Bearly Whispers.................with Monica's Attic Treasures
Stew.... Music ~ ♫ Tanabatasama ♫
 Stew He took his yellow teddy
And paced upon the floor, Oh teddy, yellow teddy What is the dark time for.  Here, let's lift your sleeping cap
Your head is way too hot, Don't think so much and stew You can't control the lot.  Here, I will pat your forehead
While you just softly pray, You'll soon be fast asleep It's really all okay.  |
Little Stew was feeling blue So he gripped his pillow tight, But, that just didn't help So, he got up in the night.  Yellow teddy whispered, soft
As teddies always do. Relax, Oh Stew, you must let go Don't fret and toss and thrash.  Well, you can't control a thing
So, give it all away, Love is more important Than all you think today.  There, now you are relaxed
Your heartbeat's getting slow, Stew, the rest will always come When you know you aren't alone. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 10th March 2011 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au |
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~ Tattered Hugs ~ Music middle click ~ ♫ Somewhere ♫
 He thought he heard a whisper then
And looking, saw on high, "Hugs for five cents here" But, that just made him sigh.  And, so he climbed to search for it
Looking high and low, Hunting for a love that's true A love, that he could own.  Just plonk down very hushed
And turn your eyesight to the sky, Then ask for perfect love, Falling from on high.  Please do come, I need you so
I want to understand- Then suddenly, the love was there S0meone touched his hand.  |
Tiny Tatters, sat in tears Needlin' some love, His heart a little ragged Longing for a hug.  For Tatters was without-
The means that he could buy, Love, to keep forever, Love, that would not die.  He found a little bird, that chirped
Oh, Tatters, truly 'tis You cannot search for love- To find its sweetest kiss.  So, Tatters sat quite still
And with an open heart, Poured aloud his tender soul, Please, where'er you are.  He was so overjoyed
he cried, I heard your every word, I heard you, love is true- Oh, bless you, little bird  |
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~ Sarah And Truffles ~
 Sarah and Truffles 2. Oh, Sarah, lovely Sarah
Aren't you missing just a touch Why so beary bare, all fluffy I don't want to make a fuss.  4. Ah, that is so much better,
You're looking beary nice, But, Sarah darling Sarah, Please, I need advice  6. Although you hug me beary tight
Little Truffle softly sighed I'll still get wet and blowed about There's no-where I can hide  8. Just climb up on my knee
Then jump here on my arm Clamber to my shoulder So you'll be kept from harm  10. There, now you are protected
Here covered in this way So you'll always be secure And never feel afraid  |
1. Little Truffles had a secret He was a little feared So he snuggled up to Sarah To whisper in her ear  3. But, oughtn't you have a beanie on
The pink one with the rose, It's such a pretty colour And sure sets off your nose.  5. I do not have a bonnet
I'm all out in the cold, I can't get warm, I'm all unsafe E'en though my hand you hold.  7. Hush Little Truffles, Sarah murmered
I have a plan so neat Don't worry little Truffles You'll soon be in the pink.  9. Now tuck yourself right under
There's room beneath my hat If you just pull it on Then you'll be safe like that  11. There's always lots of room, my sweet
In the shelter of the One Who stretches beary wide their self With such a lot of love. Soft whispers from Derry's Heart Poems © 17th Feb 2011 heartwhispers@iinet.net.au |
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~ Yasmin ~ Music ~ ♫ Home Sweet Home ♫
 Yasmin Oh, who will have a little room A nook for darling bear, Someone very special With lots of loving care. She tries to squirm and snuggle in Her things, for sweet comfort The case so very full With all that she has brought.  But, her case is spilling out Li'l Yasmin can not fit, She tries to squeeze back in But oh, she just won't fit. And then she feels so sad Because how now can she move, How journey to a place, Whatever can she do.  Then from above, a hand comes down
And plucks her from it all, Suddenly there's love for her A Dear one heard her call. And now all safe and snug, The lonesomeness is past, Treasured, wanted, cuddled Little Yasmin's home at last.  |
Yasmin has a leather suitcase A case is all she 0wns, Yasmin lives within her case All because she has no home. She is made to love by loving hands, But where for sweetest Yasmin. Is there one with arms held wide To draw this darling in.  In the fragrance of her treasures,
Her pillows, gloves and beads, Her posy, doily, jewels Everything she needs. It's all so very pretty Her reminiscent self, The colours are just perfect, Of beauty one can tell.  So she sits and softly sighs
Longing for a home, Somewhere warm and cozy To never be alone. Oh, where can Yasmin live To soothe her little heart, With someone sweet to love Oh, shall she journey far.  |
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~ Whisper ~ Music Click ~ ♫ Detalhes ♫
 ' Whisper ' Monica's Attic Treasures Her song had gone, her feathers drooped Her eyes looked only down, For there was naught to live for No joy for her was found. The darkness round her pressed The night was long and still None came near to talk to A tiny tear spilled.  Her gentle heart then fluttered She stretched her wings, then hopped, A hope now sprung within her As on the bar she bopped. Whisper stayed right near With words, so sweet and soft, Come little one, be free Come now and soar aloft.  Whisper's heart was overflowing Hearing little bird's delight So stood in admiration As the little bird took flight.  |
Little Whisper sat quite still, Hearing sorrow on the wind, Then looking upward saw the sadness A tiny bird, there caught within. The little bird was lonely Trapped there inside the mesh, Her tender heart beat slowly Longing to be blessed.  But, then a Whisper came A soft and fluffy touch, A Whisper came right to her To offer her some love. Whisper rattled at the lock And swung the gate out wide, Then Whisper softly urged her Come now, come outside.  Your heart is ever precious You're loved, you're beautiful, The love of all the heavens Whispers, I love you, love you. Little bird was happy And sang a thank you song With Whisper as her friend She knew that she belonged.  With joy she flew about With twitters full of glee, 'Oh Whisper thank you, thank you True love has set me free.' Soft whispers Derry's Heart Poems © 29th Jan 2011 |
