September puts a Spring in my Step.
Like a newborn lamb I frolic about
Running through fields of newly grown grass
With a smile on my face I sing and shout.
With Winter gone, I now enjoy you.
Beautiful Spring, I’m so glad you are out.
Strength a labor of time,
A work which breaks bones,
An effort which I have made mine,
While I work once again,
This time I work with friends,
With this I can go through the pain.
The story of my life is wild;
New interests suddenly sprout
outdated habits get tossed out;
Focus sharpens as the years pass
led by an internal compass;
Connected to that inner child,
Oh, thou art of the greatest mystery,
an enigma of time and place and space
flitting with ethereal quality.
Mind not paling stars that surround this place.
They languish in comparison to thee,
whose soul reflects from thy radiant face.
Winter's chill brings frost and snow,
The icy winds that fiercely blow,
The silent night, a starlit sky,
The gentle flakes that softly fly,
The snowman stands, a jolly sight,
Lit by the moon so fresh and white.
Trust should flow like the river –
Wide and deep, not turbulent, dangerous, murky, or dirty-
no not like the deep weedy sea-
Trust should be like a summer breeze- an unasked-for sneeze- a bird in flight-
a pleasant night- a love of things- a heart that sings-
Trust should be like an innocent child- an unplanned smile-Trust should be free.
Gwendolyn Cloyd
Bite-size Poem #41 Contest
Sponsored By: Line Gauthier
April 02, 2022
Belshazzar had a feast
before seeing the writing on the wall,
Quickly,falling,from the greatest to the least,
for dead-men,don't walk tall-
When lives are on God's scale
Only the just,live to tell the tale.
This sestet inspired by Daniel 5
| Year Posted 2010
you walked out of my dreams
into my life that day
the day that changed my life
when you became my wife
and filled my life with love
that date I met true love
Tomorrow, is Test Day;
An unknown fear made way
Went to pray to HIM seeking personal favor.
Asked HIM to bless courage
to get through, must flourish
in the tough competitive test, to be saviour.
Felt assured to get HIS
grace, fear cleared as it is.
Believed everything will be good on exam day.
Surprised to see too tough
questions knew hard enough
to attempt; perturbed thinking how to write, must say.
But someone in my mind
tells have fun, start you'll find
abundant thoughts for each question when you answer
when started to write find
supported facts in mind
with full information; amazed how I've answered.
I must tell cleared the test
all was well, no fear left;
they informed, appear for an interview shortly.
Doubts no more, thoughts refreshed
equipped for day not stressed
Confident HE'll help to face interview smartly.
~X~X~X~
WILD MEADOWS
Wild meadows left and right, guarded
by hedgerows, each side with gates,
openings on sites regarded
macro, wildlife wonders, elate's
scientist, biologist, all.
We venture into grasses tall.
Eyes wide open, and cameras
all to hand, notebooks recording.
A shout goes up, tarantulas!
Some idiot had been hoarding.
We, for them grateful; took them home,
a few snaps then straight on the phone.
Spiders safe the foray still on,
back to the field, new adventure.
Grasshoppers caught our attention,
Stridulating a strange creature.
Time moves on we check our records,
nature now, too many discords!
I am thankfully sitting tight
In delightful, peltdown sprinkle
Amid crashing, sky blue delight
Waiting now on a sun twinkle
Ready for the shine to ignite
While vowel chimes- my brain jingle
Beauty of Paris rising high
Such massive latticework is seen
At night a golden color's view
Three levels given public's try
Restaurants on levels are keen
This tower's sight could be for you
Do you not know I’ve always loved you?
That I have a good life for you in mind.
Come be with me, dear Joan, throughout your time
Your needs will be small, thy wants ever few,
To you lass I will never be unkind.
As my good wife our stay together prime.
Will you soon speak to me of thy love, Joan
Tell me that you want me as I want you
Can I endure a callous bile adieu
from thy lips most cerise, soft, tender, sweet,
from those which solely I have ever known.
Let’s share, inamorata, time is fleet.
Being and becoming are creations
Of indispensable creative imaginations
No being is, yet as it is perceived
Needing to be seen to be retrieved
Infinite as nothing, fixed as numbers
Eternal insofar as one remembers
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