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Sparkling Nature

 

Terri Calumet, MI Feb 1995a

Moments fled into years like blurs, 
capturing my inspiration. 
Reality echoed with spurs, 
while issuing isolation. 
Would words build rising tall mountains, 
or tumble boulders like curtains? 
 
Honor creates sparkling nature, 
nurturing completed structures. 
Conversation’s sparkling nature 
empowers society’s lures. 
 
Twilight enables dreamers’ minds 
occupying catches in time. 
Deserters stumble into find 
that poets relinquish close rhyme. 
Could disciples chant destiny, 
fulfilling their every need? 
 
Adoration’s sparkling nature 
endures for twinkling composures. 
Faithful instant sparkling nature 
ensues through crippled enclosures. 
 
Monsters live within writers’ souls 
stealing in imagination. 
Surviving into story tolls 
that moves ample situation. 
Should fairies conjure purity 
impeding with impunity? 
 
Dancing drums and sparkling natures 
apprehend rhythms’ disclosures. 
Vibrating floors’ sparkling nature 
simulate Earth’s prepared orders. 
 
Education surmounts the odds 
encompassing temperament. 
Savior beget planning jobs 
inviting blatant competence. 
Can creation hold patience more? 
A new follower opens doors. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
 
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Sparkling Promise

Terri & Sam Jan 1991e

 

Ill, as the day was long, sadly, 
persisted for months, and daily. 
To live it again, I’d gladly, 
and maybe a little, greatly. 
 
Erupting with sparkling promise, 
she flitted into life’s repose. 
Crying inside sparkling promise, 
I found faith for lost one’s, disposed. 
 
Insatiable hungers demand 
what curiosity sated, 
by knowledge fed and remanded 
to promises once more stated. 
 
Growing with this sparkling promise, 
she devoured tomes and histories. 
Comprehension’s sparkling promise, 
developed the love in stories. 
 
Moving into new realms and dreams, 
imagination grew beyond. 
Changing happiness into reams, 
the books grew feathers and talons. 
 
Starlight twinkles sparkling promise, 
into universes’ matter. 
Quantum leaps of sparkling promise, 
relate moments that now scatter. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
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Sparkling Serendipity

Jim & Terri 13 May 1989

 

Discovered at my lowest point in life 
grasping future fates until distended. 
Loss became eternal, family strife, 
while pain endured still unrecommended. 
 
Sparkling serendipity uncovered 
my happiness conjoined and recovered. 
Sparkling serendipity just happened, 
between losses, souls somehow lived, dampened. 
 
Could this light which ignited that moment 
shield me from my heart shorn, torn, and broken? 
Could memories of lifetimes not recent 
build me knowledge of magical tokens? 
 
Remember sparkling serendipity; 
glitters in fae-like creativity. 
Sparkling serendipity my selection, 
enchanted in circles of recollection. 
 
Kindled flames from damaged, slivered lives 
building in segments of true devotion. 
Friendship fanning dreams, while ambition strives, 
constructing skyscrapers of emotions. 
 
Sparkling serendipity moves to tears.
Growing stronger wonderful, with new years. 
Sparkling serendipity heaven-sent, 
like angels sparkling with iridescence. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
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Sparkling Sorrow

Terri Grad portrait Fall 1985

 

Painting pictures in moments seldom seen, 
imagination held no pocket seams. 
Pitched into friendships, that slipped far away; 
drifting palely like wood, pitched into trays. 
 
Sparkling sorrow like star shine viewed aloft, 
bully’s emotions never held so soft. 
Sparkling sorrow in death’s kind overtures; 
clueless speech fought for extended tenure. 
 
Tempted by fate for lack of better words; 
wishing and dreaming would be so absurd. 
Singing and dancing like so many youths, 
in denial of the honest, lost truths. 
 
Sparkling sorrow built on death’s real sadness, 
faithful happenings in between gladness. 
Sparkling sorrow created depression 
among realities in recessions. 
 
Driven by love, blindly following codes, 
awaiting love’s embraces to enfold. 
Doing what’s right for family and home, 
I resided in fantastic life goals. 
 
Sparkling sorrow and failure’s lone sad songs, 
forbade unanswered prayers all along. 
Sparkling sorrow at promises found new, 
I trudged forward constantly, continued. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
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Sparkling Joy

Terri's 10th b-day 28 Jan 1978

 

 

Dreaming of days in the woods, 
I felt so misunderstood. 
Being me didn’t matter, 
for those climbers on ladders. 
 
Life gifted with sparkling joy, 
as daydreams moved in moments. 
Simulating sparkling joy, 
my life began its torments. 
 
Birds sang beautiful songs, 
me wishing to sing along. 
Clouds drifted along the skies, 
days paused for bright sunrises. 
 
Musing in my sparkling joy, 
life glimmered brilliant shades. 
Suggesting sparkling joy, 
distance grew without a haze. 
 
Nature granted appearance 
to greater gifts unbeknownst. 
Singing and dancing to now 
life belonged without owed vows. 
 
Innocence in sparkling joy, 
grows long in dimmed distances. 
Childhood gone with sparkling joy, 
emotions view instances. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
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Sparkling New

Terri Jul 1968b

 

Here I come birthed of the blue, 
almost strangled and imbued. 
Healthy until we made moves, 
wishing happiness to continue. 
 
Strawberry blonde, sparkling new, 
Washington was but a hue. 
Tiny at first, sparkling new 
I fought for life’s retinue. 
 
Daydreaming and listening, 
my mind grew wide glistening. 
Knowing myself, hastening 
I lived for understanding. 
 
Fair of hair and sparkling new, 
the verses fit slanted rhymes. 
Clear of vision, sparkling new, 
love was my only design. 
 
Sing to me in your meter, 
words slide along so neater. 
Cadences perked my new ears 
giggling I memorized here. 
 
Fill my mind, now sparkling new, 
with sound communications. 
Like music, sung sparkling new, 
memories stir in stations. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
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Rescue Cry

Speed Star 1.1450383  00

 

The words escape their blunt meaning, 
while my mind sounds loudly screaming. 
Spill it now; communication 
lends for the blank reputation. 
 
Rescue gothic girls in distress 
you’ve assumed caused the grisly mess. 
Rescue damsels weeping broken 
near windows grasping love’s tokens. 
 
Cry to unyielding stars above, 
that rotate soundlessly tonight. 
Cry to heroes who rescue doves, 
through triumphs of truth, love, and right. 
 
Flowers bloom unwittingly bright, 
colorful in spring’s one delight. 
Fluttering delicate on wind, 
petals dance alone and tailspin. 
 
Rescue purity before crushed; 
the world listens, already hushed. 
Rescue beauty aesthetic’s muse, 
allowing not one more excuse. 
 
Cry for Nature’s opened, deaf ears; 
her children ask her sincerely. 
Cry for reality arrears, 
before death stops humanity. 
 
T.M. Prada 
Copyright © 2014 
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