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"Just because you don't see it, doesn't mean it isn't there.
Sometimes you need to go in-between to get a better view"
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"Sometimes it is not what you see but what you feel and know that gives comfort."
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"Watching the branches and its leaves lightly sway in the wind
mystically grounds me and raises my awareness."
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"In-Between"
The sun will shine and give you warmth if you open your door;
The moon will guide you through the darkness of the night;
And in-between day and night, you are on your own;
Here close your eyes and come in-between where it is safe;
Search me in all your senses-touch, see, hear, smell, taste, instinctively, intuitively;
In your dreams, imagination, thoughts...create details beyond reality;
For there is no reality, I am not real;
Yet, I am here.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"My Self and Beyond"
Take a deep breath . . .
I search for truth beyond what we see, hear and feel in this physical world.;
Fear not to delve in the unknown for that is where you will find who you are;
Along with the answers, messages, visions you need . . .
It is a beautiful feeling to KNOW that we live forever.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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The Path
The Path is about connections, a search for truth, love, a passage through life . . . and death.
The path is about taking a deep breath and retrieving back the childlike high-spirited and playful feeling.
It is about becoming one with nature and reminding ourselves that life can be beautiful. The path is a reminder
for us not to lose our imagination, and, to look and believe beyond what our eyes can see. The path is about
standing up for what we believe in, and pushing forward to make things better.
~Judy Bragg Pardo
"jude"
Fall 2002

The following poems I wrote sometime in the 1980s.

"Color My World "
My life's palette contains many hues that color my world:
RED for my love and passion.
BLUE for my solitude and loneliness.
BLACK for the negative things in life.
GREEN for every new day I awake.
WHITE for all my innocence and beliefs.
PURPLE for hope for my family, friends, the world, for life after death and reuniting.
YELLOW for all the unpredictability, that I even create myself.
ORANGE for the dreams, fantasies, and frenzies that accompany me.
BROWN for my depressions and sadness upon myself, my family, and of my own creation.
NEON FLOURESCENT for all the ups in life, real or artificial.
My palette is complete, yet I know not the path of my colors.
As my soul searches through life, it continues to color my world.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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Soft wind whispering in my ears
Telling me tales from afar.
Echoing voices in strange tongues
But conversations seem to be the same:
STRUGGLE IS EVERYONE'S EFFORT
FREEDOM IS EVERYONE'S GOAL.
CHANGE IS EVERYONE'S NEED
DEATH IS EVERYONE'S DESTINY.
Life's answers lie in the stars, not the wind.
And in the souls of the dying.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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A friend is like a wave in the ocean who will come forward to lend a hand,
and yet will stay afar when solitude is needed.

by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"My Menagerie"
Little glass animals floating through the air;
Bucking up their heals and laughter they share.
Among the pretty balls of colored lights that cast a flare.
This is my world, until the wind catches them in its snare;
And then my imagination soon becomes black and bare.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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Be true to your heart and thoughts as well as to others who hear and see you.
Cleanse your thoughts as you do your body.

by Judy Bragg Pardo

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When the birds above and crickets below sound of harmony
And the cool breeze has swept up the warmth
As the darkness creeps and captures the light
Let the memories of today, open my day of tomorrow.

by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"Growing"
There were two seeds that were planted side by side. With the nourishment from
nature -the sun, rain and soil- they each began to sprout and grow. The one plant was a little taller than the
other and thought it would protect the smaller one from the hot, summer heat rays. The smaller plant
couldn't grow to its fullest extent because the tall plant's shade. It became sadder by the day and began to
wilt and turn brown as its inner most being could not bloom. The tall plant seeing what was happening,
realized that each started out as a separate seed. Each one had the capability of taking care of oneself
and that in protecting it, the tall plant took something very important away that was needed in
the other's growth. The tall plant began to straighten up and allowed the other plant to get strong again.
In time, the smaller plant grew as tall as the other one and bloomed into the most beautiful flower.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"The Encounter "
You are strange from head to toe.
Have you come as friend or foe?
I have never seen anything like you, before;
I don't know if I should stay or go.
But your eyes are kind, in this they show;
Friend, yes, and in time, you, I will come to know.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"My Menagerie"
Little glass animals floating through the air;
Bucking up their heals and laughter they share.
Among the pretty balls of colored lights that cast a flare.
This is my world, until the wind catches them in its snare;
And then my imagination solo becomes black and bare.
Judy Bragg Pardo

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People have different images and expressions of beauty and love:
Some write them down,
Some paint them,
Some can say them,
Some can act them out naturally,
And some keep them locked away forever . . .
by Judy Bragg Par do

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The shadow that stalks me is of the past and forever follows me.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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My freedom, my peace of mind, has always been walking
in natures woods and mountains, or gazing at Neptune's
ocean's river. Listening to what comes natural to
sounds and to silences. When there is silence, you
can feel free to talk. I have also found these wonderful
gifts in writing and my art work. My inspirations. As
God created the woods, lakes, oceans, sunsets, sunrises . . .
I can create and capture my inner most feeling in these
works. God must be a beautiful person!
For when I create, I feel this way.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"The Dandelion"
Some say a dandelion is nothing, but a common weed;
That they are unwanted and disrupt the green.
Some go unnoticed until the yellow flower submerges;
Kissing the sun and glittering under the moonlite.
Thirsting and thriving from the bottom of the earth;
They look like little circles of gold attracting on the male bee.
But when their beauty is gone and they grow old and gray;
Dandelions once a family, stand now, alone.
The wind will come soon and spread their seeds to afar.
Dancing in the air until a new home is found.
And the dandelion will be once again unwanted by all, except,
The comfort of the male working bee.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"A Vision"
I once had a vision . . .
I was glazing in a stream
Fixing my hair in the water's mirror
When the image of my face started flowing down the stream.
I ran along the bank
As to try to catch up
My face disfigured by the ripples.
There advancing toward the edge
Of a waterfall.
It smoothly flowed over.
In horror, I watched my face
Fall and separate
Broken into pieces.
I once had a vision
And upon this vision's departure
I found . . .
I could not see
I could not hear
I could not . . . breathe.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"The Climbing Vine"
Climbing vine, what do you seek so high in the sky?
You search for wisdom that only the moon and stars know.
You will flourish and combat until you succeed and grasp the ultimate top.
And when the expectation no longer remains, you can climb down, and again, wander upon the rest of us.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"Going Back"
Traces, faded faces, you were homeward bound
Just to find out you were a stranger in town.
Have I changed so much as not to be seen?
Memories folded in a book and pressed in between.
Time has taken its toll, but that's okay
For I remember you and all the yesterdays.
There are too many changes through the passing years
Going back, your space has been taken, have no tears
Home is where you live now, and that is where your life will blossom.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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"The Love of My Life"
Come hold my hand and fly away with me
From our dreams and fantasies, we encircle in a funnel of reality.
For what is real?
You and me in a cloud of gold dust.
I see in your eyes your inner most beauty
That brings love and peace to my mind and heart.
A love that picks me up and twirls me in a spin
Only to gently bring me down, embraced in your arms again.
My everlasting sunshine.
The love of my life.
by Judy Bragg Pardo

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Others Writings/Poets/Songwriters

 

"SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE"

Voices, a thousand, thousand voices
Whispering, the time has passed for choices
Golden days are passing over, yeah

I can't seem to see you baby
Although my eyes are open wide
But I know I'll see you once more
When I see you, I'll see you on the other side
Yes, I'll see you, I'll see you on the other side

Leaving, I hate to see you cry
Grieving, I hate to say goodbye
Dust and ash forever, yeah

Though I know we mus be parted
As sure as stars are in the sky
I'm gonna see when it comes to glory
And I'll see you, I'll see you on the other side
Yes I'll see you, I'll see you on the other side

Never thought I'd feel like this
Strange to be alone, yeah
But well be together
Carved in stone, carved in stone, carved in stone

Hold me, hold me tight, I'm falling
Far away. distant voices calling
I'm so cold. I need you darling, yeah

I was down, but now I'm flying
Straight across the great divide
I know you're crying, but 'Ill stop you crying
When I see you, I see you on the other side
Yes. I'll see you. see you on the othe side
I'm gonna see you. see you on the other side
God knows I'll see you, see you on the other side, yeah

I'll see you. see you on the othe side
I'm gonna see you. see you on the other side
God knows I'll see you, see you on the other side, yeah
I wanna see you, yeah, yeah, yeah, see you on the other side
God knows I'll see you, see you on the other side, yeah
I'm gonna see you. see you on the other side
by Ozzy Osbourne

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The music isn't found in the song, because it lives in the soul. Any1 can hear the music, but
so few truly listen, and feel the power it possesses Love41Another Peace&BeWild....Musicis the Key.
by Christine Boatman

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The following are some poems by my sister, Maryann Bragg Linde.
She gave our mom a booklet of her poems and stories for Mother's Day.
My sister ascended into spirit September 26, 2003. I miss her!

Words
Words can tell a story;
Words can profess a love,
And words can in form,
But, words that come
From within the heart
Are words that will always e
Forever held close and tight.
They reflect a feeling, a desire.
The tell of a love or of a hurt;
But most of all, heartfelt words.
Reflect an inner being,
One you cannot see;
A being that wants to share
Their words for all to see.
So to you I give with love
My words that come from my heart.
Maryann Bragg Linde
8:18 a.m., 5.14. 2001

 

 

Happy Mother's Day Mom
Many years have past since you gave me birth, life.
Many things have happened and we both have made
many changes in our lives. One thing that has never
changed is my love, respect and honour for
you, for you are my role model, my mentor, my friend, my
confident. For this, Mom, I thank you.

Only as I became a mother, did I realize how difficult
a job you had. The responsibility of caring for and
guiding a young life into a responsible, caring,
loving adult is more than anyone can conceive. You
did a fabulous job, Mom. For this, Mom, I thank you.

The years have passed by so fast, yet the memories of
your sacrifices are clear. Your untold hours of work to
give us things to enrich our lives, the sweat you poured
making our home comfortable and a place of love, the
sacrifices you made to assure we didn't do without the
necessities of life, and the tears of hurt we never saw
when we hurt you out of rebellion and selfishness. For
this, Mom, I thank you.

Hurt use to fill your heart when, as rebellious teens, we
forged forth to prove we were adults, though still in a
child's body. You tried to protect us from harm, but
NO ONE can be with an adolescent constantly.
Looking back, I can see your heart breaking with each
rebellious act, yet, when we fell down, you were always
there to brush the dirt off our knees and bandage our
wounds. For this, Mom, I thank you.

Everyday I wonder how you were ale to accomplish
raising responsible, loving, caring children. We are
grown up now, Mom, with children of our own. We
now know why we got that spanking, that two weeks
restriction, and even why we had all those chores. We
received these gifts from all the love you had in your
heart. As youngsters, we never realized that you were
preparing us for the real world that can be cold, hart,
and, at times, cruel and disappointing. For this,
Mom, I thank you.

Realizing what it is to be a good mother is something
that no one can place into words. It is reflecting on
what you have done for the love of your children, to
lovingly, and at times, sternly guide them to take
their place as responsible, caring, loving, productive
adults. Without realizing it, you have become a role
model for all to admire. Sweat, tears, laughter, hugs,
sacrifice and pride all sparkle in your eyes. My life
with you I hold dear. For this, Mom, I thank you.
Maryann Bragg Linde
(Maryann gave this to our mom on Mother's Day)

 

 

Thank You God
God so holy, God with might,
To you I pray every night
Protect those whom I love
With angels coming like a dove

Care for my grandson and my Dad
For their death has made me sad;
But I know they're in your home
And their souls don't endlessly roam.

Thank you God for loving me,
For sending Jesus for Man to see,
Your love abounds to all, not some,
So in eternity we may come.
by Maryann Linde
Monday, August 30, 1999

 

 

 

Thoughts of the Dying
So sick, so tired
Too much hurt i don't desire
Let me go, Let me come
To find and feel welcome.

I need no pain,
I need no hurt,
Tired of fighting
Wanting to come home.

"You're NOT done,"
Father says to me
"You have work to do,
So you cannot come."

I didn't understand,
But now I do.
Here to make a difference
And make this place new.

So I will stay
And finish my work.
When the time is right
Home I will come.
by Maryann Linde
Thursday, May 09, 2002

 

 

Now?
Flickering lights and soft breeze,
So what is it I see?
Is it real or in my mind?
Has God finally decreed?

Getting cold and yet so calm;
Think it is time for me
To see if I can go
and be in peace forever.

Bright white light, tunnel too,
Here I come to find the truth,
Floating and watching from above
My body they try to start.

Then peace, happiness and joy,
I feel so at home,
Father I am so happy
Its time you let me in.
by Maryann Linde
December 23, 1999

 

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