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My first entry will be a poem I wrote a long time ago but is still my favorite:

My life

Life’s little moments grow,

How I don’t know.

Out of bits of this and pieces of that perhaps!

I want to sow and I want to grow,

All the little seeds of my life,

Pull the weeds and till the soil

And in the fall reap the harvest once sowed.

Treasures past and moments gone,

Like rivers flowing to the sea,

Become one with God’s great eternity.

The sun arises and sets each day,

And my life begins and ends that way.

To light my life with living full

and leave but not a deed undone,

that is my quest,

and not to miss this moment lest,

It leaves my life with emptiness

That is why, these moments with you I treasure,

For soon they will be gone,

with the flick of a feather.

Would that I could hold them close to me,

Clutch them tightly to my breast,

But alas, I can only hold them forever,

Resting in my memory.

Dianed101, 1985

Journey’s begun, path’s explored;

Directions taken, never before.

Forbidden zones, opened the doors;

Stellar worlds now explored.

Space and time, slightly benign;

Points reached that are divine.

Endless summers, storm clouds brewing;

Pots aflame, with life stewing.

All is sublime, call it thine;

As Thou goes marching all through time.

Twix and tween, you are supreme;

But Darling dear, it’s all a dream!

Diane101, 1980’s

(This poem was given to me in channeling by Seth in answer to my many questions.)

In the sands of time, or the dusts of infinity, two particles stood,

Anchored in the earth of reality, covered with the unforgiving hood.

Lost in the questions of eternity, the answers of the ages,

Endlessly turning, turning the pages

Trying to find the answers evading

Trying to read into each word the shading.

Look at me each particle said,

Do I not have the greatest reason to dread

The answer.

And the spirits heard and laughed with mirth

For ‘they’ did not at all realize their worth.

What must we do, what must we say,

To make them realize they were OK.

Should we stand behind them and make their every move,

Or should we do what we behoove.

We made our choice, question us nought,

For this right we have often fought.

Stand now you two, erect and tall

Because soon you shall know the very all.

Forgive us this rhyming,

forgive us this timeing

Forgive.