Wake Me Up

A poetic verse for you.

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Wake me up,
In the light.
Heal my spirit,
Into the night.
The sun will rise,
The curtain unveils.
Life beyond the window,
Of fables and tales.
Tell me a story,
Keep it real.
Baby steps of truth,
Happiness I feel.

 

by Clarabelle

 

Who is She?…. She is me!!

Be Brave

Sometimes you just have to be brave in the darkest night…..when challenges keep coming….this is your time to be strong, this is your opportunity to shine.  I wrote this poem (below) a few weeks ago…..reflecting, thinking…..putting my self-belief to the test.  I can do it, YOU can do it, WE WILL DO IT!! Here is an original poem from me to YOU.  Just believe……BELIEVE IN YOU.

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Who is She?….She is me!!

Sometimes she’s scared,
in the darkest night.
Trembling for hope,
seeking the light.

Questions run riot,
in her mind.
What is she doing?
What will she find?

I think I know her,
I’ve felt her before.
Wrapped in the secrets,
She don’t dare explore.

But I see she is brave,
fighting her war.
Doing her own thing,
What’s it all for?

Her spirit is high,
unusually so.
Because she wins every battle,
Tough tests when she’s low.

I see she is grateful,
in the now.
When all seems lost,
she doesn’t ask how.

For her desires are stronger,
than the fear she feels.
She knows she can win,
positive belief heals.

So she shares her story,
because all can relate.
She frees her happy spirit,
and dances through the gate.

By Clarabelle, 27 January 2014

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The Child in Me

I was visiting my mum tonight and we went out a walk, which made me reminisce of my wonderful childhood days.  This next poem is inspired by just that.

Clarabelle and Leanne
Clarabelle (Age 10) and; Sister Leanne (Age 5)

The Child in Me

The Child in Me,
Smiles inside.

Sunny days,
And stars that guide.

Love and laughter,
All the way.

Falling down,
Back up the same day.

The Child in Me,
Has never grown old.

She sings and dances,
And plays in the cold.

She lives with heart,
She lives with joy.

An empty box,
Is her creative toy.

The Child in Me,
Is always there.

A warm friendly hug,
And a midnight prayer.

She is invincible,
With starry eyes.

She dreams of playing,
Beyond the skies.

The Child in Me,
Is present now.

I let her be free,
She takes a bow.

Happy in this moment,
Happy to be alive.

I maybe older now,
But I still feel like five.

Created by Clarabelle, 11 November 2013

Clarabelle and her Brother
A Young Clarabelle with her brother Stephen

Sweet Balmaha Bay

Scotland has the most beautiful scenery, I am so grateful to be living here.  This next poem is inspired by my visit last year to Balmaha, Scotland (photo below) on a frosty winter’s day.  This magical little beauty spot left me with a diamond experience.  If you ever come to Scotland, this place is certainly worth a visit, you’ll never forget it.  Wishing you  a diamond day, lots of love Clarabelle.

Balmaha, Scotland
A Winter’s Day in Balmaha, Scotland

Sweet Balmaha Bay

Balmaha, an inspiring place,
Oh how I love, your beautiful face.
The silent lake, speaks many words,
A magical paradise, beneath the flight of birds.
My soul’s at home, when I visit you,
I feel at one, below the sky so blue.
As I tie a yellow ribbon, around the old oak tree,
I appreciate your world, for all to see.
The air is clean, fresh and new,
The shimmering sunlight, makes a stunning view.
And the many boats, who sail in leisure,
Uplifting spirits, you provide great pleasure.
In hail or rain, sunshine or snow,
Your tranquil beauty, will always show.
For the depths of your heart, are in everyone,
Sweet Balmaha Bay under the horizon sun.

poemsbyclarabelle, 1 April 2011

Balmaha, Scotland
Balmaha, Scotland, January 2011

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To Rekindle A Heart

Meaningful relationships hold a special place in your heart, sometimes they last forever, sometimes we allow the pressures of life to stretch the bond so far that it breaks. I believe however, that the invisible connection that first brought these human souls together will never die.  Where there is real love, there is a way, often a different way. What happens next may take you on a spectacular journey of hope, mystery and magical bliss – dare you risk it?. . . . maybe yes or maybe no – this potentially rekindled love is indeed your life choice.  I dedicate this next poem to the joining of two hearts that are just meant to be together.  And even if none of this makes sense to you, the heartfelt message I am conveying is:  May serendipity prevail.  Lots of love Clarabelle.

 To Rekindle A Heart

Just, when I see you there

I take a step, I feel your stare

My soul is taken, to another place

My eyes fill up, as I see your face

For love was present, there one time

We laughed, we danced, we joked in rhyme

An unbreakable bond, we once had

I’m glad ‘we’ happened, I am not sad

These emotions are like clouds, they drift away

But then the lightning strikes, are they here to stay?

To rekindle a heart, to fuel the fire

Is a mixture of sensations, a dream desire

Where hope did live, I knocked on the door

Confusion set in, as I reached out for more

Then you let go, the butterfly did flutter

Stages of healing, rose me up from the gutter

This deep lesson now lives, inside of me

Its wisdom now shared, welcome serendipity

Smile in the moment, sing in the sun

Play in the puddles, for true love is fun

Treasure the knowing and heartfelt forgiving

Choose to be happy, life is for living

poemsbyclarabelle, 20 July 2012