-keepamericaheard-

Today brings promising hope and prosperity to those who made dreams into reality,
never doubt your capabilities, and growth in life; excel in a lifetime...
For tomorrow will bring Youth, and surrealism amongst those who brought change...
While the shadow may seem to be dark, look into the mirror, and believe...

©MariaCatania 

2013' -Landslide-

Will 2morro bring us Sunshine or rain,
Will the weather cloud my judgment of the overview of days surpassed...
Only those that choose to go forthright, shall over come any weather they may whether...
See the light in her eyes of gazing skies cross her path,
Moon so full, like love through veins of heart ...

When I look to the sky,
I see a beautiful butterfly...
Flying as free as it can be,
My wish someday, is to be as free that way...

Ripples caress the water,
stoned with waves across the shore...
Another tide has washed away, the day of current... 
 

Editors Choice award 1997', How I feel-

I want to sit by the sea, smell the salt air
through the whispering winds. Listen to the waves
collide against the current. Another tide as washed up
the shells of colors, that reflect with the sun's ray of
beauty. The sand of velvet that sits beneath my feet,
like soft rose pedals. Shed my tears, like rain spreads
through the open fields of nature that covers our survival.
Freedom of great wide open waters never ending. When a flower
blooms, like a baby is born that's brought into life,
unknowing what to expect. Let us drain the poverty of those
that weep in the alley's of desperation. The wisdom of the
wise, revive the weak. Bitterness in the eye's of a cold
shallow heart, that bleeds with thorns of pain on an
open wound. Seek those that are troubled, but be aware
of those recovering. Appearance is like an image in the mirror
of defiance, a reaction of negativity of an illusion, that we
think appears. A dream that wishes to be real, but only an image
of life unlived. As a team we conquer, distance becomes a
separation from a world lived apart. The memories don't seem to
fade, they just grow older as we hold on to them.

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Editor's Choice Award 2000 -Savannah Moon- poetry.com

Morning arrives, fawns with there noses perched upon the greenery.
The temperature had dropped.
A flame had set the room with a warm and cozy atmosphere.
The three had started the makings of a perfect day.
Laughter and tears had filled the rooms of the house.
As she stood still for a moment,
she brushed off the tears from her face.
She shared to be blissfully happy.
She paused to catch her breath,
as she continued with a river of tears flowing from her eyes.
The two gentlemen listened with concern.
"This feels kind of nice, to be this happy".
"Its to good to be true, she said".
And it was.
A smile had come across their faces,
with tears of joy in their eyes,
and look of at ease.
Emerald skies and a glorious moon had filled the night,
with a hint of jasmine in the air.

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Editors Choice Award 2003, -Rider of the Storm- poetry.com

The orientation of life blooms with birth, detours
with cycles of turmoil, which journeys off to a new beginning.
A flower blooms with such color, like the arc of a rainbow.
Can you see the colors that light the way
to the beauty of a soul?
In life, we see all the colors that make up a day
and bring on the night.
As stricken as I was in life,
my life was very limited with those to trust.
I sometimes stand in the center and watch everyone around me,
then again, I step out to look in, to hear the sorrows that fill
my eyes with tears, from the storm that lie's within my heart.
Fear is what I keep inside and tears are what I try to hide.
Observe the vicious circle of people who have betrayed
one another, yet beg for an approval from either one.
Play and feed off the good to nurture your arrogance,
like a cold, shallow heart that bleeds with thorns of pain.
Seek those that lurk in alleys of desperation,
and see the color of gray.
Knock the weak, but be aware of those recovering.
Separation comes from a world lived apart,
like a country in ruin.

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Editors Choice award 2005 -The Worth of a Smile- poetry.com

A long road of hope and war awaits for our heroic soldiers.
As the days get older, a letter sent from afar,
With encouragement of bravery, supports our fellow man.
The look of a smile emerges with tears of joy,
While reading the words of faith and prayer,
From an angel looking over their shoulders.
Carrying the weight of the sun, suited with armor,
A soldier shares amongst his Troops.
"Be strong and forthright", wisdom and faith will guide you through tomorrow.
A letter of hope touched many hearts.
Thank you for sharing the gift of a smile,
while we are a world apart.
Words of inspiration is the true worth of a smile.
Maria Catania

~keepamericaheard~

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