful light
Red and yellow and blue
Climbs up, over and down again
Giving a glorious hue.

Indigo, violet, orange and green
Sparkling joyful essence
Spreading reflection everywhere
Beautiful effervescence.

Bridge of wonder on which to walk
Climbing such great heights
Where one has never been before
A place of golden lights.

Atop the rainbow bridge one finds
A joy that one can't hide
Like birds of flight,freedom bound
To see the other side.

No longer clouds but rainbow hue
Forever shining sun
No trouble in this magic land
So cross the bridge for fun

A child's delight, a rainbow bridge
Brings joy a bubbling over
Lets walk the bridge to Neverland
To find the four leaf clover.

(c) Elizabeth A Feisst 29 April 2005

 

THE JETSKI IN THE SKY

What fun and laughter there is for me

To ride the waves of space

On my jetski so fast up there in the sky

It's such a wonderful place

I see everything as I zoom on by

The earth, the planets, the stars,

Goodness, I see such a beautiful site

Of the glorious planet of Mars

The daylight rides up there in space

Are also such great fun

For there beside me all the way

Is the warmth of the shining sun.

The jetski takes me everywhere

There is nothing at all between us

But Jupiter, Neptune, Earth and Moon

And the beautiful planet of Venus

I zip and zap each place I go

With wonderful ribbons of love

Green stars here and blue ones there

So joyous when viewed from above

A smile on my face as I ride the waves

As each night turns to day

More zipping and zapping of love I share

Throughout the Milky Way

My jetski and I have a wonderful time

Enjoying the beauty of space

The beautiful stars all shining bright

Its such a wonderful place.

I play and I sing as I ride along

Going from here to there

Zooming as far as I can go

With never a blooming care.

Like a child on the wing I enjoy the flight

Which my jetski so joyously gives

I laugh out loud with a joyous ring

My heart so light that it lives.

Up there in the sky each night and day

I zoom around on my ski

The playground of space so happily

Is such a wonder to me.

(c) Elizabeth A Feisst 4 April 2005

 

THE ROCK AT THE SLOC

I went to the Sloc and sat on a rock

To view the Mountains of Mourne

As I looked over a four-leafed clover

Looked back at me so forlorn.

"What's wrong dear clover, why do you look over

At me with your face so forlorn

You're sitting right under a beautiful wonder

That are the Mountains of Mourne."

The clover all green, its envy was seen

At me sitting there on my rock

"Can I come over," said the four-leafed clover,

"And join you up there at the Sloc."

"You're welcome dear clover to come on over

And join me up here on my rock"

So over he came, no need of a plane

And together we were at the Sloc.

"Whenever I can I'll come over to Mann

And meet you up here at the Sloc.

Together we'll view the heavenly hue

Of the Mountains of Mourne from your rock."

It came time for clover to return back over

To the Mountains of Mourne whence he came

As I sat on my rock down there at the Sloc

In deepest of thought came the rain.

My time at the Sloc, up there on my rock

Was fun, yet I'm not deluded

I must leave my rock, down here at the Sloc

My day in the open concluded.

c) Elizabeth A Feisst 3 April 2005

Brief Explanation: The Sloc is near a coastal footpath on the south-west coast of the Isle of Man where I live, from which one can, on a fine day, view Ireland.  The Mountains of Mourne are on the north-east coast of Northern Ireland.

 

LAUGHLIN

Laughlin is

A friend so dear,

So many times

I feel him near

Yet oft I do

Not notice him

For much I do

Out on a limb

It's time I give

To him his dues

He is such fun

He has the clues

To make my life

So full of fun

He is within

He's like the sun.

I set him free

To pave the way

For lots of laughs

Throughout the day

He is so light

He is such joy

He is my friend

To him, ahoy

Together we go

Upon our path

To share our joy

To share a laugh

There's jokes, there's pranks

There's simple pleasure

So many ways

Enjoying leisure.

Laughing, singing

Having fun

Laughlin is

So like the sun

Warm and happy

Joyous too

Free to give

Such fun to you.

(c) Elizabeth A Feisst February 2005