I Remember!

Here I sit and ponder, about the world in change,
how the daily news sound uncertain and strange,
I think 'Oh my goodness' the world's going crazy
how so many people are just selfish and lazy!

I look at my poppy that I wear with pride,
for all the soldiers who have served and died,
who left behind loved ones and went afar,
to fight for freedom, for a life with no war!

For the people who gave their lives for our Land,
today, on guard for Thee I will stand!
At 11:11 on the 11th of November,
I will never forget and always remember!

Ilona Rosenthal-Payne

Wind at our back

I can't wait 'til the Summer,

for this cold to be gone,

for the leaves to be sprouting,

and those spring-morning runs!

When we pack our horse,

and polish its chrome,

dressed in leather and cool,

call the highway our own.

Imagine the fun

those roads heel to us

Our days in the sun,

with a tank full of gas.

When the winds kiss our cheeks,

in the mid-summer day,

when the rays of the sun,

will guide our way.

 Can you promise me, babe,

that this winter so hard,

is just step on the road,

where we're never apart!

All my love,

ICP

One more time?

He told me he wears his heart on his sleeve,
I told him that my heart had been broken again.
He called me beautiful and meant it,
I called him, because I was lonely.
He made me laugh even so I didn't want to,
I made the decision to let go of the pain.
He send me flowers without a reason,
I send out that letter that I've been holding on to.
He held my hand when I was weak,
I held onto the moment and let go of the past.
He promised everything will be all-right,
I promised me to put myself first.
he asked me to be his future,
I asked myself should I risk one more time
He kissed me and
                I kissed him back!

by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne

Bird Eye View

Bird Eye View!

by Ilona Rosenthal-Payne

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I just sat here dreaming,

on my window with a tea,

when I saw something gleaming,

on the branch before me!

I focused my eyes,

on the branch with the game,

that to my surprise,

was beautiful & tame!

I scrolled on my screen,

with the care of a hunter,

I blinked at the scene,

for a second or under!

Then I lifted my view,

back to the trees in the winds,

no feathers in blue,

that carry its wings?

The moral of the story,

the lesson of the dream:

if you get a glimpse of glory,

even small it might seem!

Keep your mind on above,

because in the blink of an eye,

can the moments you love,

have passed you by!

Drip, Drop, Drip, Drop

by Ilona Rosenthal Payne

Raindrops singing me a song, the wind is blowing, 

I don't feel alone

It's a song full of hope, full of calmness and peace,

I listened with a awwww with a cat on my feet

But all of a sudden,I heard no more rain,

but the gunshots out far, my heart filled with pain.

Where is my rain? 

Why is there war?

Where is the hope that once was not far?

Why can't there be news, that countries agreed,

that for every weapon a needy they'll feed.

Where we hold hands in union, with candles in our hand,

to remember the ones that kept peace in this Land.

Let judgement be spoken, like you were on trial,

and let others be right, once in a while.

Love your neighbours even so they are rather bizarre,

Love your children, of course, because that's who you are!