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In These Feathered Fields

Walking across soft fields

in colored songs not black or white

I meet ten million souls

Who dance my arduous plight

mountains of whispering feathers

flitter all about

until one by one these sweeping dreams

rest on the ground, worn-out

but as the last wilted feather falls

souls begin to shout

while I lift my weary head

they don’t let my flame go out

each hands me back a feather

to give me needed peace

making me immortal

they don’t let my music cease

they bless my final dance

and willingly outpour

a love filled last hurrah

but they’ve given so much more

you see

a journey such as mine

ached for faith restored

and as I say goodbye

my soul now freely soars

in these feathered fields

through these open doors

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak

Copyright 2009

Posted 1 year, 2 months ago at 11:17 pm.

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Hidden Dreams Can Sometime Be

A dream it inches in the wind

not knowing the way it flies

it finds a place for tired wings

then left alone it dies

never to be seen again

until that time

one day when

the wind swoops down

and lifts the dream

to a place it will be seen

It teaches it to fly again

without the power of the wind

Now the dream floats freely

on it’s own

and finds it’s rightful place

it’s home

a place for all the world to see

that hidden dreams

can sometimes be

what drives a soul

a destiny

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

I was completely inspired to write this poem for Susan Boyle http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY from Britain’s Got Talent 2009. She truly moved me to tears with her performance. Congratulations Susan!

Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 5:23 pm.

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Your One Thing

If you were put on this earth to do just one thing,
What would that one thing be
Would you arch your back to the moon
And belt out a passionate Dion tune
Would you fly to Africa
Or go around the corner to feed those hungrier
Would you fundraise for those less fortunate
Without glory, without praise
Would you lead the blind
Aid the deaf
Assist those inept
Or put your thoughts to paper giving out pleasure
For all to measure
Or would you gently tap humanity’s shoulder with this question
In hopes that after pondering some would take action
Does nobility exist in one or all of these
Or is the nobility knowing who you are
And what that one thing would be

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, copyrighted

Poem, Destiny: This poem was written with our own personal life’s purpose in mind. What is that you were put on this earth to do, to complete, to perfect. What is each of our contribution to this world suppose to be. We are all here to perfect something. So in very simple words, I ask this question in this poem. What is your one thing. I don’t mean that we are here for literally “one” thing, rather I’m speaking of our overall life’s theme.

Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 5:17 pm.

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When A Son Loses His Father

Now that he’s without him
what is he working for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With working came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he’d call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He’s vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says “I love you” to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, “Dad, nice to hear from you tonight”
or picking up the phone to say,
“hi dad, did you just hear”,
are calls he wished he’d made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, “I love you Dad”,
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love’s so strong, it bleeds
“Dad, in case you didn’t know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay”.

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

Song Lyric Version of

When A Son Loses His Father

(VERSE ONE)
Now that he’s without him
what is he workin’ for
He had never truly realized
His dad drove him to want more
With workin’ came acceptance
replaced emotions he concedes
and his father unavailable,
he kept his schedule filled with deeds,
When his father passed away
it really broke him to the core
just learning he and his dad
had things in common they stood for

(CHORUS)
His dad had loved unconditionally,
despite his character flaws
and perhaps was thinking he’d call his son
when the winter thaws
but winters came and went
and neither reached to call
yet they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
His imperfect life with his Dad,
is now the oddest gift he treasures
He’s vowed to be a father
for his sons to proudly measure
He says “I love you” to his kids,
and has being saying so for many years
then thinks of what he missed
with his Dad,
and it reduces him to tears
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned

(VERSE TWO)
When a son loses his father
a part of himself fades into the light
as do the words he rarely stated,
like, “Dad, nice to hear from you tonight”
or picking up the phone to say,
“hi dad, did you just hear”,
are calls he wished he’d made
while he wipes away a tear,
Now in a prayer he says, “I love you Dad”,
to the heavens he kneels and pleads
and wonders if his fathers knows
that his love’s so strong, it bleeds
“Dad, in case you didn’t know it,
I love you more than I can say
I always tell my kids I love them
I learned that the hard way,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay”.

(BRIDGE into Final Chorus)
Winters passed into the night
like this father and this son
too late to change the way it went
too late to change a wrong, he says
“Goodbye my father,
I love you more than I thought I might
and Despite my life’s hard journey
in my heart there’s only light
and to have this love in me,
you must have done a few things right”

Although winters came and went
and neither reached to call
they truly loved each other
despite their voices being awol
Nothing can make that emptiness go
he carries the lesson learned
Knowing now to speak his love out loud
not said to be returned
“Dad, I’m sure you truly know it,
I love you more than I can say
because I always tell my kids I love them
I learned from our mistakes,
and in my heart,
my father,
you shall always stay”.

By Barbara Tremblay Cipak, Copyrighted

When A Son Loses His Father: Do you know someone who has experienced this type of gut-wrenching loss? Unfortunately this pain may be a sad truth, with some what of a hopeful ending, for many people. This was hard to write, for many reasons.

Hear “When a Son Loses His Father”

Posted 1 year, 4 months ago at 9:13 pm.

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