There is a lady called Kristine Fuller-Quinn — known as “Tinkie” by her kith and kin —
and anyone else who joins her clan.
and anyone else who joins her clan.
She is an angel in disguise — with deep green eyes so wise —
one to rely on if you ever need a hand.
one to rely on if you ever need a hand.
O’ so fortunate we are — to know this heavenly “Rockstar”
— a damsel — not of this world.
— a damsel — not of this world.
Although she plays her games, and apparently chases fortune and fame —
this “oyster”-like world contains a “pearl”…
Yes — a Goddess of the moon, seeking transcendental boons —
in order to bless the weak and those in need.
in order to bless the weak and those in need.
Her heart is like an ocean, stirring all kinds of love potions —
as her hand plants rows of “compassion seeds.”
as her hand plants rows of “compassion seeds.”
She was aware from a young age, of her calling as muse and mage —
to enlighten the world with love divine.
to enlighten the world with love divine.
Using the arts as her wand, she’d create a heavenly song —
and vanish all doubt within your mind…
and vanish all doubt within your mind…
That you were somehow not blessed, nor deserving of the very best —
no, the “Tinks” would always find…
no, the “Tinks” would always find…
Lost ‘treasures’ in your heart, that set you far apart —
from the fodder of a world gone blind.
from the fodder of a world gone blind.
Yes, she inspired one and all, but especially Vali, Chris and Paul —
to be the very best they could — in this life.
to be the very best they could — in this life.
“You’re amazing,” she would say, on any given day —
she’d cut your despondency with her “knife.”
she’d cut your despondency with her “knife.”
As she prepared her divine food, and transmuted your mood —
to a world of endless possibility.
to a world of endless possibility.
Your heart would fill up, like the Tarot 2 of Cups —
and spill out all sense of false humility.
and spill out all sense of false humility.
You now stood strong like a lion, your will like hot iron —
convinced of your divine life mission.
convinced of your divine life mission.
Feeling confident and bold, your heart oozing molten gold —
and your focus with laser-like precision.
and your focus with laser-like precision.
It was the “Tinks” who brought out your best, like a transcendental alchemist —
cloaked in a robe of “motherhood.”
cloaked in a robe of “motherhood.”
But we now know, deep down — she was concealing her Goddess crown —
just so that she could do so much good.
just so that she could do so much good.
On this blessed of days, we rejoice, “hip, hip, Hare!” —
for our life has been honoured by her grace.
for our life has been honoured by her grace.
If not for her unconditional love, oh just imagine — O’ heavens above —
we’d be stuck in some meaningless rat race.
we’d be stuck in some meaningless rat race.
Thank you dearest “Tinks”, we won’t talk about your age, wink, wink —
for you shine above mundane concerns like a star.
for you shine above mundane concerns like a star.
Our focus at this time, is to celebrate you through rhyme — and tell you….
just how absolutely amazing YOU are!
(c) 2012 Paul Rodney Turner
just how absolutely amazing YOU are!
(c) 2012 Paul Rodney Turner
Tinkie Quinn
Wow such an amazing poem, in fact I believe its the best poem you have ever written. 😉