Home...a poem and photo

Home
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Looking at me with a tear in his eye,

"Beautiful, isn't it?" he so cried.

With inward breath

I took in the view

A place of antiquity

A place now new.

Our home we had found

Home in which we were to slumber

Home with beautiful sunrise

Home with plenty of food in numbers.

For you see this home,

This beauty to behold

Was of the Earth

Not of stone.

The land was free

The red woods grew tall

This Earth,

This land,

Was free for us all.

I could not help

As I stood in this place,

To thank our Creator

For the loving grace.

The purity

And the love

That was shown

To the human race.

Example...a poem

"Do not wait for leaders;

do it alone, person-to-person."

- Mother Teresa (Albanian nun, 1910-1997)

Example
By Michelle R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf
Humbly she walked
Among the diseased
The wretched
The untouchables.


She walked
Talked
Fed
And prayed.

She made a difference
To the one
To the hundreds
To the thousands.

Is it in me?
That one lone person
To stand up
For humanity.

Is it in me?
To speak
For the hungry
For the dying
For the homeless
For peace?

Is her example in me?
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Innocence...a poem

Innocence
By: Michelle R. aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Magical mysteries
Of a life once held.

Encapsulated
Within
Time
And space.

Marveling
In the Memories
Of time
Now lost.

But
Enthroned
In beauty of the mind
Of innocence.

My Husband's Pet... a poem

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Animals are such agreeable friends –

they ask no questions, they pass no criticisms.

~ George Eliot

English novelist (1819 - 1880)

                              BONUS QUESTION: What was George Eliot’s real name?

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My Husband's Pet
By:Michelle R...aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

My husband has a pet
He really is quite big
He tries to give him baths
But all his pet wants to do is dig.

His pet has torn up my carpets
And ate the curtains too
His pet wakes the neighbors
What is a wife to do?

My husband loves his pet
Which makes him quite giddy
But if he does not do something soon
To clean up all the mess
My husband may find himself sleeping on the sofa
So I can get some rest!

My Darling...a poem

My Darling
By Michelle R...Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

He is the one who loves Star Trek
And loves to drive me crazy 
But without him
I probably would
Be pushing up some daisies.

He is my darling
The one I met on line
To live my new found life 
And leave the old behind.
I suppose it is a no brain-er
Of whom he really is
He makes me laugh
He makes me smile
He is..
My best friend.

I love you and always want you to live "long and prosperous".

Magic...a poem to my husband

Magic ...dedicated to my husband, Mark
By Michelle R...aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

Magical words poured across
Your lips,
Fate
had come to knock
On the door of our lives.

Our eyes met
And we knew
That we would spend our life
Together.

Our song
Was played
And something
Was in the air.

I melted
In to a million pieces
As you held me
In your arms.

Love
Has won.

Perfect...a story (WARNING...FOR MATURE AUDIENCE)

Perfect
By: Michelle R., aka Naila Moon of the Grey Wolf

She was perfect for him.
Just the right size and oh, so hot!
Oh yes, definitely hot!
She was proportionately sized, tall but not too tall.
Her slender features were just perfect for holding and loving.
She had a silky, smooth look about her.
Chocolate loveliness for sure.
He could not wait to see her and caress her.

He showered and got dressed.
He wanted to look his best for her.
He was going to meet her downtown at one of the local main street shops.
As he arrived others were waiting.
The wait for her was much more agonizing.
Finally, within minutes...

The counter clerk yelled, "Tall latte with extra cream?"
She had arrived and now he was in heaven.