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Things That Bring Joy To My Life

A beautiful crimson,red rose.
A heartfelt written prose.

Walking barefoot on a country road in the hills.
Playing in the pouring rain gives me thrills.

Wearing white lace dresses,and frilly hats on my head.
A candle lit dinner,a romantic evening in bed.

Being held in my lovers strong arms.
As he fills my heart with all his charms.

The white blankets of snow that sparkle and glisten.
The sound of the lil' whippoorwhil I love to listen.

A warm,summers breeze blowing in my hair.
The heavenly scent of flowers in the air.

Loving my family with everything in me.
And enjoying all Gods precious gifts you see.

The mournful sound of the distant train whistle so blue.
And listening to the old rooster crow loud and true.

Just all the simple things without the strife.
These are truly the things that bring joy to my life.

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- Natures Beauty -

Sunshine beams sparkles softly golden magic 
Breathtaking horizon of dreams spells casting

Feelings, faces and memories within
Shall follow the nature´s endless spin

Creeping higher morning glory rising perfect splendor 
Smiling warm rays inside hot radiance glows 

Dizzy with pleasure, tears a falling star rain wet drop of heaven
Total silence no vibration  pearls on leaves dried

Songbirds sing praise in a heavenly choir whistling tunes 
Enchanting dewdrops sparkling shivers, silver glistens 

Diamond shining clearly colors beauty awakening 
Rainbow riches polishing a heart to the highest luster 

Into a landscape of dreams and hope
The green grass will grow for another tomorrow

A co write written by Liam Mcdaid 
and Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 12.01.2015 - 
- Thank you my dear friend Liam -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 

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Summer Morning

The misty foggy morn floated in a dream
And lifted off the mirrored pond almost like a steam.
Moisture laden flowers bowed upon their stems.
Tiny gossamer carpets with sparkling rhinestone gems
Waiting for a whisper breeze to carry them away,
As subtle yellow glow welcomed in the day.
Iridescent dragon flies swooped by and hovered there
Above a water lilly’s bloom opening in prayer,
And as I  watched the magic new day softly dawning
I bowed  in peace, thankful for this summer morning.

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Springtime paints such a delightful scene Cute lambs gambol in the fields so green Warm winds whisper through the leafy trees Blossoms float down on a swirling breeze Daffodils daintily dance and shake their heads Bringing bright yellow sunshine to our flowerbeds 3rd February 2015

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Wildflowers Dance

Wildflowers dance in the soft country breeze 'neath heavens cathedral of blue.
Whilst emerald grass glistens on the hillside still wet with morning dew. 

The mournful song of the whippoorwill so sad as his song fills the morning air.
As I walk along barefoot and pick wild daisies for my long auburn hair.

I wade the cool crystal waters of the lil' country stream I so adore.
Such heavenly beauty my brown eyes behold...who could ask for anything more.

Such a peaceful quiet in the beauty of the country I have found.
As cherry blossoms float so gently like feathers that fall to the ground.

The weeping willow tree blows so gracefully as it waves to me this blessed day.
As the warmth of the sun kisses my skin whilst I wander emerald hills and play.

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Woodland Path

Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.

Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say) 
is the product of loss.

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The Raindrop

A solar wind caresses the mighty oceans blue,
Creates the waves, stirs the hearts of the true.
The spirit leaves the sea and floats on high,
To gather the dreams that make poets sigh.
When they reach saturation they at last take flight,
In search of lovers, adrift in the darkest of night.
Each dream a raindrop that freefalls though time,
Each drop a perfection, each dream sublime,
A prism to the soul or perhaps an angel’s tear,
As it floats and drifts, through the atmosphere.
Its colour and shape so clear and fragile,
Yet set on its course despite all the toil.
To replenish the land, refresh us each and all,
Oblivious to their beauty as they tumble freefall.
Each bead of perfection races to shatter,
On the land, its people and all that matter.
To wash the dry soil, to cleanse the city,
To grow the crops, dull the gritty.
Yet fail to heed its might and splendour,
When it can destroy, kill and can render.
There’s sorrow in those raindrops, so to glee,
It’s visible in its beauty-beast so plain to see.
As it gives life as it dies, a true resurrection,
The raindrop can certainly be a cruel perfection.

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My Favorite Garden

Glads and the lilies that grow very tall
Petunia and pansies...I do love them all

My favorites, however, are not really owned
Not found in the garden, but growing alone

Kissed by the sun and tossed by the breeze
Running through clover or wherever they please

Not planned, unintended, still they remain
Untouched by the hoe and watered by rain

Favorites of mine, I picked as a child
These flowers ignored, were born to be wild

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A Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

Green and warm, full of life, the forest's skirt, the Maid's delight,
where rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells, a dream in morning light.

Gold and bright, full of life, the forest's skirt and Knight's delight;
life lies in grasses high, where lovers sleep and passion cries.

White and fair, full of life, the forest's skirt of pearly white;
burrowers sleep in bowers deep, hearths alight on chill nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew;
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

The men have made the meadow home, no rabbits now play there,
no deer appear so near the roads for cars bring them dispare.

The meadow was home to many things, butterflies, birds on wing,
yet, few can dwell where men reside, the forest's skirt swept aside.

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the mist, the morning dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

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Spring Vs Summer


~Spring versus Summer~ (Rhyme) Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving And for me that really matter Because the days are getting hotter I love spring but mostly I love fall That's when I really have a ball That's when the days are just kinder By reminding me when days are just better! I hate to see spring go, And for summer to my door just to show, I don't like to feel all the heat, Because that's when my body takes the beat I prefer much better the cold weather But I like it more when we are together, Lots of rain and winds start to fall and blow, Spring is about to exit and take her bow Spring is slowly leaving And summer is swiftly arriving It makes me sad to see spring go And for summer to my door just to show. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 copyright@2007 January.31.2015

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Floral expanse

Floral expanse

Roses in vivid colours that smiled in glamour,
Red blood to be garlanded at valour,

White lilies bunching hearty and serene,
Catching lovers' fancy to the extreme,

Lavenders at the crest of mountains,
Challenging beauties of the terrains,

Merrigolds shining bright with sunrise,
Worshipping aroma to no surprise,

Dahlia, orange and yellow poppies dance,
Oleander with their pink flowers put us in stance,

Irises swayed taller on their stalks,
Bougainville like trumpets' melody outlast,

Bluebells borrowed colour from the sky,
Yellow dandelions woke up in golden bright light,

Tulips were as bright as showers,
Their beds flamed like throbbing rings of fire,

Forming shadows were rows of white flowers,
On azure coloured ground like trails of shooting stars,

Tiny wildflowers illuminated the grass,
Like jewels in the dust to nature's sarcast !

Written November 27th, 2014
For contest 'Encounter with flowers' by Anthony Slausen

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A Ship Is Safe In The Harbor

A ship is safe in the harbor,
But that's not what ships are built for.

Because in the sum of our human gleams,
We have created the vessel for our dreams.

Its purpose: to retrieve the alien shore,
To scout, seek, achieve and explore.

A ship is meant to fly and fly,
To seize the horizon and capture the sky.

And the few of us with the intrepidity,
To brave the virulent vortex velocity

We are the wealthiest of men ever to dream
And ever to combat a sea or a stream.

And the harbored ships that fritter away,
Slowly begin to rot and decay.
Never has there been a greater waste of a day,
Than that spent harbored,
Than those of us who stay.

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The Homeplace

Here further down the hillside slope
Down close to the creek with hope

My husband bought a house, land
Fenced in and made many plans

Subdued the land to cow pasture
And planted a garden, fruit trees sure

Fathered another child to call him sir
The creek seemed to like the stir

Enjoyed the children for a little while___
Loved them so that it made her smile

Today she loves grandchildren the same
No girls there are in frills ___tame

The creek keeps on flowing to the sea
The land is mostly stripped of trees

(This is my adaptation of Robert Frost's poem "The Birthplace".  I hope that it does not insult 
his work.)

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Where The Wind Blows

When Mother Earth speaks to Father Sky
She gently lets out a whisper sigh

A gentle breeze to send her kisses
Across the blue, she sends her wishes

Father Sky, please send gentle rain
To feed our children once again

She blows a kiss in perfect time
To free the sun again to shine

Then blows her petals across open meadows
Before moon overtakes sun's evening shadows

Now she sleeps, where none will know
Exactly where her wind doth blow....

Tomorrow she'll rise to speak to Father Sky
Of secrets shared upon winds lullaby

©Donna Jones

©Donna Jones

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The Mountain Speaks

(This is a "childhood" poem, written many years ago.)

High above the pristine falls
the looming mountain lifts its walls.
A monolith of stony gray,
with bulky lips, it seems to say:
"Eons passed since I've been here;
nothing have I seen to fear
while above my walls, from year to year,
about the world below I peer.
My walls so high, so steep and strong,
protect me well from all that's wrong.
Would that Man below could see
how I keep all harm from me.
Would that he could build a wall
about his home, his family -- all --
to keep them safe from Evil's charm,
which causes Man unending harm."

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This Sunset you Gifted me

I remember a sunset you gifted to me long ago an afternoon of sun,sky and sea paintbrush touch changing the sky indigo to pink golden sun turning soft was about to sink crimson sky looking down to see its reflection sea was too turning red its blue already gone few unknown birds in western sky on their last flight carrying sundrops on their wings whispered goodnight soon the sun went down and a hush engulfed all this sunset you gifted me I can still recall. ================000=================

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Below the fingers reaching, growing
Into darkness, stretching..holding

Feeding above tiny buds of green
Working day and night, beauty unseen

Preparing a mighty fortress strong and bold
To withstand battles, ancients foretold

Above saplings bend supple in summer breeze
Not realizing, soon comes winter's freeze

Life's cycles pass from season to season
Saplings now majestic, offering no reason

Below the mysterious changes take place
Green turns to rainbows, across horizons face

Encased in ice, and snow of white
They sleep, feeding both day and night

Awaiting first tiny buds of green
Below the magic remains unseen

©Donna Jones

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The lake is a plate of evening blue Here where mists of dew sprinkle the view Under lilting skies the undulating sea Stretches far beyond infinity Silent and calm, no hint of green Smooth as silk with translucent sheen Rippling blue as far as fingers can see Yet when the moon’s luminosity Fondles the surface where the wavelets flow Twinkling jewels are dew-pearls’ glow To easels of moonbeams on a crystal sea How incredibly beautiful this vignette can be... © For Brian Strand's Image Theme Contest/ 2 to 14 Lines By nette onclaud

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nature sings softly her lively recital
everything  is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
their dances visual pieces for their spring-paviour

thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance

a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound 
few snowdrops,  celandine,  white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle

appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking

the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate

(c) Elly Wouterse
(edited 12/17/2014)

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Brand New Day

Brand new day climbs up in east
Paint the sky blue..earthly feast

Yesterday`s promises being fulfilled
And those who failed,yet again rebuild

Sun yawns and stretches her sunbeams
Blessing us with life..endless she gleams

Eternal shining diamond in the sky
Worth more than money could ever buy

As the day closes..from the bottom of my heart
My dream is that we will always have a new start

April 18th 2012

I belive that Mother Nature..and mankind deserves a new tomorrow.
Fresh and charged to tackle lifes` many challenges.

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Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd

                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun

                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry

                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat

                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers

                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates

                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues

Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet

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The Lull

I seek the lull--
To feel the tranquility of the night
The hush of birds in calm respite
The quiet compose of ancient trees
The muted hymn on dulcet breeze
On quiescent ridge of nocturne quest
Find soothing balm on angel’s breath.
Abeyant mind, free of hurt or qualm
Opens to Christ when faith is strong
Fearfully reached to touch a lightning rod
But found instead, the hand of God.

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Kiss The Rain

              Kiss The Rain

I dug the earth with sharpened blade
I turned it with that hefty spade
For hours my arms did sweat and toil
To prepare for you the soil

I made it smooth with my long rake
The stones remove and clods to break
I work to make your little heads
Warm and comfy in your beds

A furrow straight and deep I draw
And place you tender in that score
I cover you, make sure your firm
Hope your safe there with the worm

And so for now my toil is done
Its up to you the rain and sun
For I have done all that I know
To encourage you to grow

From time to time I look to see
If you have broken through for me
For I would love to see again
You soak the sun and kiss the rain

R D Seal   25 Feb 13

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Leaves are beauty of the Master’s touch …beds of leaves for homes of squirrels and such Bunched by opossum in the hollow of an old oak log …arranged in a thicket by a caring mother hog They wave to a lonesome soul in the summer breeze …nature’s devise of cozy blanket in winter’s freeze And you ask me if I love leaves and trees …provides great shades for summer’s picnics, ”Leaves” Leaves have butterfly flight, floating gracefully about …catching sun’s rays bobbing multi colored with clout Golden, russet and burnt orange of autumn equinox …Beautiful LEAVES!, Thank God for nature’s clocks. In Honor of Carol Brown And Contest:

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From stark equinox, a cold wind blows
Maiden Winter closes the final rose,
Now she stands at the frosted gate
Decked in pristine robe so ornate
Dusted leaves drift from balding trees;
Crowning tiny pearls of arctic breeze.
Her wand sparks pale Eos’ quiet thrill
Quilts of eyelids wake on threadbare hill,
Soon kingdom’s carpet will turn to steel
And dashes of fairies pour a misty reel.
All snow -bound hours and icy nights
Blinkies*, a million twinkling lights
Scatter their magical flakes once again,
For powdered toes to whisk on capped lane.

And so the frigid bouquets will cling
Till crystals explode across Beira’s* wing.


*Eos- Greek Titan goddess of dawn
*Blinkies—Jamaican term for fireflies
*Beira—Celtic goddess of Winter

Fairy Tails Contest by nette onclaud

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Get Behind Me

Fall fell in and flat lined Summer’s promiscuous pulse.
“You’ve had your play now go: enough of your insults.

You sent your disastrous rain where it wasn’t needed,
And where it was, cries for your moisture went unheeded.

Get behind me and go. Earth’s inhabitants need rest.
They need quiet and beauty, and I can do that best.

Coolness and crisp color is called for; rustling leaves.
The smell of newly harvested corn in the fresh breeze,

Smashed glass stars in a cold clear black sky,
Thin lines of smoke from chimneys rising high.

They need my beauty and rest before winter’s weary, white,
to build again strength, and joi de vivre 'ere the frozen night."

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The Gilded Mountain Sea

I look across the windswept canyons, see the blazing trees. A gold and russet ocean swells beneath the autumn breeze. It surges as the highest tide to reach the mountain tops. An endless wave of beauty rushing on, it never stops. And in the sky of tangerine, its gulls are birds that glide across this sea of fantasy into the eventide. The disappearing flock of geese and waning sun imbue nostalgia that engulfs the soul enraptured by the view. My valley home, like ocean’s strip of shore, now calls to me, a voyager who must depart from gilded mountain sea.

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Reposing Roses - A Summer Couplet

Reposing roses and dozing posies exhale perfumed sighs with nearing night
as the drowsy June moon softly suffuses scent-soaked skies with languid light.

for 'Lovin' Summer' contest

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Stardust Artist

Virgin snow sparkles in the darkest hour
as stardust dances with celestial power.
Silently it rains upon mother earth
giving witness to such an idyllic birth. 

A fawn and doe now break the glaze
like tiny spoons upon crème brulees. 
Below Polaris they prance and snort,
for they seem to know the time is short.

For such a night is a rare event,
as blue light above is heaven sent.
Wondrous luminescent tranquility
trumps any earthly poet’s ability.

Now the first rays pierce the frigid night
and Orion’s bow soon fades to light.
White carpet dulls now without the luster
of a nocturnal painter, the starlight duster.

James Nichols 12/29/12

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The Whisper of Wind

              Come to me and lay down your wearies,
              In the bed of rose petals rest appease.

          The soft  voice of siren will send you in to bliss.
      'Til you close your eyes and start dreaming in peace.

           Dance with me, I'll take you in heavenly place.
       Where angels and fairies singing a song of praise.

                   Fly high and touch the ceiling of sky.
             Feel the pleasure within of nature's lullaby.

written: 5/21/2014
Contest name: it's all about nature #3
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A

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Waves Crashing Against My Heart

I nestle comfortably in the sand, 
 Sitting next to you, hand in hand.

A cool breeze, and salt in the air,
 The wind picks up and whips around our hair.

The stars glitter and shine so bright, 
 I'm glad we decided to go out tonight.

Waves crash violently against the sand, 
 This is the most romantic night you ever planned.

So simple, yet so full of thought, 
 I'm sorry earlier that we had fought.

I see that you're a love so dear, 
 I also know that I need not fear.

As we sit on this white, sandy beach
 Its the sound of peace that we seek.

Lay me down and gently kiss my lips, 
 Place a hand on either one of my hips.

A sigh of content escapes my mouth, 
 As we stare at the constellations to the South.

I wish this night could last forever, 
 As we journey on our new endeavor. 

Sadly, it won't, but that's okay.
 As we enjoy ourselves on the beach we lay.

What is it about the ocean that makes me at peace?
 With each wave, my calmness, seems to increase.

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Wide  brushstrokes  of  indigo  cross  the  waning  blue.
Behind cloud curtains the sun is trying to break through.

Playful silhouettes dance there like a sultry tease,
Peaking, hiding, laughing, smiling, trying so to please.

Colored  like  a  negligee  with  lacy  shades  of  pink
And casting flirting flashing glances, tempting with a wink.

Shining through the stage is lit with her bright  brilliant  rays.
The shafts pour down, reaching ground, among the contours play.

As bolder strokes of indigo brush down upon the shore,
One  final  slash  defiantly  appears  for  its'  encore.

Then like it came behind the shades now once again it's gone,
And whispered final goodnight kiss, I'll see you in the morn.

Jan. 31, 2013

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I am the wind thru the trees

The apple blossom on fragrant breeze

A solitary sunbeam on a cloudy day

The rhythm of life as the tall oaks sway


I am the stream teaming with life

And the orchard, sweet, when all is ripe

Before creation was spoken to be

I am that I am, and I am He

Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Spiritual

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A Bitter Plight

There, watch, the clouds part and light shafts blackest night
particles of doss drift through a ray of white.

Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, and never daunted.

I see the bitter blight of man's neglect lay
upon the once fertile field of summer hay.

I see a mighty ocean writhe and foam, die
and n'er a voice is lifted, n'er an angry cry.  

I see children put their parents out to die
and parents who accost their children with lies.

Ah, revelation unasked for, and unwanted,
coming endlessly unasked, never daunted.

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The Bird Sings

If I were a bird, would you clip my wings
then cage me away with pretty things?
And, if my wings were to be clipped
why not just burry me within a crypt,
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
For to have wings that cannot soar,
then why not nail me to the floor?
Tonight I shall make my final swan song
knowing I have been locked away so long.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant so kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So still the caged bird, she sings
without her sky, without wings.
Sometimes laments, sometimes sighs,
sometimes she whistles her own reprise.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So then curious is it, the caged thing
who finds she has the heart to sing?
Because it would seem a great strain
to be caged seems twisted and profane,
for a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
When asked, why do you sing, bird?
The answer is a simple word,
hope, for escape from behind these bars
that keep me caged from the stars.
For a cage is too small for a master of sky,
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
Birds should have no master, no kings
and love cannot be clipping wings.
But now it seems I must live confined,
in this hand crafted cage of your design,
but a cage is too small for a master of sky
I was meant to kiss the sun, soar, and fly.
So must I wait for these wings to heal
and relearn how the wind may feel.
If I must be caged, still my heart sings
of the day I can again use my wings.

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Autumn's Breeze

Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade

Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced

Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow

Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze

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In Search of Nature

Wandering past the boundaries of his small reservation,
Crescent Moon saw the land of his ancestors’ generation.

Tales handed down spoke of vast plains where buffalo used to roam,
but plains had become cities, animals had found a new home.

Most of the creatures had been captured, tagged and placed into zoos;
Anger coursed through Crescent Moon’s veins as tears from his eyes did ooze.

Tribal leaders had told him that the sky was once a bright blue,
but now smog was so thick that only faint rays of sun pierced through.

Seeing mountains in the distance, he pursued a vision quest
taking him through streets that were once the great forests of the West.

Snowy peaks he finally reached, but they were lined by ski resorts.
Fire burned in him, knowing beauty had been sacrificed for sports.

As he climbed over peaks to view a river flowing below,
he saw only tainted waters that caused his anger to grow.

Sadly, slowly, he made his way back to the reservation,
knowing there was no way to reverse what the white man had done.

Although others had adjusted to life in captivity,
he’d no longer participate in tribal festivity.

Instead he made his home in a cave behind a waterfall,
to envision his land as it once was, not a shopping mall.

*Entry for Francine’s “A Nature Tale” contest.
By Carolyn Devonshire, September 30, 2011

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Rainbow Skies

What would skies be without the mist,
Clouds colored by the dawn, sun kissed?

Such splendor rising pink and blue,
Lavender, silver, gold spun too.

Their shapes float softly through the sky
Cast in hues of Apollo's eye.

Gold, contrasts birds in silhouette
While dawn shines through their misty wet

As clouds express their sweet refrain
And we are blessed by morning rain.

When rainbows form in misty skies
Clouds present treasures for our eyes.

© Connie Marcum Wong

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Rather Small

Although it’s neither here or there
I do love the mountain air

Fresh and crisp with its own bite
The river flows through the blanket of white

It’s all in life that is pure and clean
The river sparkles with it’s own sheen

Up here in the air that is lighter than light
I open my soul through the words I write

Through my words I write out a show
For those who have never seen the snow

Every breath you take is like a dream
With eyes amazed at the beauty they have seen

You close your eyes to process it all
And realize we are rather small

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Full Moon

Her face is wrinkled, cratered, and scarred;
It’s far from flawless; agèd; hard.
But when the night is right, she’ll overflow,
For about her is an indelible glow;
A glorious white that lights the sky
As I kiss her surface with my distant eye,
And stretch out my fingers for a feel
But she steps an inch back, arousing appeal;
I wish the nights would bleed over days
So I could bathe in her luminous ivory rays.
Cursed be the sun, for when comes the dawn
With an opalescent yellow yawn.

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It's in-between and all around,
It can't be seen or even found.
It fills us up and helps us breathe,
It moves the grass and shakes the leaves.
Some days it's warm, some days it's cold,
Sometimes it's still, sometimes it blows.
It moves the clouds and stirs the seas,
It spreads the pollen and throws the seeds.
It's up above and down below,
It's everywhere we tend to go.

TLH   ©  2-14-2012

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Autumn Captured

Sitting downstream in this delightful setting
When you close your eyes there is just no forgetting

I can still see the scene that my mind has captured
The most glorious of colours leaves me in rapture

The bluest of sky seeps through a canopy I behold
Mirrored on the stream it's dreamy blues unfold

Ancient stones sit like islands in the sun
Creating ripples of motion in downstream run

But it's the avenue of colours that delights my eyes
Season after season she always leaves her surprise

Greens mix with golds, ochres yellows, reds and browns
A spectacular collage paints this bright Autumn gown

Within weeks to a month until the last leaf falls
Then her seasons move on as Winters installed

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Visit me in a dream

Come and visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

Are you floating on a cloud?

Have you found the brightest star?


I know you're with us somewhere,

Even though you can't be seen,

Painting the bluest sky,

Or among the grass so green.


As I'm wandering through the park,

Looking up at the trees,

Daydreaming of the joy you brought,

Will you visit me please?


Just send me a little sign,

White feathers on the breeze,

To let me know you're happy, free

And put my mind at ease.


Or ask a passing stranger,

With twinkling brown eyes,

A cheeky smile, and baldy head,

To nod as he passes by.


Or maybe play a special song,

Loud, on my radio,

That could have been written just for you,

About all the love we've known.


Come visit me in a dream,

And tell me how you are,

I know you're there, a floating cloud,

And one of the brightest stars.

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Ancient deity of water and sky
Hear my most unworthy cry
Know that I ask without greed or guile
To borrow your strength for a little while
Although this prayer is my desire
I only ask what is truly required
Bathing in your sacred breath
As I sit in this circle in the earth
Knowing the elemental power
I convene with you at this zero hour

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Trees in bloom
Winter's doom
Birds fly high
Against the sky
Endless shower
Season's power
Will amaze you
Through and through
As the light
Warm and bright
From the sun
Dance and run
Atop some trees
Or float on bees
Across a plain
Or in lion's mane
You will feel the power of
Mother Spring's forever love.

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Bark of Birch

The world very real but hidden from the light
Sometimes shakes the soul with fear sometimes dazzles with delight
Always it makes for awe inspiring sight
If one sees through the hidden door to view its majesty that senses will excite

The birch tree stands slender and tall
Its bark is always white winter spring or fall
It is on its bark that information hidden in the soul
Are written on so the druids it may extol

The forms as bizarre as procession of mind can intake
Are hidden beyond the sun when it is about to wake
Hidden in the spirit behind history of earth
Hidden in numbers so large their very thought can unravel existence to form new birth

As its zenith with spiritual transcendence will intertwine 
The results are sublime
The imagination almost beyond divine
As the wind of change blows through birch unveiling majesty of souls’ design

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The Royal Hues of sunset

The old Queen is losing her glorious crown Her glittering diamond tiara is going down In its prime, it shone golden, now yellowing See the crimson ball, getting soft, mellowing. Splashing colors in my sky, huge ball of paint Once scorching, now calm and pensive as a saint! As you release the long day deep in the blue sea A vibrant, livid twilight canvas, create for us to see Other side of this enchanting horizon, resting you may be Giving us the shimmering night spread, peace for mine and me!

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Morning Light

Dense fog lingers and crawls
Forrest trails lead to the falls

Cool shaded streams flow silently
Stars strewn above shine brilliantly

Morning sky flirting with night
Clouds run together dark meets light

Orange Rust Clouds trying to shine
Darkness and time staying behind

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Eagles {Birds of prey}

I am the predator you watch up in the sky
Blessed by the Lord with the keenest of eyes
I nest in the canyons high up on the walls
Keeping my babies safe from it all
When my babies grow hungry and it's time to feed
I rely on my senses to provide what they need
As I take to the sky it's so clear to see
You think of freedom while looking at me
Protected from hunters I've no need to hide
As upon the currents I gracefully glide
As I circle the sky throughout the day
I scour the ground searching for prey
When prey is spotted I go into my dive
Know that speed and accuracy are how I survive
You duck and you dodge for no use at all
With you held in my talons I fly back up the wall
Back to the nest to the fruit of my seed
For you are the food my babies need
Then back to the sky where I notice under a tree
One peaceful poet is writing of me

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There is no spoon

When the sun has set like a ball of fire
colors like a funeral pyre

crescent moon in deep blue sky
indigo blue that sears the eye

crickets start their monotonous beat
praying in the sultry heat

hand in hand and heart to heart
infants waken with a start

old man takes his dying breath
soul escapes his body's death

spiders cross doorways with their web
a work of art so filled with dread

the rapping on the midnight door
the ghost who's there was here before

a child cries out, a nightmare dreamed
realities blur and rip the seams

what may appear as solid fusion
is just an agreed upon illusion.

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Awed And Amazed

I stand in awe and contemplate nature's beauty
Deep within I feel a very real sense of duty
Awe that I can marvel at a butterfly's flight
Then from my heart be able of butterflies write

I contemplate how plants can sustain survival
Especially when it is such a dry year all upheaval
Yet God the great designer knew just what to do
To assure food, beauty, life as seeds strew

I muse on little happenings in nature
As a water droplet trickles down to nurture
Small creatures of the early morn and give sup
As they can drink from the leaf as if a cup

I meditate on God's goodness at these times
In His presence I humbly bow and flows rhymes
This meditating releases stress worry in time
I can feel the touch of the Great Sublime

I understand there is a Supreme Being
When I look at his creation I am agreeing
Of his forethought on making the earth
With all its beauty, constancy and rebirth

I stand in awe at the wonder of it all
From the Grand Canyon to an ocean squall
I stand in awe at the mountain ranges capped with snow
Of God's love for those in the valley below

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When the air becomes visible - rainbows

The sky on days become too full
And gravity will start to pull
And capture every bubble frame
While popping corks off rich champagne
The trees will fool and start to dance
And still the time on every branch
With baron shrine and fruits to bare
The wind that strokes and blows through hair 
On top-down journeys come to pause
And settle howls with loud applause
Before acceding way too fast
They leave a trail that sprouts from past
Of flitter flatters in delight
And pitter patters out of sight
Extending dreams as arms beseech
To touch the always out of reach
Parting ways, they kiss goodnight
Before the lips close way too tight
The watermarks miraged for miles
With poppy sighs and angel smiles
A substance of the rarest rare
The healing voice of hearts that care
The silver clouds left in its wake
Remain untouched for heaven’s sake
It can’t be met from anywhere
But viewed to share the secret stare
and ponder why it’s so reborn
Transparent in its naked form  
It paints the sky with gold perhaps
For all to drink from natures tap
The air contains the future’s plot
Seen at times, at others not 
It’s written in the stars you see
Eclipsed by mind and soul-ar key
Failure amidst surrounds of air
That doesn’t mean love isn’t there

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A New Coat Of Paint

There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts

Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track

Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really

When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here

Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music

Kicked up her heels in time
Red paint new drew her beaus

Well now that tired worn look
Only need new coat_paint

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Armano the Auracano

Armano the Auracano of Rock Star fame
Will never be singing on his stage again

A fan. a critter, or even a possum 
Has taken his life, he will no longer blossom

He was a handsome dude, tall and preened
With shiny red rustic feathers, and did the girls scream

A newspaper reporter asked his manager Dane
It must be hard for you, as you will miss him playing

Yes i will, things will never be the same
But another star will be born, to look after his dames

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Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold

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Star Magnolia

Star Magnolia in the winter cold
Can you give me any hope to hold

There on your branches, buds of silver
In this cold, I feel them shiver

But they are giving me a shred of hope
That soon spring will surely kaleidoscope

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Proud to be a Birdbrain

As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest. 

I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?

Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood 
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?

 Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?

Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,

or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?

As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.

And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all. 

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Winter Coat Instrumental

I'm sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
In a place we call the islands, beauty in capture finesse

It's late into the evening as I listen to the cold grey flow
So soothing in this tranquil setting, inside I'm all aglow

I take this time to pause and close my eyes and listen
For in my mind I picture the full moons rivered glisten

This winter coat instrumental resonates with echoing sounds
Pipistrelle bats and Starlings flock, the latter in roosting surround

Whilst in the distance canines bark in a language we can't even comprehend
The picking up of natures delights, in unlimited voiced transcend

As I sit through these melodic notes I begin to realise
That I am here to hear these sounds and every ones a prize

I'm still sitting by the river in the centre of Inverness
If you ever desire to sit beside me, please do, you'll be my guest

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Turtle Talk

Hop right on my back
turtle slow and green skinned bark
A journey to tag every bit left of nature
it's something I know that you can't help but do...

We'll pass up the river here soon on the right
The fish live in bubbles and cry in the night
You'll catch them with words that you've wanted to say
I'll take you there now but can't show you the way
Then we'll pass Jaw Dropping Junction and Turn
where the fork in the forest continues to burn
You'll see every mother who's lost every child
Prepare yourself now, for the fires gone wild
We'll take a left there (Watch your eyes in the smoke)
to the plateau of kindness where someone once spoke
and commenced planting saplings, to bridge to the moon
We'll reach there by morning, or latest, by noon
We'll dine with the remnants of Frick and of Frack
(the tribe of white elephant twins and their pack)
They'll trumpet of oceans gone under the sea
They'll laugh when I tell them that they can be free
For they have been sentinels long since the fire
and they'll not give up, or saunter, or tire
They hold great conferences up in Malloo
where they talk about me and they talk about you
Perhaps every human, who sets out to trod
by the skin of his birth, with no notion to laud
the immeasurable gift of all animal kin
should consider these words, somewhere deep there within:
The animals know us - they know every name
and they'd never destroy us, though we'd do the same
But one day, we'll pay for each folly and crime
with an internal conscience, do plenty hard time
One look at an orphan, grasping for breath
One ocean in oil, polluted with death
will break us with feeling and kill us in kind
for think of this thought, somewhere deep in your mind:
We're breathing the air that the animals breathe.
We take and we take and they hardly receive.
The clocks winding down and we've something to do
and that something begins here with me and with you

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The Stars

I can’t seem to find the words to properly express
My love for nature at its best

I think if I could describe one part
My favorite would be the stars

Like diamonds they sparkle and shine
Lighting the way to heaven divine

Only for one moment a cloud passes by 
You know they are there though they hide

The moon it hangs in wait all through the night
At dawn the sun brings us daylight

Again the stars go away to hide 
You know they are waiting for the night

A Universe of stars and planets too
A miraculous and romantic view

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Beautiful Day

Adoration grows tenfold, sublime serenity convenes
Above the starry skies I see legends meet
Cloaked in a whisper of a mist delighting the mind’s eye
Gently gliding towards my sight I draw a deep sigh
Contemplation of wispy memories long said
Succumbing to whimsical, perhaps unheeded shred
Great beauty insistent in its plight
Grips my very haphazard sight
Alas I cry but I look anew
Surrendering to wondrous view

Conjoining eves amid midsummer’s bathed conviviality
Intensely gorgeous plateaus encounter mystical assembly
Magnificent sceneries encompass still untouched milieu
Astonishment weathered by saturating the view
Stilled backdrops sprouting splendour inspired
Awed by intimate fervour the mind remains wired
When days have dawned and dusk has drawn 
Pray hear me do not grow untimely forlorn

For the day may draw to a close but know
Another so splendid will surely grow

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Try To Appease

Try To Appease

Perhaps in hall closets things you hide
While others may be your joy and pride
Like flowers planted coming to full bloom
Wanting people to see outside from your room.

Colors are truly dazzling as well as bright
What people end up with is pure delight
But always ever present will be the fear
Of an anxious, hungry and delightful deer.

Big bite from flowers deer has just taken
By my gracious God have I been forsaken
God, all of nature please try to appease
As I pray for flowers' safety on bended knees.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Brought To Awe

When the sun hits the bellies of the humble clouds at dusk
I'm amazed, I'm entranced, I am but a speck of dust.
When the gulf eats the sun in a nibble and a bite
all my senses stand up tall to applaud the gift of sight
When the mountains cradle shadows 'gainst the pink of sunlit trees
you will find me deep in prayer toward the one with wise decrees
And when I'm standing next to you with our two hands intertwined
I am brilliantly alive with the knowledge you are mine...

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Living the Dream

My nightmare is so vividly I dream,
The dream, it feels so true to me...reality it seems.

Exhaust and smoke are all I breathe...the air is full of smog...
The job I do is thankless toil, but I work it like a dog.

There's mercury in the fish I eat...there're toxins in my food...
And drugs, they are a constant scourge...myriads for every mood.

Bipolar is my government...a house divided 'tis...
And corporations drive both the pockets of "Big Biz".

The icecaps, they are melting...the sea is rising, too.
Pandas, condors, polar bears -- empty cages at the zoo.

My money ne'er seems quite enough...I'm always out of cash...
My freedom fled when I wed my bride...(live I under the lash).

"Entertainment"? Reality TV...maybe some vampire shows...
Or idjits becoming household names for being beachfront "ho's".

People clamor "climate change" from the seats of S.U.V.'s,
And bitter news on the honey front...what's killing all the bees?

Politicians spending more...we go deeper in the red.
Opinions dressed as "news" journalism dead?

Cell phones are ubiquitous...conversation's endangered now...
And "Kardashians" are famous girls..but who knows why or how?

How strange my twisted psyche is t'make real what must be fake...
Now'f only I could find some way to get myself to wake.

Written on November 27th, 2012
By Daniel Beus (Rebel Sun)

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Machu Pichu

A staff is more than handhold, its worn
to the grasp, trust in what fell down from above.

The llama's sure foothold fits like our staffs
in the rocks climbing upward to the top to the sky.

We risk the blaze of sun, for the wide wings of condor
soaring, spiraling, hunting for a meal, never assured

except for his hold on the sky, flight, supreme
over the rocks and tumbles and worn out straw

of season of cold passing into days of warmth.
The spindle clatter, the roil and curve of weft needle

a prayer to on high, like the spirals of rock to the sky
the sun speaking to us at feet, these are complete

to the rest and remain of our escape to safety
in the cradle of our summer retreat, waiting for stars

to fall among us, waiting for stars to carry us away
from homes built within a circle of spires, three spires

to bring the ley lines of power into our grasp, to offer
escape from the dust and dung we live in, amazed.

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Are Utopian Dreams Flawless

We are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
Politeness and manners exist as society never lets sieve

We learn to live with our neighbours amidst colours that nature has born
Living well into our tomorrows without the fear of being war-torn

Prejudice has never been heard whilst cussing never nears our ears
To walk our streets at whenever, over our shoulder you will never fear, fears

When we are born into a Utopian world where everything lives and let lives
The reason this can all come about, is purely because everyone gives

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We are born from a fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
Politeness and manner exist, sadly society has allowed them to sieve

Many learn to live with their neighbours amidst colours of nature born
Some live into their tomorrows, many enter the doors of war-torn

Prejudice appears to be worsening, cussing appears the norm
Many are scared to walk our streets as many out there have form

When we are born from the fallopian world where reasons dictate how we live
We don't enter what we hope is Utopia, many take and rarely give

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Colors of the season

Somewhere in the city beneath the BLISSFUL sun 
A gardener has planting to do with her green thumb 
WHISPERING by are butterflies with ELOQUENT colors to the eye    
Perched above on a limb the neighborhood bird begins to sigh
It declares with LILTING and TRANQUILITY a SPLENDOR to be heard
Thrusting quickly overhead a bluebird cries with DULCET words
Further down the garden path the FRAGRANT LAVENDER came WAFTING past  
The rhythmic swaying to the grass gave way to summer at last  

 Inspired by Andrea Dietrich’s “Word warrior challenge: beautiful words”

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The Leaves of Life

The breath of spring gives us new hope
after a long winter is our only way to cope

Fresh leaves are so green and new
bringing forth life in another hue

Flowers, the shade, the birds and bees
all busy with life as we look to the trees

Summer songs from the wind as the trees talk
just waiting for a couple to rest after a long walk

Here and there a yellow leaf shows its locks
the autumn season is just around the block

We loose a few leaves as we watch them fly
but we gain much more with fruit for a pie

When mornings start to get a little colder 
the colors in the leaves get much bolder

As Autumn leaves fall and hide our path
winter is around to corner to show it's wrath

Edward J Ebbs - October 7, 2011

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Clowns In The Garden

Last night I bore a troubled heart
   And prayed the Lord His peace impart...

     And dreamt I then of fancy things
       Of angel's wings, and Queens, and Kings

Of pirate ships and maidens fair
   With emerald eyes and golden hair...

     Then, flying there on wings of thought
       Was quickened homeward sleeping brought

And woke instead to cold of morn
   With worries lurking still forlorn... 

     Then, while sipping coffee's wake
       Did by the garden respite take
And playing there I spied two fox
   like stooges wearing reddened locks...

     I prayed the Lord to spare my grief
       And woke today to comic relief!

                                   Timothy I. Brumley

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Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or the sand parrotfish chew and release
D is for diatom, all seeded calcium, all float free, all denizens barely seen

E is for eelgrass, nursery meadows of the anchovy, and other browsers of green 
F is for fan worm, filter feeder like a flower, 8000 species on which fish feed

G is for giant kelp, floating on bladders of air they’re forests of cold waters clean
H is for helmet, the royalty of snails who protect our feet, queen, emperor, king

I is for isopod, the chameleon crustacean, they color match what they eat
J is for jellyball, or cannonball jellyfish, not upside down or moon, avoid their heat

K is for keyhole limpet, favorite food of ochre stars, will erect its own wall
L is for laver, the sea lettuce of nori, it swirls red skirt as ocean falls

M is for mermaid’s purse, the sack of the skate whose yolk keeps them alive
N is for nerite, the prisoner striped snail of the rocky zone as numerous as a hive

O is for oyster drills, the snails that slurp oysters and use them to lay eggs
P is for pleurobranch, a sea slug answer for oranges, with one active leg

Q is for quahog, the bivalve seaman who can survive eating the mud
R is for rove beetle, the one waiting to snatch the unwary beach hopper for good

S is for saxitoxin, those red tides produced by mating that can paralyze humans
T is for tubular sponge, they squish, bore and encrust as space lends

U is for urchin, those spiny skinned balls, no eyes or noses but dig food in sand 
V is for Venus, Music Volutes dined or Vampire Squids skimming along land

W is for whelk, not the musically inclined, but the slow moving snail in a shell
X is for X and a half, the six rayed star, hungry for anything on the half shell

Y is for yucca, blooming on the beach, they bloom nice and tolerate the sand
Z is for Zostera marinara, the address of eel grass when they're feeling grand

All of this green life is what crunches, stinks, dries and slips underfoot
The rest that find the housing and dining compatible means someone’s on the look.

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In A Hotel Room

The ghats,grey serpents in green thickets
cool and moist, dampens restless midgets

There ,in  a hotel ,in the lushness of the tropic's crown
are trees mighty tall with neat flights of stairs hanging down.

stood  perched on trees, a cabin each of uneven logs
with wooden planks hand-polished to parqueted  floors

A large cypress cot,an inviting bed ,the sensuous Umrao-Jaan
on canvas overhead, glowing in hues from a crystal pan

white porcelain figures, lovers dancing  on mantle;love lounges,
windows open to wild flora , a few ripe mangoes hanging in bunches

On the rails ruddy jasmine vines flaunt little white stars
antique bamboo lanterns at the door , happy to be ajar
warm aroma from oils of wild-herb toiletries exude
wanting a trickle on the heated hearts' pursuit

cute candles whispers roses and jasmine in the air
nothing more,  the imp of the mind feasts on love in the air. 

on the small balcony , the cool breeze of the underwoods caress
In this tree-house,bask in its best to soothe five senses. 

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Spring in the Garden

On my  lilac tree the tender buds awake
Breezes upon the bending branches break

Sunshine glistens on the garden snail
Across the path he's left his sticky trail

Air fresh from weeks of winter rain
Green now where the snow has lain

A yellow daffodil bobs its pretty head
Standing sentinel by the garden shed
Purple violets bloom again this year
Never planted, yet like magic, reappear

From the window I quietly worship spring
Winter quit, waiting for the thrush to sing......

For the Spring contest....

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My October Bliss

September softly comes, then leaves; October breezes in
and with a touch of magic weaves her spell on us again,
for happily at dusk we tread our secret path through trees
that blaze in hues of gold and red as heaven turns cerise.

And as I’m walking with my love, a chill wind starts to blow.
we hasten to the entrance of a cozy bungalow. . . 

Our dinner’s fixed; a fire’s lit inside our hideaway.
Beside a fireplace we sit at this, the close of day.
As wood smoke rises to the sky, he warms me with a kiss,
which lends the sweetest quality to my October bliss.

For Brian Strand's
OCTOBER YOUR CHOICE any theme/any form max 16 lines Poetry Contest

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Dust Bowl

My eyes look upward to the dark sky
So many clouds yet the ground is dry

All around me nothing but the dust
We need rain badly it is a must

Wind is blowing clouds look alive
Thunder and lightning will soon arrive

A gap in the clouds a shaft of light
Here in the darkness shining so bright

Glowing large raindrops begiinning to fall
Liquid excitement soaking us all

Jumping in circles this is a good day
All of our dust has been washed away

Shaft of Light contest
First attempt at a couplet

February 7th 2013

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Malvan Beach imagery deciphered

3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets

Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.

Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.

Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock  to nest me in my denim blues shorts.

A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.

Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.

A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.

The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.

Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
 Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting   for dusk to embark.

Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.

A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.

Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless

As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.


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A Wedding in Autumn's Woodland Chapel

The fall has remnants of the summer, but the day's not hot, and all of our beloved are gathered in a woodland spot. Bearing their good wishes, they have walked the pathway to this autumnal chapel where I'll make my walk to you! Around us, in our wedding colors - fall's most splendid hues - is a bright mélange of flora with a sprinkling of chartreuse. The tallest oak here is the steeple, reaching to the sky; its leafy limbs have framed an arbor made to beautify! Your eyes are dancing, and you wear a sweet, cute pumpkin grin as I approach, adorned in flowing satin, argentine. Our union, blessed like nature dressed in hues of harmony, is sealed with loving kisses under a vermilion tree.

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I watch with fascination; Mother Nature on a great warpath.
Thunderous drums sound warning; soon to feel her rightful wrath.

Thousands of black horses running boldly across the sky.
Warriors branding spears of lightning, mounted with such pride.

Angry at the white eyes, they circle with such speed.
A deafening wind now gathers, neath their mighty steeds.

We set upon destroying her, but her power is unbound.
Her whirling fingers now reach down and pluck us from her ground.

Her tears now flood our ugliness and wash it out to sea. 
So vivid is my vision, but too late we will believe.

Written June 27, 2014
Contest: Storms
Sponsor: Shadow Hamilton

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A Shaft of Light

The overcast sky, the drizzling rain,
the weather dictates my mood again.

Grey and black clouds block the sun.
A dismal morning has begun.

A break in the gloom is what we need
as through the clouds a shaft of light bleeds.

One small ray brings a lift to the heart.
I hold my breath ... and watch the clouds part.

~~~ 09/02/2013~~~
for Seren Roberts Shaft of Light contest

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Diamonds in the Snow

The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
upon the crust of frozen snow diadems arise. 

Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
they bring a beauty and a peace no soul can disavow.

The wind has fallen, out of bluster, sun ices the sky
twinkling like diamond remnants, snow lends the day surprise.

Glittering crowns crest maple trees, diamond on the bough
oh how I hate to hear the roar of the coming plough.

Poet: Debbie Guzzi

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Winter is the last and the coolest season of the year
Where people love to play with snow everywhere

Wearing jackets, mittens, socks, and boots
Walking on winter’s blanket on the roads

Love to see the snowflakes cascading from the sky
Like tiny bits of diamond that caress my face so dry

Feels good to watch the snow and its beauty
Showing elegance that I close my eyes peacefully

Relax, feel the world full of whiteness on the ground
Breathtaking scenery that happiness I finally found

November 18, 2012
For SKAT's "Rhyming Poem" Contest
5th Place Winner

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Medley of Scenery Contrasts


ripples on 
the calm 
rapids in 
The jungle 
echoes in 
the semi-
clear the 

toiling and 
as I spy a cricket kinda' 

The cactus in 
imagination, the 
desert's prickly 
Elsewhere a lone fallen 
floats in the canal

Prairie dogs go popping
while hares go hopping
But in town, ladies go 

Swans have formed a V-
The flora is ooh yes 
and bees they form a 

Seista seizes birdlovers 
They miss out on the 
for the hoopoe it does 
not sing 
on cue
since a bird may sing 
to woo

Gosh what a contrasted 
medley became of the 
Town and jungle, the 
murk or dawn's greenery.

Ah wherever you go 
so panoramic
Painters paint pictures 
but God 
actually created what's 

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Summer Couplet

Through sand and haze beach goers stroll Leaving footprints where soft crested waves roll ~*~

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When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"

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Frozen Rose

She's teased by autum's last smile
Her velvet petals unfold a short while last chance to pause
Breathe in life, just because

I see there, my honeybees dance
Given this one glorious last chance

I share their joy as I touch
Smell the sweetness, I'll miss so very much

The west is now glowing red
Dark clouds, moving in overhead

Velvet snow petals begin to fall
Time for her to sleep after all......

©Donna Jones

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Attitude VS Habitude

 September, a moment to savor after grueling August drought, 
a season of pleasing, such as giving just one rain spout.

 Soon an equinox change will adjust period format,
as squirrels scamper about storing their winter’s fat. 

 Leaves of compose piles in back yards and the wilds, 
a rich habitat, create images of squirming earth worm smiles. 

 Shorter days meet to the changing phase of the equinox, 
as one will adapt to nature’s way, setting back clocks.

 A September to remember sure, enjoying nature’s clout,
 a  kind of precedent round to remind one, without a doubt. 

 Sacred principles in keeping good use of the fallowness,
of the coming winter’s splendor of the rest of Sabbath bliss. 

 Oh yes, four seasons for good reason change human attitude, 
cycles of recycles, and change rearrange human habitude. 

In Honor of: Brian Strand. 

And Contest: September.

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Morning glory

For the hills they undulate and roll,
Set beneath a crimson sky.
Image liken, to castle ramparts past,
Now slowly worn away with time.
For only seconds before the dawn,
And the mighty sun to rise.
Once more its rays to warm the earth,
And ascend into the sky.
For little bird how sweet you sing,
As you usher now the new morn in.
From branch to branch flit to and fro,
Along the leafy wild hedgerow.
For amongst the green, a dusting fare,
Of pastel shades of color there.
For gentle are the flowers that spring,
Who’s petals blossom like fairy wings.
©  N  Windle.

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Memories On Branches

New buds growing crisp and green in sheer delight.
Singing birds come home to roost,on trees alight.

Now butterflies seek nectar in the sunny fields.
Farmers go to market with their summer yields.

Hills cascade with color as the deer grow fat.
Families gathered to eat turkey witness that.

Time draws nigh to hang the lights of sparkling hues.
Icy branches beautify,snowmen amuse!

written March 13th 2014 for Gail's contest

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My hand holds your hand

My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.
In the green`s intervals, the weather is rough;
The blue wind freed its own ghost’s chain
Following the rhythm of the crystalline rain;
With the leaf`s thrill and embrace`s embers
Patient ruby hidden in alabaster chambers, 
Far from the desert of mirrors, standing aloof
As vulnerable as the surge`s serenity`s proof;
Simple surmise falling down with the mist,
Suspension bridge above the yellow East;
Looking from the season `s round roof,
Solitude seems hit by a rueful cold hoof.
Like the violet dawns date with the pale moon,
Chapel`s morning joined the emerald afternoon;
Air angels with white wings are our mates;
Trees beg for heaven to let open the gates; 
We listen to inner chansons sung by Edith Piaf
My hand holds your hand and that`s enough.

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Snow Storming Us

Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads -
a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed;

indicators blinking against the driving white squall,
engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill.

Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear
piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air,

our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite.
Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night;

gusting and mounding, turning black to white.
By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light;

air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked,
hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.

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Autumn Air

Autumn Air

Dry and cool all in one
Morning freshness, felt like none

Gives me a boost, ready for the day
The autumn air, come out and play

So here I go, take me away
Take it all in before you stray

Written by:  Debra Falgout
Up in the Autumn Air Contest
       by: Russell Sivey
October 16, 2012

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Creature Comfort--a collaboration with Dan Kearley

In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning
the bluebird of happiness sang without warning.

Basking in the sun of a new day's light
then spreading it's wings for a first day flight.

The sun grew so large in the painted sky
while creatures stirred in the forest nearby.

Frolicking in the shadows the animals play
in search of new adventures that may come their way.

They stop and they sniff as humans come near
to their woodland home but they feel no fear.

As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight
the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night.

The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose.
In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows.

Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long.
May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.

Thanks Dan...enjoyed working on this with you!

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Trees are moss are grass are stones.
Trees are spirit, nerves and bones.

Trees are air, stars and sky.
Trees are lungs, eyes and I.

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Wispy Fluff

Heavy grey clouds have finally passed.
Spring is coming at last, at last.

Blue sky full of wispy fluff
Says to winter 'enough, enough'.

Fluffy white clouds in sky of blue.
This kind of day ... long overdue.

Enough of winter, enough of cold.
It's pristine beauty did quickly grow old.

Spring, oh Spring, is on it's way
As the fluffy clouds come out to play.

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My Treasure Within

My Treasure Within Somewhat smooth, and sort of round, Lying here, on the ground, Baked by the unrelenting Sun, Ages ago, my life had begun, I have seen rivers come, and go, Seen glaciers, also, ebb and flow, No one has thought much of me, My unassuming exterior, not much to see, Like that frog that becomes a Prince, If someone opened me, I would convince, Him, or her, that they had found, The most AMAZING thing, lying on the ground! For, hidden in an inner recess, Is something that you would not guess, Were someone to cut me open, they would rave, That they had found a Crystal Cave! Lining the inside of me, The most glorious thing to see! Created over Geologic Time, On the inner reaches of my lime, There awaits a treasure true, Amethyst crystals, in a glorious shade of blue! So far, it appears my Fate, To merely lie here, perhaps too late, A Geode’s life is not too exciting, most times, No killings, nor wars, nor other crimes, Nothing much really to do, But to hope someone stumbles upon you, Then, you can fulfill your highest, and best use, Then you are renowned for your ruse, For the Treasure you contain inside, For the wondrous sight that you hide! Through my uncounted years, I have shed oceans of imaginary tears, Untold numbers of people have passed me by, Never looking where I lie, Wait, what is this I see? Is someone walking up to me? He is stopping, now bending down, Looking at me, lying on the ground! If he picks me up he will feel, That I have a secret to reveal, He is reaching, now, toward me, Will I be opened for all the World to see?

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Cactus Heart

You would assume I am thirsty in this dire heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to quickly retreat,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never grow,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and might,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all forms and pretenses,
To you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need in good and bad weather,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
All I need dwells in my structure enabling me to stay clear
Of beasts that lurk when sandstorms arise,
When mirages start to mesmerize,
When signs and wonders appear in fallen skies,
And soldiers forget to break ancient soul ties,
I stand my post and flaunt my spikes,
A cactus heart survives all flights.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: In a Very dry Place
Contest: Forgot

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A lazy summer day

Raspberries are ripening in the shade of a white pine,
Red monarda blooms in dappled light of a maple.

I think of Earl Grey tea and Captain Picard,
Time is our companion on this lazy hot day as always.

Spires of lavender buds tower over the mulch.
The pink roses are done blooming, 

Hips are maturing as they do with each year that passes.
Sun tea sits in the grass, soon I’ll pour it over ice and drink.

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Summer Couplet

Upon my knees in desperation     the parched sand trickles through my hand
the steady drumbeat of Summer's song      rolls like death across the land

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Where does the Time go

I feel as though time is slipping away,
And more is gone each passing day…

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The Storm

Claps of thunder, growling sighs
Crackling light spears, ruptured skies
Dark bruised smudges, jostling clouds
Wanton weaving, angry shrouds.

Water effusions, driving rain
Flooded fields, congested drains
Forcible winds, quaking leaves
Bending branches, bowing trees.

Birds are silent, shy dogs hide
Children reach for sheltering sides
Fish dive deeply, spiders curl
Senses dizzied, fearful swirls. 

Clouds are broken, grinning sun
Arching eyebrow, rainbow tongue
Storm is humbled, joyous sounds
Love runs rampart, peace abounds

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Round heels of crumpets,
aromatic lavender jam.
Poached eggs in a skillet,
succulent portions of ham.
An awakening stretch had heralded
a yawn mouthed long and loud.
While rain fell down in splatters
from the dark pewter clouds. 

Dated Macintosh slicker,
hoary exhausted gum boots.
Tenacious steps into nature
in search of family and roots.
The fallacies of the wind
twists hair into long plaits.
Across wide fields of enchantment
new journeys await.

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Two reasons why we dig holes

Burying dead bodies usually takes place  
In fancy holes dug on some land space.

Most people dig those holes somewhere nice
But sometimes they don’t have a choice.

Some people burn dead bodies to ashes
And this really saves on available land spaces.

Sometimes dead bodies are buried at sea
And slowly sink into muck for eternity.

Other fancy holes are dug large enough,
For the removal of some valuable stuff.

Sometimes these holes are dug somewhere nice
And most times people don’t have a choice.

When all the valuable stuff’s gone offshore
The hole is back-filled and land space restored.

Today we can dig holes in the seafloor
Right through the eternal muck and more.

Holes should be dug to bury the dead 
And to remove valuable stuff instead.

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Man Speaks to Mother Earth

Mother Earth, please join our celebration
As mankind revels in fruits of your creation

But hide your eyes from oil spilled upon Gulf life
And turn your head from endangered creatures in strife

Sit upon barren land as forests are ravaged
Take mercy on us, the destroyers so savage

In polluted rivers your dead fish lay in decay
This carelessness will spread if mankind has its way

Precious minerals stripped from your dying soil
No bars of gold will be produced from miners' toil

Remember in prayer the Earth we once held dear
Tell us please how to reverse this cycle of fear

Reach out, sigh, as plant diseases proliferate
Not God's handiwork, 'tis the devil incarnate

* Parody for Dr. Ram's contest

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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate

                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes

                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night

                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it

                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark

                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back

                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate

Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All


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Picture This!

In the Silence of the morn
my picture window does a splendid scene adorn.

Reflections of red, yellow, and gold
the suns jewel like glory does unfold.

Admiring rays shine toward the west
with accepting gratitude the trees do not protest.

Rolling hills grab the early light, which allows
fall’s magnificence to rise and take flight.

Feeling rich, as the richest King 
this wondrous display catapults my heart to sing.

Richard J. Long, October 2009

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Craziest thing I've ever done
Making a video just for fun.

Usually all you see is ink
And mull around my words, I think.

Now, I have this video.
So, listen and watch.

Then say, so, or, oh!
It was a lot of fun (work) though!  


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Storm at Sea

Strong wind howling from the east
Invading collars and cuffs. 
Waves explode like roaring beasts
Of white frothy foaming tufts

Seagulls battle gusting drafts
Eyes ever on the water. 
Warning code for small sea crafts
Of twenty foot or shorter. 

Small boats being tossed like tops 
In danger of capsizing. 
Running lights like micro dots
Strafe streaks on the horizon. 

Bows dip down into the waves
As they disappear from sight
Then reappear as if to bathe
In the cold grey morning light

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Two Headed Turtle

A two headed turtle in a bed blue Slept whole night through close to his brother too
Contest: Two Timer's Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi

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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

This is a journey, a trip call it what you will It follows the footsteps of my ancestors, and allows my thoughts too spill Firstly let me take you back, to tell you so little of my past Indigenous I am, from the "Stolen Generations" I did not last This is why I must make this journey, to allow me to find the real me To retrace the few steps I made, to rediscover what my young eyes seen How ironic that the person I'll ride with, is the son of the then official Whose deliberation to round up us children, the scene, locale It's now the morn of our travel, where I look I find hard to see The peripheral of the distant horizon, is all that really captures me The town where I grew up so young, barely to the age of five Perth, now bustles like a termites nest, zig zagging in busily strive Into the bush we go, to a place where us youngsters so enjoyed Moore River Native Settlement, which soon became children void As I walk my arid lands, patterned in the heat of this day I recall with every step, where us Indigenous children played We could survive on the smallest of fruit, water we could easily find Even the son of the then official, said that we are a superior kind He marvelled when I spotted tracks, traces of where animals crossed Remembering back to when I was five years old, our lands always talked We opened up as we led our horses, introduced all those centuries ago They opened up my lands, rivers we walked, now the white man flows This is a journey I had to make, it's called, it's in my will No more "Stolen Generations" no more will my culture spill

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Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare

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City Crawler

Early morning, city street,
Glancing down around my feet,
There, as if upon a trail,
Sat a tiny little snail.

How he got there, I don’t know;
Snails and cities just don’t go.
Still, somehow, he made his crawl
Smack inside an urban sprawl.

Though I thought to move him to
A safer place to see him through,
I opted not to interfere
With fate, which must have brought him here.

Either he’ll survive or not;
I believe he has a shot,
Though New Yorkers, I’ll admit,
Don’t like creatures slow as _ _ it!

for Andrea's "Show Me the Funny - Part 2" Contest

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Autumn's Air

Autumn I love you color and splendor 
Plump sweet grapes filling me with ardor

A patchwork quilt......velvet soft leafs
For you I wear my heart on my sleeve 

A wisp of cool breath blows upon my face
A balmy soft touch of your calm and grace

Brides last chance of an outdoor wedding
Flowers bow heads giving up their bedding

Photographs taken a memorable moment
Dressed in an exquisite multi-color garment

Written by: Joy Wellington
October 14 2012
For Russell Sivel's contest - Up In The Autumn Air

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Her Dusk

Viewing this vista of extraordinary scene Scenic she's creative in historic darkened means Meaningful silhouettes, black squared, dark undulations Undulated to her visitors, their close clanned relations Relative they may be, but so different in their norm Normally they would be, differential in their clans Clannish their panorama, now dusk before their dawn Dawn is when there's life, a new day has spawned Spawning oranges and reds, the dusk now bows to the suns wooing Wooing this extraordinary scene, now my eyes are viewing <> Not for Nette's contest, I just loved the image, and it's theme <>

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Frozen Fingers

Frozen fingers reaching down
Silvery tips pointed toward the ground

No matter it long or short
Breath of air determines its unjointed contort

Grabbing the Sun’s light of day
Glowing and gleaming with each flickering ray

More than five fingers on its icy hand
The reach of each extended by cold wet sand

Tapping sound of drip, drip, drip
Wiggling goodbye, while releasing a tired grip

By: Richard J. Long 
February 2014

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London Bridge in Falling Drown

Tides are rising, clock's are ticking
Us humans in disgust in ending sickening

Turmoil is endless these past recent weeks
One can sense natures Armageddon, it's what we've reaped

Forestation, deliberation, call it what you may
She's had enough, no one will be around to say

Many gathering clouds, so grey like never before
Flat-lands of our counties, becoming one long shore

In abhor I look, at the sadness of life's wildlife
Struggling against the tides, drowning in mans strife

The rural that was once, sadly is no longer there
I close my eyes to vision, watery eyes can only stare

Black tides are ever growing, encroaching over the lands
We now reap what we have sown, and die by her crying glands


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My Greenest Heaven

Humbled I am by all this glory that I see.
Such gifts are wrought with every flower-every tree.

Across the way those hills seclude so many creatures.
Far as one can gaze such wealth of nature's features.

Greenery and color shared create such bliss.
Tapestry of peace and joy- nothing's amiss.

Longing for the hills when I have gone away.
Captured thus I never want again to stray.

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A Mermaid's Point of View

They pollute our waters, the land, the air
They pollute the planet without a care

They kill our friends from down below
As they swim up to say hello

They build weapons to kill each other
They don't respect each race or colour

They try to hunt us in every way
But they cannot find our hideaway

We'll never surface because we fear
We cannot trust the humans here

by Ana Espinola Collins

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For What We Seek

In early dawn‘s crisp air, we journey forth with evanescent hope as we head north. We watch for what we seek. A *golden-eye glides overheard in blue of winter’s sky. We bear the cold as we trudge through the snow. Sometimes we stop for rest; then on we go. We spy a stream that now has turned to ice, and there it stands in pristine paradise. . . . Perfection! It’s exquisite, straight, and tall; without a doubt, the one that we will haul back home, where those we love wait eagerly To deck the lush green limbs of this year’s tree!
*golden-eye is a type of sea duck that can live in northern US and in Canada. For Francine Roberts' A Winter Couplet Poetry Contest My theme is #2: A Winter's Walk

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Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.

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White Knuckle Winter- Weather Forecast

Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late, Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate. I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice. Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice. Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my car window, If I can hardly move, how will my car drive, I just don’t know. Hitting the windshield, the snowflakes are big, puffy and white, They fly at you almost hypnotizing, you completely lose sight. Once you reach country roads the white knuckles truly begin, If you can keep between the hydro poles, you may just win. Hold on tight, keep your wheel straight, put your lights on low, Pray your defrost keeps working as you make through the snow. A blanket of whiteness envelopes you, no sounds or lights to see, Alone in this blizzard, you drive, terrifying, yet a strange tranquility. Once home, after a good night’s sleep, you arise from bed at seven, Trees iced in froth, the ground painted white, looks a bit like heaven. Sun comes up, temperatures rise and once again green appears, Nature makes the world safe again, slowly melts away your fears. To think that I could have easily been killed driving home last night, You consider the beauty of country living and soon forget the fright.
Written September 9, 2012 For Joy Wellington’s contest “Weather Forecast”

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A Change Of View And Lifestyle

The mountains arise all around
Her skirts valleys trims that abound

The court house stands antiquated
For years law accommodated

On square few stores in business
No longer the attractiveness

The beauty of the peach trees pink
In bloom in the spring gone in a wink

Packing sheds closed down different now
Lifestyles different as fields once plow

Nostalgia for days of the past
Change is good but will it last

In honor of: Michael J. Falotico
Contest: "A Change of View"
Since I have always lived in one 
place, I wrote about change....

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The Anti Snow Dance

Shake it, shake it!
Feel the rhythm, don't quit ;

Enjoy a warm coconut breeze,
There is no way you can freeze;

Visualize the ocean waves
You can have what you crave;

Dance all day, dance all night 
Keep your eyes shut tight;

No no it's not gonna snow,
We melt it with our inner glow

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The Rainbow and The Moon

" The Rainbow and The Moon ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 7)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Need The Sun To Shine

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are Very Beautiful Signs

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Must Be Seen At Particular Times

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both - Spectacular, Above The Pines

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both, Have Inspired Many Poets' Rhymes

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both, Symbol-Gateways To GOD's Shrine

Tho' One Is Circular and One - Curved Lines
Both Are Geometric-Round or Crescent-Inclined

Tho' One, Day-Dances With Eagles & One, Night Loons
Tho' One Captures Mist and One Pulls Tides To Its Tune

Both Have Lifted Seas - In A Sparkle-Drop Spoon
(and Both Can Lift Man From Darkest Hour Moods)

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Carry GOD's Loving Promise To Mankind

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are Waiting To Finally Greet The Blind

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Are From A Sacred Source Divine

The Rainbow and The Moon
Both Reflect The Pure Glory of GOD's Great Mind

O' How I Love Seeing Rainbows and The Moon

         Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/4/2014
                  by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Paintings of light

Dreams, all ride in a rainbows seam
Angel's paint skies, with a kaleidoscopic theme

Watch them flow, from the heavens to earth
Feeding seeds of hope and restoring mirth

Life, born or unborn, speak and proclaim
that "painting the sky, will draw acclaim"

Rain is the prism, used to separate light
and make beauty visible, dispelling plight

People are able to find peace on earth,
just follow the rainbows to find it's re-birth

Rainbow Fun~ Ridding Rainbows~ Anything Rainbow goes ~
for PD'c contest

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It started when she sat there
At the age of five or six
Wandered off in chase
Of bugs who watched her from gray sticks--

Felt a thrumming in her veins
That set her hair on fire
stronger than the booming
She imagined in god choir

Suddenly aware of space
But not of time passed by
Looked up to blue rock haze
Against a thunder sky

And distant on the blue rock
Bison herd was racing west
Dust-framed in a golden haze
She grabbed her hammered chest

*Blue Mounds--now part of a park in SW Minnesota
Lakota Sioux burial grounds, sacred site--a herd of bison roam here

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To Walk in Winter Blue

At the edge of dawn, to climb the path, along the windswept hills
The world lies blue, from a downy night, and views serene and still

The world is hushed, nowhere to rush, at least that’s how it seems
I will walk along a crystal stream, as if it still my dream

The arching sky, surrounds my eyes, a morning star that shines
As sun comes up to tint the snow, with pink among the pines

The birds and deer have reappeared, and all the things that creep
Below the hills, a sparkling town, is soon aroused from sleep

The world is changed from winter’s blue to soft and ermine white
A snowglobe world, is all aglow, of winter kissed delight

My soul refreshed, with frosty breath, and I find my worries cease
Contentment comes on silken wings, my world seems filled with peace

For Juli Michelle's Contest: Winter Blue

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Summer Fun

~}{~ The summer night breeze As it whispers through the trees Tingling hot sun kissed skin Cooling the soul within.. The sky turns a dusky blue As darkness wraps round the sky Moon rays dance on crystal ponds Beams reflecting tender bonds.. A sun crowned horizon kisses goodbye the day Sending it lovingly on its way As night time arrives on gossamer wings A moonlit serenade begins.. ~}{~ 28/08/2010

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Searching for Summer

Nasty old winter is getting me down
I'm looking for summer all over town

I lift up a blanket of snow off the ground
Sadly there is no green grass to be found

My very next stop I'll go down to the beach
With waves and sand summer may be in reach

The lake is solid like a piece of glass
No sign of summer I'm freezing my ass

Summer summer reveal yourself to me
Sun warm my face place leaves on a tree

Hey wait a minute is that a red Rose?
I pick it up, place it under my nose

I'm so sad to say, the rose isn't real
You can imagine how sad I now feel

My search is over I know when I'm licked
As I head home I'm feeling real ticked

I see a young woman walking my way
Wearing a bikini on this cold day

A glimpse of summer my heart starts to race
I'm confused, yet there's a smile on my face

Searching for Summer contest
By Richard Lamoureux
March 14, 2013

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The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views

                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort

                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark

                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice

                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away

Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime

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Life in focus

The wind doth brace my body so,
As I stand astride the moor.
Invigorated by its feel,
To the sky an eagle soars. 
For what splendor and sweet freedom,
Will my soul, feel such happiness.
Given all that’s gone before me,
So much sorrow and unrest.
Oh to see the sun at daybreak,
At dawn the rising mist.
To walk barefoot on the dew tipped fronds,
And to know that I am blessed.
For upon my face the warming sun,
That leaves a kiss with such caress.
Flowers with scented blossoms lie,
On their petals my head I rest
©  N  windle  2012

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How can I get a fire started?
It's too cold, the sun has departed.
Northern winds whipping by,
Filling darkness in my sky.
I cannot shake my weariness.
It steals away my springtime bliss.
Bitter cold, and to my bone
Under gray skies I am all alone.


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From the west comes a gentle breeze Dancing the leaves in the stately trees The scent of pine comes in its wake Lovely perfume only nature makes Blowing now on the meadow lake Ruffling feathers on the resting drake Flowing hair sweeps across the face Moving the grass with a dancer's grace Invisible sprite, but its path we see A bit of magic this surely must be

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Remember Spring

When the snow begins to fall and its chilled outside
Our spirits begin to fade like a misty tide

It's hard to keep our head and chests up high
We want to lay in beds and do naught but cry

But we should remember what comes after the snow
The sprouting hope of the rose petals show

That happiness can be found inside a soul so cold
One that has found that it feels way too old

So smile today, and smile tomorrow
On memories of spring, we borrow

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Sea of sand, on this sun bleached land, painted desert's fight for life
Mountain peaks, ten thousand creeks, the balance of bliss and strife

Red dust swirls, yet splendor unfurls, covered by magnificent cloud canopy
Cactus is king, in the struggle for living things, narrow, twisted trunk, tree

Oasis and wasteland, more beast here than man, music is in the wind
The miracle of a desert in bloom, infinite expanse of room, lovely friend

Beauty to amaze, eerily echoing passageways, the eagle is flying high
Rain is seldom seen, a phantom often mean, the edge of earth and sky

Fire and ice temperature shifts, sheer edge of mountain cliffs, to survive
Secrets written in the rocks, rebel breeze that often talks, a canyon alive

A wretched place of solitude, creatures with attitude, hard rocky ground
Dusty trials lead nowhere, purple shadows everywhere, treasure's found

Lightning's rage, takes a center stage, see the tyranny of a relentless pour
Canyon bath in nature's suds, single rose in the mud, life springs once more!

*A kaleidoscope of views and impressions from the Grand Canyon

For Linda's "Nature" Contest 
Date: 5:21-14

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Albuqurque, New Mexico

A beautifully hidden work of art.
Absolutely stunning from the very start.

Vivid colors of purples and pinks.
Fill the setting skies as it sinks.

Mountains surround the city's pride.
Protecting it from the world outside.

The mountains and skies are the words that tell the story.
The building and cultures are the pictures that hold the glory.

Listen close so you can hear the wind telling the tale.
It will teach you beauty, please dont be stale.

Close your mind and open your heart.
And you'll love it from the start.

By: Cherica Eckiwaudah

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His Movements Dance

As his rider gives the judge a glance,
He tosses his mane and shifts his stance;

The winner he is, without a doubt,
He trots in place and then moves out;

Not quite believing what I saw,
I watched in silence, struck in awe;

Almost as if he wants to tease;
He crosses over with seaming ease,

His perfect cadence and fluid prance;
I sat in wonder as I watched him dance.

~Write A Backwards Poem Contest~

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A Spider's Intrigue

Sparkling all across the wisps of morning dew.
Weaver spin on till your masterpiece is through.

Dancing in the sunlight's rays-your web of white.
Tantalizing beauty there is quite a sight.

Stem to stem eight legs move onward into day
capturing each water drop and luring prey.

Soldiering on you leave your intricate design
splashed across the leaves like cotton on the vine.

Many splendored you are feared by some it's true.
Transfixed I am watching to see what you'll do!

for contest"Along Came A Spider"
June 1st,2013

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An Autumn Day

fall time again, its here to savor crunch and crackle of its crispy flavor autumn flares its vibrant bright hues nature garners its resplendent dues boughs bent with luscious looms lavishing carpet of gorgeous gold garnishing dazzling as a diva rich-ripe in her prime My autumn day adorns seasons of all time! Yesha Shah 3/9/2012

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My Quiet Place

My quiet place is when my son is at school and my husband is at work the house is so quiet at times I can't remember the joy and fun. I get mighty lonesome at times but I know that I will have Caleb home soon and Wayne sometimes gets to drop by and say hello. He comes and goes so fast I get to feeling like we don't connect with eachother very much. 
I get in my comfy chair and open the door and blinds to see the nature outside. Nature is my most written about subject especially the birds and flowers. 
The different colors in the sky and flowers are a great inspiration to me. I know others who can be in a room full of people and tune out life and keep on writing. That is not me.
I need to be in a comfy envrionment.

My home is a quiet lonesome
Other dwellers roam free
My home is lonely with just me
Others don't care to be

Informed of my heart and souls depth
My home calls me to go
Where One knows and is known truly
Beyond the sky's rainbow

For Sara Kendrick's contest My Quiet Place

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Ring Leader

Personally I don't like the way he gets up 
Every morn sqawking, strutting his stuff around, don't like, yup

Ring leader in the morn with his self-centeredness
His behavior exudes narcism and great abrasivesness

His neck stretched, chest extended, muslces flexed ready
This Rhode Island Red crows from dawn 'til sun up and steady


Sponsor: Sheri Fresonke Harper
Contest: Personifying Science
Written: 09-26-13

A form of Poulter's Measure 
Written in rhyming couplets

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What makes me tick serens contest

What makes me tick?

You ask me the question on what makes me tick
Well this I will answer, and answer it quick

Flowers and trees, the birds and the beasts
And all of the beauty on which my eyes feast.

Rivers and lakes, and oceans as well
And all of the dreams in which I do dwell

Music and poetry, Astrology too
And all of the wonderful things that I do.

These things keep me breathing and loving my life
And last but not least is my beautiful wife.

10 September 2013 @ 1353hrs.

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The Tearstained Window

A summer rain arrived, unwelcome, cold and unannounced,
Spattering softly then louder, as if a hidden tiger had pounced.
I stared out of the window pane as the world turned silver-black,
With distorted reflections of lights from the thunder flash and crack.

A face stares back from the window, captured in each rain bead,
Like a fragmented, displaced reflection of a soul clinging to a need.
They wriggle down the window pane, as if searching for a course,
Like a hidden memory surfacing, loosening a mighty natural force.

Each bead a broken part of me or perhaps a fragment of my soul,
As it clings to the window pane, fighting and crashing as they roll.
Some they merge together as lover warriors against the world,
But they tumble fall to nothing as more raindrops are unfurled.

They softly flow away together, their identities lost from view,
Leaving the world so refreshed, fragrant as early morning dew
An order and a reason, portrayed so assured and so intense,
Rests behind its demeanour, its nature, is not an offence.                      

What of the different parts of me that are lost upon the pane?
They are washed away to nothingness and purified by the rain!  

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A little bit confused was beautiful Spring, 
She had to choose for life a bridegroom. 
Who will give her a wedding ring? 
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom. 

March, April and May vied with each other. 
About their great love they quietly talked. 
April was for Spring like a brother, 
With March she just often liked to walk. 

Timid March gave her beautiful primroses, 
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath, 
He didn’t want to know any losses, 
He promised her the whole world’s wealth. 

Delicate and sweet was April. 
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops. 
The life with him could be stable, - he said, 
She’d be rich and would get good crops. 

A wonderful May pleaded Spring: 
You are my love! Take my wedding ring! 
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife! 
We’d be happy together the whole life. 

And Spring trusted the handsome May. 
Without any delay she sewed the white dress, 
For the veil she took the apples blossoms. 
That was her best and the happiest day. 

The whole world was whirling in the dance. 
May was getting married with Spring! 
The Earth was full of love and romance, 
Happiness to all this marriage would bring. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


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Garage sell Poetically

If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list

My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies

My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist

Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts

For the contest by SKAT

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Oak Haven

Silhouetted against a rising full moon
Stands a lone live oak in solitude
A haven for homeless woodland creatures
Graceful limbs mark its features
Untouched as land was cleared for wood
Its beauty left it where it stood
“Come unto me all ye homeless and broken
Herein find ye rest” soundlessly spoken

Written by: Debra Squyres  5-4-2012

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The Race

In the short race
     from the trees to the ground,
the yellow leaves are winning,
      at least this round.

The pine needles seem distracted,
     looking here and there,
not concerned, playing and dancing
                        in the air.

The wind eggs them on,
   whistling a tune.
Autumn's trees will be bare
       all too soon.

Some of them are fast,
     some of them are slow
as they tumble t'ward the ground
      like colourful snow.

Red, yellow and green, 
      dancing on a breeze,
the race from tree to ground 
     beckons all the leaves.

Yellow leaves are winning,
    at least this round,
in their short race, 
     from the trees to the ground.

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Circle of Gathering

Communal spirits rise into the air
Cautious of the white rabbits stare

Circle is the frame of choice
while laughter is the authentic voice

Curtains of white move with flair
taking on shapes an eagle, snake, or a bear

Clamoring for the right place
little ones realize a roasting pace

Cooking white clouds to brown or black
looking like a cumulonimbus stack

Curious stories are told to one another
unwinding witty tales to someone like your brother

Crackling noises fill the dark air
driving away thoughts of despair

Contented spirits embrace the night
glowing embers fade from sight

By: Richard J. Long - September 2012

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The sunset kisses the ocean’s fragrant lips of salt, 
Lapping ‘neath the sky’s purple veil and vault. 
In perfumed mellow waters, in their glory golden, 
Deep sighs the sun, great lazy yellow melon. 

Glowing, flowing his way to rest, down drawn 
To make love to the sleep-hazed horizon:
Their golden bed where fused desires deep
End in surging final flare-out - and then sleep.

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Written  18  July  2012  by  Sydney Peck
Entered in Francine Roberts’s  Contest      Top five Sunsets

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Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon

                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars

                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll

                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you

                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go

                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night

                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long

                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune

                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon

                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All










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Water Is

A dripping, drizzling, falling drop,
Which hits the ground with a bouncing plop.

A rolling, flowing, surging force,
Which carves the land and runs its course.

A cooling, soothing, refreshing thing,
Which calms the soul and makes it sing.

A soaking, drenching, dousing substance,
Which engulfs the world's continents.

A sustaining, quenching, natural element,
Which fosters life and makes it relevent.

TLH  ©  2-14-2012

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Heavenly necklace, let loose some pearly strands The raining beads fall pattering on my outstretched hands Rivulets flow in the criss cross grooves of my palms Vaulting destiny's hurdles, washing away all qualms Patting gently easing away forehead's worry furrows Pulling me to radiance from the deep dark burrows Shiny diamonds perform trapeze on the window bars Minuscule prisms breaking white light into myriad colors Dripping dropping below flowing through leaves first Eagerly awaiting sweltering earth quenching its thirst Every drop performing the worth of its attendance Soaking the air with its earthy misty fragrance Could be a soft drizzle or a heavy downpour be it may These falling drops brighten up a world that was grey!

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Greening the blue Does it include you

Earth and environment preserved for us, all bountiful and all lush. Very pristine, pure and clean, Clear blue sky and lands jade green. Languid wings of breeze used to carry, Scents of flora and fauna fondly and airy. Sweet melodies of streams and brooks flowing, In the sky above, the rainbow, distinctly glowing. Lands laden with fruit bearing trees all around, Multi hued flowering plants growing wildly in the ground. But Greed in man to keep on plundering, Misguided enterprise in him keeps blundering. They call it modern technology, Sans care for mother earth, they surely owe ecology an apology. With the pollution that we mercilessly do, Will we be able to enjoy this in a year or two? Horrendous signs we see & hear, Blasphemous changes is near. Ice caps melting & dark winds blowing, Raindrops pelting & forests burning. Green lands shrinking, & wells drying, Erosion is increasing & ocean shores weeping & crying. Coal burning & ore reserves mining increasing, Gas basins exploding & oil reducing. Smog filled skies & expelled fumes, Oceans with films of crude, pesticide laden food to consume. Expanding concrete structures replacing torn down forests of trees, This is the environment that surrounds you and me Our world’s face will keep changing, Nature’s furies across continents rearranging. From impregnable depths to lofty mountain peaks, Nature in different form to mankind communicates and speaks. With fast paced & living large, Dwellers of planet earth forgot that it is mother earth is in charge. If we don’t mend our ways and treat her with distinction, We surely will be on the super highway to hurried extinction… To begin with from this day, take a pledge to do and to all say Plant a tree or a sapling in your yard, Keep watering it don’t worry about the soil being hard. Turn off the tap as you brush your teeth, And don’t waste water when you soap your hands and feet. Avoid napkins of paper use the cloth one, Try it & remember we used to carry a kerchief and sure was fun…. Use fabric grocery bags, And reuse cloth for rags…. Recycle all paper products that you can, Try yourself, half laundry loads in the machine to ban. When not in the room turn off the light Use energy efficient bulbs for improved sight. Walk more and drive less, Stop spilling gasoline & reduce the mess…. be at home or in foreign lands, Remember the environment is always in your hands.

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Creature Comfort-Collab With Deb Wilson

In the midst of the dewdrops that sparkle the morning the bluebird of happiness sang without warning. Basking in the sun of a new day's light then spreading it's wings for a first day flight. The sun grew so large in the painted sky while creatures stirred in the forest nearby. Frolicking in the shadows the animals play in search of new adventures that may come their way. They stop and they sniff as humans come near to their woodland home but they feel no fear. As the dewdrops fade into afternoon delight the evening comes a calling with a beautiful starlit night. The furry ones scurry towards peaceful repose. In the forest they'll sleep till the morning light glows. Peace and love flourish in this forest all day long. May your mind enjoy the beauty before it's all gone.
7-15-13 Thanks Deb... I enjoyed working on this with you as well...

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A sweet ballet

 A hummingbird hovers with sweet anticipation
As the flower sways in  rhythmic  expectation

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Yellowstone, 1971

We sat there just groovin', our senses so keen
Trippin' and giggling, taking in nature’s scene
We smirked as visitors drove up in blind haste
"Take a picture! Let's go! No time left to waste!"
We were smug, silly hippies, naive to the core
So certain we had found the key to that door

Those tourists were clueless, yet then so were we
My bridge way to wisdom does not come toll-free
I'll never fly to heaven on Cannabis weeds
Through brambles and thorns my gutted path leads
If I find Eden, I must first weed and plow
Wish I could go back to Yellowstone now…

***Edited version of a previous post

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Fire In The Sky

Crimson fire in the sky,
       Across its face the swallows fly
A beginning and an end,
        No shining star will it offend
I dare not tear my eyes away
        For this brilliance cannot stay
Perhaps in ancient times a man would cry
        Afraid his world must burn and die
The sun is gone, its colors fade
        And night descends upon the glade....


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The Lunker

Skies ablaze with auburn rays
Horizon foretelling the dawn
A turtle strays through a lily pad maze
We're the first ones on the pond

As we paddle along we're singin' a song
For the signs are clear to read
If nothin' goes wrong it won't be long
The fish'll be startin' to feed

We hear the sounds, they're splashin' around
On water once still as glass
And seven pounds are about to be found 
In the form of a large mouth bass

We start to row fast, the buoys zip past
We arrive at the secret spot
Then at last the pinpoint cast
The Lunker is soon to be caught


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The airs crisp and invigorating,
With every breath I take.
For a brief moment out of many,
 I take the time to appreciate.
As I stand before you oh mighty one,
I look out across the land.
For all about are true wonders,
Created at your command.
Above me I see the heavens,
  On a clear day, of cobalt blue.
Emblazed by the golden sun,
As it warmth brings life anew.
The patchwork coloured countryside,
Stretches out, far in front of me.
And the meandering of a crystal chord,
Flows timeless, but unstoppable.
As it makes its way,
To where mountains meet the sea.

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Winter White

Oh, I've dreamt of the crystalline morn
where the tinkle of ice melts, as the day's born. 

In my sleep I've seen the lilac boughs dipped
in ice like egg white upon each buds tip. 

Panes of glass with frost with doilies adorned
each melt in the sun, their passing is mourned.

As I rise, I see my dream's come to pass...
I stare from beneath down out through the glass.

Such is the magic of Winter's white days
when all of nature is a frosted bright glaze.

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   When I was the tender age of seven
   I was to go on a week's vacation...I thought "heaven".

   My uncle had a '55 Buick in two tone green
   A vehicle in which I would always want to be seen.

   As we drove from the city that hot Saturday
   I watched the roadside as we went along the way.

   No tollways then, just the roads heading north
   It was an adventure all the way as we went forth.

   My Aunt kept my Uncle in the front seat on track
   My brother and I watched the green cornfields pass from the back.

   A long destination to the farm, you know
   I felt like we'd traveled for a week or so.

   But when we pulled into the dirt road alongside the farm
   All I could think about was its interesting charm.

   There was the White Cottage where we would sleep
   And the Old Red Barn, weathered and need of upkeep.

   We weren't to play in it because of its danger
   But to a seven year old, that is no stranger.

   I went in when no one was around
   Saw the stalls, the loft, the ladder, and the straw on the ground.

   The big door creaked as I swung it open
   No one heard least I was hopin'.

   The smell of that barn I will never forget
   With the straw and the a musty ommlette. 

   With a roof that had perches high up in the air
   And holes in the shingles through which you could stare.

   It was haven for us kids in the weeks to come
   As we played and explored and hid in it some.

   There were the railroad tracks that went past it in back
   We'd walk them to look for interesting stones to put in a sack.

   That barn was even the backdrop for my uncle's .22
   He was aiming at the cans, but missed more than a few.

   I can still remember that musty old barn today
   Sometimes it comes to me on a wet summer day.

   For the smell, the sight, and the memories live
   Too many old barns gave what they could give.

   But you will still see a silo standing next to a barn in the field
   I wonder sometimes, how many bushels of corn it had to yield.

   For most of the barns are weathered with their red paint in fade
   Like some poor traveler, lost and waylaid.

   Yet, they all stand as proud as can be
   There to fill my childhood memory.


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Autumns rich mellow flavoured air
Unmasked,  the trees are now bare.

Seldom do we hear the birds sing
When the Autumn leaves are falling.

Smoke trails from the burning leaves
Carried on the light cool breeze.

The scent of spiced apple days
In the suns golden haze.

The Pine towering heavenly high
Dropping fragrances on passers by.

Smell the crisp refreshing air
Wind is blowing everywhere.

The leaves they scatter without sound
Gently cascading to the ground..

Hazel Connelly  23/10/12
Up In The Autumn Air 
Russell Sivey's contest

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Trees, and endless squadrons of their fellows,       
In full dress with their medals, reds and yellows: 
An army in bronze and topaz uniform,
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform; 
And in fall   -  with  its rich golden leaf
And needles polished   -  ready to guard its fief.  

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Written   15   August  2012

Entered in  Russell  Sivey’s  Contest       Autumn, Fall Colors

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Autumn In The Wood

I will enter the quiet wood, 
On the rustling leaves I will dance, 
I will watch the Godhood, 
I will prance to the autumn’s romance. 

I will wear a colorful dress, 
I will mix up myself with the leaves, 
I will hear what wind says, 
I will feel the tender breeze. 

I will see a birch in gilding, 
A maple in its nice crimson, 
A spiders beautiful sewing 
Created with Gods benison. 

The Sun will play with the dewdrops, 
The leaves will dance rock and roll. 
Feeling desirable aromas of hops 
The autumn will be a droll. 

I will be fascinated by the autumn’s beauty 
Where only peace and harmony are on duty. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

For Russell Sivey contest "Up in the Autumn Air"


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Blue Princess

The Blue Princess Holly blooms
The Honeybees hum a tune
As they drink its nectar sweet
Springtime dividends a treat

The Red Wasp visits too
The nectar nourishes true
A pod of Blackbirds fly by
Like a school of fish in the sky____ 

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The Boy Pilot-

Reporters waiting at the blocked off air- strip,
to get photos of the boy wonder at the end of his trip.
Around the world in his hot air balloon,
from Anchorage to Cameroon.
Picking up treasures from every land,
grizzly bear claws, and feathered bands.
The air ship lands while the crowd cheers,
The door opens , and the boy pilot nears.
“Will you make a statement?”, they want to know,
“What have you seen , and where did you go?”
I travelled wherever the wind blew me to,
met people , went places, that I never knew.
So, I have many tales to tell ,
of the wonders I have seen,
many stories to be written,
And I am but fifteen.

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Color my world

the cover at the garden,
leaves on a bowl for a stew,
avocado swaying up on a tree,
the voice of Wangari Maathai.
water running down the stream,
birds singing there melodious songs.
cold porridge on summer,
squishy cough drops,
Grandma's heavy cassava soup.
rolling cheeks due to joy,
penetrating radiant rays of sun
the atmosphere around the forest
Green can cool your day.

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fall colours

Carpet of crisp dry leaves
New colors nature conceives
Misty ,hazy ,chilly autumn air
Fall colors in full flair
Trees seemingly on fire
Nature seems stringing musical lyre
Rustling bustling autumn wind
All the foliage gradually thinned
Winged leaves flying in the air
Naked  branches so bare
Luring fall colours everywhere
A colorful degenerating atmosphere

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Silent Gold

When we watch a patch of sunlight shedding, gold across the ground, is to know that nature's clock is ticking, making not a sound
----------------------------------------------------- In honor of Black Eyed Susan's Contest: Silence

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Forested Trail

You see a path, a forested trail-
The ground of which, to you seemed stale-

Covered by trees, dead by cold-
Footsteps made, now are old-

To thee it seems a dreary way-
To me it seems as light as day-

To know the secrets wherein are hidden-
Safety, shelter I will be ridden-

To find my path, not alone to take-
Your love of me, then shall not fake-

Since if it happens, my soul alone-
Until another path I’m shown-

I found my path, not alone to take-
For your love of me, you did not fake-

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Shaft of light-2

Shaft of light-2

Out on the motorbike, on an urgent mission
Starting the trip in sunshine with a clear vision
In the season though of freewheeling fickle rains
To ride it out in slovenly rain-swept terrain

With light on retreat under sky’s sooty cupola
Dark, dripping, the day was a broken viola
Despite the raincoat, shelter from showers sought
A day of trials, the hapless traveler thought.

Half way through, the murkiness mercifully broke
With a shaft of light peeping through the sky’s high smoke
It came on as relief,  like a  pill that quells pain,
And felt like a  grandma’s tale with a moral strain.

7th Feb 13

For Seren Robert's "Shaft of light" contest

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Fury of Fire

The S.E.A.T. planes look like Vultures as they circle over head,
Dropping tanks of slurry over glowing trees of red;

An orange blaze crests the mountain top, then swallows the valley below;
As the smoldering ash floats back to Earth, it almost looks like snow;

The roar of the fire is deafening as it engulfs the forests decay,
And the black smoke is so thick in the air, it takes our breath away;

The heat blisters paint on the dozers, trying to cut a break,
It burns with an unknown fury, til nothing is left in it's wake;

The fire has a mind of it's own, carrying a heart full of wrath,
Taking life after life, incinerating all in its path.

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Bombastous Zephyr

There’s a bombastous zephyr blowing outside
Swinging the street signs from side to side;

Squall like whirlwinds are kicking up dust,
I’m inhaling more dirt with every big gust;

My eyelids are caked with soil and grime,
Forcing my sideways time after time;

When will this bombastous zephyr subside,
Cause it’s getting tougher with every stride;

The wind is blowing my hair in my face,
But I plunge on forward with awkward grace;

The treetops are bending with ever big blast,
As I wonder silently how long it can last;

I feel like Dorothy in the tornado’s clutch,
This bombastous zephyr is becoming too much!

~For Paula Swanson's Contest~

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Raindrops falling, dancing in the wind
Thunder, lightning, oh what a blend

Raindrops are blessing from above
Blessings for the crops, labor of love

The rainbirds sing as they bath in bliss
Given to all, sealed with a kiss

The raindrops fill puddles for lots of fun
The children come out to play one by one

High in the sky a glimmer of hope
Beautifull rainbow gives humankind a reason to cope

It starts with one raindrop falling from the sky
Just like all things in life, the rain passes by

Written by: Debra Falgout
Auguest 20, 2012
Contest by:  Carol Brown

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A Walk in Winter

Sounds from my footsteps are muffled by the newly fallen snow
The air is cold and all is hushed as I walk a path I know

White flakes have fallen quickly throughout this winter's day
And now there is a deep blanket over this silent wooded way

Stately trees stand quietly watching as I walk this forest trail
Snow has covered their northern sides like a heavy veil

Fir trees bow their burdened branches as I pass slowly by
And in these quiet moments I can almost hear them sigh

The end of my trek draws closer and slowly the sun begins to sink
The snow that once was bright white is now tinged by sunset pink

Peace and beauty surround me here - it takes my breath away
So I stand here silently and wish that I could stay

Contest Name:  A Winter Couplet
Theme:  a winter's walk

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Summer Couplet

Summer arrives on the breath of spring
Flowers fully bloom while robins sing

June 16, 2013

Summer Couplet Contest

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A wish for Summer

Ah! If I could walk once again with you through the hazy pine-scented forest
and feel the trembling of your being as I your body with soft kisses caress...

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no farting allowed

why fart and waste 
when you have the option of burp and taste.....

and then again......

why fart and smell..............
when you can burp taste and tell..........

and after all the farting if you need to poop
when the session is on if you look down ,all you  see is something like soup............


I go and sit on my throne,
it has a plastic top but is made of marble stone......

I go there to excrete and stink..........
but on my throne for hours, i sit and think...........

Doing nothing but scratch my balls,
as i admire  the soap stains on the walls................

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Shaft of light

 The arrival of daybreak resembled the dusk
Dark clouds covered the sky from east to west

A rumble of thunder sliced through the air
Accentuating the start of a stormy affair

Then the rain came pouring down
Making a loud pitter patter sound......

The downpour  stopped after a while
And we thought the sun would peek out and smile

A songbird's melody was a welcome delight
For a split  second the outlook seemed bright

Then in the heavens a wonderful sight
Through the darkest of clouds, burst a  shaft of light!


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A Warm Kiss On the Bay

I took a hike through mangroves today the salt laden air a sweet refrain A great heron swooped in to spy Then spread its impressive wings to fly A gentle breeze brushed through my hair as butterflies danced through balmy air Mild is the night, steamy the day Dawn is a warm kiss on the bay In awe, I photographed an osprey nest And stayed too long I must confess Caressed by the beauty all around The dance of land and sea life abound A delicate ecosystem, I marveled in wonder Mysteries of nature waiting to discover Mild is the night, steamy the day Dawn is a warm kiss on the bay
First place in Any 2012 Poem

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A Cowboy Is

He’s tender and caring in his own way,
From moving cattle to bucking hay;

He’s stubborn but gentle and hard as nails,
As he deals with all that his job entails;

He may seem distant but he’s filled with pride;
From the cattle he tends to the horse that he rides;

He’s defender of the small and weak,
And protector of the sick and meek;

He keeps the code of the cowboy way,
Standing steadfast from day to day;

Watching over and protecting from harm,
All of the beings that reside on his farm;

He’s sometimes reserved and far-away,
And he never really has too much to say;

Laugh lines cover his weathered face,
Something even time can’t erase;

He is a cowboy, born and bred,
From the boots on his feet to the hat on his head.

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At the crack of dawn, silently slipping out of the silky night Angelic faces wearing dreamy smiles, my day's first sight The crowing rooster just rubbing his sleepy red eyes The sun, on the other side of east, snoring loud and nice As I saunter into kitchen- "Mum's cafe, twenty four hours open" To begin nourishing my motherly duty with tender devotion Goddess Venus in a clear sky inspiring me, shining bright Blessing me with her vision, may the rest of day be alright Slowly as wakefulness dawns upon God's creatures on Earth I pack delicious bounties cooked on my ever faithful hearth Peering out I feast my eyes on a pair of frolicking proud peacocks Doves preening by the window sill, I wake lil one with sweet talks The skies still a bit dark and the breeze blowing soft and cool I pack off my first born, bag n all, with a hug and a kiss to school Prayers in a distant temple, chants and the sonorous bell ringing Aroma of hot chocolate, ginger tea fills home, I work softly singing When the rising crimson sphere bursts the splendor of his glory Feeding breakfast to a robust toddler, each bite, a new story! He'd bounce off soon to his playing den, cuddle his teddy and lie Sipping some refreshing tea, my hand at writing poetry I shall try. Yesha Shah 8/8/2012 For: A Couplet morning contest by Francine Roberts

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The Season of Change

Autumn winds gently in, 
washing away Summer's sin...

Autumn winds blow free, 
chasing colored leaves from every tree...

Autumn winds chill, 
frosting through every valley and hill...

Autumn winds passed, 
waiting for Winter's snowy blast.

For "September - your choice" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.

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I've learned about the Earth while I've watched it die,
while getting facts and figures as to how and just why.
And never understood why so many have lawns
not noticing the animals and trees are gone.
I'll vote for politicians if there's one I think is new, 
but truthfully I haven't given him a job to do.
And now the food and clothing and a shelter built for two, 
is steak and suits and mansions filled with hummers for a coo.
Our televisions tell us when something has gone wrong, 
and not of people doing things to help to keep us strong.
I'm starting to get greener as my fears are getting worse.
The shame is that my bravery is coming in tears first.

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Foul air

It is hard to foul air
in a sleeping bear's lair.

Volodymyr Knyr

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Jolly is the coldest season 
Loving Winter is no treason.

Rain, sleet and snow
A marvellous show.

The Winter solstice
Daylight of injustice.

Man should wrap up in armour
Often known as a willy warmer.

Woman with thick tights pulled up their legs
Keeping them like a well cooked bacon and eggs.

Winter of discontent
The homeless in torment.

Not many insects found
All buried underground.

Flocks of sheep abiding
The shepherds trembling.

Hedgehogs in guileless sleep
Foxes hungry for sheep.

A triumphant winter adored
Praise be the cold and bored.


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The first shower I experienced this year

Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered  in me a beam of energy earlier today.

Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.

The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes  my worries off my face and down the drain.

The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.

As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..

I let go of all feelings and experience  inside me a sensation so very light,
 my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead  seem so very bright...

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   Here I am...just a tiny Krill
   Alive and well, swimming still.

   I wasn't eaten like my buddy Hank
   Taken by a Beluga, before he went off to the tank.

   My only safety has been in our school
   One whale, however, can instantly reduce that pool.

   I always shudder at the thought of being eaten alive
   When all I want to do is swim and survive.

   But we Krill are so special in the food chain you see
   I don't know if I will see my hopes, or if they will die with me.

   I'd like to turn the tables on those whales just once
   See how they'd like it, if upon them I'd pounce.

   Oh, to be able to eat just one of those creatures
   To digest it then burp, as I enjoyed all its features.

   They are the biggest things I have ever seen
   And that's o'er all the earth, wherever I've been.

   You wouldn't think that such a tiny creature like me
   Would have to ever be ready to swim in a hurry.

   But you know, when I really think about it I see
   Just what the attraction is in a creature like me.

   We are small and quick and abundantly abound
   I suppose we are tasty, or they wouldn't be around.

   We know that we are just simple little Krill
   What we don't know is...when is the time for us to be killed.

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Stillness of the night,And the dullness in my sight, A cold dark cloudy winter night,The pathway lights shine on bright. Perched comfortably in the balcony of my farm house, The vista so great that the dormant poet in me arouse. The cool breeze envelops my surround, A few dew drops from the moistened leaves drips aground. The languid wing of air the fragrance of it carries, Of blossomed flowers, trees, plants and berries. Once again the freshness in my mind, Seems to be awakening from the blind. Welcome, come in the joys of happiness, Its now time to say to "good bye" to darkness

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Sharing The Light

A shaft of light upon my neighbor's land
is owned by him, but it is also mine
To rise at dawn, and from a captured view
He stakes his claim, not knowing I will too

The sun will break, each morning, crimson bold
And finally when his darkness comes so cold
A shaft of light will land upon my back
That tells me somewhere else the night is black

I know tonight when my own world tucks in
A shaft of light some place will rise again
I share the sun, with those I'll never know
Perhaps it lights a way for us to grow

For Seren's :  Shaft of Light Contest:

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On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach

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Perfect Morning

I awaken to the lovely snorts of my sweet English bulldog, Frankie sits up in my bed, legs out, looks sort of like a frog. Toddling down the stairs assessing the light from the window, We know whether the trip outside will be short or rather slow. Terrified of thunderstorms, she’ll do her job with no delay, But she’ll wander and sniff, taking her time on a sunny day. While Frankie smells the grass and deposits her little gift, I make a tea and look out over the river, it gives me a lift. Blue Herron feeding and carp jump, the temperatures scorch, Cardinals, Bluejays and yellow Finch fill the trees by the porch. You breath in the fresh air and appreciate the nature present, Peaceful and filled with hope, its a typical morning, no big event. I refill the bird feeders to keep my feathered friends coming back, Then Frankie and I go inside, mornings we’ve perfected the knack.
Written August 9, 2012 By Lee Ramage For Francine Robert’s contest “A couplet- morning”

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Mother Nature

Love and excellence wrapped up in one
Amazingly beautiful from the day you begun
Mother Nature was your name for your nurturing soul
From the breathtaking sky to deep in a hole
A tree and a plant is all thanks to a seed
You provide us with all that we need
You are our mother, we are your child
Your tender heart with gifts so mild
It quenches my thirst and sooths my hunger
I will die someday, but I’ll love you forever
Oh how I adore your flowers so bright
And your trees that grow very tall with all their might
You’re fruits that give juices, your vegetables too
The water you give so I can get through
You gave us four seasons, which are very great
A masterpiece that we all should appreciate
Your harsh gleaming sun your nice gentle rain
Mother Nature you’re too good to ever be plain

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Looking at the horizon
Sky turned into crimson

Feeling of great happiness
Winds blows with sweet caress

Amazing God’s creation
To the nature’s temptation

Pouring with fantastic view
Birds flying with lovely show

Sun may set for a while
But my lips will smile

Beautiful night to hail
With crimson sky I will sail

May 18, 2013
For S.K.A.T's "Crimson Sky" Contest

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I'm leaving town on a backwood's quest
in this world even lions.. need their rest

Thoughts of this solo journey make me thrill
peaceful solitude for me is such a big deal

God knows in His Kingdom I work and invest
there's not another man that feels more blessed

God's chosen angels sometime need to heal
escape life's busy rush and get away to be still

Here, out in nature, is how healing is dressed
The lion regains his roar.. oh I'm so impressed

Angels regain their wings nature's curative pill
out here you touch heaven, you see and feel

Date: 6-15-14

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A Summer Couplet

Sunlight bursts with softness in the summer Rays shine, basting all with something warmer
Contest: LOVIN' SUMMER: A Summer Couplet Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich 6/11/2013

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Beach, Birds and Sun

What I saw was starting of the sun
Which had hardly just begun
And then I finally have to admit
Always so enjoyed the site of it.

To me, appeared so very ravishing
As sun came up and started dashing
All along what is a beautiful shore
I will love and cherish forevermore.

Was brisk and were birds with beaks
Made screeching sounds and some squeaks
Loudly while without any fear or care
And at me seemed to sit and stare.

There is much about beach, birds and sun
That to me so often seem to stun
And if there is anything better yet
Its webs when wet and sun which will set.

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The Lux Paradox

The mysterious times and seasons                                                                              The changing light is this the reason?                                                                             A harvest moon giving light for work to be done                                                        White light the usual reflection of the night sun                                                      Flowing light from orange’s to red’s                                                                                  some words disappear when moonlit read                                                           Gathering up all red’s is the harvest light                                                                   Even the rose looks grey and dead by night                                                            Stranger still is the mysterious hue                                                                         Where does it come from the Blue?                                                                     *                                                                 *     Note, Strange Moonlight- NASA science

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Winter's Freeze

The wind tears through the barren trees
An onslaught now of winter's freeze
To shake the house in dead of night
As if for sleep there was no right
The people lie in bed awake
Wishing they'd had a better fate
Thinking back not long ago
When daytime came but not with snow
The days were warm and worry free
Not filled with cold nor misery
But now the time has come at last
To taste the fury of winter's blast
But inside now the house still glows
And eases the bite of winter's blow
A refuge now a place to stay
Through the worst of any day

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Beyond This Blue sky

I see beyond this blue sky there is another sky to fly. A distant island deep lush green centuries ago there I had been. Veil of mist covering that island history not unearthed lost under sand. Centuries ago as a bird on its flight I was there under the soft sunlight. Looking for a nest hidden among trees I had covered so many raging seas. But never could I find that nest to sit on it,take a nap and rest. Still today while flying in this sky I know always there is another sky to fly. ============000============

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My Kitty The Dreamer (Crystal)

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day

A king of her domain strength and pose a simple gift of prestige
very few shall ever touch, no other shall come close to her league

With white boots in the moon light slinky and smooth 
a true heart of a gangster with something to prove

A beast of an arrogant notion, a lioness in the midst of the hunt searching for her prey
my clever satin love cunning and pure robed in a coat of armor with accents of grey

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day 

Written By Rick Parise

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Go! Go to sleep!” Night said
“Where? Where?” I whispered back
Sleep - Where can this famed land be?
Where one must close their eyes in order to see!

And  must I go there at nine o'clock?
How to get there? Will I walk?
Will my friends be there as well?
Or should I bid them all farewell?

And Night was silent for a while
Til she answered with a knowing smile
Sleep is the land where your dreams dwell
More than that I can't foretell.

But perhaps it’s the home of fairies 
Perhaps it’s full of tales and stories
Miracles are quite common there
You could meet Hope, or else Despair

And then Night said beware;
Beware the place called Nightmare
The land of banshees, dwarves and dragons
The home of elves, griffins and kraken.

And shuddering I closed my eyes
For there the land of sleep lies
And Night continued its lullaby
Until the sun rose in the sky.

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Barren Habitats

When harsh winds strip the trees of leaves, nesting creatures shiver and grieve.
*For Brian's two-line contest

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Given off from the light of the moon-
Sparkling stars each one falls to soon-

The night duration filled with light-
See the stars, the eternal sight-

Looks above the darkened trees-
From to their homes the stars now flees-

You see the colors, vast open space-
You may see then a glorious race-

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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.

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Ivory contours of nature’s lure 
Satin sunrise of passion pure
Lingering lovers tasting light 
Auburn hair of swirled night
Naked whispers’ sultry sheer
Turgid thoughts nestled near
Pleasure painting autumn’s rust 
Fingers probing lingering lust

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Nature Calls

Nature calls and I don't mean coyotes Got a panicky feeling down to my toe-sies Till the next rest stop to hold it I'll try Got everything crossed including my eyes Don't ask me questions, can't answer right now Really must concentrate, there's sweat on my brow Please dear wifey can you drive a little faster Don't mean to bug you but it'll avoid a disaster Stop! Stop! There's construction up ahead Maybe they'll allow me to use their shed Look at those guys they're laughing at me Can no longer wait, going behind this tree Ahhhhh! Finally at last, I'm at heaven's door Next time I'll make sure I go pee-pee before ©Jack Ellison 2012

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Night Garden

Crickets chirping in the night
While fireflies emit a beautiful light

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~My Morning~ The moon is going to bed now, I watch it slide away The sky a beautiful shade or orange getting ready for the new day. The pigeons start cooing taking turns in the eaves The dawn chorus is starting, birds waking in the trees. Morning is here a mist hangs low, the air is feeling damp I turn, its time to rise once more, I switch out the bedside lamp. I return to our bed to snuggle hubby, before works calls him for the day “Did you have a good night?” he asks knowing the answer will be “nay.” Three cups of coffee later the first in bed with my man It’s time to tackle the day; and get on as best one can. To waken and see another glorious night give birth to a new day But I would love to miss just one and sleep through one dawn is what I pray.
© ~GG~ 6/08/2012

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Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 

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Stream to Signature Pool

The stream meanders down the rocks where I Look upwards and hope that surely the sky Creates the shade for the water to view Along the sides of the bank is more blue Where the center to the stream turns all white And frothy where the stone juts out despite Finally the stream leads to a grand pool Where fish reside, I act not like a fool By the algae gets eaten from below The sides of gorgeous rocks that we don’t know Where the life comes from all real compassion Great sign of a foreign crafted passion Heart of gold, the middle of the forest Is surely this scene of prime non-disgust Where this signature warm place pleads to me Of coming power unlike any plea
Russell Sivey Contest: Let's be Open Sponsor: SuZ - D 6/21/2013

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Getting The Point

It's hard to express with only ten lines
The wondrous beauty of the porcupine 

He doesn't move fast in fact he's quite slow
With relaxed motion he goes where he goes

His body coverd with rows of sharp things
He doesn't have the advantage of wings

Many stupid dogs have tried to attack
With quills in their nose they never come back

Cute little critters small and very chic
They may look harmless but they are not weak

Heather Ober's  Ten Line Contest

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When we Awake

When we awake in the morning we continue the gift
We are given the chance to live and uplift

For we are the chosen to grace this fine orb
And whilst we are here it's our learning absorb

Many hands will release as they have grasped
It's holding these grasps that are our life's tasks

As we cup our tomorrows by step we will learn
The fortunate will prosper to adult from bairn

All our today's we will hold in our hands
It's out there somewhere, awaiting our plans

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Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.

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The mind is bound to thoughts,
And the heart shackle to emotions.

We're chained to multi-moods
Even linked to seductive sensations.

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Sunrise In Our Eyes

Copyright © 2014

Beaming into our eyes
  a beautiful sunrise.

But birds still sing
  and humans cling.

Clinging to hope
  still trying to cope.

Cope with what was and is
  a sunrise to birds still a thrill.

That beautiful sunrise
  fading from our eyes.

by: lp//0830hrs Easter Standard Time

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A Summer Couplet

Cool breeze blowing as the hawk hovers around,
Scared chicks scatter to hide,but no mother on ground.

CONTEST:"A summer Couplet" sponsored by Andrea Dietrich

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Picturing Stardust And Dreams

The branches of the whispering trees are woven with the sky.
They're forming lacy patterns as a tear falls from my eye.

So awestruck from the wonderment of moonlight-driven madness.
Now sparkling stardust blankets me and hinders all my sadness.

Warmed by the twinkling lights on high and drifting in the night.
I feel the dreams of yesteryear that brought me to this light.

The angels dance before me now well-cloaked in happy spirit.
A silence falls upon the earth but I no longer hear it.

As stars piece through the dark facade my feet begin to slide.
Across the heaven scented sky the moon begins to glide.

Dawn awakes,the stars slip down then slowly fade away.
Before they go they wink at me thus I begin my day.

written by Deb Wilson
December 26th, 2012
for "Blanket of Stardust "contest 

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I Can Smell The Snow

As I look up into the heavy laden, pink night sky
I can almost smell snow, as my Nan would say in years gone by.

The sky is heavy I am sure it will give its all
 I look up, ‘Hey Nan, can you see me?’ I cautiously call.’

I can feel her around me her warm breath on my cheek
It warms me to the heart as I eagerly seek.

She was right!  I did smell the first winter’s snowfall
The flakes start to spiral down, majestically, covering all.

They settle on my eyes my cheeks and my lips,
Dancing and swirling - each as unique as our fingertips.

They land so soft, no noise do they make silence is all around.
I stand in wonder at the beauty, the flakes merge and cover the ground.
A Winter Couplet
First Snowfall.

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First Rain

A watchful kind of morning this
The sky a billowing pinkish bliss
In stark relief scattered oaks stand
As sentinels for the waking land

Soon the pink has faded away
To white pillowing clouds at play
The wind has started to gently blow
Stirring where the golden grasses grow

Time my child to wend our way
Homeward where our hearts do stay
I think the afternoon brings rain
Our winter song's first refrain...

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Nature Walk

Enter the garden, stop by the gate.
Listen, as a bluebird calls his mate.

Breathe in the potpourri of scent.
Enjoy, this nature walk event.

See the butterfly as he flies by,
making its descent, from on high.

Tissue wings of spotted amber lace,
gliding with deliberate grace.

A perfect rose, wrapped up tight,
spreading open, to your delight.

Awakening from the night gloom,
bursting open, see it bloom.

Beyond lays the forest, oh so dense.
Shroud in mystery, a hint of suspense

Walk the carpet of dampened moss,
sprinkled with a dewy gloss.

Blankets of foliage form a cocoon,
hiding the sunlight of high noon

So many sounds, a rhythmic chorus.
Thirsty earth, drinking, forever porus.

Ahead, a fallen tree in the path, 
victim of a thunderstorm wrath

Finally the trees give way,
bathed I am in the light of day.

Hark, I hear, the distant roar
welcoming in tranqillity, the seashore.

Dunes of sand, with pearly beach.
Lapping waves, within my reach.

Open splendor, in shades of blue, hides, 
the depth of the ocean spilling in tides

Beautiful, alive, magestic to behold
becomes a sepulcher, icy and cold.

The sun so bright, takes a rest.
Sinking, ever so slowly, in the west.

Sounds of nature follow the flight,
across the horizon, into the night.

My Theme was: Listening to Nature

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Rain Dance

Sitting on the couches ;
in the dark shadows.

Listening to the nights electrifying
 arc, light up the heavens.

Winds,rustling song;
blows through the leaves.

Frogs quiet anticipation;
the impending precpitation.

The inevitable dance
of nature ,that follows.

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The Lips My Lips Have Kissed

Summer was here I enjoyed it not
Heat and humidity did not hit the spot
Spring now a different thing_in spring_love
Slightly warm days flashing of color, Dove
Blooms from bulbs_so many shades of green
Upon the trees_renewal of all seen
Fall is almost here banishing summer
Shorter days_cooler nights_welcome color
When winter comes blowing fall asunder
Barren trees_cold days even nights colder
Then the memory of the flavored kiss
Rose flavored kiss under the rose trellis

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Raindrops Falling

God is blessing me again
with precious little drops of rain.
He’s taken on those watering chores
that had been keeping me outdoors.

Now I have time to take my pen
and ink some poetry again.
I’ll write until the sun comes out
and puts those rain clouds all to rout.

In spring I got a little weary
and grumbled that the days were dreary.
I pleaded for the rain to stop.
A farmer must put in his crop.

The summer brought a bit of drought
and raindrops I have done without.
Until today with welcomed rain
God’s blessing's falling down again.

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Blood Mountains

Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins.
Decending and rising, as footings lay claims.
Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth.
Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth.

Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles.
while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles.
Seeing's forever and waiting not still.
Love of destruction; you rise till you feel.

Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees
while Winding you up on two buckled knees.
Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue,
Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb.

Now View the horizon on top of the mountain
Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain.
Relax and start humming and start your way down.
Returning you home and turn in your crown.

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The Honeybee and The Ant

" The Honeybee and The Ant ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 8)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)

Go To The Ant O' Lazy Ones
and To The Honeybee Busy - Under The Sun ...

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The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Are Hard Workers Who Get The Job Done

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Live In Colonies, As A Family of One

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Store & Stock A Surplus Food Sum

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Increase Labor For Needed Income

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Send Out Scouts - Vanguard & Beyond

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Have Antennas That Locate & Summon

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Obey Their Own Queen Mother's Tongue

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Observe The Seasons & Time's March Drums

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Have Warriors That Have Protected & Stung

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Are Ready To Sacrifice For The Colony's Young

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Have Crossed Our Paths & Ventured Among

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Gather In Numbers - That Make Counting Numb

Tho' One Can Fly & One's Little Feet Run
Tho' One's Home Is Below Land & One's High Strung

One's In A Cozy Nest & One's In A Honeycomb
One - We Kiss Their Lip's Spit & One - Eats Our Crumbs

One Is Silent In Its Way & One Can Actually Hum
One Pollinates Pretty Flowers & One Joins Picnic's Fun

The Honeybee and The Ant
Both Live For Each Day & Prepare For What's To Come

The Honeybee and The Ant
GOD Made Them Small - But Their Instincts Carry A Ton

The HoneyBee and The Ant
Both In Methods & Ethics: Can Teach Us Some

For Even The Honeybees and The Ants
Copy Ways of The Creator & His Masterworker-Son
(Prov. 8: 30, 31)

O' GOD Bless The Honeybees and The Ants

          Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/8/2014
                    by:  MoonBee  Canady

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My Ode To The Netherlands

The iridescent raven perched upon pilings
By just one lake in Friesland's beautiful wetland outings

His golden beak and orange legs with claws set off
Against black feathers that glisten and are a rain runoff

Carefully he watches the Edelhert fawn play
At the edge of the lake, close to woods, where he lives all day 

He had seen the das at dusk as he watched them all
His duty as the lookout to warn them against harm's fall

Against the vas that sly thief, who comes in the night
When all sleep, even for the watchman death could be his plight 

Some Of The Wildlife In The Netherlands

Edelhert:Red Deer
Sponsor: Elly Wouterse
Contest: Your Ode To "My"Netherlands And/Or "My Friesland"
Written: April 22, 2014

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Country Sunset

No man’s obstruction in the way,
God’s grand finale of the day

On gigantic canvas of the sky
He hangs his painting broad and high.

The center a hot orange or red,
More subtle as the colors spread

In entrancing, rosy streaks
As from His brush new beauty leaks.

Each time it is a brand new thrill
When I watch vibrant colors spill

In free abandon in the west.
God saves the last of day for best.

Written July 20, 2012

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Malicious Miracles

A darkening scene, backlit with a glow.
The fading horizon, quick-melting so slow. 

Gut twisting clouds that circle the sky,
Entrance and amaze with power inside.

Wrath up above, yet calm down below.
Encasing the sight, a bomb set to blow. 

Watching intently, inspiring strikes'.
Furious lightning - a pillow of spikes

Bellowing booms - the natural bass.
Thunder consumes with slow-rolling grace. 

Funneling storms rip trees from their roots.
Wind swirling madness - a project of Zeus. 

Heavenly hell- the beautiful pains. 
Tornados foretell, disastrous plains.

- Yours Truly

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I Wish You Could

"Whose woods these are I think I know"
I'll walk awhile in the light snow

Maybe I'll see a Christmas tree
Wild Holly berries_just sightsee

These wood end at beautiful quay
Ocean's song lures to be carefree

The quay is long solidly built_ stores
And shopes with goods along these shores

I'll walk this way though circle back
Through the woods by the hermit's shack

A nice long trek through winter's woods
I'm glad I went I wish you could....

First line a direct quote from Robert Frost"s 
poem "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening"

#2..A Winter's Walk
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
Contest: Winter Couplet
Click on
"About This Poem"

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Strong Little Bird

For several weeks now, I have been watching 
A strong little bird through my window.

She appeared one day on the ledge as I looked out,
And I was touched, I felt some kind of connection..

At first, this bird was shy, like all birds she would fly,
At the slightest sign of danger, so I tried to keep still.

But each day she came back, and we both grew more trusting,
And started to break through our webs of apprehension.

With time, her visits were more frequent and relaxed,
And I was always thinking about how I could support her.

Some days were sunny, others were cold and snowy,
But she was fearless and always shared those moments with me.

I think we both usually spend most of our time alone,
And so our little bond has grown into something very special.

Yesterday, she came very close and I almost could touch her,
I could feel how she wanted to be comforted by my hand.

I was so excited, waves of joy surged up inside me,
And all at once the tears started to flow down my face.

And now it’s a new day and I am waiting with renewed feelings,
For the happiness of this relationship with my strong little bird.

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Falling In Love In The Fall

Falling In Love In Autumn (Couplets)

Autumn Love is mature and warm
Surviving Spring and Summer’s Storms

First love blooms in Spring’s first kiss
Young hearts lost in natures bliss

The Bird of Youth flies high and strong
Spring  is when we hear his song

Summer sun brings reality
And no assurance of  constancy

The Rose is Queen in Summer’s Sun
But falls to earth when season’s done

Winter is lonely, dark and cold
Without Autumns love, as we grow old.

Copyright© 2011 Beatrice Boyle, 
(All rights reserved)

For Michael Faolotico’s Contest – Falling In Love In Autumn

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A Winter's Walk

Snowflakes dancing with the wildest wind,
Those to enhance footprints destined.

The Barren moor top in virgin shroud,
Mingles and jostles amid darkest cloud.

Snow on ‘Daughton Heights’ Reflecting,
Gleaming dreaming retrospecting.

Upon one’s journey through drifts bound,
The first imprints honest and profound.

A Whiter shade of pale exposed,
Blanket mist, the sun indisposed.

The Crocus the Snowdrop quivers,
Above ground another dawn shivers.

A Winter Walk
For Francine Robert's contest.

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Last Light

White topped waves in the fading light
Like magic carpets taking flight
Draw ceaseless lines across the sea
Incessant soothing harmony. 

The sky is flecked with dark grey clouds
Overbearing ominous shrouds
Now all that's left are specks of white
As the day succumbs to the last light.  

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Dust Bunnies And Friends

I pulled out the couch and wrenched my back;
the dust bunnies gave me a heart attack.

A clan of arachnids under my sink
spin a web big as a skating rink.

I bend to take a peek under the bed;
a thick sheet of dustiness fills me with dread.

Grandaddy Longlegs travels the floor
to build his cobweb home near the door.

When I open the windows to let in fresh air
A dustball tornado blows everywhere.

Think I'll go for a walk to adjust
and try to ignore all the cobwebs and dust.

written March 21st, 2012

Theme is Cobwebs and Dust

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Natures Gift

I saw a rainbow in the sky
I watched the birds take wing and fly
The trees and grass were different shades of green
Such a wonderful sight I've never seen
What a glorious display for me to see
What God has created for you and me

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My very first love

The very first blossom of spring
Is an early gift that summer will bring

The very first shower that falls
Is an answer to a parched earth’s calls

The very first castles of cumulus high
Cruises the sea of a blue desert sky

The very first swallow that sews tattered cloud
Is met by a buffet of a flying ant crowd

The very first day that I looked upon you
I heard Cupid’s chuckle as my heart was pierced through

The very first kiss that I stole full of doubt
Was answered by rain from your love’s soft rich cloud

The very first kiss held the promise of spring
A promise of summer that your love would bring

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Let the Wind Rage Outdoor

The last leaf’s falling from the tree
Farewell to autumn!
Snowflakes start their waltzing spree
To better future blossom.

Your hair darling turned to gray
As well as mine.
Our years together – a safety bay,
They are like aged wine.

More often I would love to hug,
To feel your warm embrace,
Near the fireplace to snug,
To kiss your lovely face.

I’d like to cuddle up to you
And to escape the loneliness.
In spite of time and old view
Remain with lasting beautiness.

And let the wind rage outdoor,
It won’t change our feelings.
I want to love you more and more,
Up to the end of our livings.

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

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Night Thoughts-

I ‘ve had the strange sensation,
thoughts swirling in my head,
Like “Where do fireflies go at dawn?”,
“Where do they go to bed?”

“What do owls dream about,”
,”while sleeping in their tree?”
“Do they dream about their night- flights,
“, and where the mice might be?”

“What fancies do the small bats see, “
“what memories do they keep?”
“I’d like to listen to their thoughts,”
“when they are fast asleep. “

Where might we all travel?
Which places would we be?
If we could know the night -one’s thoughts,
while dreaming in the tree.

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High into the Sky

The bird flew high into the sky
Looking down onto the Earth saying "bye!"

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Harvest Time

You may like Spring when flowers smell sweet
Or going to the beach in the Summer heat
You may like Winter when snowflakes fall
But I like Harvest Time best of all
I like picking apples and baking pies
And carving Jack-O-Lanterns with glowing eyes
I like the air of a cool crisp morning
When Jack Frost has come without warning
I like it when leaves turn yellow and red
That's when a blanket feels good on my bed
I like sitting with family and friends
Watching the sunset at days end
Then dressing up for the Harvest Ball
Yes, my favorite season is the Fall

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  Ray   of   clear sun  shows
   Across  the heaps of snows

   The  whiteness's  rival,
   Announcing the soon  arrival

   Of a host of  its  fellows -
   Welcome yellows,

   Not yet melting  - 
   Calling distantly to  spring.

   A simple beam of light
   Warning  the  winter’s  white:   
   Our   time is now,  brother -
   You must move over  for  another


Canadian winters can be long and severe, and the 
first hint of an ending is when  the  sun breaks through,
even though  it is  still  freezing weather.
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Entered in  Poet ~ Destroyer's  Contest 

"Any Poem in which did not place in a contest. (second chance contest)" 


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One Piece

Animals scurry on every branch each day.
Preparing for the next seasons display,

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Narcissus Daffodils

Narcissus (Daffodils) Narcissus has twelve different divisions All as beautiful as one envisions From trumpet small-cupped to Jonquilla Split Corona and the fragrant many cupped Tazetta With trumpets of yellow, coronas of pink and orange or red Even the pretty Triandus with its nodding head Some have fragrance some have none All displaying beauty trying not to be out done
Narcissus the correct terminoligy for Daffodils For Francines' Daffodils or ***** Willows contest Feb 2012

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What I Would like to forget

What I Would Like to Forget

The stench of me was putrid and gagging
For the black white varmint had made its marking
As I realized the volatile sensations erupting with in
Stupid I was having spooked the skunk at my garbage can
Odor no other equates to such pungency and frustration
For throughout my taste buds its musk engulfed my aggravation  
Having permeated seven layers saturated deep- I did scrub
My bath I did linger five days in the tub
Damn the experience which I would like to forget
I’ve learned at night to stay put in front of my TV set

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Planck to Present

If we close our eyes, can we look back to the start When the Universe began, when science played it's part Particle clouds so massive, so immense It's us, look around, learn it makes sense Drifting microbes, bacteria of sorts For millions of years mingled into life shaped contorts It has taken eons of time as life became known Where human words like Mother Nature, having claimed life's throne For in her sphere, blossomed riches of note From Dinosaurs to Zebra's, it's her right to gloat But what she has given is a chance to let live On this planet of beauty that we continue to sieve If we close our eyes, and we look back to the start We should be so very fortunate, we were invited to take part

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Believe and Forgive

Introduction: Sometimes your life sinks down a little, 
And when it does try and fight for Islam and have faith in Allah, 
ask for His divine guidance, believe and respect everyone, 
don't hold any grudge against someone, 
forgive them and surrender completely to Allah
And believe in His graceful light.

Don't fall apart,
When light fades away
Look deep in your heart,
Allah will aid your way

Nothing feels wrong,
While nature sings song
Days go along,
Until we're gone

Don't deceive,
Just learn to heed
Do believe,
And you will forgive.

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A Kiss of Sunshine

Beautiful light that lasted for long
Your lightening shine suppress the cloud

Brilliant Beauty from coast to coast
Your brighter shine rule my world

My lovely kids love painting in your midst
Cos your presence add meaning to their paint

Myself as well stock under your bountiful
Likewise my firm, my wife roam through you

Your fins and flippers eat the sea
But your dominant serve the plant

That is why I love to kiss you
Cos you never demand without supply

My sunshine, you are the haven
That shine my home and my coats.

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Beavers and Black Widow Spiders

" Beavers and Black Widow Spiders ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 6)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Architecturally - Skilled

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Born With A Blueprint To Build

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Furry Creatures - But To Few Appeal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Have A Bite That Can Cause Damage & Ill

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Seems To Have Avid-Arrangement Zeal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both - Busy Workers In Their Field

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both, Bold  & Blocks With No Trespassing Shields

Tho' Aracnids Can Spin and Create Aeirals
Beavers, Can Route Strong Rivers' Terminals

Tho' One Builds Dams & The Other One, Webs
Both Are Gifted and Noted Construction Celebs

Tho' One Owns Silk Factories & One - Lumber Mills
Both Are Building With GOD's Contract, Permit-Seal

Beavers and Black Widow Spiders
Both Denizens Are Divine Designs By GOD's Will

        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
                   by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Spring Soon Will Start

Last year is when it once had been
Now spring soon will start over again
Then April showers will finally fall
When birds sing can hear nature call.

Squirrels in circles start running around
Many flourishing flowers may be found
More things to do you were meaning
Such as washing with spring cleaning.

Snow and ice all finally did disappear
Greeted spring and are glad it is here
To truly enjoy and always appreciate
Thank You God for not having to wait.

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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest

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LAZY DAISY DAYS Languishing lying listlessly in the warm lamp of the sun Landscapes lingering language of lavishness again won Daisy dances decorate abundant demur flowerbeds Demonstrative distractive drapes-petite white heads Daylight daydreams decorate in delightful colored array Dispersing discord drama as I lazily capture a daisy day

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Maple Syrup and Wild Berries

" Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29 / Job 35: 11)

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Delectably Sweet

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Plants & Nature Treats

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Offers Earth's Tastebud Feasts

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Add Both To My Oatmeal, Pancakes or Waffles, Please

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both, Big Bears & Little Birdies Greet

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Snacks - You Don't Have To Pack To Go Meet

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both, Kiss Our Childhood Memories Cheeks

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both - Put In Pies, Cakes & Cookies We Eat

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are Part of The Best Desserts' Recipies

Tho' One's From A Bush & One's From Trees
Tho' One, Pools Upon Breads & One, Dives Into Creams

Tho' One Is Thick Sap & One's Plump & Juicy
Both Flavors, We Savor As Distinct & Sugary

Tho' One, When Bitten - Squirts Out Instantly
The Other, When Tapped, At First Barely Leaks

And Tho' One Is Poured & One Preserved or Jellied
Both Are Placed As Sweet-Pleasures In Our Pantries

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are of GOD's Confection Delicacies

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Both Are From GOD's Bowl of Delicious Energies

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries
Holy Father, Thank YOU, For Baking Both Candies

Maple Syrup and Wild Berries ...
Will Your Leaves Be Curing Nations In Garden Entrees'?
(Rev. 22: 2)

O' Yeah! ... Taste and See How GOD Is Good, So Graciously

       Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/18/2014
                by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Storm rages brimestones   from ages to ages.
    The earth quakes from its foundation,flakes of hell erupts from the depths beneath.
   Seed of discord blossom
  In the very cord of the society as nightfalls in    soweto  forestalls the dawning of a new era.  
Blaming mankind's curiosity or nature's complexity.

This is my first attempt on couplet,critics are welcome to air their minds.

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Seagulls Flying

Their wing span stretched to full extent 
to catch the updraft compliment. 
Still bodies caught in endless flight
Gray backs roll to sleek plumed white 

Ever on they plough the ocean
Held aloft with graceful motion
Testament to His creation
Marvels of natural aviation

Bodies turn on the slightest flip
As they swoop and soar, bank and dip. 
Then one by one they disappear
And suddenly the sky is clear. 

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The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within.
I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again.
The ground isn’t frozen. It feels so fertile once more.
The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store.
It’s still very chilly around here late at night.
But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right.
I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere.
At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare.
A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants.
But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter’s rants.
My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth.
Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring’s rebirth.
The images that beseech me as I leave this old house…
Are young, fresh, and with their colors I’ll soon be doused.
As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land…
My mind opens to see, the touch of God’s own hand.

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Where inspiration comes from - Contest

From hearts and flowers
the gaps between thoughts

moments within hours
gifts given and bought

dew drops on lotus leaves
skeletons of fish

smiles of old wise men
a reality from a wish

deep ocean currents
volcanic lava and ash

letters from the postman
a sudden increase in cash

a photographic image
words jumbled on a page

the formation of clouds
a bird outside a cage

sweet laughter of a kiddie
sad cries from those who’ve lost

hard lessons learned
and the price that it cost

spectacular sunsets
to snowmen who melt

rain dripping from gutters
life’s cards you’ve been dealt

4 September 2013

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The Tree At The Mall

The tree at the mall is right out front.
3 feet in; 4 feet out.
Been shortened for powerlines
and sparsened for rapists'.
It's branches cut back
where it's taxes placed it.
The tree at the mall is right out front.

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My Home

Welcome to my home for this is where I'll stay
It's where I was born, and where I'll end my days

It rests on the banks, of the Caledonian Canal
Surrounded by it's Highland beauty, in typical enthral

Cedars, Firs and Birch trees, iconic in their settings
Rain clouds often surround us, cascades them in their wetting

Then there's the carpets of heather, that cover clannish grounds
Where you can tip toe over it's surface, and not even leave a sound

To view the blooms of gorse, and marvel at our thistles
Just leaves you so in awe, walking with a whistle

We appreciate what nature gives, these breathing awesome beings
To watch them in her wilds, we rub our eyes at seeing

We are steeped in wondrous history, some good and not so grand
But nowhere on this earth, will you have stepped on welcomed lands

So welcome to my home, of mountains and the glens
Where us Highlanders reside, the ultimate of men

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Last Night

Take a sip of the sky, Oh what a sight. 
The sun is setting on our treasured night. 
Like romantic propaganda we sit hand in hand, 
and stare out into the shadows of the land. 
Such romantic beauty to behold, 
I'm holding you close so you won't get cold. 
Dreaming of lives together as one, 
as we watch the beautiful setting sun. 
I couldn't ask for a sweeter combination, 
like our poetry, we stir every sensation. 
The power of the flesh, the dance of the heart. 
On love's stage we play every part. 
Mother Nature in all of her glory, 
Plays the backdrop for our love story. 
Two hearts coming together as one, 
our new journey has just begun. 
We could paint a picture, we could write a poem 
We could call this a future, call it our home. 
Its more than words and it is more than lines 
When two lovers with a like mind combines

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Soft, silky, sweet and slow
Sexy, sensual and aromatic


Please release your concealing top
Send me into a daze let mind go . . .


Natural taste so rich it’s lovely
Thank you bee's for producing honey!

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Vowel Consonant

All the wind from east settles here
Those tender leaves of spring fear tears
Each birds' nest trembles by all moves
Moms sit on eggs strong cold wind braves
Imperative feelings she knows
To nuture from cold impose
Opens her mouth to lover
He feeds her food he discovers
Under God's hand, he is a provider 

A gift from God_his nuturing
Touched by the Master's conjucturing
Every minute God guides him
To food to sustain and bring hymns
Imagination can't express
The magnitude of His grace's blessings
Openly the birds sing Hallejuah
To Christ who is Alpha and Omega
Untrained, uneducated birds sing and worship
Unto Him their anthem ring with purpose

Sponsor: David Williams
Contest: Vow/Con or Opposites Attract

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Birds In Flight

<                                    birds in perilous flight

                            illuminating to this watchful eye's sight

                               outstretched wings ~ soaring high

                                bidding  ado ~ waving goodbye 

                                      homebound is their quest

                           offsprings await  safe return ~ back in nest

                                            red sky ~ tonight

                                    glad ~ I've captured this flight

                                      oh fly ~ my feather friends

                                    hope to see you  ~  once again


                                     for this love ~ so brand new
                                        what's drawn ~ me to you

Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Heaven Sent Smiles Contest
G.L. All






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I have watched and admired the astonishing beauty of a sunset,
usually at this time, dreamers and lovers put their thoughts to rest.

It isn't a surprise to know that all poets love colorful sunsets,
why would I reveal this secret to those dreamy, sleepy heads?   

Am I one of them, begging time to slow down instantly,
to let me contemplate all the colors of a pretty tapestry?

But who weaved it with such sheer perfection and exquisite taste?
Were hands ever used, or was it a powerful voice saying, " Create! "   

Some don't believe it was created by a Supreme Being who chose the delicate hues
to enhance the dazzling sunset with a divine touch...why are they still so dubious?

There was an apparent reason why God gave peaceful sunsets a different image...
to fill the believer's heart with that immense awe and praise His sacred name.

And with the true conviction that all poets love colorful sunsets,  
I declare their magnificence while the evening peace spreads.   

Written by Andrew Crisci
for nette onclaud's contest,
" In 24 Hours "

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Butterfly Beginnings

The butterfly flutters by begin, begin
as in true in nature love springs.

Ageless amazing nerves sing,
bowed tension on cello string.

Eyes which will not let go, 
Father of Fire was bound, just so.

Bound was man by the gift of flame
for love brings man both joy and pain.

Butterflies flutter within the begin
ageless amazing nerves sing,

Bowed tension on cello string
a trail of kisses flowing, sting.

Dry tinder burning in Earth bound glory
love to Eye tells a comet’s trailing story.

Love begins on butterflies wings
with the bowed tension of a cello's string.

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Seasons Last Leaf

Seasons Last Leaf
Purged atop a lofty Popular 
A singular leaf all that holds
Like in drowning - gasping for last breath
A life once was – now clinging to the past
The season of spring brought forth its life
Love to blossom to bear fruit and green
The wonders- all newly felt and viewed
The leaf smiled among the young it knew
In summer time the heat did soar
The leaf grew as rains did pour
By trials of wind water thunder and drought
The leaf endured each tribulation and grew proud
At first frost many shivered and fell
But most became brilliant chrisom red- do tell
A gathering of color painted by the creator’s finger
As the leaf among the many waited its time
Now the last- singularly purged atop the lofty popular
The life given it wavers to left than right
Until the leaf rest among the assembled piles afoot
In winter time a blanket comes
Upon the leaf the piles the ground
Nature cocoons to repair once more
The hope that comes after winter’s storms

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300 Lakes

Over 300 puddles of Sudbury lakes

once scraped by a glacier in hundreds of shapes.

Now filled with fresh water for everyones taste

like playing or boating wherever they're placed.

Some fish them or ski them in winter or summer.

Ski Doo them; Sea Doo them and bring them in Hummers.

There's swimmers and soakers with masks and with fins

to snorklers and divers with tanks and black skins.

With sunshine for tanners at rest on the shores

to moonlight and coolers; our social outdoors.

So don't ask your friends who they're coming to see.

when Living With Lakes means sharing is free.

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Winter Friends

The gathered birds are making such a cacophonous sound.
It is their way of telling me they now are onward bound.

They are rounding up the young, reminding every single bird.
They are so loud I am quite sure that every bird has heard.

The blackbirds, starlings, swallows, are headed on their way.
It’s time to fill the feeders now for the little ones that stay.

The chickadees and juncos, the towhees and that bunch,
Will be pecking at my window and begging for their lunch.

For just a few small handouts, they will keep me entertained
And chase away my doldrums, when all I see is rain.

With unspoken agreement,  they’ll provide the fun and song.
My part their food and water, the whole cold winter long.

received hm in this one

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Wharfedale Dawn

Embracing warped shadows with in crevice crouch
till the morning light liberates the hideous gloom.
Then upon the balmy breeze delirium vouch
dawn’s chorus melodious across the valley zoom.
How fragrant this moment a day born again
when sunbeams frolic within this a craggy place.
Nature comes alive in hillside dale and fen
simple truth abiding to ignite the human race.

© Harry j Horsman 2012     

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Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction

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Beaming Beauty

Sunshine and showers,
Bring beautiful flowers,
Beaming out,
Each grow; each sprout,
Joining our world here,
Giving a scent to share,
Each stem from below,
The children watch slow,
For its spring time,
The seeds are worth a dime,
Making this land,
Worthwhile with hand,
Gardening tools,
Are brought to schools,
Children make this beauty,
The flowers start to bloom with duty,
As they become more,
Starting from the core,
Drawn out in light,
Watch closely from distance in sight.

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When The Girls Play

Caissa poses brazen firm
watching bishops spread and burn
and in her awe demands a game
for galaxies unnumbered fame,
mesmerized by milky falls
across the fortress Nebula.

Through cosmic peppered crystal stars,
she perpetrates her grasping pawns
forcing out the king’s last play
a queen, the moon, usurps his rays.
But Nebula bemuses chance
of sweaty earth and circumstance,

her systems sprout from treasured strife
and knights patrolling massive life,
nine new rooks of regal birth
proving powers bursting forth.

She names the goddess little pearl
‘I’m waiting for you, fleshy girl,
to challenge complex moves of mine,
our last exchange, until next time.'

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Shaft of light

Where there is a gap in the dark gate
There is a shaft of light, so intemerate.

A ray that pulls all creatures to come along,
To experience the magic,inspiration so strong.

The sweet aroma in the air takes its course,
To liven things up,with the illuminating force.

The cold,drawn trees are filled with fervour ,
Dismayed,colourful butterflies now happily flutter.

Birds soar the sky around
While flowers enjoy the spotlight on the ground.

The golden light sparkles as were to say-
The clouded gate will open soon,light will make way.


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Brand New Day

Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don''s the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.

Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged

Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret

Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life

One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile

A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.

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Full Moon

Look at the bright full moon
It appeared so soon
Stare at the skies
While the ground is lit by fireflies
Absorb the scene
At midnight, its so serene
A scene of perfection
To it, there can be no rejection
Listen to the echo of silence
A precedent for an act of violence
Here I am showered in this light
No resistance, nothing else in sight
Giving me catastrophic power
My expectations were no lower
I sense a change in me
A demon that has been set free
A monster hiding under my skin
As if it were my very own kin
I can feel my features disfigure
Thanks to this mystical trigger
I feel indestructible
Annihilation I'll cause, unthinkable
I'm a hunter by instinct
All my logic, extinct
This little prey
Will have a price to pay
I'll play with it for a while
Run after it for a mile
Corner it, then I will
Savouring every moment of my kill
Every bite is a bliss
Feels like an angelic kiss
Every slash is holy
Giving me ultimate glory
My conscience watches the horrific scene
While the remains of my victim, I clean
In my head its a melody in tune
That is my curse and the full moon

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The beauty of the golden dew when the sun still soft and new winter morning misty,cold dewdrops turning grass tips gold quiver as if giving a nod acknowledging the grace of God listen to their whispering talk in the mid of morning walk touch them gently,take their scent those tiny treasures all God sent. ******************************

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Silver Batise

Silver batise gown mother nature wears
Long flowing garment with all plants she shares
Cool and damp she covers each leaf and blade
Preparing the earth for fall's rich deep shades

Alive with color her gown will soon flow
Richness and beauty the sun's rays will show
Crickets enjoy their time gratefully sing
Joy from thankful hearts resoundly ring  

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Silence and QUIetUDE

Alone climbed this hill, Watching so still. I overcame fears, Of all I held of yesteryears….. But up on this height, A majestic sight…….. Cloud flooded skies, A deep breath within me dries…. Tranquility!!! I feel you near, Oh I could sail in the winds without fear. My brown eyes held the stars to light, Soaked in the reflections that rose with pristine delight. Stillness of the moments I distinctly hear, Drained from within me is life’s fear... Stillness my vacant eyes munificently dart around to feel, Blueness is sliding into night’s lap, an obtuse glow alights its appeal. Calm waters come engulf my scorching mind, Pour yourself in through my eyes, quench burning embers that you find. Tranquility drench your serenity into me, Happiness flake my skin and singe it with peace to be. Now the simmering still waters seem uneasy, No waves lash the shores lying calm and easy. It seems that something has made it soporific, Sounds of relenting roars subdued by fresh snow layered thick……. Never ever the moon above has shined down so brightly, I welcome its soothing light within me forthrightly. No rushing water turning to foam, Retreats then comes again from the mountainous whispering domes…… Oh Moon, Entwine your auric wings of joys around my heart, Ooze from it pink flames, so darkness depart. Edify myself with joys of life Darkness gone, light piercing through like a sharp prudish knife. Welcome to my body all joys and peace, Let it override the ebbing forlorn to currents dwindle and decrease. Alone, I now sit, in quietude drenched, Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched. Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased, Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.

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The Old Red Barn

The morning sun glows the orange horizon.
Children asleep, soundless, in the back seat,

The daybreak dew sparkles on breezy leaves.
Sunflowers bow toward the distant east.

Winding roads traversing far-off landscapes.
The hum of the engine mesmerizes.

Peacefulness shines through a few floating clouds.
Blueness not quite showing in skies above -

No other vehicle for miles around.
The window rolled part way down, breathes freshness.

Golden grains wave with poise in western fields
Black and white cows moo, in pastures, grazing.

Wake up!  Look Children!  I remember well.
The old red barn in the distance, smiling.

© November 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen

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Misty Morning

dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn like icy diamonds this misty morn cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze as the sun climbs past invisible clouds the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud mercury is high but the air is dry somewhere under the tangerine sky

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I always have visions of running up the hill.
Far from others but between us all.

Leaping from a rock that's molten black
and frozen in time at a distant call.

Surrounded by a carpet of bright green moss
with the feel of a mate and the urge to crawl.

A hill whose top exhilarates and sets you below the dew.
Where going back down's a pathway home and love a place to sprawl.

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Silver Lining

The sun rose more than an hour ago 
But the morning is a dismal gray. 
Windows are fogged with a clinging mist 
Looks like we're in for a rainy day. 

The sky is overpowering the sea. 
Visibility is restricted. 
Dune fences slick from hard driving rain. 
Have been uprooted, torn, and twisted. 

I struggled to keep an upbeat mood, 
but my demeanor was sinking fast. 
When out on the choppy slate gray sea 
A pod of dolphins went popping past. 

Slick silver skin, triangular fins. 
Undaunted by inclement weather. 
They frolicked and splashed in the water. 
And right then, my mood got much better. 

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For The Eyes To See

The winds that blow at the top of the trees.
Make the leaves, and the limbs, and the branches weave.
Stare and stir, till your heart's content.
At the mountains of forest, and the mountains of leaves.
Mountains of loneliness.For the eyes to see..

The trees that whimper.The trees that sway.
Bring mixtures of motions-motions conceived.
A mixture of motions, at the top of the trees.
The limbs, and the branches, they never give way.
The branches too sturdy.Too sturdy they be.
Limbs and branches.For the eyes to see..

Mountains, and mountains, and mountains of trees.
Winds bring mountains-mountains of leaves.
Leaves of green, and leaves of brown.
Watch the leaves as they fall to the ground.
Leaves from trees.For the eyes to see..

Whistling winds.Trees that weep.
Droplets of sap.Droplets that seep.
Droplets that seep, from the trees that weep.
Towering trees.Trees that tower.
Trees that tower over me.
Towering trees.For the eyes to see..

Mountains of brown.Mountains for all.
These mountains they glow the color of fall.
The color of fall's the color for me.
As the leaves come down.Leaves of brown.
Leaves of brown, they're all around.
All around.For the eyes to see.

The mountains and forest seem to lie still.
As the winds calm down.On this blundering hill.
The leaves on the trees.They rest in place.
These mountains of trees.They're never erased.
Never erased, are these mountains of trees.
Mountains of trees.For the eyes to see..

Seasonal-Nature-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1982,2014..
ALL rights reserved..

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Soul of an Eagle, Life of a Dancer

The way he moves, like he’s floating on wings,
Dancing in beat to the song that he sings;

Dipping down, then up again fast,
A dance like his goes on, unsurpassed;

He spins to the left and then to the right,
Listen closely to the beautiful song he recites;

“Ya hey-ya hey-ya”  he chants to the beat of the drums,
One by one the crowd is awed and one by one succumbs;

To the spell that his slow movements have cast,
Till they have no perception of time that has passed;

His deliberate actions tell of his tale,
Of how one day he will prevail;

And soar with the beings up in the sky,
And then to the heavens he will fly!

~Honorable Mention in the "Fill in the Blanks" Contest by Paula Swanson~

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The Plight of The Honey Bee

Stop it, we’re stressed,
Our collective mind, regressed!

Searching for fields of clover,
Flower to flower. over and over.

But those planes full of bug spray,,,
A little of that and we fly astray

We just want to do our job,
But were turning into an aimless mob.

Remember we help to make your food;
Without us you might just be screwed.

And you think we will tell our honey-making facts,
We’re sorry, but that’s none of your beeswax!

So just admit it you need us more than you think,
Were out of sync, we could be gone in a blink.

We can’t find our way to our honeycomb home,
That stuff that you spray makes us aimlessly roam.

Our children need a life that’s serene,
An please, God, help us save the queen!


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Along Sunny Shore

Along Sunny Shore

Along sunny shore water will swirl;
In gentle motion will toss and twirl
While ripples back and forth will go
On a surface where the sun does show.

I realize when I see the reflection
What does go on in every direction;
A dock near river is being built
Over sand which seems soft as silt.

In my kayak from new dock will travel
To see mysteries of life that unravel;
Later on our dock will sit and look
Wondering what to write in my next book.

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Imitated, But Never Duplicated 2K11

Imitated posies; Plastic stems thirst not.  
Mother-Nature is duplicated not!!!

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We Have Embraced Stardust

The moon inhales a bunch of cosmic dust Making it seem the craters are of rust Unknown is the start of glowing stardust Maybe he’s found his powers that adjust I love the moon and if he surely must He digs in his pocket, showers stardust Nice here on Earth with heaven sent stardust It swirls in the wind, picks up in a gust The moon delivers its pride, not a bust What we have embraced, the love of stardust
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Blanket of Stardust" contest 1/11/2013

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True Colors

As fair Spring flaunts her colorful array,
Pale Winter sheds frosty tears each day!

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Mother Nature's Pain

Mother Nature embraces me in her arms
Natural beauty and natural harms
I could feel her love when she blows me a kiss
But I sensed a pain in this natural bliss 
I’ve felt her tears while I heard her heart break
I’ve seen her rage in the deepest earthquakes
A burning fire deep in her core
A single touch and we are no more
I’ve once felt her fire penetrating my skin
And the cold hard ground that she buries us in
I feel her pain and mine is the same
She is unappreciated and that is a shame
So I showed her that I love her
After all, she is my mother
And now she’s smiling once again
Drying off her tears of pain
Gently blowing her sweet kisses
That my heart so dearly misses

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I want to remember the feeling of throwing a rock
Watching it skip as I stand on the dock

Never worrying how far it will go
If it gets there fast or slow

In that moment time moved as a snail
Nothing in this world could fail

It flies crooked & bounces wrong
Didn’t even skip for long
         And that’s ok
Because before you could think to care
Every little boy had another flying through the air

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Butterfly - repost

Sweet butterfly with wings of gauze Give this tired heart a moment's pause Unburdened by the human cloak Freedom's spirit your flights invoke Dreaming times in cloudy spheres Raining droplets made of tears With not a whisper you fly away I would not bid you here to stay Beside your path goes just a bit of me For one moment my soul flies free
for the Butterfly contest

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If I could come back I would be a great star.
I would dance up above and protect from afar.

When the night got too long, yet you feared the day.
Through your window I'd creep to keep bad one's away.

To the sea I'd invoke as you watch from the sand.
I would whisk you away to the moon with my hand.

With my powerful light angry storms would subside.
Not even a beacon could shine such a light!

I would scare away evil's who lurk in the mist.
They would hide in the caves with one shake of my fist!

A mere mortal I'll roam until my time is due.
I'm your star who's earthbound brightly shining for you.

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Rocky Mountain Water

Here in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado,
is the most pristine spring water anyone will know.
Oh how wonderfully bright and clear.
Nobody has springs like the ones found here.

The drops twist and turn through the mountain streams.
They move like the ones in the most elaborate dreams.
Just as liquid crystal they will flow.
The streams help all life to live and grow.

Well, I am a lifelong East Coast man.
Am I able to travel to Colorado?  I never can.
I have a small sample of Rocky Mountain water right here.
I will pour it out of this can of beer.

Written 9/21/2011
Robert Pettit

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Evolution Revolution

I was sitting on the beach enjoying the dawn
When along comes a crab with two fierce pincers drawn
When I shifted off slightly to give him some space
He sat down beside me with pincers retraced.

This fellow was not of the cute well known kind
 But a creature evolution had let lag behind
His shell was a tangle of shiny shellac
A dashed wall arrangement of polka dot black

I wondered to myself would he think it queer
If I asked him the question what are you doing here
Since I was the human who traveled the land
And he just out walking on a dry piece of sand

So we sat there in silence each in his own space
Yet somehow connected in the rising sun’s grace
As he walked to the water with an eight clawed resolve
Was he thinking to himself would man ever evolve?

Retracing those steps made eons before
He paused where the waves became one with the shore
With a last look around taking time to regroup
He gracefully entered the primordial soup

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Point Lobos Paths

Last Fall, my church's Scouts and I went hiking.

A few miles north of Big Sur’s coast,
There is a forested park much to our liking.

Point Lobos is the nature preserve that I love most.

The beauty there is supernal, beyond description.

We chose our trails with maps and compasses,
And practiced local plant identification.

I pointed out Monterey Pines and Cypresses.

For a time we climbed a steep inclination.

We looked down into a cove, home of sea otters,
From a viewpoint near the old whalers’ station.

We climbed through a cleft worn down by waters.

That Saturday outing wasn’t a total disaster.

The boys passed tasks to advance in ranks.
Life doesn’t get much better for an old Scoutmaster.

Lastly, to the Great Spirit we all gave thanks.

For Goethe Stanzas contest

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Autumn Down Our Road

Driving down our country lane yields 
    sweet fragrant orchards and vast pumpkin fields…

The bustling sounds of autumn are heard here and there
    with early signs of harvest, and a rustle in the air 

A tractor is billowing dust up through the trees
      frightening the birds, and disturbing the bees

Tall wheat has been harvested and raked in high stacks
    Into neat hills and mounds, alongside the old railroad tracks

From the high reaching branches, the ripened fruit has smiled
    with mountains of bushel baskets teetering in piles

Wagons are loaded with round pumpkin faces
    Displaying fall’s bounty so proudly, in warm sunny places

Autumn in my neck of the woods
By Carrie Richards 10/3/11
For Michael's Contest: Falling In Love With Fall

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Fade to Black

The waves roll in and whisper to the sand. 
Hushed toned tales from mysterious foreign lands. 
Two boats pass red green lights shining bright. 
One heading home one off to fish the night. 

The sky is bright and backlit to the west
In a faded pink toned long sheer flowing dress. 
A flock of geese draws the curtains on the close of day. 
Silent black dots flying then they fade away. 

A round red moon like a glowing ball of fire
Rekindles thoughts of romance and desire. 
Happy with what I have not what I lack
As the surrounding landscape slowly fades to black. 

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An ode to nature

An ode to nature .......   

Whether it is the solitude bliss of the cozy air blowing, 
Or the excellence of the river's flowing, 
Or the wonderfulness of the tabletop plateaus which is at a single time many things showing.   
I always enjoy the beauty of nature, 
And the one who has created it must be a wonderful creature.  
 I always admire this creation of god, 
Whether it is the bark of the dog, 
Or the great scenery of the winter's hazy fog.   
A beautiful scenery of nature of always in my mind whether I lay on my couch, 
Or see the jumping kangaroos carrying their young ones in their pocket pouch.   
By bowing a seed, 
 the mother nature we can feed,
 And can find a place in heaven which we indeed need.   
By growing a tree, 
From all the bad karma's we get free,
 And with a positive prospective the world we can see.   
The beauty of nature can't be described in words, 
Somewhere it is beauty of animals and somewhere the beauty of birds.   
Of the nature I am a big fan,
 The best is that on it's beauty no one can put a ban.   
But unfortunately mother nature is losing it's beauty, 
As some are not properly doing their duty.  
 With fully opened eyes we should look around, 
And then say if such monsters are not found.   

By Rachit Bansal

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A flower rejects the chill of winter's icy constrain
to bathe in harmony with the heavenly spring rain

A princely frog on his lily pad chains
awaits his mate and descent of fertile spring rains

A sly fox trying to survive his hunger pains
cunningly awaits the lifesaving spring rain

A farmers precious crop would be sown in vain
without the arrival of blessed spring rain

When harsh winters leave us desolate and drained
we embrace in the bosom of the rejuvenating  spring rain

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Whale with a Long Tail

Whale with a Long Tail

There was a whale with a long tale,
Who, out of her hole, would exhale
Water way high up into the sky;
People would see it while passing by.

Mother and calf both live in a pod;
They are always protected by God
And also man who there are many,
But one day whales may not be any.

So before off all of them do die
Take care of them we should try;
Even if still a calf or are fully grown
Best thing to do is leave them alone.

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Please, lowly and so very hairy worm,
believe ! You must have faith, your luck will turn;
your somewhat desperate soon-to-be flutter
will cause provision - of bread and butter -
to a family's table very far away;
this thought really ought to be making your day !

Alan McAlpine Douglas

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Come In, The Wind Dancer

Come in, you wind, please, settle down
Must be quite tired, all that rushing around!

Tell me a tale – oh, come on, dear wind!
Tell me what you’ve seen, tell me where you’ve been?

Yes, please come in, wind, to tell me a story –
Whatever you speak of, I know will not bore me

You’ve flown over here, blown over there,
Visited places no one would dare

You’ve traveled so near, traveled so far,
Say, what is it like to touch all those stars?

You can drip like the rain, rush like the water,
Cool things way down or make them much hotter

You come on in, my dear, dear friend wind
Blow right through my soul, cleanse me deep down within

Then, take me with you as you go, my dear wind
Carry me gently, pull me loose from my skin

Let’s dance windy waltzes as we swirl through the air
A lover’s embrace – feel the joy we will share

When our wind dance is over & you return me to human,
I’ll feel so much better, a happier woman!

Yes, let us go then, wind, you and I
Throughout the galaxies let us spread wings and fly

Across the blue, true dream of sky
Let us go then, wind, just you and I

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The Witness

Golden blood, strong and pure,
Seeping from fellow wooden hearts.
Emerald blades, tall and humble,
Beaded with silvery tears.
Weathered scarlet hoods, sorrowed and low,
Concealing unseen beauty.
For centuries it stands, 
Its arms stretched wide,
For it cannot run, nor can it hide.
It sits to watch the seasons pass,
To witness life and death, alas. 
Mother to the forest,
And all that roams.
Internal emotion blazes from the soul,
Though from within it is contained,
Behind those barky ribs. 
Pity and shame,
Can only be felt,
For this silenced sage.
Seemingly immortality is possessed,
Though even this almighty will cease. 

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Flowers bow before the sky.
Puffy clouds drift lazily by.

Birds are now chirping a song.
Sunshine rays feel of gold bronze.

Butterflies dance in the gentle wind.
Warm weather, God surely does send.

Spring is knocking on my door.
How can I stay inside and ignore?

It is begging me to come out and play.
Leave the work inside for another day.

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Her Virginal Lie

The first snowfall has arrived, carpeting natures grounds
Her pure virgin lay blows me away in total abound

The winters colours now hidden, no more ashen dulls and greys
For a marvel appears before me, I'm smiling on a winters day

Skeletal trees show promise, shadowed by topside white
In turn it allows the nighttime to show an element of bright

Rooftops now show like tiles amidst a background of black
Streetlights sharpen it's glow, for it's white shall never lack

I awaken the following morning to find her virginal lie now scathed
Footsteps of natures creatures criss-crossing their mental pave

Having witnessed the first snows of winter, shows another seasons here
Her tomorrows I look so forward to, to me she so endears

*~* For the "First Snowfall" contest *~*

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The hills are alive

The hills are alive

These hills are alive with mystery
As I sit here all alone and free.

It’s morning time, so beautiful
As I listen to the wild birds call.

That God is here I know for sure
Her presence fills me more and more

I hear music loud and clear
The song of nature’s always here

Among these hills that I love best
I sit here filled with happiness

25 June 2014 @ 0826hrs.

I offer this pathetic write to Scots contest, sorry mate, too short for me but done my best

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A Steel Flower

Once I was naïve and innocent
And believed that everything was Heaven sent
I was like a flower – soft and gentle
Open to the slightest breeze’s pull
I grew in unbridled sunlight
Where everything was perfect and right

But then there came the long, hard frost
And in an instant life was lost
The will to live vanished so fast
And I became nothing but a steel cast
A cast of what I once was 
My wounds bandaged with metal – not gauze 
I became resistant to the breeze
Nothing seemed to put my soul at ease

But I chose life over death
And continued to take in deep breaths
While no longer so easily swayed
I haven’t lost all of my old ways
I’ve learned it’s not always wise to hide
And have come to embrace both sides
Of my life and who I hope I’ll become
Without forgetting where I’m from 

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I am a party animal, my heritage is mixed
quite content to lounge about when conditions remain fixed. 

Suppose that’s the nobility which Krypton must provide,
maintaining stiff upper lip when I’m all buzzed inside.

Then too, I’m mostly nitrogen, which is very stable, 
tamping volatility of oxygen: it’s able

to combine with hydrogen (that’s also in my make up).
Uncontrolled? Oh that would lead to an explosive break up.

Carbon Dioxide? Its percentage varies night and day:
vegetative respiration, or so the boffins say.

I wonder why I don’t glow multicoloured in a storm:
my neon, argon, radon being Vegas lighting norm.

If I had more Helium the humans would sound squeaky.
I imagine the attraction of that chap Enrique

Would suffer greatly from affliction. He’d become mundane,
and prove downright offensive if I gave him more methane.

I’ve also Nitrogen Oxide, not Nitrous NO2, 
and a soupçon of ozone which had once protected you

from harmful rays from Out There much more than now is measured.
It seems that humans cannot see what really should be treasured.

I’m moved by friction of the Earth and pressure off the bat
while Coriolis effect pushes me this way and that:

north and south of the equator, the opposite I spin.
Any other speculations, my friends, are simply wind.

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           white-capped waves dance on an angry sea,
                    as the tempest grows in intensity.

  written 9/29/11  for Brian Strand's Succinct contest.

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I stood in the balcony for a long time....
Staring at the twinkling stars & fine;
Wishing that if any will fall...
I will catch it as though it were a ball....!

When the mischief of winter was at its best...
While the feathery birds shivered in the nest;
I stood alone....waiting for the night
To cover me in its blanket~so dark & tight...!

While the affluent babus rested in their AC chamber;
While the poor man sustained the threats to his slumber...
By Winter,much like a terrorist grave....
But yet he survived with a heart brave...!

& I was there....all awake;
Munching the moon as if it were a cake;
Whispering to the stars my stories n secrets....
Flocked by glow-worms & thousand other insects....!

I was living my dream...with Nature,I guess...
Inventing codes of happiness....
While the city was dreaming in its sleep...
Toiling against the wintry-sweep........!!!

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Rare Snowfall

The snowfalls of my childhood are but memories today, In mild winters where I live now, fifteen hundred miles away. Today I wakened to a sight that took me back in time, Bright snow covering the ground, surprised trees wreathed with rime. The roads are ice arenas, which few drivers can traverse. Cars lie abandoned by the side, or in the ditch, or worse. The schools are closed and children are sliding down the hills, Some partaking for the first time in a snowy day of thrills. I wish that I could conjure up a horse and big red sleigh That I could take out for a drive on such a wintry day. I’d bundle up my grandchildren in my big sled for a ride To enjoy the startling beauty of a wintry countryside. Written for Francine’s contest “ A Winter Couplet” Theme chosen. “First Snowfall”

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Sunny days don't turn me on, but I like the rays they bring.
Moonlit nights do rock my world, and make me want to sing.

It may sound strange that I prefer the dusk more than the dawn.
It wakes up my mind and body, and a sudden energy comes on.

Some say it is depression, an avoidance of some sort.
I will beg to differ there, but many thanks for their support.

It is best described by me, as a peace the day can't give.
It does not seem chaotic, and there is more time to forgive.

The sounds I like also come at nighttime for some reason.
I prefer the crickets chirping, to an alarm clock any season.

Last but not least the romance seems to flourish at that hour.
Whether in the bed, the kitchen or my favorite - in the shower.

Sunny days don't turn me on, I do not need them to feel heat.
Moonlit nights do rock my world, and then the day's complete.

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Where Have You Been

Where Have You Been?

Rainbow, rainbow where have you been?
Will we ever, ever see you again?
High in sky where you seem to soar
As I stare at you from my front door.

What there must be is a cloud burst
This is the thing that happens first
From background which is dark and gray
Dangerous for me when outside I play.

Sharp lightening could happen any time
And then in thunder will begin to chime
All of us desperately it does scare
Hearing loud, booming sound everywhere. 

What a beautiful arch it will be (Golden if in St. Louis)
Which God has just made for you and me
It skipped on by so I hit the sack
In my dreams, rainbow returned and came back.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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The mountains stand soaring, touching the sky,
Their snow-capped craniums held high.

The brooks and the rivers, crystal clear
Carry the Essence of Life - water so dear.

The air is always untainted and clean
Dust and dirt forever unseen.

The shrubbery and vegetation are flourishing fast
“The Slash and Burn age” is now the past.

Dreams, you see, are peculiar things,
Unknown and unseen into our mind it clings.

Some come true while others fade,
This dream, O Lord, let it not fail.

‘Coz this little dream is not just mine,
It’s yours and theirs; it is growing…the line.

Let’s not stand aside and stare away,
Let’s get into action and pave the way.

To make this world a cleaner one.
To make our short stay much more fun. 

Day by day, hour by hour,
Let’s build up our dream destination.


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Midnight's Robe

Midnight has come to drape her robe
Of darkness over this side of the globe.
Smooth, like velvet, it muffles all sound
Save for the hem touching the ground.
And from its deep folds, bright jewels shine forth:
Lyra, Orion, the Star of the North. 
Such riches never before seen on Earth
Sparkle these diamonds of unmeasured worth.
Midnight displays her riches untold;
To her stars are dust. How would she treat gold?

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1. Rain, Ambrosia of existence, by its showers.	
2. Besides source of crops, nourishment to consumers.
3. If rain ceases, wide cosmos is famished.
4. If stormy-rain diminishes, tillage also becomes impractical.
5.Rain destroys, as destroyer indeed, preserves ruined.
6.If no drizzling, even grass appears rare.
7.Even ample ocean dries, if rain fails.
8.Ritual, festal offers terminate, if draught continues.
9.Charity, prayers discontinue, if rain offers not.
10.Rain preserves conduct, as existence by water __________________________________________
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31B.C)the author in Tamil
Translated byS.Kandasamy,Musiri,Trichy(Dt),TN,India 
Published on on 3-12-2013

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Loss Of Habitat

I watch the swaying brown tipped rushes
Against my cheek the gentle wind brushes
On quiet blue a dragonfly dips its feet
Landing where the sun and water meet
Blackbirds flash a wing of ruby red
Busy keeping a nest of fledglings fed
Bullfrogs with throaty voices call
Declaring  their presence to one and all
Faint sound of traffic accosts  my ears
As twilight descends and darkness nears 
Saddened by the coming months of fall
This habitat destined to be a shopping mall......

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Summer is Here

Summer Is Here

Life starts over when summer is here
And all of the things I love so dear
Are now blooming and have come alive.
Through winter and spring did survive.

Beauty is in each bloom that I see
And birds flying high and so free
From the sun they are now all tanned
And tired looking for a place to land.

They always know place which is the best
And all return back to their nest
Built on top of a tall, tremendous tree
Which is where God wants them to be.

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Butterfly Kisses contest

Spring woke the world out of its dismal sleep,
Musical sounds of life rejoiced, no longer compelled to weep,

Cocoons cracked fervently,
While light permitted the earth to see,

The splendor of such a sweet creation,
Arising with vigor and anticipation,

Marvelous pigments danced in the warm wind,
Deep in the meadows is where their lives did begin,

Like little flags in midair waving in victory,
It was time for perfection to finally be free,

Butterfly kisses consumed the atmosphere,
Gracefully loving all that came near,

patches of wings swirling in vibrant trails,
lavender violets just casually sailed,

Souring so brightly without a care,
Delicate and delightful some extremely rare,

While landing for a moment in a garden of flowers,
They drank of sweet nectar, renewing all power,

Rejuvenated, now ready to flee,
Onward they swayed towards their destiny.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 4-8-12

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Rainy day finally gave way to intermittent sun -
Walked out with camera before rain should return,
And fell in love, mesmerized, helpless, captivated.
Stopped at garden with waist-high iron railings, riveted,
And its flowers stunned me.  Never knew you could get
So many blooms into a pocket-handkerchief spacelet.
Hanging baskets overpouring their petunias down 
To meet  roses climbing tenaciously up the trelliswork brown;
And tubs along the short path, each tub   -  afire and flaming 
With joyful marigolds of yellow and orange   - jostling
For space to get fired up and send their glow  
Over the path’s six stepping stones, submerged below
Spreading alyssum and  spotted lobelia, which crept
Cautiously over the bottom of the railings  stepped.

But filling this mini-realm were the marguerites’ charms,
Reaching through their tiny prison’s bars into my arms,  
Offering their open hands in supplication, white innocence,
Wide spread, full of generous, pure  opulence :
Golden topaz seed-centres glossed with raindrop spot.
Oh I touched them as I might an uncertain cat, careful not
To spill their watery yolks. They ignored the iron bars with ease,
And begged me to pluck them, waving steadily in the breeze,
And invading the footpath outside the garden with their whirl, 
Looking me in the face and smiling irresistibly  like a pretty girl,
Welcoming, flirting, lovely, brushing my fingertips to invite, 
Large,perfect, pristine, fragile, graceful, white.
Took some quick pictures as the rain came suddenly back there, 
As it does in every  head-over-heels  love affaire.

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Abstract flowers

Without the vase,colour blooms
witnin,death and gloom

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The three fork

trees are building the walls
the sun shows the stalls
leaves color the roof
along the path I hoof

damped footsteps resonate
wait and hesitate
in front a three fork 
a forested torque 

along the smallest path 
with a homely lath 
branches move aside
light rises a new tide 

talking causes a blot 
a small hidden spot
with a heavenly gun
a pond mirrors the sun

©Ellie Daphne 2013

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Abounding and Resounding

Abounding and Resounding

Ice and broken branches did fall down
Onto ground where grass is now brown
Sun came out and back to life will bring
What once had been dying and everything.

Spring soon will be here with life abounding
Gave God cheer which was really resounding
Thanked Him for life which would appear
And, again in winter, it will disappear.

Life is just like a continuous action
Giving your soul so much satisfaction
By God, all of it had been granted
Along with some seeds I had planted.

James Thomas Horn

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The Natural Machine

A tempest calls calm south seas
to rise and fall and they appease
their shifting partner the warm air
of whose plan they're both aware
Soon winds and water will make an eye
which searchs upward, low and high
all the sky for signs to cease
its ephemeral turning and to release
the many tons of water held
by those clouds that bend and meld
themselves into a twisting pair
which first appears a bad affair
but soon each arm's center is found
which sends them faster round and round
Now spiraling with perfect rhythms
the sign is seen and countless prisms
of captured water are set free
to fall to land, then seep to sea
and all the rivers and creeks that drain
that melting snow and heavy rain
complete the final phase
of something cyclic that does amaze
with both its perfect paired pieces
and its broken and breaking releases
that come from lack of counterweight
Yet this slightly flawed state
will always lead into a new
just as beautiful point of view
that is only seen when in between
two balanced parts of a machine
Like the winds and water that make an eye
which soon unravels to reveal blue sky

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A Butterfly's Visit

My butterfly garden of splendid views Bestows trails of wings in vibrant hues Blooming flowers tempt with nectar sweet As butterflies flutter, grand colors a treat Their grace lifts my soul in the dawn's early hour While I watch them dance from flower to flower In morning glory, a monarch kisses then flies This butterfly gift, a charming surprise She gently touches my hand as I freeze Her delicate wings then wave on the breeze A moment in time, beauty given to me On wings of glory, a cherished beauty My butterfly garden of splendid views Bestows trails of wings in vibrant hues But one brilliant monarch floating on the wind Landed for a visit and became a dear friend By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 1,2012 for a Butterfly's Trail of Kisses contest (Gail Doyle) first place

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Mountains High, Oceans Deep

Ankle deep water, ebbing, seeping
From melting ice to flood is leaking
To form a rapid river flowing
Ounce by ounce this stream is growing

To wash into an oval pool besides
Then rush to meet the rising tides
Of oceans deep and full and wide
Where froth upon the billows ride

Upon a yellow sandy shore
Where shells collect up by the score
Displayed in jars in seaside shops
Among golden pears and red gum drops

From mountains high and oceans deep
Where eagles soar and dolphins leap
From high above to down below
So much beauty to love and know

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Spring Rain

I dare not go outside today,
For fear that I might wash away.
God’s sending rain in steady stream;
The day is soggy to extreme.
I simply do not have a clue
How all the little birds make do. 
God so busy making weather,
They’ll be soaked, in every feather.
He provided an umbrella.
The holly tree, that big fella
Is shielding tiny birds, I bet
And keeping them from getting wet

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In Every Essence

When I awake I can hardly wait
To hear sparrow who sounds so great;
Such a nice way to start of the day
While I work inside and will stay.

Windows have opened each and all
So I can hear all of nature call
In form of sparrow so freely singing
Who to me much joy is bringing.

As the clouds all started to form
And I knew soon could come a storm
Sparrow wondered what was the matter;
There was so much singing and chatter.

Storm passed by and bright sun now see
And again with God I then truly agree
Sparrows chirping and their presence
I love and appreciate in every essence.

James Thomas Horn, Bolivia, NC.

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Dark wolf down

  Dark wolf down
in Lost Ravine
shot and killed

and three o'clock
sleek form lying
on black rock

White wolf 
across blue skies
grey clouds
gather in her eyes

lightning strikes

as she descends

to spill the bright red

blood of men.

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Flying High

<                                            my deepest passion
                                              outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion  

                                              encircling his domain 
                                              tride and true he remains  

                                              sno-capped peaks
                                              for mate he seeks

                                              call of the wild
                                              imatate like a child

                                              fields of green
                                              crystal streams

                                              beyond horizon
                                              sun's new arising

                                              take me back home
                                              to where the eagle roams

                                              for the capture of ones flight
                                              is purity for ones watchful eye's sight

                                              so come join me on this excursion
                                              inspiration you'll be splurging

                                              I thank you my feather friend
                                              be safe until we meet once again

                                              for you hold your own glory
                                              as it's told in this tales story

Entry For Amy Green's Contest
My Deepest Passion
G.L. All


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A Wild Wish

Into the wild I wish to go
Where birds fly free and flowers grow
To lose myself in state of mind
That other folks will rarely find
I want to find that special place
Where not a man has turned his face
I wish to sail the unseen waves
Of wind rushing through wild caves
To climb the mountains in all their height
And once atop in the view delight
To smell a rose and run with deer
Out in the wild I'll have no fear
Far away from any man
The noise and bustle that rule the land
When darkness falls I settle down
And listen to the owl's wise sound
I'll sleep beneath the watchful moon
And stars that shine o'er silent dune
When dawn springs forth and sun comes out
Awake I'll rise with joyous shout
Into the wild I wish to go
In summer sun or winter snow
To lose myself and then I'll find
The part of me that once was blind

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Beauty Still Stays

Our position was on top of the summit
Then downward we started to plummet;
Snow and ice seemed to be everywhere
So we had to descend with much care.

High up on tall mountain, we had been
And thought and thrill of doing it again
Entered our minds reaching the bottom;
Will go again next year in the autumn

For a while we will continue to yearn;
Majestic mountain is where we will return
And see leaves as their colors do change
To bright ones which at bottom re-arrange.

All deciduous trees did become bare;
Snow and ice now was every where
And although I have become much older
Beauty still stays in eye of the beholder.

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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.

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Shooting Star

A wayward star has lost it's place
Amidst the vastness known as space
Too close to earth it's path did lead
This shooting star for us to see

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The Lamp

The lamp post sits upon the right
Of the street shining its light
To reveal a snowflake fallling down
To stake a claim upon the ground

A spot so very small but yet
This is only a tiny step
For later on in the nights deep
More flakes will fall to hide the street

For though each flake is but small
They work together to cover all
To make the ground a shining white
The lamp reveals upon the right

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Ode To The Whippoorwill

I remember in the evening's dusk,
The singing breeze in the drying husk;
Along woods edge, the whippoorwill's cry,
So alluring its call angels would sigh.
Yes, I remember the whippoorwill,
But do the angels remember still?
The call that echoed  the end of day
When man would put his labour away;
And meditate with the singing breeze 
And the whippoorwill amongst the trees.
I wonder if angels sigh of choice,
For never now do I hear its voice.

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I gaze in awe at skeins of geese in flight,

   Framed within the majestic moon at night!

       From whence they came I ponder

          And whither they go I wonder!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved

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Adventures in the underground                 	                                                     
did that grow up or down            		                                                 
Light on my head starring into the dark	     			               
what a funny word to be called as I imbark                                          	              
Could it be because I tread water and guano up to my knees                                      
or the sound I would make if I took a wrong step aiiee             	                
Like an aztec two steps which way do I go  		                                 
looking across the vast pothole                                                                                    
As I am pitching and squeezing back to the top                                                           
I am know speleologist but has any one seen the cave cop                                        
I can see the light of day from this cavern                                                                
maybe next time let's just talk about it at the tavern                                               
For I am filthy and dirty but not the word                                                               
maybe only to a caver if you have not heard

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Another Year

Our summer is late this year
Spring showers keep coming still
But the meadow is full of green
And glorious wild flowers seen
Patience, for the sun will shine
We'll have picnic weather sublime
Then begging for cool breezes
And relief from summer sneezes
Too soon the hills will  brown
And then be wearing winters gown
Seasons seem to fly right by
The year gone with a sweet sigh

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Picnic in the fall contest

During the fall overwhelmed with crisp air,
Is a time where I like to share,
A treat with my sweetest love,
While we gaze far above,
Underneath the late noon sky,
After the bugs don’t want to fly,
I can enjoy the time we share,
As the cool breeze blows my hair,
Laying down on Satin sheets,
In the grass our eyes do meet,
Eating fruit from the vine,
A glass of Merlo adds to our dine,
Purple, pink, reds and blues,
A canvas painted just for two,
Sounds of leaves whispering as they meet,
Glorious birds harmonizing beats,
Marching ants finishing up their day,
Alongside where we lay,
souls are restored by the silent lake,
Nature gives, it does not take,
Quiet reflection of our day,
A picnic in the fall is the best way!


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Sudbury Noodles

If people were noodles and lakes were their soup,

Sudbury's basin would be a great scoop.

300 lakes or just a bit more.

Some have been counting and some are just bored.

Sudbury's water is healthy and clean

leaving our noodles shining with gleam.

Fresh water soup minus the salt,

fresh as going into; fresh by default.

Trees for our parsley cover our shores

keeping us fancy and breathing for more.

Soup we serve fresh out of each bowl

welcoming noodles the world whole.

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Where salt air, sand and soil meet;
                    A breeze of seasons sung a day.

Life grows to pass beneath your feet;
                    Still under grass we sleep to stay.

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The Tidings of Fall

There a movement in the trees
The goings of an autumn breeze
Tickling leaves of red and gold
Making hot summer into winter cold
And in the air there goes a wisp
Of smoke riding on air so crisp
Of days to come this is a sign
Of seasons change and change in time
For heavy coats and fire bright
New stars to see up in the night
But at this time before the snows
It's falls turn now to put on a show
First one tree and then the next
A show so striking so complex
And looking up the sky so blue
But this is nothing compared to You
A glimpse of Heaven for us to see
A hint to us Your great beauty
But as for now we'll stand amazed
Of wondrous things that You have made
Winter's coming and summer's gone
And fall won't be here very long
Now out the window look alas
Night has come so very fast
Time to sleep but again we'll see
In the morn this great beauty

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Magic Willow

There once was a boy and a magic willow tree 
For in this tree the boy was all that he could be

The tree was old and strong
And together is where they belong

The branches hung low but the tree stood high
And together the boy believed they could fly

Adventures would arise
Many bad guys found there demise

The tree was a space ship ready for flight
To take the boy far out of sight

The tree was a fort
Or a big ship coming to port

The tree was a jungle gym
Letting the boy swing from limb to limb

When the boy ran out of imagination 
This was not cause for hesitation

He still had yet to reach the top
Maybe a little afraid of the drop

But with this tree nothing was impossible 
No adventure was ever stoppable

The higher the boy climbed 
The more the world shined

As the top grew near
Far was he from fear

Together they saved the day
And all along it was just play

There came a time when the tree had to go
The boy was sad, but he did not know
That where this tree once stood, many more would grow

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A bird flutters its wings,
Propelling itself into flight.

A gargoyle stares down at 
London with its gruesome smile.

A whale swims slowly,
Its huge mouth open to eat.

Under the ground, a mother
Rabbit nurses her young.

A boy lays sleeping,
Darkness falling.

All the places we can go,
None is as pleasant as home.

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I step outside the house this morning
And notice a change that's come without warning
Yesterday the air I breathed was bitter
So much so that it made me chitter

Today there seems to be a hint
Of the warmth coming after winter's stint
The atmosphere seems different too;
The sky, a slightly brighter blue

There's also a scent that I remember
Disappeared completely around last September
It seems to be returning now
And is that a shoot on that high bough?

I, myself, feel different as well
There's a certain optimism casting it's spell
Over my usual gloomy bent
Changing my mood to one of content

Looking around at the once bare earth
I see the signs of brand new birth
I smile at the world, it's new life still young
It seems, that finally, Spring has sprung

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A quickie for two

Agile feelings all alone
Fragile living on my own 
Fickle fingers typing thought
Meaning, depth and insight sought
Drowning sorrows, quicksand driven
Floating promise slowly risen 
Words contained, but yearn to fly
Caged, the birds in my mind’s eye
Burn the rust within this soul
Combust with freedom, make me whole
Transform this canvas, recreate
Brand the keeper of this gate
As art well sculpted by brain power
Planted seeds that sprout to flower
And nurtured by an inner voice
Where roots grow deeper, fed by choice  

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Home and hearth (for the wise children of Earth)

Tell me the secrets to your life, bushman
Show me how to befriend the garish land
Guide me through nature’s surviving devotion
Teach me with dry eye that knows no ocean
Lead me to hope in battlefields dead
Limit the sweat drops that stroke my forehead
Grace the cracked crevice of yesterday
Turn them 'to valleys of knowledge at play
Whisper to me the ancestral dream
Wet each subtle contoured stream
that smooth the plains of a timeous kingdom 
Nestle me against the bosom of freedom
Forgive ignorance raised from infancy
Respectfully remind me of bliss and harmony
Make everything new, as it once was
Shelter my prayers in shallow graves past
Mark them with nourished droughts of fortune
Symbolised by strength and wisdom in unison
Synchronise peace through roots of your heart
Celebrate remembrance through sticklers of art
Let blood warmth that course through your veins
Recycle this savage ‘til the end of days
Navigate me to heaven hidden in the stars
Simmetrically ripen my thought battlescars
Understand and bleed into me as if earth
Entwine and bear with me, oh ethnic since birth

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You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam

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Beautiful lights that glare before me,
Magic delights you allow me to see.

Mystical Rain in the sky up above,
Mystical Rain throwing stardust of love.

A surreal sight as I stand and adore,
Leading the way - so that men reach the shore.

Mystical Rain in the air all around,
Mystical Rain making love without sound.

Marvelous specks of desire in my view,
Lightly you peck at my face like the dew.

Mystical Rain; blue metallic and green.
Mystical Rain; play your tune quite serene.

A show so alive as you dart through the sky,
Helping planes through the mist, where pilots do fly.

Mystical Rain; shine your light in my path.
Mystical Rain warm my heart; make me laugh.

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Timeless beauty to behold
Wisdom, glory, sights untold

Mountains crowning into crystal skies
White clouds floating gently by

Soft breeze blowing, caressing leaves
Whispered nothings to the trees

Evening's shadow begins to dance
In hidden corners, a stolen glance

Scents so strong and warm and true
Mingling sweet, the earth's perfume

Filling body, soul, and mind
Misty memories of another time

A time which can't quite be recalled
Yet forever lingers through it all 

Water trickling over rocks
Mind at ease, all worry stops

Wrapped in comfort’s warm embrace
Abounding, peaceful, calm and grace

Nature’s beauty filled with song
A tranquil scene to dwell upon

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Nature is Supreme

Calamities, man made or other
when or wherever they occur
is nature’s own way to point out
to us mankind, without any doubt
that we should not quite tinker 
with nature's basic structure. 

Victims, the ordinary, always fear 
to face nature’s wrath and spear
they need to be empowered quickly 
by sharing nature’s sovereign equally
together we can ward off a grim future
and recognizing that supreme is nature.

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From the top of my heated head

I thank you all for allowing me
An astutely marvelous opportunity
To spark synopses atriums
And bounce ideas from craniums
That is the mattress under lights
Where rocket ships prepare for flight
They launch for space in peaceful moods
And head for bulbs of orbing moons

Like moths that orbit thought balloons

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In a Cocoon

In a Cocoon

Away a butterfly had flown,
After it was found fully grown;
Then into air and away it went;
From God to us he had been sent.

Would fly around flowers everyday;
Back home he always knew the way;
Saw much beauty in each wing;
Happiness to all he did bring.

For my friend, I do have a fear
Because I know by end of year,
We will never see him again;
In a cocoon, another does begin.

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Sudbury Circles

300 circles of Sudbury lakes

looping and winding in all different makes.

Rising and falling as crust on a bread,

to cooling and stalling when yeast's at a head.

Coming in swells of white bubbled zest,

to finally receding that drying is left.

Warm in the shallows and cool the deep

while hugging the wind and sun for heat

Sudbury circles; water or ice

Sudbury circles; visit us twice

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Why The Caged Bird Sings

Do you know why the caged bird sings?
 She sings because of little things;
A meal of worms, a bright blue sky,
 The sounds of freedom ever nigh.
Of simple things that set apart;
 She sings because it's in her heart.

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The Hawk

      The hawk flies high upon the sky his dinner there to seek.
      His home the woods along the river- now subdivisions complete.
      But he’s not down because he’s found more places yet to dwell. 
      Just look around and you will find a feast that’s sweet- I tell.
      Upon a tree in our back yard he stands- much patience he bestows.
      Look around, the food abounds, of this he greatly knows.
      His nest is near, and all is clear that hunting is sublime.
      Rabbits and quail, doves and mice, plus starlings he yells are mine.
      In this area of much to choose, the clime is just so right
      Snow does not quell his daily hunt or his fearless flight.
      Streetlights are fine to view his space, to observe so neat.
      When winter comes he will not run. He does not know retreat.
      For snow and cold he holds no fear, forever on the prowl.
      His eyes are sharp. He flies high, knowing there’s plenty of fowl. 
      He circles the trees gliding high, to descend on what he sees.
      He knows his strength is in surprise, but proudly sits some trees.
      He zooms in like a bombardier to birds I daily feed.
      Now he occasionally finds a squirrel upon to take his need.
      My little birdies I do love. I hate to see them scatter.
      Pretty soon I do believe my window they will shatter.
      The hawk is gold and brown to red, majestic is his stance.
      He’d better get the squirrels and leave my birds, or we still may dance.
      They are part of the circle of life, and endangered yet may be.
      So I will put my slingshot down and not scare them away, you see.
      Instead I’ll watch Darwin’s Dance to see who wins the treat.
      Already the doves get up before dawn- my birdseed so smart to eat.
      It’s quieter then, no hawks in view, they eat peacefully what they see.
      The hawks are fast, but little birds do know to hide among the trees.
      My little birds’ jump from branch to branch- the hawks are slower here.
      And when the hawk does come about, the others quickly disappear.
      But do not count him down and out. The hawk is king you see.
      Though he still loses from time to time, he’s adapted and still is free.
      And like the smaller little birds, he gets enough to eat.
      I’m sure he’ll be here years to come. He is tough to beat.

      CSEastman 9-30-2011

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Rolling Hills In Winter

It is cold this morning, my breath a cloud of white
No snow yet, although it rained a bit last night

My path today meanders around the quiet lagoon
Enjoying the white of last nights winter moon

Far away mountain peaks are iced with snow
Faint sunshine gives them an aerie glow

Almost every leaf is gone from the old apple tree 
But there is beauty in the gnarled skeleton I see

Coyotes cry from behind the oak topped hill
Perhaps they know harder times are coming still

There is a stark beauty in this winter face
I find a certain kind of peace in this quiet place

For The Winter Couplet contest
A winter walk....

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Night Star

Far away in time in space
Watching blindly from a long dead place
Phantom light millennia old
Shining through emptiness and endless cold
Sparkling as brightly in the night sky
As a twinkling tear from an ancient cry
Gracing, with diamonds, the celestial sphere
Specters of life from far off frontiers

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Floating in the Ocean

Weightless I happily lie
My face brushed by salty air's sigh
My vision filled with beautiful blue-white
Sacred, ancient, streaming light

Floating gently in pure, perfect peace
Feeling As if the feeling will never cease
My skin caressed by cool damp spray
Spiriting my worries and cares away

Listening to the melody of shifting swell
Enraptured by the blue sea's magical spell
The muted sound of nature's refrain
Filling my ears with musical champagne

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Journey through Time

I left California a week ago Sunday.
Alone with my map, I found the way.
Initial trepidation gave way to wonder.
Beauty of the land enhances the spell I'm under.

From Novato to Tahoe, the drive was slow.
Allowing the remembrance of freeway driving to grow.
Expecting Nevada to be a long, boring drive.
The high desert vistas permitted my juices to thrive.

The interplay of clear blue sky and the light
Creating wondrous hues and vistas of pure delight.
Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds,
A wide-mouth frog carved in the mountainside winked at me.

A ribbon of highway stretched across the Salt Flats.
Looking more like the desert I expected awhile back.
The Great Salt Lake out of nowhere appears
Glistening in the sun like a clear, shiny mirror.

Turning south in Salt Lake City, a planned detour
The Utah rock stars I wanted to explore.
The landscape changed as ever higher I climbed.
Mesas in the distance of color sublime.

Zion and Bryce Canyons... magnificent to behold
Paled in significance as Route 12's glories unfold.
Each bend and curve created a new scene.
From pure, sheer red rock to pine mountains of green.

Land of the Anasazi, the Ancient Ones.
Lived in Boulder, Utah; an oasis in the sun.
The Escalante Grand Staircase is dedicated to them.
Feeling their energy as I traveled the rim.

Torrey to Moab and Arches Monument Park
The formations of red rocks truly touched my heart.
Guardians, gatekeepers, animals, angels and more
Chiseled in stone that was once the ocean floor.

Petrified sand dunes spread before my eyes.
A white rolling desert of rock under clear blue skies.
Opening again to wondrous chiseled formations.
Natural arches and windows of the mountain nations.

Treated myself to lunch in the “Eklektica Cafe”
Met a young man there who made my day.
He gave me the perfect response to "Why Boulder?”
Tell them, he said, “I'll let you know when it's over.”

Touring now behind me. I'm ready to roll
Heading full-steam to Colorado; pine and aspen to behold.
As I cross the border, I am greeted by a sign.
“Welcome to Colorful Colorado. The Trail Through Time.”

I have come full circle somehow I knew
Driving along, I remembered each view.
While there is no ocean; rivers and lakes abound.
It feels very much like I'm homeward bound.

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Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.

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Passion for Nature

Although my lover’s gone, my passion has been reborn Nature takes my breath away; flowers our gardens adorn Wildflowers of brilliant hues were seeded by the state Now their blossoms add beauty to the interstate Hiking five miles to see a New Hampshire waterfall 'Neath its gentle spray on slippery rocks I did crawl A stronger sense of patriotism seems to grow As an eagle flies o'er amber fields of wheat below Forests beckon too, and if you remain very still A clan of deer might appear, giving you quite a thrill But the ocean will transport my mind to fantasy A seafaress dreams of creatures living in the sea When the walls of my house close in, I just step outside To become one with nature, it’s here I must reside For when enclosed, it’s the beauty of nature I miss The mountains, sea and forests provide a state of bliss
*Entry for Deb Wilson’s “Passion” contest

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They still wander with caution and fear in the remote swamps and grasslands 
of India and Siberia, and these carnivorous animals are the beautiful tigers.

They are trapped, poched, killed and their soft furs are shipped overseas for huge profits,
but their sad end is drawing near, unless some caring human really gets involved and acts. 

Their life span is shorter in their natural habitat, struggling for food and those caged in zoos
have a longer life expectancy...they never experience those hunger pangs in early noons. 

They are an extremely hostile species, ready to devour anything that has flesh and blood.
Does anyone wonder why they react so indignantly, don't they fear of being taken and sold? 

When tigers are attacked, they fight back and killing they prevent their threat of extinction.
Do we all realize their animosity for the huntsmen, who chase them and shoot them down?

Let's all feel some compassion for them...let's save them and give them freedom and dignity.
Let them roam freely as they did once in South Asia, living in full accord with humanity.

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Northward Equinox

   "Northward Equinox"      (couplet)
Northward Equinox starts
Equal time of day light and night apart

With North pole’s six months of day light
When the Sun is on same plane as equator, so bright.

Dr Ko Ko Thein
Salt Lake City.

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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return

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A Brief Encounter

On bended elbows in the grass,
I watched a caterpillar slowly pass.

It showed no fear that I was there,
and turned its head toward me to stare.

A brief encounter before it passed.
Two earthlings meeting in the grass.

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Have to Die

Have To Die

While the world went spinning by

I wondered why the sky stayed dry

Help environment out, we all should try

Even if turning tides may be low or high.

Whole world is in disarray everyday;

Stars shine brightly in a brilliant display;

Heartache has brought on much dismay;

Sun still comes up and will go away.

Will worry when we have a storm warning,

All flowers with beauty are always adorning;

My coffee is ready for me each morning;

Contemptible people still keep scorning.

Skilled writers prepare poems and an anecdote;

Time to our true God we do daily devote;

When you sing poorly, we grab our throat 

And if cold outside, we put on warm coat.

A bright butterfly will go flittering by;

We had to water grass when it was dry;

If food is needed, gracious God will supply,

Yet, eventually one day, still have to die.

James Thomas Horn

Retired Veteran

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Sunlight shines past the fall,
Holding maple hearts in thrall.

Winter's here and holds on tight,
Spring comes for true respite.

Thaw comes in many ways,
Warming, causing changes through the days.

You'll see it here, you'll see it there,
It's not commonplace, not everywhere.

But through and through as seasons part,
You'll see a country's living, beating heart.

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Living With Lakes

Oh; how our lakes; do circle our reach.

In circles of puddles beyond our belief.

Halting for shorelines that make up their seams;

'till rising above them through rivers and streams.

Surrounded by ribbits of green bumpy frogs,

all woven through reeds by wet bumpy logs.

While sliders of Junebugs will turn in each arc

with legs shifting water like fins of a carp.

As winds of the water break waves to come in,

in meeting the shore in waves that have been.

So picture our lakes as healthy and fun

where Living With Lakes has just begun.

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He Who is Not Loved

Has a cold sad heart,
Winding down like a clock with its parts,
The days and years are shorter,
They would be longer if he is a courter,
Those hearts are lost in winterstorms,
Snowflakes falling into nothingness that mourn,
With trees that follow with their permanent shades,
Killing hearts slowly with branches that are blades,
Those weary souls that cry at night,
Trapped in hell by hearts that never see light,
And when that love door is opened wide,
Hearts will mingle and walk with stride,
They pet and pet love set free,
Comforting under bright hot suns colossally,
That love that stare’s in the face,
Will make men whole on this earthly place,
Pollen blowing through the air,
Unleashed by pistols fired everywhere without despair,
To depart this world with seeds left behind,
A man’s lot is love immortal and she is kind.

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Adhered to the eaves where house martins hatch
Spiders cluster to a weathered straw hatch.

American doublet form

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A Morn

The Mockingbird landed 'pon porch rail now my choir
In rhythm with cricket, then his jimminey stops _he tires

He starts again but quickly Mockingbird is gone
Soon the sun's appearance warms surroundings_ground touches on.

Porch gets too warm, sunny I have to seek shade
Life out on colonade_with singing choir_beauty arrayed

In all its glory so simple yet artistry
Thank you God for each minute on porch in Lordolatry 

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Elements Of Nature And Love

You are my SUNSHINE.
That, warms my heart.

You are the CLOUDS,
That, designs my thoughts.

You are the BLUE SKIES.
That, overshadows my Grey.

You are my MOONLIGHT.
That, knocks at my heart.

That, I adore every night.

You are the NIGHTS.
I make love, to you.

You are the RAIN DROPS.
That, tickles my passions.

You are the GENTLE BREEZE.
That, caresses my senses.

You are the WINDS.
That, blows my mind away.

You are the LIGHTNING.
That, pierces my Heart.

You are The THUNDER.
That reprimands me.

I, long to kiss; each morning

You are the SNOW.
That cools my aching heart.

You are, the DAYS OF MY LIFE.
I grow older, with you.

You are MINE,

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Through the glade

The maidens face, fair and pure
The Devils will, sinister and obscure

She runs gracefully among the oleanders through the glade
Deep below, evil lurks, above light begins to fade

Darkness stretches across the land, spurring the young lady’s imagination
Rushing to the surface, Satan hides behind her nervous elation

Devious thoughts of goblins and witches dance through her mind
He feeds off of the desires and urges that tempt human kind

She falls asleep under a great oak tree, intoxicated by her vivid dreams
In her slumber he speaks to her, gently whispering “Not everything is as it seems.”

Springing to her feet she sprints back through the trees
Silently he watches her as she flees

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Season Circle

When leaves have fallen to the ground,
The time for winter is around.

It's time for birds to fly away
To warmer lands where they will stay,

'Til gone is winter's icy blast,
And spring is here again at last.

In springtime all the flowers bloom,
And people spring-clean with a broom.

Fawns are born and bears awake,
And rain again fills up the lake.

The smell of the air is fresh and sweet,
And the baby birds give a small "tweet, tweet."

When summer's come and spring is gone,
The skies are clear at morning's dawn.

The days are hot, the lake is cold,
Yet swimming each day never does grow old.

As fireflies light up the night,
The starry sky is quite a sight.

The leaves are now red, orange and brown,
As to the ground they soon fall down.

This is a sign that fall is here,
But yet the weather is not drear.

A chill tell bears it's time to sleep,
As farmers finish their harvest reap.

The Season Circle is now complete,
As winter once again we greet.

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The Full Moon (The rest of it)

Tonight is the full moon, through  the clouds it’s blazing bright,
And from the tingle I feel in my bones, it’ll be quite a night;

It’s the one night a month that the moon has control,
I can feel it in my being, all the way to my soul;

The sway the moon holds over me, is calling out in victory,
I can feel it now I’m letting go, soon the monster will be free;

Just one night a month the beast can roam,
And it’s the one night a month that I never come home;

The brute takes over my body and will,
And destroys everything with deadly skill;

All I can do is sit back for the ride,
All conscious thoughts are trapped inside;

So many times I’ve tried to get out,
But I can’t even do so much as a shout;

When the demon inside me once again is at large,
Beware to you all, because I’m not in charge!

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Fire Ants!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  All over my yard!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Why do you try so hard?

There are little hills of demons all over my land
Filled with the little critters that I just can’t stand!
The sting and they bite and leave scars on me.
The have even killed my very favorite tree!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  Are making me so mad!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Where’s that can of diesel I had?

I will be diggin’ in a flower bed when suddenly
Those darn fire ants are swarming all over me!
I run to turn on the water and grab the water hose
So I can wash away the fire burning under my clothes!
Fire ants! Fire ants! Taking over Texas!
Fire ants! Fire ants!  Meaner than my exes!

One of these days, I will manage to eradicatecate
Just as soon as someone improved fire ant bait
My land will then have a fire ant sign
Saying stay off of my property, it is mine!

Fire ants! Fire ants!  Making evil mounds!
Fire ants! Fire ants!   If you got ‘em, trouble abounds! 

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The fall proposal

The foliage resembles you more than me,
As I hold you under this sycamore tree,

Your vibrant smile dims out the countless shades,
Your ocean filled eyes makes all else fade,

Just like the fire place inside that is burning,
My heart is a flame that is constantly yearning,

 If God knows every sparrow that falls from the sky,
Then he must know that this is the perfect day for you and I,

As the leaves quietly dance around your porcelain face,
I long to have more than just a seasonal taste,

Suddenly, as the breeze picks up in pace,
On one knee I proclaim my love in this place.

By: sabina nicole
contest falling in love in the fall
written: 9/23/11

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Through My Eyes

I have lived this world nigh on fifty years
But day after day, through my eyes I see are fears

The fears are upon my shoulders, they encompass me
If we all looked through my eyes it's not difficult to see

The fear of our planet dying, the present don't seem to care
Through my eyes I see, in desperation stare

Species that abound around us, are entitled like us to thrive
Yet day after day, through my eyes they struggle to survive

Then there are us, intelligent we are assumed to be
Not through my eyes, I still see us in their trees

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A VIP while making pee 
looks like a not-quite VIP.

Volodymyr Knyr

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With Tattered Wings

If i was a Rook, a Raven or Crow
With tattered wings in thermal flow

In murder fly we soar with the streams
Being a creature of nature a living dream

A delight to many, to farmers a pest
Culled, what for, their greediness zest

All that we do is what you do for
We increase our knowledge and the right to explore

If i was a Rook, a Raven or Crow
Us passerine of black, we are passerine grow

Raul of Haiku royalty, this is for you

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Chapel of the Sea

 “Served and protected by Natures blessings”

Perched upon the rocks, chapel sits so proud.
No sermons delivered, though honored so loud.
Ocean surrounded, doves perched on steeple.
Singing sweet hymns instead of people,
They serve another congregation you see.
Seagulls approach near chapel of the sea.
Other creatures from below swim around.
Securing charisma of belief abound.
Heaven shines down upon chapel in light.
Beacon from lighthouse shines within night,
Glorifying abundantly, love, peace and harmony,
Doves singing chorus heard as an odyssey.
Untouched by human subversion in decades,
Starlight Angels stand watch in guardian parades.

written by
Cecil Hickman

written for
Sponsor Constance ~ My Dear Heart ~ 
Contest Name The Church By The Ocean 

Date written

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Beauty In Distance

Sunshine and showers,
Bring beautiful flowers,
Beaming out,
Each grow; each sprout,
Joining our world here,
Giving a scent to share,
Each stem from below,
The children watch slow,
For its spring time,
The seeds are worth a dime,
Making this land,
Worthwhile with hand,
Gardening tools,
Are brought to schools,
Children make this beauty,
The flowers start to bloom with duty,
As they become more,
Starting from the core,
Drawn out in light,
Watch closely from distance in sight.

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Full Circle

The blue burst forth upon the trees
with the kind of glow heat lightning leaves
The paper wasps and moths agree
to incense dust the coral seas
As the velvet wonders drowsy yawn
the nightingale begins her song
They all perform this grand charade
to quell the summer's heat tirade
The fascination of the breeze
leaves rings of kohl on all the trees
and autumn exhales all it's zest
to bring the earth to her winter rest.

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Spring Shows -3 couplets, 30 words

nectar gathered by buzzing bees cherry blossoms like popcorn trees busy eyes suntan bikini pose love breeze flows Spring shows lovers move fast moments stall chasing breath country clocks crawl

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Scenes I've Seen

A rifle is not the weapon of choice this year
I am not here to try to shoot a deer
My eyes, my ears, my camera are the tools I take
My desire is to discover incredible shots to make

Sunrise's yellows, blues, and pinks burst into view
Spiderwebs, intricately woven, outlined by dew
Hoar frost's icy fingers grasping clumps of weeds
Sumac is naked except for russet heads of seeds 

Tall pines in the wind, glistening in the sun
Chipmunk crossing the road fast as he could run
Mushrooms with bright orange domes by the road
Autumn in all her glory, her fiery finery I do behold

Berries-purple, red and black in the forest bright
Quartz crystals shimmering pinks and white
I watch a hawk soar easily on the updrafting wind 
The most amazing sight of all comes at day's end

To camp we go as the sun sinks slowly in the west
My camera catches scenes of the view I like best
Sunset changes her attire as we make our way
Crimson blazes to twilight hazes ends this day

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Sugar Gift of Autumn's Hips

The sun persuaded the earth to move

and slip, 
                       slip from her summer groove

as we climbed to the top of the autumn trees

and swayed with the sway of the orange breeze

He held in his hand a bouquet of leaves

all crackled in crimson he gave them to me

      Their scent lingers still on nostalgia's page

               for I laid them to rest,  as the season's sage...

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Fishing Salmon

Sun shinning cool breeze river water.
Lake glass underneath shaded trees swimming otter.

Wondering if the fish is ever to going bite.
Line in water with a non floating bobber gripping just right.

Bait on tight waiting impatiently. 
Wishing for a strike from the greatest of Kings.

Soon will be a battle between me and fish.
Experiences will tell when I eat that salmon dish.

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Written by Catherine Reinke

Ancient sources tell us of one old God
forbidden from all others,
Yahweh declared he, from the sun,

named  him Baal. His ceremony enticement
many could not resist,
believe one God only’ certain  may  this one.

Each morning clockwork He would arise
feeding nourishment  they and plants alive.

Not only life give’th  He in  sun’s magnificent glory
 how few could understand
why Yahweh to war went with Baal.

Fought in heavens sky for power supreme complete
resistance forces fought immense
until victory found when Yahweh   produced his demon fail.

Destruction of our earth, when  Yahweh   flood waters  sent.
Save select few , Noah and they
in his arch rescue set  omnipotent God sail.

Declared… drown the followers of the sun!
Yet ,rise each morning Baal still won.

Today  from the watery grave they  have risen 
those who worship all that Baal The  Sun has given.

Plead  we now, no  more destruct  us for such love 
condemned to  wait return of the arch  homeless dove .

Mend your rivalry Yahweh  with Baal, we  pray
that   in service both, in gratitude and love we may.

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By a Loch She Stands

By a loch she stands in a hidden Highland Glen
Absorbing the view as she marvels at the Ben

This granite of old with many stories to tell
Of her Clansman's past in the place that they dwell

Mountain sides of scree with carpets of heather
Look good at all times no matter the weather

Proud Stags roam in royalty pose
Whilst Golden Eagles soar on breathless air flows

Waterfalls thunder as they crash to the rocks
Sheep roam the hillsides in grazing flocks

Trout break the surface of translucent waters so pure
Legend has said, that it can indeed cure

The colours of the sunsets leave you totally in awe
Even the sunrises make the bravest Clansmen thaw

Remarkable pastels of orange, reds and blues
Bring a tear and a smile, does this most beautiful hue

By a loch she stands in a hidden Highland Glen
In this most wonderful place, Scotland's her gem

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Prelude to a Dream

In the hazy, scarlet radiant glow of evenings dusk
When the air is filled with the faint allure of musk
Before the first stars of twilight begin to shine
And a balmy summer breeze feels so divine

Amidst the ebony silhouetted branches of a tree
Where fluttering birds both wild and truly free
Sing passionate songs as they retire for the night
And fill the air with intoxicating voices of delight

The seduction of a cascade’s calming tune
Reflecting the first light of the rising moon
And the whisper of a soothing murmuring stream
A tranquil lullaby and prelude to a dream

And as the light surrenders to the stars
To galaxies far beyond Sun and Mars
The delicate memories of day begin to fade
Until slumber overtakes the serenade

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Grand Canyon and Giant Gorge

Grand Canyon and Giant Gorge

Met nature who was trying to forge
A giant, great, gargantuan gorge
Which to do did take many years
And raindrops that appeared like tears.

Water ran continuously and rampantly
As if sounds of music in a symphony 
Each instrument with a sound of its own
Might be stringed or by one that was blown.

When I hear nature her always like to greet
Music can be compared to Grand Canyon Suite
And will go back to listen to her everyday
Can feel her sensations from miles away.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier

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Can Hear Them All

Spring came and were so many showers
And seems like sparrows sang for hours
Which ended up turning into much rain
Drops hitting against my window pane.

When a singing sparrow would appear
All of her songs I would often hear;
Many times fooled around and did fret
Searching for wiggly worms until sunset.

Baby sparrows were smaller than her
And you could never tell for sure
What sex could possibly be or were
Or male or female which did occur.

Even though they leave in the fall
No matter what, I still love them all
And always know again next spring
I can hear them all sweetly, softly sing.

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Under the Rains She Purred

We enjoyed our walk below the autumn skies
Golden browns bloomed and graced our eyes

Hand in hand, through woods and fields
Marvelling at nature, and in what she yields

Darkness loomed on this late September afternoon
Clouds above massed, in impending monsoon

Slowly the rains fell from the skies
As the clouds opened in plentiful supply

I turned to my girl and she was on her knees
Her summer white dress in see through please

These autumn rains showed a lovely change in her
As she looked to the skies in delightful purr

Her wetted face had a glint in her eyes
As i kneeled before her, and her purr like cries

Our faces met, and our lips greet
In continual excite, repeat repeat

Sodden we are under this cascade of wet
This is one afternoon i will never forget

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Hopping and skipping and jumping in snow
Out to have fun on this day we now go
All through the night did the snow fall on down
Falling to cover all parts of the ground

Falling on down from the sky without care
Spinning and twirling through crisp winter air
To cover the ground in the blankets of white
To treat us in morn to a beautiful sight

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Wondrous World After All

There's an interpretation of the skies
that the end of wonderment belies.

Keep flying on the perfect cloud
where being awestruck is allowed.

Fill up with joy and let it last
for soldiering on is in the past.

If you just gaze around this earth
you'll realize it's simple worth.

Just look at all the wondrous things
that living in this splendor brings.

Riches are many for you to seek
in a painted landscape at it's peak.

A salty tide cut through the sand
or mountains looming across the land.

Cooling trees in silhouette
and other wonders not seen yet.

So when your heart is in the dark
just listen to the singing lark.

And when your soul can get no rest
let the earth do what it does best.

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I lay down my head
on a falling of leaves
in your gardens’ bed
in sight of your eaves
where wind’s woods plays
scattering the leaves
in different ways
(we are the same –
differing only
in sight
and name)

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Meadow's Sigh

The meadow’s breath a gift to all, the misty mornings’ dew,
a silent sigh, a heartfelt call, a prayer to me and you.

So green and warm, and full of life, the forest skirt and the maids’ delight.
There rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells;A gauze filled dream in morning light.

So gold and bright, and full of life, the forests skirt and Knights delight;
The Dame and doe do lie, ‘pon hillocks high, where lovers sleep with passion's cry.

So white and fair, yet full of life, the forests’ skirt of pearly white;
Where burrowers sleep in bowers deep, and hearths light on winter nights.

The meadow's breath a gift to all, the misty morning’s dew;
A silent sigh, a heartfelt call, aA prayer to me and you.

Now, no green bloom, no home for them, the builders-men once more;
to take the glen and make man's homes, no deer will roam fourscore. 

A meadow’s a home to many things, to bold butterflies and birds on wing,
Yet, few can dwell where men reside if forest's skirt, gives way to tide.

The meadow's breadth a gift to all, from sea to shining sea
America, a heartfelt call, a prayer to you and me.

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Cant Hold these Leaves

Darkness hovers over this tree,
The chains of bondage deceive thee,
Oh shake them off through each new breeze,
The devils grin can’t hold these leaves,
Beneath the bark nourishing sap does lie,
The sweetest taste awaits its sky,
Just shake them off through each new breeze,
The devils grin can’t hold these leaves.

By: Sabina Nicole
contest: secondhand emotion

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May Bee

Caution furry yellow legs									                                           While the open flower begs																			~                                                                                                                                                 A sweet nectar offering									                                           moistened by warm spring 																			~                                                                                                                                  Showers hot morning sunshine  								                                Uplifted pedals smiling wine 																		~                                                                                                                                      Steeping perfumes colors glowing brightly 						                                Brown yellow calves raise stepping lightly  																	~                                                                                                                                         Treading ever so softly tap step tap 							                           Waltzing he takes the lead snaps the trap  																	~                                                                                                                                         With stinger drawn caution in the wrong place 						                     Will not get you out of a winking death's face

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Valley of the river Clyde

seventeen hands, the load heavy and wide

Bound and strapped with a purpose for life

versatility quite graceful, chestnut and white

A tower so agile, a strength undenied  

a dream once fading, the fight now revived........................   


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The Knight of Day

Perched upon feathery gems
Above the earth, above the elms

Thy slanted rays lolling amidst
The emerald leaves cloaked by mist 

Thy indolent careen, thy waltz of sky
Slows the time as it glides by...

Sullen straps of the mighty night
Now approach to ignite a fight

Thy power emerges, a sword aflame
A fierce battle now became

The night prevails, its stars aglow
It takes thy place, your frailty bestows

You descend the clouds, you penetrate
 Now thy struggle, thy will to retaliate

                                      Shall await dawn,,, 

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I Stood Still

Standing there, silently, on that hill,
With head raised, I stood still.

Watching white clouds pass over me,
Moving steadily and just letting me be.

Drawing me into the endless beauty I saw,
Inspiring me to view the bees, in awe.

Bees that moved, so freely, in the air;
A brief encounter, yet, I saw them there.

It was so enchanting to watch them pass,
Such a memory that will always last.

Oh how very small, inevitably they were,
Yet, eagerly they went to quietly serve.

Carried by just a soothing, soft breeze,
Proving much more than the eye could see.

A mysterious force which took those bees,
To many places like floating light leaves.

Those lovely leaves that return each year,
A welcoming visit that's always kept dear.

So enriched I felt, standing on that hill,
Oh-yes, I am glad that I stood still.

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Stillness, quiet, cool Morn where roosters rule Not a cricket's cheer Only a Purple Finch near A clear yellow sun Up high so very soon The Mockingbird sings Joy his lover brings Gratitude for porch Early morn not scorch Eastward facing wait For day's coming fate_

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Brown Ice

In the freezes of the winter sunny-sets.
Brown icy lake then the sky turns Burnett. 
As the birds walk on ice underneith the hanging pecan trees. 
Looking for nuts, shelter., for comfort from the winter freeze.

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I love to watch the westering sun 
As it ripples the clouds as day's begun 
When the air is motionless in the trees 
Displaying the glory of dusky leaves 

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Felis silvestris lybica

Are ancient domesticated cats from an Arabic land
Is it where they came from, as history understands

But this is not so, they lived and graced
For in Cyprus was found, a skeleton in place

Egypt was favourite, until that burial place was found
Interned with its master, on Mediterranean ground

They evolved from wildcats in Africa at large
Five self-domesticating, in evolutionary charge

So the cats you see today, came from them
All coloured so different, every single one a gem

My entry into Constance's " Cat Tails " contest

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With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most

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A risk taker is an adventurer, a taster of the fresh dew;
never satisfied until he has found that something so new.

Celestial bodies are clearly seen on a starless and mild night,
when the grayish sky invites a painter to invent his own light.

So fly up and glide over your extraordinary planet, and finally discover
what poets and dreamers only imagine to exist in their passionate gesture. 

The unmitigated impudence of this season has already brought its first, despised pang;
changing emerald leaves to dull auburn, reminding me of the briefness of life's span.

Can't find any excitement in the boring ways that spoil your day and make you sluggish? 
Try flying up and glide over this planet's panorama that can grant the spectator's wish.

Earth-bound with that satiated feeling, departing from a glorious view and a gibbous moon;
glad to land on a snowless ground, too anxious to send up, on drifting winds, my red balloon.

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On a hillside in a pasture of green
Taking in all the beauty sometimes never seen
In the distance the sun starts to sink
Pausing for a moment of reflection, quiet time to think
Atop her stallion of black and white
She looks at the moon lending its light
A sense of freedom as she glides through the misty night air
Feeling the cool breeze flowing through her hair
Her stallion guides her safely home
But in her heart, through the pasture, she will always roam

Copyright © 2003   Shari E Davis

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Humble,bumble bee
One season's life,fly free

Working the summer scene
Unless crowned,as May Queen

Sometime cousin cuckoo,comes to stay
Her offspring eggs to lay

A nursemaid,then,Spring to Fall
'Til Winter's death knell,calls

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Eleven days before Christmas, as we were singing, " A Child Is Born"...
fluffy snowflakes came down and they were as big as white popcorn.

Surprised mom yelled, " Run to the window, they are more beautiful than snow flowers
and daises... " Go, catch some into your warm hands and dream of Bethlehem's stars!"

Astonished as those shepherds watching their sheep under the starriest sky,            
we saw pretty snowflakes not a wondrous star followed by the three Magi.

They kept on falling and floating like dry leaves on a December's cold evening...
when carols were played on a church organ that was taller than any ceiling.   

Merrier than angels announcing Christ's birth, we stared at His bright stable...
and what we felt was the humbleness of a King whose love was so ample.  

Once again, we ran back to the snow-dusted window and looked into the quite sky,
among the gleaming snowflakes: a golden child appeared asking for a happy lullaby. 

Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" A Winter Couplet "
My theme: First Snowfall

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Leo the Mighty Lion stalks the starry sky
As Orion the Great Hunter aims an arrow at his eye.

A battle splayed among the stars
To the world's farthest fars.

A big bear helps a little one cross the Milky Way.
Taurus fights a Red Dwarf, what more can I say?

Cancer keeps on waiting for the ocean's tide
As Aries is running for a place to hide...

From Draco's mighty fire seen from here on earth.
It shows the other stars who has ruled from birth.

And Leo the Mighty Lion pounces in the sky
As Orion the Great Hunter lets his arrow fly.

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Forest Faeries

Hidden among the foliage of the giant spruce trees
High amidst the branches where nobody sees
Dwells lively little faeries of the dappled forest scene
Dancing in the sunlight and the deep and leafy green

Entire faerie gardens filled with hope and peace
Dancing in the shadows and flowers so cerise
Following the dirt roads to a place that’s so serene
To the crossing of the rainbow to places yet unseen

Conjuring up their magic to make wishes all come true
As they dance and run and flitter in colors they imbue
Blowing wonderous spells in bubbles far and wide
Being ever ready to be with you at your side

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Amidst Lunar Moonlight

Two postures I view on this wonderful night
She, with porcelain skin, amidst lunar moonlight

Arched she is, hair in delightful drape
Whilst the evening breeze entices pert her shape

Silky stockings allure, my eyes in wanting caress
Red Rose lips to kiss, upon each other impressed

Touching, tasting we silhouette against her bright
Hands in wandering roam, amidst her lunar moonlight

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rivers,rivers stream my mind
spring forth images,to find

rivers,rivers tribute sing
brooks,babbling,bubbling bring

rivers,rivers scenes of strife
healing waters of life

rivers,rivers follow me
ebbing,slowly to the sea

rivers,rivers carry me
into realms of poetry

This poem was the inspiration for my latest contest.

Willam James coined the title phrase as he thought 
every definite image of the mind is steeped in the'free'
water flow around it.

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Mockingbird Milling Around

Mockingbird Milling Around

Had heard a mockingbird milling around
Who was making such a melodious sound;
Looked line one I had seen in a library book
And had been beside a beautiful brook.

A while for him would often have waited
And seemed so sleepy like he was sedated
Before bursting forth with an abundant sound
Which was enough to make your heart pound.

Can you imagine mockingbird in a library
Maybe it actually might be a canary
Who loved singing such a splendid song
And even continue to do it all day long.

No one would I ever want to offend
But think they are starting a new trend;
No matter how bad wind had been blowing
Near my library great full moon is glowing.

James Serious Mysterious Horn
Retired Veteran
Continuation of poems for a library series.

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The Skunk and The Porcupine

" The Skunk and The Porcupine ... "

(From The Solomon Studies Series # 9)
(Eccl. 3: 11 / Prov. 6: 6 / Matt. 6: 26, 28, 29)

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Are 'So Cute' Little Creatures

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Protective, Projective Features

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Scuttle By Like Small, Inquisitive Seekers

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Both Have Effective - Weapon Reachers

Tho' One Has Its Own Swords of Battle Quills
The Other Has A Gas-Arsenal of Biological Spills

We Walk Around Them Like We're On A Mine Field
and Either - Both Can Make Us Run For The Hills! ...

Tho' One's A Prickly Recluse and One's A Reeker
Man & Beast Give Them Room (like they're both lil' stinkers)

In A Way, We Bow To Both Like They're Little Caesars
Both - Show GOD's Ability To Endow Combat Ready Teachers

The Skunk and The Porcupine
Without Saying A Word - They Are Loud Speakers

And Now Thank GOD & Be Glad Your DNA Is Neither
... The Skunk and The Porcupine

            Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/8/2014
                      by:  MoonBee  Canady

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Nothing Can Happen

I stare into the dark abyss
Midnight ice; a wicked hiss
Wading through the solemn storm
Deepest depression takes its form
Shattered promises and lost dreams
Happiness torn apart at its seams
Phantoms dance gleefully in the hail
They knew that your life would derail
Was it not they who hid in your mind?
Whispering their assurances, all will be fine
Perhaps today this wasn't the case
Hot salty tears trail down your face
An answer to the winter wind
Leaving fear with those who've sinned
Enveloped finally by sweet surrender
Inside fades a dull ember
Giving in, succumbing to midnight entrapment
Heaviness descends, of course... nothing can happen

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Kissing the Ocean

You left me kissing the ocean,
Never constant, changing fast.

I looked into the mirror this morning,
Blue, like the ocean, wide and vast,

But cracked like an addict,
A sailboat, a young bone,

Yet strong as deep roots,
And cursed: Forever Alone

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1.Keep- house co-operates father, mother
wife, performing goodness.
2.Keep-house helps those hermits
poor and deceased. 
3.House-keep owes to five
customs of charity.
4.Reputed earnings relish life
while consuming united.
5.Principle of family-life is
 love and charity.
6.Evading charity in family-life
 what thy gain?
7.Executing charity in family-life
supreme among others.
8.Encouraging others adopting charity
excels saint’s prayer.
9.Charity is family-life besides
exonerated presumed unique.
10.Living worldly life regarded
dweller of heaven. 
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31 B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in on 3-12-13

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Beautiful insect cupped in my hands,
Released to the air to fly over lands,
Assured that keeping you would speed your death,
You were released, I held my breath.
Gently above me then floating away,
Orange glow from my hands deeply allays.
Within moments of a lifetime, brush cut, 
Feelings replaced by a punch to the gut,
Knowing its future like being aware 
My shadow follows someone else's dare.
Insanity is sadness for thoughts of
Others better care of the one you love.

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High Timber Autumn

Myriads of golden flickering leaves dance, 
Glinting reminders of coming circumstance. 

Stately spruces preside as they have done before 
with certain reserve, they know what’s in-store.

A hearty clear stream, shares stories from on high
with any who will listen, as it babbles by. 

Stands of birch trees closely huddled together,
Warmly blanket their feet, determined to weather. 

Mossy damp scents with forest aromas convey
An urgent message to all that snow is on its way.

Succulent cranberries and wild blueberries abound, 
Last minute snacks for hungry bears around.

Still there are a great many bare larders to fill,
Burrows to protect; from the coming hard chill.

Indeed, there is much work so much to prepare, 
As night prompts morning with moist brisk air.

And at full moonrise, in a deep cobalt sky, 
Wolves will once again recite lonely cries. 

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The Moment (So Few Ever Find)

Tonight was real and also a dream
I was standing by a mountain stream

The mountain peaks covered with snow
Absorbed the moonlight and seemed to glow

The sky was clear and the stars were bright
On this cool and crispy winters night

From behind the trees you did appear
This is why I hold this dream so dear

Suddenly time just froze in place
As the moonlight illuminated your face

You moved with such grace and ease
As though you were one with the breeze
As you came closer and our eyes did meet
My love struck heart found a brand new beat

You placed my hands around your waist
Then offered your lips for me to taste

The only music was that of our souls
As we started to dance soft and slow

Some things in life are just meant to be
As I gave my all to you, you gave your all to me

It was magical how everything just felt so right
As our bodies steamed in the frosty night

There was no thinking ahead or looking behind
For we found the moment so few ever find

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Dried and Satisfied

Dried and Satisfied

Woke up this morning and a new day did come                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        
Heard birds singing and some who would hum
All of them were there for me to finally meet
Flowers would smell which seemed so sweet  

For me by God they had been prepared                                                                                                                                                                                                                
With each other would be equally shared
And as all of the dew had become dried
I finally had known that I was satisfied.

James Thomas Horn

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Once More

A chill in the breeze that brushes my soul
The smell of lavender as it tickles my nose

As a whisper in the trees calls out my name 
Large boulders standing freely they burden no shame

I run to this place where once we stood
I find our tree, searching over the wood

My memory guiding me, fleeing my pain
For a blemish that once was our names

All hope hangs upon the sun, it makes no sense
Watching for something, some sort of glimpse

Haunted by memories of love true and deep
Praying you’ll answer, “Was I yours to keep?”

The night sky settles in and stars are aglow
I follow the trail searching for what I don’t know

The mountain air is bitter cold and clean
You may be here though you remain unseen

Are you with me in spirit and holding my hand?
As the moon fades away I look over the land

The storm rages in and the rain starts to pour
I cry out, “Just let me hold you once more.”

To you my Cowboy for all that remains
The tears I cry tonight are merely stains
I miss you and love you as always before
I hope you are waiting for me at Heaven's door.

Copyright © 2009   Lena “Lolita” Townsend

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She Feeds The Birds

Each morning she feeds the birds,
Bright and early without a word.

She loves her little creatures,
Once I even took some pictures.

She was gently holding one,
As if it was her very own.

She even talks openly to them,
While they sit, listening on limbs.

Some will gather around her feet,
For her voice sounds so sweet.

Her face lights up, brightly,
While she walks so lightly;

Through many beautiful birds,
That now, has gathered in a herd -

To greet this fine, gentle lady,
That has a breakfast all ready; 

For her fine, feathered friends,
Seeing them always makes her grin; 

And for her they will, gladly sing,
Sweetly, like a lovely gale wind.

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Winter Moments

Watching the snow falling outside,
  Through the white drifts a lone deer glides.
Under the grove of laden trees, she stops,
   Stretches her neck, for leaves to crop.
Someone spooks her and off she goes,
   Leaving footprints in the blanket of snow.

A lone chickadee lands on my deck,
   From the seeds there, she starts to peck.
If not for God's creatures, some great, some small,
   I would not appreciate this winter weather at all.
As inconvenient as this winter snow can be
   It still has it's beautiful moments for all to see.

*it's snowing like mad today, so my visitors this afternoon took
some of the annoyance out of it.

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The light has journeyed it seems
Instantly  to  earth’s vast looking-glass
Of oceans with  their currents as they pass.
It has bent back towards the Sun
And started on its homeward run,
Streaming home on beams



The last line is stolen barefaced from Deb’s wonderful work. It just drew 
me to it and I wanted so much  to use it.  If plagiarism is to be
pursued in the courts,  bring it on !

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What does it for me contest

Open my senses and pour into me 
all of the things that cause me to feel ecstasy
Summer nights that are filled with torrential rain
Watching a horse run while waving its long mane
A thunderstorm that echoes through the distant land
The piano playing something new and deliciously grand
A magnificent sunset on an open field
The crisp fall air in November that makes my soul yield
Gloomy days that I like to hide inside
An extended car drive with no destination in which to arrive
Colorful leaves dancing in the wind while on a long hilly hike
Open Dirt roads with a newly painted bike
Boat rides that go far out to sea
Fresh waves that crash against me
Mornings after a heavy snow 
When no one has touched it and the snow still has its glow
The smell of a person’s clothes that I like or love
When I am having a bad day and I turn and see a white dove.

By: Sabina Nicole
contest: what turns me on

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Tall Trees

Tall Trees and Happy Hummingbird

Sure is sad seeing them cut down trees;

Keep them there I beg, would you please

As into clear sky they continue to extend

Chills up my spine still tall trees do send.

When wind through trees so softly blows

Forever and ever they continue to grow

On trees, sun rises and then soon does set

Occasionally when raining they will get wet.

Early or late, tree shadows can sharply see

Great comfort to my soul they are to me;

Guess what!!! My thoughts were transferred

And am saying hi to a happy hummingbird.

James Thomas Horn

Retired Veteran

PS. You can send this out to whoever you like

and hope they like it.

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On the brown lawn,yellowed leaves putrefy
Temporatures die as daylight hours fly.

American doublet form

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Daffodil's Hope

Finding an image to focus on
My mind lifts my soul with song

Simple... my perceptions changing
Negative vibes rearranging....

Yellow daffodils spring to mind
So early a blossom, winter shines~

Sweet and hollow its trumpet appears
Soaking up sunshine as snow disappears

Crisp and bold flawless in scheme
Long winter's magical dream

Blossom Daffodil all around my lawn
Adamantly filling the crisp damp dawn

Boldly obvious blossoms in snow
Complicates winter with her glow

Daffodil arrivs at winters' end   
Offering hope to a despairing friend



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The Dark Night

A sweet Little Worm crawls silently through the dirt.
Where has the light gone?  I have no worth.
Feeling dense and dark, the worm surrenders its life.
What’s the use of living when there is no light?

Coiled unto herself, Little Worm falls fast asleep.
Unwilling to feel the dung of this compost heap.
Surrendering to the dark night is the worm’s only thought.
Eyes closed to her world, allowing all thinking to stop.

Asleep in the black tunnel, Little Worm dreams of the light,
Rising sun soaks through her skin; the heating pad of delight.
Dreamtime expands into an unknown inner glow.
Fiery furnace melts the frozen core as her heartfire grows,

A safety net surrounds Little Worm like a web of security.
Encasing her now in a gentle comforter, woven of purity.
Spreading a delicate balance while dusk and dawn merge
Cocooning Little Worm as she sleeps, enabling fears to purge.

Little Worm awakens with alarm; something isn’t right?
I’m smothering in this security blanket, and I’m feeling fright.
Little Worm gives a strong kick to break free; it is a flap.
She pushes with all her might; a flutter falls quite flat.

Flap and flutter; flutter and flap; frantic movements all.
Still I’ll try and try until I’m free of this blanketed wall.
All the flaps and flutters create a crack in the shell.
Her lungs fill up with sweet, moist air; Ah, now all is well.

These flaps and flutters feel different; actually, quite strange.
Appendages like angel wings now provide a vast new range.
Relief saturates Little Worm like a sponge lying in sweet gentle rain,
As she arises from the clammy, wet compost heap without any pain.

Slowly, tentatively, Little Worm gazes into the ocean of blue above.
Excited flapping and fluttering soon lifts her from the muck
Soaring now into the dewy spring of a fresh blossoming birth,
Little Worm acknowledges the need for the dark night to occur.

Flying freely now with the emerging glow of true freedom’s ring,
Accepting this new power contained within surrendered feelings,
She’s enchanted with her new life, although she’s not sure who she is.
Surrendered suffering has created this new day of pure joy and bliss.

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No Finish Line

          the slow snail the fast fly now taunts,
          his flight speed he boastfully flaunts,

                 so he zips and zaps low and high,
                 in a spider's web doomed to die.

          to each his time, to each his pace,
          there really is no rigid race,

                 you sprint your way and I crawl mine,
                 there really is no finish line !

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That Time Before Winter

It's that time before Winter and all through the yard
run pathways of petals all beautifully charred.
An assortment of heartwarming hues can be seen:
deep reds and bright yellows and shades in between.
How my innocent heart beats with hummingbird pleasure
at the sight of these wonderful bundles of treasure!
So I say to myself while my heart is a thumping,
"No time shall be wasted, these leaves are for jumping!"
To the largest collection of colors I race,
with laughter aplenty, the wind in my face
and the sun at my back, pushing me with its rays,
as I spring into Fall without looking both ways.
I land soft in the pile that the season provides,
as if leaping in laundry just recently dried,
and upon my resurfacing what should I see
but the base of what seems like a beanstalk to me.
I look up at the plant and think Jack would be proud
to descend such a towering tree from the clouds.
Though it's lacking its leaves, looking lonely and bare,
I just can't help but smile as I harmlessly stare
at what once was full green, so I shout out "hooray,"
giving thanks to the trees on this cool autumn day.
To you children at play, be your yards big or small,
Happy Leaf Leaping, friends, and to all a good Fall!

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Oceans of awareness

Rippled ribbons of wavy sand
Caressed and created by the oceans hand
Salted wisps of fragrant air
Stirring my nose and tickling my hair
Bellowing sounds of the breaking tides
The ever-changeable textures on a shell on both sides  

Inspired by Deborah Guzzi's contest five senses / five elements

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Nocturnal feast on the beach

3rd march 2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Lying between two coconuts trees,
On a swinging ham mock feeling sultry breeze.

Waves erupt repeatedly on the hibernating sandy shores,
The moonlight now festoons the sand and sea with milky Lumina galore.

The coconut trees foliage houses my shack beneath,
Is grimly laden with dew drops , the wetness it drips within.

My pals with whiskey, rum and beer are laden within,
Singing songs of love, sorrow, happiness, friendship and topic akin.

The stone electric pole sheds fluorescent light,
Making the ambience great and the vista very bright.

Into the night, eat smoke and drink,
Our confined and harnessed sorrows we will drive out from our body’s brink.

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Dark and lean she spins her web preparing for her prey.
Intelligent and diligent she works both night and day.

She is by no means evil, for this is all she knows.
A genetic trait passed down to her and so the story goes.

When her work is done she will get ready for her scheme.
To lure her helpless victim in her well constructed gleam.

A tattoo on her stomach, he stops to take a glance.
Her beauty and her mind combined, he doesn't stand a chance.

He goes in to get a closer look not knowing what's in store.
She has her victim now and when they're done needs him no more. 

He never knew what hit him for she won't suffer him his pride.
Her mission is accomplished, and her legacy's inside.

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Stepped out this morning after many torrid days.
Stillness and dreeping dampness met my gaze.
Trees above thankful for the welcome swallow.
I too breathed deep a welcome here  below.

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buttered dreams

driving the highway the other day
past buttercups on the median way

and rows of corn on the other side
a beautiful sight for noontime ride

my dreaming mind started to wonder
a cornucopia of crops golden color

as buttercups rose into the air
and crossed the lanes without a care

to drip onto the corn so buttery
a pleasant dream feeding absurdity

still the taste imaged on my tongue
with a bit of salt and pepper clung

to bright yellow kernels of my mind
a noontime fantasy tastefully defined

© Goode Guy 2011-06-24

not too much salt...

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Ones Own Dream

Whispering tinkles speak to my soul so clear.
Curving styles go past as I watch so sincere.
Restful unbroken missions set my spirit free.
Rolling scents accentuate emotions in me.

Scenes such as these are my haven from pains.
Emerging sprays from graceful heavenly rains.
Pouring down gently they separate the current,
In such a stylish way this halts any kind of torrent.

This stream that I call natures blessing these days,
Has a sanctification of its own in so many ways.
As if God has given consent for a miracle of peace.
To which has been shared with me in special release.

In dedication of the honor that I have to share with you,
Praising nature that he gave to me and everyone else too,
I write about my precious secret stream for all to know.
Revealing its location is to allow one and all to go.

Though there is not any one location that you can find.
There are many secret places where one may go to unwind.
All the wonders of nature drift along any brook or stream.
Anyone just has to take the time to find their own dream.

Written by
Cecil Hickman

Date written

Written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Flowing water 

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Two Deaths, but Worlds Apart

From where I stand the view I see
Two deaths I witness in front of me

Seeing such a sight makes me internally cry
For come tomorrow, we'll have a moonless sky

Her life is now spent like a nearby tree
In death like us they are now finally free

In skeletal stance so naked and bare
It's richness drained, all I can do is stare

What awaits as a new day dawns
For into the evening we go, now earth is withdrawn

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Boulder to Aspen

I left Friday midmorning for a weekend getaway
A four-hour jaunt to Aspen; just wanted to play
No purpose for the trip; just for the experience
New to Colorado, I desired to feel its sense.

If you would care to come along with me,
Continue reading and hear my song of glee.
As I turned onto the road to Idaho Springs
My heart leaped and I began to gently sing.

What is it about a mountain stream
That takes away thought and brings back the dream?
What is it about the pine trees growing so tall
Straight up from sheer rocks with no soil at all?

What is it about driving higher and higher into the sky
Being able to look the mountain top right in the eye?
What is it about the sudden appearance of a mountain lake
That takes my breath away and causes me to shake?

What is it about the snow-covered peak standing guard
Over the bosom of its canyon now filled with cars?
What is it about blue ice on the high mountain creek
That takes away all the words that I wish to speak?

What is it about seeing the Arkansas River in high Colorado?
Perhaps realizing the connectivity of water’s everlasting flow.
What is it about seeing a train moving through the mountain forest
That reminds me of all the pioneers and natives who came before us?

What is it about seeing a giant dove in a cloud formation
When I am only twenty-two miles from my destination?
Feeling the oneness of earth, man, and sky as I drive,
Just what is it that now makes me heave a big sigh?

It is the road sign that says, “Indy Pass closed for the winter”
Can you hear the screeching howl of my whine and my whimper?
Taking a deep breath, I turn slowly around; there’s no other choice.
Retracing 100 miles now with a noticeably different voice.

The road now becomes the coiling serpent of asphalt
For I have lost my serenity and centered gestalt.
The roadside streams are just more water that flows.
Why was the road closed, there isn’t even any snow?

Finally my humor returns as I enter the Glenwood Canyon.
How could I not be happy viewing this majestic companion?
Wearily, now I limp into Aspen at just after dusk.
Navigating the rotary is an exercise in trust.

All worth it, I must say as I drive into the town
White lights twinkling their greetings to me all around.
Found my hotel easily.  The room is grand; I shall not moan
Over a little misadventure I can share with those back home.

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The weeping willow sways and dips
to skim the lake in a summer kiss
and fish respond from down below
to catch a sun beam

 ~Off they go
in colors grey and silver gold~

From gills of bliss a bubble blows...

And on the surface flowers shine
and move to touch their skin to mine
The breeze, she plays upon my hair
as bee's their daisy pollen wear.

My lips a smile to teeth do meet
as lids close their eyes to a wink discreet

The sun, a warm lizard skin to the clouds
settles on us.  I breathe to the summer sounds
and weep in the way that humans do
alone in Nature's rendezvous.

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A bevy of gulls in a sea-fowl cloud
In fellowship,squabble,whispering loud.

An American doublet

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True Blue

It’s my favorite color and I reckon it’s true
It goes very well with all I’ve been through

For I have embraced the bluest of days
Brought upon myself by the darkest of ways

They say that my eyes are as blue as the sky
Especially when their tired from the tears that I cry

When I first glanced at Lake Tahoe for heavens sake
I thought, “Nothing on Earth is as blue as this Lake”

Blue as the sky or so it would seem
I found sobriety and answered a dream

I remember I cried the day that I heard the news
No longer would Stevie Ray be playing the blues

Blue is a color but know it’s also an emotion
When I was in Hawaii it was the color of the Ocean

See, blue is more than a color it’s part of our soul
For folks at the fair it’s their number one goal

Sweetheart even this love that I hold for you
Can best be described by the words “True Blue”. 

Inspired by the COLOR contest and of
course it was penned for my wife.

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Swan Song

Those evenings spent on the inlet bay
When seven swans would sail my way

I'd walk on the deck with bags of bread
They seemed to know they would be fed

From the other side of the inlet they'd come
And they'd devour every last crumb

So beautiful and graceful too
And I had such a perfect view

I called them the girls and they knew me
I often wondered how they could see

So far across that watery space
It's almost like they knew my face

I'd call to them across the way
And they would listen to what I'd say

Come drifting over to my back door
Like they had many times before

I'd tell them all my troubles and then
They'd eat and sail away again

I do miss seeing those gorgeous creatures
With ivory feathers and lovely features

It was so peaceful there on the bay
When the beautiful swans would swim my way

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The Filigree Tree

Presents from the filigree tree
out in the back, for you, for me
with filtered limbs to lift the air
We know it well, I met you there
A ring of broken, braided twigs
We dined on wine, and cheese and figs
and gazed beyond the silver bough
out in the back, I feel it now
Many a book was read aloud
on hazy days, without a cloud
We laughed until the flowers fell
and graced our brow, we knew it well
A thousand stars to sing at night
out in the cold, you held me tight
with whispered frost upon the air
It chills me still, left frozen there
But now the filigree tree has died
I buried it, and wept and cried
for every inch it bloomed and grew
resembled love, from me to you.


There under the filigree tree
where memory was lost and found
and made and breathed
we tethered the sky on a stormy day
and lapped up the dew from the metal moon
There under belted, velvet boughs
we circled the earth
and glistened the brow
of every moment we left to ignite
like a wound to be healed and kept out of sight
There we fell to love's embrace
a shadowed laugh
a winsome face
to sew the fabric of our time
when I was yours and you were mine...

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A Tongue Is Like A Rose

My friend, I rather not learn to speak 
In thy tongue that really makes one sick

A tongue lovely as early morn rose
And deadly like her own prickly toes


Inspired by a nasty comment I got 
For winning the PS Poetry Contest.

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A Dead Rose

The rose grows unbalanced to the right
Because she is deprived of light,

Water is scarce, but when it can run,
The rose soaks it up and leans into the sun,

Her thorns are stunted and endearingly tender,
Though this means they do not have strength to defend her,

Her petals are thin and so easily torn,
Such a delicate flower the bush never had borne,

But far fairer roses selfishly surround her,
And this is how the gardener found her.

So pull out her petals so pretty and pale,
And break off her prickles so fragile and frail,

Then cut off her head and leave her to decay,
Tend the wilier roses and just walk away.

And as her sap weeps as she withers and rots,
The rose is watched smugly by the flowers in their pots,

And as she lies dying in darkness on the floor,
They turn to the sun and lounge in it some more,

And when the rain washes the dead rose away,
The flowers are asleep and have nothing to say.

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Monsoon Season

Torrents of melancholy brine cascade from leaden skies;
Mirroring the salty streams of tears that seep from my sapphire eyes;

Folded limbs of bruised porcelain reach out to feel the patter of the rain;
Each stinging drop a tiny shard of ancient liquid pain;

Muddied pools form on a thirsty earth that drinks and drinks and drinks;
My own parched heart does nothing but watches, waits, and sinks, sinks, sinks…

With the monsoon comes a stultifying death of putrefaction to leaf and bough;
Matching the decay that stirs the topsoil of my soul like the blade of a rusty plough;

Snails drag their curlicue shells through promising forests of lush mossy growth;
Just as slow my sighing breaths sift through my lips uttering silent bitter oaths;

The monsoon season is a blessing to the earth and a curse to a trapped soul;
Bound by adolescent selfishness I think only of myself not of the whole;

Forgetting the urgent thirst of the ground for water I curse the curtaining rain;
Staring mutinously into the gloomy grey day with my face pressed against a cold window 

Rain, rain, I murmur through reproachful lips, go away;
And please I entreat you -- return again some other day… 

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Vivid contrasts emanate lively hues
from the brilliancy of colors,
to radiate skin, hair and eyes;
and these are the wishes of all lovers!

He's a handsome man in a dark suit well-pressed,
and she's a beautiful woman in a scarlet dress;
he doesn't like ladies with flashy clothes,
and she only likes guys with ripped shirts!  

Amelia fascinates her partner with her adorable smile,  
Riccardo's blue eyes see a woman no man can resist;
and with his sexy eyes and killer's looks makes his conquest;
how exciting she seems and how happy she is to feel alive! 

Their cheeks occasionally touch as kisses of a soft wind,
passion arises, but the dance must end with a standing ovation; 
they're the only perfect pair who are rehearsing and getting recognition,
other dancers are getting impatient and are dying to come in.

The violin and piano begin to play in full harmony, " Un Ballo In Maschera,"
and all the guests come out gracefully to join the masquerade ball without timidity...
wearing luxurious and colorful costumes of the legendary Venetian Era;
and they elegantly dance on the diamond-shaped floor, trying to gess each other's identity.

The chorus adapts a moderato tone as wished by the conductor's baton, as the harmonic tones 
accompany the high pitched soprano, who suddenly bursts out in a hissy scene;
she shouts, "My Riccardo has betrayed me! Take his mask off, and let him see me!"
And while the melody is embellished by the harmony, in anguish, she discords her vivid notes.

Entered in Brian's Strand contest, " Colours "

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Siberian Vespers

A blinding wind rescinds my vision of the tundra’s rich ruins
White-dark obstructing the dark-white frigid dunes 
Gloves numbly clutching shovel dumbly
Lunging for ore or foreign money
Turnipbottom dirtpale the truest shade
In Siberian vespers all colors fade
But each double parka’d sweatdrop bleeds a Bombay summer
Tickling, trickling south like my fantasy sojourn
Each snowflake calls to mind a pachyderm, a
Moment fleeting, dying on terra firma
Siberia may not be fain to offer freedom
But India will remain my spirit’s Eden

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Humming Birds

Humming Birds

My humming bird happens to be annoyed
And feeder have found him trying to avoid
While one will try to fight off the other
Not sure which one is a sister or brother.

Competition between humming birds is keen
From another can't tell difference between
With there sharp beaks pointing and jabbing
Is it possible each other they could be stabbing?

Spring and summer started turning into fall
And I can still hear all of nature trying to call
But as the beleaguered feeder I still look upon
Humming birds headed south and are all gone. 

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Complete (2006)

Two pieces meet
My worls is complete
My path is chosen
My past is frozen
There is no doubt
Everyone else can i do without
You is all i need
A beautiful flower has grown from our seed

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The Tranquil sound of the falling rain
As it pitter patters, against our window panes

In any season the rains will call
Cloudburst or monsoon we welcome its fall

Deserts so thirsty, look forward to the day
Of natures welcomed rainfall, to re-awaken her display

With the rains comes tragedy, life and despair
Without the fluid of anew, we would be in barren stare

So the next time you look out and view, and say its raining again
As it lashes against your window, its just natures champagne

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Boulder Morning

Here in my haven, the Flat Irons in full view
A benefit to the loss of leaves as winter ensues.
To my left is the bustle of a town in motion.
Before me, fire blazes, warming chill’s potion.

Dragonfly dances in her coppery cloud in the tree
Sunlight dazzles and blue sky is what I see.
Surrounded by my carefully chosen new delights
Comforted by the photo of my family in sight.

Boulder isn’t cobalt, blue ocean and warm island breeze;
But it is all and everything that does seem to please.
Adaptability must be my middle name.
Wherever I am, I am the same.

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Amber Grail

Hurry--dawn approaches quickly on soft wings of amber light,
arising from the faded remnants of the prior purple night!

Gather--all ye creatures of the soil, sky and azure sea,
to taste the drops of sunshine that seclude the day from ebony!

Revel--in the golden streams that runneth past horizon's edge,
bestowing warmth upon the lowest lake and highest mountain ledge!

Saunter--drunkenly, intoxicated by the zealous morn:
rejoice; the vacant sky burns brightly as another day is born!

Savor--every sweetened ray that filters through the clustered trees,
descending from its coral cup and trickling down the emerald leaves!

Hurry--dawn ascends from darkness, teeming from its garnished grail;
enamored by its honey hue,

the Sun, we Hail;
the Sun, we Hail!

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Other Side of the Moon

Other Side of the Moon

There was a wasp who had become a slob

Ended up being dumber than a door knob

And I hate to really sound so sarcastic

Tried finding food from flowers which were plastic.

I found this to be highly entertaining

Which to plastic all of this was pertaining

Wasp left after he had to look and look

And on an airplane a trip he tried to book.

Some air tactics are not necessarily fair;

They found one recently which was called scare

Which wasps always will use on us everyday

And end result is it scares everyone away.

Was it a wobbly wasp which by would wisp?

Who later turned into a lunar ellipse or eclipse

And can you imagine a wasp who built a cocoon

Which ended up being on other side of the moon. (Brrr!!!) 

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Moonbeams and Desire

Heart blooms when any of the starfish light
Starfish light when you tell them to light up
and they are so pretty but you can't even see them
The sky is so dark that you can't even read them
The moonbeams now are not in desire
and they can't keep holding the same in the fire.

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Leave   work? Then I want to  be dazzled by  the  crop
Of fall trees  still in full leaf but about to drop
As if   loaded with   flames   yellow,and russet
That  ripple  thru  leaves ,  wind-fuelled,  sunlit .

The little flames are thrown to the river glass,
A hard fall, a  landing  ungainly, crass.
Unlike their graceful selves when branch-borne, 
They fall to the river, meet their reflections and mourn 
And  float ignominiously,  and collect their fellows
In untidy piles at the slack water shallows
Among the faded reeds and river weeds
Where ducks  scavenged,   lunched
But there are no longer swallows bunched.
A  fall from on high is filled with pathos
And  seeming  chaos.
End of beauty  air-light , and  the grief
I feel for each  fallen golden  leaf

Matches my joy   for the tree.  It  now survives the all-
Too- soon-but-not-quite- yet winter
And its killing cold.  And  produces another 
Dazzling flame-throwing show next fall.

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Butterfly Wings (2006)

Amongst the trees I see beautiful things
Floating angels with delicate wings
Tender warm feeling
Feeling is believing 

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What Does Silence Say?

Lovely daffodils, there on the hill
The breeze is strong yet you are still
Why do you not, in the wind, sway?
What brought this sorrow to your day?

Has sun not shone its bright complexion?
So why has diminished, your direction?
It is with joy that I see your glow
So tell me please, I must now know.

Is there a darkness that I don’t see
Looming over the hill, daring me?
Yet, here you stay, no turn to have
As I watch you safely, from this path.

Is there a meaning at all to find?
Please give me now, peace of mind
Or, is it that you’re young, not grown
And in the wind, you stand below?

I shall walk on now and hopefully see
What lies ahead… waiting for me
But if you know, would you dare tell?
Goodbye, sweet flowers, I wish you well.

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What A Whipporwill Was For

What A Whipporwill Was For

To me the nightness seemed so still

Only sound I heard was a single whippoorwill

And such a mournful sound it truly was

Soft one he makes like he always does.

Night's darkness is full of nothing at all

Yet still exists that of a whippoorwill call

Faintly, fleeting somewhere far away

Which does disappear again by next day.

Without a whippoorwill what would we do?

If God whispered to me and then I knew

Saying what a whippoorwill was really for

Would ask Him for me to make many more.

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Feeble Little Mudskipper

In alternating bad attempts;
To reach a puddle of regret.
   A bathing suit of scales he weighs;
   His mouth a circle of dismay.
Flip flop he fumbles back and forth;
A feeble wish he will retort.
   A final honourable sway;
   A gulping down of water may,
Entice a drama too excite,
Enough to one more time ignite,
   A jerk of flesh, elliptic course;
   Too infantile to sense remorse.
To land within a puddles’ shallow;
Missed the creek, forget the paddle.

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The Conscious Element

Love of nature for earth shines
during the splendid springtime.
Very rare happiness takes birth.
Like an Indian bride decks earth.
Spring is the love of the nature.
Images of bliss, flowers appear.
In the glittering seasons of rain
vanishes sun burnt earth's pain.
Megh Malhaar(1) the breeze sings
And the nimbus' cloud’s rolling
reminds of performance rhythmic.
Nature produces heavenly music.
Sounds of a lovely rainy shower
remind of the melody of a sitaar(2)
But nature is not just rose petal.
It is also a tempest most terrible.
When the earth shivers in fever
destruction happens everywhere.
Deadlier than oppressor's army
is the onslaught of the tsunami.
Natural forces extremely great
shake courage of men ultimate.
Then, in humility join hands two
and piously pray to parent true.
Then Supreme one, grants mercy
and reestablishes lost harmony.
Without that conscious element
nature is just a force vehement.
That is nature's bliss and beauty.
Without that reigns chaos, only.

1 Megh Malhaar is a symphony in Hindustani Classical Music for the rainy 

2 Sitaar is a famous stringed musical instrument of Indian Subcontinent 

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Waiting for the Storm

Subways canceled; buses, too.
Cannot visit park or zoo.
Broadway tickets? Outta luck.
Far from home? You might be stuck.

Baseball games not being played.
Flights postponed – at best, delayed.
Museums closed and so are gyms.
In churches, there might not be hymns.

If you’re residing in Zone A,
Evacuate without delay.
For all the rest, have flashlights, please,
‘Cause Con Ed has no guarantees.

Stock yourself with food and drink;
Here we totter, on the brink.
Get supplies or you’ll regret it.
When Irene hits, you won’t sweat it. 

Nature loves to throw us curves
And newscasters pump up your nerves.
Still, I’m all set and won’t complain,
Just waiting for the wind and rain.

I wonder, though, if they’re mistaken -
If it’s sunny when we waken?
Experts will say we were spared
Because we were so well-prepared!

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Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!

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Stewards of the Land

From the window, I can see
Snowy blooms on the dogwood tree

Cows grazing on pastures green
Baby calves, such a lovely scene

In my country heart, I seek
Words that describe, words to speak

So that others may read these lines
And find a deeper peace at times

God has filled our world with beauty
To care for it is our only duty

Stewards of the land are we
Keeping it beautiful for all to see 

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Spring has Sprung

Spring has arrived, her cycle of life beckons
As she thrills us with greened anew

Buds grace the light as if blinking in the sun
Bulbs of many play peekaboo through the softening soils

As days grow into weeks, vistas explode all around
Colours aplenty bloom into a plumage of petals

Choruses of birds chirp, igniting patterns of lure
As pending partners charm and delight as unions are discovered

Natures carnival of blossoms and greens highlight her art
Whilst gentle breezes caress them as they drift down and carpet 

Hours and evenings stretch allowing rays of warmth to radiate
Fruiting plants start on their journey of harvesting joys

Summer knocks on Springs door declaring seasonal appearance
As we look around and applaud, ripening is natures show of hands

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Pink Rose

Silked and velvet linings, sweet and sweated dew,
of pink lining coating pettals flattery in mist of dew.

Blooming of this rosie blossom, uplifting head in sky,
wondering and drifting- water of mist splatters, she cries.

Alone in the mire, befriended with her stones and pot,
and wind be thrashing- roaring hit her velvet in one shot.

Flattery flower!  Flushed of pink desires,
perished, alas, alone in the wetted mire.

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Winter's Spell

Now the arrival of a desolate kingdom so bleak 
Felt and suppressed not able to speak

With the cold winds that blow
Beneath a paradise of sparkling clad snow

Nox has cloaked all with an attic embrace
To what was tempered on this earthly space

Hardened clay with fists of steel 
Crackling rivers that slept and concealed

Howling cries of the lonesome and the scared
No place for the living to dwell unprepared 

Lifeless beds of gardens fast asleep 
This place not fit for man nor beast

 And so a passing of time will endure and erase 
To the coming of spring taking in its place

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He grows in his garden

He grows in his garden porcelain lips; kisses for the rain.
And the flowers wanted to look out, so he planted a window pane.
He grew a shiny crystal eye; to wink at the sun.
And a thing to keep the prowlers out, so he made the gate to look like a gun.
He rooted there a metal clown; entertainment for the flowers.
And just so time would not make a fuss, an hour glass to sift away the hours.
He sprouted silver branches there, for the tired birds of June.
And an awesome golden harp is planted, in hopes the wind would play a tune.
He grew this magnificent china bird; to tease the worms.
And there by the gate a rubber mouse; insurance against the pachyderms.
And for all to see, a green jade thumb; ask not for what or why.
He grows these things, smart or dumb, to entertain a roving eye. 

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Will the Weather

Will the Weather?

Will weather always have to be warm?
For wind to blow and there be a storm
Then rain to come and prepare a path
And trying to calm all of God's wrath.

God, settle down weather will you please
Add days to my life so it can increase
Enjoy and appreciate all you have done
And rain on world will unfailingly fall upon.

Majestic is God's might and love for me
Here at home of brave and land of the free
America was made basking in God's beauty
As I write more poems and perform civic duty.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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All of the Dust

All of the Dust

There are those things that will twinkle
And rain as it starts to softly sprinkle;
Lightening sharp flash and the sound
Of loud thunder booming all around.

Bees have a home they call their hive
While many things manage to survive
On ground trying to forage for food;
Bother them, No, I am never rude.

Raindrops appear from every direction
And on concrete can see their reflection
Which will stop shortly I hope and trust
After it did settle down all of the dust.

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Tipping the Scale

I saw a baby fox today;
It looked like it had lost its way.
Its mom was nowhere to be seen;
I felt like I should intervene.

Its tail was long; its fur was red.
Its skinny frame looked underfed.
It paced a bit right near the road,
Perhaps in search of its abode.

We drove away and left it there.
It wasn’t that we didn’t care;
But every creature that’s alive
Must learn the know-how to survive.

There’s a reason that each breath
Can tip the scale towards life or death.
Nature pulls the strings, not I,
Deciding who will live or die.

I hope that balance falls in favor
Of that fox, for I would savor
That our lack of enterprise
Did not result in its demise.

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wind down

that indian, he ain't come to town
still, summer's started windin' down
you can feel it in the air some how 
this season's seasoning, time to avow

do soldiers march with cadence strident?
as sure of battles outcomes provident
as time of Sol marches across the sky
another summer season spent, gone by

still, the warmth will linger a bit more
'til Earth's tilting a cooler guarantor
that winter will soon tag this autumn
and nights long flow slow as sorghum

quarterly, we divide our seasonal pie
to save and share and partake thereby
turning our waterwheel of milling time
to something fervent, meaningful, sublime

so, i fervently wish to take this opportune
today, to share this halcyon afternoon
with you alone, ok maybe a pet or two
i love this life, i love this day, i love you

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22

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For A While

For A While

Heavy rain again has started to fall
In outside furniture will have to haul
And find missing things I may want
For several hours may have to hunt.

How hard lately it has been raining
And down my spouts it all is draining
While clouds in the sky are gray and thick
Are all so wet whichever you will pick.

All animals lavish and love rain thoroughly
Even friendly frogs make music merrily
Whole world appears to be on arduous trial
So I'll fall asleep and knap for a while.

Jame Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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Summer Fun

Sweat pants and wool socks
a hand-knitted scarf or two
warm mittens and hats
no doubt you think I’m nuts

Rosy cheeks and runny nose
soggy boots and frozen toes
chattering teeth and quivering knees
when I dream, it is of these

Down jackets now long packed away
skis and poles just taking up space
in my crowded messy garage
snow covered runs - just a mirage

Sun screen and flip flops
sunglasses and sticky pits
baseball caps and Thanksgiving in shorts
I despair of weather reports

How did I get to this eternal hell?
where A/C costs you a paycheck as well
where tender skin exposed continues to burn . . .
I just know somewhere I missed a turn.

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Mirror river  perfect glass
Twice the beauty as I pass
Birds are tweetling as they should
Trees of spring about to bud

Double sunshine double sky
Ducks not here yet  - don’t know why
Not a ripple breaks the surface
Sheer reflection in the stillness

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Mountain Road Trip

Dogwood branch extending, end of summer's bloom
Shadows on our windshield, blinking from the gloom
The sunny skies are peeking, brightness with a glare
Reveals a changing forest, the trees becoming bare

Pines are shedding cones, we see them in the road
Soon with weighted snow, limbs  fall from heavy load
Squirrels are storing larder, prepare for future's need
Nature getting ready, is planting winter's seed

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Night Camp

On a dark dewy dampened night
Stars sparkle above my campsite

A thick brisk breeze blows through
Toggles my tent nearly in two

Hunched I stand to unzip me out
Tent too cramped without a doubt

Wind blows my hair against my face
Zipping it closed with precise haste

Stepping on top of fallen pine needles
Barefoot I pray there are no beetles

Marveling the stars unerringly strewn
Against a black sky accenting the moon

Inhaling the crispness of the night
Decreases my grief with cogent might

Exhaling those troubles kept deep inside
This evening drenches a dreary façade

Loquacious crickets chirp steady songs
Forcing resolve to end the day’s wrongs

The scent of jasmine lingering on
Allows my spirit to sing its song

Undoubtedly camping feels so right
On a dark dewy dampened night~

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Belonging To You (2006)

Belonging to you is not possession in my eyes
It’s the law that no one defies
 You live in my heart and I live in yours
No one else can claim to set me free
I am only me when you are with me 

For Naj 

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My Flying Mustang

Along time ago just the other day
I saw a magic horse who flew my way
Well all in all jackpot in hand
It flew me off to a distant land
A place where the Land meets the Sea
We landed there this horse and me
Somethings in life should not go to waste
Such was the beauty of this special place
Secluded and surrounded by sheer rock walls
With an abundance of beautiful waterfalls
Creating rainbows that filled the skies
Oh, This place was beautiful to the eyes
As I looked all around at the giant ferns
Into my heart this place did burn
While listening to the beat of the sea
We had a picnic this horse and me
Then down the beach we took us a walk
And without a word we had us a talk
Life is full of many wonderful things
Like my flying Mustang with golden wings

Written by Michaela and I

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Never Need to Care

Never Need to Care

I have a habit writing with my pen
Which seems to let poems come in
Words will come out every which way
For while longer can read and here stay.

Rain came down and started pouring
And all of nature I am always adoring
As flowers form and grass starts to rise
For me sure was a pleasant surprise.

Back to writing poems must be going
While I watch everything that is growing
Never need to care what is the matter
Love seeing sunsets and clouds that scatter.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Soldier

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Forever a Tree

Many stand beneath my branches to shelter
From the rain
But never in a thunderstorm for lightening to fry their brains

Amid my  leaves birds build their nests
their chirps and whimpers joy to my breast 

Against my trunk lovers lean or carve their names
While young ones use it for target practice ,such a shame

Upon my roots above the ground the hobo spends the night
Fanned by leaves forever dancing in the wind. 

Loggers come with sharp tools that hurt
To chop and slice my limbs or log my torso off.

A murdering lot they are yet my life's not over yet
I still have surprises up my sleeve to amaze them you bet. 

 I become beams and benches in mansions and schools
I bask in  sunlight as a gazebo by a pool.

I sail the seas  as a ship of rare design
And wonder if man realize that trees  never die.

They  only take my  life to another place and time
 While my young shoots become  trees again by and by.

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Autumn Cowboy

The cowboy in cascading leaves has lingered much too long,
As he sings amid red and gold, summer’s last dying song.
The sky is clear and blue this day, but change is in the air—
Far mountains shine with crisp, white caps and blow cold wind through hair.

He softly spurs dreams into a stampede of falling leaves—
Wishing that the best of worlds would bring bad men to their knees. 
He turns his horse to the north and heads for that old line shack—
Hoping that the larder’s full and come spring he’ll be riding back. 

He trails sweet salmon sunset as brass leaves rustle the breeze—
Far sky melts to shining white as snow is held back by trees.
He knows hard winter’s coming, its cold silver slides in fast—
For a time he savors summer, knowing good things don’t last.

The cowboy in cascading leaves has lingered much too long,
As he sings amid red and gold, summer’s last dying song. 

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Rainy Day Thoughts

In a drizzle, droplets drip;
Hair will frizzle, make-up slip.
Streets will glisten, raincoats bead;
Wipers work the lowest speed.

Rain that’s steady slashes down;
Puddles plash and insects drown.
Folks’ umbrellas bump and clash;
Headlights blind you, bold and brash.

Pouring cloudbursts crash and soak;
Running dashes they provoke.
Awnings are in short supply;
People race indoors to dry.

Even though we need the rain,
When it falls, we oft complain.
Still, we’re lucky, as things go – 
Any rain’s preferred to snow!

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Newton spoiled it all for me.
Rainbows were obviously 
God’s colour spree
He splashed about with glee.

Beauty was their strength and attraction.
Now it’s all just wavelength  and refraction.

Thank  God  though
Newton never saw  the glow 
Of  ice bows and fog bows 
I can still enjoy their shows.

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Surely there was some mistake!
This couldn’t really be a quake!
I know one person – not a joke – 
Who thought he’d suffered from a stroke.

But no, the experts did unveil
5.7 on the Richter scale,
With tremors up and down the coast;
Virginia seemed to get the most.

New Yorkers seemed the most surprised.
We haven’t been familiarized
With quakes like this since ’44,
And this one we could not ignore.

For many, ‘twas a brief distraction,
With surprise the main reaction.
Life returned to normal, fast;
Could-have-been thoughts do not last.

Yet we think of others struck
Who didn’t have our same good luck.
Nothing really quite predicts
How Mother Nature gets her kicks.

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Half-forgotten Song

Before I go, my love, before I go,
     could we together watch the afterglow?

It won't be long, it wouldn't take too long
     to you I'll be a half-forgotten song.

Now let us watch the slowly setting sun,
     so soothing sweet, though end has just begun,

so brightly beaming, yet, so sadly sighing,
      the day's farewell and now the light is dying.

Behold, my love, the sweetly seething sky,
     the blazing burst of colors draws a sigh.

The flaming purple clouds float by on high,
     the sun's farewell and now, my love, goodbye!

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Time to Devote

I always like having time to devote
Taking people for a ride in my boat
Up and down river we all will float
Should watch us and try to take note.

Alligator with sun screen could be seen
Form here to bridge, somewhere in between
While watching water flow through the reeds
Isn't it amazing how God fulfills our needs.

Saw some osprey high up in their nest
Brought food for young and they did digest
And in every song sang seemed to say
God has granted us another great day.

James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran

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1.A, cardinal of alphabets
deity is pre-eminent.
2.What use thou learned?
unless venerating divine
3.Captives of his flower-heart
long live on earth.
4.Devotee of fair nature
never faces hazard.
5.Admirers of nature never
suffer ignorant fatalism.
6.Self controlling of sense
organs, long live.
7.Critics of unique divine
suffer constant misery.
8.Forsaking sage of charity 
uncross delightful seas
9.As insensate organs, nonconformists
of him worthless.
10.Devotees of divine cross 
birth-ocean, censure not.
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31 B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU,INDIA
Published in on 3-12-13

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By The Backyard Pool

Tiny raindrops fall gently on the crystal pool,
forming wavelets of slowly fading ripples.

Lotus blooms dance to the rhythm of the water,
bowing gracefully low like nature’s chandeliers.

Happy guppies frolic, unafraid of getting wet,
neither cold nor pneumonia seen as a threat.

Frogs in the undergrowth sing a choral refrain
“Rain, rain, don’t you ever go away again.”

Such peaceful scene and what beautiful sound
as heavenly shower comes pouring down.

Funny how the sight of rain falling on the pool
can make a mess in the mind of this lazy fool.


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And the Whole World's Sweet...

In a burst of fellow feeling from the sunshine to the earth
ripened blooms to be revealing soundless voices yet unheard
as they seep into my windows with the sugar scented air
set to spark imagination with a certain savoir faire
I'm entranced beyond all vision thought to signify the spring
and I wake to comprehension and the stature that it brings
for I know the movement of the earth relates to every being
and I feel the warmth upon rebirth in saplings to be seeing
In a burst of live sensations from the sunshine straight to me
theres the marked deliberation to be floating, to be free
As the scent of passing flowers find their way into my room
thus the sunshine overpowers and desires every bloom.

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Mighty Oak

We start out life as blossoms. Then we turn to hues of green.
Our resting place is on the wise and mighty oak tree.

The oak displays us ever so proudly, way up high.
Where we can almost touch the heavens. The sky.

We dance in the soft breeze, for all to admire and see.
Our purpose is to make air, so others can breath.

As we grow old, we’ll shelter the squirrels. The birds.
We silently sit. We need no introductions. No words.

When our time is nearly finished; we’ll fade and turn brown.
The mighty oak will then set us free. 

We’ll gracefully float to the ground.
For our grand finale, we’ll slowly vanish into the soil.

We’ll nourish the oak. Return next season. 
We’re its’ servants. We are loyal.

We’ll begin again as blossoms, and then change to hues of green.
Our resting place will be back on the wise and mighty oak tree.

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Al Fresco

Out for dinner – forecast: rain.
Sat outside, a bit insane.
Every outdoor table filled – 
People chatted, laughter trilled.

Got our drinks – the sky grew dark;
Weathermen were on the mark.
Soon came thunder, also lightning,
Which was just a little frightening.

Rain came pounding – truth was dawning:
We’d get wet despite the awning.
Waitress helped us move inside;
New Yorkers take these things in stride.

Calamity we did avert.
We drank a Guinness for dessert.
When we departed, rain was light;
It was a lovely Friday night.

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'Woodsorrel and violet
To soothe the heart's fret'
Fo heart's broken by a male
So goes the old country tale;
A herb for all their needs
Or potion to right misdeeds;
So easy now to scoff or scorn
With the empirical now left forlorn.
A drug for this and one for that
With side effects,often worse,
Accompany the cure...with a curse

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Shrieks of seagulls die on the breeze;
Childhood ebbs away on sunlit seas.

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1.Revealing regimented forsaking is
determination of books
2.Accounting ascetic conceit is
odd as dead.
3.Renouncing, computing creation and
 destruction is noble.
4.Controlling sense- organs by knowledge
 considered blissful seed.
5.Killing desires of sense-organs
skilled as Iconoclast.
6.Great perform rare noble
deeds inferior fails.
7.Prudent, realizing five senses
command the earth.
8.Greatness is exposed by
his metaphysical language
9.Short incensing save not
the hilly virtuous.
10.Altruist performs charity of
cherishing earthly beings.
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar, the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU,INDIA
Published in on 3-12-13
E mail

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1.Nothing betters life to
eminence and affluence.
2.Nothing profits than charity
forgetting is worse.
3.Perform charity wherever possible
thy can do.
4.True heart is charity
rest all exaggeration.
5.Evade envy, avarice, annoyance and
 coarse-words for charity.
6.Performing charity in youth
without postponing lasts.
7.Charity needs unexplainable to
palanquin-carrier and passenger
8.Performing goodness daily walls
prospect of births.
9.Glory by goodness delights 
for others futile.
10.Owe to do righteousness
omit from evil. 
Dedicated to Thiruvalluvar(31 B.C), the author in Tamil
Translated by S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in on 3-12-13

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Arduous racking of leaves from the trees;
Ultimately gathering from down on our knees.
Turkey and tensile; soon to be here;
Uniting of families as Christmas draws near.
Maple leaves falling; by many and one;
Nature announces; that winter will come

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Ner' A Hollow Morning

Hollow dense vapor sets along the brook
Never imagining dawn breaking in
Earth meets air and it's mysterious show
Stillness so still .. it feels like utter sin~

None could tame the unspoken vigor
Water meets Air above an untamed breeze
Justice is served  Mother Nature's eager
Vernal life lines the brooks simplistic ease~

The breath of comfort calming and placid
Brook does not babble but silently flows
Nor is there a scene like this one today
Breathtakingly unique double rainbows~

If all nature is not a warrior.....
There would be rot  in desolate spaces
How then could her graceful exterior
Know natures place is among these places?

When you're out  walking in nature's way
Ignorantly avoiding her bountiful mass
Recall to your divine spirit that may
Murmur negativity away, be steadfast~

Forest anew with decadence steady
Society must learn to be ready for war
Mother Nature's ner' hollow but ready
Know nothing has ever stopped her before~

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Nature's ornaments

So brief lived is your existence
Swinging, hung in the wind of resistance

Your wonderful canopy so brimful and green 
Once proud and appealing now part of a fall scene

Maybe not always so gloomy to us, 

Your ever-changing colors are enchanting to the eye
A spectator none can defy

Until they tumble endlessly into piles 
Dancing in the winds for miles 

And then turned into a coffee dust 
Onto the soil and staining it to a color so robust

As so your job then is to rest, 
Until you’re brought back at request 

Now you’ve became a part of nature’s circle, 
In the pasting years of a chronicle

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My Private Ranbow

The prism hangs from my window,
Flashing bright colors of yore.
Every color is visible,
Coming out of hiding for my eyes.
I am lost in the movement of my mind,
For it moves endlessly with
Every color of the rainbow,
My own private rainbow of love.

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Lilac Breeze

Early evening’s warm fresh breeze
Sented aroma adrift with ease

As afternoon sun melts slowly down
Day light concludes with a dusky crown

Evening beckoned me out for a stroll
Dainty placidness quenching my soul

A silky breeze makes my spirit content
Picking up lilac and trailing her scent

Sun dripping slowly down her pink sky
Eloquently melting as birds fly by

Enraptured by this lingering breeze
Relinquishes hope for tomorrows ease

By Jane Bowen

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Summer green,harvest scene-
 the view changes every day
Summer blue,yellow too-
 the view changes every day
Summer again,refreshing rain-
 the view changes every day
Summer breeze,sculptured trees-
 the view changes every day
Summer still,in God's will-
 the view changes every day

Inspired by the view from the meeting room of our Christian house-party vacation this past 

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Last gasp

Conjoined at the brain, bound at the hip
Two halves of one heart as we skip a beat
Inhale and exhale, though happy or sad
Reliving content days we never had
Roots planted firmly in gail force winds
Not breaking, but bent by futile beginnings 
Crooked, but growing from much needed rain
One sided, outranking the undeserved pain
Screaming and shouting, silently led astray
Deafening whispers while breath wastes away
Struggling for air amidst hurricane wrath
The end is in sight, we’ve chosen our path
Compassion while hoping that mercy is shown
Air lifted when sand or snowstorms blow
A vacuum absorbing ill fated defeat
Bloated paranoia swept from its feet
Balloon shaped, soaring on wings with a song
Two wind chimes hitching a ride all along
Winds of change will sing of a tale
Of a sail filled with wind or a wind filled sail
That brought to shore a limitless supply
Of peace and wisdom and undying pride

Floating on loveboats brought in by the tide

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Runners, joggers, wheeler, hikers -
They feel the power of nature's glow, with breeze and sun
Then with such course, the walking dead joins in? or shun?

Each runner's course is rough, then smooth
They and the jogger feel lifted up, by golden rule

Hikers hike, and what do they feel? zeal!
Like wheeler; they, too, zip up for fresh air's meal

Runners, joggers, wheeler, hikers; they all know who rules
Even walkers are a pert of their pool... in which

The Maker of breeze, and nature's glow and sun
Holds reservoir of sap fit for everyone.


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Sunrise's Painting

Gently, light touched my eyes
As it tickeled my thighs…

A soft breeze entered my door 
A melody played across my room….

A heart beat was heard
As a new day approached….

Lowly, I opened my eyes,
Where a beautiful view was in display…

A view birds can't wait to see…
A view where life begins to speak…

I rested my eyes that morning,
on the sunrise's beautiful drawing...

The drawing that displayed a harmonious painting,
of red, orange, yellow, and the people who are smiling…

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the Naming Day

 He came outside to a circling hawk
on the day of the child
t'was the name he caught
on a spiraling feather
in his hand,
now Circling Hawk 
is the name of the man.

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Who Controls Nature

As Monarchs flutter within my yard, Preparing for their trip so hard. Not aimlessly fluttering to and fro, God spoke it once and made it so. The sound of Geese now fill the sky, To winter home they now must fly. How do they know when time to go? God spoke it once and made it so. Squirrel's, no busier could they be, Storing nuts from a backyard tree. Why at this time, how did they know? God spoke it once and made it so. A quick glance downward at my feet, A trail of ants seen with winters meat. How can lowly ants work like a pro? God spoke it once and made it so. These things I've seen within my yard, The explanation given is not so hard. God didn't create and then let go, God spoke it once and made it so. As I look at nature each day I see, Beauty that didn't just happen to be. One must but look to surely know, God spoke it once and made it so.

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Sand Spur, Brrr and only kidding

Sand Spur Ruined Reunion

Things outside so often seem to occur
Like present of a protruding sand spur
Which I want to pull out and discard
Before they completely cover the whole yard.

Things that traumatically happen can be true;
What started out as a single are only a few
From soil many nutrients started demanding;
Number obviously ended up being outstanding.

Never knew their source of original origin
But still keep coming back again and again;
Outlandish has become all of their activity;
Won't see them in scenes which are nativity.

After finally, furiously growing up so fast,
They will become part of a prevalent past,
And even though I were to shed a tiny tear
The bastards would still be back next year.

James Thomas Horn 
Retired Vet and Favorite Pet

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Some kind of creation,
Dooming us to damnation.
Try with all our might,
To win the fight,
With these hellish beasts,
Choosing us as their feasts.
One by one we go,
As the drag us below.
"Come on Sam"
Then 'Bam'!
They try to break in
And hit me in the chin.
Chromosome twenty four
Will make me hardcore.
I try to resist,
At this she insists.
I know you,
You'll be one of the few.

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I'm sitting here wishing I had some smoke,
smoke from a dubby and I hope I choke.
there ain't no weed here and I hope I can buy,
it's not much to ask for I just want to get high.
It takes me away from reality and my mind rest,
a well needed vacation from my thoughts which can get the best.
The only thing that helps keep them out,
is Mary-Jane that lovely lady and without her gives me doubt.
I smoke weed whenever I can,
I smoke weed so much I'm it's biggest fan.
It's a way of life the one of a stoner,
that's how I live it's as good as a boner.
So when I get some ganja everything will be okay.
and after I smoke I'll feel better the rest of the day.

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Poetic Vandal

Divided devotion, like once parted ocean
A labyrinth of mere blinded emotion
Beating but bloated, ready to burst
Urgent ache to be free from this curse
Carve out our names, bound by a heart
Together forever engraved on bark
Destined desires, fulfillment somehow
Fortuitous craving must be filled now
Pronounce what I’m feeling on this old tree
Love oozes from ballpoint, but too far from me
My heartfelt gift can’t wait till later
When in death the oak transforms into paper

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Fishing with my Pa

The sun squeaks over the horizon,
the night falls and day arises.
And like a young child I was once before
I held my papa's hand and head for the door.

Ready- to grasp the slimy worms 
in the coffee colored dirt that squirms!
Ready- to mounch on beef jerky from a cheap old store
and fish on a lake and reach to the sea floor.

The ripples of the water were like music you could watch
and the tree talked as me and pa took a sip from our scotch
and whistle to the noises in the air
while rocking on the boat to the moment we share.

And over time- the night begins to steal the day,
and the days says good bye- like a person would to god as the prey.
Colors of the sunset were a bit blurry from that scotch-
but being there was fun to watch

all the memories that sooned to fade
of all the best times he and I made
back when I was four, when he taught me how to fish-
as we head for the door, that was something I dearly missed.

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I drink the jasmine
   .........deep within

I touch the sound of songbirds
..........on high

I breathe a verdant scene
.....onto my page

I taste the sunshine
......upon my face

I feel my heart
.......filled with grace

I hear Spring disappear
...and Summer days unlace

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Snow Angel

You’re soulfully heated in Winter surroundings
While ages of ice aches in Summer compounds me
Transparence in vain, entombed and trapped
Archeological finds and mysteries cracked
Shattered to stardust while ice crystals blow
Symbolizing the melting of wings in the snow
To cover an angel with blankets of love
Cool to my touch, smothered from above
Peacefully sleeping in dreamfields enchanted
Cursing the one wish remaining ungranted
Opposite ends of the wishpool remain
Seasonal pilgrimage starts up again
Ripples in dreampools of sleep destroy much
Yearning to freeze this image, to touch
Over and over leaves me flabbergasted
Eternally grateful I smiled while it lasted

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When Spring comes again
not the warmth..nor the rain
not the yellow ..nor the green
not the grass or verdant scene;
not the winds or blossom bright
not the showers or more daylight;
but hearing creation's new birth
shouted aloud in sky and earth.

Format inspired by a Tim Dudley-Smith hymn

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Ominous growls, whipping panic’s vane
Sirens sounding, wailing nature’s bane
Caustic clouds, whose lightning does ignite
Crackling thunder, dancing demons of night

Souls praying, huddled in halls of eternal wait
Windows rattling, children into hysterical states
Rooftops straining, revealing families of neglect
Tornadoes swallowing, past promises to reflect

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Red Snow

Black trails in moonlight
red in the day,
wounded in winter
and wasting away.

dragging your weight
against all odds in squalls
of violent snow storms
you challenge it all.

red snow betrays you 
to predators'  eyes
in secret they plan for 
your early demise.

The hawk and the eagle,
the wolf and the man,
all seek your death
but you must take a stand.

Life is a force and 
it will be preserved
this surely isn't the end
you deserved.

Ask the Great Spirit 
to take you in hand
to bless you and keep you
from creature and man.

May He lift you up 
in an aura of light,
to look down in wonder
at red snow tonight.

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Glitter Lake

Sunken to the bottom in the snap of blue delight
to simply bathe in glittering and crystal slushing ice
Silt and streaks of sunlight blowing through the gills of fish
sneak their skin upon my lips to usher in a kiss
Winter wilts and stutters as I shine my surface eyes
bubbles slipping upward toward the warmth of summer skies
Hold my breath to silver while I listen to the flow
Giltter lake alive my pulse until I start to glow

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The Mixed-Rhymer

Tyburn and Diamante, the smarty and the glow, are now here
and they’re ready, perfectly ready, to be read by you my dear!

The wintry weather have mantled their innocent forms all day, 
and by the window they’re leaning on my last hope, their hooray.

I watch li’l Haiku, flowing, with orange flame in the evening wind, 
whilst the mystical orb lingers at the blue mountain---the fairies’ inn.

Dinner-fume is not floating-up yet, perhaps not today, from your kitchen,
so I, the mixed-rhymer, will do them the reading with pizzas in our hands.

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A blooming flower from a concrete crack in the heart of a baron location
A silent hope is sparked within my third eye’s concentration
My thoughts and feelings unify in tandem at this indention
Inspiring me to aid the plight and pronounce this marvelous occasion
I notice you, I notice life, I appreciate this sweet sensation
Brought on by beauty against the odds, I’m filled with joy and elation
If you could whisper in my ear, what would be your dedication?
I long to know true beauty’s song a symbol of unrivaled negotiation
No interference must be allowed, no maiming of proud reputation
I wish to shelter all that’s good and true in reality’s hallucination
Reach for the sun; reach for the stars as I stare in meditation
Your presence here has made me smile, a peaceful, pretty vaccination
So here’s my ode to you dear friend, or call it humble confirmation
Of ever-present love and respect not wavered by intimidation
I admire your courage, your strength, your will to succeed in isolation
In this life so hard, you still stand out, the biggest, smallest inspiration

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Queen Anne's Lace

Queen Anne's Lace, brittled brown
donned in snow instead of a crown
off the side of the tar, where the deer still roam
bent toward the wind on their freeway home
From their bird's eye view the cars blur air
They bend in a bow with elegant flair
Although they be broken, no speck of green
They know their own legacy, royalty preen
And once in a while, their subjects take note
as I did on last Sunday while using their road
As a passenger in one of the whooshing cars
Fogging up windows, under their stars
I noticed their caps and their grace and their strength
I swallowed my voice and gave pause at length
They've brushed by my legs in summer, bright green
Jeweled earrings of bees, crowing lace between
Royal Queen Anne's, brittled brown
wears fitting white ice as a noble crown.

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Fragrant Beauty

Upon the far off hill, with the sun beating down
are just hundreds of flowers that grow from the ground.

Each one is distinctive in its very own way
And each has a fragrance that will make your head sway.

The loveliest of flowers, oh yes, to behold
Planted by the eternal gardener, or so I am told.

He planted the seeds with thoughts and with care
With the hopes that his people will see beauty there.

He knew all too well of the beauty He had made
The senses they all please and the comfort they gave.

He knew that in time we would return at an hour
Of need for love from His most fragrant of flowers.

He had blessed all the petals and stems with His touch.
He gave each one beauty and love, almost too much.

He made this a heaven on earth for all to then see
But t’is better to smell, of the fragrant beauty.

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Enveloped in a shroud of sapphire
Lay a listless child by a fire
Who sought an adventure and lost his way
Who had mourned the passing of the day
Gone had fled the light
His home now far from sight
For hours did he moan
For he was now all alone
But then glowed the embers of the sky
The child looked up and tears did dry
His fears and sorrows gave way to wonder
No longer cursed he at his careless blunder
The stars did then smile in glee
As then the boy did see
No further did he have to roam
For they paved the pathway to his home 

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And the Sun Spoke

The clouds fell down abruptly upon me this day
As the sun pushed them down, it had wanted to play

I looked to it, with a squint in my eyes
For it seemed so bright, there in the skies

It smiled and said, Michael, please write of me
I want the world to know just what I can be

I am more than just light, to brighten the day
I am inspiration, growth and a reason to play

I flourish the fields with multitudes of flowers
I give people reasons, in those fields, to spend hours

I am artwork, unpainted, but crafted from above
I am a gift from almighty, provided with love

So, Michael, can you please write of me now
Please let them all know, what I do and just how

Please choose your words wisely, so all to see clear
Just what I can do and just why I am here

I said, do not worry, they all know it true
For the words that I write, will be those poured from you

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An Ode to the White Dove

Never shall I spot a more precious dove
It’s pure feathers express innocent love.

Wings of unspoken exquisiteness flutter with speed
This divine creature will one day fall to human greed.

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when the stars first formed in an unlit sky,
i opened my eyes and wondered why.

when the weather turned and scooped me up,
i flew and swam and never looked back.

when the sun beat fast and lightning flashed,
i laughed at the madness as my dreams were smashed.

but when the first flowers opened and i saw the colour blue,
i cried with joy at the thought of you.

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Upon the very morning as the crocus turns its leaves
The predators, flying high above, do little to deceive
The scurrying awakening rodents and rabbits, too, at play
Just look to the very front of them with no fears upon this day
And at that very moment, the birds flew in attack
Driving all the critters, to hurry and get back
Swooping low, to nothing, the birds just flew away
They knew they’d have another chance, again, on the next day

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ON A SUMMER DAY-an American doublet

Amidst the field of seeding grass,carefree;
Lush clover scents the nectar seeking bee.

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Garden Romance

Gladiolas, peonies, lilacs and roses, too,
Are here in my garden, but where are you?

Tulips, daffodils, hyacinth, begonia, as well,
But, where are you, darling? I cannot tell.

Ah, but behind the arch where my roses display
I see your sweet smile, do you want to play?

Don’t step on my flowers as you tiptoe about.
You’re the true flower, I can’t live without.

Speak sweetly to me as you tease and you dance.
Thank you, my darling, for this garden romance

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Nature's light desk

Sweet, hard, heavy rain to feed the needy earth
Every green and living thing now drinks for all its worth

The Act to come, A Winter’s Tale, a time of bracing rest
And all the while, behind the scenes, the Maker works with zest

Each season sees a brand new set; the light show has to change
Those colours fall, and twist, and flow, spectacular in range

In wintertime aurora lights set polar skies aglow
In spring a palette of flowers bloom and grass begins to grow

In summer rainbows crown the land as showers cool the air
And autumn has the final show as trees begin to bare

The Engineer responsible is known by many names
Whatever name you care to give, this beauty still remains

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As I sit here
On this rock,
Writing about my life,
The environment has blessed be with a cold, crisp, windy day.
I listen to the trees, they are content, they are loved, they are not alone.

The grass moves with each gust, the elements working together
In perfect harmony and perfect peace.

My hair moves ever so softly with the everlasting breeze.
The air is whispering secrets to me,
Only I can hear them.
I won't tell, it would be my
Horror to reveal such things to those who do not understand.

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Hungry Hollow

Down in Hungry Hollow
there's a winding road to follow,
filled with trails of stings and nettles
lit by black eyed susan petals
Down this road you'll kick the dust
and breathe the roots of rotten rust
Shine the pebbles with your shoes
and learn to sing the "Hollow Blues"
Whistle through your two front teeth
the clouds, the sky, within your reach
Apples fall and butterflies drink
the nectar from their skin warm pink
They follow you down to say hello
and flutter before you as you go
The road narrows down into Swallow Gorge
where the fish jump your line as you reach the shore
and the water turns to green to hide it's tangled cars
sunk to occupy new life underneath the shooting stars
Proud red branches from Old Man Tree beckon out to you
to swing on their ropes in a high diving show which ends in a belly flop brew
All the world claps in the flapping of arms turning frozen cobalt blue
as you shout to the sky and barrel through a summersault or two
You tent in Hungry Hollow, you press to feel your pulse
as the air untainted by outward appearances has it's famed results
You leave with the clothes on your back
and the soles of your feet stained tar black
You swallow your tears, your heart sunken hollow
You've gorged nature dry, but you'll be hungry tomorrow...

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Spring Upon

Winter is now over as the once icy freezing breezes subside
People venturing from their homes, no longer eager to hide
The sun beats down with a warm, soft comforting embrace
While we rub our eyes, awakening, feeling heat upon the face

A radiance of permanence is emitted from the eastern sky
As morning greets us with a smile and wink of season’s eye
Smell of new risen growth wafts on spring’s warmer breeze 
As feelings of total happiness overcome me then with ease

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cycle of life

   Flotsam and jetsom
and blueberry jam
nobody knows in the world
who I am

  running through tears
on the way down your cheek
under the lilly pads
down by the creek

  gushing like clockwork
up to the light
in fountains predictable
each day and night

  cycle of life
from the clouds to the sea
I'm here when you need me
come drink deep 
and see.

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Found On My Shore

You washed up as a smooth white bone
of concave breadth and marble hone
You washed up when the tide was high
Held to my cheek to feel the sky
You dragged in with the silver tide
a secret to the waves confide
You lost me then inside your spell
I felt to faint, a bit unwell
You salted skin upon the beach
when you were there, within my reach
You played the waves to sweetly slip
in equilibrium to tip
You waited there to hear my name,
to soak the sand in pouring rain
You slept awhile until my hands
brushed off debris of golden sands
You washed up like a Grecian stone
when I was walking there alone
but now I'll throw you past the shore
You're not the treasure I'm searching for...

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Look For God, In The Little Things

Twas in the tiniest drop of rain, That rested on my window pane, Twas in a flower, a blade of grass, That once again I saw His class. Twas in the tree with leaves so green, His beauty, once again, was seen. In the sky of blue and water's clear, I'm made to know each day,He's near. In dew kissed petals of a single rose, I'm reminded once again, He knows. The stars, moon, and sun so bright, He gave to me for heat and light. The winter's ice though cold it felt, The mid day sun that caused its melt. In snowflakes floating to the ground, Though millions came, I heard no sound. His presence once again was found, while listening to the Crickets sound. Then simple firefly with tail aglow, Within my mind makes me to know. this beauty I see throughout the land, Was not so placed by feeble hand. While looking about at small and large, I'm reminded daily that God's in charge.

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Love and the River

  Darkling romance with the river I love
swim in a trance
with the stars in my glove
reflecting the visions of your 
gentle shores
when you wash me away
you know I love you more
More in the mirror
that shows me your name
wet on my mouth
meant to drive me insane
trembling moment
before life began
more than a woman
more than a man
more than the price I would
pay for my eyes
kiss me with moonbeams
a current of sighs.

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Autumn Ambrosia

Oak and maple trees turn to wines
As summer's final sumac twines
To autumn's cool amaretto scent
Among the season's soft lament.

The lattices of amber rose
Turn skeletal with fall's repose.

The final phase of new moon's chill
Brushes autumn upon the hill,
While fall's ambrosia soothes our fears
Of winter's cool crystal chandeliers.

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The Four Winds

COLD, blows the North wind
Chilling us to the bones

WARM, blows the South wind
Up from the temperate zones

GENTLE, blows the East wind
Stirring leaves with a sigh

STRONG, blows the West wind
Scattering clouds across the sky

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Sunshine and Happiness

The days are getting longer as the sun is holding bright
It gives up, not so easily, as it tries to hold back night

The mighty yellow orb is working overtime these days
As winter turns to spring then into summer’s fiery rays

Alive then all the flowers, all the trees, the happy young
As, now, there is a freedom when we’re out there in the sun 

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Whom I Did Not Love?

Greetings to you, O, lovely sky
Show me my precious butterfly

Here I am before your majesty
Let us live tomorrow in purity

Like we were together yesterday
Watching the sun faded into gray

Time quickly passes
Age, suddenly, increases

Yet still, I am all alone
Sitting on your marble throne

Can’t you see me from above?
As I pronounce to you my love

In my own song of soft falsetto  
Oh, remain to me, not in incognito

So, tell me Athena, my love
Whom I did not love?

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snow and the blanketing midnight surrounds,

muffles the madness,

and snuffs out the sounds,

rising in billows 

from wandering souls,

fluff up your pillows

and stare through the holes,

letting in moonlight,

like eyes of an owl,

asking Who

loves you,

beyond deaths'

dark cowl.

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Twilight Eclipse

Something not to miss
a twilight eclipse
when moon is pale
and all things wail

When moon is full 
and the waves feel its pull
when all things beneath the sea of red
are either sleeping or happily dead

When moon is high
with spirits nigh
the bloodred sky chills
to cast a soft glimmer across these hills

When moon is bright
hanging high in night
all stars creep back
to hide behind the silver in shamed black

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Shells of Winter

She feels to be broken, cast out and unkempt
to be left unwoken cocoon-like and bent
The egg shell of winter in powdered dust air
like fingers, like tendrils of wilt in her hair
Honesty in the room, blue and stiff beaten
like egg whites of snow crystallizing horizons
Just bury her too early sundown confessions
for she's lost in the shells of her pastime possessions

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Pastel Ravens (Ghazal)

Pastel Ravens (Ghazal)
by Sunny

Crystal rivers raging storm, whisper pastel ravens
Sing unto hearts of highlights form, pastel ravens

Shadow light spirits floating on high.
Simple elegant passion, precious norm, pastel ravens

Calling lost lovers, echos of distant thunder.
Desired lonesome sounds, precious born, pastel ravens.

Bestow thine precious gift, earthy pearl divine.
Granted love, sounds, precious forlorn, pastel ravens.

Melody sonnets cast across the sky of rain.
Peaceful birds, raise high, precious horns, pastel ravens.


Of Persian origin, poem comprising of couplets with a rhyme and a refrain.

1st Couplet:
_______________________rhyme A + refrain
_______________________rhyme A + refrain

2nd and successive couplets:
_______________________rhyme A + refrain 

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Snow banked high against the gate
Walking to school,never late

Milk left solid on the cill
Ears well muffled,against the chill

Rationed coal,eked ,bit by bit
Fire grates, so rarely lit.

Nights of cold,run into weeks
'Til grass through iron soil,peeked.

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Temperatures fall as daylight hours fly
Upon the lawn yellow leaves putrefy.

American doublet form

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In Return

Oh, depths of oceans, eternal skies
Appearing now, before my eyes

I wish to thank you for your gifts
Without your beauty, I shan’t live

Oh, moonlit sky, eternal glow
With a romantic luminary show

Stills my heart to a slowing beat
Provides me warmth, increasing heat

Oh, nature as you’re gazed upon
I hear my heart sing out its song

A world of thanks it gives to thee
For all the beauty that it sees

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Celebrating Rainbows

After a healthy downpour of rain, 
Side by side, always the same
Today or tomorrow, a simple bow
The signal of hope, sunshine must follow 
A destined bond, family tied
Silhouette of unity, predesigned
A joyous echo, long established norm
Classical collision, ensured, conformed

If each color grew tired of the next 
Would independence leave us perplexed
Lava lamp like, these morphing beams
The stuff that’s only seen in dreams
Nature’s fireworks, marvel at the sights
Curse the sun’s interference despite
the churning clouds that bring the scent 
of awaited drops that must descent 

Which would you then celebrate  more
Winter, long nights and stars galore
and rainy days, bountiful displays
or summer beaches and butterfly ways
The future may one day demonstrate 
Impacts of change from the current state
For now, uplifting, shoulder to shoulder
Beauty, simplified, in the eye of the beholder 

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Moon shadows,now long gone
Birds sing a territorial song

Cobwebs glisten in the light
Canada geese,talk in flight

Misty dew,lips a rose
Sleepy moths,start to doze

Butterflies awake to the sun
Breakfest alfresco,just begun

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The words paint a picture of peace and content
The winds shudder of past days descent
I follow the butterfly to see its route
Only to be distracted by a cascade so proud
I marvel at nature in its purest form
Birds chirping noisily looking for worms
Way up yonder my eye catches a glimpse
Of an eagle so majestic look how how it prims
My heart opens to receive natures gifts
Splendinly alluring lifting my spirits

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Dragonfly's Rest

A paradise is what enters my mind
When I reflect upon my dear estate

A soft bed and breakfast it imitates
Warm, cozy, and filled with precious antiques

Named for the turquoise dragonflies we love
But they are not the only residents

There are chipmunks that live in the woodpile
Douglas squirrels bark for their daily snack

The wise old Bared owls ever on the watch
The black tailed deer graze quietly at dawn

Bald eagles ever soaring overhead
Bigfoot occasionally visiting 

Your lush green lawns and colorful flowers
Towering furs wall your perimeter

A warm fireplace in the winter for heat
A cool pergola in the summer months

Listening to birds and the wind through the trees
The wind chimes and the lone coyote howl

Barbecue slow cooking country styled ribs
Sipping a cool martini and dreaming

God has blessed me and my dear lovely wife
With a cottage and a wonderful life

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DarkSoDarktheDarkness Lies

Crackling embers break the silence
dark,so dark the darkness lies
at the edges of the forest
Do you see the secret eyes?

deep so deep the running river 
at the edges of my hands
dangling fingers in the circles
of the patterns of my plans

something says I see you sleeping
something says I'm right behind
something silver in the moonlight
something slips inside my mind

all around the circle broken
by the breathing
by the breath
by the certainty unspoken
by the brilliant smell
of death.

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I Took a Walk with You

I took a walk with you this morning, for you invited me.
I am glad I had accepted, for it gave tranquility.

The peacefulness upon the path, that we both chose to take,
was ever so amazing and one not to forsake.

We heard the chirping of the birds; saw the rising of the sun.
We welcomed morning upon the earth and peace for everyone.

With hopes and joy and carefree thoughts, we ventured on our way
and were thankful for, the two of us, His gift, this very day.

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Lover's Moon

The liquid moon drips romance from its being in the sky
As orbital light is emitted and guides us as we fly
Together, while facing, it seems to shine for two
The lunar lovers of eternity, stars in heaven, me and you

The beams of light, so guiding, are eternal as we go
A light of love so blinding, eclipsing the sun’s glow
The passion that arises from the two stars, you and I
Exists as light itself, eternal in the sky

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Red Panda

I’m not like my cousins, I’m gentle you see.
I do all my living and eating from a tree.

I’m cute and I’m soft, but never should you touch.
A stuffed version of me would be loved very much.

A rare breed I am, I am special, they say.
So stop tearing down trees or I’ll go away!

I’m here for you now to gaze in wonder upon.
Know, I might go, due to things man has done.

So enjoy me for now and take pictures of me
As I eat this bamboo while sitting in this tree.

for my daughter Megan

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Lazy days meld into one,
summer siestas just begun;

Busy bees morn 'til late,
honeycombs proliferate.

Speckled starlings sing with delight 
on July swarms in nuptial flight.

Swallows circle in storm clouds low,
a foraging airshow ,to and fro.

Cricket willow on fields green,
traditional pastimes in England seen.

Gardens parasol bedecked,
where picknicing wasps wander unchecked.

Basil spreading six feet tall
 by freshwater trickling small.

Tidelines explored on a rockpool beach,
driftwood ,stranded,bleached.

Hammock sleeping 'neath a halo'ed sun, 
a signal of September rain to come.

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This year's Chores

The grass soon needs mowing, as lime’s placed with care
The bushes, I’ll be trimming, they’ve grown just like hair

The flowers have also grown, they have or are ready to bloom
The trees need pruning as branches now block out the moon

The weeds, well they’re weeds, which I already must tend
The fence rotted through, now that’s something I must mend

The shed door flew off during the brutal winds of winter past
The barbecue had blown over, I was grateful it had no gas

Yeah, the spring it is wonderful for it’s new growth, it’s new life
But, the work that it brings me, brings me nothing but strife

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Wind..dances in the trees
Egos,doing as they please

Wind..brings clouds of rain
Tomorrows,oftimes filled with pain

Wind..sounds deep in the night
Sorry,may not make it right

Wind..elements moving unseen
Attraction,love's go-between