tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38235722011-08-24T08:04:58.225-04:00Angle of reflectionThe angle between a reflected ray and a line perpendicular to the reflecting surface at the point of incidence.
As I reflect on the past,present,or future here is where I will post it.
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Somewhere in Time, is it you?Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-91236946963062725782010-11-25T01:06:00.000-05:002010-11-25T01:06:07.729-05:00Psalms of Thanksgiving and Praise- Beliefnet.comPsalms of Thanksgiving and Praise- Beliefnet.comBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-1113086143614474142005-04-09T18:20:00.000-04:002005-04-09T18:35:43.616-04:00I look into the day,what for am I looking?I feel an emptiness there,unfulfilled space,yesterday is full indeed,it nags me in today,I guess that's why,I just can't fill the day with today,The emptiness I feel is,the fullness of yesterday,does it seem to you, that this poem is going nowhere?except in circles?If that is so,what happens to tomorrow?I don't see it anywhere!Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-1080287812916595132004-03-26T02:56:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.064-04:00 Hope it's not too late!
I shoulda wrote earlier when my mind was buzzing with a theme,
The darkness has overcome those thaughts making them careen,
Lost everything that I was thinkin, no light left for a beam,
Not even is there a drop of juice in which I can ream,
Complete dryness now right down to each and every seam.
I hope that when I go to sleep I will see it in my dream.
And maybeBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-1064787256451612932003-09-28T18:14:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:27.075-04:00Sweet white butterflies
bouncing atop the grass
looking like they're playing
doing a lovely dance
lightly fluttering at each other
trying to steal a kiss
while dancing up,up into the sky
as if they were in bliss.Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-1058398102437248302003-07-16T19:28:00.000-04:002005-04-09T18:15:24.586-04:00Lovely Melody Lord BiroBravo, Lord Biro, oh sophisticate of words;Not every tune needs a cluster of verse.If we may whistle,hum,even la la la,or;tap our toes and dance a terpsichore,Then it seems to me our ears will delight,and not need words to make it right.Don't rack your brain for words so special,We'll deem your lovely melody consequential.~Becky~Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-1058258006815667732003-07-15T04:33:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:27.087-04:00Just beyond to far to reach and grab a hold on to bring in to keep,
a feeling so familiar haunts you like a ghost that seems to seep,
calling to your comfort zone 'it' with a nagging that just won't let go,
breaths your breath and consumes your memory's senses to flow.
Nights of old play back... I'm still here I won't go away,
do not take me lightly for I fade into a sligt decay,
as long as you Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-921397242003-04-07T05:56:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:27.102-04:00Oh Lord Biro, the world is very cruel,
but all we have is what we see to work with as a rule,
anything that can be imagined, has many time been so,
someone who went before us, does already know.
We just add a different flavor to the pot,
when we attempt to rearange life from our tymey lot,
so, don't fret over the little things my friend,
what counts is what's going on right around the bend,
and Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-920736552003-04-06T00:06:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.129-04:00There is a wind a blowin,
it feels a bit stiff,
linen's on the line a showin,
how high up the lift.
The dog he is a howlin,
at every cracklin riff,
the cat she is a prowlin,
to catch a leaf in shift.
Becky 03Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-910489992003-03-20T04:18:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.141-04:00 Who on Earth?
Who on earth has the power to accurately measure,
the time between a person's sadness and their pleasure?
And who can accurately count the hours,
it takes for their height to tower?
So, too the minutes,
it takes their reasonings to summit?
Who on earth has the power,
to accurately bring forth the hour?
And who can accurately count the hours,
before the milk sours?
So, too Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-910485612003-03-20T04:02:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.149-04:00You are only flesh and blood yet you ask from me something as if you were a God.
I know you are trying for a reaction just as a drill sergeant seeks in the soldier.
In my face, not stopping until what? What reaction are you looking for?
Crying? No not that. Anger? No not that. You want me to trust you?
`Becky 02`Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-893591542003-02-19T02:19:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.155-04:00 Oh Misery, Oh Suffering
Oh misery thy name is cursed
The Ancient of Days well dispersed
But for view of hope after a struggle
Not for a scourge, only a rebuttal
For how else to see the fairness
If not to compare bitter with sweetness.
Oh suffering thy name is blessed
The Ancient of Days has not suppressed
It is but a moment to bear in eternity's face
Resplendency and bliss will take it'sBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-869426592003-01-04T21:11:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.167-04:00 Thru Space & Time
Oh, Natale where are you dear? I haven't seen you in my sphere.
My sweet friend I'm on the wind traveling to a camels end.
For there is where this flea I'm on plans to light from yonder sand.
So on the earth is where you be no wonder that I can not see.
It's hard enough to see earth's sun at this point to which I've come.
You must have left the Milky Way, is out Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-863882122002-12-22T02:09:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.182-04:00The internet's full of love and good wishes for a happy holiday season, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year I wish to add mine to the list:
Amen & Amen to each ones song
I can add none else to sing along
except to sing a candle bright
will burn in my heart for all tonight
and continue until the year so new
continue the whole new year through
with prayers that hope and peace abound
that Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-858632802002-12-11T18:40:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.205-04:00
A snowy tale
Swirling,dancing to the ground, illume to the light of the moon.
Heaven sent, angel's plumage, covering as a white blanket.
And the great father north brings his seasoning to the table.
He pushes the bear to sleep, full tummy and content.
Everything is hidden, buried, camouflaged with brightness.
Time uses rigid overtones to make sparkling crystal casts.
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-851797112002-11-27T16:23:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.252-04:00But were it not for this, that would be love and peace abounding,
The greed for power and control continues to be hounding.
A battle here a battle there - but,
God will win the war.
~Becky 02~Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-850028862002-11-24T05:19:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.274-04:00Oh sweet earth veil yourself and secure be now,for the sun shines shallow and heats less of thy land and the trees have undressed for a long sleep. Place the sands of time in our eyes,shorten the light so we may gather strength and renewal.
Because you've given us bountifully, we preserve for the long winters nap.
As the burning embers glow memories of frolicing freely unwind.
Alike with the Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-848476892002-11-20T21:37:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.332-04:00This is for you Linda...This is the poem I wrote for you about you from the information in your MSN profile at the prose & poetry group that we are a member of. I wasn't sure if you saw it yet or not but, including it here on my blogger is a good idea also.
Linda, lovely person extraordinar,
with eyes of green and light brown hair,
a fun lovin woman who likes to chat,
but, don't cross her orBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-848222112002-11-20T12:07:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.363-04:00I've been thinking...
The world condones invisible head boxes but not physical ones.
Could it be because the invisible ones leave no mark,bruise, or scar?
Well, they do but they too are invisible.
That's what happens when people that somehow obtain power that
they can't really handle, try to control things. The truth is that humans can't handle power,
this has been proven through history. Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-846738952002-11-17T16:38:00.000-05:002008-07-04T05:42:27.374-04:00Here is a poem or rather what is called a motet which is a musical poem or song of sorts. Done almost like an opera with a storyline. I picked it because I not only love music but I love poetry and it also mentions reflection which is the name of my blogger. I have been meaning to get in here and post more and I had this in mind for a while so, here it is...
As earth's pageant passeth by,
LetBeckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-833442882002-10-22T05:46:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:28.485-04:00Stay quiet and close your eyes,
so that you may realize,
what you have accomplished,
that it was all worth while,
Now, you can keep going on,
with freshened outlook, to respond.
~Becky 02~
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-832875612002-10-21T03:51:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:28.595-04:00
Stitting on a lonely Sunday afternoon
sun setting in it's cool October way
shining like a spotlight on the amber trees
dramatically making them look gigantic
just me and my BK burger and fries
at a table under a dome of glass
music in the background soft and mellow
folk type, bringing back happy memories
for certain, a song from my past, she sings
appropriately the words add significance
Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-830926492002-10-16T21:27:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:28.711-04:00I ask myself...how did you get along before now?
Why have you looked to others for anything at all?
Do you do it to try to find your center?
There is the answer...to try to find my center on issues.
To find that balance to live with each day, or at least
until the next issue comes along.
To always be up in arms, aggravated, or anxious is tolling
on your health.
Which leads to yet another Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3823572.post-824381872002-10-02T19:02:00.000-04:002008-07-04T05:42:28.771-04:00Oh glorious month of October,
with colors brilliant and bold,
a sight for the eyes to look over,
air stirring crisp and getting cold.
Apples ripened and ready;
for sauce,cobbler,and pie;
a harvest of vegetables steady,
a sight of leaves blowing in the sky.
I wrap myself up in clothing,
against the crisp chill in the air,
memories of summer heat loathing,
but a delightful taste of the pear.
Oh I Beckyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14850076749033069881noreply@blogger.com0