Quote of The Day

Repeating gossip always ruins the truth.

The Spirit of The Goddess

Time today live it like there will be no other.
Love like it’s the last day of your entire life.
Unlatch a broken door of the heart of another.
With happiness is a long journey of strife.

There’s a touch of hope to dream with in.
Watching the leaves on a limb in the wind.
Beyond searching this soul in shadows of sin.
An angry sea captures it’s waves over again

The spirit of Goddess awaken the angels above.
Escape to places to the unknown in a true love.
The rose petals that has fallen with the cold frost.
As always a river of no return a love been lost.

© Johanna Fields 05/28/08

"Time" Katuata Poem

Age beyond youth
Life's personification
Rotation of time

Priceless privilege
Looking throught the hour glass
Ticking hands turns grand father clock?

(c) Johanna Fields 05/22/08

The Promise Land

There is a great day coming from heaven above.
We don’t know the hour or day, it is the end, thereof.
To stare in awesome of the wakening of the cloud.
See his face, a glorious sound as we shout out loud.

Would you reconcile or have a change of heart?
He is the alpha and omega, his love will not part.
On that great day the saints will be homeward bound.
Angels will sing praises and the trumpets will sound.

That great day we’ll be able to see how heaven will be.
The streets are paved in gold and our Savior to see.
In the firmament, He’ll say, “Come who had faith in me.
”The divine truth that will set the devoted believer free.

The deliverance from sin, in the twinkling of the eye.
The great day coming will be a blessing on high.
My work on earth is done, no more walks in the sand.
Thank you, My Lord, for your love, I see the promised land.

© Johanna Fields

Age (Haiku Challange)

Life's journey through time
Memories measure keepsake
Age treasured possession.

(c) Johanna Fields 5/14/08

To Remember

My Mother smiling as we stroll out
in the garden that she did love.
She would look over her flowers of
prize roses as they took in the sun.
Often she would phone a friend to visit
for iced tea enjoy her company in the afternoon.
The next door neighbor's son would bounce
a ball he'd climb the fence whistling a tune.

1. Garden 2. Mother 3. Sun 4. Looked 5. Out 6. Phone 7. Climb 8. Ball 9. Smiling
10. Flowers
(c) Johanna Fields 5/14/08

Spring Pollen Tanka Poem

Author of flowers
Green foilage yellow blooms
Dandelion wild
Wind blowing spring pollen
Bowing heads to rhythm of rain.

(c) Johanna Fields 05/09/08

Missing You

Mother's Day


Missing you is like a bear wanting the
Taste of sweet honey on a winter day.
If there was no spring flowers to bloom or
If all the pretty robins had flown away.


Missing you through rainy weather
When each drop is falling on my face.
There the love of an angel flying
Her voice is calling with wings of lace.


Missing you when the roses open up
To its full beauty so real that I can see.
You touch the morning dew as it falls
It mists the earth through a silky breeze.


Missing you when the wild berries ripen
Upon the thorny vines in summer sun.
You pull at my heart strings with tugs
In life's miricle we had our share of fun.


(c) Johanna Fields 05/05/08

Dedicated to my Mother: Leona Flossie Blackburn

Picture Perfect

In stillness holds its beauty
Makes a heart want to sing
The gardener hands that show
A decor what God will bring.

The spirit of the season that
Lies great tiding of love to be
In sweet fragrance of blossoms
To flourish Mother Earth so free.

A lovely hat shades the sun
After lobor of the day is done
Welcomes the freedom of life
For our Creator a privilege won.

A picture perfect of imagination
So impressive to one's mind
Each stolen moment gives us
Peaceful setting offering of time.

(c) Johanna Fields 05/02/08