Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (94)

My Friend

When I’m unhappy, feeling blue

This world comes tumbling down

You’re the one I’m counting on

Because, you’re always around.

You understand me, overlook

Things I don’t mean to say,

There when ever things go wrong

We’re traveling the same way,

We face the world together

See each other though

Regardless of the weather

Just little me and you

I’m so happy that you are my friend.

All the way right to the bitter end

Some folks say life is a lonely ride

Not for us, we travel side by side.

Doesn’t matter what gets in our way

We see each other through from day to day

All the way right to the bitter end

 Just you and me my dearest friend.

Ingrifs Auswahl - Ingrifs Poetry (93)

Sweet sanctuary

written by daughter Leah Cunha

I always seem to end up here in this sweet sanctuary,

I always seem to end up here, alone, with only me.

In this small place, so peaceful, a world that’s truly mine,

This place, this space so silent, where time’s hard to define.

Where I can think and ponder, or say a little prayer

Where I can cry in anguish, wishing you were there.

Where I can laugh at memories, or have my soul’s complaint,

Where I can lie in solitude, when I am feeling faint.

Where harmony is found, and lines are soft

Upon my wondering mind,

Where dreams take place, and hopes are made

When you I cannot find

Where seasons I see while years pass by

And new sweet songs appear

Whenever tragedies fall

Or joys are found, Yes!! I always end up here.

And where’s this place? You ask me now

Where all my secrets bloom, I tell you softly—

This small place is the sanctuary of my room.

Ingrids Auswahl - ingrids Poetry (92)

 

                         Gentle Jesus                               

set to music                                                  

Gentle Jesus my friend I heard someone say

Gentle Jesus she saw thee cry

For the sins of the world do grieve thee so

Gentle Jesus I understand why

The blood you shed, sinful souls to safe

From a cross fell like heavens rain

But the Children you love do not hear thy voice

Gentle Jesus and cause thee pain.

Gentle Jesus my friend I was reading to day

Asking: Jesus how can a God cry?

For the sins of the world do grieve thee so

Gentle Jesus I understand why

 For this earth you created, thy children to please

The heavens, sea, land and plain

But the children you love, do not heed thy commands

Gentle Jesus and cause thee pain.

Gentle Jesus my friend soon the time is at hand

You will come to the earth once again.

The earth shall be freed from all sorrow, all sin

Thei might in righteousness reign.

Mother earth shall no longer endure hate and pride

All men worship thee Jesus our king

 Sanctified this our world for a thousand blessed years

A new anthem each happy heart sing.

Ingrids Auswahl - Ingrids Poetry (91)

                                                  Come

Come in to my parlour said the spider with a grin,

Well! the poor fly fell for it and she flew right in

Flew into that web of danger, could not get back out

Friends take care,

Don’t you be falling for the spiders clever calling.

Sunday morning

                                  

The clutter in the kitchen, tells of the day begun, she’s cooking oatmeal porridge

For daughter, dad and son, brewing herbal tea now, to make us warm inside.

She’s frying us some bacon, Oh, smell of sweet delight, allthou I’d love to stay

Right here in my warm bed, the smell of fresh fried bacon is going to my head.

If I don’t get up promptly, I know without a doubt, my brother dear will eat it

    And I’ll be missing out! So up I get and ready, as quickly as can be.

                   To get my share of bacon and cup of herbal tea.

  

The Lot

When life is in a tangle, the brain is in a knot.

The heart is in a jungle, the soul inside a pot.

And oft folks fail to comprehend

How they gained all they’ve got?

It’s pretty clear some folks came here

To order once, twice, sometimes tries

A helping with the lot.

Point of view

A fun Song for children

Hear the Kookaburra chuckle in the old gum tree;

Rain or shine he's always fine; He's happy as can be.

Could we be like him, could we but have his point of view,

We would flap our wings, bob up and down and chuckle too.

Chorus: :I La La La La - La La La La - la la la la  I:

See the parrots have a party in our apple tree;

Munching apples by the score for breakfast, lunch and tea.

Could we be like them, could we but have their point of view,

We would find that they don't mind if we were munching too.

Chorus.

Mother magpie sings so sweetly by the old tin shed,

It's a brand-new day, get up don't be a sleepy head.

Could we be like her, could we but have her point of view,

We would greet each brand-new day and sing a sweet song too.

Chorus.

Days are good or bad, are fun or sad, are gold or blue;

Life is life, it’s up and down, we hope and struggle through

Still the fact remains, in all we ever say or do,

In the end it all depends upon our point of view.

In the end it all depends upon our point- of -view.)

Chorus.