<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667</id><updated>2012-01-03T09:35:32.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry From My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angelica S.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jjFZiEk-5Ms/TwM4lUrxVpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/rH9Dthc7hPI/s220/juliprofile.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-2972796901529777115</id><published>2010-09-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:27:25.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKOFCDTPPPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hpkBxG7vK7Y/s1600/Thumbnail+of+lady+with+moon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522403838378589426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 339px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKOFCDTPPPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hpkBxG7vK7Y/s400/Thumbnail+of+lady+with+moon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon the broken wing it follows with love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the October comes in sight so shallow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is the rays of the sun changing above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hanging the frosted moon thru the willows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a dance that excites life within &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thru the late autumn trees turns in color&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They shall fall to the echo of the wind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last roses of season shows its beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The trees stands bare to shed a summer coat &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A winter cold is haunting its sounds outside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The chill dies in its spirit of the heart inside &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To open the doors thru many tears as love floats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a time to cry and hold on to dreams thats alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life floats beyond where peace will never hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A new love comes a calling to the lonesome feeling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There will be a new spring as another year subsides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-2972796901529777115?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2972796901529777115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/2972796901529777115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/2972796901529777115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKOFCDTPPPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/hpkBxG7vK7Y/s72-c/Thumbnail+of+lady+with+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-7412353146357360492</id><published>2010-09-29T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T11:20:49.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurting Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKODc79GJlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/P0WXyt4qSRk/s1600/thumbnail+of+broken+hearted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522402101239883346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKODc79GJlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/P0WXyt4qSRk/s400/thumbnail+of+broken+hearted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life's promises brings us hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For one to believe there dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Endurance of the year brought peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We both found the odds it did seem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our marriage was broken love felt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its impact in hardships that we knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We held on to the memories as they &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were left behind then we were threw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love has a way of fading away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then like a secret moment to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Within the heart to be free someday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The angry words did not never fade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is this hurt inside of our souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love becomes ruined and sings the blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our goals flew like the wind so bold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hungry heart for love to turn a leaf anew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-7412353146357360492?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7412353146357360492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/hurting-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7412353146357360492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7412353146357360492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/hurting-love.html' title='Hurting Love'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TKODc79GJlI/AAAAAAAAAKI/P0WXyt4qSRk/s72-c/thumbnail+of+broken+hearted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-7073816853972511775</id><published>2010-09-22T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T11:35:08.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJpMVgcNoDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dcF7Du6zCNE/s1600/Jesus%2520healing%2520sick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519808225665196082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJpMVgcNoDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dcF7Du6zCNE/s400/Jesus%2520healing%2520sick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There seems to be jewels in the big starry night&lt;br /&gt;Revealing the sky and the power of His great love&lt;br /&gt;In the vision of a nightly prayer comes to life&lt;br /&gt;To spread His holy word into His grace above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little one I wish for your pain and its suffering&lt;br /&gt;That you face let God hold you and it will go away&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a journey it takes you to places unknown&lt;br /&gt;He will make memories on each of your given days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our God holds you in His hands within your life&lt;br /&gt;As His words brings peace to your very soul&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts can face the storms that we walk thru&lt;br /&gt;In the pouring rain and the windy wind blows below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wisdom is learned thru loving faith of God&lt;br /&gt;As the hope will inspire God has a love to give&lt;br /&gt;There's a beautiful message that's painted within&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow's dreams there is a life to be lived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A prayer for Marcus who is having surgery today.&lt;br /&gt;A little one's journey.&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-7073816853972511775?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7073816853972511775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/tears-of-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7073816853972511775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7073816853972511775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/tears-of-jesus.html' title='Tears of Jesus'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJpMVgcNoDI/AAAAAAAAAKA/dcF7Du6zCNE/s72-c/Jesus%2520healing%2520sick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-3317211292341639860</id><published>2010-09-18T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T14:34:55.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJUwYlpRiCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ziiD46cTKb0/s1600/couple+in+moonlight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518370117392631842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJUwYlpRiCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ziiD46cTKb0/s400/couple+in+moonlight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The daylight hours will enchant our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we danced to the twilight up above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our sweet moments are in Heaven's bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a unique charm in everlasting kisses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A song in September whispers its words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the beautiful melody that we have heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a labor of voices to hear in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We open the lock on our lover's deadly sins&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The echoes inside our hearts is made to bleed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our youth returns with our love to lead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside our world we took what was ours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a splendor thru loves beautiful hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beyond sweet loving affected our nightly dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each love note had unraveled at the seams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful red roses was in fantasy upon the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In silk and satin was a delightful love whisper said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-3317211292341639860?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3317211292341639860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/3317211292341639860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/3317211292341639860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/september-song.html' title='September Song'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TJUwYlpRiCI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ziiD46cTKb0/s72-c/couple+in+moonlight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-8888157059778990425</id><published>2010-09-14T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T09:54:10.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments are Free</title><content type='html'>The September month brings fair weather&lt;br /&gt;Welcomes in delightful these cooler days&lt;br /&gt;In my quiet morning a prayer is said to my Lord&lt;br /&gt; Only the strength of my voice is a message today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts as I write these words to comfort&lt;br /&gt; My soul to reach out to others who bares sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Often my mind sometimes is cloudy in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;That I dare live thru each of my fulfilling tomorrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a beauty that lies in poetry that is so unseen&lt;br /&gt;To capture the heart in reality for a destiny untold&lt;br /&gt;One voice to read of the writer's pen relate to the words&lt;br /&gt;A poem is the start of a story or thoughts to unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moments are free in the verses that I write&lt;br /&gt;With these gifts of love from God that's in my mind&lt;br /&gt; A poem has been scribbled on paper that I can see&lt;br /&gt;To be posted at Starlite in one of the challenge times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-8888157059778990425?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8888157059778990425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/moments-are-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/8888157059778990425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/8888157059778990425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/moments-are-free.html' title='Moments are Free'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-1403263367643928094</id><published>2010-09-12T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T08:17:10.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Farmer's Cry</title><content type='html'>Summer drought wears dust&lt;br /&gt;Harvest weep the golden wheat&lt;br /&gt;Tiny tears of bath&lt;br /&gt;Hummingbird nestles nest&lt;br /&gt;Lost memories hides in corners&lt;br /&gt;Leaves are falling&lt;br /&gt;In afternoon delight&lt;br /&gt; Pushing autumn days hugs the wind&lt;br /&gt;Reflection view&lt;br /&gt;Fall seasons meets winter snow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;Decastitch Poem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-1403263367643928094?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1403263367643928094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/farmers-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/1403263367643928094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/1403263367643928094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/farmers-cry.html' title='A Farmer&apos;s Cry'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-592234607508705748</id><published>2010-09-12T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T07:46:52.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling of the Crickets</title><content type='html'>Fall days are cooler in seasons changes of the falling leaves in color&lt;br /&gt;The end of autumn days and nights will soon be long gone into fall&lt;br /&gt;Wind brings a pleasant whisper to a song the crickets will be gone&lt;br /&gt;My foolish dreams at night they are awakened and that is so wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is cooler along with the pale moonlight the Earth is busy tonight&lt;br /&gt;Soon it will be winter and the roses hide their velvet with the cold wind&lt;br /&gt;There's a silver frost that will cover Earth to below from the Lord's sight&lt;br /&gt;With their buggy design and the sad fluting of crickets in the dark night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the seasons changes from the summer nights the crickets chirp&lt;br /&gt;Wishy calls of the crickets thru the night to drive you crazy and no sleep&lt;br /&gt;Soon the winter night's sounds will go away and bring a relief to the ear&lt;br /&gt;Never to miss them only to hear take them fishing for bait the pond is near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-592234607508705748?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/592234607508705748/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-5769789080271157624</id><published>2010-09-08T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T09:07:35.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIe0vDwWGkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IOMFwhh-Ixg/s1600/couple+in+love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514574989293394498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 384px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIe0vDwWGkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IOMFwhh-Ixg/s400/couple+in+love2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each sweet hour before the sunset goes below&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your kisses anchors my heart to be real still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Live roses are perfect in our moments of bliss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our love was spinning by the ocean's blue mist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our love words has traveled thru our body and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our blood was pumping thru our veins out of control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everytime we touch our desire was a burning light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is cold as ashes in its flame on thru the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We wayward our time in thoughts from the night above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Belonging to ourself where we are blessed by our love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a full moonlight that takes us away to the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our promises to be together we would never be to far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-5769789080271157624?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5769789080271157624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/moments-of-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/5769789080271157624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/5769789080271157624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/moments-of-bliss.html' title='Moments of Bliss'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIe0vDwWGkI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IOMFwhh-Ixg/s72-c/couple+in+love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-7631362773629837753</id><published>2010-09-07T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:45:57.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Vistors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIaWPeR8RsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/I9I_gP58ZC8/s1600/untitledWinter+Vistor.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514259986332272322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIaWPeR8RsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/I9I_gP58ZC8/s400/untitledWinter+Vistor.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's winter visitors comes in the snow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bringing the wind of the chilling so cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trees are bare naked from the frost of fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;White geese flew south beyond winter's call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the blues of winter soaks into the soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reaches the heart so harsh as it is bold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ringing of a brewing storm has angered the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Lord will protect the lovely birds that flies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Off in no man's land the eagle soars high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A secret stroll in the life of spring will hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's nightly dreams greatfully comes alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these are the Lord's gift that we realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The seasons are in the palm of His hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A door is always open to nature's wonderland&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Lord's tender love brings peace from above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To the world outside hope lives in His beauty of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By &lt;a href="http://www.thestarlitecafe.com/myhome.php?user=johanna266"&gt;Johanna Fields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Johanna Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-7631362773629837753?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIaWPeR8RsI/AAAAAAAAAH8/I9I_gP58ZC8/s72-c/untitledWinter+Vistor.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-6505213082245024294</id><published>2010-09-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:43:17.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Magic Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIErCXNl6uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MKSvzbXiJQ0/s1600/Butterflies+and+Roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512734738468956898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIErCXNl6uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MKSvzbXiJQ0/s400/Butterflies+and+Roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In prayer to bow to the Lord in Heaven above&lt;br /&gt;When life looks dark the wind speaks His love&lt;br /&gt;In a time of need thru hope lives His spirit beyond&lt;br /&gt;In the changes of all seasons life will live on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning dawn awakens as the sun begins to rise&lt;br /&gt;Our Lord has opened a new day as it appears in the sky&lt;br /&gt;There is the fruits of the harvest when abide by time&lt;br /&gt;The trees are floating in colors as fall comes to mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow your dreams of life as they echo to your soul&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow's destiny you'll reach some of your goals&lt;br /&gt;It's pure magic of love to dance in the pouring rain&lt;br /&gt;A reflection in a glossy picture on the window pane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-6505213082245024294?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6505213082245024294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/6505213082245024294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/6505213082245024294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/09/magic-of-love.html' title='Magic Of Love'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TIErCXNl6uI/AAAAAAAAAH0/MKSvzbXiJQ0/s72-c/Butterflies+and+Roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-297739244800036660</id><published>2010-08-18T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:50:38.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGwXPeuh1UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n9gNXn5YC9M/s1600/Butterfly.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506801999080969538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 356px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGwXPeuh1UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n9gNXn5YC9M/s400/Butterfly.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A classic art of shadows lifts my heart inside&lt;br /&gt;Dawn awakens in a velvet mist of thirst&lt;br /&gt;A blue moon whispers into the night&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly wings flair into the twilight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild dreams are halos thru the spirits call&lt;br /&gt;With a peaceful moment thru God's eyes&lt;br /&gt;A summer wind plays echoes from beyond&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing up in the Heavenly sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of the chimes are notes so free&lt;br /&gt;The moving of the leaves touches the soul&lt;br /&gt;There's a melody in the summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;The hummingbirds are taking a noonday nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-297739244800036660?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/297739244800036660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/297739244800036660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/297739244800036660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/beautiful-things.html' title='Beautiful Things'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGwXPeuh1UI/AAAAAAAAAHI/n9gNXn5YC9M/s72-c/Butterfly.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4092635870694816275</id><published>2010-08-13T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:48:55.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGVo-AehpAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/f2vvdBoispI/s1600/Rainbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504921534019511298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 371px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TGVo-AehpAI/AAAAAAAAAGw/f2vvdBoispI/s400/Rainbow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God's beauty of a great creation,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;From the sky to the Earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where His kingdom lies above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And off into the distance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The crown of stars makes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A halo of jewels in the sky at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.God's wings moves each cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;around as if in flight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The thunder has an echo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before the rain,The spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of the wind you can hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Each drop of rain gives a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;personal touch of immortal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thirst from above.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lightning of the storm is &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God'spassage of light to the Earth below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's His gift in a symbol that we know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paints a message thru the skyto be told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the heaven above,to see the arc,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;an array of colors,becomes the mystery of &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;God'sreason for His lovely rainbow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4092635870694816275?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4092635870694816275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/08/gods-beauty-of-great-creation-from-sky.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-9089880926333409835</id><published>2010-07-22T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:47:02.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delicate Vision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEi78dVVesI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-cGTElNwT_c/s1600/bUTTERFLIES+AND+FLOWERS.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496849992546351810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEi78dVVesI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-cGTElNwT_c/s400/bUTTERFLIES+AND+FLOWERS.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A summer breeze chases the showers away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thru the welcome twilight in the soft blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The burning love echoes its sounds of desire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A secret dreams are awaiting in the morning dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love has a delicate vision in passion thru sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tender thoughts with kisses meet as shadows fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our hearts become hurt in words of disappointment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Will my days bring a new smile as my name is called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have loved you so much that my days are slipping by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There is a reason for hope thru love to live again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As my soul reaches the stars up in the nightly sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When the wind talks outside I listen for love to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-9089880926333409835?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9089880926333409835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/delicate-vision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/9089880926333409835'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-8689825495254940413</id><published>2010-07-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:45:47.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEc0sGV_DmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7uaskmC9COo/s1600/Kinkaid+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496419802450693730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEc0sGV_DmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7uaskmC9COo/s400/Kinkaid+(12).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In life there's new steps to take along the path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The journey seems to be so long in our daily map&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's the beauty that God has given us thru time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To what can be remembered to chase thru one's mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's a golden sun that will lead your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Or maybe blinded by the rain in the sunny day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The road is long and winding with bridges to cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God will lift you up to walk the extra mile at no cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I will take your hand in mine as we take each step&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There's the dream of life they are so free at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Prayers will be answered as whispers thru the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We can never walk thru the shadows of life but once &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let tomorrow hold the key to another destiny above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As you and I face one day at a time with angel's words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Each moment in life will be filled with a spirit beyond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God has a price to be paid as we live on in His holy word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-8689825495254940413?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/TEc0sGV_DmI/AAAAAAAAAGI/7uaskmC9COo/s72-c/Kinkaid+(12).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-2055159873821511004</id><published>2010-07-20T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T12:51:41.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath His Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img408.imageshack.us/img408/9329/angelandredrose.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe the angels can cry&lt;br /&gt;Eye of the storm up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Neath the wind of angry dust&lt;br /&gt;Eagle wings are in the flight above&lt;br /&gt;Angel's voice echoes in His Love&lt;br /&gt;There's wind beneath God's wings&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's Door is just a sin away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Words brings a message heard&lt;br /&gt;In tomorrow's dreams He who gives&lt;br /&gt;Souls beneath His wings does live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wings will soar to all new heights&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary view hangs midnight&lt;br /&gt;Night spirits awaken thru daylight&lt;br /&gt;Gone before the dawn is the starlight&lt;br /&gt;Sun of day moves Earth with delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C)Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;Acrostic Poem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-2055159873821511004?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2055159873821511004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/07/beneath-his-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/2055159873821511004'/><link 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474895005273961554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S_q8AAPqNFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ba84q94XYsM/s320/burning+love+of+man+and+woman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our secret moments on the wings of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took us to these stolen places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loving came easy for us in the twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lips touch as we both embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the starry night we became sweethearts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To seek each others burning desire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To open the window there is a soft warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breeze and the moon had a glow of sapphire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our kisses was alive to take us beyond&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a shadow of a couple so in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our lingering feelings needed much more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we slipped away we found Heaven above&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waltz with me darlin in the candle light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As this time belongs to only us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music plays a love melody across&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The room saying 'I love you' is a must&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lovely red roses laid upon the bed of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lacey sheets to take my breath away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we make it thru September everythings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going to be allright and will bring a new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c) Johanna Fields &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-3728174072868581448?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3728174072868581448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/burning-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/3728174072868581448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/3728174072868581448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/burning-love.html' title='Burning Love'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S_q8AAPqNFI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Ba84q94XYsM/s72-c/burning+love+of+man+and+woman.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-5253342907123767665</id><published>2010-05-06T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T18:14:10.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing In The Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S-NpTlUSYuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W_53eubQw5s/s1600/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468330157713548002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S-NpTlUSYuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W_53eubQw5s/s320/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a song in the air that I breathe&lt;br /&gt;Softly spoken words were a melody I heard&lt;br /&gt;Listen to the sound I'm singing in the rain&lt;br /&gt;The sky has a rainbow I'm feeling no pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A spring rain is full of delight to water earth&lt;br /&gt;Letting God's landscape taking on a new look&lt;br /&gt;Children at play in a waterhole outside are loud&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing in the rain as it falls from the clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feathered friends are near by in the birdbath&lt;br /&gt;They are whistling a tune as they call to their mate&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the warm rain is such fun thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the drops of rain are notes to a love song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-5253342907123767665?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5253342907123767665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/5253342907123767665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/5253342907123767665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-in-rain.html' title='Dancing In The Rain'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S-NpTlUSYuI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/W_53eubQw5s/s72-c/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-7620091350877417202</id><published>2010-04-16T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T11:00:58.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S8ilsmHztuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/r0BycOROp3U/s1600/ANGEL02.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460796733752850146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S8ilsmHztuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/r0BycOROp3U/s320/ANGEL02.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’re cherished as an angel, as you look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;down on earth, at what you left behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We see a part of you, as a child smiles, heard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a word that sounds as if you were here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.We carry a memory of you inside, or see you in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a loved one’s eye. You’re a picture in our lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;each day. In a loving spirit, you are among us,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;through a beautiful windfall, as you whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the clouds of heaven. Somewhere in time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we’ll meet again, like a gentle breeze, upon the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;open sea. We will walk in a beautiful garden,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;planted by God’s tender love. Walking into a rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-7620091350877417202?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7620091350877417202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/somewhere-in-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7620091350877417202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7620091350877417202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/04/somewhere-in-time.html' title='Somewhere In Time'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S8ilsmHztuI/AAAAAAAAAFA/r0BycOROp3U/s72-c/ANGEL02.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4385071340972618001</id><published>2010-03-10T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T08:40:05.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring's In The Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5fLXSU7lTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MX0gV8GIKWc/s1600-h/springtime+picture+of+flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447045875244963122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5fLXSU7lTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MX0gV8GIKWc/s320/springtime+picture+of+flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We will miss the winter's cold in our summer heat&lt;br /&gt;The nightly storms when the thunder rolls its beat&lt;br /&gt;A pouring rain hits the window pane from the outside&lt;br /&gt;When the sleepy moon hides behind the cloud in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring awakens no one cries cause winter's dying today&lt;br /&gt;Our feathered friends are in the warmth and here to stay&lt;br /&gt;The green of the earth the ole winter frost has been gone&lt;br /&gt;Dandelions in the gentle breeze are happily dancing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh morning dew has a sweet taste in the sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Soon the roses will take a new growth in planting time&lt;br /&gt;We will see spring in shades of color upon the glowing earth&lt;br /&gt;We know spring has arrived because God has given a new birth.&lt;br /&gt;(c)Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4385071340972618001?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4385071340972618001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/springs-in-air.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4385071340972618001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4385071340972618001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/springs-in-air.html' title='Spring&apos;s In The Air'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5fLXSU7lTI/AAAAAAAAAEo/MX0gV8GIKWc/s72-c/springtime+picture+of+flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-1666531690229888994</id><published>2010-03-10T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:01:23.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The Bootheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5ezlvZw_bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GF9f8ZZnbPw/s1600-h/AuntJoFamily%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447019735288970674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5ezlvZw_bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GF9f8ZZnbPw/s320/AuntJoFamily%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our family lived in the back woods out on the farm&lt;br /&gt;Raised in Missouri up before the sound of alarm&lt;br /&gt;Day begin bright and early with rise of the sun&lt;br /&gt;Our work as it started it seem never to get done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hands used by mother they bled in winter time&lt;br /&gt;My heart would hurt for her she was so very kind&lt;br /&gt;Farming by the sweat of the brow is what you work for&lt;br /&gt;Back in those days each one of your dreams seemed to soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was not easy being a shared chopper working the land&lt;br /&gt;We trust in God with love our garden food we had to canned&lt;br /&gt;The crops was cotton and corn and livestock to be fed&lt;br /&gt;Living a poor man’s ways night and day never to succeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A household of children went to school we had better learn&lt;br /&gt;Life in the bootheel we worked in the fields as hot sun to burn&lt;br /&gt;Where the dirt was gumbo our life along the mighty river banks&lt;br /&gt;Under a roof with parents at home you was not to old to be spanked&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-1666531690229888994?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1666531690229888994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-in-bootheel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/1666531690229888994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/1666531690229888994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2010/03/life-in-bootheel.html' title='Life In The Bootheel'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/S5ezlvZw_bI/AAAAAAAAAEY/GF9f8ZZnbPw/s72-c/AuntJoFamily%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-5468756748757259852</id><published>2009-12-20T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:15:26.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/Sy59YdgpkTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R5xx1AZ8s4k/s1600-h/user121811224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417405260965187890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/Sy59YdgpkTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R5xx1AZ8s4k/s400/user121811224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secrets&lt;br /&gt;Years go by, secrets become disclosed and solitude in my ownspirit lost to silent. Integrity, with knowledge to conquer the secret and to lay behind the hidden door. Locked inside the mind,suddenly it's a complete burden, a mystery to oneself, not to beneglected or violent, it would like to speak out a loud cry full of hostility, only to walk the floor.Secrets is only the hidden truths that troubles the heart, if it can find a place to hide. Let the Lord be the comforter and the communicator to the family, then there is a peace of mind. God did not make a perfect family to have absolute faith in Him. The willingness to confide in secrets are common in life. The heart is the keeper, the key is the treasure like no other of its kind,When there is a confession of a secret, be the listener, don't be the betrayer, when trust is broken, the language of love becomes betrayed, Be the rock to lean on when confronted the secret of another. The gift of a secret can unwrap the happiness, the sadness, and the weakness. The truth needs to be in the eyes of the beholder, love that endures the beauty Don,t, let hope escape it is on scared grounds as we walk through life with each other.For a family, the language of love is a word so complicated, it can not be understood. Lord take care of what we cannot see, when love knocks at my door, in reality, may we have the key to open.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penned by Johanna Fields&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-5468756748757259852?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5468756748757259852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/12/secrets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/5468756748757259852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/5468756748757259852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/12/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/Sy59YdgpkTI/AAAAAAAAAEI/R5xx1AZ8s4k/s72-c/user121811224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4935875431633218767</id><published>2009-10-18T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:05:24.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Sunset</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SttY1qB0GNI/AAAAAAAAADA/S3a8Du7u8ws/s1600-h/75a3c4b917f135e5f44f7fbf8a9e57fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394002657544509650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SttY1qB0GNI/AAAAAAAAADA/S3a8Du7u8ws/s320/75a3c4b917f135e5f44f7fbf8a9e57fe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beautiful lake has a stillness in reflection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From it’s horizon as the day says goodbye &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lovely sunset has a spectacular view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the orange shade of color in the October sky &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Along the shore line you and I walk in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evening glow as the sun went down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our voices echoed to each other in the lovely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twilight of our words spoken in a beautiful sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and me in the cool gentle breeze &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You wrapped your arms tightly around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a moment after the sunset you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissed me in the shadow of the pine trees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;©Johanna Fields, 17th October 2009 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4935875431633218767?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4935875431633218767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-sunset.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4935875431633218767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4935875431633218767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-sunset.html' title='Our Sunset'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SttY1qB0GNI/AAAAAAAAADA/S3a8Du7u8ws/s72-c/75a3c4b917f135e5f44f7fbf8a9e57fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4422931702797441423</id><published>2009-10-13T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:32:17.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/StTgwR4bKfI/AAAAAAAAACw/mF9jMME0nCw/s1600-h/dream+bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392181773907732978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/StTgwR4bKfI/AAAAAAAAACw/mF9jMME0nCw/s320/dream+bride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely bride stood still in her very own day dream&lt;br /&gt;Tear’s fall silent inside her heart with pain to scream&lt;br /&gt;In a dress of white the moment was here of her dream&lt;br /&gt;The wedding palace she stands in a lonesome scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a mystery bride she holds within her vow to be said&lt;br /&gt;A misty sky in foggy blue through these things she dread&lt;br /&gt;Where was he? The love of her life was nowhere insight&lt;br /&gt;In waiting for this day to wear the beautiful dress of white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organ is playing the wedding march a melody of love&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful sad bride she had second thoughts thereof&lt;br /&gt;This day at the altar was different she just wanted to die&lt;br /&gt;Her own world had crumbled, so she needed to run and hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said her good bye to yesterday’s dream right away&lt;br /&gt;In life there is some choices within me to be made&lt;br /&gt;Yes my love did me wrong he had left a dear John note&lt;br /&gt;He’s messed up my life it’s not for the better it’s a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields (The Cloverpatch Poet) &lt;a href="http://www.authorsden.com/visit/author.asp?AuthorID=11728"&gt;Johanna Fields&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday, October 13, 2009 Not rated by the Author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4422931702797441423?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4422931702797441423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4422931702797441423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4422931702797441423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/broken-dreams.html' title='Broken Dreams'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/StTgwR4bKfI/AAAAAAAAACw/mF9jMME0nCw/s72-c/dream+bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-8410839899340250461</id><published>2009-10-08T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:12:33.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SwmbAwCaKnI/AAAAAAAAADo/eForiQhW1k4/s1600/Nymph_Transformation_by_VestalVirgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407023264832301682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SwmbAwCaKnI/AAAAAAAAADo/eForiQhW1k4/s400/Nymph_Transformation_by_VestalVirgin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The twilight moon hanging at dawns eve&lt;br /&gt;Loving your warm body it embraces me&lt;br /&gt;We are cradled in dreams I do believe&lt;br /&gt;Darling old fantasy how can I not see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enticing our love with sweet velvet wine&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t we handle two hearts of a kind&lt;br /&gt;We fell in love so deeply we are not apart&lt;br /&gt;Bringing us love to feel each others heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me into another world far beyond&lt;br /&gt;Into our loving desire comes alive to respond&lt;br /&gt;Touch me darling it’s been there quite a while&lt;br /&gt;With pillow talk that we can do it our style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a dream to disturb my sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I felt your arms around me tight&lt;br /&gt;You gave me kisses and spread them with love&lt;br /&gt;I long for you daily like for the heaven above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields, (thecloverpatchpoet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-8410839899340250461?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8410839899340250461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/8410839899340250461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/8410839899340250461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-dream.html' title='A Love Dream'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SwmbAwCaKnI/AAAAAAAAADo/eForiQhW1k4/s72-c/Nymph_Transformation_by_VestalVirgin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-7052925483103097854</id><published>2009-10-08T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T12:19:09.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SwmcpwGyalI/AAAAAAAAADw/xIgpN7IK82o/s1600/user59482147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407025068736932434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SwmcpwGyalI/AAAAAAAAADw/xIgpN7IK82o/s400/user59482147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satin sheets with fancy lace&lt;br /&gt;Tangle upon my bed&lt;br /&gt;Red rose petals trace a trail&lt;br /&gt;Of hidden notes unread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fill our hearts in stolen&lt;br /&gt;Moments to echo in the night&lt;br /&gt;Together we had found love&lt;br /&gt;The eclipse of a full moon light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Give me an embrace to last forever&lt;br /&gt;We were cryin in the wind&lt;br /&gt;From the window a love to endeavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we loved thru the night&lt;br /&gt;A far place had a lovely glow&lt;br /&gt;There was a special magic&lt;br /&gt;To our beautiful world below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields (The Cloverpatch Poet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-7052925483103097854?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/7052925483103097854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7052925483103097854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/7052925483103097854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-forever.html' title='Love Forever'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SwmcpwGyalI/AAAAAAAAADw/xIgpN7IK82o/s72-c/user59482147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-91824413301337950</id><published>2009-09-17T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:05:29.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Love</title><content type='html'>Love beckon us alone on the sand&lt;br /&gt;Our kisses are wild in no mans land&lt;br /&gt;We dance on the beach in the twilight&lt;br /&gt;Making love on the shore through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts pounded like heavens rain&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams are made free of any pain&lt;br /&gt;A timeless beauty was our only gain&lt;br /&gt;Loving each moment in a private domain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found a beauty in loving each day&lt;br /&gt;Sending signals in our very own way&lt;br /&gt;Our love was a passion of pure bliss&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts there was nothing missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ocean lies silent to become so still&lt;br /&gt;A loving captures our destiny a love to steal&lt;br /&gt;Webbing ourselves into each others arms&lt;br /&gt;The calm ocean so lifeless is our charm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-91824413301337950?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4586189514869479460</id><published>2009-08-19T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:16:46.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whisper</title><content type='html'>There’s a whisper in the crystal white sand,&lt;br /&gt;as it sifts through the palms of the hand.&lt;br /&gt;A starfish light glowed in the dark of night,&lt;br /&gt;will cast the moon beam, in the ray of light.&lt;br /&gt;Cry’s of white caps, as they clapped forward,&lt;br /&gt;a sunset makes a perfect landing, downward.&lt;br /&gt;A moment, sets a spell of peace, beyond the sea,&lt;br /&gt;in a wonderful sight, once in a lifetime to see.&lt;br /&gt;      (c)Johanna Fields&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.authorsden.com/link/externalsiteredirect.asp?authorID=11728&amp;amp;ref=/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=58267&amp;amp;destURL=http://johanna266.com/Godslamb.html" target="new"&gt;Gods Lamb of the Fields&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4586189514869479460?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4586189514869479460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/whisper.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4586189514869479460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4586189514869479460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/whisper.html' title='A Whisper'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-833906018056623052</id><published>2009-08-03T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:34:14.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Kiss</title><content type='html'>There is a melody in the gentle breeze that&lt;br /&gt;Night floating off in the elegant evening bliss&lt;br /&gt;That cradle us both like sweet tasty red wine&lt;br /&gt;Dancing together in a loveable romantic kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were dancing in the moon light to a&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful glow that warmed our very soul&lt;br /&gt;Secretly as our hearts touch in a loving mood&lt;br /&gt;To a lover song and a romantic dance scroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the twinkling stars up above shinning&lt;br /&gt;Like white diamonds far through the night&lt;br /&gt;As we twirl each other in our dances steps&lt;br /&gt;Watching the peaceful smiling moon light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our sleepless night together we had found&lt;br /&gt;Heaven up about through the fluffy soft clouds&lt;br /&gt;We chase the morning dew as our voices cried&lt;br /&gt;I love you in the splendor of our echoes so loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we face each other to hug in silences&lt;br /&gt;Of words as the beautiful songs played on&lt;br /&gt;We were wishing our night would never end&lt;br /&gt;Live this night forever as we dance until dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-833906018056623052?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/833906018056623052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/rr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/833906018056623052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/833906018056623052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/rr.html' title='Romantic Kiss'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-996385886629281748</id><published>2009-08-03T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T14:01:10.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeksake Memories</title><content type='html'>From a gentle breeze floating&lt;br /&gt; Chantilly lace in a midnight light&lt;br /&gt; Casting shadows shows outside&lt;br /&gt;There’s a loving moon comes insight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Breathlessly there’s a new dawn&lt;br /&gt; Opens the sky in a misty dew&lt;br /&gt;We got a few stolen moments&lt;br /&gt; Capturing a love that we knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming came so easy at the&lt;br /&gt; End of summer hot nights&lt;br /&gt;Our romance fills the fragrant air&lt;br /&gt; Loving and holding each other tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With kisses warm and tender&lt;br /&gt; A heavenly love keeps us serenaded&lt;br /&gt; We shall cherish our love forever&lt;br /&gt;Our keepsake memories will never fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-996385886629281748?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/996385886629281748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/08/keeksake-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/996385886629281748'/><link 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bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we found lovers path in the peaceful&lt;br /&gt;Valley as a beautiful moon shined below&lt;br /&gt;It was paradise to a place where we had been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my tomorrows my heart wants&lt;br /&gt;To go back to those days but we quarrel&lt;br /&gt;On the riverbank where it all began&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love had become broken from the ashes&lt;br /&gt;Of  heartbreak I will arise Triumphant again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-940427878405528200?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/940427878405528200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/940427878405528200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/940427878405528200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-8369716635355361971</id><published>2009-07-20T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:47:47.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Hour</title><content type='html'>Our love has awaken in the midnight hour&lt;br /&gt;When passion came so easy to be right&lt;br /&gt; In the twilight we both seen Heaven&lt;br /&gt;In satin moments silky thoughts tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We have our own secret to write a love story&lt;br /&gt; Within our hearts and mind to last forever&lt;br /&gt;In yesterdays dreams bares on our soul&lt;br /&gt;In a love romance for us to endeavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You whispered words into my ears they echoed&lt;br /&gt; In a melody of a song of enchanted love&lt;br /&gt;Your arms reached around me to hold me tight&lt;br /&gt; As we watch the beautiful stars above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-8369716635355361971?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8369716635355361971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/midnight-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/8369716635355361971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/8369716635355361971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/midnight-hour.html' title='Midnight Hour'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4522667335963999858</id><published>2009-07-05T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T09:55:45.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Free</title><content type='html'>The fountain had a slow stream that was running free,&lt;br /&gt;water sparkled as it flowed into the palm of the hand.&lt;br /&gt;A father of time, sat reading an almanac at the table,&lt;br /&gt; as the hour glass slowly dropped grains of white sand.&lt;br /&gt; The old porch swing, swung back and forth in the breeze,&lt;br /&gt; pushing care free in the spring air, in one of the four winds.&lt;br /&gt; The sign was an article of faith that expresses God’s work,&lt;br /&gt; the art was a symbol of the past, reflecting now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the distance was a whisper, then a whistle of a loud&lt;br /&gt;sound of the freight train, running on the train tracks.&lt;br /&gt; Lost in his thoughts, running in the fields, little by little,&lt;br /&gt; losing his location, leaving behind a reality of his facts.&lt;br /&gt; Reverberating through the hollow and the river bend,&lt;br /&gt; what direction the sound may go, only nature will hear.&lt;br /&gt;The heart seems to be running back to the country and&lt;br /&gt;was set free, whose name it was calling, seemed so near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4522667335963999858?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4522667335963999858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4522667335963999858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4522667335963999858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/running-free.html' title='Running Free'/><author><name>Johanna Fields</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646165398700342554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-808270892355425403</id><published>2009-07-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T17:52:46.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Lamb</title><content type='html'>Winding through the wind toward the fields,&lt;br /&gt;you became my lamb on earth.&lt;br /&gt;I crept softly in the clover and on the wooded path&lt;br /&gt;,Still I heard your voice my dear lamb.&lt;br /&gt;I knew God was close as we held each other’s hand.&lt;br /&gt;In God's unity, we know we are one.&lt;br /&gt;God’s chosen son, Jesus Christ, put you and me here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;My dear Lord, Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(c) Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AR71jy2BlSI/SUb1zAWLNFI/AAAAAAAAAB8/x2GxNF2D_sA/S220/jf.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2586721514304757667.post-4534631112352346649</id><published>2009-07-02T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T09:05:32.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In This Moment</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;You came into my life when&lt;br /&gt;I needed you most to love me&lt;br /&gt;Our wild love took us to places&lt;br /&gt; Of the unknown and set us free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within my dreams I heard your&lt;br /&gt;Voice echoed and called my name&lt;br /&gt; Our love made us laugh in the&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine we cried in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We reached for the moon and stars&lt;br /&gt; Up above in the nightly twilight&lt;br /&gt; When two hearts comes together&lt;br /&gt; With loving arms to hold us tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In this moment you looked into my&lt;br /&gt; Eyes and your words broke my heart&lt;br /&gt; Then the long goodbye slipped from&lt;br /&gt; Your angry lips to break us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-4534631112352346649?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4534631112352346649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2586721514304757667/posts/default/4534631112352346649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Your voice said ‘I love you’&lt;br /&gt;It made my heart pound&lt;br /&gt;You whispered my name too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me in your&lt;br /&gt;And put kisses on my face&lt;br /&gt;My mind filled with thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Just before dawn we embraced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning mist has fallen&lt;br /&gt;In crystal drops of dew&lt;br /&gt;The birds has awakened&lt;br /&gt;In my window there’s the sky of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;©Johanna Fields June 27, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2586721514304757667-643005988466316018?l=johannaspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/643005988466316018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://johannaspoetry.blogspot.com/2009/06/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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