Pixie Wildflower

Pixie Wildflower is my fairy name...
given to me by the fairy folk of the glen.
I never stand still, nothing stays the same...
the winged ones are my kin.

I knew them all from days of old...
when we tramped the celtic lands.
They followed everywhere I did go...
even to the ocean's sands.

They followed up the mountains
and the foothills of my life.
They watched as I became a
daughter and then became a wife.

They watch me now as I spin
the web of the coming years.
They enjoy all my laughter
and cry with all my tears.

If you don't believe, that is your loss...
but they live deep in my soul.
I knew them once as I know them again
...those tiny precious folk.

Minstrels Throughout Time

They speak to me across centuries.
They wrote their tunes under the same moon.

As I gaze into the dark of night.
I see these things with a special sight.

Their songs have survived throughout time.
To come and challenge my own mind.

My soul is touched my their past.
And the music they made will always last.

The Beauty of Song

The beauty of song can pierce the soul.
Emotions will outpour and lose control.
How can they know me
so well? I have to know.
The songs of the ages touch my soul.

"We know you, all your joys and pains.
The feelings you have
for which there is no name."
Touched by a song that speaks to my mind.
The secrets of my heart is what you will find.

A song is but the soul's own speech.
Which puts the divine almost in reach.
The language that angels speak from above.
Another gift of the Father's love.

Timeless webs woven with music and words.
Sometimes they sooth, sometimes perturbed.
Never failing to move me and enrich my soul.
Waiting for more stories to unfold.

The beauty of song is great beyond price.
To explain how I feel, no words will suffice.
I appreciate the gift that sets us apart.
The music that God puts within our heart.

Poetry © Pixie Wildflower

Robin

A faery named Robin
was feeling  blue.
Every one but her
had  a job to do.

She was sad in
her little heart.
Her sadness gave
Queen Faery a start.

"Robin!" she cried
to the fae.
"You have a task to do
today."

"There is this
nest of birds&ldots;
They're out of hand..
It's quite absurd!"

"The mother  needs help 
for  a week  or so.
Now&ldots; 
Off you go!"

Robin was glad to
Help those of her name.
It would give her a 
bit of Faery fame.

When there was another
task to do.
They would remember Robin-
loyal and true.

The Beach

If there ever was a place
where I can find peace.
Where all the negative things
in my life seem to cease.

It is this place where
the ocean waves to greet me.
The sun says hello
while shining on the sea.

The gulls sing to me
a song older than anyone knows.
The sand spreads warmth
to me from the end of my toes.

I love this place, though
it is seldom in my reach.
I cherish the times
when I am at the beach.

Any Day Now

Any day now we will go to the beach.
It's right in our reach.
Any day now.

Any day now we will be having fun.
Enjoying surf and sun.
Any day now.

We will celebrate our Lord with those we love.
We will enjoy fellowship with each other and God above.
Any day now.

Looking forward to each celebration at the beach.
Waiting patiently, for what God wants to teach.
Any day now.

And when it's over, we can look ahead again.
To that celebration of life with family and friends.
Any day now.

The Sea Shore

Down by the shore
We comb for shells and treasures.
We enjoy the ocean breeze,
Things like this can't be measured.

Sometimes when I can
Go there in my mind's eye.
I can be there most every day
If I really try.

I go there every year.
And want to go back more.
I just can't describe how happy I feel.
Being by the sea shore.


Ocean Breeze

It's a clean feeling
the wind caressing my cheek.
I wish I could be
here for more than just a week.

God's great Universe unfolds
within that shell I hold.
There is so much more to this
than can ever be told.

Dear Lord you knew my heart
when you sent me to this place.
I have peace, joy and hope
for the human race.

Is your Kingdom so tranquil
so joyful and at peace?
Is this the gift you offer us
right within our reach?

Thanks for this blessing
and my visit to the shore.
The Ocean Breeze is talking
and inviting me back for more.

This Place

The gulls are singing.
Are they calling out my name?

Welcoming me back, it's been
another year of joy and pain.

I see the ocean tides and know
that those go on the same.

I see the beach getting eroded by time
and hope it will remain.

I see the moon shining over the water
creating #733d99 streaks in the light.

I see the ships are coming in
to rest for another night.

I see the the stars twinkling
and I know that I'm alright.

This is a home away from home
that is dear to me.

The ocean breeze, the song of
the gulls, the look of a palm tree.

It makes very happy that I am at this
place that we call the sea.

The Dolphins

They sing to each other
a song of pure delight.

They don't care what time of day
it is or even if it's night.

They romp and play and
enjoy the wonderous sea.

I wish I could be more like them,
so joyful and so free.

The Artist's Paradox
(this poem was inspired by a short story by Doris Vallejo)

Sometimes the torment in an artist's mind
can shift the creativity to destructiveness.

Sometimes there exists a curse on the mind,
instead of that wonderful blessedness.

And so the pendulum swings
from one to another extreme.

It is the blessing, it is the cursing
of inner voices conversing&ldots;.

Why am I hollow when I reach my goal?
Was I happier on the journey's road?

Don't erase my pain for it is part of my soul,
From it springs forth my joy like a rose.

For a rose is perfect, but it has thorns.
The artist that dances with joy also mourns.

My creation is born and it can't be born again.
Even if I tear it down, so I can begin.

The joy of creation is past, the creation is there.
So why feel the pit of despair?

So, I start over and over again.
to fill up the hollow emptiness within.

I am filled with a joy that shall not last.
It will be gone when the creating is past.

Morning Glory

The glory of the morning comes forth each day.
You can't turn back the sun's glorious rays.

Each day comes as a gift wrapped with gold.
The colors of the flowers spring forth all so bold.

Each morning is a rainbow of nature's color palette.
We have to be thankful for each glorious day.

The Joy of Friends

Friendship is a ship upon which we like to sail.
An everlasting journey that will never fail.

The road of life we walk on is better with two or more.
We are not meant to be alone, that is what friends are for.

From the sunrise of our days to the sunset of our years.
Friends are there to laugh with us and wipe all our tears.

 
Summer Daydreams

Going on a picnic within my mind.
I am looking for those of my own kind.

To share the bountiful food of the soul.
Where the beauty of God's nature will unfold.

To look for my kindred spirits of the heart.
To find the friendships that never grow apart.

I search the world over for those like you.
To share my thoughts with and feelings so true.

 
~••ƒor Joshua••~

A child who feels pain
of physical abuse. . .
will often times
feel of no use.

Once I myself
was in that situation.
To leave it behind
is a celebration.

For Joshua and those
who suffer this pain.
I ask a blessing
in Jesus' name.

 

In honor of my best friend
Patricia Painter Shepherd
(October 6, 1960-October 24, 1996)

Friends for Eternity

Since she is gone, things will never be the same.
Part of me also died, I feel so maimed.

Like Jonathan and David, our souls were knit together.
We were always friends, no friend knew me better.

People always said "When I think of one of you, I think of the other."
There are indeed friends who stick closer than a brother.

My world seems darker, because that ray of sunshine is gone.
I wonder each day how I will ever carry on.

I know God has a plan and it's not the same for us all.
My friend must have finished her call.

She'll be in the Kingdom, this I know.
Her faith shined brighter than sun on the snow.

At the Marriage Supper of the Lamb when the Church becomes His wife.
I'll know she'll be there, because her life reflected the love of Christ.

In honor of my Mom
Margaret U. Hall
(June 24, 1925-February 1, 2008)

Remembering Mom

You were the first person to care.
You were the one who taught me to share.

You taught me that love was the foundation of all.
You picked me up every time I did fall.

You sacrificed and gave of yourself so much.
Not just to your family, other lives you did touch.

To me, a hero you are and will also be.
Without your molding, I couldn't be me.

I think many Moms have the spark of Divine.
I know it certainly was true of mine.

You carried me into the world that I see.
For you, it always ok to be me.

The me that I am is because of you.
Your love shaped me, that much is true.

I'll carry your love always in my heart.
It takes more than death to bring us apart.

You'll be part of me until I finish that race,
and we'll be reunited in that heavenly place!

 

The Me That Loves to Play

I like to rhyme.
I do it all the time.
Like when I drink wine.
It makes me feel fine.

Limericks are fun.
How my mouth loves to run.
When all is said and done.
In pursuit of a pun.

 I must be apologetic.
Because I always wax poetic.
I find poetry to be energetic.
Its power must be magnetic.

It brings to me a smile.
Like autumn leaves heaped in a pile.
Like a hike through a country mile.
Like "Must See TV"-don't touch that dial.

I need the fun every day.
It helps me as I go on my way.
And brings out the me that loves to play.
This is all I have to say.

 
Teddy Bears

Teddy Bears like to play.
Mine do-every single day.
They're there for me-come what may.
Even though they don't have much to say.

Teddy bears eat honey without leaving a trace.
You won't find no honey on a teddy bear's face.
Most of the time they stay in their place.
They'll be there for you--just in case.

They love toys as much as I.
All my toys they will give a try.
I catch them sometimes when I spy.
They will cheer me up when I need to cry.

My emotions won't stay down.
When my teddy bears are around.
They cheer me up without one sound.
And wipe away my every frown.

They sit around in their little chairs.
They like to play ball in pairs.
They help cast away all my cares.
How I love my teddy bears.


Friends

 Friends will be there in good times and bad.
Friends laugh at your jokes,
and cry when you're sad.

Sometimes they will tell you your flaws.
Sometimes they will phone you just because.

Friends will help you without any hesitation.
Friends will be there in every situation.

Sometimes they will tell things
you'd rather not hear.
Sometimes they will help you
overcome your fear.

Friends are like jewels,
a really wonderful treasure.
Friends are an asset
that can not be measured.

Sometimes they will help
you learn from your mistakes.
Sometimes they will write
you for old time sakes.

Friends are a blessing,
there is nothing to compare.
Friends are always there, showing they care.

Graphic © Pixie Wildflower| Base by Shouri

 
My Valentine
(What I wrote for Richard (Star Shadow), Valentine's of 2002)

September 28, of 1988
I first met you
September 15, 1991
my dreams came true.

All these years you
have been here.
You have given me love
and calmed my fear.

You have been
such a source of strength.
You went the distance,
it was a great length.

Our trials only strengthened
your caring for me.
I never thought such
devotion I could see.

I don't tell you enough
what is right and true.
But I mean all this
when I say "I love you."

 
Stardust
(What Richard wrote for me-Valentine's of 2002)

I look upon your beauty and think of God's mighty creations...
of mighty stars creating stardust throughout the eons
...accumulating into you at this time and space.

You radiating just as brightly
with your beauty
with your love and caring to myself
as with others...

I would have loved you then
as I love you now.
I will love you always
My love.

~~Richard McBee Holford~~


The Awakening
By Richard Holford (Star Shadow)
Valentines Day, 2003

I think of this world with its worries and stresses
as if it is a dream that I go to sleep in.
I awaken in a desert tent next to a beautiful oasis.
I watch you making a multitude of fairies,
each one knowing your secrets and telling...
Together bringing you forth out of an enchanted forest
....presenting you to me.
As oasis of love and joy...worries and stresses
to joy and elation. Love, I have awakened!

~~Richard McBee Holford~~

My Shadow

No one knows me like my Shadow.
He knows my thoughts and needs.

No one cares for me like my Shadow.
He shows it in his deeds.

No one adores me like my Shadow.
He shows such tenderness.

No one can touch me like my Shadow.
Whether with his mind or sweet caress.

No one can reach me like my Shadow.
To that corner of my mind.

No one waits for me like my Shadow.
He never leaves me behind.

No one enriches me like my Shadow.
To fulfill my wondrous life.

No one loves me like my Shadow.
I am blessed to be his wife.

Tsunami
Valentine's 2004

Precious Pixie
by Star Shadow
Valentine's 2004

You are my precious, precious Pixie

You are more precious than diamonds or gold

You are more precious than all that I know

You are everything to me

You are the most precious of all that I love.

 All Poetry © Pixie Wildflower (All rights reserved)

Love Poem 2006 to Shadow

I love you so much with all my heart.
I knew you were my love from the start.

A fae or angel must be watching over us.
Someone somewhere gave us that trust.

Happy Valentine's Day to my love!
My precious gift from God above.

Heaven's blessing in my life.
I am so proud to be your wife! 

~~Spritiual Journey~~

~*~*~

Healing Prayer

My fears taunt me.
My mind shrieks to be free.
What is causing this inside storm?
 Why so out of the norm?

Something's happening beyond comprehension.
I'm overwhelmed by so much tension.
The storm in my mind brings a deluge.
Whatever happened to my inner refuge?

Lightning is crashing, the thunder rolls.
My mind is spinning out of control.
My fears, my needs, my wants, my pain-
come crashing down like the hardest rain.

The walls are closing in.
Tiny, dark & full of sin.
Cleanse me, refresh me in my mind.
Create a new heart in me, O Divine.

I cry for mercy, for that you are.
Your love is brighter than the brightest star.
Carry me away to your light.
Let me win the race and fight the good fight.

I love you, God, though I get confused.
But your love is a gift to to those that choose.
Heal me, Heal me, make me whole.Let your light shine in my soul.

 
Soar

I wanted to touch you
to know what is true
in this life, I want more.

Than to just exist in time
with no reason or rhyme
To you, my heart implores.

When I start to pray
my spirit sails away
I lift up my wings and soar.

When I fall to my knees
your Spirit carrys me
to a place where I can soar.

I had to ask myself today
when I got on my knees to pray
How great is your love?

Your answer came to me right away
I don't have the words to say
of what comes down from above.

No one on earth can love this way
The love I receive when I pray
and seek after your face.

Your Spirit comes to carry me
to where I can be free
What is this place?
This place where I soar?

Our Hearts Cry Aloud

We don't understand all of the plan
How much can be destroyed by the will of man.
Why do we choose violence and war.
Why do we not listen when you implore
for the peace that sets souls free.

Strife and contention seems to be the natural way.
But is as useful as the blindness rage.
As useful as air within a cage.
Never a solution to the darkness of life.
Only more of the destroying spirit and strife.

Only one spirit can come and comfort me.
The true spirit of the True Son
Is the Spirit that lifts me
and helps me to soar to theological understanding.
But I won't know it all, I can't be too demanding.

Just to be thankful that I am being led in that direction.
I will find there truth and correction.
I will find there love beyond measure.
I will find there my greatest treasure.
His face will shine brighter than the Sun.

Forgiveness prayer

Painting pictures in my mind, 
I crave to see the light divine.
Cleanse my soul from stain of sin 
and let me start all over again.

Keep me from hurting those I love, 
send me your forgiveness from above.
Help me be what you desire
 and make all unpure thoughts expire.

Build my faith that is weak, 
help me find the strength I seek.
Be with me each day to guide 
and fill up the emptiness inside.

Jesus, Thank you for loving me, I
 try to return my love to thee.

 
My Reality

Too many times I walked this road by myself.
Though you were there, I put you on a shelf.

You called my name, whispered in my ear.
I turned away and refused to hear.

Like banging my head against the wall.
But you were there to capture my fall.

Now I'm awake, I see my reality.
My blindness lifted, I finally see.

You were there waiting in the wings.
Now I know the joy salvation brings.

 
Healed

My mind is spinning out of control.
Unwanted stories will unfold.

The darkness of a troubled soul.
Only a higher power can console.

I'm playing a different role.
I want to be fitted in your mold.

Please ease the pain so old.
That leaves me so dark and cold.

Cast the darkness from my soul.
Under your Spirit, I find control.

I find joy and peace with love so bold.
You healed me, healed my soul.

Divine Love

Empty people gather round...
and try to drown their pain.
They struggle with life's torments
and the pressures to stay sane.

We can all fall into the void
and suffer in our souls.
We can wait and wonder what
is next as our life unfolds.

Or we can seek the peace
that only comes from above.
The kind of peace that can only
come from God's divine love.

My Father

My Father is all I need

my troubles he will heed.

I take it all to him in prayer

He gives me the most tender care.

I praise him for his healing touch

which I have needed all so much.

 
At Easter

We are reminded every year
of a time of sorrow and tears.

That became sweet victory
for you and for me.

The life that Jesus laid down
is the life that bought my crown.

It is part of God's awesome plan
for every child, woman and man.

Thank you, Jesus for doing this for me
and setting all of us free!



Purifying Fire

I live my life while my soul sings aloud.
I feel so different than the rest of the crowd.

They don't know how restless I am.
Always yearning to understand your plan.

My emotions are not worn on my sleeve.
I only know them after they've been through the sieve.

Shifted and tossed and refined in the fire.
Molded and made by a source much higher.

He has stoked the fire that purifies me.
My soul's been released and now I'm free.


The Search

We toss and turn
within the insomnia of our minds
searching for something....

We can't be satisfied by things
or pleasures that are fleeting,
what makes our hearts sing?

Nothing in our existence
has meaning on its own.
What is our reason to be?

Only you and the
sacrifice of your love
can set our spirits free!

Lift Me Up

My Father in Heaven, understand my pain.
I want my soul to be sunny, but inside it feels like rain.

I'm having dark thoughts that I don't understand.
I need all your help, please hold me in your hand.

Fill me with your joy that I knew once before.
Lift up my Spirit, God so I can once again soar.

The King & I

He has always been there for me.
He gave me truth that set me free.
The pain of our lives he can heal.
His grace is divine & very real.

For our sins he decided to die.
Then he rose again & that is why...
To become like him, I must try.

We are friends, the King & I!

 
Prayer of Thanks

Thanks for the friendship of the brethren.
Thanks for the love we share.
Thanks for the church ever growing
showing the world they care.

Thanks for the sunshine and the rain
making our gardens grow.
Thanks for the greatest gift you gave
and that the world could ever know.

 
Fences

I surround myself with fences,
erect all the defenses.
Sometimes life hurts so much.

I hide within my self,
put my feelings on the shelf.
Waiting for divine touch.

My soul cries out
but aloud I can not shout.
It is within my soul.

The peace I desire,
of which I never tire
in what was foretold.

I found your endless love,
by setting my sights above.
That couldn't be wrong.

My prayers answered personally,
I opened my eyes to finally see.
It was there all along.

March Gives Way to April

As March winds give way to April showers

the flowers dance in the yard.

Lo here comes a little pixie

singing songs and telling tales like a bard.

Birds sing as they bathe in the cool water

puddles on the ground.

Everywhere you listen, you will hear

all of Spring's beautiful sounds. 

Happy April

April Showers bring May flowers

and Spring brings new life

May your Spring be full of peace

and totally absent of strife! 

Bouquets of Balloons

Friends are like
bouquets of blooms.

They cheer you up
and lift the gloom.

Friends are like
a warm spring day.

You want to feel
the sun's warm ray.

Friends are like
a warm cup of tea.

I savor the warmth
inside of me! 

Four poems that I contributed along with the art work for Christina Davis' book "Faeries through the Seasons"

Blossoms of Spring

Blossoms are blooming forth

giving me a thrill.

I thought a saw a tiny fae

dancing up the hill.

The daffodils dance

in the spring breeze.

The dogwood blossoms

spring forth on the trees.

What was that I saw

in that clover mound?

I tried to sneak over

without making a sound.

Quick as lightning,

the creature flew.

Which caused me to

know that it is true.

The faes are there

with their tiny wings.

Enjoying each blossom

of Spring.

Summer Rain

The rain falls down

on a hot July day.

I want to take a walk-

it won't keep me away.

I tramp through the meadow

over hill and mound.

Then I come to a halt

when I hear a wonderous song.

Down by the stream, sweet

voices start to sing.

I see wee maidens

dancing in a ring.

Tis washday for the

little tiny folk.

They washed their stockings,

their corsets and don't forget their cloaks.

They will take back home

their newly clean attire.

And dry it warm and crisp

by a faery fire.

I go away with a smile

upon my rain soaked face.

I felt so blessed

to stumble on this place.

The next time it rains

remember, this I pray.

It is the time of the

Faery Washing Day!

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are falling,

a splash of color on the ground.

It is a sign to be that

the fair folk will be around.

There are red leaves and there

are gold leaves to make tiny skirts.

There are plenty of fallen leaves

to make tiny shirts.

I see the wee folk come

and gather their share of the loot.

I was walking the other day

and saw a tiny boot.

I put it on a stone

so when the owner came by.

It would be in sight and not buried

in the pile of leaves so high!

I sigh as I walk through the trees

and feel the autumn sun.

It's times like this that I feel

with all creation, we are one.

As the sun sets upon the sky

and the air begins to chill.

I hear fainting singing and dancing

on the faery hill.

Twinkles Lights

I love my neighbor's twinkle lights

that dance across his lawn.

I can't wait each year for winter's eve

for when he cuts them on.

I told him how much I loved

his beautiful twinkle lights.

He said, "My dear, I have no idea

what is in your sight!"

For he told me that he didn't own

not one single twinkle light.

That would be enough

to give someone a fright.

But now I know what I see

each year at winter's eve.

And I know that you know too...

that is if you believe. 

 Poetry © Pixie Wildflower and Star Shadow

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