Monday, October 23, 2017

The Realm-A work in progress.

The Realm Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

The illusion of this evolving plane...
Tis a dimensional sphere with nothing to fear...
But keeping us centered, wise, and mostly sane...
Merging energy and magical lights...
Wandering amongst the amazing sites...
Above...wrapped in love...watching the thunder rolls...
Always, always captivating... our very... immortal souls...




As she said

As she said...for her Rose Red...
One call...that's all...Act naturally!!!!!!!

Saturday, October 21, 2017

♥ It's you ♥

♥ It's You ♥ Ⓒ by Donna Rae Lands

It's you, it's you...you're my cowboy true...
I just never knew this seed of faith was so overdue...
Cheery happiness shall rest with my angel's crest...

Let us sing...let us dance...
Let us endure this lovely romance...
It's you, it's you...you're my cowboy true...

Our magic secret garden is for us to gain...
Truly seeking our mystic mountain rain...
Cheery happiness shall rest with my angel's crest...

If only you knew the stain of my pulchritude...
Essence within and of the beauty of our solitude...
It's you, it's you...you're my cowboy true...

Distinguished is he...genteel is she...
One mind-one soul-one kind written in thee...
Cheery happiness shall rest with my angel's crest...

Our journey of life eternal begun with our first kiss...
The attraction was something we could not resist...
Cheery happiness shall rest with my angel's crest...
It's you, it's you...you're my cowboy true...

PS: It's you and it's your fault !!!!!!!

Brave Cavalier Of Roseland


 Brave Cavalier of Roseland by Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands


The tata tarts, Heidi Hoes, and Bimboes are all on fire-
Bending to his every need- bending to his every desire-
It makes his manly man ego climb higher and higher...
This... control he has...for sure he knows...
Sharing and granting his singing roses...wherever he goes...
Olden times, bolden rhymes-seeking the secrets of his sacred sage...
The brave cavalier of Roseland walks in upon his golden stage...

His sounds of glory fill the music halls of the divine...
Soft touches of the highest kind... grasp his heart of love- reaching his protected mind...
His thoughts captivate the dew- shimmering in the morning dawn...
The harvest of golden tones balances his mood as he continues to rock on...and rock on...

The Cavalier of Roseland...honors all the parade of people wanting to see his sacred majesty...
His craft and art are that of a master player of destines seed...
He is an angel roaring with a strength to help those in need and those seeking their liberty.
He is the Cowboy of the Greatest Rock and Roll- Roseland show.
A wave, a thought, and a prayer are sent... for him to know...Love is not vain nor insane-Love that is true...takes time to mature and grow...just like his Greatest rock and roll Roseland-Cowboy show.






Friday, October 20, 2017

The knoll

On a knoll in the field of my soul...I felt the ease of peace freeing this spiritual roll...I smell the red rose...as the lily love story goes...Ah...how silly of the solitude lily...Observing the clearer view...she leaves the stage as her darling cue...back to peace and solitude.

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Red Rose


Red Rose Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

Red Rose petals traveling as the westerly wind blows...
Upon his shoulders, his infamy grows and grows...in his greatest manmade shows...
Taken and written on these twisting roads we have all chose...
Shaken, bitten and taken in...by all his golden treasured Heidi hos.

Facades of dressing up only to impress all his crashing and dashing bimboes...
Voices clearer and dearer as his angelic music fills all the rows...
All actions and reactions stroking as his fireline grows...
Watching them whilst tapping and smoking his cigar down to the lowest of low...

Sculptured perfectly as the Rock and frozen as a statue to perform...
Courtiers of players blowing out their c-note port...
Satirical fools twist, shout and contort...
Worried thoughts touch his soul to say..."how will I ever weather this lonely firestorm"...

Always rushing, pushing...and puzzling over his confused books of sorts...
The showman is tired up affecting his weary soul to shine and to outperform...
His voice encircles all the tones...bringing lightning to those he can transpose and transform...
Sauntering all his company while examining all his reasonable expected reports...

Red Rose petals traveling as the westerly wind blows...
Upon his shoulders, his infamy grows and grows...in his greatest manmade shows...
Taken and written on these twisting roads we have all chose...
Shaken, bitten and taken in...by all his golden treasured Heidi hos.

( Side note: Oh yes...Heidi, ho, Heidi ho...and a way we go. Get down on your knees and blow, blow, blow...I recall hubby saying something like that to me once during halftime...I am paraphrasing with the poetry part...He really only asked for a blowjob. Lol.)


Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Fairytale Love

Fairytale Love Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands

Our fairytale of love across all realms and space...
Our connected hearts of desire...the endless fire...
I, wanting and needing the dance with mine princely sire...
Out of my mind-falling-lingering-deafening to erase...
The midnight hour has come as in this Cinderella lucky lady case...
Can we give over, see-through, and cement our majestic desire...
We are dancing our song that amazes all the watchers' and climbers... ever so higher...
But..this glass slipper has fallen before the conclusion of this loving and honored embrace...

In my words, you melt me... beyond the northern star...
You complete me and make me whole...
Ringing true-coming through...I love you for being you...
The limitless miles, close in thought...yet so far...
Torn up...not even worthy of a call...just the stain upon my soul!
You are glorified, rectified, and vilified and frightened by all your ballyhoo.

Side note from the writer: The theory is maybe it is too good to be true or really even you.

Monday, October 16, 2017

The truth of the heart

This is a Dadiast poem...I took beautiful words of this beautiful person who gave them freely to me from his heart. I also returned his love back freely. My next poem will be my beautiful words I sent him. Today weaved into my words of the poem are his beautiful words.

The truth of the heart Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands.

I love you for who you are on the inside...
Closed and shut in from the world on this solitude ride...
Greatest show told as the looking glass of your soul...

Ominous as the red rose grows...
A loving pendant of truth, never bolden lies...
I love you for who you are on the inside...

Wooden knolls on companionship hill...
The stillness of the river during an autumn evening chill...
Greatest show told as the looking glass of your soul...

Taking my heart, enveloping, twisting...fated to our soulmate swirl...
Since I've got you, I've seen more than the seven wonders of the world...
I love you for who you are on the inside...

Indeed, you have made me a better version of me.
Summoned my heart full of joy...on a mid Octobers eve...
Greatest show told as the looking glass of your soul...

Sunset light in the darkest night-midvein in my rosy bloom...
Quick to dash and lash before she is his lovely bride...
I love you for who you are on the inside...
Greatest show told as the looking glass of your soul...



Discovery

To my readers:

I write things even on paper. I put it aside...and then I might not see what I wrote for years. Today at 9 I got out my previous notes to get back to my novel. I found this cool thing I wrote. I shall name it Discovery. I don't even know why I wrote it. That happens to me. Here it is: I wrote it in 2014.

Discovery ⒸBy Donna Rae Lands

As predicted aeons ago, Gog and Magog make its presence known...
The wench riding in the troika now steps forth....
The tribes with all their covens are vital....
They came from the lair but went alee with the darkness...
The Czar of Zed who is taunt and trim will light the skies aglow and the bombs will explode...
The quag to gain will not be fun for the fox who is sold by the peddlers.
Efforts only to stow away the many children for a more peaceful day.

Question to the Spokane Police

I know this will sound so weird but I looked up hangings because of my daughter's death. The facts are my daughter went twenty minutes without oxygen according to all the hospital records and tests. My daughter did not have a heartbeat when the EMP's arrived. In a hanging...the heart takes a long time to quit beating because the heart has its own electrical system. That is why the good ole Docs during the hangings do not declare death until a half an hour has elapsed. That's in textbook hanging schit. Look it up for it really is standard procedure in hangings from records of old. Also during a hanging, a person's blood pools...and my baby had no blood pooling in the stomach or vaginal areas.This is known because Muslims are still hanging people. Men die with erections and the big o's even during a hanging. The minutes just are not adding up either. Twenty minutes for the brain and twenty-five minutes for the heart.Please help me understand this. When seconds count, the Police are minutes away but not in my babies case. Minutes don't mean anything. Ergonomics means nothing. Inches not adding up should mean something! A child witnessing his mama being murdered should mean something. A husbands refusal to take a lie detector test and his refusal to give his DNA mean nothing...and that's justice- Spokane, Washington Style!
 Gregory Lebsock and his team know the case. I know you don't know the case besides who has time to solve cases when there is too much fun on the cloud to be done. Just in case you don't have a copy real handy...I did write it up on my other blog for reference purposes. Can you read it? This internet stuff is so mind-boggling. Keystone Report

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Napkin of words

My granddaughter was getting into my stuff of course. Out fell this napkin with my writing on it.Here is what I wrote...I don't know when or why I wrote it. I just want to share my napkin of words here;

A great public relations man will portray Polly Pretty-wit last the last word in Feminine pulchritude and...
A whiz at putting over...
A ballad and quip, until this picture of her, is so exciting in your mind that you rush to buy a ticket to see her in the flesh...
Persistency of a reputation depends on consistency in the person!

Wow...It means something...Oh me, oh my.

The Realm-A work in progress.

The Realm Ⓒ Donna Rae Lands The illusion of this evolving plane... Tis a dimensional sphere with nothing to fear... But keeping us cente...