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​The world through my eyes and writing.

A LIGHT UPON THE HILL

​Atop a hill, a citadel stood
For a brief, moment in time
It gleamed.
A shining light of hope
The chance of freedom from despair
 
Its rooms filled with grace, dignity and laughter
From inside, intelligence and wit touched the world
History will mark these years
And agonize over what came after
When faith was lost in the land
 
When the suffering of the many
Came from the choices of a few
And the apathy of others
Helped usher in what was to come
A world of demigods and destruction
 
Lost was clean air and water
The rivers carried the dead
The poor, elderly and young suffered
By the hands of the God of Greed
All mourned the loss of what was.
 
Those who’s hate and fear
For a time reigned the land
But history will remember
The shining light that once was
Upon the hill.
 
Before destruction came
When the world still had a chance
When peace was a possibility
If, fear and hate were beaten
And the demigods hadn’t won
 
I mourn the loss already
Before its completely gone
My heart still hopes
Because, some will fight
For freedom, love and dignity
And what the light upon the hill can be.

THE HUMMINGBIRD

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​If I could be any bird
I’d choose to be a hummingbird
Sapphire tail with gilded crest
Emerald wings and ruby breast
 
Never landing never grounded
Like other birds who are bounded
Always to walk or glide entwined
By natures choosing for their kind
 
They never flit or flutter round
Must always walk or fly around
Forever forward or on the ground
Brightly feathered or dully browned
 
They’re not cloaked in colors of jewels
But held by all of nature’s rules
No nectar of the sweet flower
Grain, seeds, and bugs are their chowder

Marta Moran Bishop copyright 2018

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THE DANCE

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​We’ll dance among the stars tonight.
 Weave webs of shimmering light
 Across the clouds our feet will fly
 Tripping the light fantastic
 
 Singing our songs of hope and love
 Our voices filling the air
 Silver notes of glistening sound
 Making waves of light and joy.

 From star to star we’ll weave our web
​                                       Gleaming strands of golden net                                                                               Leaving behind a trail of light                                                                        For those who’ll join our dance                                
 Copyrighted 2012 Marta Moran Bishop



Imagine a place where animals and trees can talk. A place where people are kind to each other and take personal responsibility.
Imagine a place of joy and innocence.


Today, I saw my hawk again. I call it mine because it always seems to show up when I am driving and thinking about the future and where it will take me next.

There it is in front of me. Sometimes it fly's over my car circling or flying nearly into my window, it seems it wants to make sure I know it is there, before it fly's to the front of my car, leading me on. It is as if it is telling me, follow me and you won't get lost.

The Native American's tell us the hawk will lead us between the spirit and the earth. I believe this may be true, life is full of many mysteries. But what I do know is my life is changing, as life always does.

New possibilities are springing up and I am focusing more and more on my inner being. Trying to align myself, center myself and be ready to move toward higher, brighter goals.

I am moving forward with a new purpose and strength. Remembering, the joy of life and creation, the past lessons, and discovering new ways to look at old patterns.


My furbabies.

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From left to right: Connella, Dinky, and Chrome our kids.

Connella, Dinky, and Chrome.

Raising Dinky: The herd.
Marta Moran Bishop is an award-winning author, poet. A radio show host and one of the team for Owl and Pussycat promotions.
  • My World
  • My Books
  • Owl and Pussycat Promotions
  • New Releases
  • Dinky: The Nurse Mare's Foal
  • Guest Blogs
  • THE DIVIDE
  • Author Interviews
  • The Divide - Dawn Rises