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Words - The Heart of Imagination


This seasoned evening sported a full faced  Orange Kool-Aid moon. Fully aware it was a marvel it shot me an arrogant wink. Not once but twice. I think i heard it laugh. It certainly flashed me an impish smile. Not much different than my own. No camera could ever capture a moment this precious. This needed, words- the heart of my imagination. I stepped inside. Pen in hand, iPad at my right side, laptop in front of me, desktop computer behind me, electric typewriter on my left side I was ready. I only hoped I would be able to express in words what  I had experienced. I penned this. This seasoned evening sported a full faced  Orange Kool Aid moon. Fully aware it was a marvel it shot me an arrogant wink. Not once but twice. I think i heard it laugh. It certainly flashed me an impish smile. Not much different than my own. 09~11~2014 Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A Contest Name: Best Poem of 2014


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Alabaster Night

There is stillness in this chilly night
How peaceful is a planet that glimmers white
Where frost and moonlight weave a silver glaze
And sillhouetted trees are black as ink 
Where the only sign of life are whiffs of breath

Let me stand and drink upon the sky, 
Then rest my eyes upon the glory of the world 
Upon these strange and unfamiliar hills
I sense a night's aurora soothe my soul
 
Winter has buried our world in alabaster white
Familiar landmarks wear a cloak of new disguise
Yet still the same are scattered thorny lights
Splattered wildly in the blackness of a sky
Winter has polished up the stars against the dark
Brilliant, new, until their points are thistle sharp

How peaceful is a planet so glimmering white
To stand in voiceless wonder and gaze
Do not speak, the crystal world would shatter
Too fragile to bear the weight of words


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The Rose Bowl

The sky is one gigantic bowl of pink turned upside down, spilling soft rosy petals that peeked out from beneath snow white billowed clouds till - fully blossomed - they burst out. Growing radiant at the edge of twilight, they’ve scattered as rubescent streaks falling, lush and luminescent, as we watch in solitude. No parade this evening - just you and I aglow, wishing for an eternity to be like this: so splendidly in love. . . in the pink. For the Free for All of Charlotte Puddifoot


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Dragonflies Dancing

Sunlight sparkles on the shimmering pond
Its mirror like surface smooth as silk
Dragonflies dance across the water 
Performing aerial acrobatics like a circus in the air
Water dipping on a fairground ferris wheel 
Then plunging dramatically like a helicopter in freefall
Rising and falling skimming the water so gracefully
Transparent gossamar wings flapping in flight
Shimmering like a sapphire in the early morning sun
Dazzling me with your infinite beauty
Some summer days I wish I had wings
Seeing dragonflies’ dancing makes my heart sing

15th May 2014

Awarded 1st place in contest run by Judy Konos


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Portrait of Nature

Each element of who she is, is scattered on the grass, 
with the scent of earth, the drop of rain, 
and, where dew reflects a sky of blue.
Her senses are illuminated, to harmonize within,
the howling wolf, a roaring bear, the song of evening wind

She walks within a dreamlike world,  which cannot be defined.
This puzzle we have come to know, has no border, nor an end.
When life begins, a tiny seed, is strewn, tossed from the vine,
and picks up speed, on feathered wing and touches the divine.

She is daughter of the autumn, and mother of the spring.
Her euphonious legend, an extraordinary thing.
It passes through the blossomed branch, of all the sprouted trees.
She is young at heart, and old with drought,
she is strong, and bold, without a doubt, is stalwart through the night.
Standing proud against the darkness, and the sins of those mar,
her spirit is unbroken, by the scars of bitter blight.

She honors creatures with respect, where unison is found,
with all things wild,  whether large or small, ...for every life is gold.
Her songs are as a journey, and frolic in the breeze.
There is prowess, and a valor in her lavished synchronies.
Her flute will share her story, in the sound of lonely larks,
of loss, rebirth, of drifting sands, and sweet hours after dark

For yesterday creates today, with a promise for tomorrow.
When songs are played, it can bring us hope, in the laughter of the birds.
Each whisper of a clearer sky, will gently cleanse the smoke,
and buffalo will graze again, the tall green grass will wave again.
The golden sun will rise again, to warm her every word




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10/22/14  Inspired by Contest sponsored By Debbie Guzzi


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Who Is Cutting Down The Trees In The Rain Forests

the lullaby of butterflies hums in the early morning air. a rounded light of gold above the purple clouds spots a blue filtered peak. trees unite as one in the constant drizzle of rain. flowers wild, spill in colors hurried to fill barren ground. mammals of every kind lay unseen, asleep and covered in blankets green. and I wonder, I wonder who, who would nullify?, this bouquet... of sweetly scented awes! 22~12~2014 With Love Maurice Yvonne


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TO THE FLOWER

TO THE FLOWER Your scent beckoned my weeping heart to painless flight; amidst a garden where God dusts His pretty love. Spring tints are pure and fragrant, free of guise. Your hues painted another sunrise for my eyes; when once I failed to catch the pledge of morn. A seed of hope was born to white petals blush. Though there are silhouettes of bitter yesterdays must all the phantoms of illusions fade and leave...? Your floating aroma stirred and shot my nerves; inspiring a nightingale to sing some joyous laments; It swayed with grace to dance on wind's despotic beat. among the rustling leaves which hug the earth below; So like the sun, which from distant horizon smiles; it roused the sleepy world to begin the pen of baby prose. The unfolding mystery of your petals brought my bewildered mind to peacock's reflection. Alas! All was transient. These eyes probe beneath but were blinded by the intrusion of some stray shine; Ambitions which from afar are building sprout; t'is that which let this self to irksome doubt. Lovely blossom of the wild, this sojourner nigh to tame your perfume's sweet stinging scent. A restless soul by some wicked, destiny pokes; someone called--- but pity, I couldn't tell a note. If by magic, a butterfly I could become; Let it be over my being slowly span. Then with you (though the specters in our midst are fierce), I could jet fly though miseries without fear. But am just a mortal of faith that blows this wish for only covenants call for my journey still? I cannot be forever the one who would share your sweetness; (Harken, fairies of blooms, this wilderness is not my lair.) I shall not want to witness you wilt as no time left to stay. Never again will you see me at day-break's bloom, save something special for others to experience you. This fleeting apparition I so adored; promised me burgeoning petals. "Be not afraid as seasons change, beyond today, I won't be here to see that no harm be done with all intentions to your sacred charm. As today, I leave you to Mother's Nature tender care, for I must go to some greater musing-- heaven's ground. Wilt not, as soon the rain will dash, refreshing you my dear. If I return someday-- will your sublime scent still be here?" Inspired by Susan Seddon Boulet's painting: -----http://media-cache-cd0.pinimg.com/236x/1d/c4/37/1dc437f88c0cfb2fbcc9333bd35bb8c3.jpg © Olive Eloisa Guillermo October 20, 2014 10:19 pm Contest Name Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun Sponsor Debbie Guzzi 2nd place


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Autumn Colours

i am surrounded by a blaze of  flaming colors in God's garden.
autumn happily creating with her palette in hand the September scape.

a thousand shades of reds, yellows, browns, earth tones spread,
blended perfectly by the artist's loving hand, a sensual delight.
a masterpiece, sketched against a bark colored scrim of nature's flesh.

with my eyes opened wide and my body clothed in autumns light 
quenched but still wanting, unwillingly i stagger away, drunk from exposure.







Maurice Yvonne
September 2 2014


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Winter's End

Winter’s fury has long died; fading, weary, she comes to pass. Sunlight spills across open yards, blotted white - then, one last chilled breath escapes with might before succumbing to southern breeze. The seasons transform with ease. Subdued colors slowly brighten - in budding delight, rising, swaying, searching sky, they sleep no more. Pale cheeks, soft to touch, cheerfully blush. Love blooms in wake of warmth and bubbling sounds of children’s laughter. Under a hearty sun, bare feet and legs long to lilt as passion follows deepening breath out to taste the open air, waiting for night to kiss in the flush of descending moonlight – as shooting stars sleep no more. A blazing fireplace cools, no longer needed to kindle romance. Feeling alive, I soften to the touch of spring dew, the joyous music - rustling leaves, songbird’s melody, fresh falling rain; nature’s dance, taking her time to seed waking soil until she voraciously catches fire seeking summer like a lost love – a restless gypsy on a journey- she sleeps no more. Spring dresses earth in liveliest colors… and I smile, Overwhelmed with the beauty touching my soul and sun showers falling on sweetened dreams.


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Snow Storm

Back in the woods, lies our cabin retreat Surrounded by steep hills, streams and hot springs I hear the hoot of the owl perched high in the spruce The howl of the wolf, calling out to her mate Nature is signaling, the moon can't be viewed Thick clouds are blowing, we'll soon be subdued Squirrels are seen scurrying, gathering nuts A feeling of hurry, a snow storm this night Peer out the window, a magical sight Nature is shining, draped in pure white The fire is roaring, I'm holding you tight The roads are all closed, we're stuck here tonight A kiss on your cheek, a sip of red wine No finer feeling, than you and me here Put down my wine, gaze deep in your soft eyes You're my spirit, my wisdom, my strength, my skies My beauty, my vision, my meaning, my heart Hold me tighter sweet one, let's never depart


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Organic Ecstacy


It had been a day full of miraculous detail.

Freezing rain played the ground like a kettle drum.

Trees snapped and flowers curtsied 
before engaging in a pas de deux 
with blades of grass on the stage 
of this summer eve.

Our erupting blazing star...

Sported a set of yellow barn doors sorely in need of a paint job;

Closed shut with a heavy metal rusty lock seeping a golden shade;

Upstaging the blue sky and creating its own distinct wash
to signal the break of day. 

A curvy curved river flowed naturally through 
the mountains into a water colored sunset.

The moon waited patiently offstage with bedroom eyes 
anxious to make her entrance.

And I,

Well - I just stood motionless,

Hoping to absorb it all;

Hoping to never take this planet for granted;

A non opiate 

I like to call

Organic Ecstasy. 

And not a sign of men’s hands anywhere in sight.


14~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne


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The Flower -part one-

“A Flowers Wilt”	

Witness the small existence 
that abides the beauty of-----------
Freelancers all around,
Just to get a good look.

A baneful abrasion, the flower took
It captivates you -------------
Reels you, steals from you, 
WAITING, 
Until you pick the right flawless touch.

Dandelions swaying thin,
Here we fall like petals.
Ready to exploit, the beauty of-------
Inhale the fragrance,

Courtyard azure eyes, 
Embarking in a wishful eternity,
A crush they become, when loveliness up and left. 
A bully against arrogant, threw feminine perfumed veils
Tulips waiting for the better auspicious’ sky
Asters claims the eclipse's,
-dinginess censors it from the brilliance of the sun.
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A lonely rose
In My Helix World-
The out-and-out are born.
Cries in the dimness, 
A sweet Lotus echo’ 
Slight yelps of agony, carried off by pollen breeze.
The earth revolves to fast,
Injections of herbal essence in the wind
For a split second, we feel pixie dust
Channel the essential, it fades
Earlier beauty, calmness-
A flourish smile,
Rusk of flower, a bluebird’s bread.

Like candles and dew, they stream and limber energy
Opposing others of its humanity, 
Against the command of its importance,
Pierced by its own elegance,
Thriving slowly of its own will, 
A short story, gone stray!
Tonight, we plant a tree, 

The Flower wilts
The gardener cries


By;PD


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The Wind

~~The Wind~~
            
           ---
Look into my eyes
Follow me into a world of ecstasy
There and only there
Will you find the peace to unwind
           ---

Beautiful brown eyes not blue
Shady lids, stunning  ocean view
Embracing every word 

Hear the wind whispers your name
Come with me
Drown with me
Into the abyss of loving rain
Embrace this moment as I draw you in with words
Release you with the warmth -------I was there

I Share--I take
I LOVE--I HATE
Into my arms
I am the charm
Around your neck
Around your wrist
Listen to the voice from my beating heart
It yearns
The freedom of touch
The freedom of speech. 
Of love, 
Of purity
Like the wind
I'll find my way
Into your heart
Arouse the cheerful energy
Of your insecurity and pen
Follow me into the sea
There we will fall into the deep
Build sand castles 
Around dreams of reality
Slip into my aura light 
Set to the rhythm of the oceanic night

Now, listen to the breeze
It's called out your name
It's only a matter of time----------------
You'll find yourself calling out...... mine

by; PD
Dedicated to all my loving friends & fans :-)


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When Cities Yell


what grows from these petri dishes? when will these hives with their metal monsters their deceiving smiles their artistic like visages stop breeding, stop growing, like a virus? what of the fertile land they cover, the resources they consume? what of their ravenous appetite? and barely a forest untouched. 17~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne


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A Night At The Desolate Harbor

The ship in the habor on silvery seas Lay vacant outspread 'neath the glassy moon Drifting in cold whispers of the night Like a drunk man shriveled on clasping knees In the loud echoes of the crawling winds The brave ship nods its old head Restless on the empty stage of the bay When lonely stars bleed their light On what was once earthly sublimity Now silence and haunt lingers there A graveyard of bones and sadness Beside the desolate harbor Rustling in the cold distance Laboring with a haunting melody That invades me in shivers of night. Sadness defeats The happy spaces of my mind Then your sweet kiss would descend Oh... your sweet kiss would descend As a fragrant memory Thawing the pain In the frost of my heart. My soul beckons your presence But silence became my loyal friend And Emptiness - The sorrowing of my hours That slithers through the night As the brave ship nods its old head Crackling and desolate In silvered breaking waters 'Neath moon's limpid eyes My hands descend With crimson buds of April's flowers To rest upon your tomb Of eternal silence.
''Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.''


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In the Reflection of the Shadows

One brilliant tranquil day, around a turquoise lake, Autumn had come in and brightly painted so prettily the branches of the trees. Overhead the gulls serenely soared. Below them, water shimmered - softly rippled. . . I thought how this was how the world should ever be - beautiful and radiant, sorrow-free. All of a sudden came a shift. A strong wind swept the scene; all was transformed. Fall’s vibrant colors shimmied, till released, they spread asunder. Small ripples changed to waves, which angrily were lashing at the shore. The seagull’s laughing cries had disappeared. And streaming rays of sunlight had become absorbed by darkness . . . a dreariness and dreadfulness and cold. In the reflection of the shadows, I found my flimsy jacket, flung it on, and clasped it close to me - then even closer. Wishing that all mankind could find illumination, I forlornly contemplated that this was how the whole world would come to be, and sooner than we know. . . would so remain. Aug. 9, 2014, For the Dark Poetry Contest of Charlotte Puddifoot


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Cloud - Recited

http://youtu.be/X5lfjFatgZU

Floating in the sky...
Changing patterns fill my eye...
What will you become?

Vagabond and wanderer...
Riding wind so high,
No matter where it blows.
You thumb your way to places
I have been and some I'll never know.

Chameleon...
Changing shape and color,
Hiding your identity,
Until you speak with beauty and power.
First, a turtle, moving slowly.
Crawling and paddling in peaceful grace.
Next, a shark swimming swiftly
Consuming those around you.
Finally a dinosaur...
Your neck and tail extended
So I will know your name...
Forgetting you're a cloud.

Vagabond and wanderer...
Just vapor in the air, traveling everywhere.
Marshmallow treat
So soft and sweet...
Then dirty and dark...you loudly speak.
Rain, thunder and lightening are your friends.
It's pleasant when your anger ends,
And rainbows arch to show me where you've been.

At night, your shadow hides the stars
And makes us wander where they are.
You choose to show selected few
The moon and stars...romantic you.

Sunrise...you meet the sun with colors of the day.
A canvas. A pleasant palette 
Where light can play.
Sunset...you form a beautiful pillow
To gently catch the sun.
So rays may rest til morrow come.

Vagabond and wanderer...
Tomorrow let me see your face,
Another chance ...
To watch you dance...
Until you catch a ride...
Shift shape...
And hide.


Ray Dillard
2-14-13


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Rhapsody in Red

When morning breaks in shades of wine...
  with claret skies to blush the dawn...
     I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night
           for this polished, dappled day
 
I will wait until the sun is high, and dew upon the rose is dry
I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam...
then, make escape, ..........for the quest begins,
                                                              to seek my small reward

It happens slowly...
          gathering reason from an untamed mind
            up into the meadow where the brambles climb
              twisted and tangled, through the burgandy vines
               deftly my fingers, while probing the maze
                will reach for wild berries.....warm from the day
thumping their goodness, one after one
into the bucket, dented and worn
A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb
      till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun
           
Finger painting my faded old jeans
  Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink
    Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs
         Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee?

I am a bee, buzzing serenity...
     plucking small bits of reason and sanity
           taking home goodness in a battered tin pail
              feeling alive, on this wild-flowered hill
             

Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler, 
  oozing with goodness of juicy red gems
    staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet
      dripping like blood drops onto my chin
          
Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine, 
    as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine

       Picking red berries, and freeing my mind
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           under clouds tinged vermilion
               and a red crimson sun
                  




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For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours"
 5/4/13


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Dancing Bird - with video link

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wtpPcmLKRFU   Dancing Bird


Yesterday, I saw a shadow dart across my keyboard.
When I turned to look outside the window, 
I spied upon a sparrow playing in the sun.
He was dancing in dramatic fashion 
Across the shrubbery that was his home.
I could tell it was a male by his markings.
He was busy with his boasting, and proud.
No longer a fledge, he fluffed his feathers
To parade his prowess to all that might adore him. 
Then, he pivoted into a pirouette, and pranced
Most skillfully across the length of a branch
And launched himself into flight.  

Today, the sounds of birds cackling and chirping
Inside the shrubbery drew me to the window.
I could see three sparrows engaging in some fun and frolic.  
Perhaps it was some flirtatious mating ceremony. 
While most sparrows do look alike,
I’m sure that one of them was the dancing bird
I’d seen the day before.  I watched briefly and smiled,
Remembering my own courtship and rivals
Who would fancy my choice as their own.
I returned to the monitor and before I could begin 
My work, there was a loud thud upon the glass.
I gazed outside and there upon the ground was a small hawk
Clutching the dancer in his talons. 

Tomorrow, this bird will not dance.
He will not sing or court another.
And as sparrows are many,
I will no doubt find another to enjoy from this vantage.
I chide myself for failing to warn him of the danger.
I was too busy with my own enjoyment to notice.
Now, I close my eyes and reconstruct those moments
As I attempt to resurrect the dancing bird,
And preserve him....forever.


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A Practiced Sorrow

You’re dressed in gray, and
tattered like the clouds
that hover above you.

Frozen
with the look of a person
who knows of his own
approaching death.

Like the willow that cradles 
dawn's mist of unwept tears—
a practiced sorrow,
earned from decades of watching 
the slow meandering river,
as it draws closer, 
and the banks weather and fall.


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AUTUMN ON FIRE

God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the fall season, bursting forth onto
The leaves once evergreen.
Colors of crisp snapping, auburn reds, fires aglow oranges, and
Subdued darken browns to contrast the mixtures blending, created
By the masterful hands of a higher powers creativity.
Tender timbers mutated into a glorious display of light and color,
Splashing the palette array of natural beauty.
Blessed in magnificence the lord hushes and stills, the mortal heart,
As inspiration captures the poets ink pen to write,
Upon the empty parchment page.
Strolling lovers huddle together, beneath a wondrous tapestry,
A canopy of leaf petals, that descend as it is caressed
By a chilling fall breeze.
Whispering softly in each others ears tender words
Sweet nothings, youth in utter splendor wrapped
Embraced in loves devotional shawl of emotions.
Behold vows promises of perfection uniting
These spirits of fall, united against the winter
Winds forever more.
Cold and slain lay the roses of summer, yet within
The wild heart of innocence, the flame of desire
Shall not flicker out, nay it lives strong in the young,
A blossom of delicate distention is true loves flower.
Oh in timeless remembrance as years will pass,
And only one shadow remains between these two
Souls united joined in life as one. 
Shall beyond another single silhouette awaits,
Tracing these burnt ambers of autumn from long ago,
 In cascading showers of melted colors of memory.
In angels tears a gentle rain does fall, yet a smile
Crosses the face of this eternal love, a blessings
Promise in one word spoken, always.
God’s inspirational napalm set ablaze upon the trees of autumn,
Welcome to the ascension of the season, bursting forth onto
The leaves of the evergreen.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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MY SEX


I’m made of ten thousand layers, curvaceous but stretched thin,
How should I begin to reveal the shape of this maiden-lover-hag
and the landscape that few men view, behind the louvered door?

Archetypes coexist comfortably below and upon my shared skin,
First, the shrew makes minced meat of all your carnivorous ways,
Then, I become the shy virgin again until Venus takes the floor.

Morning, while I tend my child between wringing out wet dishrags,
I release the Mother Goddess, nurse and maid, maker of wee sighs,
Bending down to wipe a tear, kiss a brow, proudly raise a nation.

A chatelaine rattling keys, I walk the wide halls of imagination,
Strong and free, yet accepting of my femininity, moved to cry
by the joys and miseries of family life, twin dimensions of wife.

My hips have turned soft men to stone then have rocked them 
home with urgency; the same hips that sheltered one yet born
now happily support a burdensome basket each laundry day.

Betwixt the ribs, there is still a girl, weaving daisies evermore,
Remembering ribbons tugged from her hair, a tomboy daughter,
Climbing trees, bloodied knees, leaving trails laced with laughter.

Slips out the hoyden, lacking grace and gentleness, too crass,
and the very clouds try to escape the look upon my crone’s face,
Flip and sassy, standing up for the weak, voicing world wrongs.

Daily, the lady, the broad, the nag and miss rewrite their songs,
They play their parts so aptly, leaving me and them quite satisfied,
A lifetime is horribly short, my sex gives all her love and worth,
And men quickly learn that no woman on this lovely earth 
can simply be classified.


*Inspired by Alanis Morisette's "I'm a B_tch"
**For David's contest, I hope
***Began the write May 26, 2012, finished the write May 29, 2012


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Stepping lightly

Beneath the passage of the sun I surrender thoughts to a mindless haze and turn my eyes around to gaze upon the wave of rolling hills, where tender grass is ever growing-- Where cattle graze, with sounds of lowing among the fragrant flowers, wild I will smile and play, just like a child.. and will try my best, with careful step to crush not life, not even one... For in the blades of tender grass that turns to gold upon the fall are villages, in burrows small Their lives must count, both great and small, where smallest ants cast long dark shadows, and workers strive to build a shelter Each precious life, that forges hallows are made by God, forever hallowed I will smile and play, just like a child.. and will try my best, with careful step to crush no life, not even one...


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Flowers Emerge

            Flowers Emerge

Impose your will on the pretty flowers as you may
Trans-formative wonderment of nature 
Entrenched, defiled, they pop up any way in clusters
Vivacious are the colors above the solid stem
Cut cold to death, decay and pain, to follow winters grip    
Excellence defined in the ability to survive
Dangerous are the forces that persist to derogate them    
Yet they prevail against all odds
Death comes but they regenerate
Grass is their shield.  Dirt is their pillow there
Negative winds carry with them ice
Reds and yellows grow on below the sun
Visceral, strangled roots, fragile faces, petal soft, grow cold
Ingenious species, green with envy on the leaf, rise again
A Cacophony of nature’s birds and bees disturbs the peace  
Flowers come in abundance, remain, friendly on the green
Distinguished in divine fashion, exquisite, generous to the last 
Elevated smiles on pollen grains contain the seed of life
Flowers emerge, aware of life
 

11/22/14 Poetry Contest - "Encounters With Flowers"


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Music of the Plains

Left tall and dry, lies the pillared maize forsaken.
Barren fields of corn, stand row by row.
When yellow ears have long been gathered, 
a dusty crop has paid it's garnered due.
The dry stalks bend and dangle stiff remains,
and autumn winds return to whip batons and play.
The quiet fields tune harps and violins,
making harmony from husks, with swaying stalk refrains.


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The Surface of Things

Raindrops don’t know themselves,
only becoming aware
when freed of their teardrop forms;
becoming the surface of things,
surrendering,
tracing the rounded stone,
the languid curve of a blade of grass.

Raindrops caressing the skin,
washing upon our teary faces,
disguising our sadness with their own.

Their rounded bellies reflecting
upside-down worlds,
raindrops, a millionfold,
mirroring each other,
as we are mirrored
in each other’s eyes.

This unified sacrifice,
dangling on precipice of cloud,
as each breaks, as hearts break.


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If I Were A Butterfly

If I were a butterfly... Your yard might be the place to fly. I'd flap my wings and fly all day. From tree to tree...I'd bounce my way. I'd ride hot puffs of air Like a roller coaster at the fair... Like a schooner on the ocean's waves... I'd soar and swim the sky all day. And when your children came to play... I'd dance about their noses. They'd laugh and chase And then I'd hide...safely in the roses. I'd perch among the sharpest thorns, My wings...the roses to adorn... Tomorrow I might float and soar... Visit neighbors yards next door. And when my flying day is done... And I am finished having fun... I'll float and flutter back through space... Your garden ...still my favorite place.


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Poet's Heart of Gold

Giving Thanks 

In advance, I wish to heal the mind, body, and soul
Thanking all God's creatures
Coating all my expressions from-
-Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Conceal every worry, 
Focus on the goodness that fills my spirit with thankfulness
And, well, honored comments. 

This is a rich tribute to:
All Poetry Soup Poets, with grateful and appreciating hearts
Enjoy the time, you give each and every Poets

:)


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- Moonlight Dream -



    Open the gate and step into the night's adventure
    A golden full moon hovering in world of his own
    The moonlight is magical
    Night darkness under the moon dew glistens
    Where the diamonds - the emeralds and
    the jewels shine among all the golden
    Golden light envelops water pearl luster
    in a bed of cotton
    As the waves swell
    in the ocean
    Carefully the wind plays
    over the harp
    Interaction with the moonlight
    and the dream that is my own





  30.03.2014
  A-L Andresen :)




  
 Contest Name	Poems about the moonlight 
 Sponsor	SKAT A
 Deadline	4/25/2014


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- Once upon a time -


Out of love foretold
in thousands
secret raptures from the old
Illusions coves for their powerful voices
A place where our ancestors once walked

Where trees listening
and disperse seeds of hope
Creation marvelous portrait
About the harmony - it is said
that it can develop strong band

It is a reality that can
compare with the wildest imagination
Ancient villages built of marble and stone
Wind chimes a rhythm that beckons
Mystery melody that asks us to join







13.11.2014
A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


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How to Haiku

I tried to find a consolation
                to my frustration

saying to myself that it's not a question of whether it's right or wrong, maybe it's just different. But this constant-reiteration is like a surgical interruption of the nerve tracts of my shrinking brain; once again I make a prefrontal leucotomy to myself  just to avoid the cognizance of my reprehensible ignorance or my negligence

It's neither traditional or contemporary 
nor proper or improper
it's just the prosaic practicality
of a pro-preposterous absurdity

But who am I trying to fool using pretentious and alliterated words? 
How difficult is it to accept that I can't write a haiku?

I know it's unfair to quote out of context but when the master Issa said 
"[...] try to forget all of the rules," he was wrong
I tried it before and I could only get unrhymed footles

The king of fruit, nah!
No metaphors until I could understand what "absolute or deep metaphor" means
To be or not to be a watermelon
No personification allowed
Watermelons rhymes with fellons, nah! 
Those Watermelons...nah! No Caps 
Oops! The kigo! The season word! 
Easy: watermelons are the most popular summertime fruit!
The Kireji, my "cutting word" is typical of an IQ above 140: a knife!
My yuxtaposition: another geniality! 
The watermelons are...are you ready?
The watermelons are yuxtaposed in a "pile" 
side by side one upon the other, showing their differences
5,7,5: 17 syllables! 3 unrhymed lines without a title! I did it! With my own hands!
What a joy!

those watermelons cost ten cents more than a knife the fruit prices rise
I captured the precise moment in which "I" realized that the watermelons cost 10 cents more than a knife! Aha! An instance of apprehending the true nature of fruit prices to raise awareness and a recognition of its essence, which, in this case, is the watermelon scent. Also, as the way the economy is going, everybody can relate to it: a universal haiku! Original focus/experience/clear images/perfect! If somebody has the audacity to haikuticize ME, I can still play the card up in my sleeve:Creativity! Creativity in arts: my undeniable power of unrestricted use to determine...whatever! to transcend traditional ideas, rules, concepts, and whatever! to create new forms: an 8-lines-Nonet, an unrhymed footle, a 17 syllables-Sonnet (Rubenserian), or whatever! A Whaikutever! I think I've created a new form... I(Me)am so talented!


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Beauty in my Palm

You are the wild flower in my palm
With no stem to keep you anchored to this covetous earth
You are the fragile thing I dare not cup,
As your petals whittle away under the wind
And flit unfettered in the air;
Exaggerated fear leaves my fingers numb
Hungry need leaves my fingers twitching
And my hand is paralyzed by turmoil
As every breath of wind takes another petal from me
And brings to my lungs, my chest and my heart
An overwhelming scent of need-

You are the wild beauty in my palm
And I dare not hold you to my chest
For I fear to crush you
To know first hand
That caged beauty, is beauty no more.


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UNDONE

Red sun    setting
on a mountain top
Sunset shot through
with passion’s purple hues
Tree line on the horizon

Sparkling    evergreen are my eyes
melting into tear filled pools of need
To be undone
To become one 
with the trees    the sky    the sun

For I am a wildflower
curled in on itself
swaying on an unsteady stem
The night wind blows softly around me
unfolding my silken petals

Standing on a soft bed of earth
I sway in an ancient dance
while moon shadows hover around 
I am absorbed by scents    sounds    
the essence of the forest

I am the earth    and fire
I am raindrops streaming down 
to tap gently on my body

I am life
I am love


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Himalayan trip-trap-2

Himalayan  Trip-Trap

They poured in,  before the deluge
To surpass the natives in numbers
folks in their  cribs -through-hearse  stages, 
trusting like kids,  a burnished sky,  blue-white, 
a cocktail of the wrong and right,
and the mountains, inwardly  grumbling ,
darkly forbidding…

Snaking it  up  to the high  spots  of primeval Gods,
thro roads,  loosely wrapping the giant, like gray ribbons,
sleeping in structures disputed by the rivers
on  questions of  right of way ,
they milled about, haggled  and  honeymooned, 
peed and  pilgrimaged, at  Badri and Kedar, 
belonging to the likes of Sankaras,  long before
touts and tours  stirred their sequestered worlds .

And the super giant suddenly  fancied a good shower,
with unusually heavy cloudbursts  , landslides 
And down flowed 
decades of filth with silt settling to ceiling heights.
The crowds, local and visiting, clung on to life like limpets 
watching  their kin,  their life’s bearings, settings and links, 
uprooted, tossed and broken,
hurtling down,

Escapees from being buried in debris, 
now cornered in hell,  bereaved and battered,
famished  and  plundered, living and dying from moment to moment
on nothing, save air laced with fumes of rotting death
at the tipping points  of sanity ,  pondering
their turn of fates;
development  vis-a-vis  disasters ; 
disasters vis-à-vis puny mitigation measures
tragedies-in-the-making  vis-a-vis  remedies forsaken;
freak  instances  vis-à-vis  climate changes.
They remain  stranded  , for days on end,
despite the IAF, army men and their copters
( not the other services or their detractors)
risking their lives on a huge rescuing effort.
The natives, rescued or not, stranded for life, though.


@24 jun 2013.    By  :S.Jagathsimhan Nair

* This is about the thousands of tourists and locals remaining stranded in the Himalayan heights for about a week now, with dwellings, roads and bridges washed away/ blocked by heavy rains , landslides and floods.

Sankara  refers to Adi Sankara, the saint of the 8th Cy AD.

Badri and Kedar mean Badrinath and Kedarnath, two important places of  pilgrimage in the Himalayan heights.

IAF : Indian Air Force

For Deb’s 'Referential' contest , referring to the loss  engendered by the Himalayan geography which finds expression, different, though, in the metaphors of Kash's poem, 'My emotional geography', with  ref to expressions  like valley of pain, ocean of sorrow, tearful rivers,foggy mountains etc.

For Giorgio Veneto's Impress me


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On Butterfly Wings

On clear bright days I catch a glimpse
Of what is a rare and beautiful sight.
Endangered, once feared to be lost to time
A gem to the butterfly world.
The Monarch making a brave return
Bringing to me a smile on beating wings.
Timeless beauty wrapped in a silk cocoon
Free to flutter where the wind goes.
Dancing on air without missing a beat
Enchanted by your beating heart.
Knowing I have seen rare beauty.
On more than one occasion you have come,
Like the rainbow that comes by.
Peeking through the clouds, around corners.
Reminding me on several occasions,
To follow inspiration, to keep chasing rainbows.
To fly on butterfly wings.

For P.D., who constantly inspires...
Contest 'any old butterfly poem...


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Let My Soul Flee

Oh let my soul flee
To the purple mountains
Where poetry breathes—
Where dawn’s shadows
Move silently with the sun.
Let my eyes feast on
Dew drops and Scottish broom
With its golden bloom.
Let the fresh scent of conifers
Satiate and restore my soul
As it soars with the wayward wind
Where verses resplendent 
And timeless intertwine
With the glorious divine.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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Sitting In My Deck Chair

The pale face of nature, of flowers and treetops
Has been lost without color, behind frost in the meadow
Under snow on the fence post, and the ice on the willow

So tattered and bobbing, and weary of hiding
So weary of biding her time in the fog
Tired of the doldrums, tired of the ho-hums ,  and weary of crying...

The pale face of nature, of gardens in springtime
Will drink in this morning, to find it surprising!
A lekker arrival !!
Of sunkissed horizons
Is blissfully welcomed with gold in the morning
All smitten with cheer !

Trees lean to the side
Drunk on the sun
Lifting their branches
And keeping it near

I long for it too
As I move out my chair
From under the shade
To drink in the sun
After dark winter days
To welcome it here

A lekker arrival
Is speckled in sunshine
I find it to be fine, to bask on my deck!
I'll poke out my neck to soak in the bliss
And what could be better than this?   Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!


________________________________________________________
For Suzette's Contest: "LEKKER"


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Wild Cherry Tree

A giant snowball in springtime
From twenty yards out the sound and smell
Closer now; breathing her numbing scent
Listening to the drowsy hum
of greedy and jealous bees
forced to share her bounty
with Tiger and Zebra Swallowtails
School will be out soon...

Memorizing every branch within reach
Her limbs are just low enough
for a boy to scramble up quickly
fleeing imaginary monsters
still lurking and prowling below
Taking ignorant and blissful advantage
of this daughter of the wild; his protector
His big sister to run to...

Shiny and slippery black bark
that oozes burgundy sap
which dries in animal shapes
Summer twilight is coming
Bats twittering overhead
chasing nasty mosquitoes
A noise echoing from far off
A door slamming maybe...

Tucked safely away in his favorite pew
(Naughty boy, eating during church!)
sampling her forbidden fruit
sweet and sour...half is seed
Thieving Blue Jays get the most
Screaming and scolding arrogantly
yet flying away unpunished
Grannny will make jelly...

Oh everlasting Father, creator of all things
He knows that heaven is far beyond the grasp
of a feeble and fumbling mortal mind
But when You decide to send Your beloved Son
back to rule the earth for one thousand years
If he is judged worthy to be in that count
May one humble servant say if it's like this
that would be just fine...


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SNOW DUST

Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such 
Beauty on
 this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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I Pine

Among a stand of pines I lived my life, blissful in the ignorance of my own fate. Tall and proud, my fellow trees and I stood along a ridge that overlooked a lake - its crystal surface mirroring our beauty. Underneath big sky and seeming to lean against a mountain, we reveled in the gifts of our mother nature. Oftentimes we felt the breath of breezes at our backs and cooling downpours in the summer heat. We saw and heard the scampering of squirrels and rabbits; We watched as deer and other woodland creatures stopped to drink at the clear lake or came to visit us. Birds of many sorts serenaded us both day and night; Crickets, bees and other insects came to see us too. Seasons came and went. Still young, I kept growing on the south fringe of my stand. This winter as new snow glistened on the ground, there came intruders to our happy spot. Wielding axes, two men chopped me down. Now I stand alone, uprooted and separated from my stand. No birds adorn my limbs. Instead I’m wearing garlands of garish gold and big red bulbs are hanging from my arms. No moon or stars of night shine above me, but a silver plastic star is tacked on top my head. I’m suffocated by this too-warm room with blinking lights everywhere around me And myriads of gifts brightly wrapped piled high and pressed against my trunk. No longer one of many, I am one alone And the lovely stand of which I was but one small part has been replaced by an old and rusty stand for Christmas trees, a stand that now contains me, for I no longer stand as one part of a whole. Rootless and wondering what will become of me. . . I pine. Written 9/15/12 for Debbie Guzzi's "Stand" Poetry Contest


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Night's sentry

Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you 
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars 
sparkle gloriously 
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.


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SHE-TIGER

SHE-TIGER

She-Tiger patiently watches,
 In shadows,
Dark concealing realm,
Green eyes pierce nights,
 Blackening shroud.
Ever weary, seeking motions,
 Movements,
Beware the bush itself seems,
 To come alive,
Beneath moonlights twilight mists,
Heavy foot steps cautiously,
 Tread.
Traveling along a carnalistic path,
Deaths servant stalks it's prey.
Revealing raw natures twisted fate,
In her flashing gaze, ageless,
 Wisdom lies,
This huntress most majestic.
Sleek jungle mistress, fearlessly,
Striding.
Forgotten trails cutting,
 Edges unyielding,
Patrolling vast wilderness.
Drink deeply clear waters purity,
No other creature dares,
 Come near thee.
Forests chameleon, hidden,
Amongst bamboo thickets.
Camouflages golden blends,
 Are parted,
By divisions striped bands.
Feeding legacies future brood.
Crowns glorious jewels,
 Young cubs at play,
Learning life’s lessons to be,
Remembered someday.
Rough dull stones at first,
Finely polished y age,
One day they'll sparkle,
Under sunshine's rays.
Royalties queen, stands tall,
Upon prides rock,
Surveying an evergreen,
 Kingdom.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Autumn Colors

          Autumn Colors

Trees shake old cobwebs from their heads
A kaleidoscopic parade of colors tumbles down
Pretty reds and yellows, parasol shapes
Parachute softly and collect in mounds  
Falling leaves that drift and cross our paths 
Brought on by climates cooler winds
Leave the trees in all their majesty
To become the magic of the season 

Created on 9/03/14 for Autumn Colors poetry contest


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lightning

In the grand theatre 
Opening in the Heaven,s 
Drifting across the sky, 
cloaked in darkness 

Whistling unseen voices 
Darkened within rage, 
nature's forces 
At work 
Rising wind salute 

In static 
hair raising 
Falling down the spine 
Banging drums 
Growling almighty roars 

Grumbling unforeseen forces 
Churning in its might, 
an earth shattering clap 
Applauding trees bend 
Wind blowing gale 

Lighting up dark 
Bowing to light 
In strike daylight 
Unmerciful power 

Battle in darkened clouds 
Alight candy floss 
Falling rain crystals 
In sparkling diamonds 
Lightning strikes 

As the thunder roars 
Frightening night 
Rumbling drum beats 
Upon nature's might 
You strike  
 
 


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Sitting with the Moon

I will sit on the porch, with the August moon
      The old swing sways, with a sleepy croon
         ... softly humming to make me smile                                *
                        In soothing rhythm, all the while
                            while shadowed moonlight knows our tune

A lonely owl, and then a lark,
    calls out to me, within the dark
          Starlight glistens, this peaceful night,
                      while the moon and I,  together, listen                                   *

How softly evening whispers twirl, and stir the branches in the breeze
   The falling leaves around me curl,
                            to fall asleep beneath the trees

I'll make a wish, and close my eyes
          and drink the splendid moonlit night

            I will sit with the moon for awhile....
                 while keeping me company, with its gentle light....

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Cockcrow

The moor side broadcast,perpetually
amid airwaves of delirium,
aria that reverberates, from crag to scar
beacon to abbey century to century,
Everyday truth in simplicity
to ignite the human race!


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Seasons of Life and Death

Under the care of sun and rain
My leaves have unfurled
My buds have burst forth
My own will has been done
This was my beginning
Through the seasons
Spring brought me to life
Summer grew me to new heights
The fall must come sometime
The frost will encase my barbs
And I will return to meditation
Waiting patiently for my rebirth
For your light to peek through clouds
Your moon to hold me within night
When spring returns...
I will dance in the wind
A never ending flower


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FLOWER POWER

           FLOWER POWER


He broke the rule, shattered it,
left the pieces for all to see.

The hill rolling, tree climbing,
butterfly chasing, game of tag
was over and the race for the
water fountain was on.

He ran with his flock,
suddenly breaking sharply
to the left, slowing to a
two knee landing.

He bent low, rolled onto
his side, did a little snake
dance, then lay motionless.

After several minutes he rose,
corrected his circuitous cycle,
and rejoined the thirsty flock.

Intrigued, I investigated the
cause/effect relationship
of his deviation -  A lone dandelion.

It had drawn him in,
he had studied it, touched it,
smelled it, tasted it, spent a
few moments getting to know it.

He remained unfamiliar with the rule
but had gained a familiarity with
the dandelion.

Perhaps he was on to something.


Submitted to Encounters with Flowers – Poetry Contest
Sponsor – Anthony Slausen
11/22/2014


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Nature's Dance

Through a rose petal forest,
The Spring wind sings
A luscious symphony
Of sighs and whispers.
Light and shadow dance 
Cheek to cheek
To the music of the boughs
Beneath a prismatic honey moon.
Nature's kaleidoscopic dress
Flows and swirls in chittering delight.
Leaves rustling, branches tussling,
In an ancient dance of mirth.


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Red Hot

A Cayenne Spiced Sky sweet cinnamon rays of light squeezed through a hung crystal sheet rush through to color the morning new
05~11~2014


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Spring Showers

Rain Dancer Days and nights of hibernation within the clapboard walls, winter winds have eased and only the sound of rain peals upon the storm glass panes. The desire to go out, to run, to scream is strong, yet, on the rain taps a tarantella. The parting soil unbound from icy grasp permits the spear of crocus and of daffodil and though the rain drones an accompaniment with the clock sleep does not come. Knots of lassitude untwine as child-like upon the open porch I stand reaching upturned palm into the falling rain watching as it strokes the waking ground. Cleansed are we all by sky and rain and wind rain on, bless the ground, let Spring begin.


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Winter's Blanket

The winter Queen has arrived
Silent and soft and slow and divine
Slowly thru icy breath she whispers
As her silver garments open wide
Miracles appear swirling free
As tiny angels dancing above
Softly drifting to the ground
On the wall and rooftops
Window ledges and branches bare
Tiny crystal flowers bloom
As she spreads her blanket around
Tinkling and glittering they enter
Frigid human lonely hearts
And like wild butterflies
The warmth flutter again
As each flake a beautiful dream weave
In the white tapestry of life


08/11/12
By Tahera Mannan


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Waiting

I sit here enjoying nature
From high up on the tree
I gaze an encompassing all that is around me

The weather is cool
With a soft breeze flowing through the autumn  leaves
Colors of greens turning to shades of red, yellows, purples, and browns
Gently falling like a light feather
To the floors beneath the canopy of trees

A light  shower of cool rain
Settles on everything in sight
With sunshine reflecting of the water droplets
Each making a rainbow of it’s own
With colors of reds, yellows, blues, and violets

My attention is caught with the sounds of  movement in the brush
With the rustling  and stirring of the different  colored  leaves
Of shades of red, yellows, purples, and brown
On the floors beneath the canopy of trees

I fly very quietly in pursuit of my prey
Eventually spreading my wings and striking with my feet
To snatch my prey

I am sitting on my perch hooting
Swivel  my head more than 180 degrees looking in all directions
Encompassing all that is around me
Waiting for the sounds of movement in the brush to start again


By eve roper 10/24/2014


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Dialogue of Place

Dialogue of  {Place}

Should I whisper words
that hang on memory’s peaks,
cumulous across my forehead?

A world of words - connected
like tides to the moon.

Words that mingle and rise,
as mist from a valley 
or, dwell in half forgotten dreams;
endless as ocean waves,
or vistas of flowering fields.

Beautiful words
that tell me of my place.

Suzanne Delaney


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ONE AUTUMN DAY

We walk on a crisp carpet of withered leaves
Purple, lilac and pink heather paints the hillside
The yellow gorse bushes emits a fiery golden glow
Vicious brambles protect their delicious fruit
We fight against them to pick their prized berries
Our fingers are stained purple with the blood of their juice
Then we hurry home to make a delicious pie


09~11~14
Contest: One Autumn Day (in just 7 lines)
Sponsored by Poet destroyer A
~awarded 4th place~


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Lightning Chased Thunder

Into the mist which settles upon the waters
Tempered elements connect and clash
Each vying for dominance within their domain
Lightning chases Thunder throughout forlorn skies
The harder she cracks her brilliant, whip the further he runs
In pain he roars through pitch black skies
Man stands in awe of the battle displayed 
And the heavens hang low and cry pouring rain

~*~

Note:  Inspired by "The perfect Storm" Very sad ending, yet, one of my favs.


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The Heart Of The Edifice

                                           The Heart Of The Edifice   

                                           In the midst of the forest 
              Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
                                        Standing so tall and  blissful 
                    Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
                            Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art
                              A rock structure that use to be the heart 
                             Of the edifice where long time recurrence
                                    Of lives that lived with endurance 
                                    The, hiss, crackling fire persuades 
                                                    Warm comfort 
                                        From a chilly cold winter day, 
                                Or soaked from the hard pounding rain
                                             That chills to the bone
                            The scents of smoke, mixed with spice food,
                       Coffee, and bread cooking in a cast iron Dutch oven

                               Now habitat of natures small creatures 
                     A rock structure that use to be the heart of the edifice
                                       Standing so tall and  blissful 
                                          In the midst of the forest 
               Of skeletal trees, green cedar, pine, and brush is the thickest
                      Enduring weathering and erosion that slowly chisels,
                               Earth's rock into ever evolving work of art

                                                  By: Eve Roper
                                                        1/2/2014

 


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Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor


Rushing clear water splattered over the rocks
melding into a huge spraying white foam
The sounds made sent heavenly tastes to my ears
the sight pierced my heart with love's stab

Stab that melds heart to a gentle Soul
a sweet pain born again and again so happily
Fast running stream in my mind's eye endures
stamps images with a clear splash of life

Just a swift stream from my youthful forays
days spent exploring Nature, the world anew
Memories time stamped , precious cargo aboard
faces of family waiting home for my return

Rushing water, a life in a bubbling brook
A memory, a love , a mental picture I took!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26-2014 

note:  Looking back at the greatest time of my life. 
I was ten years old, rambling the fields and woods
like a roaming gypsy on the prowl. My father was still alive,
my mother young and in good health and best of all my 
baby brother was two years old, destined to live 12 more years.
A happy family of 11 children and two parents. Life was good!


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I AM LIVING

It is the old man from the threefold of life 
To whom I have taken control on this
But the poet whatever 
The cause should be 
The one who must walk 
Along the concept
For which beauty fades from 
Measure of apparent
Size of naturalistic explanations
Regardless how rich your heart is 
And none of us is able pass through.

It is the poet who is living 
Psychologically into this burrow of guesses 
And paradises within him
With reflection and with correction 
Of life this creates such 
A record that commands he must live or die.


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Nano-bot Incursion

            Nano-bot Incursion

Nanobots began to shape their world in silent numbers
Grew uncountable before the dawn of days
In silence there is no form.
Darkness has no shape on empty landscapes
Black rocks don’t count as objects to odd aliens  
Time does not stand still.  It stands for nothing in the trenches of creation
Down in the minuscule world of nano-ness abstraction
Going about their business relentlessly
Expanding as they go
Nothing holds back the glow of tenacious ingenuity.    
Human metallic rings worn on fingers
Seem to have peculiar effects on nanos actions
For some unknown reason strange things happen at mere contact
Apparently the shape of rings causes aberrant behavior
Perhaps tiny automatons don’t like restrictions
Confined movements to circular rotation
Perplexing them to the monotony of repetition 
Around and around the band
Become disoriented as an emergent species
Collide and die 
Apparently nano-bots need to expand 
Naturally this is all pure speculation   
If humans are to merge with them successfully
They must open up the molecules within each cell
Relax the pores above the skin
Allow the alien in
Allow the process to begin
It does not matter if this is a sin or crime
Science and technology must forge forward 
That which goes against conventions
Has never stopped the building of reality 
Constructing futures is what the nanos do
We are long overdue to break all laws of nature
Allow the nano-bots to do 
What they instinctively know how and what to do
Merge with the human brain
Take us to their leader to new horizons
To the next plateau into omnipotence
To stand in numbing silence next to them
Spinning round and round in circles
Humming nano nano under the breath
   
 



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Wondrous Kite

She walks away.

Girlish and glorious
laughter
floats
through air
like a kite on a string
that pulls
tautly slipping through tightened fingers,
burning a little,
and slicing through 
if ever left unattended,

so preciously tensioned
against the cold
benumbing
wind. 

Tears begin to flow
but I do not know . . .
my heart?
or the wind?
If my heart, then am I sad
to be here on the ground
or joyful
to be watching the kite
fly? 

In answer, a quivering.

A wisp.

"She will not fall or float away while I hold her thus. 
She will be beautiful for me."

Wondrous.


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Hidden Beauty - Revealed



Oh let the fairy tale conceive of breathless moments pleasured free Through sacred birth of nightfall's grace each star above softly placed In drowning song a love so true in dulcet silence for only two Through broken boughs of winters song Her brazen departure thunders on Without a word she takes my hand beneath the heavens of starlight grand And in a breath each cloud is gone as morning love greets the dawn Each hidden secret now revealed as springtime beauty speaks profound Oh let the fairy tale conceive of breathless moments pleasured free ________ 1.17.2015


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Autumn Hope

Red leaves cowardly fall from trees like arrogant men
The powerful wind creeps up steadily scattering them on battered ground
While caretakers gather them into bags and empty them into garbage cans.

The giant trees still hold their composure waiting for the winter band
Autumn chills and winter spills engraved in the soul of every man
Telling us that life is entering another round and hope is still alive.

It has been a miserable year casting doubt and myriad fear
The summer season could not stand up to the parching sun
Events after events stirring up the summer heat but now autumn is here
Blowing away the evil dust making way for the winter crust.

I drove out in the wee hours of the morning and penetrated the clear blue sky
I saw millions of shining stars embedded in  the  dancing blue sky smiling merrily at me
And the cool autumn morning whispering songs of praise emitting sparkling delight.


I long to wake up to  the  day when the grumbling and contention will cease
The war will be completed and mankind will be at peace  
I longed for the day when families will reunite and communities will come together
I yearn for the day when countries will be delivered and enjoy lasting peace with their neighbors.  

The seasons embrace life’s abundance  
The seasons empowers pinnacles of hope
The seasons with its multitude of stars secured in the deep blue sky
And the red leaves scattered on the  ground is a testament
That autumn will bring new joy and stunning changes all around.
                                                              
                                                                           ©2014 Christine Phillips
                                                                                       


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Novembersummer

Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky of impossible blue
And I in shirtsleeves a-walking go,
With love and longings my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling and marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from her pocket.

I could believe today
In an America unnamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
And sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
And who will look on her
And let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
And watch the night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
And not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
And stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us and claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin
And I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
And see that great wheel begin its turning,
And stand amazed to be here breathing.

And stand, amazed to be.


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Thunder Rolls

Thunder rolls on the rails of morning
frightening the cat, curdling the cow’s milk
sudden, sullen rip roaring.
Released from its governor, it rattles man,
shaking the frail panes of his existence.
Jagged skyward shards spark, as the storm
wheels over the harrowed rye field,
splitting the magnolia tree from crown to root.
Gutters flute, asphalt steams, and within 
the tumult the lawn of morn is cleansed
to a silver sheen of green.


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Blackbirds In The Rain



blackbirds in the rain walking among the fallen leaves under the old mango tree with dripping leaves bathing the grass below blackbirds diligently lifting the rain soaked fallen leaves peering underneath for insects and worms flushed out by the drizzling rain pausing to gulp one down then scooting off again searching for more sitting under the shed with raindrops playing their music on the galvanised sheet roof with a beat that resonates within my inner being putting me in a trance connecting me to the rain and the puddles on the ground with the raindrops gently tapping the water's surface creating rings that collide with one another disrupting their individual shapes creating a dynamic new pattern reflecting their unity and bubbling with energy in the drizzling rain O what a deep feeling of peacefulness and serenity with the rain the dripping leaves and the puddles serenading my spirit with the eternal song of Nature and merging it into the Unity Of All Things
It was raining today. There was a constant drizzle for hours. I sat in a shed attached to the house, watching the blackbirds in action in the rain, searching for their food. The constant rhythmic sound of the rain on the galvanised sheet roof of the shed and the gentle drama playing out in the backyard with the blackbirds was a spiritual experience for me connecting me with Nature and the unity of all things as mentioned in the last verse. .


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This Universe

In the middle of the universe I stand
All alone on a quiet, desert night
Looking up at brilliant, desert stars
Shining along the Milky Way.

And in this universe, where I stand
I see the moon illuminating the sky
Constellations in their patterns
Hidden planets in their spheres.

And as I stand in this great universe
Contemplating the wonders of the night
I know that just as surely as I live
In my heart of hearts, I am not alone.

For I am seen by the One who created
This universe, in which I stand
Who made the heavens and the earth
He is the great I AM, who created me
To BE
In His great universe, where I stand.


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A Man Playing Beethoven

In a vast open wilderness Lay the pristine snow A beautiful mountain The majestic view A sky cloudless blue No footsteps in the white Only pristine snow And there, a grand piano In that space of no footsteps And just for me A man is playing Beethoven Free Verse November 25, 2012


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Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars


10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest


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IN THE PLACE WHERE I LIVE

In the place where I live, curtains rise and fall every day presents a different view, snapdragons sing with a gifted voice. A focused sun spotlights, accentuates the morning glory of another day.  A faintly embossed rainbow  burned on the retina of a brand new sky.  Fireflies that like thousand watt bulbs  glow to light even the shadows they create.  I own my life, I cherish it  I live every moment in  celebration of every living species. Where I reside I see no end  I know of no beginning,  rather rolls of events  and miracles for the taking.  My arms remain open wide,  as does my mind with acceptance. In my habitat,  nature is wrapped in a quilt  of a trillion unimaginable views  in that landscape is where my God lives.  For it was he who by his own hands  knitted and sewed  this perfect mother called Nature.


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Desert Tears

            Desert Tears

Vast reservoirs of desert particles
Desert tears are sand grains lifted on the wind
They cry out to fill dunes to capacity
Pyramids of tears paying homage to the dead
The ghost white bones of old stand alone on the land
Sand fills every crevasse of their souls
Bleached white in sun light
No one is there to cry for the lost and gone
No one is there
The desert void saw to that with emptiness
Helped by an indifferent sun, its only friend
They dry the land together, gather up their dead
Count every bone down to the soul
Stretch them out along the miles   
Sand pours out tears like rain
Stings the eyes that cry
Cuts like sharp particles on the skin
Lost in storms along the way
Heads down, dejected 
And with the wind, sojourners disappear like magic 
Lifted to infinity and out of sight, never seen again
Desert tears mimic nature flowing out
Pretend to be rivers of real water to get it right 
In disguise as a mirage, under the soulless quiet sun


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Adrift

Adrift in this vast,
empty sea. Silent,
save for the beckoning call
of  distant gulls,
your only friend. And 
the makeshift mast and sail is
uselessly flaccid.

And beneath,
concealed
by the dangling sway, 
of muddy-
moss-green ribbons of waving kelp,
is the dark murk
of unknown depths.

Then the wind 
panics,
arousing your sail and
it swells into life
and draws you towards home.


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Sometimes in June

Sometimes in June

It was a lovely June morning;
Little woolly clouds drifted high up in the sky,
The air was full of sweet scents,
Small groves and groups of trees,
Silence like little lambs.

It was a lovely June morning;
Day had broken,
Cold and gray,
Exceedingly cold and gray,
No sun nor hint of sun,
It was a clear day.

It was a lovely June morning;
I gazed about other creatures in solitary,
An intangible pall over the face of other creatures,
Subtle gloom that surrounded man’s life,
The joyous in the mist of other nature,
Deep thought and tearful happy,
Slowly blush the past event away.

By
Ajeyemi Wasiu .A.


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She...SPIRIT

.
         A hush...

           Eyes closed I stand
               breathing deep
           the sound of silence
                 that speaks

   Like gentle fingers
         on my face
         in my hair
    she tickles me gently
    Branches swaying 
      with her playing

             Listen....

      I can hear her speak
      Hear her in the roaring
                of the rain
                       pouring

            Hear her...
    in the sea side song
         never muted

            She careens to frolic
        with waves and toss them
                She laughs....

     I can see her
      (intangible)
See her whisper the flower
    with a gentle kiss

             See her ride a celestial sky
            tossing clouds along her way

See her in the wings of birds
              soaring 
                    F
                       R
                          E
                             E

Sometimes 
        shes angry
               brooding
                         Dark
                           Tempestous
       this woman
                       Wind...
 
               and she storms....
          like a mistreated lover
           
              Shooting lightning 
               across a black sky
                          Revenge
                                her mission...


        Sometimes 
               shes dainty
         like a southern belle
  
             On sweet sunny summer days
                          she plays
               and dances 
                       and prances
                   giggling
             with the brooks
     in her silly winsome ways

Multi tasking
       never ending
              ever breathing
                          intangible
                                  intoxicating
                                            silken
                                    earth teasing

                     sky surfing
                                 Wild taunting
                      Frustrating
                                      Beautiful 
                     encompassing
                                                  

Feel her on my skin....

I love this woman Wind!


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…

who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again

                               Amen


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A Leaf

Twisting, turning, the tiny leaf, made it's way to the ground. For another of God's creations life has ended; A short life it may seem; Only a season. Such is it with the life of man. Man is here, only for a little season. Time is fleeting, and after this Eternity!


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A Fugue of Passing Fancies

an orchestrated night glitters 
to the wand wave of the maestro unborn
sweetness licks on liquorice sticks 
fingered on silver keys

the moon melts like a honey drop
as sopranos sing

in harmony the coyote calls
base notes cajoled by passing horns
meld as cicada rub the reeds
legging each sharped phrase
with intonations of delight 


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When Miracles Speak Loudly


a hand swooped down to firmly hold the ancient building to root the architecture to preserve the craftsmanship. an artistic marvel human and angel earth and heaven merged as one.


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Love Repeats A Kiss

          Love Repeats A Kiss

Lips kiss the petals of the nether world call
Flowers derive their scents from fragrances
Fills the air with wonder
Blue skies and passion in your eyes
Green grass on the soft low valley of your soul
Eyes fill with color by the warm sun glow
Flesh blossoms slow as passion grows
Love comes in the low lands on a breeze
Leaves imagination to ponder
It never leaves 
Love repeats itself with bliss
The reminder of a kiss 


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Heavenly Striptease

as I stand here and gaze
into the heavens
this dark, inky sky
ahhh . . .
now I see you my love
my bright, shining Gibbous Moon
the dark cloud
moved on into the night
showing the heavens my spirituality
for we are as one
whether you are a mere Crescent Moon
timidly showing
mere tantalizing part of you
we may only guess
what is hidden
in the darkness which is you
its as if you are having wicked fun
at my expense
time gives me the taste of
your delicious and tempting Half Moon
glow of iridescence revealing
more of yourself
although it seems the more you show
the more is hidden
you are playing me an exotic dance
befitting your lofty aspirations
an enticing, though half naked smile
I stand there
wishing the nights would flow faster
as each night
slowly evolves into the next one
you know I will
be there again and again
waiting
patiently waiting
for your final unveiling
and shows me
your patient lover
you in all your majestic glory
a huge, bright and lustrous
Full Moon rising
I almost sob


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why did noah not swat those two mosquitoes

  
man wrestles with his existence while nature dances to the melody of the wind


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Grand Canyon

Some people are voices
On the edge of rocks
With steep slopes and cliffs.
Some people are echoes
At the bottom of walls
Carved by rushing waters.


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Tranquil Smells Of Nature

                                        Tranquil Smells Of Nature

                                              The smell of nature,
                                                velvet feel roses,
                                                 yellow daffodils,
                                               dazzling pink lilies,
                                               nectarous jasmine,
                                                  highly alluring,
                                                ambrosial scented,
                                               flowering fruit trees,
                                                tranquil the senses.
                                               Blossoms with lots of
                                               sweet, concentrated
                                                  natural nectar  
                                            for bees, hummingbirds
                                                favorite weakness.

                                           Sweet smells of nature’s
                                                tranquil the senses.
By: Eve Roper 2/22/2015

  


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The Mountain

Here Heaven lay a blanket to mask its starteling truth from the world,
A blue majestic ocean to float high above the earth,
God said, Angels lay your head upon the pillows soft of white,
Clouds to sleep and dream on, through the day or in the night,
Towering mountain, reaching to try to touch the relm and leave this world,
Green with grass and brown like brass a mix of beauty so sure, 
Painted by the hand, with a brush made of the tips of angels wings,
A picture of beauty, more radiant then jupiters rings,
Colarado air, fresh with spring light,
For Norad mountain is my destination, my delight.



(Note: First poem I've written in months)


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The Speed of Flight

A small thunder of beating wings fell
Into it, I threw my hopes and prayers
should his light fail and end succeed,
the thunder would roll on

The fury of his need steals his days, and 
I cannot breathe for lack of understanding 
why the good die young, why
the good does not last 

Chaser of fear after a pint of exhilaration
drowns my joy in knowing
the horizon rises against him, and
I cannot change his course

- A. H. Sewell ©2015
https://www.facebook.com/HelanaSewell1


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Simplicity's Gifts

Cockle shell candles and firefly lights
padding the path to the woods
Grass crunched and scattered in weeds and in patterns
of the way every garden should look
Cobblestone herb baths and sleepy old stars
shooting the breeze in the dark
Waiting for someone to wish and discover
the cobblestone path in their heart
Night time is patient and fragile and ancient
with secrets just bursting to share
Turn up the jasmine and glow in the shadows
with eyes open wide to the moon
Luxuries lunar light swinging old stars
parading their final hurrah
Flittering fireflies brush up on moves as they
follow the trails of the heart
Pumpkin shaped lanterns delight the warm eye
orange and gold muted voice
Hanging from tree limbs bent down to oblige
and also to be understood
Fly on with sonar and pipe cleaner wings
soaring above all the lights
Lit up like secrets, hovering, weaving
simplicity's gifts of the night...


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IN THIS WILD AMERICA

IN THE WILD AMERICA
 
Release the eagles of freedom, set them soar
Once more on the extended wings of liberty,
Inhaling the fresh mountain air of America,
In the wild wilderness.
Hear the cry of the wolf, echoing within the
Hidden canyons of the forest kingdoms,
Born free, running free, a sacred representation 
Of the untamed spirit.
Crystal clear streams flowing, from the rocky
Tops alpine divides, feeding the thirsts of nature
With eloping breasts of glacier moisture, in purity’s
Wealth behold the glory, in this the wild America.
In the evergreen valleys of the lush pine wood
Forests, the thickets trees stretch wide their
Broadened limbs, towards the heavens above.
Graced by the vision of the sparrow hawks cry,
Mountain men still roam, and exist on the fringes
Of these harsh elemental conditions of beauty.
Brave men seeking freedom’s song of deliverance,
From the city’s busy streets, and concrete jungle,
These wonder lustful spirits, pioneers frontiersmen, 
Holding their head up high with prides honor,
With every ax blow and daily survival achieved.
Tribal souls walk their ancient paths, reviling 
In territories of liberation, listen to the voices
Of their heritages culture being reborn within
The black hills of thought and wonder.
In spring’s thawing breath does not the 
Grizzly emerge from his den of hibernation,
Standing tall against the shadows of the
Open sky, the king ascending his throne
This the mighty giant, in his kingdom
Release the eagles of freedom, set them soar
Once more on the extended wings of liberty,
Inhaling the fresh mountain air of America,
In the wild wilderness.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Inherent Swimming

Stepping past the crater towards your door,
     I am reminded of warm days
surrendered in flowery abandon while
     brushing against cool veins of
leafy promise, requiring only the slightest
     compassion for the flow of life.

The scope of our crusade sings bitter,
     like absinthe in a Fanta bottle;
tangs of anise and wormwood persist
     within ether's truthful vision
resisting factory flavors in a curtain,
     velvet reminders of flesh.

Lap your moistened shape. You dissolve,
     my expectant sugar cube, no longer
made jagged by expectation or campaign
     but fragile again, doughy in
blissful rapture upon my snacking,
     curling up in a fetal calm

until we flow once more with the surge
     propelling us entangled yet
unencumbered, finally breathing our
     amniotic potential within this
spiritual umbilical making my stomach
     spin within these tugs of finality,

despite my carpenter's heart yearning to
     mend or create. Do arrogance and
industry compel mankind's devastation? Such
     a question drifts unanswered as I
kiss your wrist before strapping on my boots
     to hurl my blood into the fray.


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Writer's Block

Words tumble from my brain
like boulders down sides of mountains
where they rest for millennia,
only to be carried away by ancient tribes
building their ancient temples.

The perfect stanza has struck me
like an arrow deftly navigating an ancient forest,
only to be completely obliterated
as I awaken from my Mayan dream.

The trees of the forest cut down,
now feed their ancient pyres
upon which they burn my poems
as offerings to their ancient gods.

Archaeologists will find the ashes and line them up,
and when they are unable to decipher them,
they will toss them aside.

Rains will wash them away
into the streams that travel to the oceans,
to be snatched up by the krill
who are devoured by behemoths.

Expelled through blowholes,
carried away by winds,
joined by other words,
they become the air that I breathe.

Words inside oxygen, oxygen inside molecules,
enter the bloodstream, travel to the brain
and wait patiently to tumble out, again.




[Honourable mention: Polar Expressions Publishing 2014 Poetry Contest]
[Published in The Warbler’s Song (2014) by Polar Expressions Publishing]


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Whipped


Watching the trees 
get whipped by wind and rain,
      I thought of the birds

of falling nests 
and    
broken wings,

why are there none 
at my window today?

Yesterday they were here, 
when the liquid curtains fell

Let them seek shelter here.

I hear them distantly, 
and pray they are well,
braving gust and water,
far, far stronger 
than me. 




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Missing

As the wind grows and howls,
the grass gracefully flows and tumbles,
the ocean peacefully creates and destroys.
As the leaves flourish and then stumble,
the sun rises and then falls
the moon brightens and darkens 
and the Earth…steadily keeps turning…
As each line on everything and everyone 
is not equal nor identical to everything 
and anything that walks…
I am a but a mere shadow 
lost between the lines
of life and death,
Between times of light and dark…
I am just a line amongst the shadows
admiring all the imperfections 
that create an imperfect world…
perfectly… 


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A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this alletrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevaient from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths, roles and qualities
of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


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enticing flowers and hearts

that first peep of the crocus breaking through frozen earth longer hours of sunlight bulbs drawn by brief sensations of warmth like hearts that had lingered in frozen graves waiting for gestures of kindness ice melting, exposing vulnerability enticing daffodils, hyacinths, lilies often emerging too early late frosts wilt blooms premature buds succumb to April chills no headstones, no names only hope remains perhaps next spring a longer lifespan awaits hearts and flowers willing to face uncertainty again
*For Francine's "Flowers" contest by Carolyn Devonshire


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- Magical Mood -


    Moonlight .... watching over the dark
    Let your thoughts wander in silence murmur
    Capture in your hands a little moonlight veil

    Quiet moments that break down
    Raspy cry of a swan couple
    Ears and eyes watching in the night magical mood

    The sparkling silence is gone - eternal contrasts
    Background sound from the stream that roars
    The air is filled with pure truth - the night turns into a new day






    18.05.2014
    A-L Andresen :)
    Copyright © All Rights Reserved 


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Lonely Plight

created not by God but man harsh ridicule he endured abhorring the mere site of him people pursued a “monster” in perception only carrying torches and weapons angst festered within a tormented heart sentenced to a life of agonizing loneliness without committing a crime abandoned by a thoughtless creator his arduous trek to find him began dwelling in caves, crying hiding his hideous appearance from a bitter world that rejected him just one simple hope had he find a companion to share affection with prayers unanswered suicide his only choice to escape solitude broken-hearted, he faced demise in a conflagration upon the northland’s glacial ice cold as society’s treatment, hot as the fury in his heart


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- A Night Sky -



                          A magical moment - a magical evening hours 
                          Mysterious melody captivates you          
                          On the grass blinks drops 
                          of the rain that has been 
                          Listening to nature's melody 
                          Today's color and light fades 
                          As a shining jewelery 
                          moon comes forth from the clouds 
                          A night sky is colored red orange in the west
                          A blush on her cheeks when her
                          lover whispering sweet words in her ear
                          The night quietly and gently steals 
                          light and color for a little while 
                          But the melody is still there 
                          it fills me with confidence 
                          that nature really live 
                          The night ... perfumed
                          with a blissful intoxication of familiarity
                          No words - just admiration and wonder 
                          Night Jewels - life and creative power 
                          The melody - never disappears - but will change 
                          As heavenly beautiful tones 
                          promises eternal peace and love





27.03.2014
A-L Andresen :)



Contest Name:	A NIGHT SKY 
Sponsor:Nette Onclaud
Deadline	4/18/2014 

(6th in the contest)


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World above the clouds

Far away from this bonded crowd,
Far away from these layers of 
shroud,
Oh wings of the air glide me away,
To the world, world above the 
clouds.

To the giant mountains of mist,
Where sparkling houses of rain 
will 
be built,
World beneath where would be 
moving,
And sun rays where will be cold 
and soothing.

Where I won’t be bound by laws,
And I could speak freely about 
the 
things I love aloud,
Yeah to the world with cloud 
above the clouds,
Where everything just everything 
will be allowed.

Sliding on morning dews that stays 
till night,
Diving in the night’s sky that looks 
like morning light,
With no paths to follow,
I’ll glide free and fast,
Yawing, pitching, bouncing, 
shouting,
Like the endless penumbra it’s 
unknown where I’ll last
Yeah endless it is,
And it’s unknown where I’ll last



For Above the CloudsContest
I think I am late :-( posting this 
anyways


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SPIRIT RIDER

Alone figure stands, 
On sunsets rock.
Summers hot breezes brush,
Against bare skins flesh.
Stalking the ageless path.
Behold histories Indian brave, 
Man, and horse intertwined.
Symbiotic beings joined,
They are one.
The spirit rider gallops, 
Across freedoms trail.
Cautiously, allying arrow unto bow,
Aiming swiftly his shot to kill.
Guardian’s raging bull charges,
Forward.
Protectors sacrifice, blood mingles,
Amongst dust clouds aftermath, 
His majesty lies slain.
Dark brown eyes close, 
Glimpsing blue sky for the,
Last time.
Heavens prairies, welcome destiny's,
Honorable foe,
The hunter kneels beside the giant's,
Stilled heart,
Giving thanks, singing chants rise,
Ascending heights greener, 
Pastures unto a higher plain.
It echoes in valleys deep,
Touching the lands of his,
 Fore fathers.
Tonight beneath flames tribal fires,
Rhythms beating drums, gives praise,
Many shall celebrate, feasting,
 In memories tribute,

  BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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An Early, Experimental Poem of Alternate Lines

The mirror reflects, obliquely,
a peculiar yellow butterfly -- it flutters, flutters
the specks of black my beard is made of
on the breeze.  A daffodil hangs down its treasure
and I spread shaving cream, in great white puffs,
shielding from the wind and rain its yellow
across my face.  The nose protrudes, ridiculous
excrescence.  A leaf half green sweeps up in circles
in the whiteness all around.  A weak chin, think I,
of windy sighs.  Squirrels crack acorns, crunching,
down into a patchy neck.  Very unsatisfactory
remembering winter's almost famine.  The trees --
appearance.  Altogether so.  Oh well.
Quiet.  Steady.  Sturdy.  Oh well.
The mirror reflects, but not uniquely.


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Beyond The Garden Gate

Ornate is the ironwork that I peer through
as my fingers grasp the garden gate,
and I open my eyes to my Wonderland.

My bare feet step down the moonlit path,
where fireflies twinkle amongst the stars
that reflect upon the flowing crystal brook.
I capture them in a lantern, then set them free.
My lavender dress twirls weightlessly as I dance,
here I am free to feel joy and to dream.

Here beyond the gate of my enchanted garden,
when the golden sun sets low in the evening sky,
the daisies, gladiolas, and pansies never close their petals
and the sunflowers shine in the moonbeams.

While butterflies stay to perch on the blooming trellis,
the song of the hummingbird fills the warm night air
and I fall asleep in my flower bed of thorn-less roses.






Written by: Kelly Deschler
February 17th, 2014
For Nette Onclaud's contest - "My Secret Garden"


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Dawning

When the sky bleeds solitude like a wounded weeping heart and the horizon’s embrace wraps valleys about eternity, then, only then, can the bountiful earth find love. Crimson dawns feed the artist eye, and poet’s pen for all that’s green and wonderful must bleed, and rise, and die. Each reflection rainbowed in cirrus cloud’s caress or white capped ocean wave combine Blue bloods of forest’s fringe between earth and sky, meadowlark and nightingale a wedding bell of bliss, the mornings brings…


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One With The Rainbow

Waist deep in an icy clear blue mountain lake
Under the watchful gaze of the Grand Tetons majestic grandeur
Snow peaked summits reaching clouds where they join the rising sun
A more beautiful place I could never have imagined, even in my dreams

Casting sunflower yellow line patiently over and over
As the icy blue drops of water race back down the line so gracefully
As though they can't wait to return to the secrets below

The rhythmic snapping of the rod echoing in the still quiet morning
My fly floats by the place among the crevasses of rocks where rainbows hide
Beneath the icy clean blue water

Here we are you and I, sharing this place, eye to eye
Watching you dart from side to side, every color of the rainbow
Reflecting, bending, gliding
A rainbow in motion, here right beside me, all around me
You jump as though proudly displaying your beauty

As I gently hold your rainbow magic in my hand, thanking you for a perfect day
I leave you to return to that hidden place where rainbows stay

©Donna Jones


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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Blue Harvest Moon

Comes silently
on sorrel moccasins

roosted on tortoiseshell
of root cellar

singing, stumbling
in numb imaginings

lit with half-light
vegetables
squeezed in jars
of russet and avocado

above
a cornice of sky
split with laughter
searching
for broken arrowheads
gold and silver among leaves

air billowed white
from lips
soft frail bones
of snowflakes
magically appear
scattering in breath
taken away
into apple night


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Bright Birds

Deceptive, drowsy,
the gray cat, Tempus, in doldrums
lazes, purring, stretching.
I have watched him:
cunning eyes half-closed,
he stalks bright birds in the garden,
near day lilies.
Wings wet from flights
through the sprinkler's sweeps,
the birds swoop, glide, flutter.
They light on dry grass,
strut and shake themselves,
are lulled. Then,
Tempus pounces on one bird.
The rest are routed…
And Tempus fugit.


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Reflections When The Summer Breathes

I remember that day As clear as the crystal springs in June When the sun rose upon a gladsome sky Bursting through the harbor and the fields As soft as the buds by the quivering dew Dancing in the blue distance. Summer's warm and scented breath Invaded the clustered pathway Where the last mountain spray Descended in your eyes Like a constant burning fire That glimmers like fulgent streams of spring. You held a delicate rose In your limpid hands kissed by the Vast fountains of purity's grace That greeted my eyes with coy beauty When the day was ripe with glory . Like a flower you blossomed in my eyes As one who held heaven in her smile And sweet rosebuds on her lips That trembles in the cold With a budding joy as new as the moon In the fullness of the night. You drew a few words from your sad breath That pierced like a striking sword When the voice of the wind echoed Through the lilac vines Entangled on the weeping trees That nods in the noonday light In the last breath of summer. My soul sank in dejection Wet with despair. Anguish flashing in my aching heart Like an untamed madness On this boundless land . Oh please don't leave my love Oh please don't leave my love Because if you do The mortal fire in my veins Would extinguish My breath would mute And my lifeless body Would drift me to some unknown hell To live forever In a helpless state of deep despair In a desolate darkness Of utter hopelessness!


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Trust Life

Trust Life
Don't let life pass you by, 
Waiting for a better day, a better chance.
Live now! 
Believe in the Good in people,
Trust Life.
Never walk in anyone's shadow,
Let the light guide you,
Feel the spirit of the universe
In the golden power of the sunlight,
As it gently caresses you face.
Open your eyes to the beauty around you,
Take your strengh from nature,
It is there for the taking.
It will fill you with power
To share with the ones that need it.
Look for the beauty you posess inside,
This is the Life you waited for.
Trust Life- and you could not wish
for more!


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With you in autumn evening

The sweet songs of birds, We hand in hand across the lawn, Pansies white yellow and violet Tossing their heads in the breeze. Somewhere the sound of falling leaves. The sound of squirrel cracking the walnut. Calm weather warm sun, White fluffy clouds forming different shapes, A passenger flight in the blue sky, Sun born in the horizon and about to fade in the horizon, Both our heartbeats echo inside of chest, Shutting and opening of our lips, Your unkempt hair flying backwards, Yellowish west sky. Heart shaped fig leaf's shadow. If I could stop this world from spinning, I would do so, Just to be with you In this autumn evening.


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While I was standing near My Autumn tree

The audio version of the Poem can also be heard on my You Tube 
Channel 'RavindraKK1' or by using  the below given URL

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apYEemRpNRA

While I was standing near My Autumn tree The Sun was fading, with all its grandeur and beauty, Somewhere far, very far away amid the Poplar trees. I was in a state of enchanted stillness, Beholding the gold which was showering on me, With every gush of wind coming from the east. The earth was wrapped in a lovely darkness, Slowly the Sun rays slipped away from the hands of the evening, but It embraced the night in her arms perhaps to console its forlorn heart. I was glued with the fragrance of Autumn, while the Sun was still fading slowly, Leaving only a yellow and radish glow in the sky. The golden leaves of Poplar were still falling on me, Coming to me while flying from the Poplar tree. Suddenly the birds said adieu to me, reminding me once again the passing of time, While I was standing near my Autumn tree. Ravindra Kanpur India 4th Sept. 2011
Poem submitted in honor of Brian Strand's contest SEPTEMBER-YOUR CHOICE


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LOVE OF NATURE

Under canopy of majestic oaks,
leaves swaying, gentle breeze,
rustling of the dancing leaves,
flying chirps, all species,
joyous laughter, melodic sounds,
like violins, bees abound,
peace surrounds
in backyard paradise.
                                                                              
As I partake of nature’s scene,
eyes affix whites, magnolia high,
reminisce of mother in the sky.
Lessons of nature, she did give,
exploration through wooded path,
wild flowers we did name,
birds’ identity, toadstools find, 
love of nature by her design.



Won HM in Mac McGovern's 
Best Poem Contest
June 10, 2010


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Louisiana Bayou

Chilly late October;
early morning fog banks
the roadside, cloaks
a trickling bayou...
in the thickets of dense trees,
the wispy tufts 
top man-high
goldenrod, Queen Anne's lace,
dried-out thistle stalks...
A school bus, solitary,
yellow, slowly passes
on skinny black asphalt
where wet spots reflect
the newly risen sun.
Only rustles of high,
green cane fields and 
intermittent bird songs
interrupt pervasive quiet...
Timelessness, and solace --
calming, soothing --
a Louisiana bayou:
Bayou Sale.


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Beautiful Butterfly

Wrapped in a rainbow of vibrant beauty
While butterflies dance to rhythms beat
Caught off balance by beauty still
Inspired by the smallest features

Found where love is it's purest
Fluttering on silk wings
Waiting patiently for butterfly kisses
A promise of perfumed dreams

Here while wrapped in ecstasy 
Intoxicated by butterfly beauty
Drinking in naked fantasies
Stay beautiful, beautiful butterfly


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An Artist's Loving Plan

Smiling down on His creation, evergreen sentries gave Him peace. Turquoise lake held the reflection of Rocky Mountains with snow’s fleece. Nature’s beauty is leased to man by an Artist with a loving plan


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Spring Lover's

Clean spring wind 
     tickles my every pore;
          through skin,
              soothing my inner tempest with 
                    effervescent feathers,
                        surrounding 
                 my every 
            sense
      with 

      F
           L
                U
             I
         D
      I 
            T
                  Y

Powerful and tender,
       like a lovers kiss -
                it glides, 
        temporarily smitten
    with my earthy skin;
my motionless frame -
      exploring my body
           with its ancient mind -
                searching in vain for the secret 
      of my existence –
a secret stayed –
      grounded -

             for gravity,

                   Wind
                             knows
                                         not…

We rejoice in each-others abilities -
         mysteries, and
                   for a moment,

     we are one.

Him of the sky;
        I of the earth –
               a moment on no time’s horizon...

two lovers of spring,

        exploring the unknown…











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Ice Breaker

The limbs of the tree are now cold and barren
as they reach up into the sky above
searching for what was lost,
as the playful, fallen leaves are now gone,
taken away with the winds of time.

Nothing but a gray cloudiness
overtakes the skies
the warm sunlight disappears
more and more each day
as the darkness closes in.
Frigid winds come down from the North,
bringing with them a reckless abandon
with no care for the warmth
of the human heart.

Cold raindrops evolve into icy snowflakes
that fall for miles 
before they reach the earth
and are caught by the barren arms of the tree.
The world is now silent in the grace of wintertime.

A stubborn chill surrounds the human heart
trying to instill itself into every chamber
yet, it cannot end the beating drum
when there is a song of happiness
dwelling there forevermore.

Some days the sun still shines,
yet, it changes nothing
the warmth lingers somewhere else,
until the sun decides to stay
a little more each day.

Eventually, the warm-hearted will melt 
away the frost around them.
The frozen ice will begin to thaw and disappear,
soon a small crack forms, and spreads across
separating the ice
where a trickle of water is finally free to flow
out into the warmth of springtime.
And the world comes back to life,
re-awakening and reborn again.




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Rain Spider

At the stump of the fig tree
where sweetness and fragrance
have long departed
a rain spider has built a nest
of autumn-dried leaves
covered with a blanket
of delicate silk.

I stand and watch
the little spiders
coming out to play
in smooth fur jackets - 
first, a game of tag
and then a fencing game
with slender long legs.

Soon they will spread out
and scurry around in the hunt for food;
raising neck hairs and bring shrieks of terror
as they intimidate nervous children and wives.


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Under A Miccosukee Sky


Big Cypress stirs, heated by Miccosukee 
sky hung in spun gold. Rising in the east, 
morning sways with waves of river grass
as the elder paddles through waking water
in dugout canoe. Bare-chested, he whistles
an old, creek song, lost and found in tangles 
of green swampland. Bronzed face chiseled from
stone gazes on soft, flush of Indian summer;  
a burning heart beats with nature beneath. 
In hand, he clenches twine of sacred bundle. 
Beads of sweat fall from head lowered in prayer
to the Creator. His silent prayer for earth, hunt, 
harvest and tradition collides with modern tribal
life, a quiet moment complicated by thoughts of 
upcoming ceremonial festivities. If only,
he could step back in time to dance in ancient 
garments 'round sacred fire free from tourists’ pale,
intruding eyes. His daughter and wife will sew
and bead jewelry to sell; his grandsons will wrestle 
alligators; and he, the elder, will stand proud,
fighting to maintain dignity and culture under 
a warm Miccosukee sky, hung by his ancestors
...in spun gold.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, 11/17/13
for Shanity Rain's Native American People Contest  


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Deaf and Gone

I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity that screamed, 
"You don't belong!"
Yet, a voice of reason spoke and said,
"Expand yir' roots. Venture beyond the comfort zone. Academia resides inside that room, but know you won't be alone."
Repeatedly,brainwaves declined what my wife and editor had told me.
I'd say,
"no way, I'm givin' up my soul for free, they read, they pay, like it's always been, the way it's going to always be!"
Unbeknownst to me one day, and with a slight of hand, my "Open Sores" were put on display and surprisingly more than a handful of great ladies and nice guys began to give feedback on what I had devised. 
This interaction was something very new, helpful, and impressive. For a change, it was something real.
For years, those around me were quick to give praise with hidden reasons. Constructive criticism is amazing, and I welcomed being corrected or set straight.
Now there are those who choose to shut me down without explanation, and call me names.
DO NOT mistake me for sophomoric! These words bleeding from my guts have no style and need no approval. There is no thinking involved here, no plan. If you don't like it, fine...don't censor or bracket me in. So what if I am illiterate?  If you don't like "street poetry" or the pathetic stuff I write, don't read it. If I offend you, tell me.
We should welcome those who are different than us. 
Words of truth inspire movement, like fire.
I came to this room to expand my horizons, step outside the box, learn, help, grow. 
There will be no apologies dealt for being different, or for being labelled as something uncomfortable to you. 
This has been an ok room so far, but there is some clique trickanery going on.
If the dictionary must come into play, let me recommend looking up the term "Poetic License."
True, I may not be the writer you prefer, or aspire to be....but tread carefully my friend, for you have no idea of my profession. I've made a fine living, for a good long time, spewing words onto paper. I came from nothing, and may still be nothing to you...still, I do what I love, have no boss.
I am not an aspiring writer who dreams of a life, I live my dream. In conclusion, I must wish you luck in finding what you peddle poetry for. Until then, keep 


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This is Mine, All Mine

This is Mine, All Mine                                     by Chuck Keys

Fall day, perfect, 
Sunny brisk alive.
Filtered rays of sunlight. 
Shimmering through semi barren trees
Almost skeletal 
Scattered blown leaves
Patiently waiting their first winter freeze, 
So - very serene, calm, barely a sound,
A bird or two chirping
Sounding lost,
Looking about ready.

There, a small sparse bush
Proudly showing a tiny new green innocent bud, 
Nonchalantly waiting about. 
His chance to grow, 
Fading with shortened cooler days coming
  
On the trail, my dog, 
At my front, back and
                                      … side, 
Protectively jumping, sniffing, flying, yelping
Majestically prancing about and over,
Manly pawing his ground, 
Feeling heat from 
The October daytime warmed earth
Dried decaying broken leaves of time fading,

     In motion, 
     Wind behind his gate,
     Cantering soundlessly but hard, manly 
     Racing airborne paws; 
     Panting with passion, drooling in chase,
     Soaring gleefully effortlessly in-flight,
                                                                       ... off the ground 
                                                                       ... leaping high, higher, highest 
     Endlessly into the wilderness, 
     On his ground.  His movements
                                                           … echoing, uncontrolled.

     The tamed beast; driven as ever,  
     Head locked rigid aimed forward, high, tongue draped aside out
     Eyes opened squinting into the wind, starring affront
     Nose twitching alive on fire in hunt, 
     Tail erect, straight as an arrow on 
     Legs in sync with one another, together
     Body pulsing as one, muscles taught,
     On guard, with pride and ownership.
     He stops, panting eyes piercing, 
                                                          … side to side, front to back
    "This is mine, all mine" ... he says
                                                           ... he says to his daddy. 


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Jungle Love

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste

The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child

A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
seduction
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function

My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
Blood
together, my warrior
We make One



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Guardian Of The Environment - Indigenous Peoples

For several thousands of years
you upheld the sacredness of Nature
avoiding wanton destruction 
of plant and animal life
taking only what you needed
since their sacredness was 
just as important to you
as the sacredness of humanity

When harvesting wild rice for food
you let some fall into the water
to produce crops for the future
Surrounding a pack of wild sheep
while hunting in the mountains
you let a male and female escape
so by their reproductive process
they would ensure the
continuation of their species

You saw yourself as part of Nature
living in harmony with it
and not plundering it with greed
Your religion was to respect Nature
viewing all plants and animals
as parts of its magnificent fabric
Abuse of a part of it was
an abuse of the whole

Your way of life 
provides valuable lessons
that can teach mankind how 
to deal with today's ecological crisis
that threatens the survival 
of all life on the planet
You were the genuine
Guardian of the Environment



I have always admired the way of life of the Native American Indians living in harmony with Nature before the advent of the Europeans. By extension, this applies to all indigenous peoples including the Amerindians and Polynesians. This piece is dedicated to them. 


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Mourning Since Dawn

Why must the mourning come
with every dawn?

The sky is crying again today.
I heard her sobbing
as I laid in bed.
She would calm down
for a little while,
then it would start up again.
Did I do something
to upset Mother Nature?

I watched in solemn silence
all afternoon
as her tears
streak down my window pane.
I wonder what I can possibly do
to comfort her.
There are no tissues large enough
to wipe away
a streaming flood of sorrow.
Maybe this is just Mother Nature's way
of grieving,
and soon it will pass.

The newborn flowers
open their blossoms
to receive and embrace
her gift.
Mother Nature is so beautiful
even when she cries.



May 13th, 2014


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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night

Life is a cruel wench, a beckoning tramp, she is.
 Sprawling wide open to draw us into her erotic nectar.
 She whispers lurid words which promise to forestall
 The imminent erosion, of illusionary perfection.

The promise of a tomorrow? Few have the inherent structure,
 To challenge her guile, humming quiet, sweet victory.
 Only the ancient one, who hides beneath our vision,
When wrenched from the rock, is still perfect in her imperfection.

Dawn loses its battle to dusk, and returns again to be defeated
 In an endless, biblical battle. The waves wash up on the shore
Wrenching the sands from pounded beaches; only to spew up
 Again and be dumped ashore by the evenings rushing tides.

I lie on my back, on a beach, gazing up at dark stars,
On this black diamond night, sadly, wiser.

Brenda  Molmod  Atry  8/14/2012


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State of Grace-In The Woods

In the woods...

You can find that mysterious place
Where solace, is best described as grace
That place where man and mind, can talk
And when needed, rearrange his heart

Here, there are no printed rules to see
The strong survive, as it should be
While quietly, observing surroundings there
You realize, the cost of life is dear

As vultures feed on meager flesh
Left from last night's unseen death
But, fragile too...as morning dew
Settles soft on a spiders web

Saplings fight for rays of sun
Among thickest shades of green
Like us, in life on the run
Seldom feeling we're really seen

The seasons come, the cycles run
The old ones die, the young ones fly
From brown to green..and green to brown
Then it starts all over again

Yet in the woods...
You can find that place
Where solace, is best described as grace
That place where man and mind, can talk
And when needed..rearrange his heart

Man is the intruder here
It's up to you...accept or fear

9-3-2013
©Donna Jones


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An affair with nature

Pass onto this thinking place
Pristine with luster and rhythmic textures
Bath in its heart-warming splendor
Here in this monolithic emerald patchwork
This relationship consoles your psyche
A pluck from here, a collection from there
A rack of tools and an now idle straw-hat 
From the loam to dust that stick upon your shoes
A place to conceal with an atmosphere 
Contiguous to the eyes embracing and rich
Time honored in its entirety
Carefully romanced by birds and creatures alike
I found you here in a home of comforts
Now your essence is complete 
Behold the gardens of light and sound 
As perfect as the gift given to man 
A portrait flowering a secrete of love
Its scenery influences your center 
Today and always 
A thinking place
With a reflecting pool  




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Allowance

My prints are visible for now as I press the soaked sand
Breathing in the cured sea air
I hear the silent roar of its mighty movement
Disobedient curves imbuing in an aquamarine blue 
Rhythmic grains of tamed shells
So violently arranged in a thing of beauty along the beaten shore
One should feel powerless against its perimeter 
As the constant ascension changes the beach slowly over time 
So to do I feel an ever so mellow shift of mind 
The sea is an ever so predictable place 
With an unpredictable aim 
Every bit true for life 


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Sanguine Sky

Sanguine blush, outreaching its origin,
Roses bloom across the painting.
The sky extends its insubstantial limb,
Spreading its fingers- in gesture towards you.
A great fan, coral but crimson,
Shifting,  yet still- tumbling across eternity.
The horizon appears, in a flash of pink rainbow,
Love, of the universe, of humanity,
Of life, appears… and evaporates; a gradual decline, 
of colour; but so sudden too,
And we are left once more,
In solitude.


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More About Rain

The great Serengeti's broad 
face lies in the African sun, 
dry, weathered, cracked, 
thirsty for the season.s tears

Storm clouds gather on her 
brow like an old lady's curls
Promises, promising
An empty promise

...The rains are too late
The children of the Serengeti 
lie down on her dusty bosom, 
never to rise again
A desperate waiting fills the 
air

At last, a single drop of rain 
falls on the delicate skin of 
the vast plain, then another 
and another

There but for an instant, 
before it vanishes into the 
scorched earth

Another drop, then ten, then 
dozens, then hundreds, until 
the broad face that is the 
Serengeti smears through the 
downpour
 
Watering holes fill and 
breach, streams and rivers run 
like locomotives 

Mysterious fish pop out of the 
mud
Sweet grasses leap up in the 
night 

Yesterday the majestic 
canvas was devoid of life 
Today, overflowing, a palette 
gorged with color and life… 

the cycle begins anew
The Serengeti awakes! 


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THE COUGAR

Lady liberty, hold your flame light high, 
Beware the path thy cross, in the wild undiscovered
Wilderness of the U.S.A.
For it is here a fierce native predator,  
Stalks the rocky ranges bad lands,
Behold the American mountain lion.
Known as the cougar.
Nature's solitary soldier, walks with
Silences stealth and predatory cunning.
Beneath the thickets underbrush,
The beast does savor, upon his preys weakness,
And relishes the hunt of engagement.
Secretive creature, an apex hunter,
Wearily observing, his natural habitats
Surroundings, this king
Survives by tooth and claw alone.
Once hunted to the brink of extinction,
At the hands of mankind, and greed's bounty.
Nobility's instinctual majesty, has reclaimed
His mighty throne, on the cliff tops high.
The cougar, represents a come backs promise,
We as American's shall leave none of our
Own behind, has recovered and announces
His arrival with a mighty roar.
In the heights forbidden realm, the big horn sheep,
Smacks his antlers against his reveling foe, 
It's soundings echo is heard for miles,
Abreast the whitening fallen snow,
But the great feline lord, has now returned,
To his ancestral territory, a shadow flash,
Of golden brown, a royal phantom to 
The art of war, clashing with basic instincts
Desire to survive.
Behold the pride stands tall, upon the
Red bands of freedom, nay liberation’s
Symbol soars above the lion's den,
Beneath the night's sky shines with
Old glory's stars hanging in beauty's favor,
We honor him, this the great American lion,
The Cougar.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






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Becoming Mother Nature

What if Mother Nature
 retired,
and I applied for her position?
How would I dare
to assume,
 her un-ending cycles;
 her secret duties?
Could I invoke such power,
 or must I simply become her?
Spin myself
 into a cocoon of natural faith.
Let the atoms of the cosmos
 transform my light into spirit.
 
Would I then emerge,
 complete with every force of mystery?
Awaken each day with pink mist,
 and burn each evening sky
 with crimson?
Command each leaf, each breath
and every symphony 
of living?
Would I wear her gowns
 of argent, lavender and aqua;
step lightly on mossy stones,
 and dance upon silver meadows?
Grace the heavens
in cloud-white glinting wings
and in
 the depths of darkest night
 bear stars, filled
with the promise
 of every beginning?
 
Suzanne Delaney



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Sunshine Flowers

The Daffodil, peeks at the yellow rays of the Morning Sun
She raises her head  :through the withering snow mound : with Dazzling Beauty
The Daffodil , Sings in harmony; Arise for I am : the Spring
The Golden weed, the Dandelion , reflects the yellow Halo Floating in the Sky
Knowing Life is short ,the Dandelion dots the Summer landscape
With Her Halo turning White, She calls the Wind and flies through the rays of the Sun
Goldenrod waits until summer is  nigh o’er before waving elegantly 
To the Yellow orb, warming her roots, She melodiously  Sings Forever be Your Glory 
The Goldenrod , humbly  Hums Hymns : to the very Eye of  a Loving GOD 
Yellow Roses speak of the Memories : “watching  the grass “Sportsman’s WAVE””
She sees the Glory of Nature : more Beautiful with each Magnificent  : Sunrise
Yellow Roses, petals so Silky Soft, holding in “ Remembrance “  a long Lost “ LOVE “
The “ AquaRose “ that Grows, in the deep Caribbean Sea “4 miles North of Aruba” 
Screams For the Sun, from her watery Grave, Yet she shines in a sea of  “ Sapphire   
                                                 " Blue " 
The Depth of the  “Blue sea, the Blue Sky above” Shadow  the glow of Sweet  
                                            "  Sunshine "
       Inspired by the Contest : " Flowers " : Sponsored by Francine Roberts
             Dedicated To my LOVES : " Barbara Jean "  & " Lenore Ellen "
              Author's Note : I Hope this is Read the way it was Written
                  YOUR Liege ALWAYS, LOVE : HGarvey Daniel Esquire
                                                7th Place win


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A Kiss of Sunshine

taking an early walk along the shore awaiting for the royal entrance of the new day through His Love Divine--- I hear the whisper of the cold and gentle wind into my ears saying: the arrival of your majestic prince of the universe has now begun excitements I feel deep down in my heart giving a fleeting glimpse at the side of the ocean there lies the long ranges of mountain-tops seems as if they hide him from me giving me suspense on his final exquisite appearance as the ebbs move gracefully on their way back… carpeting his path waves all arise welcoming him with their loveliest prelude the cold breeze gently wafts the perfumes as peaceful as they could a scent of the blue ocean-potpourri filling the air up to the clouds then down to my mood as my prince finally ascends unto the clear sky through his radiant rays he sends me right away his glowing smiles descending his loving touch mellowed by God’s Loving Embraces from my face creeping down to my whole being all I feel is his warmth: an assurance that forever He cares a very wonderful feeling I can’t explain I close my eyes and raise my gentle face towards his rays trying to absorb all the blessings and graces he brings Oh, what a great and wonderful feeling! keeping still my chin up on high exposing to him my rosy cheeked face as I close my eyes then I protrude my lips As I want to finally feel my Prince Sun’s warmest kiss a kiss of my Darling Sunshine a sweet kiss of love the greatest and eternal love from up above
Feb. 9, 2013 2.30pm Note: I love sunshine! My father gave me a ring when I was still young engraved with words Darling Sunshine because according to him I was born during sunrise. I lost the ring when I was staying in a dormitory as a student. Sixth Place Contest: Verse Poems Judged: 3/12/2013 Sponsor: Poet Nathan A Third Place Contest: A Kiss of Sunshine Judged: 3/25/2013 Sponsor: Poet Gail Angel Doyle First Place Contest: In Honor of my Fave Poem Judged: 4/11/2013 Sponsor: Poet Andrea Dietrich


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Spring Showers




free 
as the wind
in song 
and verse
tumbling 
within my soul
quenching 
my poetic thirst

as vibrant  
as the wild daisy
each teardrop 
upon my face
I twist and turn 
in posy
lapping up 
the springtime rain 

with each 
pitter patter 
racing 
to greet my heart
I melt 
with each breath of beauty
drowning 
as I impart

forever 
in crystal showers
as I fall back 
to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds 
of dynasty 
quickly 
I am taken away

free
as the wind
in song 
and verse

untouched purity
this poetic birth

________________________


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A Night To Remember

So sweet a kiss
The murmuring tunes of Spring
In the fragrant breath of night
Hums within my slumbering ears.
Like the whispering trees dancing
In the softest dews descending
From the vapours of the skies 
When the soothing night
Was young with the glimmering moon of May.

The poor labouring clouds expanded wide
In the muted distance ripe with coldness
While the storming of the Eastern wind
Drifted through the blossoming fields
Graced by the sultry springs in the lulling hours.
I pulled the weary drapes
When the night grew old with silence
From a crystal window 
Mirrored against the dumb fields
Black with the night.
A soft mist exudes the dead wind
Curled around the nodding branches.
Then I stealed away to the vacant spot
Where a crackling fire
Invaded the mournful breath of silence.

Lipsing sounds intrudes the night
Upon the quiet slopes and verdant span
Where the blossoms gently bow
Kissing soft the silver spray
Fluttering in the starry distance.
There sauntered I
Under the gladsome sky
To pluck a cherry from its stem
Outstretched beneath the sobbing moon
That in the dawning misty hours
That silver orb of light expires
When the sun had greet the day
With a golden sigh!



















  


 


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Butterfly Kisses

(}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) Kiss the sky Butterfly With vibrant colors On gossamer wings Your beauty so sublime swiftly soaring (}i{) (}i{) Dance in the sky Butterfly Your wings like elegant gems That sparkle in the sunshine With gentle grace Flitting and floating (}i{) (}i{) Kiss the sky Butterfly Soar high On vibrant wings As exquisite as a patchwork quilt Without a stich or a seam (}i{) (}i{) Dance in the sky Butterfly On soft breezes Flutter free Velvet wings so fragile Cocooned no more (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{) (}i{)


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A RAINY DAY

By ears and whiskers, ain't no more
A sadder thing that being in the dog house,
On a rainy day.
Make no bones about it, when momma's
Mad I'm hanging my head low.
Jo dirt has nothing on how bad this hound feels,
But honestly instincts roller, over road wisdom's,
Howling, but I'd mean it dearest sweet mommy.
With woofs and kisses can I  make it all better,
It's lonely on this side of the doorway.
With you out there and me in here.
Kibbles my bits I'd give up my
 Monthly allotment,
Of bacon bits for a true heart felt,
That a good boy one more time. 
If I could I'd bring you a beer,
Just to see that frown disappear.
Perking these two ears up to here,
Your laughter ring out at bed time.
Or a soft whispers friendly voice, speaking
Good night dear old friend.
All four paws down I won't do it again,
Cross this canine's fury little heart.
But the rain keeps falling,
As outside the sunshine is calling,
Our names to be together,
There's no tears like these rainy days.
So I'll sit patiently,
For the sun to rise again in your heart,
When ever that maybe,
Because simply put I'm loyalties pup,
Just waiting for you to bring me 
On the right side of 
The door once more.
To sit beside thee again.
A companion and dearest friend,
Always letting the sun to shine down
On us forever more.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN








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Autumn's Breath

I love to spend my October afternoons walking ankle-deep in dried, curled leaves.
They cover the back country roads, the forest floor, and my own front yard.
But, I cannot bear to rake them away, or burn them.
The dead, gnarled leaves drift down around me like confetti.

Some are in shades of red and maroon and crimson.
The color of country barns you pass by, when you are going home for Thanksgiving.
Or, those crisp apples, waiting to be picked from the orchard's trees.
And, taken, to be pressed for cider, or dipped into warm caramel.

Some are in shades of yellow and gold and butterscotch.
The color of dried corn husks and stalks, bundled together to decorate porches.
And, the fields full of bright sunflowers, guarded by straw scarecrows.
Or, like the buses and the #2 pencils, waiting for the children to come back to school.

Some are in shades of orange and amber and burnt sienna.
The color of pumpkins sitting in patches, waiting to be carved out for Halloween.
Or, like the sun setting on a cool, September, Indian summer's evening.
Or, a full harvest moon when it rises, late, into the night sky.

Some are in shades of brown and chocolate and pecan.
The color of fragrant cinnamon and nutmeg, sprinkled within my Mom's apple pie.
Or, like maple syrup dripping from my pancakes, on a November morning.
And, those acorns, fallen from oak trees, inhabited by squirrels and owls.

Autumn lasts for maybe, three months, but to me it feels like only three minutes.
So, I take it all in while I can.
I look up through the branches,
where the golden sunlight beats between the rustling leaves.
My heart beats with warmth and joy at the sight.
Even though, the wind chills me to the bone.

A long winter will soon arrive, and the world will be nothing but white and gray.
Yet, the rich, unforgettable beauty of fall lingers within me.
Because, sometimes, when the snow finally fades away in the spring, 
I can still smell those decaying, dead leaves.
Then, instantly, my mind returns to the autumn days that took my breath away.


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Viewing Life Through Lens

a traveller in wanderlust can’t blink her eyes on the splendor of the place where she passes by with a dreamy feeling she alights from her ride gazes in gape to the marvelous beauty of a paradise ambling along the green fields with bright flowers and yew trees on the side is a gray mountain standing tall in glory various birds hover above stretching their wings some animals graze on nearby spring colorful insects fly together in shapes of ring taking a halt in every minute to capture all angles with her lens in billowing skirt, once in a while sways and turns around with grace heading gladly at the other end where a jungle awaits unaware of other animals , some are wild and some are tame while wondering and looking over yonder she holds her lens, so eager to see what’s in there a mother and baby monkey beckon with a clever grin heart being captivated by nature’s enchantment feeling agog, she gets in aghast! two lions stare just in front of her one looks so kind and the other one is cruel despite her fear, she tries to capture them with her lens before running away, two caretakers dressed up like Tarzan and Jane show up saying, “Thank You Come Again.” Nov. 25,2012 by: Leonora Galinta First Place Contest Theme: Viewing Life Through Lens Contest Judged: 12/3/2012 Sponsor: Poet SandyIvy D


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Iris-w

Prized for perfumes and medicines,
Rainbow personified & God’s messenger,
Resting the souls of dead women,
Decorum of the graves,
Delight of the ancient artists.

Blooming on Minoan Walls,
Sculptured in stone at Karnak.
Living memories of the French revolution.
Clovis put you on his banner
And won over Germanic tribe.
Louis VII adopted you as device,
‘Fleur-de-lis’ the symbol of France.
Germany suspended you in beer barrels,
And France to enrich the wine,
England to give flavour to brandies,
And Russia flavoured a soft drink.

Then, plucked in a state of chastity,
Now, relegated to flavour toothpaste.

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Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

Mysterious figures springs 
.. out of the steep hill sides
Hour of mysteries and fantasies

You`ve been runnin`for too long
Now you`ll be hiding in the dark
Protected behind Mother Nature`s shield

At the break of dawn
Mother Nature, relieve my pain
This time it may very well be my last
Take this injured bird up to the mountain range 
Let it spread its wings, and learn to fly again

Soar above high mountain peaks
Colorful valleys - all from a birds eye
Its all I know.. All I ever wanted to know
Great Spirit of Nature.. keep me under your protective wings
Lift my soul and let it fly, let me learn to fly again


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

* Inspired by finding a little bird who had fallen out of its nest earlier this year.See ya:-)


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BROTHER'S OF THE WIND

Through the whispering pines, down the valley's deep
And wide, do they call unto one another, the brother's
Of the winds.
North chases east to west, as south's warming breath,
Begs to play also, once around the world, over land, 
Sea, and mountain tops vast divides.
Tag your it, not I says, the three, as they roll, and duck, 
Shifting thus for cover's airy currents, above, below one another.
The east wind is the trickster, mischievous fellow,  seeking
Up behind his brethren, than laughing with sheer delights
Gleeful pleasure, until his companion’s kindred, catch up with
Him and pick on him later.
Latitudes unto longitudes, these spiritual pirates,
Of freedoms quest, to remain as liberation's
Outcasts, to conventional reality.
Mother nature's wild children of the untamed,
Swirling divinities whom never rest or settle in
One space, air spirits tasting the everlasting flavor
Of abandonment's desire, beneath their wings of flight.
Soar with destiny's favorite sons, brethren beyond
Human reproach, except unto one another calling,
Come excel with exhilaration's, mischief makers
Extraordinaire.
Ariel acrobats ascending, descending at wills whim,
Concurring the heights currents as invisible eagles,
Than free falling towards the earth beneath.
Gliding dare devils challenging the open air,
Testing the fates of destiny's sails, to imagination’s
Boundaries without fail.  
At night fall a whispering voice, she calls unto
Them, mother nature, come my sons, it is time
To finally rest.
Yawning with their blustery breath, these tempestuous
Mischievous lads, float a loaf towards the cave
Of the winds, and dream of the chase to come,
On the marrow's sunrise.
Illusion's dreaming realm tosses aside, it's veiled
Currant unto these ideal God's, whom play with
Raw power's force,  using it's strength as if a game at play,
These brother's of the four winds, set adrift within
This realm of imagery.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN





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THE STONE GARDEN-2

Do the immortals cry, what happens to divinities
Tears, crystal shards of frozen miracles, cascading
From the heavens above, swallowed whole by 
Mother earth.
In the abyss of darkness, within caverns dark and deep,
Lies a hidden chamber, of wondrous creations.
Glittering stone shingles, that hang from cave ceilings,
Crystal chandeliers of opulence's brilliance, shining on high.
Diamond cylinders, made from the weeping heart, of a divine
Spirit himself, a stone garden of sorrows tears.
Exposed to reflected light's illumination, oh so do they
Shimmer and sparkle, rainbow prisms of color, frozen
Molecules held prisoner in status freeze.
Nay water is life itself, a living element of nature,
Creations clarity, a universe within a universe.
Oh in such magnificent beauty, lies this sacred
Vision, of this the almighty’s most secret garden.
Seeping mists of moisture rise, enveloping the
Flickering rays of lamp light, adding an eerie
Obedience to this textured display, in this
Almost blackened realm, hidden beneath the
Earth in fathoms deepest depth, the artistic hand
Of God can be truly felt.
Ricocheting light randomly strikes against variations points of
Color, setting aglow from the blue hews, to purples
Fuchsia, a palettes splashed array, bursting forth
This underground aurora borealis.
In granite's cathedral of stone, split by the elemental,
Giving birth to fusion, exposing natures raw force of power.
A blending between spiritualism, and science takes place,
To create this grandest of masterpieces, that I call the stone garden.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN 










































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THE SILENCE OF STONE


Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans
Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded
But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone.
Gray is granite, as markers grave marker, yet in times
Harshness the names that speak for a life lost, is vanquished
Do to erosion and the elemental tides of nature, thus is the
Silence of stone reinforced.
Cast down are the mountains of greatest beauty, due to
The ravishing of time, natural monuments reaching upwards
Unto the very heavens themselves, yet these are divine alpines,
Remain left in the shadow of the silence of stone, unable to speak.
Burn does not the eternal soul of our world, a cores heart of flame,
Heating our inner desire to thrive and survive as a species, but if it’s
Fiery furnish pilot light flickered out, turning our planet inside and out.
Would we be able to cry out for helps support, nay behold the true silence
Of stone.
Ideal statues of forbidden deities, stand covered beneath the
Rain forest canopies of the past, nay forgotten by their idol
Worshipers, vanquished, crippled they do crumble to the ground,
Banished Gods, in the silence of stone.
Grinding, cutting humanity tries in vain to leave its eternal
Mark, for generations in the future to know that we existed,
Carving epic figures amongst the rocky tops most high,
But we are the dinosaurs of our own mortality,
And in this venue, behold the stone remains
Silent not revealing our existence.
As the thundering asteroid giants of heaven, cascade
Ever closer to us from above, the world still casts
Rocks of ignorance against their kindred brethren,
Denying that the collision is due to happen no
Matter what.
But stone never shatters, it’s solid,
And it weighs heavy on the intellectual mind,
But stone ears remain dual of sound, again
The silence is deafening.
Hard is the rock, yet it does roll, beneath the oceans
Swift currents its rough edges become smooth, rounded
But it makes no sound; it is the silence of stone.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Hummingbird

Still, I wait.
Alone, In silence.
Listening for your whispering wings,
hoping I will hear them sing.

At last you motor past,
and briefly pause-
checking to see that you are safe,
rapidly fanning the ambience,
filling the surround with vortices
that suspend you statuesque,
without a fainéant feather.
I know you see me,
those dark eyes opened wide,
never blink.
Yet, you are unafraid.
Or, maybe hunger rules your reason,
checking flowers of the season.
You hover slightly back,
and then decide
to probe the flower for what’s inside.
Sweet nectar…Elixir of life.
You lap a little as hummingbirds do,
and then you stab another two.
Then, purr closely past my face,
Darting to another place
having had your tiny taste.

Now retire to who knows where.
A bird must have a nest somewhere.
You’ve earned a respite for your wing.
Next time, maybe, will you sing? 


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Starry Nights

Defiled by the city lights,
the stars no longer shine so bright.
I can't try to count their numbers,
or wish upon their falling beauty.
Life is dulled deep in the night
by the bustling busyness,
the need to succeed,
to forget about the splendor,
that we can no longer see.
Nature is destroyed
as industry progresses day by day,
and every night I'm mourning,
because the stars have faded away.


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in the farmer's song

so, i got to thinking
about all those words
planted in my language
where fertility grew them
to leave and stalk and pod

the farmer's words scatter
my fields like seed on clod
watered by thundering flashes
awash, fertilized and germinating

progeny seedlings, my own growth
in some time-lapse photography
writhing their creamy roots
into earthy loam and droning
on through a summer daze

into fruits of sweaty labors 
on humid chlorophylled days
silks sultry green, stalking me
through rows and rows as far
as i can see, if i squint

the farmer, suspended in time
stands with his hands in pocket
or on some implement toed to soil
and surveys life's prospects 
for this season, before the

days bake the green back into 
the humus and the cornucopia 
spills the field and orchard
this verse of the farmer's song
picked and stowed away cool

eyes closed now, ears gently
strain to hear, worldly phrasing
come from where? my larder
or some ancestor gleaning meaning
and dropping it into her apron

to carry home to hungry minds
to feed them something of today
and sustain them through a fallow
solstice and the chilled breeze

any cultivation harvested over
picked clean and harrowed flat
nearly time to plow it under again
while the farmer gazes the horizon
and sips something in his cup

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22


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Springs vision

The green’s growth is soon
to come
as sure as the sun’s shine
‘pon us heat

Yes,
the distended vision,
this truly is when, this soul knows;
the flower did so bloom

And how I devour the flower's scent;
so do I
the flower's bloom





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Peridot Renewal

August’s dry winds scorch the landscape
While I sit here in the shade of a weeping willow
Watching tiny dust devils twirl and spin along the pavement
Living heat dances, wavering gently the scenery before my eyes
While poppies and gladiolas wither limply on their stem
But the peridot sweet, with its pale green color
Reminds me instantly of renewing spring
As the sun sparks a glitter from this
Precious gift I wear on my finger
Perhaps or simply perchance
It’s why it was chosen
This transparent
Semiprecious
Form of
Olivine


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A Year of Glitter Glow

Glitter glow in fall - Giddy from the hayride that we’d just taken, we stood embracing underneath a yellow harvest moon. The sparkle in your eyes of blue matched the glorious sheen of the myriads of stars that lit that magic night when first we kissed. Glitter glow in winter - Awed by a flurry of new snow along our path as hand in hand we strolled and snowflakes decorated trees, I saw those snowflakes glisten as they touched upon your cheek softly like the words we had no need to speak. Our love was growing, glowing like the snow. Glitter glow in spring - Surprised by a sudden April shower, I trembled more from the thrill of being in your arms than from the chill. An iridescent bow appeared and stretched across blue sky. Your eyes of sky’s same hue were shining too as you proposed beneath that radiant rainbow of our promise. Glitter glow in summer - Gleaming wet from our frolic in the ocean’s waves, we lay entwined on a blanket on the beach, wearing grains of sand like diamonds on our arms and hands and feet. Your sweet face beamed with joy beneath the brilliant orange sun of a honeymoon to treasure in twilight’s glitter glow.
Written by Andrea Dietrich 11/13/11 (just imagining!) For Nette Onlaud's GLOW OF GLITTER Poetry Contest


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Tree

To feel the joy
of my transplant, caring hands
that touch my very soul,
the willing earth
where you placed me
blessed, by nature’s 
incessant role,
the warmth of your regard
like wine transcends,
when the feeling of love
surrounds me.
Oh to be here 
yet not alone, 
beneath the azure sky
needing your care, and those
rolling clouds to come on by,
to be a part of this
complex simplicity
sculptured I am, with in
nature’s moods,
yet here in this corner
of your life,
forever let this be
our sanctuary!

© Harry J Horsman 2013     


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SPRING MORNING IN THE OZARKS

                 

Slowly rising sun peeks over treetops
causing them to blush when their nakedness is revealed
Only the apple tree is dressing yet in anticipation of spring dances
Green leafy buds appeared overnight to adorn uplifted limbs
Grass lengthening and greening by the moment
displays its need for a trim
Daffodils planted randomly and profusely through the yard
by a previous owner are exploding in a riot of yellows
Unseen birds chirp happily    tweeting a new day’s greetings
A woodpecker furiously hammers at an oak stump beside my house
Sleek black feathers contrast with a snowy white belly
and vibrant red crest on top of his head
An owl hoots mournfully in the distance
Each hoo-hoot fainter than the last 
as it settles down to sleep after a long night hunting
A night of hunting    oh where are the rabbits I watch in early mornings
They hop playfully into view crunching through last year’s leaves
A doe and her fawn watch from the far edge of my yard
Waiting for me to finish my coffee and this poem
And vacate my front porch so they can breakfast at the birdfeeder
 


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(I have a pot of fresh coffee perking on the stove and comfy chairs on the porch. Come visit, sit a while and enjoy the morning with me)


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Memories etched in the sand

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers,
shimmering fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Sand,
filled with life’s memories
of nut brown days
of summer.

A soft silk breeze 
formed dunes
with our dreams 
that summer
when we danced to the stars.
My heart laced yours
listening to the sea
undulating waves of emotion
as we kissed 
on the velvet strand.

I still hear
the rhythm of the ocean.
Waves tumbling in unison,
a sweeping sound 
gently caressing
as we lay silently 
listening to sand
shifting over stone
to the faint chiming
of seashells.

My first love
a sea salted embrace
on a breast of sand.
The memories
forever held
in the sand
in glitter on my hand.


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Lake moments

Not sure what it is
about this land
that grabs you
but I was grabbed
long ago.

Trip ends today,
last night I stayed up late, 
sipping remaining whisky
as the red sun set 
neath hill's dark shoulders.

Crisp morning
up before six
lake like glass
rustle up the fire
and make coffee.

Rest of camp
sound asleep
so I solo
cast the back bay
release a hammer handle
then troll the north shore
into a freshening wind
nothing.

Move out 
to deeper water
perhaps a morning walleye
but the wind’s up, 
and  the sparkling sun 
puts fish down
still nothing.

End of lake
head back
cast the shoreline
snag a bush
retrieve the lure
test line – it snaps.
Retie, change lures, 
Tom got a good fish 
in these narrows
but today  
nothing.

Ignore my watch, 
change to a deeper lure
last point, a satisfying tug
good pike – strong fish
open water, use net
she’s mine.

Paddle back to camp
with fresh fillets for home 
and memories
of when the lake
and I were one.


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Pretty orchids

Delicate butterfly orchids
stand paper thin and tall
Perfect pout pink lip-gloss kisses
with proud protruding power jewel centre
Ephemeral Angels 
sign of life and hope
renewed strength and passion
Powerfully poised petals
gently nod affectionate ‘I love you’s’
long since they were given as gift
bringing forth renewed romantic setting
an idealistic reminder every day


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Autumn

When sunlit days
become lost in shade,
and all that was verdant
becomes windswept jade,
withering leaves become
gold and brown, summer’s reign 
at last,has lost her crown!

© Harry J Horsman   2012


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I Found a Leaf

I was walking through the forest
Saw a leaf on the ground
It looked discolored and tattered
Exhausted and dreary
So I turned it over
Was so colorful and bright
So fresh and brilliant too
I began to wonder
Why it landed that way
Or had it changed over time
I then looked at all the other leaves
So many dim and lacking color
I began to turn them all over
Until there was a golden glow
With brilliant reds mingled through
I felt so much better
And became revived
As I discovered this is the way
To start the New Year


By: Greg Stanley
December 23,2011


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UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN A parent's lament

UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

Children
   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts
 their
 
Memories	

Soar        
                 over the
                 Blood Transfusions
    		Hospital frights of prematurity
             			 of EMS sirens
                              HIV trembling tests 
   		 Asthma Tents
   	
                Breathless Worry atop cloud kissed Trees
   		
                Sleepless Nights of bully battles
  		
                Struggles with Education’s foes
   		
                 Mad Escapes from Fathers of Violence
   		
                 The teary wave good bye for fledgling endeavors
			Day night day night day night…unending
   	and

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
        for  
                    Trips
                    Technoshit
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other
Dreams
                         You 
                      Couldn’t
                         Buy.
 


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Insight out

Inner sanctuary
envision harmony and mental clarity
focus on a journey of possibility
Meditate on transformation and 
awareness of inner state
peace and healing

Constructive thought
instruct your mind
to redirect the lost and struggling inner voice
Where you can’t see the wood for the trees 
under your nose is the path of freedom 
wholeness

Put aside perceived struggles
revitalize, relax, respond
to body, mind, heart and spirit
Intuition, introspection and spiritual renewal
bring about personal healing and
conscious awakening

Stillness of mind – concentration
Thoughts of the subconcious and subliminal
beyond all negativity 
away from all interuption
To allow time for self communication and
expression of inner self

Senses – awareness of scent, sight, sound, taste and touch
Healing hands of the medical profession or alternative therapy
ambiance, temperature, oils, music, sounds and 
sights of nature or universe
realisation comes in various form and shape 
causing us to feel life in fullest expression

Connecting – whispers of wind 
radiating everpresent warmth of sun
a blanket of love and light comforts consoles over and through the cosmos
rippling infinately through infinity outwards, onwards
connecting right back into where we are at right now 
unmoved unchanged and as we were

Wise – responsible courageous allowed to let go of need to be judgemental or 
be judged 
let go of controlling enable trust wisdom and humility
intelligence of knowing others
wisdom of knowing self
strength in mastering others
power to master oneself

Energy -breath, force, spirit, soul, God, universe – 
whatever – doesn’t matter how you refer to it on personal level 
energy, balance, light, sound, vibration, peace 
centered self – stillness – silent – eternal – 
to have enough is a richness in itself
accept appreciate and acknowledge oneself


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Breathless

My eyes are all out of breath

A day such as this
                             feels the calm fingers
                                                                        ........         of eternity

In this....the morning of a new year
                             
                 change stands on the horizon


Yet, earth feels no quiver

                      ...the air
                                      weaves no motion in the shafts of wheat
                                      to mark the soundless trail by which the seasons pass
                                                                                                              
So hushed a day is this
             that one mere leaf
                     floating earthward with compliant sigh
                              would send the echo of it's whispering
                                      across the purple arches of the sky

                            can I?   should I?  even try to write a poem?
                            
                            for, who am I to describe?



                              a
                              q u i e t
                              b e a u t y
                              t r a n s c e n d i n g
                              a l l
                              e y e s
                       
                              this
                              gift
                              from
                              God



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Crackled

_ _ _ _While walking one day in crisp autumn air, 
On the edge of the sidewalk,  I saw it so clearly_ _ _ _

                                                  a worn leather wallet....
                                              (at least, I had thought it)
                            But with C L O S E R   inspection, it took no detection, 
                        .....to see my mistake, in a quick double take  
                                                                       

It was a lone, shabby leaf,............ which I gladly retrieved
It made my heart grieve................to know that time turns the leaves
verdant green, into brown.............which we can't turn around....

Time lost in a flash...................is it too much to ask, that the seasons slow down,
or the reasons are sound?              
                                                                                                                  
There was amber beneath............................... this worn crackling leaf
with some gold clinging too, ............................as if giving us clues
that our fleeting days dwindle,..........................like the flame of a candle
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I saw smoke, nearby, r     
from leaves left for burning,.. and no one was stirring, which seems quite surprising
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This    m          n d  left to smolder,      on a day growing colder* *

In the palm of my hand, it    f" l "u "t" t" e "r "e" d   to please me,
                             then it   s" h" u "t" t"e" r "e "d  in breezes, with tangible FEAR!

Above in the trees, birds were singing in chorus...
While the branches were swinging.....in sync with the verses

         "Blossom to blossom.. Green leaves are sprouting",
         "Leaves turn to rust....Then to ash in one flash"    
         "Ashes to ashes...'Till dust turns to dust"...     
      .  .  .
My poor fragile keepsake, "q"u"a"k"e"d"  in the wake of s-h-a-t-t-e-r-i-n-g sadness :)

      
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THE GRAVEYARD OF SHIPS

Beneath the fathom’s deep, in wreckage’s graveyard
Of the forgotten, here the broken bones of ships lie still,
Covered in a forest of seaweeds greenery.
Corrosion steel hauls ripped wide open, lay against ancient
Wooden beams from vessels voyages, of long ages distant past.
Faded names, render no clues reference, for the maritime detective.
But tragedies lost vessels, did ride upon the frothy foam, 
And spray above, sailing the big blues timeless tides.
Nay Poseidon's toll ti’s payed in sailors flesh, melting
Humanities dreams beneath his drowning waves.
Beauties fare, and proud are they, the crippled, 
Swallowed whole by the aquatic storms avenging rage.
Mercy's mere-angels weep thus, for the mortal souls lost,
Guiding them towards their spiritual resting place below,
And welcoming them unto their fathers kingdom beneath,
The abysses darkening depths.
Torn asunder is mankind's well hued craft, shattered
Into bits pieces, large to small, a glittering shards
Rain of destruction. crashing into the muddy bottom,
Of the under belly of the sea itself.
Deaf are the silent cry's of men, whom leave only
Bubbles streaming upwards, as their last epitaphs
Tribute for thy existence.
The devil's gardens, swim these black waters,
Turning them crimson red, sharp toothed monsters,
Feasting upon carrion discarded left overs.
Dark figures, phantom creatures, lurking just below,
The briny surface, awaiting for the Poseidon’s next victim,
To join the graveyard of ships.
Faded are their names, forgotten titles, as the paint
Peels, on the once majestic vessels.
Now they remain wreckage’s ruins, abandon to the
Mercy of erosion masterful hand of destruction.
Hear the sounding clanging of bells, whom ring in
Silences of troubled waters abode, it is the cracking 
Of doom, beware thy young lad, he whom seeks fortunes
Favor abroad, for only fools test the might of the sea,
Against thy own grit and survive.
Thus thee shed a tear for the fallen, dear lad, 
For no other will on the dead’s behalf, in thine
Cemetery of the graveyard of ships. no passages
Return tickets are given.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
SPIRITUAL-HISTORICAL
02-03-2914






  


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Aerial dancers

 As butterflies eagerly flutter  into view
Our senses unfurl with alluring sights
Engaging while imparting those  ornate designs

Under skies azure,  they entice, delight
Igniting then occupying  thoughts upbeat
 then all senses erupt with invitations that ordain  spring's ultimate, bright allure

  Yet every day invokes thoughts of sweet,
unique,  yet  amazing things
Enriching then initiating thoughts oh so  upbeat

Like aerial dancers entreating  with  invitations  that offer  hope
Until they are joined  eventually by insect throngs
of many unbelievable colors

As  butterflies  entice with invigorating  dances
  outstanding movements under sun's assuring glow
Enraptured by intimate  tunes of warblers 
upholding melodious appealing flow
                                           

Every butterfly  imparts beauty 
Only monarchs  ultimately rule, adorable royalty
 Enjoy the inherent  beauty of the universe
                                        


 



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Moonlit Buffet

Moonlit Buffet
 
Is that laughter I hear
 floating about in the air
 or the cooing of the breeze
 as it teases the willow
 to dance with giggling glee
 before the sun sounds
 its final drum beat
 and night descends
 ------------ 

Inhale deeply…..
 drown peacefully
 with pleasure
 as the honeysuckle
 and wisteria share
 their sweet potent scent
 under cover of darkness
 beguiling the succulent
 to come and play
 ---------------- 

The softest of whispers
 hear we now ……
 the hushed soothing
 sound in the darkness
 as the breeze
 gentles its breath
 and the spider spins
 another web with
 thoughts of prey
 dancing tautly,
 wrapped and served warm
 on her homemade
 moonlit tray
 
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By: Debra Squyres 5/22/12


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Woodland Romance

"A woodland path in the dappled sun hushed and quiet"

As creamy blue cloud rests on tall tender trees
Peeps of early morning sun still awakes  dossing greens
Dull dews are yet to vanish from their sheltering leaves
Silences of monastery still arrest woodland paradise
The songbirds are yet to reveal songs schedule of the day
The echoing breath of nature
Still nurture patient under slumber's custody
Only four naked legs print love on woodland moldered leaves
A perfect sanctuary for lucky cupid and Venus
As calming breezy strokes of nature
Lull perfectly braided hairs
Affection breathes rhythm to drumming tongues
Sweeping feelings conquer trembling flesh
As lips gently explore one another
Keen tender arms stroll awaiting avenues
As soft sweet moans arouse jealousy among woodland beings
'I love you' falls from ecstasy driven tongues
A perfect world is created by conjoined spirits
Where comfort nourish mind and soul
 It's now evening
 As weary sun leisurely walks home
A head still rests on sweeter-than-mattress subtle laps   


 Author: Joseph Osita
For Constance Rambling poet's contest: "Woodland Path"
11/06/2011


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THAW AT CROWSNEST PASS

THAW     AT    CROWSNEST     PASS  

Huge mountains massed and  cliffs  sheer.  It’s  March
And endless  blue  sky  cold is held back by the Chinook arch,
Snowy prairies rolling into their  thousand-mile realm  -  
The landscape  is gigantic, majestic, orchestrated to overwhelm.

But I stand and watch the lake-ice thaw,
Surprised by the tiny delicate music  -
Descant  ice -  jingling,  jangling,  tinkling
In delicate accompaniment  to the giant symphony.                                       
Ice chunks tangled in slow waves with the wind
Tiny  tintinnabulation before total ablation.
There is silence  and  harmony  around the sound,
The small melody of the ice breaking  into spring’s  chorus.




Note:   Crowsnest Pass is the southernmost way through the Rocky Mountains in Canada


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Spin of Time

The season is here
On this typical Maiden morn
 Of week days
It’s by this hour
Though slightly late
I rose to take my bath

The ointment was done and gone 
What’s more was to
Nestle on the well placed
Soft sofa by the corner
Of my reading room
And to await my breakfast
To be served.

Well has been done to the belly
What’s needed (from me) was 
After settling on the round
To dress up and find my way
To the lecture room

Alas an indignation
Though a natural inclination
That crept into the scene
When I was about stepping 
Out of the room

Here I picked up the cast 
Of the rolling sound
Escorted by the heavy gale
 At the fore
Of my chamber door 

The cloud I glimpsed
Beckoned on these 
Natural commotions
 
The rumbled 
Of this morn thunderstorm
Took me by surprise
As I felt the tremble of my abode 
As though the roof and the wall would cave in

How heavy this morning rush would be?
Certainly it’s heavy and took charge closely 
Three hours of the entire day

Blessing showery hours
Wasn’t it?
That would best be related
In the meantime
By the soaking swamp
The well wet weed
The saturated sea pool
And the colorful field 
Of bloom cherries and roses

Posted on 23/04/2013 


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The dying red giant

It stands alone
in a field of loneliness and neglect
the bright red paint has faded into a murky brown
a strict reminder from mother natures pounding fury through the years
once housing a families treasures
now only stores their forgotten tears

The door hangs lazily from its missing bolts
its hinges silent and perfectly rusted
as children we played inside its sturdy walls
now, it cant be trusted

It stands alone
the barn...
surrounded by a field of weeds and decay
tired and broken
it waits for its eventual collapse
a once bright red smile has faded
its loneliness has no purpose
not anymore


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Sea Gull's Brunch

A lone gull, white breasted pecked and pecked at flecks of snow on the ground - a curious delight this February day, but what could be found in nature's freshly poured flakes to sate the bird's appetite? She turned and soared away on wings of grey. By Andrea Dietrich/ Motif is Nature For "the Impress me with a small poem! (New / Old)" Poetry Contest of Giorgio A. V.


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Ephemeral

Ephemeral
 
Tis not mystifying, though disheartening, 
that we are simply passing shadows
…. a mere breath exhaled…. transitory
 Sunrises numbered at first drawn breath
 though each stand of hair is lovingly counted
 
A lone flower in a field of waving grass
 will pass unnoticed, once flourished.
 The wind becoming the only witness, 
to its existence, as its scent is carried
 across the meadow....fragrance dissipating
 
Swift waters of life slowly-- but surely--
 wear away our most precious of stones
 their features gently altered with time
 until the final last grain deteriorates 
finding rest, peacefully, on a distant shore


NOTE:  This poem was inspired by the book of Psalms as well as Nature and MY FAITH.


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


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A Blind Moment Of True Sight

He slowly opened the window sash
Deeply breathing the cool morning air
Feeling the warmth of the sunshine
Embracing the morning so completely
Bringing the spark of life to his face
Listening to the sonnets of Warblers
Inside the beauty of a summertime dawn…

Slowly wandering to the Lilac gardens
Resting on the soft greenery tufts
He leaned into the white purple blossoms
Inhaling deep the warm honeyed perfume
Feeling the silk tendrils upon his face
As the pure tiny droplets fell upon him
A baptism in a pergola of morning blooms…

The gentle whisper of Monarch’s in flight
Brought him to his feet in easy chase
Reaching out chasing the sound of flutter
He tumbled down the slope laughing
Laying in the flower bed he reached skyward
Decreeing the miracle of Mother Nature, he said
“I only wish I could see it”…


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Poucha Dass Meditation

I close my eyes 
locked in a millisecond
the moment before the bow 
touches the strings 
where silence has a tremor
and wraps me in darkness 
until I hear its particles 
vibrating against me
 
the bow wrenches
from the depth of the bass 
a groan from the earth
as if waking a millennia of slumber
the first note
long, rich and haunting
now coming to life 
now ready to speak 
 
legs crossed and hands limp
pay attention 
to the sources of discomfort
tension in the neck, anxiety in the chest
fatigue in the limbs
heaviness in the core
 
let this weight sink
pull down through me 
melt through me
let it drag and seep 
through my bones
until it submerges 
into the ground below
 
transform to roots 
connect me
grow deep into the soil
until the energy is revitalized 
until I am reminded
we grow from this intricate system
no different from the forest and gardens
spreading, connecting, entwining
 
the earth is booming 
the bass its voice
chanting, singing, commanding 
a mantra in a language I don't understand
but with a pulse
I can feel
and it is telling me
I have all I need
 
visualize one by one 
sources of emotional exhaustion
with each dredge up the full power 
of all feelings
feelings long suppressed, feelings of fear
allow body and mind to swim 
one last time 
before I breathe in and blow them away
 
my body is lighter, sitting straighter
a tall blade of grass 
swaying as one
looking across the field 
up to the cliff's edge
and over the sunlit ocean 
 
taste sweet scent
of wind
stretch to feel 
soft earth
open eyes 
to unending sky
focus
on what it means to be alive. 
 


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winter burden

Heavy clumps of white fall
from the grey sky
landing on wooden limbs,
weighing them down
like dark skeletons
bent under the burden
of generations of sorrow


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Rain and Rain and More Rain

On August 29, 2005, the "Rain and Rain and more Rains came", destroying everything we had worked a lifetime for.  My home that we had just finished building, one year ago, all our furniture, keepsakes, irreplaceable cherished photos along with all our cars except the one we were driving.  

The only thing remaining was our boat, "Akula" who suffered a football size hole just above her waterline. I remain grateful that her batteries were charged well enough to continue to bail her out for two consecutive weeks. These rains came in the wrath of a lady named, "Katrina."  "Akula" means shark and it would take a shark to make it through this.

I remember I did not cry like others in my neighborhood.  I felt it was just a home which could be rebuilt.  I also know it did not completely destroy Akula or I would have cried.  There's something about a man's boat that befits both sexes and that something is called "Real Love."

Aboard 'Akula" along with the Red Cross, we managed to feed the neighbors for weeks on end.  You don't need to know about the multitude of snakes that were inside my house hiding in closets waiting to strike or the wild hogs that were blown in, eating from the plentiful tossed out refrigerators.

All you need to know is that the people were not lazy  The only reason they did not leave is because all of us have heard "Cry Wolf" so many times that when a Hurricane threatens it's just an excuse for a red Solo cup party.  Simply put: If anyone had known they would die they would not have stayed.

A few weeks later with communication restored we learned that two of our friends drowned, one in Bay St Louis, MS and the other in Biloxi.  I didn't cry.  Feelings are neither right nor wrong, they just are....



Francine's  Rain - contest

5/25/13


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CRACK

Weep with me winter morning
Sing for me a solemn tune
Dance for me winter morning 
Tell me a story before noon

Crack
Crack
Bang

A crashing tree limb pulled me breathlessly from my freezing bed.
White morning stares viciously in my face, 
Lingering snow and rain turned everything into hardened ice.
Nude trees striped of their autumn leaves 
Perishes slowly under nature’s weight 

Crack
Crack
Bang

A laden tree branch lands on my neighbor’s van
Everything in sight has frozen to ice
Slipping and gliding and humming a tune I 
Broke the ice just before noon.


                                                               ©2013 Christine Phillips


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Be Still

Be Still.......

I will walk with God
In the beauty of the morning
While the dew still lies upon the ground
While the birds still sing their morning song
And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights
And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light
And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk
He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness- 

Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name.

© Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012 


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Picture Postcard




Picture Postcard The air sighed heavily as Winter rested its head on soft somber clouds lightened earlier by a sifting of rain, snow and ice. It smiled softly at the moon which, once more, made a welcomed appearance in the mantle of night’s sky sprinkled lightly with stars. It shivered considerably near the trees in the cities wearing their crystal jackets, that glimmered slightly with moonbeams smile. It whispered quietly close to sleeping houses bedecked were pristine white hats, fringed along their sides with crystalline tassels. It applauded the sun as it soundlessly arose presenting to the world a postcard bejeweled with Winter’s muse. By: Debra Squyres 01/20/13


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Enchanted

I inhaled the crisp air It smelled of life and of earth The scents of the forest Sweet and piercing within the silence There was a loneliness and an isolation There was beauty and tranquility . . . Trees gave way to fields of green And wildflowers in every hue There were sounds The twitter of a bird, a squirrel foraging It all blended seamlessly with the foliage A perfect silent harmony . . . I heard the sound of rushing water A waterfall falling over cliffs I let the water trickle on my hands Cupping them to drink the sweetness Below glimmering rocks rested And silver fish swam . . . . Suddenly the sun was sinking And I must leave this enchanted glen . . . Written September 30,2012 For the Drunken Pen, Round 2 Contest Sponsored by Joanne Grisette


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A Quiet Time

No words to say
No songs to sing
The voice has gone numb
The mind refuses to run.

Letting my eyes dance away
Upon mountains and valleys
My ears listen to the concert
Of the hidden spring and the birds.

No thoughts to convey
No sounds out of my mouth
Quietly I listen, absorbing the beauty
Upon which my eyes feast, and my heart beats.

I hear your voice 
Speaking softly to me
Of words that feed and color
My life with love and splendor.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 10.03.10


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Stargazing

Day gives way to night 
The darkening skies
Come alive

Magic flecks across the dark
Twinkling to their tune
Music unsung

A canvas built on dreams
Vibrating with wishes
Secrets told

Glimpsing into the unknown 
Neither here nor there
Just being



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Cheers and Whistles

I awaken to a lark’s song
 In early morning’s misty light
 Spy it on a branch, softly shaking
 In the gentle breeze, its fewer leaves
 Turned yellow gold
 Surround her so pretty,
 Her song to me. Yes, I know 
the lark sings to me 

Its cheery new day song,
 As if there were no tomorrow –
 It whistles in the evening 
as if there were no
 Yesterdays. Soon it is joined
 By another, oh! What a lark!
 What a pair they make!
 I remember those same two larks
 Not far in the past –
 
Last Spring, they stood together proudly
 Day after day and through the summer; he
 Could go nowhere without her.
 He, was the one who sang to her
 Each new morning, the one
 Who courted her till each sundown,
 Up to twilight when she fell asleep.
 
He was the one she couldn’t do without,
 The one she could love forever, together
 They had built the nest for their offspring
 Now grown,
 Now gone.
 They’d been inseparable from day one,
 Even bickering, just two souls
 Disagreeing - still, he sang
 To her in the morning, sang to her
 Under the setting sun, and
 
In the autumn of their life
 They sang together, cheery
 As if there were no tomorrow
 Whistling, as if there were no yesterday.
 
This morning
 I let out a sigh
 Remembering so well
 The dream I once held
 So tight.
 Will it come to pass?
 The answer came
 From the larks song each morning,
 Cheery, as if there were no tomorrow.
 Whistle in the evening,
 As if there were no yesterday,
 And I sing each day
 With faith.
 I whistle each evening
 To not let the sun go down
 On the morose, My love,
 
I will not let you down.
 
CarolineCecile - 10.12.12


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Nevermore


O impetuous Muse surround me
with ashes of moody youth
Recall silken moments,
 uncertain, where 
marbled words wrote
an elaborate history.

Nectar thoughts,
 not moments, dappled drab
where ruined feathers in darkness dwelt.
Ornate  years of passion, spilling fire
allusive to all consuming ire.
	
When summer spoke,
when spring day-dreamed
and Autumn kissed me with
gaudy leaves.

Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world,
 solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.
 
Blithe, dramatic, reckless dreams
 flowing with precocious,
 peculiar streams
 Luxurious with sadness,
 time’s cruel wheel
  rolls vast recollections 
 that slowly  yield
 cold, closed canyons of
endless  truths,
touched with the starry
  kiss of  youth.

Suzanne Delaney


for Harry















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Himalayan Sunset

The young men sat, planted under the overhang
like the pansies and geraniums that surrounded them in boxes,
as the rain pelted the terra-cotta terrace.

The mountain air was sharp with the taste of lightening.
Having bid farewell to the arched shard of a rainbow across the valley,
they sat tensely watching the celestial bombardment of Katmandu.

The lightening stoked the day’s heat, 
thickening the early evening sky like the yogurt they’d eaten for lunch.
A home-made rice wine poured freely over their tongues
from an innocent looking water bottle.
Their eyes turned garnet with the harshness of it. 

The bottle sat with its tattered label, upon the arm of the white chair.
The wine within tasted faintly of the gasoline,
yet, they reveled in it, and the freedom from deep seeded societal traits,
it freed them from.

Overhead, the sky was draped in a bridal veil of stars;
as I emerged from the room to sit beside them.


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Shell of a Nomad

I wanted to be alone tonight,
to shuffle my thoughts in the ocean's breeze,
when the sun sets sail, with the lights going out
While I search the sky, in my solitude 
and ponder my  place in the scheme of things...

I wonder again, how I fit within...
How the dreams I dream, and my many wiles,
fit into the human chain

In my lone meditation, there rises a sigh
with a windswept aria, reaching my ears......
while one turtle I had noticed, is unmooring itself, 
heading back to the ocean, without hesitation
not asking for much, not even for reason why

I watch him slowly swagger along,  no rush to marry a shell with the sea 
And envy how strong the urge can be, knowing his place in the throng
His cares are so few, and with years to go, such tenacity captures me

I wanted tonight,  to be alone with thoughts, alone to doubt
alone with my questions, and alone with my fears
To hover in the shell, in the cave of my tears 
To ponder my place here among the stars.....
Of time and space,  the archaic shores

Unmooring myself, across the sands
If the turtle can see it, then I'm not alone
in this span of a life, there is a journey long...
a destiny that the nomad just knows



__________________________________
7/28/14  For Cyndi's Contest: "Turtles"


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Rain-Scent of Clover

One does not weary of the scent of rain nor mind the weeping after thirst for change The rain at last, that finally tiptoed in We almost missed the laughter, but for leaves That murmured quick surprise along the eaves And tapped with splatters on the window-pane But having heard, we left our cozy place And stepped outside to drink the fragrant air And feel the slope of rain upon our faces We heard the patter of dripping trees Against the chatter of the laughing breeze And watched the rope of silver fall in casement light with balmy incense, carried swiftly in the night We witnessed how it quickly scampered east Without a glance or chance to wipe it's feet Away it flew in fickle flight So brief it came, to quickly cover the leaves and grass, most likely us with showers, sweet, before our sleep and leave the scent, a mist of clover
......................................................... 11/13/13 For Nette's Contest: Fragrance of Rain Carrie Richards


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You Remain In Me

You remain in me.

Like how the stars remain in the sky,
hidden in the light of the sun
yet shining in the darkness of the twilight. 

And like a seed 
thrown on the golden autumn soil
and embraced by a blanket of snow,
you remain.
When suddenly, unexpectedly blooming 
with the first rain of spring.  

You remain in the depths of me.

While in the midst of passion and my racing heart
I see your face.
Then outside it drizzles,
but inside it rains.

And just when I thought
the slightest echo of your laughter has faded,
just when your song
stopped running in my head,
I'm awakened.

No more.

You're not with me.

Yet still. 

You remain in me.


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Amethyst

It is the pure mystery of amethyst
that inhabits my world
It glows in dawn light along
 receding shadows.
Cool, enticing it embraces my soul
Adds those  fresh dimensions to trees 
in  rain-swept meadows.
Everywhere, I see its shades repeat –
in the marbling of shells -sheen on a bird’s wing- 
veins in a rock - flower petals -
I wrap myself each morning in its lighter shades-
 cool,  lavender chiffon, and you come to me
the magic of amethyst in your kiss.

For Frank Herrera's Color Contest


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The Season is changing

The Season is changing


Like every thing of life, the season is changing,
The water laden clouds are vanishing gradually,
Leaving space for the scattered yellow pink and white,
The birds are chattering on green branches of trees,
Before the leaves turn purple or gold or get pale to leave.

The season of summer heat and tiring humidity,
Is gradually transforming into cool blowing breeze,
The Sun is spreading its golden treasure so lavishly, 
Spreading its wealth of gold dust, on the wondering clouds,
And throwing rest of its treasures, on fields, forests and hills.

Hey, look the Koyal* is lost in its melodious singing,
To celebrate the joy and mirth that fascinates it a lot, 
Without thinking for a moment, about the by gone past,
Or pondering in worry for a future, which is not,
Singing and singing only one day it would get lost.

From the North West, the new birds have started showing, 
Their appearances, while clanking their wings in the sky,
And forming shapes of alluring elegance and beauty,
As a lovely guest they come, in the bunch of sky necklaces,
To make us realize that the season and the life too is changing.

Ravindra

Kanpur India 5th Sept. 2010

* Koyal.    A singing bird of India like nightingale.
  

  


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My Strength

There is a calling
to the inner depths of me
when I look at the 
majesty of Your mountains.
Quiet and serene, they still me
as I am reminded once again, of You.
You who spoke
these mountains into existence
and are my Strength. 
          AND
The Strength of those who
safely trust in, lean into
and rely upon and
confide in
YOU.


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Sepia Photogragh of a Redwood Stump

 The human spirit needs places where
nature has not been rearranged
by the hand of man
Author Unknown

Sepia Photograph of a Redwood Stump 

A metal rail now mocks the space
where a massive tree once rose
two hundred feet.  And there’s a long
 stairway, and a sign, and a doorway
that make up ‘The Stump Hotel.’ 

At first glance, this roadside attraction (c. 1910)
is more reminiscent of an amputee
whose prosthesis could never recapture
the living limb, or a whisper of the spark within. 

Think of the many tourists who stood
here on this altered stump.  Did even one
look up to see its phantom trunk
 rising to the moon?
Suzanne Delaney

http://cathedralgrove.eu/pictures/05-7-03.jpg


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The Mountains

In the musty mountains crevices
covered with overgrown foliage.
Trees hang on the edges
grasping the sheer rock
of these aging towers
 that reach for the sky.
The clear pristine waterfalls
flow endlessly, cascading downwards
Into the cool blue pools below.
The water creates a rainbow
within it's downward spiral.
Sparkling water sprays
 sprinkling
all that lies in it's path.
As it flows the downhill slopes,
it veers and runs to the canopy
of forest  below.
The water along with it's cleansing rain
are nature's refreshment.
 


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Love declares His Love

Love they say is a many splendid thing-

Love wove for me
Such a fine necklace
All gleaming with tiny droplet pearls
That hung from a sheer gossamer thread
Dazzling in clear beauty
Glistening in the morning gold of the frosty morn

Love sings for me the finest song
From the golden throat of a nightingale
Like the sounds of many violins
Stringing a tune of lonely times and long lonely nights
when he waited and listened to the wind for my whispers
Of loving response

Love shines and twinkles in the midnight hour when
Declaring on heavens evening robes where
Jewels dance across life’s moving screen
Love declares His undying passion
For me

Then dawn rose from a heart on fire
It lit the garden with morning sun
Radiant-wearing the finest perfume
And colors of the rainbow bowed
In memory of our first lost embrace
The King waits anxiously-
For my smile and my heart.

© Brenda V Northeast 28th July 2012


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Tadpoling parts 1 and 2

part 1 

We bend low under over-hanging branches
lit by reflected river-light gently shifting. 
Our boots suck the muddy bank.
We wade into clear water
the dappled up-light playing 
on our  serious faces.
Intent on our task
hands plunge. 
Cold-shocked I gasp.
You hold your jar steady.
I scoop mine.
Triumphant in a shower of icy prisms 
we hold our prizes aloft,
laughing and shouting,
water streaming down our arms,
jars teeming with tadpoles.
Faces pressed close 
to these underwater worlds,
we stand transfixed.
Each reflects a small disc
of sparkling  sky.

part 2 

April trees rake scudding clouds.
Far away farm dogs bark
at wind-snatched shouts 
of bird-nesting boys.
Somewhere, a cuckoo calls.

In the back garden
a blackbird stakes out his territory.
Ignoring him the cat purrs,
yawning in the sun.

While unnoticed 
on the garden table
beside a upturned jar, 
a sprinkling
of flattened tadpoles
commas
drying in the sun.

The bored cat
saunters by,
her tail held high
in the shape 
of a question mark.


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My Unique Line - C R

standing alone...in the center of our own universe

          while over us, an early autumn sky, newly washed by rain

               holds a circle of the harvest moon dripping flawlessly, with amber tears....





The romantic side of me, wants the moon to be an emotional witness to such love....ahhhh!



(For P.D's contest)


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A Message from West Texas - Recited

She sent me a message while I was walking Mr. Reilly,
She said “Look up, and tell me what you see.”
I thought I would impress her with my poetical ways so I answered,
Bus zooming by…
Brown leaves on the sidewalk ahead,
And a shadowy figure that Reilly and I will soon pass,
The smell of the Indian bakery warming my insides on an autumn evening.
“I love fresh bread,” she said, “What do you hear?”
Crisp slate grey sky,
And the wind gently shaking loose more tan and brown leaves,
And cars sliding by,
Each with its unique sound of tires on asphalt,
 Creating its own steady hush.
She then messaged, “You’re very good at this,
I’m going to read that again!”
but I went on…
A few drops of cool rain,
The rain here, even when it’s pouring,
Seems to be made of a lighter liquid.
It’s not the hard thick drops of a West Texas down pour,
And it’s almost disappointing when
I don’t have the residual layer of dirt on my windshield after the rain,
Almost.
They say there is thunder in the springtime,
But I suspect they don’t know what real thunder is,
Here in California.
In the West Texas springtime,
When entire sky is filled with all the mountains,
That are missing from the landscape,
You can feel the power and,
The threatening posture of the storm,
But you take up the challenge and face the lightning,
And it fills you with excitement,
And if you have a lover,
It is during these storms that your fantasies come true.
Silver flashes across your lover’s skin,
Passion filled faces caught in the strobe of lightning,
And the pounding rain beating on the windows.
The mix of cold wet air, 
And the sweaty heat of deep kisses and breath.
They don’t know what they’re missing here,
In California,
But I do,
And maybe someday I’ll have her.

Michael F. Lewis
11/29/2012

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ToCr_Xo1LPk


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in memory of a rose

your velvety blossoms
slowly withers away
once tender roots
have now decayed
at the thought i cringe
such insidious disease
gradually infects
each and every leaf

moldy black spots
crinkled stained edges
your magnificent growth
gradually suppresses
your unsurpassed beauty 
now fuzzed up and gray
crinkled debilated stems
a dull distorted array

shoots barely opened
leaves now curled and bent
such unforgettable moment
your petals soon descend
your spicy scent has drifted
such sickly brittle vein
Flowers now discolored
and left to thrive on pain

after months of nurturing
your once marvelous display
the thought of you slowly wilting
has left me in dismay



*My theme is taken from Constance's Poem "in Memory of a rose"*


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Just wait and see

I am going to be a star,

I am going to out  shine you by far.

Around this galaxy, I will swing ,

From a little nobody, to the hottest thing.

I am going to be a star.

First , a little faint and dim,

As I gain power,

I will be shining to the rim.

I will come in like an explosive boom.

You will see me shine very soon,

I am going to be a star.

An explosive volume,  yet unheard,

I will out shine all the stars, even those yet unheard.

I am going to be a star.

The hottest thing at night,

Truly , a beautiful sight.

I will be the hottest in the galaxy ,too.

Just wait and see in a million years or two.


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Moments of Healing

* This poem was inspired by Alexa Brus and I want to dedicate it to her.  Thank you 
for the inspirational photos, Alexa.  Love you, Carolyn



day-to-day anxieties require decompression
miraculous healing powers await
courtesy of Mother Nature

strolling through the field of daisies
I make my way to an enchanted forest
flora and fauna unmatched

hiking through the shady trails
canopy of cedars above my head
remarkable wildflowers and ferns line the path

tension releases as I hear the stream
toes dip in refreshing cool waters
summer’s heat alleviates

stress disappears and calmness overcomes
beauty of a Canadian woodland
fills my spirit with peace and joy

heading home in late afternoon
I emerge from the woods
finding God’s artistry in a sky of flaming splendor

my escape
     my path
         my connection to the glory of creation


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Something About Water

Something about water:
Ancient and ageless
The precise quantity since the dawn of creation
(Give or take a few space missions)
Partnered with Sister Sun and Brother Moon
Constantly recycling and returning
Gently raining down upon us
yet rising up in outrage and fury
Flooding the hapless, helpless land
Destroying our false idols
Obliterating our arrogant Towers of Babel
Washing away our filth
Reminding us who is in control...

Something about water:
Quenching my thirst
Pulsing in my veins
Showering me; anointing me
Cleansing me...
Busting forth and gushing from my eyes
Washing away my sins
Cleansing me... 


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Tree Rape

Scarlet and golden etched,
autumn leaves reflect summer's apprehended glory
incised in deep veined images.
Released, they sigh earthward like final breaths.

Sharp pungence ripens , musty tang,
a piquant vaporous mustard milked
from forest loam's black breasts
beneath heavy kneading tread.

Sudden, determined winds attack
raping writhed skeletal remains;
stripped spring's green clad darlings.
Feigning innocence,
the gray storm fiend curtains guilt
beneath pure, snow white overlay.

August 2, 2014
Vibrant Verse 2
Charlotte Puddifoot, sponsor


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Distant Thoughts

Would You rather I be in church today Or enjoying the enchantment of Your creation Mesmerized, I inhale nature’s fragrance Bible on my lap, open to Psalm 19:1 As the shy, golden Thrush Emulates a chorister Declaring the work of Your hands His flutelike voice resonates Bestowing music through the forest Here I feel closer to You, Lord Than I do within brick walls Your majesty surrounds me Accept my prayer of gratitude For the splendor of Your gift Life in every plant, every creature I linger here for hours
*Written May 28, 2014


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The Universal Man

I shall live and die By my own accord Only my God may judge me To him I've proved my worth I am still here fighting It matters not what for On my ship of righteousness Headed for waters unexplored The clear night sky will darken And the clouds seem ominous I take heed to the sure signs From them I won't digress They are in the way of my dreams And hopes that fill my sails Like the wind from my heaven Keeps my skin tough as nails Evil comes to tempt me I am not immune Sometimes I play the hero Other times I'm just a fool Either way the choice is mine I make it with my free will For that's the gift he gave me And for what I fight for still The government is coming To bring a chaos they call order The line has been drawn Between two sides there is a border I feel myself being torn To choose a fate in stone Let this be a lesson Why I wander on my own Minds can be controlled I see it every day The weak wills fall like dominos That lie littering my way An obstacle before me I iron will it to the end And when the devil comes to dance with me I have already started to transcend into everything around I am the universal man my true form I shall disguise I am hiding it from this great Satan they say will come for my demise I know he will find me maybe he already has in a long gone nightmare that my soul he stole at last if I remember correctly I can't say I recall ever escaping his grip or did it ever touch me at all?


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Wrapping the Night in a Table Cloth, Stars and All.

soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
explosion
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I barely fall without a fight
and candles dim
and lights grow white
I know the drill, tonight's the night
I lick the summer off my chin
and grab September, and head on in...


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Beauteous Bones

We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day 
which fills the heart with awe.
Such days of silver ice and blue white snow 
the lancing spears of ‘cicle formed
awake are we to majesty, that all too soon is gone.
Gone in graceful austerity, a loveliness all its own,
the white of skeleton, these beauteous bones.


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Waiting for a Bus

The darkness ends
gives way to the dimness that descends,
the moor land mist mingles on ceremony
a subdued veil strokes the trees.
Dewy webs glisten
in reams of silver thread,
while rushing waters flee 
over rocky beds.
Shadows appear from out of the gloom
the queue just gets longer,
Number 76 to my destination
is running late (Again)!

© Harry J Horsman 2012  


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Spring's Sweet Reality

She wanders to a dream, a place Where weeping willows brush her face Beneath the branches bending low She's walking where a garden grows Grass gently sways, as cool as glass And timid blows the warming breeze, That fetches shining hair with ease With wisps of gold, which fly astray, Like meadow flowers, in yellow maize A melody of larks, that sing Of promised spring....of pastel things An amber sun, a basking glow, Who ambles by and whispers low Of meadows green and rainbows too How much she longs to bask again To warm a face so pale of skin But then, once more the threat of chill Upon a cheek, a breath of ice And snowflakes land upon on her lash They startle cold, like morning ash, A northern wind that stings her eyes A thief will snatch her scarf away, And thus her dream has gone astray And once again her dream has died Yet distantly, there lies in wait, A springtime place, a promised fate A path beneath the willow tree, Where sun peeks through the velvet haze Where flowers bloom and meadows grow, And larks sing lovely lullabies The earth will wake, to be a dream A dream with sweet reality
____________________________________________________________ For Francine's Contest: "Winter Begone" 1/23/12


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I Stole My Neighbor's Jasmines

Today I stole my neighbor 
Jasmines growing over the fence
I was too vulnerable to resist
Since the foreclosure of my first garden.
Any fence makes good neighbor
Alright,
But don't you see
Trees and flowers will not stand it
They keep hanging over
Littering my primordial joy
With fruits and blossoms
As if to pay
Whatsover flaming sentinel that prevents
My eating from the tree of life again
So I walking there
Seduced by the naked scent of air
Recovered amidst the gushing bloom
Of jasmines hanging over the fence
A memory of nights
I shall not own again
And crushed by my mortal sense
Of spiritual penury
Before the white innocense of a flower
A reached up
As if to pick something no longer there
And in a moment of desire
For good
I, some evil, by choice accomplish
For my neighbor shall seek the gushing bloom
And find they are fewer there
I stole my neighbor's jasmines today.


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Where my flowers are

They are along the edge of the woods,
in the meadow along the mighty river,
in a little crack in the drive way,
in orderly spaces in well groomed gardens.

They are in old, forgotten cemetaries,
in hedgerows along schools and shopping centers, 
in ballfields, along ponds and ditches,
they popp up on cliffs, on top of windy hills,
in an old and abandoned flowerbox,
or almost empty clay pots.

They grace parking lots, the side of the highway,
they wind up mighty trees, fences and gates,
they thrive between the corn, wheat and barley, 
they climb old barns, forgotten homesteads,
they spread out when left unattended,
to mark the spot a family once, 
so many years ago, took pride in owning.

They are a prophet of seasons to come,
they are a splash of cheer and color,
they are visited by bees, bugs and butterflies,
they soothe us with their eternal scents,
and they always bring a smile to my face.


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Distant Thunder - A Shan-zi Poem

Water ripples On the pond surface Concentric circles Of perfect shape Raindrops plopping In rhythmic grace Announcing the storm


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Crimson in the Sky



When morning comes and grass is dewed, I look beyond the window's view
The crimson sky, announces you

You spread a warmth, with revelry, you take my breath, you capture eyes
Old friend, possessor of a splendid red, you tint the clouds while passing by
O morning friend, of rising sun…reviver of my midnight bed!

Over the rooftops, over my lawn, over the crest of the early dawn

Warming,………greeting,…………….skimming along…….

You come each day, to blush my face, your gentle fingers know the way
From morning’s path, long past noon, from east to west, a well worn task
You race across the time and space, an ancient clock, while keeping pace

And as the twilight comes too soon, you blaze a trail with redder hues
And ‘tho I know how soon you’ll go… I wonder why I miss you so…?

My brilliant friend, O' setting sun, it’s time to wave a sad farewell
I wonder why, when fading dim, you play for me, a sadder song?

Yet, still I’m here, in silent awe, to watch you burn away

Slowly………fading………………………………………gone
       
                                                                                                                

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41 Thunder Storms

The earth trembles in fear
As the sky goes through yet another rough time
Tears falling from the sky
Falling on me, as I walk into danger
The cool breeze calming my spirit
The whispering wind telling of her (depressing) story

Its beautiful to me
The earth is alive yet again

You have the darkness
Which turns into light

You can't have a rainbow
Without any rain


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Gifts from the Tide

Constantly she toils 
in the darkness of the heaving sea
gathering treasures into her aprons deep;
twice a day she knocks, panting,
at the shoreline’s wide stretching door,
and scatters her abundant gifts
for vagabonds like me to reap.

October 24, 2014


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In the Weeping Willow's path

I will never return,
Not even when the willows grow.
Not even when a distant bird
Sings my soul’s departure.
I’ll be alongside the river,
Tracing the few years of my love.
I gave my soul to this ancient stream,
Where the willows plot in silence.
They want to take my core
And carry it over
The fields, the skies, 
Across my mind.
And I shall let my darling tree
Snatch my heart and take it far,
For no one else to 
Grab it all over again.

I’ll endure the Willow’s magic
And contain my spirit
Within her bark, within her leaves,
Releasing my poison into the water.
She’ll guide my spirit
Into the Summerland,
Where I’ll rest by the
White Willow’s side.
Then I’ll be the child of nature,
Daughter of the Weeping ones,
Resting my branches 
By the river, on a rainy evening.

And I shall weep
Every time you will,
And wipe your tears 
With my leafy fingers.
I’ll be your undying guardian
And your oldest friend,
Enchanting you in the land of dreams.
I’ll be the willow on your bedside. 


© 2009 Stefania Carmen Misaila


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Nature and I

Nature and I
are alike,
What's in her
Is in me:

The fire,
The water,
The air,
The earth;

We create,
We destroy.

Eternity
in her bosom,
Creation
in her womb,
She resurrects herself
every spring,

Why do I die?

(An Afterthought)

Do I indeed die?

What do I become
When I die?

Fire?
Air?
Water?
Earth?

I'll be one with Nature!


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Dancing to Wind


My cool unseen choreographer  
I bow and sway to your directions. 
O sonorous wind friend of willows
In your moments of frenzy and calm
I like a tree move to your whim -
Plucked like strings under a maestro’s finger
I quiver, become taut again, waiting 
To hear you whisper 'dance with me again'.


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Woodland Brook

Soft at first, the melody grows louder as I near The carefree brook skips through the wood Singing to herself, laughing at her song Warmed by the sun whose golden fingers Dance upon the surface, and caress the ripples She meanders aimlessly, exploring, embracing I am taken by the silence that surrounds me No sound save the waters lullaby Her symphony floating lightly o'er the glen I bask in the peaceful essence of the moment Nature, christened in her flowered gown Applauds the melodic serenade
11/15,2011


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the flying monkey

there once was a flying monkey who didn't know what to eat.  so he ate the old scraggly poop hanging from his butthole.  His friends thought he was weird but i didnt. i do that all the time.  it tastes good.


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DANCING IN PANDORA

I live in  a faraway densely forested habitable moon,
orbiting in the central Alpha Centauri star system.
I am a blue-skinned sapient humanoid,
and a pride of Omaticaya clan in paradise of Pandora.

I own the beauty of  precious gem, a diamonds that glow.
Glistens like a crystal water softly flowing in  a stream.
I love to ride in a back of Toruk, my flying dragon friend,
While embracing the love of the man, my avatar king.

The nature is where my heart beats...
I love the scent of  flowers bloom in the field.
And enthralled my emotion with the song of  birds.
Then make love with the avatar in the midst of forest.

In the land of Pandora, I cherish the love that I've found.
The gift of goddess Eywa, our life has sustained.
Value every single tears that these eyes held,
Then give all my strength to defend the beauty of our place.

This is where I  found the man who changed my world.
I treasure every moment that our eyes met.
With his hands I feel secured,his touch made me stronger .
 His lips I surrendered all the love I can share.

Nature and love , an eternal power from within.
This world has a lot of precious things to offer.
Come to me, let us dance in the psalm of breeze.
And cherish this divine freedom from within.


Inspired by fictitious character of "Neytiri"
from the movie "AVATAR"
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Epic




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MOUNTAIN SCENE

MOUNTAIN SCENE

In a distant cleft
Inaccessible
In that shadow region
Too steep
Even for mountain sheep
That’s where I now mentally wonder
Where I wander
Deep beneath the glacial flow
Where many an age ago
Some thin-skinned tropic beast
Perished in the slow advancing snow
Now the sculpted peaks surround
Like tomb markers that sky
Overlie that time so long gone by
And the valley copse of shrubbery
The boulders from one of which I spy
This awesome grandeur
Blithely push and weigh
A virgin landscape’s hopeful, bright new day


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Refreshing Spring Showers

After a soft spring shower last night, the air was washed clean
And saturated mother earth brings to life nature's bounty
Wisteria, Jasmine, and Azeala's scent wafts perfuming the cleansed air

Last night's accompanying thunder and lightning
Brought nitrogen that restores  green to grass, plants, and trees
Now renewed shades of green dot the rolling hills, dashes of soft color those spring greens  

A gentle zephyr stirs the leaves refreshed from the moisture and rich nitrogen air
Now hidden within the once barren limbs a tiny bird's nest nestled with care
Soon baby birds will emerge to feast on seeds nourished from this spring shower

A gentle spring shower is a blessing for man, earth and beast
Refreshing, restoring, and nourishing so all will be able to eat
Spring showers put in store water to carry the earth through summer's heat

Out on the porch to enjoy air washed of pollen, cleansed, and refreshed
And hear the birds sing at their very best
Last night's soft spring shower assures their life will be blessed__

Sponsor: Russell Sivey
Contest: Spring Showers
Written this twelfth day of April 2013


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Monarch Butterfly

hanging from the foliage
in your hundreds
repainting the leaves
in bright shades
of black and orange
with your waterproof
gossamer wings
of four inch span
so fragile and 
yet so strong
enabling you  
to journey south
across america
from canada to mexico 
breeding new generations
as you travel 
thousands of miles
with unerring accuracy
to the exact place
of your birth
to breed
a new generation
that will initiate 
the process for 
the return journey
to the north
in due course
you are indeed
the monarch 
of butterflies


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Summer Sounds Surround Me

I sit here in the park amidst a carpet of green speckled with buttercups and daisies
A pale blue sky above ceilings my room as I close my eyes
as I open my ears to the Summer sounds surrounding me
Buzzing encircles me as bumble bees in picnic mode
collect the rich nectar from the sporadic yellows and whites

To my left in the distance I hear the distinct sound of children playing in the parks
swimming pool
Shriek's that would cut glass are consumed by the vast expanse
Water splashing resonates through the air as if carried on the Summer breeze
Chimes appear from the distance as a frenzy of screams shout
Mam, dad it's the ice cream van
Suddenly a quietness descends as I picture children and adults
licking their ice cream nectar like thirsty hungry bees

To my right I hear the distinctive grunts of my daughter and her friend
emulating Flushing Meadow on the local tennis courts
The odd yell of congratulations from watching spectators breaks the scene

As I turn my head again in radar like fashion I zoom in on the aviary where gorgeous
budgies are kept
I can picture their greens, yellows and blues through my closed eyelids
This little community chirp endlessly as they flutter in organised commotion
Delights of aw echo across the flower beds as they are absorbed in my
consciousness

Modern man interrupts this tranquil scene as metal birds noisily
roar overhead whilst bodied engines reverberate reminding us of the mechanical
world we live in
My own little world this Summers afternoon comes to an end as my daughter and her
friend return with vociferous tones
I open my eyes as normality returns
We gather our belongings as we head of home listening to the cacophony of modernism


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I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,
What ripped us asunder
I wonder...why friends fade away,
I wonder...why death is our destiny,
And as we experience our final day,
I wonder what will become of you and me

I wonder, with eyes dilated,
Why this day was to be so fated...
When all I saw was you walking away
Or your soul released from here...
I see the suffering of Rene'

Our lives are short,
I wonder what ought
To have been,
Is there some reasoning
For the the ultimate sadness
Towards which we spin?

I wonder if we'll ever understand
What it's all about
I wonder, and wonder,
What was God's plan grand?

I could have redone this life
And accomplished so much more
But now it's too late,
For death approaches my door.


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Winter rain

Have you ever taken the  time to watch rain  fall in winter? 
See the beautiful symmetry of it; listen to the gentle splash?
    Watch the lacy curtain of moisture against the background of winter 
darkened trees.
 Drops, like shiny gems, are clinging to graceful branches. 
Others, growing in size until they are too heavy to hold on any longer, run down my 
windshield; their path erratic and wiggly. 
   There is so much beauty in Nature, even on the grayest day. 
It is in the peaceful pitter-patter of the descending rain. 
In the gentle ripple that appears as it enters a puddle.
 And in the heavy, leaden and mighty clouds that travel our wonderful world.


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Water

It's clear
Like your tears
It's cold
Just like you heart
It's translucent
Like your soul
But it
It satisfies people
You don't
It helps people live
But you're better off dead
It keeps people clean
But you're too dirty to understand
One sip can be so refreshing
But you drain the life out of me
Water is something you'll never be


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Spring Showers

They bring new life,
Revive the old,
Spring showers,
Wash away the snow.
These showers make me happy,
When I am sad,
They water the plants,
Both good and bad.
My favorite thing about them,
Is they hide all my tears,
They wash away the pain,
Of all my years.
I don't like these showers,
When I want to go outside,
Because when it rains,
I have no place to hide.

Spring Showers
4-12-13


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Winters Eve

The day pales, kept alive only by the radiance of the snow Fading rays cascade across the pristine fields Casting shades of pink and blue in final tribute to the day Barren trees, ice coated, catch and reflect the pastel hues Their shadows reaching out in search of evening Bidding farewell, the sun rests its head upon The bed of clouds, just beyond the horizon Sinking slowly behind the distant hills Drifting into night, wrapped in darkness Dreaming of a bright tomorrow
11/18/2011


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September's Quietude

As September shadows appear
All creatures prepare for winter days to come
No calendar to tell them of advancing time
They just know it was planned that way
One by one the leaves of crimson and gold
Of dying browns fall from maples, oaks upon the ground
A note of regret, a bit of melancholy enters hearts
At the first hint that summer is over
That winter's voice is soon to be heard
The shadows of September whisper
Final vows to the dying year
But seasons come and go, melting so noiselessly
Significant in their silences
One into the other
That our thoughts keep forward
There is a note of permanence in all the moves of nature
She goes on, mindful of man and all his dreams of spring awakening


In honor of Brian's "One For September"


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Buttering Toast For Everyone

The crescent moon overlooks
The pink taffy sky as it melds 
With the grey mist that rises 
From the creeks and gently rolling hills

I read a long time ago
To avoid criticism one should
Say nothing, do nothing, be nothing
But even in doing that one gets criticised

Many politicians say a lot
Buttering everyones' toast
But when it comes down
To doing anything worthwhile
They are like a phantom, ghost, or apparition
That disappears at first light or close observation
They have to hide in shadows
So that their half-truths, lies, straddling of the fence is not found out

So how can we learn from this 
What can we do with our lives
What can we be, say, write
If we say, be, write then can we
Follow through with action

Moon is getting fainter just a bare
Silver almost hair
Against the very gray-blue sky that mixed
With the mist of the earth two have combined
Seemingly forming one body

Duty has called me from the carefree moments
That exist out on the porch as the roosters begin
Their crowing, the crickets have quietened,
And the birds have begun their morning chirping
And life calls me away to do the responsibilities of day


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A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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You know my torment you hear my cry

Watching the television
Reading the news
I ask not for your views
your case for war is farcical
Your indifference to human suffering is immoral
Yet you call yourselves men of faith and children
Of the clothe
You place your anger on vests of death and drop
Your bombs from birds like rain you kill and maim
And say its in his holy name
To feed your never-ending thirst for greed
You cut the green from the equators belt and clear
The forest to add more wealth
You leave me no clean air to smell
And then you persecute my life and so deprive me
Of my rights and when I rebel and demonstrate
You steal my vote
And filled with hate you lock me up behind
Eelectric gates
And when the continents of ice tell their story
Of immanent demise
You show no concern as winter begs for something cold 
and summer has no layer to hold Its scorching heat 
now uncontrolled
You know my torment you hear my cry
Deliver us from lying lips deceitful tongues and
Genocide
But you turn your sightless gaze aside
The winds though hear my plea and come with
Vengeance as they blow and the rains fall torrential
As they go
And twisters twirl in lands they do not know
The seas lash out with anger in its waters rising
flow
And the earth trembles as the mountains rumble
And fire comes from deep below
Your buildings now come crashing down
The land erodes to only rock and cost you billions
To put them back
And caged in temples of your conceit
You sit and wonder why
And Mother Nature smiles in the aftermath
Of your demise


Earl S. Jackson
Aug 2006



Copyright © 2006 Earl S. Jackson, all rights reserved.


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Northwest

Joined mountains and blankets of forests
Where the sun dances just above the breeze
Deep inside the past and positions of clouds
Following branches and roots to the inside of the earth
Meadows and crevices, climbing alpine heights
Freedom in the wildflowers and fields
Memories tangled up down long dusty roads


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Night Poem

It waits...
A prickle about to lodge
In the heart of a Mighty Light

Above the low-dipped setting sun
The Knightly Night prepares to come

To lift me like a rising fog
Up to greet the countless stars -
That twinkle at a Sun's descent.

The horizon painted with lullaby
Of colours and their somber tune
Day's bed is laid behind blue mountains
And quietly it goes to sleep.

Inside the womb of a Sleeping Day
Begins a fierce protest 
of dreaming thoughts
Now stirred awake.

Then out of the thick and cluster
And whatever dangers of flight await
Newborn wings of thought emerge
And rise and rise and rise
Captured by the winds of Night -
Arisen

To wander heights
To kiss the skies
To dance to the gentle humming
Of spirit drums -
Wings beating
A duet with the breeze.


So when day comes breaking through
Dawn is greeted by what was writ
At the festival of it's eve.

With merriment's ink: 
A Kiss; 
A dance; 
A song etched deep: 
Art carved out of sky.

Title: Night Poem


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If You Can

if you can, subside your fear. help someone in need. There are screams, the voices of millions; I want to close my ears, instead I listen. A drop of dew rolls off and splatters like an ocean on the earth at my feet. Who cries, a planet lost? build a bridge or fill a gap. give a bead of sweat, hold a broken bone, give a drop of blood. smell...the rotting flesh? hear...the cry of the land? There are screams, the voices of millions; I want to close my ears, instead I listen. A drop of dew rolls off and splatters like an ocean on the earth at my feet. Who cries, a planet lost? touch the face of the ravaged. see the signs engraved ahead, taste the salt in the atmosphere. come weep with me. how do you measure the loss when even Angels cry? How do you weigh a tear?
14~10~2014


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Dry Season

Thick white clouds
Retracing posture
Atop the layers of earth;
Foggy shrouds of white
Overclouded landscape
Clogging the sunlight
In blurry unclearness.

In brown faded bushes
Lies inhalations of dryness,
Catchy like the gasoline
In simple lit strikes
On matchboxes;
Spreading fierce fires
To four cornered angles
On grassy fields.

From silty bits of soil
Hovers clouds of dust,
Distributed casually
By several printed steps
Of slippers and rotating air.

The echoes of the wind
Screams with concurrent whirl,
Stirring up particles
In fiery harsh voices.

Innermost in the terrain
Glares cracking every way,
As the dryness sucks away
Final surviving drops of moist,
From pores of skin surfaces
And wooden doors.

Thence, in customary shrinking
Of shriveling leaves and bushes
Prowls the reptiles, fleeing away
In untiring searches
For cooler comforting abodes,
Resting forevermore
To the swift slashing cutlass
Of the cautious hunter.


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Birdsong

Birdsong

Skies of the brightest blue
Uncluttered by pollutions
Birds circle overhead
Looking for a place to roost
Males with their bright colors
Looking for a mate for the spring
Chirping into the cool valley air
Songs of greetings and invitations
They echo off the trees and mountains
Combining into a symphony
Males and females meet
They sing and dance into the early evening
Joining together in an ancient ritual
And life begins again


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Ancient Winter

A Pileated Woodpecker skewers through
The golden mirage of fall trees

Leaves dropping from frosted beginnings
Rush my glance towards his perch

Loud knocking races my blood
Fumbling with my camera
Never captured

History on parchment proclaims freedom
Offering hope to all who taste the
Coming winter

To all who taste
        
      The 
               Coming 
                    
                        Winter



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U-R the calm to my storm...

Unrest is the tempestous,
world seems out of favor...
malignant beseem the superflous,
sour,ill-tempered neighbors...
But...
The grass is always greener,
at your side of our choosing...
you've made me a believer,
love's hallmark unites fusing...
You are,
The soft to my hard
a sheath for my sword,
like whisperings of a bard
you are the calm to my storm....


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Fall is a brewing

Outside October perches it's little feet
upon summer's fading scenery,
replacing marigolds with mums
and swapping tiki torches
for dimly lit jack o' lanterns,
illuminating midnight
with another seasons mysterious approach

and I cannot help but wonder
if fall had a heart,
to whom would it belong
(a fallen leaf,
the moon's cycloptic eye,
or perhaps someone of human descent)

an owl gazing restlessly
at the cool, autumn sky
seems to be interrogating God
with the same, single question
who, who, who

but no one answers


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THE MYSTIC ROSE MAJI

The light aglow does shine, within the wagon train,
Many voices sing, to the tambourine's enchanted beat,
Playing along the fire warmth, of their encampment.
All together their rations share, with one another, breaking
Bread with an evening prayer, over warm cider, to keep the
Nights chill away.
These are the lost people, searching for a homeland beyond
The horizons hidden path.
Can you hear the echoing sounds, of the cricking wagon wheels,
Or the wind chimes, blowing in the timeless mountain breeze.
The last wagon is the smallest, it contains a precious prize,
 Of the Gypsies,
She is the magi woman, the heart of her people.
Fragile and bent with the curl hand of age, yet wise beyond
Her years on earth, a wondrous creature at one with nature.
Many winters passage have her eyes seen,
And felt the springs warming breath against
The raw flesh has she experienced.
 Blessings birthing, and sorrows burials, has this
Lone woman been present for, the tribes
Precious Magi, named Mystic Rose.
Lean does she, against a willow staff,
Walking generations ancestral path,
Remembering a cultural heritage, past
Down by mother unto daughter.
Within this living monument of memories,
Beats the heart of a wondering people,
Whom have cried an ocean of tears,
Yet do they not realize they are freedoms
Children, knowing a liberation beyond
Pains and suffrage ultimate dream, to be
Free without boundaries limitations.
But she knows, the Mystic Rose Magi,
So see guides them along the well hidden
Venues, to the valleys evergreen, keeping
Them safe from apprehensions heavy yoke.
For they are the gypsies tribes and she
Is their precious gift the sacred Magi,
Named the Mystic Rose.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Free Persimmons (revision)

I woke 
to the billowing curtains 
blowing in the breeze,
and the scent of jasmine 
just outside my window.

This once perfect garden is sparse:
the unkempt grass,
the bougainvillea, and
the persimmon tree that we all loathe--
an over-abundance of ripening fruit.

The early morning sun
casts a hazy pillar of light 
on my bedroom floor.

Don't wake me up.


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Touching

Walking down the evening avenue,
I look straight ahead, and see
The sea of people part before me. Each
Rushing in their separate directions, not making
Eye contact. I want to reach out and feel
For myself that they are real. It occurs
To me that nothing, no one, ever touches.
It is as if we are all surrounded by impenetrable bubbles,
And we spend our whole lives
Passing, avoiding, maybe brushing, sometimes even 
Desperately touching
Each other—
But we never make real contact.

Surely we are not to blame.
The structure of the very atoms that build this world
Betrays us. Strong cores, positive and inseparable,
Surrounded by a frenzied cloud of negativity.
Like charges repel, and electrons
Will never swallow their pride
And kiss their neighbor.
So our bodies are left hovering
Over the earth, our hands hovering over
One another, a mother’s lips hovering just above her
Child’s hair. Even in our most intimate moments
We are all separated by this thin, impossibly small layer
Of nothingness.

It is cruel, and yet, there are good reasons why 
We cannot touch. 
Touch and witness the crumbling of things,
As the chasms that hold us to together close
And tear us apart. Witness as flesh
Melts into flesh into the Earth.
Witness as the Earth melts into itself, 
Into space, into the greater void.
Touch and witness an endless chain of nuclear fusion.
Witness irreconcilable sameness. 
Witness chaos.
Touch and witness the end of everything
That you longed, for so long, to touch.
All this and yet, the ache remains.
Is it any wonder, that we all feel incomplete?


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Honey to a Spoon

the night sky wavers in your frosted light
imaginings of ever after cling like honey to a spoon.
you face the earth as sister, smiling coyly
from the cratered depth of dimpled cheek and chin.

edged in the kohl of Cleopatra’s line
your brows appear to question even starlight
your oceanic orbs dry of tears still twinkle
in the remnant asteroid powder of eons past.

beauteous Luna purse not your lips
let reflections of a brighter hue let glide 
across your roman countenance so bold
and teach the fiery sun of catered glory
for it is you who rule when day is done.


*dedicated to my muse Rhonda!


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Dancing with the Stars

Mother Earth bearded with trees, 
Blanketed with skin of sod,
Her stony organs composed
of caves, caverns and caches, 
Banking precious minerals and gems.
Sustained by the Solar system surrounding her,
and nourished from relished rescources within.

Her ferocious fiery heart
Pumps high pressured molten blood 
Through vast veins of ledge,
Bleeding it from mountain pores, 
Crater wounds and fissures 
on her ocean floors, 
Causing salty Tsunami tears 
to ripple across her cheeky shores.

Her face wrinkled with the majesty of mountains, 
Dimpled with canyons and crevasse,
Stained with grasslands and Savannahs,
and spotted with veneer of velveteen moss.
Pimpled by hills leaking with raging rivers,
bathed in cascading waterfall showers, 
and crystal blue water lakes.
Animated by nature,.. her soul, ..her DNA

She adorns her antiquity
with shocking arrays of multicolored wildflowers, 
Delicious fruit, a vital ensemble of vegetables,
Herbs, artifacts of energy and natural wonders;
Creating an electrifying, atomic, atmosphere
to stage her exotic creatures and precious beings.

Adorned by a circling celestial priceless pearl,
An exquisite orb as ancient as She. 
She, this blue planet, 
Center of her spatial stage,
Unabashed, pirouetting, posing,
Tilting and lilting her charms, 
to a universal audience of retreating astral beings.

She, spotlighted by an extravaganza of stellar luminaries.
She, Earth, so powerful, energized, extraordinary, 
Mesmerizing, distinguished, mysterious,
Thought by many to be the godess,
Star of the Show...

And yet... 
and yet ..she herself.. 
and All of nature..
has been ..
CREATED.


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That Slow Green Burn

Fire at the edge of the world.
Eyes deep within the shoreless forest sea,
Witnesses of the most ancient ways
Watch smoke rising from the approaching front
Of treeless, naked land
Stripped bare by blind ambition,
Quietly await the end.

Five thousand acres a day
The last great garden drifts into the skies
To join the circling storms that once nourished it.

The fires lick and crawl their way
Into its green heart.

Fire is eating the soul of the world
Reducing the face of its childhood to ash;
- Behold here the sorrow of Eden's last relic
Becoming the charnel-house of Creation.


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In the Shallows

           I bent over to touch my toes
               and the ground tore open like a backbone.

I tried to feed myself the sky;
to splice my tearducts into the universe 
so that, when the pavement cried, it would mean something to me.
My fingernails punctured that slimy membrane
congealed with stars, 
and I brought a slice of it to my lips,
hot and slippery like a jellyfish.
Peach juice, chalky-sweet, flowed,
fleshy particles snagged in my teeth,
and the colors erupted within my mouth.

Synthesia took over my lungs.
The hollows between my knuckles flooded with synovia
and all the ectoplasm threatened to separate from my cells
with a sound like thunder.
Diphthong tasted rusty like leukoplakia as it tiptoed across my tongue.
Tomorrow rose like the skeletons of trees, 
groping for a feeling similar to catharsis
[catharsis tender as the broken wings of doves,
crunching underfoot like shattered glass.]

The clouds opened their thunderous maws
- teeth snicker-snacking, lamplight-eyes flaming the color of E#'s -
and consumed me.
I felt my skin turn to something other than skin:
thick and rough with scales,
my fingerprints melting into something waxen, smooth and opaque,
like pomegranate kisses on coffee mugs.
A feeling ignited deep in my structure;
cedillas blossoming like lilies from my lips,
fragmented sentences stretching taut as guitar strings
between my thumb and forefingers.  
A flutter gentle and demonic as Calcifer erupted from my system
- splattering hot and frothing into my hand -
and fluid rushed in.

   I dared to taste oblivion,
       and the sky swallowed me. 

My lungs failed to be lungs.
They flooded with caustic matter,
and I coughed up reflections sharp as fiberglass;
fighting with organs phthisical and sore.
I struggled to find a way to describe it:
the feeling of consuming something greater than yourself,
of opening your eyes and tasting the sound of rain.
It was like swimming, 
but inside out.

            I bent over to touch my toes,
              and my spine tore open;
            the loose laces unraveling, veterbrae poking out
          like the tines of forks.
            I tried to contort myself into the beginning,
              but I only found where I end.


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WHAT DO THE STARS TELL A LOVER'S HEART?

Profound silence
felt and revered,
stirring an awesome emotion,
which stillness repeals
whenever brightness shines;
and the primroses' scent spreads the delight
of the mild season.


What do the stars 
tell a lover's heart...palpitating
in tranquility, amid shadows
that advance with the pretty fireflies?
Dream, and reprieve from the loss...
hoping that love doesn't lay at rest,
but chooses to celebrate
'till after the evening, and tell romantic tales.


The invisible crickets chirp, 
somewhat awkward to the ears,
I'd rather hear the coos of the owls,
which are richer and more harmonious in sound,
but where are they in this darkness, unless
they are mating in the willows of the lake?


Our blanket is spread on the wide Sheep Meadow,
with a superb view of those Manhattan's skycrapers,
towering over us as sentinels in castle's towers.
Juliet wanted to taste this freedom,
embracing and kissing her handsome Romeo,
not fearing anyone intruding in her paradise,
unwilling to leave anytime soon;
and unruffled, she would continue to love him.  


What do the stars tell a lover's heart?
Accept the lovely rose that he offers you, and adore it,
because it has no thorns, to make you bleed in despair;
Sing with him a beautiful sonnet that Shakespeare wrote
for his lover who crossed the Atlantic ocean,
when ships took months to reach America's shore.


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Beinn Nibheis - Scene 1

I sit and pause, looking at the sky blue ceiling above me. White vapour cotton wool clouds
gently float like water lilies on an upside down pond. My humble seat, an igneous rock
from the Devonian period. A glaciation past has moulded this comfort to rest this weary
climber. I am in fortunate delight as this skyscraper of old can turn nasty with nature.
These marvels can unite and lure unsuspected hikers, and draw them into a weather world
they have never known. The gulley's and faces of this quite wonderful Munro hide
challenges and dangers for all who dare climb. Many have been lost as they become
disorientated, as natures weather closes in.

The ascent route to the summit on a day like today is quite wonderful. The beauty of the
glens, with their sporadic mix of andesite and basaltic lava mountains, rival many a range
on our fine planet. Many colours explode on the surrounding canvas. Greens and beige's,
greys mingling with red granite masses. Screes are in evidence, a sign of the range ageing
as natures seasons take their toll. Plant life carpets the slopes, where grasses of sorts
mingle with the purple and white heather. Ferns from a prehistoric age fan out catching
the breeze, like Sea´ ferns´ in the ocean.

As i climbed, at various intervals i would close my eyes and listen to the calls of the
wild. The sporadic bleating of sheep, as if echoing through the glens. Crows and their
hooded cousins fly sorties looking for carrion of such. Suddenly they scatter, as royalty
makes a welcomed appearance. As majestic as the King of the mountains can be, a Golden
Eagle glides on the thermals. His subjects looking on from a distance, for fear of
angering him. Rabbits, lizards and even sheep and lambs, bow down in whatever chambers of
safety allows them. As graceful as he arrived, he leaves. Slowly but slowly, the lookouts
of the species declare their haven a safe zone.

This climb has certainly given me a thirst, as the thinned mountain air leaves me tired.
Nearby a small stream offers a weary climber a much needed tonic. This pure fresh
translucent chemical substance quenches my crave, with a gentle splash over my sun beaten
face, i feel refreshed to a point.




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


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Wild Horses ~ {a septolet}


beautiful bangtail
spirit untamed
racing tumbleweeds
thundering
across mesas

stallions wrestle
under night skies...


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Once The Domain Of Birds

Beetles, most likely, felled the giant.
A gruesome deterioration,
of a quiet magnitude,
ravaged inward.
Until, in the cold night,
root structure surrendered
from hardened ground,
to a misery of horizontal dust.
And where once the domain of birds,
was glorified above,
now gives shelter to ants and grubs.
Golden bark breathes no more.
A deathly gray instead petrifies,
the deceased former shade giver.
And yet as cell churns to molecule,
and molecule devolves its complexity,
soil enriches.
Earth becomes fertile.
And the dust again gives way to life.

 
     



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Lemon Drop Licks

Suspended like a lemon drop
 on the tongue of night
the moon melts 
on the clarinets keys

Haze, ever present,
 on this humid September eve,
blurs the edges of reality
calling forth images 
	of sweet beginning
the howls of wolf..
as the sax soars
and the warmth of blood.


A firecracker night
sparks
	spinning in lamplight
basking in blue velvet
humming with the whir 
of cicada's
with the brushes
on top hats.




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Lizard hunting

I. 
In the orange land, 
the sidewalks race wild with them, 
postured like statues of royal gardens 
the marble lions 
amongst hibiscus limbs. 

II. 
I like the smell of them, 
earth warmed dirt 
and fallen honeysuckle 
baked 
beneath the Florida sun. 

III. 
I poke with 
one tanned fingertip 
where the flesh 
cocoons around their 
soft belly, 
it is like 
the open sesame 
for lizards. 

IV. 
The open mouth of a lizard 
has no bias 
it dangles on ear lobes 
like Coco Chanel 
classic in style. 

V. 
When separated 
the tail becomes an asp 
wrestling with the truth 
of it's loss.


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The Trees

They  sway amongst the clouds and azure skies
majestic giants
enfolding my spirit in the webs they hold

I feel the utter strength they posess
as energies are drawn up up up through the core
into tender branches that touch the skies

my child climbs onto the back of one of the giants
held in an embrace
that is both awesome and serene
while she
overlooks the paths the little
ants take
far below.




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Mountain Poem

I love sky I love trees
and sometimes I can feel the breeze.
I feel like I can fly
With the wind pushing my hair back so lightly the trees are waving
My hair is swaying so is yours as we glide together
as we watch the sunset go bye
and once again I can feel the breeze
the mountains are high
so so high
they are so high
see them see them
yes
to protect me as I walk across the lake
I love the lake
it is so big big big big
I love big
do you like big?
I like the mountains
do you?
they are so straight like a statue do you think?
the mountains are high in the sky
I love to just watch the sunset go bye
so quiet and slow like the clouds I soar through the sky
I love soaring through the sky


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Reaching for Peaks

The ponderous fog lifted early,
now the widening bounteous blue
makes its presence known,
my feet stay on the ground,
but my eyes climb an upward
journey passing slowly in review
and as big as passion itself.

I'm gently carried to another height,
a caressing contentment and quiet period
where the depths of inspiration
seem limitless among the sculptural
mountains that slope near, then
irregularly lift and fall, and beyond 
every heightening, a new heightening waits.

Resting on the mountaintops, one huge
cloud with scalloped edges of mighty
morning shine, and lingering high above
are the smoldering sunbeams, therefore,
ranks of gold in scattered grandeur
are put on view wherever it falls.

A wandering river coursing unhindered,
alongside, verdant fern that's spread out
like green lace, but also sated
pines in their stateliness of movement.
Reaching for mountain peaks so that
serenity stretches out its sensors
to relieve any inner restlessness or 
turbulence while steadying my hurried pace.


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The Logical Bird Sings A Logical Song

A single bird rests above
Singing over and over again
The same notes in the same logical order
Again and again
Seconds, minutes, hours pass
The song never changes
Doesn't it know what is around it?
Doesn't it see the world below?
The grass and flowers
The small dogs yelping as they chase a ball
Doesn't it see the two people in love?
The two who want a beautiful melody
A melody that matches they way they feel
Soft lilting music
Notes that match the sound of the breeze
The distant waves
Does the lonely bird care?
Does he see the reds, golds and yellows of the sunset
Muted by grey skies
Chased by true blackness
Do the notes reflect the sadness of a sunset?
Hidden away
Colors lost never to be seen again
Or do they just repeat?
Again and again
Until the grass, the dogs, the lover and the sunset
Fade into the darkness
Into a distant memory
And the bird, still singing the same notes
Never realizing that he is not fully alive
But knowing that his music is still logical.


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Sung

Tears that
Sings upon contact
Of long-ago songs
Of grief and joy.
We forgot the words
And the music
And even their existence
But the tears remembered.
Encased in each droplet before
Connecting on a surface
And exploding in a thousand
More drops and
The music flies free.
Rain.


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If you had a name (An ode to loss and water)

If the lovely breeze had a name
we could drift together as two dandelion wishes
floating wanton on foamy winds.
If the river were rolling, gently
we could slide in and swim
for hours, without rushing
and love is like that.
Love is like still water
standing so deep in a vessel
 yet so easily broken upon the smallest of stones;
scattered, and yet-
from this another river begins
(as you begin)
How lovely if you had a name
I would call out to you
and I would hear your reply as
the wind blowing, the water rushing
and not your echoes
 as you trickled across so many small, jagged stones


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A RAINBOW OAK

oh ageless one in your stance of green your curtsy of orange in your generosity of gold your mood of blue oh ageless one erect in a manly deep brown the woman with yellow hair your black cummerbund your fluffy white hair band mighty oak how you awaken my genders how you fill my palette mighty oak the creative you inspire the words you extract the music you incite the paintings you draw from me


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Sunset

Sunset,
One of nature's most brilliant
display of colors.
The time before darkness 
when the sky has lost the sun
but has yet to find the stars.
When the sky becomes
God's canvas freely painted with 
brush strokes of yellow red and gold.
As the brilliant light of day
begins to fade into the night,
the sun relaxes and prepares 
to sleep knowing darkness waits.


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Strawberries And Unknown Girl

     Strawberries And Unknown Girl

Strawberries grow unaided in the field
Green, red and magic on the day
Sentinels stationed; they speak kindly of the Sun
And sometimes of an unknown girl
She’s there just out of reach
In the air, partaking of sweet pleasures
Years collect themselves in silence
Still sense her song and mystery adrift
Along strawberry rows aligned in history
Those corridors of time in endless days at play 
And there she stays a fair young maiden
A constant unknown wonder to this day


Entered in - "I Love Rock N' Roll" Poetry Contest 11/14/14
Inspired by: John Lennon and The Beatles 
The song: Strawberry Fields Forever  




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My Soul to Hold

My Lover,

Take my soul—once more,
 
Forget me not, as daisies trodden on
 
Which on the hill is found.
 
I am a weary way-worn traveler,
 
Onward bound to my native shore,
 
Desperate seas I roam alone,
 
Waves of clouds I chase away,
 
Island mist upon my face,
 
Let us meet—once more.
 
Grasp love’s newest breath,
 
Say you love me true,
 
Warm and freely I give to you,
 
My soul to hold—once more.


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The Purest Music

    One fine day as I was traversing the green,
in the last throes of Autumns'  twilight.
I sat upon a flat stone,
overlooking a trilling brook,
to ponder the meaning of life.
As I sat ,and thought,
the soft chimes of music,
from the water spirits,
lulled me into a dream state.
Some where in  that liquid crystal,
stubborn stones are worn smooth,
by the passage of time.
Elsewhere the fluidous mercury,
rushes toward a cleft ,
a water fall.
Bringing forth melodies,
never to be reproduced ,
by mere human hands.
As my lids grow heavy,
I'm awakened by the flash of silver,
denizens ,  
silhouetted by the last rays of the setting sun..
With regret its time to leave,
as I turn to go ,
a misty rainbow is captured ,
by the fading beams of light.
I smile, at peace,
the promise ,
the sun will once again ,
eclipse the horizon.


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Soul Walkers

The walkers ... aimless and ambling,
stagger, strut and stumble toward
their solitary scenarios.
An occasional erect form jogs
the stomping sound of feet submerged
in the staccato hum > the rapid fire buzz
the blaring horns of traffic.

The colors of life appear random ...
as flashing retinal after images
on closed lids, constantly 
refreshed by rubbing.

A geometry of pretense
is etched into the forebrain of the fragile,
for all walk ... the sane, the insane
the righteous, and the negligent
the skeletal structure
correlating and communicating
the random pattern of life
to the Universal eye
from this earthen plane.


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Love To My Husband

I am drawn to you like
The stars to the midnight skies
The Earth to the burning sun
Water to thirsting flowers

I am comfortable with you like
An old pair of boots
A faded pair of jeans
My favorite sweater and scarf

I am at peace with you like
Sitting in a boat in the middle of a lake
Taking a walk in silence in the country
Listening to rain drops fall in the dark of night

I am alive with you
Like the laughter that is uncontrollable
The heart that goes thump, thump, thump
Running through wildflowers in the wilderness

Every ounce of my being
Mind, body and soul are riveted by you
I am alive with you, free with you,
comfortable with you I love you

Heather Mirassou


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What I Am

I am just a figment of your mind,
You create me, and perfect me,
I become your every dream.
I am just a wind that is passing bye,
I carry no emotions, only stories,
That my Ancestors whisper to me.
I come and I speak,
Like the White Buffalo of our tales,
Here and then gone.
I lend my essence to heal, 
As the rain does for the land,
Though I could easily destroy. 
I am just an image in the smoke,
Dancing as the [Ga lv quo di] pipe,
is passed from one to another. 
I am just the beat of the drum,
The call in the night,
As you dance around the fire.
I am just the feather of the Eagle,
And that is all that will be left of me,
A memory of a dream.


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Stars In A Night Sky

The Goliath reaches deep underground,
grabbing a hand full of coal
Crushing the black rock in his huge maw,
polishing it to gleaming diamonds.
Flinging the treasure into the ebon sky.
So at night we can look heavenward,
and enjoy  a million stars
 in a midnight sky.


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White Darkness

White Darkness

Here is a world where time stands still
And days are countless, years unreal.
Here is a world of snow and whiteness
Where nothing grows and things are forever.

I look upon a thick white sheet
That neither thickens or thins away.
The air is cold, yet it does not freeze
Ice won’t melt or carry over.

Walk as I may the blanket, no way is clear
The white world is round like your own.
Yet is has no seasons or reason to change
No escape I know of for now.

So things are dark and things are bright
Who said to be blind was sight dimmed?
The whiteness of a world like this
Leaves me breathless, still and done for.


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Lithaniel and She

The dark wood is breathing blue,

   and sense do I a sweet sound

   of larks and their legendary love,

   and sweeter scents still do I

   drink of Apollo's bidding,

   'neath forest roof and billowed sky,

   Lithaniel upon her woody heights

Aloft  'neath crest of moons,

   and a yawning lake of crimson trim,

   wedded and blushing,

To sunsets red as soft sylph lips,

   and dawns to dream of her beauty;

   easy solace stretched out in all her glory 


Many times have I entered her house 

   once bitter,

   guilty of lesser climes,

   drunk with evil;

Yet for the unfailing footpaths 

   winding with lilac copses,

   ' et le gentil colline'

   sobered a fool and his silent darkness,

   tamed to truth at last

No joys for my labors,

   nor dull love gives me pleasure

   with her arms empty to another,

   a 'new' perfume to rouse envy;

Lithaniel's decor of sheen forests

   and rolling solitude remind of her;

   my hands touch leaf and wind,

   yet not she....

Her soul in the shadow of all things,

   her sweet breath in the waves of fields

   and birds in flight grin of loss -----

   such sorrow to grieve her while she lives!


Never could I have her always

   as sure as my sight does see

   beauty arrayed and stretching to lime seas;

   love must go its way....

   hazel-eyed with tears....

No pain could I hold her still,

   us now too wild with death ----

   kisses gray with ancient love,

   her hand cold and unmet


Lithaniel I must leave,

   as her ----

   as she of old loves,

   dreaming in the woods....

   yet I dared to ask her,

   many a memory past

   ' Come, walk with me once more? '


Once more we walked Lithaniel's

   summer purge, cruel to a point

   with bright hope at noon;

Children, and mothers and fathers ----

   and a white and black swan 

   leaning still as two in swanny kiss;

Some new love is more the day,

   fresh as spring rain,

   the sun seldom takes leave

   blinded by old clouds, but clear to smile

   as a baby's glee;

We have wandered too far.....

   there is no soul to each,

   no soft peck and tickled whisper....

The world glows as some planet-god

   no more,
 
Though I held her for a time,

   in some strange wind,

   she is gone -----

   forever walking the setting sun

And Lithaniel weary with sleep

   (the company of moons I keep)

   Keeper of the elder love,

   to soft shadows and sleep

  (night shall be my gracious host)


 (A finale to an old flame)


   


 


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Tears Of Serious

            Tears Of Serious

Two rivers of silver approach you at a time by crying
Taking on water in rain as they serpentine by around black rocks
And other fears that gather up about their banks
One silver moving wall of water is shallow in its depths
Remains nameless all the same, once again, then evaporates
Hides, mourning on the shore and then it is no more
The other moving liquid body flows by, goes by Serious
It turns in pain, winds around the landscape meanderings
Serpentines, absorbing rain and young children to its depths
No one knows why the river runs so long so deep
But there are tears in it originating from old faces
Forming on old mountains as they trickle down, cascading
Tears of Serious are created from many deaths
Now in her depths   


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Must It Be So?

We were sleeping
When the dirty water
Came rushing down,
Drowning our arrogance
And releasing our fears
Into the atmosphere.

We were stunned.
Ravaged by consequence
Melting around our feet.
Disorienting panic
Was devoted to the air,
Igniting exhausting anarchy.

Pandemonium ruled
This day
While we were rendered speechless,
Ruined by our own
Inability to escape
Such confounding spoils.

The dirty water rose,
Bringing indignant death
And uniting a new breed,
The best and worst
Humanity has to offer
To this brave, old world.

Voices lifted into the molten sky,
Crying for help
Beyond comprehension,
Catapulting an echo
Even as it occurred 
Around the globe.

Why must it be so
That man’s integrity
Is tested by disaster?
Why must it take
Such extreme devastation
To wake us?


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The Standing Stone

The stone stands alone it seems
against all weather and wane.
No one to share the vicious rain.
No shelter from wind or snow.
Storms come and go, the stone remains,
a little battered but tall and proud.
The kiss of sunlight warms through,
easing the cold dampness away.
The love of the moon lights the night,
not so alone is the standing stone.


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The call of the wild

Tall pines line the misty mountaintops
Crusty ridges surround the hilly wonder 
The sun sets with a spectacular amber dust
Night covers the lonely valley 
With the wild call of loons 
Mystery and life flow here together 
Above the stars whisk through the skies 
With the illusion that they can be touched with a stretch of the arm
The moon sits with its eyes beaming on the land
Its shadow turns the lake into glass
Glowing eyes of the night appear in the brush
The air changes as the night is settled in its deepest hour
Cool breezes brush the tree limbs as they dance 
Hooting of the owls can be heard from a far
Night brings rest to the weary 
A hush falls upon the early morning 
As the sun creeps its way behind the mountain 
The first light of the day has brought warmth to my face
I am in touch with nature



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In Heaven's Sakes (A Rainbow for Jonji)

Blue rainbow in the sky
It is such a beautiful day
In this colorful rainbow
you can see all the colors
blue and white and green and red
so yellowy,  kind of...

So, the sky you wrote
So, the sky you blew
Blue sky, you heavens, blue.


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Waiting It Out

Desert display
as Saguaro's spiny arms
raise to the darkening blue sky.
Days of heat waves
chase Ocotillo flower buds
drooping slowly in the mauve air
very still ... and then,
with the distant rumble of thunder
and a flash of lightening,
comes a first drop.
Coming fast, the rain begins
a flood within the gulch
and there, from nowhere,
from the nothing dust,
from the ether
reconstituted
as out of a mirage
appears by the side of the road ...
a toad.


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The Amber Light Of Dusk

The Amber Light Of Dusk

What power does it have?
An amber disk rising in the eastern sky
Born when the world was young
It travels a never ending path
Bringing light reflected from a distant star
It brings light to the darkness of nighttime
Yet, its amber light casts a spell over the planet
Smiling down it looks over a sleeping world
Lovers look upon it with wonder just before their lips meet
Every kiss is better under that amber light
Moments later the amber light turns grey
The disk rises in the sky and shows its true nature
Grey, lifeless and starkly cold
Still, it inspires poems, stories and songs
But, it is no longer romantic as it passes overhead
It is just there orbiting a life filled planet
Sharing its amber light for a few moments
And then it is gone


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The Late Night Storm

The Late Night Storm

Looking up in a stormy night
Lightning flashes across a dark starless sky
Thunder rolls through fields and cities
Such energy released on a sleepy Earth
Ancient trees explode in massive fireballs
The amber light of the fires blend with the white heat
Casting demonic shadows on lifeless walls
The beauty of the storm becomes nonexistent
Boundless fear overcomes nature’s beauty
The storm seems to rage forever
Flashes, thunder and wave upon wave of rain
Pounding into defenseless ears
Forcing its way into the primal instinct to flee
The beauty is all gone
Fear has destroyed every vestige
Covered under blankets we hide
Waiting for the storm to end
Hoping we will survive the night
After hours the bravest look out of their shelter
The sun is shining in its entire splendor
The storms have long since traveled to the east
Fears go back to rest as we see the world
The beauty has returned




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Snowflake

Sometimes to no avail
You struggle to be different
Like snowflakes you fall 
Believe you are vindicated, distinct and exclusive
With innovative design and crystallized mind
Attempting to impress everyone with the hand you have 
only we all have the same cards
Razor sharp edges and frosty images
We are slush after a too many Sunday afternoon
Deteriorated with a warped spinal column and a stone-washed mentality
Liquefied by last season's snow boots and plowed to the side most of the time 
Human quality is overstated and overrated 
the world is far too over populated
we are all the uniform


snowflake


with carbon bonds, hydrogen and oxygen 
I doubt my DNA complexity is what makes my soul mine
We are all hypocrites, benevolence is only to benefit ourselves
When you come out of the cloud your eyes are misted and your judgment’s 
twisted
With age it doesn't get better only you assume you grasp what you require
But really you've been programmed and proselytized until you do not know what 
you desire

We come out with different intentions and modifications but I’ll see you in the end
Still that damned snowflake condemned 


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Earth-Man Song

Earth-Man Song

1. Decrescendo

The rhythms have been set
in the distant blast, light years past
we knew the cadence of a jerking crust
even tempos in the swell of lava underneath
harmonious undulations of liquefied iron ore
mixed precisely in the inner core
the lyrics waters murmur condensing 
in the atmosphere or trickling from a spring
voices of surging or ebbing seas
-- pulses of the earth once converged in 
our infant soul. 

But our pompous blast in not too-distant past 
silenced the melody
Too many refrains about our divinity 
shattered the symphony.

How then do we propose to trap
notes traipsing with the four winds?
Wholes in the north, halves in the south
quarters in the east or dotted quarters in the west?
There is neither clef nor rest
to guide our unmetered steps,
no flat nor sharp to fine-tune falsetto laughs 
in the three-four beat. Shall we waltz
or tango with the two-four beat?
Our choreographer is a master
but his choreography muddles our gait
--so we lose our footing and fall flat on
our scared  faces. 

2.Crescendo

We leap and run after a maestro
desperate to string in the baton of a virtuoso 
notes dripping from a drying fountain 
(the attempt paints a blush on our cheeks)
Arranged in non-dissonant meters 
these fountain notes will rise to a crescendo
Or so we thought . . . 
-- before a gold-rimmed stick mangled the tune of
our mortal song.

To reassemble scattered pulses of the earth,
we lay our faces, right-ears-down
prostrate upon the ground--  
awaiting the hard crust’s deathless groans, 
the storm of sand and rocks
earth’s jerks: rain upon our cheeks;
blind our eyes; stuff our ears to deafness
 -- we sense rhythm upon 
our singeing skin

Then the limbs learn to waltz and tango
Melody is resurrected in our torso
Although we’ve run out of choreographers 
and virtuoso masters.


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BUTTERFLY LOOKS AT ME FOR ANSWERS

                                    The  butterfly so weightless looks at me for 

                answers, questions are mine and abundant,  clearly she has stolen

                my heart.   Center stage stands my attention, her figure like a 

                sapphire in shades of kindness, her visions are dust on her wings.

                Glistening to glimmers as they float away, a moment's duller they 

                become leaving wings a slight hallow fading, drifting behind in a 

                place it had once been.  Until finally, remaining wings contain 

                nothing only gray endings, but more beautiful is the world for it's

                colorful fire remains.


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Rain on the River

Mist rises from the mountains and meets
rain clouds spilling down the canyon.

Fish ducks fly up river, their
breasts just skimming the water.

The heron stands in the shallows, his
neck arched, looking deep into the riffle.

Fish rise to feed in the cool water; the
river otters play on the grey rocks.


Rain drops like diamonds on the surface
of the water; peaceful moments on the river.



Just returned from a fishing trip on the Klamath River
in northern Ca. Glorious!


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Moving Forward into Expansion....

Ignorance....

How is it...gifted with
abilities to reason
we can all remain so unaware...

How is it...gifted with
mental ability of logic
yet,what do we really know....

Even with our limited sense
of language and words to communicate
how do you describe in uncertain terms
the unknown...yet,not completely unknown

If your regular 5 senses move beyond the norm
you hear things different
you see things different
you feel things different
again...because of our lack of impression
where do you find the tools neccesary
to convey such an inner feeling...
as you also struggle with heighten perception.....

Entropy......

As we continue forward into the unknown
with our continued lack of knowledge
we inadvertently create wider gaps 
furthering ourselves from the truth
energy being spent uselessly
creating further chaos and disorder....

The ancient stone builders left us a clue
in their placement of the cornerstone....
any deviation in angled positioning
would lead to a deformed structure
like the leaning tower of Pisa.....

Consciousness...

The evolution of the mental age
requires such attention,as to rid
ourselves of the ignorant state of mind
which only furthers entropy within the self
but,also within our global community
which,if not mindful...
we continue in a deformed state of being......

HAYA....." to be...or not to be "
is not the question
it's our true quest......


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Beinn Nibheis - Scene 2

Gravity enters my thoughts, what ever goes up has to come down. As i start my descent from
the summit of this giant of the Grampians. My journey down is so different to the ascent.
Clouds build for the evening mass. The breeze has magically transformed into a cutting
wind, as the tallest of ferns whistle a goodbye.

The melting snows still show their march, small waterfalls run into fast flowing burns.
Lambs now hug close to their mothers, its as if they know nightfall is upon them. The
quietness of the glens are a memory now as modern mans noise appears from the distance.
The local mountaineer team are on the ascent on a training exercise. These unpaid
volunteers put their own safety in danger to save others who are in danger. The orangy
glow of street lights confirm my descent is complete. I head back home, tired, weary from
my day on the highest mountain in my homeland. But so alive in the joys and sights that it
allowed me to share on this day. 




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-3.php


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WHY

WHY?

Red red roses
Bushes overflowing
The reds come first
Why not pink or white?
I’ve no way of knowing

Dear someone please -
One sensitive to nature’s ways -
Why do reds come first?
Why not pink or white?
I’ve pondered this for days

Speculated every since
I beheld that overwhelming crowd
Of big red red roses
Gathered atop our grown-wild bush
Glistening in the morning sun
Dewy-faced and proud


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lessons from that summer

i.
Evil sleeps in an orchard
not far from here.
The apples sweat him out.
Dressed as god, the Sun
watches and nods.
He bleeds for them
out of his own mouth.


A god's mask
means protection.
But in time,
he will suck them dry.


And autumn will fall.
Postures will fall.
Pulses will fall,
like pills,
like poison.



ii.
A cloud forest
signals the first 
of the shadows.


Summer is nocturnal.


A buttery Moon 
leaves the world 
warm and breathing.


The trees stir, 
the stars hiccup,
and Nighttime climbs onto the birdbath
where it tells you all its tricks.



iii.
Evil blinks from a tree
where the apple skulls
intrude.
The garden combs you
through its arteries,
scooping
your midsummer grave. 


A beautiful accident
closes in on itself.


And then a light like milk.
And then the whistling.



iv.
Summer whistles in the dark:
The sound of Evil kneeling
to the imagination
undoing him. 


A deadly glow 
becoming
a romance 
on the white fences.


Nighttime draws dust 
away from your shoulders,
translates Summer sound
and says, 


You are your own harvest.


Your madness is only there
when you want it to be.


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Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


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The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


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Arm's of Winter

Arms of Winter The heart of winter Blooms with the beauty Of springtime below The countenance of humanity Blooms in vibrant colors Born from goodness Nature’s seedling flourishes Inside the warmth of one’s soul As it does on the earth To you the flowers Grow upon this earth Like sunshine and waterfalls Revealing our worth Carole Cookie Arnold


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If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


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Water of Life...

Snowcapped mountain 
in subtle melt
the slow beginning drips
which trickle forms
into the downward flow
of twisted turning bends
from a whisper to a roar
minor drips exaggerate 
waterfalls cutting might
where large rivers swiftly
push ahead new life
continuous journey onward
a neverending cycle
for as it returns to the ocean
taken back thru evaporation
only for the snow...and the rain
gracefully returns earths pleasure.....


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Wearing the Green

Under a fading Celtic moon, half
a coin left over from last night, my sheep 
are feasting on pasture lush and wild 
with turkeys’ wings. A titmouse chick-a-dees 
from an oak that’s spring-fresh green. 
On hands and knees, I harvest Indian lettuce 
for a salad. Do sheep wonder at my human 
foraging? I’ll come back home 
wearing colors of the field, muddy knees
grass-stained; I’m hungry to savor 
my tiny isle of green.


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Murmurs of a mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks.
Were clams closed mouths keep secrets.

Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh.
A open but closed sea of mysteries. 
The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair,
 as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands,
to sit upon a naked rock..

Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night.

Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan,
against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land.
Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique.
So sour the time of dying hours.

Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters.

Finally escaping  free in mystery

Escaping  free from lemons bitter acid.

Waters once drunken now placid.


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Rain Whispers

   Rain Whispers

Tender and fragrant
the tiny drops of rain feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face
the roar of the tide, somehow dimmed
as the rain on the beach whispers

Walking through the mists of an early morning fog
delicate wisps of icy tendrils lace between my ankles
the sand gives way to my footsteps
the ocean washes them away
all thoughts wash out to sea
feeling small, peaceful...free

tender and fragrant
the tiny drops feel feather soft
as they sprinkle my upturned face...
and the rain.....whispers


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Mother natures caress

Blue topaz delight constantly in motion
forcing up salty waves of might 
Feel the sand under your feet,
feel it ride back to the sea 
Cool wet ocean aroma 
crashing on the rocks of the border 
Spray forth into the air 
Dried sea squirt upon my face, skin and hair 

Drift wood beaten by the master, 
you lay stretched out with seaweed stuck to your side
dehydrated from the sun, reshaped, unworn, overdone
The sea is unkind to all that enter her blind 
For she has a mind of her own
To many a tale she’s has claimed 
twisted ships, boats and all that were maimed 
Rest quietly now on her sands of splendor 
For when night approaches all must surrender 


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His Blessings

Looking across the meadows where the 
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water reflects the hue of jade.
Sweet fragrance falls gently as the wind carries new seed,
God, and all His Blessings, will provide just what we need.


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In Like a Lion

Find a book
Light a light
Outside the wind
Blows wild this night
By the fire
Watch the blaze
Crimson flames
Hypnotic gaze
Windows tight
Bolt the door
Safe inside
From lion's roar


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So Libra

So Libra
Scale of deities and Zodiac
Balancing our hopes
And green renewal
Giving birth
The way you were birthed
From the fables of the earth
Imposed on man's ignorance
So Libra
For fruit you bring the ripening leaves
For beauty you show the dying trees
And in the face
Of nature fruiting and death
The bees come laden
With the hope of spring
Their belly golden
With uncopulated pollen
And butterflies
Coming home again
All things balanced
Between the winter and the rain


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Goodbye Daydreams

Daydreaming on a glorious green mountain hillside.
Dazzling Carolina Blue background, watching white cloud performances.
Strong wind blows, goodbye forever!

Daydreaming on a white sandy beach.
Dazzling ocean green background, watching waves come in and go out.
Sandcastles built, goodbye forever!

Choka:

On a green hillside,
Daydreams of cloud performances
A strong wind blows, Bye.

On white sandy beach,
Daydreams of watching waves splash.
Sandcastles gone, Bye.



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Veiled Minions

Shards of rag 
Torn from the reapers cloak
Tattered and blowing upon dead branches
I wearily cross underneath
Far below definition
Whilst dark eyes follow 
My silent steppings
Glaring down obsidian bills
The tree erupts 
A formless black detonation
Of ravens wailing their curses 
At my approach
For disturbing their ritual of dusk


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Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Thickets, Swamps And Forests

Travelling through the thickets, swamps and forests
The trail you walk takes you through an unseen world
Massive trees shade the rocky trail
Trees born of recent fires reach for the sun 
Others older as your country itself shade their offspring
Ferns reach their fronds reach out searching the moist air
Dew left by the cool nights sparkle like diamonds even in the shade
Moss covers the rocks where springs flow from the ground
Springs of water made pure by grey, cold limestone
Animals of every kind hide in the dense thicket
Fearfully watching your every move
Few people care to see what you are seeing
The beauty of everything nature has ever created
Beauty to be left alone by those who wish to destroy it
Those who wish to make every forest a hotel
Those who wish to cut down trees to make paper
And those who just hate anything left in its natural state
Thickets, swamps and forests are like beautiful women
To be loved, caressed and cherished
Allowed to grow in their own ways and not be shackled
Love the wild world the way you would a woman
In all her beauty she will return the favor and be there for you
More beautiful and gracious year after year
That is Mother Nature’s promise to all who care about her child
If only we could answer her
Protecting the thickets, swamps and forests
The world would be a better place


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Our Secret Rainbow....

Hands joined,we approach
our secret serene getaway
we slowly undress as goosebumps
rise more from anticipation
than the slight chill in the wind
again,hands together
our feet splash the surface
of the waterfalls pool
like playful children's excitement
we embrace as we feel the water 
envelope us with its cool power
and watch the colors of rainbows
form in the mist at the falls edge

Hidden behind the rush of fall
momentary peace we share
as the water seems to cleanse
all our troubles away immediately

Fore we know,it's only the magic
of the moment.....magical rainbows


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Dark Vision

As the stars 
begin 
    to appear in 
the night sky
   the snowfall 
continues
   unique snow 
crystals fall from 
heaven
    We're happy 
to watch the 
   whiteness spread
over the land
    Taking a deep 
breath of the 
  night air
  we head homewards
Tomorrow it will 
  be difficult 
to get around
   But the 
snow looks so pristine!
  The 
trees are hung 
with snow
   And so, we;ll 
take in the sight
  of a world of 
white


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Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


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The Valley of Desolation

I didn’t see a mammoth on my walk today
I don’t think any mammoths saw me
But the rocks did
The rocks had seen the mammoths
The rocks saw me
And, before the mammoths
They remember the winter when the glaciers came
And scoured the moors
And gouged the valleys
And deposited the rocks themselves
Where I saw them today
Sleeping in the sun
Dreaming of those mammoths and those early men
I wonder what they thought of me?

Note: Valley of Desolation, Wharfedale, Yorkshire, UK


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Beautiful Oblivion

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)

Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night. 
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)

Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)

Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)

You will never be what anyone wants. 


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Sands of Time.....

A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes
freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath
calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface
momentary is the solitary life facing certain death.....

As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars
sifting sand through my fingers and hands
I ponder those before me who have walked these lands
I wonder if they too sat and contemplated how it began....

But even more striking is a portrait of the past
centered within the framework an unchanging figure
distant only as far as my mind will allow
reassurance..... is the glow of the smile,
the tone of the words even more so....
"be not afraid my son,for you have traveled well,
 even a grain of sand needs a friend and reminder
 you are not the first to sit in this very spot and wonder,
 you surely won't be the last of the lonely....."

Who in the not so distant future will rest his feet
upon this very spot.....or are we all,
just tumbling grains of sand in time......


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Snag



The transformation from lofty pine to charred snag
Was softened somewhat by winter rains
And the feet of a thousand squirrels.
But the blackened outlines still pierced
An uncaring azure sky:
A bleached monument to the storm and lightening
Randomly ascribed to fate.


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Caterpillar Dreams

CATERPILLAR: 

Sweet, moist, musky earth pervades all of my senses 
In safe darkness, beneath this leaf, my cool canopy 
I have no wants as I slumber here in contentment 
I am humbly grateful, alive with my blessings 

Rested now, I feel a need to explore this place 
Hungry to feed my belly and begin my journey 
I crawl out from my haven into the brightness 
The tree I seek is beyond this forest of grass 

My world is brilliant yellow, brown, and spring green 
I climb an etched blade, and feast on its succulence 
I chew my way down, and nourished, I aim for my oak 
My little legs scurry toward where I must rest soon. 

COCOON: 

The sky is pink, orange and red as twilight wanes 
I am weary like the sun, slowly closing his eyes 
I begin my ascent toward a branch high above 
I labor up the scaly skin, finally to the limb 

Nestling in a crevice of this arm that holds me 
I watch the last ruby glow melt from the sky 
My day's toil leaves me exhausted yet peaceful 
Starlight’s gently sparkle a silent lullaby 

I dream I am cradled in finely spun cotton 
I dream I am nothing but pure spirit and joy 
I dream I am falling, then floating, then flying 
I dream of bright blossoms dancing in the air. 

BUTTERFLY: 

I awaken to darkness, yet hear birds singing 
I have slumbered so long, and feel the need to stretch 
My surroundings crackle when I extend my body 
A thin, radiant beam enters, shocking my sight 

This body's strange to me; I seem to have arms 
I beat them against the sides of my enclosure 
It crunches apart like dry leaves in the autumn 
I stand on thin legs, atop a broken casket 

The air is alive with wisteria and lilac 
Upon its sweet breeze, I surrender myself 
I flutter and float as I bask in the sunshine 
I am a young orchid blossoming in the sky


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On Ebony Sails

Oh what a tangled web we weave,
ever haunting in devious wombs...
tattered voyagers embarking to the confine,
and by nightfall, swarthy leather pants
whip and crack like the white flag
blowing and tearing in a cold snap.

On ebony sails the ravens are perched,
pecking at threads that dangle
from dusky cloths which follow
a foreboding path among the charcoal seas,
with only a pale, crescent moon to light the way.

Heavy weighted winds we will travel;
with no need cast anchor to rest, for
even under the darkest of starless skies 
we will navigate through any storm.

Whirlwinds of ships 
encircle endlessly in a carousel of waves, 
each riding their horses in a cynical unison,
Captain yell fire, seize fire, aim... and fire again.

On the ashen deck the posts are split,
the ocean floor reverberating while
fingers trace softly around her lips, 
saturated in sweat and tears... hope, and fear.

In our time we've marked our authority,
through scorching suns and frigid blizzards...
on ebony sails we headway forever
to our home beyond the sea...


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Tropism , natural event

Fair weather eye's
focused on the eastern horizon
occasional salty sea spray
followed by a chilly breeze .

A voyager , wandering adrift today's beyond
searching for better tomorrows
on life's ocean of emotions rolling wave's

At times , I feel like changing direction's
follow the sun to the west
go in circles to where it never set's

But  then , would I be in a continous day dream
only capable of experiencing a singularity ??

Supposing the setting sun gives hope for another
opportunities abound whatever the weather

Even still , why has everything become so different
refraction apparently affecting others
their mind's " I " incapable of truth
tropism natural for most
eclipsing of the sun becoming an everyday event

What happened to the world I once knew ??


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White Silence

Winter coats proliferate,
the earth is stilled by snowflakes 
slowly drifting, swirling, shifting, 
sifting down,  a whirling, 
curling cloud of white confetti.



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Shout the Winds

Clear below the sea
Clear beyond the sea
it fished across the pond.
You don't have to name it, but call it Ava Lu.
It is my kind, the shore is blue.
Happened this and happened that
It went over to shout the wind...


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JUGGERNAUT

Not the crush
But the GOD
JUGGERNAUT!
Racing    hidden    above a naked earth
Power roiling deep within
For just a day or two    wet smells
Liberated soil
Chlorophyll
At intervals sense a BURST
Guts of Juggernaut at work
Don't now look into the sky
Clouds have no lasting eternally
Action boils down here

HE's left a peaceful winter place
Opened up green veins
And saturates the mind of spring


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Autumn Cannibalism (1936)

Heads propped aloft by the crutch of dogmatic belief,
savoring each other, feasting upon flesh--
     knife and fork,
     delicate spoon.

Each course far from complete, they gorge through
eroded faces, evidence of features strewn to rot in the
     panic of the fading sun.

Hugging like chums until folded into one writhing
mass, they remain dexterous enough to balance an apple:
     proof of perilous symmetry.

In the distance, the white mission weeps under the
weight of the impending torrent.
     Even the mercy of the mountains
     can't protect from the ruin of man.

Inspired by Salvador Dali (1904-1989)
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Doom

They don’t believe the Earth is dying
Slowly, painfully, day by day
They think that money can fix the problems
For the few they admit, they sit and pray

They think money can fix the problems
Surgeries to make you thin
Pills to make you eat less
Cars to fit into the world’s newfound laziness

Politicians thinking they can just quit
Who are avoiding the whole issue
They say that they want to fix it
All want us to think they ‘think green’

Laziness is the new epidemic
Vaccines the new health food
When veggies cost more than cupcakes
You know this world is doomed

We’re stuck in a downward spiral
Laziness, asthmatics, childhood obesity…
What more do I need to say?
We brought this on ourselves, yet they don’t see

Factories on every corner
Driving to the corner and back
Gas guzzlers, smoke stacks, oil fires
They wonder why the sky is turning black

Las Vegas is the new Phoenix
And Michigan the Alaska
Hurricanes in January
Tornadoes in November

They turn a blind eye
Though we all know they see it
Money has all the answers
Let’s see the new cars in ’08

Give it ten years if that
Then maybe they’ll realize
The sorrowful mistakes they’ve made
They’ll be forced to open their eyes

We’re all doomed, you know?
It’s only a matter of time
Whether we freeze or we boil
Is a choice we all have to make

Stop the disaster now
If not that then slow
If we don’t do something today
Well, I think this you all know.


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Slender Birch

Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching many bright yellow leaves, 
Some collecting at its base like a discarded garment
Sunlight, just a small shaft flickers bright dapples on tiny dancers
Ocherous curtains against the bruised sky

Prodigious vibrant final act
Just for me
The tree manages a sly curtsey 
in my direction, 
Sacrificing more of her fragile costume

My beautiful rosy-cheeked child kicks playfully
through the saffron sea of discarded programs
“Here are some for you Mama” he says
as he bursts into the kitchen smelling of peanut butter and early fall
There he deposits a chubby handful of my regard 
gently into my apron pocket

And into my heart's hiding place as well
Perfect poignant performance;
Beautifully done slender birch,
Most beautifully done


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My World

The sky is blue
Just like your soulful eyes.
And just like those eyes
The bright blue sky can
Fill my world with wondrous delights.

The sun is warm
Just like your lips on mine.
And just like those lips
The sun can warm my soul.

The flowers bloom
Just like my heart when 
I think of you.
And just like the thought of you
The flowers brighten my day.

The world is a wondrous place
Just like my world with you.






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Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


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In her Eyes

Blame was burning in her eyes,
Flames were screaming out of head,
Tongue was a piece of flash,
But heart was pumping fast.

Body was lying on a bed,
Night was cuddling with her,
Dreams were scattering fast,
But she was helpless to touch them.

How can she stop someone’s mouth?
What had she done so wrong?
Her welcoming steps were weeping,
And crying for her coming home.

Father was ill and mother was old,
Husband was drunkard and idle,
When comes late at night,
Demand’s money from her family.

She thought to kill herself,
But her little child climbed to her feet,
Her jumping fire fell into a pool of tears,
And her feelings were damped.

Suddenly her husband came home, 
And started to kicking her badly,
Her mouth starts to bleed,
And she fell down and crying with pain.

Child was only eight and watching quietly,
His father was lying on a bed,
He stabbed a knife in his chest,
Sun was arising and he was playing in dust.


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Behind these eyes

    You see my face and you see my expression but you don't know the real me that i'm 
protecting.
 
     You don't know that behind these eyes that a little girl cries every night, you 
don't know the half so why are you desperately trying to label me with some brand that I 
would never wear.

    If you'd look a little deeper into these pearly browns you know that I am not just a 
cover you have to take time to read the book to really know me. 

     You can't just skim the back or listen to what other people say because yeah I might 
be talked about but unless you dip into the pudding you will never truly know why.

    Maybe if you looked a little deeper you'd see someone trying to keep up in a endless 
race. 

   I keep on moving but it's never any good I guess I underestimate myself or maybe I 
just need someone to give me courage.

     I see the surprised look on your face and all I can do is laugh, I bet you didn't 
think that I had so much depth, I better you never realized. 

      So even if it's not me your interested in, please let me teach you one lesson. You 
can see some much more behind the eyes of a girl than the cloud of makeup hiding her 
face. 

In a girls eyes you can see her insides, her deepest fears, her insecurities. 

Behind these eyes is the magical side, and if you can look into them first then I know 
that your confident and well worth the struggle.


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The Old Year

The old year is gone
You say
Dead as leaf fallen
Under a barren tree
Dead
And still mulching roots
Of new growing
Things
Dead and still
Nurturing continuities 
A breast in the mouth
Of bitter hunger
No hand can remove

How is a thing gone
And yet remain
To corrupt everything
Every new dream is a fruit
Of old ambition
Every ambition
Has a stalk of pain
Nothing dies
Until memory is lost
And memory
Is not the frost
In the sun.

My order is disheveled
Contemplating time
The root 
Of all mortality
While I
Like an old year past
Away
And be dead
When no one remembers
For the ash
Without the ember
Is dust in the wind
The forest
Fragile as love again.

The old year is gone
Dead you say
The river flows
And never comes back
In tears or in rain.



































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Beyond the Distant Horizon

The open sea
Seems endless
In every direction for me

The last accompanying sail
Gone over the edge,
The tip of the mast
A sight I found a comfort
Is now a thing of the past

All alone on a world
With no end
Sailing alone
With a heart to mend

No ocean liner
Or luxury yacht for me
A simple boat
On this useless sea

If I make
Some distant shore
To sail once again
A desire I will have no more


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in the center of the woods

i felt alone today
on purpose.

i came here, with tears in my eyes,
looking for you, screaming for you.
and here i found you.

you took me in. surrounded me.
you bent your arms and held me close.
i breathed in deeply and could smell you.
you smelled like heaven.

as the tears streamed down my face,
the leaves began to fall
the sun beamed through the branches.
you felt like my home.

I felt alone today. you did too.

i came here, with tears in my heart,
looking for you, needing only you.
and here you found me.


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Moonlight Bright.

Moonlight bright.......giving brilliance to night
will you marry my daughter..... she's a sight for sore eyes.
A spirit wild ....she's the love of my life
glides accross the skies with others of her kind.
A joy .... her warm embrace as she draws near
to tickle with dainty fingers other spirits' hair.
Her starry eyes twinkling  bright...her flaxen hair
sweep the evening sky.
Her smile .....a touch of sunset on the earth below
her gown .....the sprinkle of stardust ,an everlasting glow
illuminates the cosmos...a delightful scene.
I offer her to you moonlight bright 
your bride to be.......keep her at your side.
your special moonbeam she'll become
a joy she''ll bring you...on your nocturnal ride,
your special moonbeam she'll be....
my spirit child.


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Yellow Heads

Sweet day yellow heads 

Sweet heads of yellow

standing high on one foot above the earth

kindly sharing paintings of blue and 

white sometimes solids in grey watercolors

How do you keep your head such a stunning shade

Borrowing from the sun?

Shouldn’t we have heads of bulbous yellow 

Feed strictly from the earth’s garden for fun

Drink refined liquids from the hands of mother nature

Yellow heads all over the world would carry such

a message for everyone

Together we would all be bright

and mellow if we had heads of yellow

Thinking bright thoughts speaking in tongues of brilliance

Golden!

Tucking under nights indigo blanket

Creating a harmonious combination when we peek

Indigo with yellow heads a picturesque way to bring

the closing of the day 

My aspiration to become a yellow head 

Head of yellow

playing among the vivid bouquet 

Greeting the world that way


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Spring Colors

Sun shining on a spring day
Grass spent months under winter’s snow
Reaching for the sky
Hoping for that one last sunbeam
Desiring a moment of warmth
Streams covered with ice
Thaw into distant rivers
Feeding fields as they flow by
Plants and trees spread into life
Showing a beauty hidden by the icy cold
Flowers burst through the ground
Hues and tints not remembered
Brought back to the imagination
Turning empty hillsides into palettes
Painted by brushes created at the start of time
The colors grow and fade
As the time of summer comes and goes
And once again
The beauty and color of life
Hides beneath a white blanket
Waiting for that one moment 
For the sun to return on another spring day


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Vapours

Gray clouds without rain
Loom and strike their hands
With thunders and heavy voices
At the earth below 
Sending down flashes of light 
Which miss their marks 
Then the breath of heaven 
Carries away those vapours
Before the sun


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A Poem

Does the willow know?
Does it feel the wind?
Are those just random gestures
Or is it telling me something
As it bows?

Can it know it will never be a tree?
Does it care that the dove knows
There is no branch for him
And passes overhead
To the oak instead

Who hides the nesting  wren?
Her clutch of fragile babes
A cradle for her to keep them in
Hid from the prowler’s raids

T’is the willow
So Mr. Oak now you see
It’s together we make a place
For all of nature to be
Whether or not you are a tree


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Chilly Con

Bitter, bitter, bitter
not as in a taste on tongue
or unrequited loves' remain,
only of wind thats wrung
all warmth from the air.

Bitter, bitter, bitter
all the way through to bone,
clenching chattering teeth,
and breath blown
on mittened hands.

Shine of sun to deceive
beckons one out of doors
brain has an idea of sun
that roars
away outside 
caught in bitter's bite.


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Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


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Mrs. Hershey's Garden

In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose
looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire
I wish to find myself with you.
Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun
breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies
and water sprays springing up in smiles.
Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground
with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow
while we open our eyes wider.
In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled
sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert
the world to paradise discovered.
In her garden.


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What Do You See?

When you look at a butterfly, what do you see?
The brilliant color and intricate design
A soft, gentle creature, serene
That morphs through its lifetime
And debuts in spring
Dressed in the most glorious attire
Even royalty is envious
Fragile but free with no inhibitions
Pleasing the eye of its beholder

When you look at a butterfly, what do you see?
I see a conveyor bearing 
Two hearts attached for its wings
Each independent of the other
Yet they function as one
Exploring enchanted gardens
Tasting an array of choicest delights
Come each spring two hearts reborn
Grown together and morph into one

When you see a butterfly, what do you see?


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Gypsy Sky






The morning sky drips of
spiraling particles of shattered
spinning, roaming tears
dew drips from the eyes of
the Gypsy clouds in the 
skies.

Harmonic sighs weave the
song of centuries told
of the travelers of the sky.
Trellis of puffed swirly
cotton candy billow
pillows floating by.

Star jutted pockets
gathered the flow
and the stair case of 
heaven shadow steps
of a wild rhythmic dance.

Violin strings and
tambourine beats
hush you can see
and feel her presence
so near.

In the sunbeam
that broke through
the skies into this new
morning dressing the
earth in her wild
roaming cries.

Thick rich honey
notes of dew of particles of
shattered crystalline

tears she waters the
morning in her spirit
she floats away
in serene silence.

A gypsy rose of such
velvet petal beauty
her heart roams
in the skies
up high.


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Divine

Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…








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Wave Washed

Presence dissolved
Cresting watery fingers awash
Impressions in the sands
This cynical acquaintance
Running away
From flawless memories
In their laughter’s echo
I sat and watched
As my childhood castles
Were drank away
By the Atlantics thirst
Everyday one summer


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Dark Cloud

Gray upon black,
billowing but dark,
like smoke suspended over a fire.
Just floating alone
in an empty sky
as I do so upon the beach;
watching the people go by,
leaving me to write my poems


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Moon and Night

There was a battle 
Between darkness and light
The moon and the night
As hard as it fought
Night was no match
The stars glowered in envy
Eclipsed by her outreaching glow
For the moon reigned over all
As if a lighthouse 
Hung in the heavens
Shedding her light 
To guide lost souls


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On the Edge Of Forever

The shores of time
are at our feet
The sea of eternity
we've come to meet
What we'll find
Is beyond our grasp,
If only to have
A lover's hand to clasp

To wade together
Under the moon's sweet light
To have one to say "Good Night"
Where a mere touch outlives
wild ecstacy
Where in the world,
There is but you and me
To walk these shores
Till time grows slow
Always aware that you know
We are as one,
Always will be,
Past the drying of this ancient sea.


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Dawning Frost

Empty cold branch fingers
Reaching out in all directions
Through the quiet skies
Gray and heavy smoldering
Whisping skyward from chimneys
Through the windows frost child eyes
Spy the first snowfall softly
Drifting about heedlessly
White velvet landscaped covering
As December settles down
Enfolding the night
In her tranquility


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FEW DROPS

Dark clouds hovered around
And no one was assured 
Of the next events

The striking lighting ensued
And thunder
Slapped two birds against each other
With frightening clatters
The stage was set

And the elements waited 
Like soldiers on guard
Then the silvery ropes cascaded down
With heavy patters
That turned the deserts
Into smiling savanna. 



Alayande Stephen T.
September 12th 2005
1.05pm


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Submerge Me

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement 
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,  

It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me, 
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,

Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
 The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,

I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,

I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating, 

I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,

Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…

I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
 A surrounding of everlasting comfort,

Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…

Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,

“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.


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Moonlight

Beethoven wrote his version
in sonata-form. But tonight
the Flower Moon throws white petals
all over the hillside, making
silent music, a silver 
chord. Can I, in my reflected
moon-life, hear it full
and whole?


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Flowering Gardens

    Walk amidst
The flowers
        Waves of bright
Color overwhelm you
        The air is redolent with their scent
The sun sends 
It's smile down to greet us
       Here in the garden one can
       Know peace
       Here in the garden
       Life takes on a different hye
       The air is vibrant 
                                     With 
                                            Anticipation
We meet 
In this 
        Flowering 
Grove
Let's hope it's 
Not 
      For the 
Last time


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Wolf Maiden

Behind the silvery moon
She sings a wailing tone
A call out to the wild 
To her fury friends and riled 
To her cry they’d run 
Through the timberland they 'd race 
In a pack one by one 
Awaiting her human embrace 
She spent so may years 
Hidden behind her tears 
Seclude since she was young 
The animals were her fun 
Raised by an old woman 
Impoverished and living off the land 
Anything she wore had to be sewn by hand 
She had no knowledge of schooling 
Nature was her ruling 
Racing about without shoes 
While her elder sat and drank
Homemade booze
To her this life was fine 
Running with wolfs 
Amongst the pines 




(Inspired by the art of Jessica Gabbreth -"Wolf Maiden")





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Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.


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Midsummer Moment

Romantic shadows of
Luminous love
Lend intense warmth
To a midsummer night as
Sensuous fragrance,
Shimmering moonlight,
Combine in nature's backdrop
While a quartet of flutes
At the water's edge
Enhances spectral mists and
Hushes soft laughter
For a moment of nocturnal tranquility.


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Silver Cycle

In a pinch of the slenderest fingers
like tapioca beads to the wind
the mercury fog is popped.
Wild silver happenstance rains down
and settles quiet.  Quiet.
Had my pale head touched the earth
at the moment of it's impact
I would have drowned in the mist.
With slender fingers turned to roots,
hair to moss, blood to sap,
a papier-mache skin to the earth's skeleton
To be popped, by the tenderest finger's of soil embrace
drawn to the sky like tapioca beads to the wind.


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My Walkabout...

The nights were long
and my days seem short
had to do something
so I left my port

A one-way ticket
on a greyhound bus
a compelling journey
inner feeling must trust

first stop,Durango
high in the Rockies
a couple of days hiking
loud thunder was shocking

Next stop,was Gallup
from here,began my walk about
unsure of destination
first step began my route

Halfway to nowhere
dropped my load,to look around
sensational insight
revelation was found

Looked back toward beginning
so distant,out of sight
looked ahead for the end
no end to my flight

Sort of like life
past and future,uncertain
adventerous journeys
once removed from our curtain

continued my walk
through the mountains of Arizona
amazing sights
spent the night all alone-a

Under a canopy of stars
cool evening wind
no city lights
a universe with no end

Infinity came calling
understanding to follow
somewhere hides destiny
heartsongs sung hallowed.....


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Spring Sprung

I am up
before the sun
and I move 
with anticipation
to the shade.

To peek out.

What awaits?
What has occurred
while I slumbered?

A new blanket 
of snow and ice
would be nice
with rabbit tracks
across the lawn.

Had sheets of rain
fallen around
leaving branches 
on the ground
and puddles 
everywhere.

Would there be 
a kiss
of fog and mist
hanging there
laying imagination 
and mystery
upon the new day.

Alas none of this.

And then
the melodious sounds
of long ago
flood my ears
and fill my soul
returning as suddenly
as they left...

The birds are back.




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Creation's fragility

Every aspiring artist
want's to be remembered
for what they were able to give to the world
not so much , like so many other's
what they are capable of taking from the world

Who are we any way , to think we can capture
the beauty of creation , a futile possesion
even the beauty of freshly cut flowers
soon wilt away , a reminder of fragility

Creation has given a natural tendency
we all showcase an exquisite weakness
our patriarch mentality would have us forget
exchange strokes of love for the stroke of the sword

Who we are........
what we project and how we express
our inner being , is everything.......
the outer world , is where lie's temporary insanity........


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Folk Song of India Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees


A Folk Song of India My Video Song is also on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp Background Note: Its a story of a worried Farmer as his fields were dry because of no rains & the season of planting Rice was passing fast. His eyes were full of tears while thinking, what he would eat & earn if he fails to plant the Rice saplings without good Rains in his fields. The song conveys feelings of an Indian farmer, who often face such situations due to lack of rains. Rains felt pity & flooded his fields or his love for Trees & Nature. Folk Song of India- Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near his fields, How, he would plant, The saplings of Dhaan ( Rice). The clouds keep coming, But fly away and vanish soon, There are hardly few trees in the forest, Who can call and attract the clouds. To tell the clouds, The miseries of the farmer, As, clouds never overlook, The wishes of their beloved trees. But the trees could not convey and tell, The tortures and pains, they have suffered, One by one they have been cut and burned, By none other than their own nursing Man. Because of this only , The clouds often do not come, And run away without showering, When they see such humans. The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near his fields, How without rains he would plant, The saplings of Dhaan ( Rice). But that old farmer, Had planted many many trees, Thinking that the clouds, Came down on the ground. The eyes of the old farmer, Were wet and restless, Tears were appearing and were, Coming out, every now and then. The clouds hovering on the fields, Saw tears in his eyes, While wiping his tears, The clouds too began to weep. Then, it began to rain all over, And the fields got flooded soon, The old farmer raised his head, And saw towards the sky. After seeing all around, The fields flooded with water, The farmer with gratitude, Again & again touched the Rain clouds. Tears started flowing from his eyes, With happiness, And the clouds again showered more rains, To wipe the tears from the eyes of the old farmer. Then the time came to plant, The saplings of Dhaan (Rice), Without forests and their darling trees, Clouds hardly showers their love drops. The Farmer was thinking, While sitting near the fields, He would again plant, Many more and more tree this time. Kanpur India 24th July 2012center> Sub in Hon of LisaCooper for her Silver Tear contest


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Untitled #253 / Water, earth, wind

Water! Earth! Wind!


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Walk with me

 We follow the river
Along  the Taff Trail ****
Where will it lead me 
Somewhere beautiful without fail

We pass Llandaff  Cathedral
With Epstein,s statue's within
Cant say that I like it
But thats not a sin

We keep walking for miles
My dog Tilly and me
Soon will be at a castle
Used in films u see

The name of the castle 
Is Castell  Coch
Whose  translation reads
Red Castle of course

It called locally as
The magic castle
Looks so mysterious
As though ready for battle

The rooms arent big at all
Carved small  animals adorn the wall
Been sanctioned for weddings
Though numbers  must be small 

Time to turn back
Homeward bound
Along the manmade track
To the mighty rugby ground

Where voices echo
Hymns are sung
The 6 nations contest*
Has begun.


Come on Wales The reigning grand slam **and   triple crown ***champions





*wales, ireland, scotland, england, italy and france, battle it out annually against each other in Rugby Union. 

**Grand slam is where  you beat all the other teams

***Triple crown is where you have to beat the other 3 uk teams.

**** the river running through Cardiff is the River Taff, that is why we in Wales are called Taffy's 

Taff Trail is 50 miles  of track between Cardiff and  Brecon through countryside and over mountains.  


PLEASE GOOGLE. Castell  Coch  hopefully you will be impressed.


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Fredrick - 1979

I am here
I am angry
I am attacking
I want to kill you
shaking the house
ripping up trees
blowing out windows
irresistible beauty
had to watch
won't be the same
I am here
I am undefeated
I am awesome
I am beautiful

I am gone
I am dying
I will be back
I have many names
shook the house
ripped up trees
blew out windows
irresistible beauty
had to watch
won't be the same
I was here
I was undefeated
I was awesome
I was beautiful...




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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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Once Upon a Forest Walk



The forest is cool, inviting.  I look for small wildflowers in lush grasses growing beneath the trees.  Sunlight streams in shafts
and there is birdsong, birdsong and delicate ferns on gentle banks.

Soon, I see a pathway that winds beside a clear stream.  The roots
from the trees reach toward the water etching deep ruts .
Large rocks decorate the edges -mark the curves that beckon
beckon me to follow on.

A large puddle appears, blocking the path. I take off my shoes and paddle through enjoying the squishy mud.

Suddenly, a bear - I STOP, 
watch it foraging for berries.  With caution,
 I back, silently away to let it follow the terrain
 onward to its cave and hibernation.

Something sparkles on the ground - I stoop- pick it up.
 It is a long key with a open circled end. I put it in my pocket
thinking it will make an interesting ornament.

At the end of the path, I find a rustic cottage with
 high garden gates, banks of rhododendrons. 
A secluded hideaway.
There is neatness, order to the whole scene.
 smoke rises from a chimney 
into clouds overhead.

I pull out the key. It sparkles temptingly.


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Change

Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that, 
Like a bubble in the air 
Have to be content with only 
Being fidgety inside myself. 

When the rocks try to stop 
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied, 
Breaking its head on the rocks, 
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.

Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over 
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?

Unable to do much about oppressive relations, 
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom 
endowed by nature, in relations.

But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness 
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression, 
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.

Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy 
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.

the volcanoes are also destined to remain 
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.


Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'


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the rose in the sunset

the voice of freedom


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Paradisiacal

Tranquil
the ocean
sun sinks
sky orange-red
with distance
comes moon
each wave
mutes night
circling gulls
waves and air
water and evening
infinite horizon...

Everything
utters night
losing shape
eyes closing
darkness in wind
each wave
the water
sky and moon
go together
with these words
I paint the sky dark...


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Heart of the Sea

           Essence of salt and waves crashing
           The World of the Sea has a heart
            Careful not to offend thee ~

            The spills of oil , nuclear waste
             Drilling and mistakes, 
           Man infused sewage and waste 

           The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
           The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
           Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given

          The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
          For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
          Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy

          What have we done to create this disharmony 
           It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
           It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken 
    
           We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath , 
                The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries 
                    This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?


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Kokopelli

Once upon a time and sometimes, even still,
Men call him by name and worship him, a god.
Not a God, who demands and receives men's fear,
Their prayers His just payment for paths they trod.

No quivering or terror is desired by he, no fearful pleas,
Prayers with this one are but dialogue with an old one;
Abuelo, Grandfather, Uncle, Sire.. Happy prayers.
Viejo, we pray to thee to return to us, thy lonely ones.

With Thy coming play the sun warm upon thy flute.
Grace us with children and rains and honeybees.
O lover of the singing reed, give us a fecund earth as Mother.
And give unto her womb thy holy cargo, the sacred seed.

Hide not from us, beloved bringer of life, we know thee.
No paint or warbead decorate thee or feathers of Hawk or Eagle.
Wear  a crown of ivy leaves and smile as you play to encycle us
Bearer of the sacred seed, player of the singing reed,

To know this of thee is to know all. Yol Bosum!! may there be a road. 

By William Kershaw  written just for Constance's Tell His Story contest


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Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


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A C

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A Sanctuary

The forest
A peaceful residence
For nature


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The Life of A Field

The spring was on the way
time for the farmer to plough
straight lines running parallel
gleaming in the rich red loam

It had laid all winter waiting
now it was time to sow and seed
yellow mustard glinting in the sun
so pretty as it grows in leaps and bounds 

Little animals made their home
borrows in between the roots
even a dormouse always sleepy
soon they scurry off as harvest begins

Harvesters hard at work birds feasting
on those that were far too slow
crops are now gathered in and stored
the horses fallow the field now it rests

This spring the field will remain fallow
all part of the master plan of rotation
it's life is simple following a four year plan
to maximize each year's yield without stress

Following being fallow potatoes go in
these help clear the land of weeds
while adding goodness to the soil
then the golden wheat which the land depletes

Last to go in will be turnips for feed
completing a long term cycle of crops
If it could talk many tales it would tell
of all of the goings on within it's boundaries


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Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


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It's a Snail's Life

There is everything ugly about the little creepy snail
he delivers the slime scraping his foot. Maybe it’s his small,
pea size shrunken brain or those tiny eyes, or the way 
he slinks on his flat foot that squirms underneath  
his round tubular body with black eyes on the tips
of the long tentacles two, on his cold little head.

Two more short tentacles are upon the pointed head.
with the shorter pair for feeling around the park. The snail
has two long tentacles that hold his eyes on the tips.
At three years old they lay white eggs so white and small
which stick to them and are buried in the ground underneath.
Holes he digs to hide his body safely tucked away

from foes who know he’s tasty, so he goes on his way.
Piercing black eyes on top of his loathsome head,
s/he is a hermaphrodite with equipment  underneath.
The shell reproduces itself, alone like other snails.
His radula is rough and grainy but still, a foot very small
with a row of tiny teeth which eats leaves on the tips.

If he falls over, struggling, his whole world tips.
Unfortunately he can’t get up having no legs anyway.
So what could be worse than to live life as a snail?
There are African snails who are 15 inches toe to head,
while the body is 2lbs of protein we boil and eat snails
who are harvested by hand in the ground underneath.

He flourishes as a pest in the dirty ground underneath.
The shell slimes along without instruction or tips.
What could be worse than to live life as a snail?
Destroying crops he eats root, stems and fruit on his way,
but if a dog eats the snail there’s death to his head.
A mythical figure and a symbol of deadly sin, so small

he has small dreams, but at church he generously tips,
with holy expectations, underneath he knows the way
to his heart and his head as a martyr enduring life as a snail.


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Number Ten

Number ten... Gold Finches... Try to drink...


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Red Tulips

Owing you a letter,
No time,
A postcard for now.

I picked the one with a bright red tulip,
I thought about your yellow ones,
The ones with red streaks.
They sound beautiful.

My tulip plants have two buds.
One bloomed
But was sun bleached pink,
The other didn’t open at all.

The drought still takes it’s toll,
Even into spring.


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Just For Fun

Birds flurry...
Frenzy feed...
Gold Finches...

Nuthatchers...
Red Cardinals...
Male Blue Jay...

House Finches...
Some Sparrows...
Nairy Crow...

Brown Thrashers...
Mockingbirds...
Come to stay...

Spring has sprung...
Blueberries...
Bloom blossoms...

Spring still ify...


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In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono's poem: En el ojo del huracan

In the eye of the hurricane, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : En el ojo del hurracan

(Ninth in the collection : Metafora del Desafuero, published – according to the editor, Alejandro 
Duque Amusco – not in 1988, but in 1989, was awarded the « Premio Nacional de Poésia » 
for 1989, on May 28, 1990. Bousono, as in these later free verse compositions, shows how 
well he manages the long-breathed line, a clear contrast to the compact and elliptical earlier 
verse, say, of the collection : Subida al amor. T. Wignesan)

The creatures of plenitude situated themselves holding their silence, the thrones of 
inexplicability, exactly, therefore, in the very centre of the eye of the hurricane : 
that doors be blown asunder, that windows be blown away,
that agonizing bodies in makeshift beds be smothered into oblivion,
half-dead widows, postmen who half-way in the act of delivering
	the love letter which would definitely render us joyful,
the seat where the poor old grandmother was in the act of sitting 
while sewing
the newly-born baby’s pony-tailed bonnet which turned around half-
way in the gusts,
the hurricane which uplifted love and all that was left of love : 
letters, papers, leaves 
of music,
lovers in coitus at the orgiastic acmé and the light,
when it began to dawn,
when the saxophone cleared its throat and commenced the beat of the 
dance,
when everything on the stage in its place awaited the raising of the 
curtain,
when the wedding was at the point of being consecrated, and the 
priest was ready to offer his benediction : « el ite misa est », 
        when within the following few moments the inexorable 
ceremonial of the written formalities was about to be concluded   
then, as I said, 
and only then,
the hurricane unleashed its violence with rage, the incomprehensible 
hurricane, and there stood still only the immoveable lucid eye,
separate, eminent, complete in its entire being, that by force of its 
profundity had ascended to the exact point where it could 
redeem its guilt,
the eye of reconciliation,
the eye of wisdom and suave serenity,
where the intact and silenced world sang
adorable and yet so beautiful without us,
necessary pretexts, notwithstanding, of its musical nature.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013


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Red Robins

Red Robins... Paint the yard... Spring soon follows...
Ellip


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Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


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Autumn Colors

The glistening yellow sun shines down upon the golden brown fields harvested today.
Our gardens are cleared of the red, green, yellow vegetables and our canning is underway.
As we look across the orchard the pickers are on the last of the apples to be picked and sold.
The rustic color of the leaves are beginning to furl and we remember that fall has been born again.
As the sun sets it looks as if a fire was set to the orange, yellow, brown, red and green leaves.
A light breeze sets in and we hear a rustle as the leaves drop lazily upon the once green grass, as we drift off to sleep.

Written for: Russell Sivey's "Autumn, Fall Colors Contest"
Written on: 08/16/2012 By: Carol Brown
2nd Place Winner


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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner


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My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 


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Pohutukawa Tree

Pohutukawa tree I wonder
Which of man’s endless bloody battles
Planted you here?
Your venous red needle flowers
Drop to the ground below
Where they lie in corpuscle puddles

Whose mothers are they I wonder?
Lying in the branches
Morning the senseless loss
Of their loved sons and brothers

Pohutukawa tree
Reminder of war’s terrible cost
So Pohutukawa tree be
Keeper of the peace


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Take me to the countryside

Take me to the countryside 
where all the daffodils grow
fresh perfume saturating the air
dispersing sensational aroma
in the atmosphere.
Take me to the countryside
to inhale the balmy fragrance
of mother earth,
to walk on grassy lands
and hold each other hands.
Take me to the countryside
to gaze at the swaying trees, 
and listen to them humming breathlessly 
 in the chilly breeze.
enchanting birds singing in the gusty afternoon,
dancing vigorously to their melodious  tune.
Take me to the countryside 
where all the natural things grow,
tangerine, oranges , banana and  kiwi fruit.
homemade yogurt ,sweet yam
and fresh milk from grandpa’s lamb.
Take me to the countryside
to coalesce with earthy peasants, 
to run up and down the cornfield 
and waddle through onion beds.
Soak me in nature, 
and replenish my aching soul
purge my agonizing wound,
and distill my sorrowful tune.
My soul yearns for spiritual fulfillment
to drown the chaos from the external environment,
mineral water and running streams,
strumming guitars and melodious flutes
are singing harmoniously,
and whispering the truth.
lead me to a place of comfort,
a place where I can breathe,
a place of beauty and incomparable dreams.
Take me to the countryside
to mingle with the animals,
to go horseback riding,
and camp on the mountain top.
Take me away from this hopelessness,
to a place of peace and quietness.
Take me away from this desolation
and find away to solve this confusion.
I want to be free,
free from this burden and misery,
so take me with you before you leave.
When I close my eyes and count to three
at the sound of the whistle
I charge you to set me free.


©2013 Christine Phillips


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The Cost of Water

Flight of stillness;
idle,
ditch-wise.

Ladders point up
but they say the ground is greater;
sunlight knitting to their brown feet green socks.
They crestfall and
buckle at the knee.

Hear guts clap thunder off somewhere else
but no storm in sight to maitre d' this mesa;

got to rot the mud lest 
an urge to ripen ripens.

But hear now
the locusts flood this rut,
hunt for want,
         impelled to eat each lunch of your decay.

         Earth uncorks her pores.
you drift upon the grass, lift the damp from the sod
like a pillow of cloud sopping Earth's steam-
       
         to be made the steward of this land;
lightning
flash! ladders
shatter!
 
Pay in full the cost of water,
less labors not yet lost.


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Barrier Island

What weighs down this sandy wisp
between a bay and ocean
is not a causeway, not the press
of footed towers, nor the tread
of bare and browning bathers
on its narrow, wet, khaki-colored beaches --
It is the weight of air, cloudless, clear
but heavy air -- blue in the depths --
that arches overhead;
and it is the sizzle of minor surf
along the island's edges,
dampening sand, to stick upon the sea
like a licked stamp upon a letter.
The men, roads, and condos all may seem
to wrest control from nature and its weather;
but, we, who've spent some years here,
know better.


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Dark Grey Skies

Thick rain soaked clouds came floating by on sullen grey skies 
Branches swayed and leaves waved,  tied
 In unison with the whipping wind 
The rains came soft and gentle ,one by one, floating
 among an endless series of soft humid waves
 Puffs of dust kick up as rain hits the ground , 
the enticing smell of the brown clean earth pervades all around 
The ponds break  into endless circles  of tiny  drops 
Sliding down branches , dripping from leaves, running down the darkened bark, plopping 
In the silent air ,Soaking the ground  into soft muddy earth, healing cracks, soft like dew
the rains speak their true voice and intent without a clue
becoming pounding and insistent ,angry and relentless, as one by one they beat the ground 
And the cycle comes full circle ,around and around 

Cool air from atop the sky filters down through hot steamy mist 
wind driven clouds form funny ominous shapes in the sky 
Bending and twisting  to keep up with their fierce and relentless brother
Throwing countless drops down onto the clean brown earth 
The Angry winds and warm drops count their times to hit the ground 
Covering forest and field alike taming the long forgotten dust
 that became the earth following the season of drought 
Lightning burns across the sky and crashes among the giant embers standing wet, black and gleaming 
Stark and ancient they stand tall and straight , silhouetted against the angry sky
The rain comes in sheets of grey , pouring out of the heavens 
In a thunderous wave that threatened to sweep clean the skies


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Take me to Duck Heaven

In that glistening azure pond
I had a favorite
A duck
I called
Tawnablu

A quacker kind of 
Bird
Recognizable by the 
Aquamarine 
Feathers
Atop her bobbing head
She swam aloof from
The rest

And refused all bread
Crumbs
Thrown her way
Even the finest bits
Collected from week old 
French bread

Leftovers from the
Bakery 
Down the road
The one managed by a
Croatian
Kick boxer from the Bronx
The one that
Refused entry to
Shirtless
Skateboarding
Teens
But kindly gave me
All the crusty crumbs I 
Could bag
For my 
Duck feeding 
Addiction

And I am not embarrassed 
Not so macho
To say
I loved that duck
My Tawnablu
In ways I can never
Describe

But let me try
To put my affection
Into words

Just this once:

Tawnablu,  my pretty Canard
Quacking so hard
I want to ride your back
Down a stream 
Without end

Tawnablu, my epic Canard
Quacking so hard
Take me, wild beauty
All the way to 
Duck Heaven


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Oh' Kashmir Concluded




Concluding Part of

Oh’ Kashmir  - Last Part 2


One grave mistake was 
Shown by the decision makers 
Of Kashmir,
To convert the green valley,
Into a valley of concrete 
Dams, buildings and houses,
Were built on places, 
Which were the nourishing orchards of Nature.  ..08
	
Changed by the greedy lovers of money,
The builders,
Who built tall buildings and dams,
At the cost of destroying 
Brooks and streams,
Lakes and forests, the serene hills
And the meadows,
Which always reminds us, 
As the playground of shepherds,
Without caring for 
Trees, plants, animals and seasons,
Which always remains the back bone 
Of every civilization.   09

Another grave mistake was
That when some people were trying  
To drive out, 
Several thousands of those innocents,
Who were the inhabitants of Kashmir,
'The Kashmiri Pandits'.

Those who were living there, 
In Jammu and Kashmir, 
Since thousands of years,
Couldn’t get any solid support, 
From their friends and neighbors,
When they were forced to leave Kashmir,
And their friends and neighbors,
Who could have stopped the miscreants. 10

But the others remained only 
A silent spectator, 
While watching the destruction,  
Of their friends and neighbors, 
By those, who wanted to make,
Their own separate heaven,
Without the presence, 	
Of the blooming smiles,
Of these innocents,
Who were their friends, their intimates,
And their childhood companions.  11

Since a long time,
These people in exile
Are living in roofless homes,
With tents on their heads,
They were ignored and were thrown out,
As if, they were not humans,
And not the oldest inhabitants of the valley.  12

Even after the flood of fifth September 
When the army men were trying, 
To put a healing balm,
Even at the cost of their lives,
On the suffering masses,
Trapped in the disastrous flood, 
During the floods havoc prime time,
Some people were throwing stones,
On choppers and on these men in service,
So that the suffering masses, 
May not get, 
The life giving water, foods and medicines. 13 

Perhaps the Nature has not liked,
Some of these actions,
And has shown its anger,
As never before in the history of this land,
To make us realize, 
The serious follies and mistakes. 14

Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 17th Sept. 2014
















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A Yellow Back Spider



You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty


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Turtles Talking Smack

Turtle Tom and Turtle Tony were walking across a grassy field
knowing that their hard shells would protect them from most harm.
Their natural enemies in rural Arkansas number only three.
The mighty cougar and its cousin the wily bobcat
have the jaw strength to crush a turtle’s shell.
The only other critter that presents an ever present danger
is a very determined and extremely hungry raccoon.
Rocco Raccoon with his sharp teeth and dexterous front paws
can, if really famished, eventually crack a turtle’s harden shell.
The greatest of the turtles’ enemies is a careless human being,
whether it be from a swiftly moving vehicle or a nut with a gun.
With the off road vehicles getting larger as time goes by,
a turtle’s life expectancy gets shorter as the decades pass.
Turtle Tom and Turtle Tony slowly caught up with Turtle Tim
and the trio of tiny smack talking tortoises told one another
tall tales of great conquests from their long lived pasts.


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Four O'Clocks

I wonder how they know what time it is.
Always open at the same time each day.
Blossoms of so many different colors.
They have always truly amazed me.
How could they not be my favorites?
My colorful blooming Four O'Clocks.


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THOUGHTS FROM A TREE

You will not hurt me    if you take
a piece or two of my bark to write on
I will look the other way    and not cry
if you want to swipe some berries
to pound into an aromatic pulp of raw ink
Surely a bird residing in my branches
will be gracious enough to drop a feather
to fashion your writing implement
When the words have slowed to a trickle
promise you will return    rest    sheltered 
against my trunk    and read to me
Tell me of things I do not know
Show me the world beyond the slip of sky
that covers me     I will help you always
if you will only speak to me


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Days of Autumn

An argentine sky adorns the woodlands
In a misty shroud as only slight remnants
Of a long forgotten path remain,
Embraced by the beauty of maples and by
The scent of cool crisp air--autumn permeates.

Yet there is subtle warmth in the mélange 
Of colorful pumpkin, gold and, vermilion leaves,
In their swirling harmonic dance
As they depart the boughs of their birth
Unified in death, as in life.

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong

*For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Splendor contest


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A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends

A Prayer for all my friends in America and all over the World This Prayer Poem is for all my friends of America and for all those anywhere in the world who are waiting for Rains.
I have made this Prayer Poem on My Photo Poem and this can be seen in My Photo page on World Art Foundation This Prayer Poem actually supports my Folk Song ‘Folk Song of India -Farmer, Clouds, Rains and Trees’ placed on You Tube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ukRQxnYGQwQ&feature=plcp It may be a co incident but ever since I composed and placed the above Song on You Tube the drought like conditions improved in many parts of India drastically. A Prayer to Clouds for all My Friends O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place Where ever you see the land is dry And all the fields and trees Are waiting for your showers To get wet and to kiss Your ever refreshing Rains. You bless them With your nectar like Rains So their fields too May yield grains And their forests may be blessed With your love drops To again enfold you In their sweet and loving embrace.
O Clouds full of Rains Please go to my friend's place And give them The blessings of Your Beautiful immortal Rains. Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Aug. 2012
NOTE: Draught like conditions (not very acute almost 50% less Rains this year) prevailed in India in July, but after July last it improved in August and even some parts experienced excessive Rains till 27th August. I had composed a Song around 20th July for the Indian farmers as a Folk Song and have placed it in Poetry Soup on 24th July 2012 and on my Music Channel “RavindraKK1” on You Tube as a Folk Song of India. The Song explains the reasons of fewer Rains in the simple language of a farmer telling the story of Farmer, Clouds, Trees and Rains as a Folk Song of India. Ravindra 27th Aug. 2012


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Bad Manners

What came of you, oh rouging bashful sun
Your fiery face belies your youthful enterprise
Morning dew illuminates by incandesce spark
Was it brash action of the taunting wind 
that made you color so?
Your blushing face now tints the evening sky.



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The rooster crows

The rooster crows at the break of dawn
Another hour and he will be done
Except occasionally he will breed

For the job he has done, he is paid quite well
Even though he only works for chicken feed

While the little hen must slave all day
To make an egg so she may start her family

When the clutch is set, she works 24 hours shifts
Around the clock; twenty one days, there she sets
Sets until the hatch complete, her brood now sprung

The rooster struts as if he were a king
When in reality he hasn’t done a thing

The little hen sings her clucking song
Urging her growing brood along

Somehow chicken feed doesn’t seem enough
For the sacrifices that she has made
But for the little hen, well, that’s just her tough
Luck


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Star Gazing

Vast, endless sky
Reaching beyond imagination.
Small sparkles of light
And swirls of dark colors
Within the blackness.

From here everything looks small,
But in reality it is we that lack size.

Much is known, even more unknown.
It captivates our curiosity.
The muse to poets, artists
And science fiction writers.
The inspiration for scientists.

It reminds us of our insignificance,
Yet drives us to be more.

Will we ever know its mysteries?
I hope not…


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One Country, One World

Which nation of the world
Do I belong?
I belong to the nation 
Of unity,
No transgression,
And freedom for all.

I belong to the nation 
Of  Equalities-
Equality between 
Proletariat and aristocracy
Disabled and abled
Woman and man
Young and old
Black and colored
People and nation
Right and rule...

I belong to the nation of peace
Across the land, the sea and the sky.
And peaceful stretch to the arboreal.
And Peace of souls,
Of bodies
And minds.

My belonging
Is my strength-
The rhythm that keeps me growing.
Though I was born a Nigerian.
Not I neglects being call
American, Ghanaian, Portuguese
Chinese, Korean, Indian...
Though I'm by virtue 
Of land mass
An African      
Not do I dismiss 
In unison unit 
That type me Asian,
North American,
South American,
European, 
Australian
And Antarctica.

I belong to
A nation,
A voice...
One country,
One world.




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The Sound of Leaves

Walking	-     leaves crackle crisply
Strolling	-     leaves shuffle and bugs scamper
Running	-     leaves crack and explode powder dry
Sitting	-     leaves clack softly as they hit the ground

Walking in snow - leaf voices are muted
as the white blanket
covers them for their winter nap.

Walking in a spring rain - leaves sigh softly
as they succumb to decomposition,
dissolving into the delicate lace that nourishes the earth.

Walking in summer shade - leaves now green,
humming to themselves in the hot breezes,
sneezing as they dust themselves off.

Walking in leaves of fall - dying; they sing a dirge, mourning summer.
 — mulch now — 
they contemplate their own demise,
waiting for spring.


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THE SNOW WOLVES

Against the pale October Moon, a lone howling cuts
Through the chill of the winter’s night, gleaming yellow
Green eyes flash in the forests wilderness wild.
Sleek mystic swift of feet, white powder chameleons,
Living by the creed of basic instinctual desire to survive,
In this harsh environment of the Rocky Mountains.
By the flight of the morning blue jay, spooked from his
Perches vantage point on high, the pack hunts in the
Deep valleys thickening glen.
Snow wolves on the prowl, seeking freedoms liberation
By tooth and claw, but these are beasts of the free spirit,
Out laws nomads, wondering where the restless heart so
Leads them.
Beguiling creatures of beauty, representing the raw
Force of power of the untamed soul, roughed individuals,
Stalkers of the ice and snow.
Spiritual brethren to the tribal Indians are these
Sacred guardians of the great spirits creation, darned
With mutual respect and admiration honor, let them
Roam freedom’s path forever.
Symbolic warriors under the skin and fur, does the animal
Run beside the human hidden within the shadow realm of realism.
Echoing in the distance, with a chilling presence that
Crawls up the neck bone of mankind, announcing,
Erriely, of the hunger driving them in silence.
Nature’s selectors, weaving the weak from the strong,
Legacies ancestral brave, soldiers of canines pack,
Living on the edge of extinction mighty wrath.
But looking into the eyes of the beast, one can only
See the beauty of a wild creature, whom wishes to remain
As he was born to be, simply put FREE!!

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


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Motionless is Deceptive

The frost is in my toes, 
                                         riming the up tilted boulders,
and twinkling the night sky, 
                                                  like a cold breath blown
and whooshing clear off the plateau into the arms
of the universe. 
                              Ah, standing still is spinning
all axis in step to be motion free except the heated
breath of the stars condensing and exploding.
Just diamonds or dewdrops, 
                                                   a taste of eternity
swallowed. 
                     Analyzed. 
                                        Understood. 
                                                                 And gone.
Me scrunching down, counting the meter
until full exposure. 
                                  Listening for the mating cries
of crickets absent in the last dying down of autumn.
I hold onto my self, then. 
                                               Great big hug and release.
Fall into the tumble of earth churned rock.
                                                                             No one
but me
                   to see  the castaway burning through
to my side. Call them meteorite, spore, seed planted
for tomorrow traveling the empty spaces of time
wondering when, how, where the tick tick tick
of radiation
                      changes our bodies and our minds.
To be melted down, patted onto others, cataclysmic
blown and find a way to solidify, decorate
                                                                             and blaze.


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GROUSED

                                
                                    If you decide to
                               dig up your lush green grass to
                                    Plant on my side, you~

                               Are more than welcome;
                                    Otherwise keep to your side
                               And stop complaining.~

                                    Always remember 
                               when it rains, it pours down on
                                    All God's creation.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-21-2012


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POMPEII

In the Grecian bay, of Paradise lost, a slumbering Giant
Does sleep, at eases restless peace.
Beneath thunder mountain's base, across the blue divide,
Exists a bustling sea port, full of culture and tradition.
Beware Pompeii, for natures wrath hovers above thee.
Within safety’s sheltering harbor, the population lies
Completely at fates mercy, as if innocence children, left
Alone to play in the wilderness, without protection. 
Look into the stilled waters, it is a thin pain of glass,
A mirror's image of a grand utopian society,
That's shattered in a tenth of a second by reality.
Here their echoing foot steps, down ancient
Roman roads, voices screams silenced by
Death's gloved hands, striking without warning.
A phantom people frozen in stone, hidden 
Beneath an ashen graveyard. 
Forgotten by posterity, until unearthed exposed
To destiny’s future.
Hell's fire storm unleashed on earth, 
It begins with a quaking rumbling, an eruptions
Mumbling, forecasting a foreboding doom lying
Stirring does the mountain dragon, awaking 
Inhaling, exhaling, releasing calamity’s white
 Hot blaze against Pompeii, with the raw force
Of ten Hiroshima bombs.
A volcanic shock wave felt around the world,
Smokes pyroclastic cloud blinding the sun,
And biting at the global sphere itself.
Catechism's ultimate destructive tidal wave,
Rocks mankind to it's inner most core, 
Leaving at flash points center, nothing alive.
Apocalypses Thunder Dome, a seething fire pit,
From which evacuation’s few survivors,
Become castaways orphans, left to the four
Winds mercy, a nation without a country,
A people of the seven seas.
Behind them are their kindred, memories
Forsaken of flesh and bone, now ashen
 Residue buried alive for all time,
Legacy's tribute to the volcano 
Known as Mt. Vesuvius, and a paradise lost,
Called Pompeii.



BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
 






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DEATH of the DEER

Chasing dazzled eyes of dew
Forests tickling greenness at my toes
Pebbles giggle lullabies in blue
Thirst is penetrating soul...

Echoed steps worries the skies
Violins long for their trees
Thunder without lightning shoots 
Wounded sunset bleeds on heart

Chased and dazzled, color-blinded
Grass turns sky and sky is dirty...
No more thirst, a deaf encounter
Hunters of my soul...and I...


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Shades of Fall

A path, blood red from dying leaves,
Journeys to a foreboding occult place
Yet, it seems to call out my name
And my curious soul needs to 
Wander amidst the tunnel of trees,
Become lost, lost in thought as well,
On a quest to conquer the wild, the
Unknown, to emerge victorious in
Making my way out of the tangled
Trees, and out of my tangled thoughts.
Ahead, I can see a foggy light.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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Tropical Paradise

Alligators bask lazily on tree limbs overhanging the meandering rivers Gentle manatees playfully rise above the water line to catch a breath Such a delight to see these threatened mammals rebounding Palms and Live Oaks stand as sentries on the river banks Casting tropical silhouettes against the orange orb as it succumbs below pink clouds Across the peninsula on the Atlantic coast, seagulls huddle together Winter winds ruffle their feathers as they scavenge for food Even in cold weather, “snowbirds” flock to our shores Retirees leave their footprints on our white sands Each day, their prints are washed away as the tide thrusts its wet arms *Entry for Brian's Imagery contest


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Unifying Theories of Chemistry

Unifying Theories of Chemistry 

Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses

And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding

So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin

As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions 

While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing

And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth

Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth

This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born

While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty

Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental

Unity
 



 


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Nature Speaks

Have you seen a bamboo? 
the tallest grass ever exist, 
dancing and bending and swaying...
whistling upon nature's grace? 

Have you seen a woman, 
standing beneath heavy rains and winds; 
and thunders and lightnings that flashes, 
enduring and firmly believing, 
that she can surpass everything? 

Have you seen a canvas, 
with nature's subject on it; 
i can paint it very well; 
a withering bamboo and crying woman on it? 

Nature... nature... listen to inner whispers' cry...
may you strongly fight as I fight; 
may you survive long from harmful hands; 
that never cease to harm your sight!

Inner Whispers


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Waiting for new leaves

Waiting for New Leaves

I am a red flower tree,
I am waiting for my new long thin leaves,

I am waiting for my leaves,
Like a new beginning for another Spring,

The clouds are trying to console me,
The wind too is trying to soothe me, 
By its cool and refreshing blowing,
The tiny black bird, 
Will come soon again 
To swing and feast,
My red flower's sweet,
Which she eats while singing
And swinging on my trees..

The cycle of life,
Keep running like this.
Seasons come and seasons go,
They leave their impressions, 
On the sands and sky of time.

The only thing which never fails to persist,
Is the change of things and change of time,
Which always turns,
Sooner or later and never fails.

So wait for your turn of good days, 
It would come soon with my new leaves, 
And your hopes and dreams would revive,
To brighten your life,
With love, joy and music.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 7th Aug. 2012

This Poem was originally written by me on 17th May 2010
on the Photo of Red Flower Leaves as my Photo Poem.


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The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


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springs fashion show

Naked trees,dressed by springs fashion.
Birds seek refuge in the sleeves of trees.
Warm breeze run up the trees sleeves. 
Feathers are cleaned by a brush of wind.
Spring gives birth to a clean look. The best
designer the world could have. Springs fashion
 show my eyes must have.


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Bodega Bay

Whitecaps splash against
Charcoal colored rocks that
Lie in scattered clumps 
Hugging the summer shoreline,
Leaving white frothy foam 
That quickly disappears as
Steadfast rocks prepare for 
Their next embrace.
The ocean is calm today 
And my thoughts drift
Through azure skies 
To mingle with the clouds.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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Treasures Forever Hidden

Stirring sea green waters
Shifting sand finding flesh

Tides come and go
Moonbeams glow

As smooth perfect pearls grow
For thousands of years it has been so

But the lucky ones find their way
To the magical places far away

Those waters forbidden
Where treasures stay forever hidden


©Donna Jones


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Let us walk together

Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather

we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees

and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place

and when we are deeply satisfied	
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
                                                
and we shall walk back home 
dreaming of love 
which does not wither 
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden 
painted on our minds  


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Rains Magic

Rains Magic

Please see the Photo on following URL of World Art Foundation

http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/rains-magic?context=latest


The dark clouds were hovering, Indicating the Rains would shower, And I was thrilled by the Magic of Nature, My soul too was in dance, In tune with the Nature. Ravindra Kanpupr India 27th July 2012
Submitted in honor of Carol Brown's 'Raindrops Falling' contest


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Drought

Cool; green; heat; dry; brown; dust . . .
The wind blows
enticing moisture from the dirt.

Forming quiet earth quakes
that sneak along rupturing the soil.

A small weed muscles the crack larger;
hiding in its shade,
making earth powder as it drinks the last dew.

It peeks up to bathe in the heat brought here on foul breath.
Inhaling into dry nostrils,
it leaves the earth gasping,

weary of filtering the particles that were once our home.


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Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





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PARADISE

Barefoot through a field of dreams
Spring sun caressing down
Scent of jasmine in the air
Breeze dances on my skin
Paradise!

Syllable count: 29

Contest: Nette's "SOMEWHERE"
Date: 1-9-15
Poet: Lyric Man


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The servant

From the servant on the mountain
came the song.
The clouds still leaking colours
and the tall grass,
dressed in yellow plumes;
the birds a burst of laughter in between.

This is the glory,
the land;
the rivers that run it,
the trees that forgive it,
the rain and the wind
its applause.

This from the servant,
the master
and heir to the land:
I shall stand here and learn
how to trust and obey.
I will stand here and love you forever.


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White Night

O sleepless dawn
These streets spread along
Jump jump jump
This rope of sleep
I want to stay awake
And smile at the sun
As it hurts my eyes
Why leave on me 
When the rest are asleep
O sleepless dawn

Your moisture crawls 
On my head and feet
And damps my clothes
And licks my cheeks
Why leave on me
O sleepless dawn
When the rest are asleep

I want to wander aimlessly
In the morning light
Like a moth would roam
Around a neon light
I want to sit on cars
And catch some sight
Of slumbering eyes
O sleepless dawn
I want to stay awake
When the rest are asleep

I want to scratch my
Ears and sit on dirt
Perhaps walk barefoot
On this sullen earth
I want to sprint and sweat
And break and flee 
O sleepless dawn
Why leave on me


As I watch your rays
In the sky break free
With shadows dancing
Inside of me 
I want to be alone
In this secluded delight
O sleepless dawn
Why not hide your light
From all the rest that
Are asleep


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Self PORTRAIT

I will start with using my hand as a guide
And in the end I will open my eyes that I will decide

I consider to do this with one thing in mind
I will close my eyes and will imagine it blind
With no colors or fractionation of the light
Just plain me and a vision with my hand as my sight

My hair is very coarse and some what fine
What I just described is so benign  
I twirl my hair and make it bend 
And I will say its very clean not oily on the ends

As I press on my forehead I simply feel a distinct part
I notice from hair to skin it is very different from the start
The simple partings from hair not like skin
I am going to feel with my other hand and begin

The smoothness of my skin like years of water eroding a rough rock surface smooth
Not just that my skin is like home to years of stories like scars and attitude
And when I raise my eyebrows the wrinkles it makes is more so for expression
I did not notice it with certain ideas, thoughts, and emotions

I run my hands down to my eyelids I feel movement of my eyes trying to peek
Eyelids that I have, vibrates with some kind of fear, Why?, that I will seek
Just now as I thought about it a sensation ran through my brain
My eyes is the world to me and that is true and not insane

Myself portrait of me is through my touch for now
But to finish it I will have to open my eyes soon and how
I been in a trance full of so many ideas just with my eyes closed
I run my hand on my nose and lips and I smile who could apposed

The feelings in the tip of my fingers rub on my chin and jaw with care
I do notice roughness of unshaved velcro gripping hair 
I skip my ears so I will sneak a feel with my fingers I chose
I notice it is like my nose with cartilage, so I don't suppose

I will now open my eyes that I will use a mirror to see myself
My head is oval shape and my neck is like a stump, please help
My skin is very tan and my eyes are brown with my eyes I see
With all the description with my hands, one sure thing is the same and key

It is the description of measurements that is what my hands and eyes can see me
With a smile I am looking into the mirror and I can describe that I am happy
Myself portrait of me is such a way to get to know myself once more
I will never think it was a waste of time or a bore




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the Rose


                 The Rose innocent white, soft pink, yellows 
                colors touch your soul vibrant red to amethyst

                enhances beauty yet a thorn awaits to break skin
                as life does piercing your heart with a thin pin.

                My life has shed drops of blood through each petal
                 as if in return for the love and beauty you feel

                hence pain underneath patiently waits the bloodletting ~

                The rose symbolizes love yet vulnerable to hold
                for when you open your heart it can be left bleeding

                The best of surgeons can not beat your heart
                It is the inner faith and God himself whom gives strength 

                whispers in your ear you shall live you will exist
                your life meaningful as the water and sun to the rose

                 For I am your God  your existence is not over yet .
                        You must Live ~You must Bloom 
                       
                 


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Sad Landscape - Our Planet

How can anything live in this World of ours

No Green any more have the Trees
Flowers now all Black and Dying
No Songs, the Birds no longer Sing
No Wind rustles through the Trees

The Waves no longer crash on the Sea Shores
No Sound of Music playing in the Air
Children, We no longer hear at Play
The Vast Sky An Enormous Black Void

What The Hell Have We Done

No Fish break the Surface of the Still Lakes
No Sounds of Sheep or Lowing of Cows
This World of No Colour or Laughter
Sends Shivers Down my Spine

Nature tried Time and Time Again
To Warn us to Change our Ways
Sending Plagues and Aids among Other Things
But Did We Listen to Her Pleas?

Instead We De-voided Forests of Their Trees
Polluted Our Rivers, Lakes and Seas
Why didn't We Listen, We Just Continued
To Pillage and Rape This World of Ours

What The Hell Have We Done

Everywhere I look I see Emptiness
There is Only One Colour Left
That of Blood soaking into the Land
Its Vivid Red Hue shocking

yet as all will know
blood when it hits the light
turns colour, turning to Black
against the Poisoned Landscape

What The Hell Have We Humans Done

written 03/20/2014

contest Saddest Landscape

try reading it out loud


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The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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WATERWORLD


Below earth,darting fish hear the arteries of the undersea replete with mollusks and embroidered shells as wreath of lotus revels in peace, bathing in the salt of puffed clouds. Gentle are urchins whispering tuneful language of serenity ,somewhat delicate as sea bed is to coral in the moist throb of dweling spaces for trade fleets to beckon the blue. Like so, guardians of an archipelago watch emblems of armadas ruffling the Pacific rim. Man- made vessels are aliens in the waterworld: greedy eyes, clawed hands pirating the mothers of pearls and infants of reefs. A watchful dolphin rolls along, shaking the ark's basement ramming doors of the ocean floor: a world poisoned by tainted oil and dynamites where callous merchants invade the daily haul from innocent fishermen. Along shores, a divide between friends and foes is uncompromising; that beyond words, lord of tide rises to acknowledge the kindness of strangers, if they are kind enough to respect a waterworld's sacred heritage. Caleb Smith's Gone Fishin' by nette onclaud


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Earliest Spring Forest Blooms

Early spring flowers live hurried lives upon the forest floors.
As soon as the ground thaws, they peak forth their tiny blooms.
Alongside ponds and running streams purple violets are seen.
White trilliums and bluebells grace the still brown earth.
They only thrive until the canopy thickens with green.
Still some blue breaks through and sun dapples its rays.
It's Mother Nature's will that life keeps springing up,
And repeating itself endlessly.


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A Fisherman's Tale

A FISHERMANS TALE
By
Kevin L Fairbrother


Blowering Lake in the Snowy’s is the place to be
To catch a Yellowbelly or Silver Perch
Or if you are lucky a Murry Cod or a trout
They all live beneath the cold waters of the lake

I flog the water with spinning rod and lure
Changing frequently my choice of lure
I try to entice a fish to strike…but no luck
At this rate I would be lucky to catch a cold

Along comes a regular fisherman, introduced himself as Wayne
Having any luck old mate he asks, not me mate I have no luck
No bloody fish here I says to Wayne, He says it’s not luck you need
It’s a worm on a hook and pure skill that will get you a fish

He sets up his rod and baits the hooks with wriggly worms from his garden
He casts the line out into the lake and proceeds to make a cup of tea
No sooner had he poured the tea when he had a strike, he set the hook
I’ve got a nice fish on you grab the net be ready to catch him


You lucky old bugger I says to Wayne, no luck involved just pure skill
A 2kg Yellowbelly as fat as mud he will go down well for tea
Not to be outdone I changed my lure and cast it into the lake
On my third cast I spotted the dark shape of a fish following

A strike I yelled as I set the hook and the fish- well he took off
I played him out till he started to tire, fetch the net old mate
This fish is a whopper; I played him out till he went belly up
Wayne rushed over and gently placed the net under the fish

Wow what a fish Wayne said the bugger is twice as big as mine
You were bloody lucky- I reckon I brought you good luck say’s Wayne
No bloody luck involved I say’s to Wayne, old mate
It’s just my good looks and pure skill   


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Elysian fields

There are these gifts from the Lord here where I stand   
Down the rivers edge with pebbles and dreams
Where the morning sun lay basking so sweet
Silver flickering springtime bugs
Flushing waters over submissive gems
Leaching carpets of moss find cozy roots
And those squeaking limbs rub in the breeze 
My shoes are soaked in this boggy soil -
But nuisance or not this feeling  lingers  
This place where I foot and stumble- 
Has changed with season 
But each change intrigues me so 
I’ve longed for the new birth to pioneer its self 
Oh joyful robins you’re a welcoming visitor-
And you shall create your nest for fledglings to come
This beauty I see in everything inspires me
Past the hallowed trunk and the particle pale fields 
My bench invites my to tell my tales


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The flower

The flower is
the stem's cry 
of beauty 
to the universe.


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The Featherbeds

The feather beds are a string of mountains near where I live, famous for its raised bog lands, where my father and his brothers cut turf for many years. In spring / summer a wild cotton flower blooms giving the mountains their name.


In youths embrace I walked in mountains,
My father’s steps I tried to follow.
He led the way from town to wilderness
And there it was my soul he freed.
Windswept hills of raised bog and peregrine,
Swooped winds flared the will of the wisp.
Cotton top flowers waved their white clouds,
Beckoning me,  to loose myself in awe.
Slain and sod, man and muscle worked as one,
Bright Heather draped the hills a regal hue.
Bracken fronds greened the soil of spring.
Larks and curlew cries hung upon the air. 
As my father shushed us to silence and embrace,
His wonderland of peace.
At seasons turn and Bracken colours fade,
Gorse and heather flair their restful hues.
Sheep saunter through with heads bowed, 
They slowly leave the mountain once again.
The feather beds dim as clouds dip low and veil.
And silence flees before winter wind and rain 
In adults disgrace I left the mountains,
My father’s steps hard to follow.
Still longing to find the way of wilderness
To free my soul once again and be with him.


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Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/maravian-field-marek-kiedrowski/#comment-17502


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The thaw

tiny drops of water cut through
 folds of refuse
 laying dormant in the 
crest of spring 
where fissures of melting ice
retreat.

I lay sprawled against the top sheet 
Eyes fixed on the tempered glass 
before me 
drawing circles with the 
heat from my breath.

The yellow light, daunting, 
and new, creeps slowly 
aware of the struggle ahead
 
Winter's refuse marks its ground
at times, forcing the sun back
tucked high in grey skies.

The yellow light  rebounds 
stronger this time
awaiting winter's demise.


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The Fall

Tic, tac, I’m waiting to hear
Ti, ta, my hands shake with the beat
A relapse of this self-produced Parkinson.
------I finally hear something beautiful
My toes curl up and down and dance to the music.
I float away and see my shoes from above
My hair dances to the beat and the room grows smaller
As I fly away into space
I see the same things over and over and over and over
Little, burning, british styled cottages
What is it I’m waiting to see?
I dive into a cloud in search of what I know I will not find
My back aches as I reach for that I don’t know what;
I think I’m getting closer.
Over over here the air seems to be sweater
That, I think, is a sign I’m near.
It’s grimy, I’m flying on my tiptoes now. Tiptoes.
A ghost of sugar approaches me, with the sun as a head
I follow its finger and its mysterious direction and swim away
There! I’ve seen it! My heart takes the melody over
It is me who commands the tune! Pom-pom, pom-pom…..
As I grasp it I wait and wait and linger and remain
For the explosion.
I don’t know what to expect, its wrapping so beautiful!
From here, I Jazz my way down and fall back into this painful black shoes
But all is better now;
I Samba the day with a smile smudged on my features
I know there is Salsa in this world!
Then I walk down the street, moving my body
The Polkaing fingers won’t stop
They’ve been accelerated:
Tra la la la.


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Waterfall

Across the bridge and through the Glen
Past Mill on right, wheel stopped again
Trees are leaning on the slope
That they stay up that is my hope
Till I am past and on my way
Past bracken brown and grass like hay
There in the distance, silver and tall
Musically cascading the waterfall
I sit on rock and watch flow
That carved its way eons ago
And watered foliage in the Glen
Powered Mill wheel, stopped again
Through some unseen broken part
Deep in the Mills great grinding heart
Still onward flows the falls emission
Tween banks of green with people fishing
Till estuary at last gives way
To open sea where fish can play
And wind the moisture can lift high
To form great rain clouds in the sky
To feed the spring, that feeds the tall
Musically cascading waterfall




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Rainforest floor

From the sky it falls
As do many others
Where will it land?
Only calculated formulas can tell

As it is suspended
And hurled down
It is confined and alone
Not bound to another

Some will land in an ocean
Others lakes, ponds, creeks, puddles
Even into earth beneath the trees
Left to find another source similar

A journey short for some
And tedious and suffocating for others
To be hurled into acceptance
Or to travel until it is found

When we splatter from above
And bind with another
What will you wish fo
An ocean of options
Or a rainforest floor


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The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


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Lunophilia

The remnants of my breakfast 
resemble the remnants of 
my nocturnal glowing chimera. 
The yellow streaks left 
by the bulls eye (sunny-side up)
were like the broken moonbeams 
that spilled through my trembling fingers
over my face, forcing me to confront 
my insomnia, my nightmares.
I wake up and stare at the moon.
Corpulent and cavernous,
a trap door in that aerial abyss
with its pale yellow that sucks out 
colours from every object it touches
with the steady consistency of 
a recurring hallucination. 
Mesmerizing, maddening
Sole witness to my 
dreary ramblings.

         -  Jeena Mary Chacko (May 29, 2011)


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Natural Seduction

                                                         In the night's gentle quiet,
                                                         feel the whisper of breeze
                                                         the encompassing swirl
                                                         the warmth of its caress.
                                                         Inhale the ocean's brine,
                                                         feel the sea's divine touch,
                                                         languish in the rapture
                                                         of your own renewal.
                                                         Witness the shadow dance
                                                         of the native beauties,
                                                         hear the beckoning swish
                                                         of their alluring limbs,
                                                         succumb to the motion
                                                         of their natural rhythm.
                                                         On the sand all fall prey
                                                          to their erotic sway.


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Let Winter Be Gone

Cold wind on my cheek be gone!
I have seen the ravages of your power
And l cower at how my pale face
Matches your drifted drafts of snow.

As the rain melts you into black ice 
You are clever old man, your frigid fingers
Tugging at my cap and scarf, letting me know
Who rules this season of sleep and sorrow.

I've seen the creatures you have left stiff and
Starving as your beauty belies your silver swords.
Whistle your flighty self toward the south and
Once again let the gardens grow to let spring sing.

©1-20-13  


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A wonderful show - nature a popular theme contest

I am sitting here on the sand
Knees bent arms hugging them close
Looking in wonderment at the sky
an artist's hand is painting it's finest work

First a splash of red to lighten the dark sky
followed by  lighter tones of orange
to bring out the nights glow
Then the yellow is applied to raise it up
to the most beautiful sky, a wonderful show

But nature has more to enthral us
Silently wending its way through the nights sky
I see large birds returning home
Their silhouette completes the picture
black shadows against a bevy of fiery hues

I try to remember the tones using my minds eye.
We are so lucky to be able to enjoy such a nightly scene
nature bringing us pictures anew, for us to peruse


Penned 30 May 2013





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My country and I

My country and I
Do not into seasons divide our love
We go from wet to dry
Twice for each we grind day to love
And through night see
Our children like stars make sweet light
Fished in trembling sea
And drink of bees and flowers plight.


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quiz clue no. 4

think hawking


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Your First Tee

Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant. 
Anticipation of performance consumes your thoughts, one, two, 
three and the spot light shifts. The wait of everyone’s eyes seem 
to mushroom on your approach, and the most minute sounds 
become ever so present.

Hoping your body will remember, you take your last gasp of air, 
all you can do at this point is pray for something respectable. 
As your eyes ascend and gaze down the fairway you exhale, 
for this time you have escaped.

Ever so silent wind with its calm the nature of the day is brilliant.


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NEST

NEST
Tiny red bellied birds 
Busy building a nest 
on an electricity transformer !

The couple
Use rubbish of nearby
Cable factory
Pease of wires, cables
different sizes, and shapes
wing its way
 Trapping in the sharp beaks

Irritable noise alarmed… 
The couple
Exhaustedly 
Sat a while on a wire, looking around

A little lad watching curiously
Asked, 
What you funny birds do there!

She bird replied with a sorrowful mew
Because,
You’re voracious, merciless 
And
Destroyed our lovely habited!!
 
Jayaratne Weerakkody


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Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


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Full Moon, Silver Night

Snow
Shining white
Still and soft
Shows silhouette shadows
Of the willow's slim fingers
Under a full silver moon

Black limbs of lace
Shadow dance in the flickering light
Of this full moon of shining silver

Like a shade, a cloud closes
Darkness slides over its beaming face
Dimming the shine of the full silver moon

Somewhere an artist's brush touches the canvas
Revealing the true color of the moon's painted face


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Wild Western Blizzard

What could I really know of the breaks 
                                                                in the land
huge canyons               bleeding red              cut by the wind
with the snow swirling                                  around our tires
barns upright 
                                   and fallen to a  tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
                        we scrape madly inside
                              trying to keep cold out
speed slowing
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone, 
                                                                    no worries about
cattle led inside to safety    to be watered               and fed
but what of us?
                       Will we be trapped clutching a candle
                             wanting a chocolate bar, 
                                 waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
                         of slumbering snow 
                                             to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
                                                                temperature dropping
dropping 
            until finally we see it                shining in the dark
                                          a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet  us
                                                                   scurry is off 
                             before our ears turn blue, 
                                would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard, 
                                                                      we have home.


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On this October Day

I sit in my garden gazing at the trees.
Leaves of gold, red, amber and orange fills the sky.
Some spinning downward, falling multidirectional.
A warm glow carpets the still green grass of fall.

The tree trunks look so much darker
Against the intense vibrant colored leaves. 
The backlight of sun rays illuminates them,
Giving them an almost translucency.
It reminds me of stained glass against sky blue.
It seems like an energy is infused within these leaves,
Setting them afire on this October day.
A wondrous contentment it brings me.
Nature is certainly at her healing best today.


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O Wind Stop for a Moment

From My New Photo Poem O Wind Stop for a Moment is based on My Photo Poem placed on twitter https://twitter.com/i/#!/kapoor_/media/slideshow?url=pic.twitter.com%2FEogY57bZ O’ Wind, please stop for a moment, O’ Clouds, don’t go away so soon, O’ Rains, please wet my face, With your ever refreshing water, O’ Enchanting colors hanging in the sky, Please wait, till I take brush in my hand, And stop for a while till I make your painting, On the canvas of life. Ravindra Kanpur India 14th Oct. 2012


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HAND IN HAND


It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows in your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.



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Peaceful

The setting sun
glowed with amber
timbers
As it sank behind
the warm tidal
waters
It's silence
compared to the
timeless rhythm
Of the waves as they
lap relentlessly
upon shore
A soft rustle
lullabies you into a
 hypnotic trance
Only to be broken by
a sea gulls cry
Not a breeze stirs 
as peaceful silence
consumes
Invading the depth
of your soul.



6/2/14


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River Prayer

Winding past sand dunes
like shapes of a cratered moon,
the river moves and ibis stand
on stick thin legs in the grand
flow of the Nile.

Mississippi muds ooze through
headwaters overflow
down to the shrimp bayou.

Macaws call in misty dawn
awakening monkey chatter
through swamps of the Amazon.

Frothy rapids cascade past 
cliffs that strain to touch the sky
above the Colorado's roar.

Out of  the old growth forest
comes a gurgle of water rushing as
the Willamette appears before us.

Winding, moving, crashing,
frothing, gurgling, roaring, oozing,
the stuff on which our lives depend,
our heritage,
our kin ...
this water.



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I'VE CROSSED THAT BRIDGE BEFORE

Planning on crossing over
where footprints of night
are ne'er seen...
There fish are spawning
in clear blue stream ~
Surrounded by verdant green;
Nature begins speaking to me.
An antiquated chine-wood bridge
gracefully arches it back
with sturdy braids makes a path ~
That I may cross  to a place serene
Where nightingales and crickets sing
It's a place where I do my thinking
Unafraid to shed my skin ~
by dusk as honey bear I may roam,
by dawn take flight as an eagle
I may be found soaring toward home.
Upon opening mine eyes
I come to realize the colors of the skies
Yes, I've crossed that bridge before


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LAST WARNING



God,
In His infinite wisdom said:*
“Let there be light” 
Then 
He went on to create this spectacular world
For us to delight!  
 
Man,
In his infinite "stupidity"** retorted:  
“ Let there be darkness” 
Then 
He was set to destroy this marvelous world 
With his mind's dim-witted starkness! 

Now,
Man has the horrible consequence of his 
Abominable crime to face
That no other is than the obliteration*** of   
Self centred human race! 

 

© Demetrios Trifiatis
  03 APRIL 2014


*Genesis, 1:3  

**“Albert Einstein said: "Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I'm not sure about the former.”

*** On Monday, March 31st 2014, UN’s most sobering report 
to date that was the result of a joint effort of 300 scientists
 was published. It grew to 2,600 pages and 32 volumes. 
The conclusions of the report are disheartening:
“We  are in an era where climate change isn’t some kind of future hypothetical,”
said Chris Field, one of the two main authors of the report, and Rajendra
Pachari chair of the IPCC (Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change) added: 
“Nobody on this planet is going to be untouched by climate change.”
This means no man or animal on the planet, as well as the planet itself, will be
unaffected! 


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Along the Ocean Shore

strolling all alone at the ocean shore embracing the cold breeze of a new sunrise I feel the freshness of the soft and gentle wind touching tenderly my whole being as you again fill my mind I hear the yodel of the small waves every melody conveys message leaving behind the memories I’ll forever cherish once in a while, waves walk towards me I can feel the tenderness of their kisses they wrap around with soft sand on my feet great relief and happiness I feel the scent of the peaceful ocean wafted on air I smell its therapeutic power for all my pains as I start to see a new sunshine I’m sure tomorrow I’ll be fine only scars are left behind to remind me to keep stronger as I’ll move on in my life
Nov. 25, 2012 First Place Contest: Any Poem Goes Judged:3/6/13 Poet Sponsor: My Greatest Poet PD Fourth Place Contest: Synesthesia Judged: 5/26/13 Sponsor: Nette Onclaud


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Moon

Liberating Luna

Luna is making her rounds again
Arrayed in her full circle of bright light. . .
Casting her luminous rays on bare emotions
She barges into the private sanctuary
Of the psyche with the powerful thrust
Of her surreal self and her imaginings.
She offers the promise of lunacy to lean on
While shifting the seas to her command.
Luna moves through the nuance of night quietly,
Often veiled by the shadows of passing clouds,
But her radiant silver sheen may still be seen
Through glowing mist as she enchants the sky.
If you want to feel the full ecstasy of her might
Swim or bathe naked in her light!

© 2013 April 


For Lisa Cooper Poetessdarkly's "From here to the moon and back Contest"


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Womb Of A Bird

...and how lovely 
to sleep in the womb 
of a bird

that caresses 
silk like skin 
and sense

all things 
around
are being taken care of

as sugar coated thoughts 
begin to traverse
the twilight sky

of a summer night 
when misty mist comes, sounding
on your jovial, pink lips 
   


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Rainbow

After the storm has passed,
Pelting rain has ceased, and
Ratchet winds have shifted into
Tolerable and non-threatening breezes,
Life resumes in an ordinary sense. 
As grey clouds move east,
The sky opens to unveil its majesty 
And daybreak takes its proper place. 
Slowly the sun emerges,
Rising like a phoenix, 
Renewing our hope and calm. 
The world looks anew.
As birds chirp and trees stand tall
No longer swayed by unfriendly gusts,
The clean scent of rain left behind
Brings forth a new freshness in the day.
Life resumes with kids playing in puddles
And downtown streets are busied with people
Who walk unrushed to appointments.
On lucky days when looking into the sky
A bow of colors may catch their eyes –
Such a rare treasure that makes them smile
As they take delight in its pleasing sight. 
What a miracles it is to see
After the passing of a storm. 
Perched above it signals harmony
And the promise of a new beginning.
A wondrous sign to behold,
A remarkable ending to that which has passed.


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A quiet place



The shadows from the moon glide across the pond
all is quiet as i visit walking softly under the willows
of this place i am fond

the voices of the night sing a welcomed melody
for right here right now there is no other place
i would rather be

the seasons change and with each renewal my
secret place welcomes me home like a warm blanket
during the evening chill

my thoughts gather here and each breath becomes
entwined while the problems of the day disappear like
the fog rising from the warm water into the cool
evening air

as i sit against the tree my eyes are drawn upward
through the branches where the first stars of the evening
are making their appearance

it is almost as if i am looking within a great snow 
globe and when shaken all the stars twinkle and
move about in a dark velvet blue sky

a breeze collects swiftly yet quietly running itself along
the edge of the pond picking up leaves and swirling them
round and round like a whirling dervish

how lucky i am to witness natures beauty presenting itself
in front of me like a grand play which changes from time
to time without reason or rhyme...


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The field

Soft breath winds crossed the field

Wildflowers bending in its reverence

Cottoned clouds in their endless journey

While the brook chattered over rocks

It was a secret place

Discovered on a Sunday walk

And later our place for picnics and passion

In the warm days of spring and new beginnings

 

Carrion crows gossiped from the stand of pines

Tall grasses hissed around the breeze

From somewhere a ewe called for a lamb

And the sun was gentle and generous

You would be there, on your back, eyes upward

Smiling at all that was 

Wishing that every day could be so wondrous

Until the splendor brought your tears of elation

 

And there was me . . . . sole witness of true grandeur

Found within the curve of your lip or winsome half smile

You were more glorious than the boastful clouds

More radiant than the sun against the brook stones

Far more gentle and fulfilling than the calming breeze

More easily loved than all of creation

For as the earth will one day consume me

So did you so long ago


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A Day To Remember

I thirst for just a little sunshine
A wisp of warm air to stir me
I get another gray dreary day
Wind so cold it chills to the bone

I lift my hands up to the sky
Try to break through to the sun
I blow my breath into the wind
To warm it through and through

The end result I can now see
There isn't a thing I can do
This is the day God has sent
So I will enjoy the day I have


Entry for Brian's  Any Poem12 Line Max Contest
3rd Place Winner


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A Forest Song

Along the old and winding path
Unwatched, unheard, unseen
A bird flew swiftly by
A robin red and soft
It sang a mournful song
That trilled and trailed
A tangled melody
The sun shone darkly
Through storm clad boughs
As spring spun gales rushed by
A heighted sensation
Soon mimicked in the small birds aria
Fell quickly cross the path,
That old and winding path
Where trees huddle closely
And whispers become lost
And life continues quietly
Unwatched, unheard, untouched


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PARADE OF SPRINGTIME


free spirit of spring: a new foliage wraps the air; vagabond sunset awakes upon colored tones, mounds of rosebud lips drip of citrine sensation…how beautiful they are, enough to rustle hundreds of maiden’s smiles: and while the swags of spring cuddles gemmed lilacs and dewed tulips--- a plump view shapes the morns into a spray of mountain blooms, spreading sheer rapture on long, wild green fields--- and flowers burst more daring than the red, orange and pink of sunlight, a trinket of bulbs surfs along garden beds waving their flamenco hands to greet tangled wet weeds. ...and much like the sun they were born from, florets thrust their tanned arms radiant, rare, robust… a parade of garlands dressed in satin hues burst on the first touch of light: finally, earth’s flesh is decked in springtime glow…waltzing
""""""""""" for P.D's' Spring Contest by nette onclaud


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THE LONE SENTINEL

                                     As I walk the beach
                                        a seagull
                                      a lone sentinel,
                                      announces my coming.
                                      His shrill cry beckoning,
                                             his comrades to fly.

                                      When I pass,
                                             they will return
                                       as though I'd never passed
                                           that way before.

                                       Covering my tracks with their
                                           thousand little feet.
                                         And again that lone sentinel,
                                          Posted to guard against
                                                 intruders.


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A curious choice

The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay 
openly exposed.

Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.

Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?

Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?

Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?


Author's commentary:

Scorpions are intriguing creatures.  
Urban legend has it that when they are threatened they will do one of two things:
sting their perceived aggressor, or sting themselves to death.

Thankfully, this is only a myth and my reverent faith in the scorpion remains intact.

But still, the idea led me to wonder why, when facing extreme hardship, 
some people exhibit self-preserving behavior while others opt 
to self-destruct.  

It's fascinating to me that the latter could be considered a viable option.

Heck, even scorpions know better than that....  


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THE WITCHES' BALLET

In late October the reddest moon didn't change its phase,
it remained in the same spot to watch the witches' ballet;
the loud music matched the mood of the mystical night: tambourines
and flutes frantically played; sneers, jeers, giggles of the ugliest witches
mixed with the goblins' roars while they danced around a huge, hot fire.


I smelled a foul odor, the wild dogs feasted on a bloody oar,
" Leave some for us, or we'll turn you into bats! "
the hunched witch snarled with menacing eyes,
but they roared and threatened her with sharp teeth,
then Olga began to speak Latin words to cast  
a spell on them and before it worked, they fled.


Glad that they had left, she dragged the dead animal
and hung it on a long rod to roast on the sparking fire;
hungry witches continued to dance with forks and knives 
in their hands, anxiously waiting for their Halloween treat.  



Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russel Sivey's contest,
" The Ultimate Halloween Contest "
10/5/ 2012


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When Paradise Returns

When Paradise Returns

That first year we cursed
the flood, channeled from
the border creek and basin of lakes
that added their support
King tides gave flux to sheets 
of water, rising silently after falling,
following the low-lying land
spilling once again between
the  waiting paperbarks

Our cattle, cut off from us, stood
utterly dejected - birds came
with the sounds of pardise,
re-claiming their natural habitat

That next year we waited with
the paperbarks, watching for the birds
to fill the wetland
waiting for them to fill the silent
fields again, as if by magic,
no longer cursed

 Suzanne Delaney


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THE NATURE OF THINGS

The Nature of Things

Birds ATE Worms,
Worms Tilled Soil,
Frogs ATE Flies,
Bees Made Honey,
Fish ATE Worms,
People ATE Fish,
Cats ATE Fish
Butterflies and bees
Pollinated.
Grass Grew, and the
Dandelions flew
al aroun' all aroun'
and Were Welcomed,
Life was simple back then.
Preying Mantis fought.
Snails made slime.

And the green grass
Still grew sublime
The trees bowed in dignity
and neutralized  the
Pollutants in THE AIR...
Then gave US the Oxygen
we breathed,
and the red clover grew
all aroun' all aroun'
Even the rocks did their part ,

Filtered the water and trickled

it down,to well up Into Springs...

Purified...and the red clover grew

all aroun' all aroun'

That was the nature of things...

when men loved naturally.

Until the disorder.

Who ordered the disorder.

If you if you do not know now.

Oh well!

I won't Tell --To bad for us all.

All I know, It was not that long ago

OK, I Will Tell ..it is

M o N S A N TO...Monsanto !

Now what we gonna do,

wait for our Karmic potion?

What goes around comes around...

and the red clover is

no longer all over-

and the green grass no longer grows

all aroun' all aroun'..

"Round up I would say.

"Agent Orange", the other nay

Every dog will have his day,

stay out the way

of other peoples karma .                                                                                                                             
Always ring the

alarm when you see

or smell harm

believe in your Intuition.

This is my last poem

In which I will speak

of times past,or will

I speak of blue skies

and babbling brooks.

I will tell you that truth

was written in books.

I will speak of air raids,and braids.

I will tell you how we went from

Empresses and Queens to slaves,

and from Stewards and

Kings to our graves.

I will inform you that people need

to get back on the right tract.

Will ask you to find your

dignity and take it back.

I will ask you to be vigilantes,

and stand up. Before we all fall down.

Before no more green

grass grows allaroun', allaroun'

I would ask you to draw lines and never

let anyone cross your boundaries.

I would tell you that the

herbs and the vegetables

were our medicine,study them

and get to know them again.

I would implore you to

question everything.

You are more than able

And never follow the crowd.

read the labels

We use to have Songs like

Black and Proud, or War by war.

War (uuugh) "What is it good for"

I would say so much to you

and send this hug to you.


Today I might be dead

and gone, but call on my spirit

and I will come.

Blood Sweat n Tears sang

"there will be one child born...to carry on"

Know that this battle can be won.

And no matter what

stay true to the real you,

whenever in doubt

Shout...the ancestors out ...

We are only a dimension away.

And that my friends is...

"The Nature of Things ".


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Softly...gently

      softly …gently
             showering blossom
                     mimicking
                  languidly
                        falling
                     snow
                        falling
                  languidly
                         mimicking
         blossom showering
                          gently…softly


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The metamorphosis of change

The thunder makes way for 
the lightning
As does the caterpillar make way
For the Butterfly
So too do I make way for 
The changes of 
Christ in me

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012




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Distance

Are we not all
The night sky for our atoms,
A brilliant display for our elements,
A grace for our composure?
All are vivid; All are rich,
But as with any star,
Dimmer with distance.


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Merengue Moon

The bouncing beat

Of merengue music 

At the beach bar pulses

Across the Bahamian bay

On a mellow breeze, 

Calling to the palms 

As they sway their arms

To the night rhythm, 

Inviting them into a dance 

With the full blue beams 

That tiptoe across the dark water

Eager to step onto the white expanse

Lit by the bright disco ball overhead


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Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls, smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues sparkled with crystals of dew; glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light, in the month of showers and flowering bowers. Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun. Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light; clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams, climbing a golden ladder of sunlight. Crystalline morning softly stroked your face: a sleeping jewel, gently polished by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009 Charlotte Puddifoot Motif: Nature


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Beautify

                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…
  

 


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Once I Sang Like A Little Baby Bird


I feel I’ve conquered 
the majestic night 

in an open field sodden with 
love of a countless gasps

I am not new to the world
swearing in the shadow of a cactus 
and mulling over the smiles 

of Northern stars tirelessly 
taking photos of my soul, which is always close 
to my birth, craving for prosperity

And, I crave for breath
accenting to mine

Ah, I am forever 

the tropical wind of my land 
where poetry is like a flower’s gatherer 
sweetly teasing my thoughts 
to sing like a little baby bird

in an open field sodden with
love of a countless gasps


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Parting Impressions


 
Parting Impressions Baed on My Photo Poem which can be seen on my Twitter URL https://twitter.com/kapoor_/status/246124905899364352/photo/1 And on World Art foundation by copying and pasting following URL http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/golden-rays-of-sun?context=user Parting Impressions O, Golden rays of returning Sun You are leaving your parting impressions On these lovely yellow and dark brown clouds While softly touching their lips By the aroma of your enchanting lights And saying to them a lasting Good bye. Ravindra Kanpur India 14092012


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Summer 2010

Heat days arrive with cloudless skies.
A sultry haze hangs evoking earthquake tales.

Sticky twilight mauve moves
another day, another month
another year passing
as sporadic fireworks explode
weeks before the celebration
of another date.

Dog dead days
bestir record keepers
to pronounce and announce
what few brain cells
have already registered ...
it is hotter than hot.


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The Homeless Flower

The pot is a homeless flower atop
the sill it's shanty town.

Without a place to put down roots
they weep without a sound.

Their tears of dew,
drip a strewn;
their cries of excess water.
The flower pot for all it's not
protests without a bother.

The pot is a homeless flower atop
the sill it's shanty town.

The dreams it's dreamt,
how trapped it's felt,
fore lack of solid ground.


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The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree


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Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


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THE DREAM

I've dreamed an admirable dream,
To touch the monolith's of Stone Hedge,
And understand their meaning.
What a bounty of knowledge have these
Once cave dwelling people leave us
As their legacy.
A hovel's kindred, whom came from
The darkness within the earthen tomb,
To experience the sun light, at the day 
Break of a new age dawning.
Not a transparent reality as now,
But an evergreen world, for them
To utilize.
An Eden to explore, a wild untamed
Wildernesses, calling to them come
See what I have to offer thee.
Oh what would I give to see this 
Wondrous place, where wild life roamed free.
This is my dream,
What would I give, everything???

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
02-10-2014





 





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Zest of Limes

I live where
lime trees bloom
before spring has come,
where early unattended fruit
drop from the trees...
I gather some
in a silver metal bowl
and place them on a table.
These green and yellow limes
are round, redolent, with a clean
citrus flavor.  I squeeze one,
release its oils, and rub my hands
with wringing motions,
cover my nose to breathe
the fresh, clean scent --
and marvel, once again,
how such simplicity
can cheer me.


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This Steady, Slow Drizzle

Our little stream flows
but a trickle most days
but rises, runs, today --
all busy energy.
Its perky
change of pace
does not match 
my current cast of face.
Still, this steady
slow drizzle
has its damp uses --
laving dusty leaves
to a clean and shiny green.
I am not thankful
for these gray skies --
they bring no joy
as bright sunshine might...
only sober, quiet periods
for reflection
unaffected by the colors
of cheerier weather.


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The sweetness

There’s some honey, so you can take they said
There’s some sugar, you might enjoy they say
But then you might not enjoy it by the end.

Within the sweetness of the word,
 There’s the sweetness of the soul
But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn’t a foul
Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don’t do now.

There’s the sweetness that rests upon this body,
The sweetness streaming by the currents,
Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways,
Just cascading into another future

But then while forming now the present to the future.
This transformation brings great changes with it,
And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind
Creates a mess, a honed mess
But now the dandelion is dying.

Who would take care of the dandelion?
The now sweet dandelion,
That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness,
Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun.

Anna~


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Incestuous Youth

Late afternoon surfers
clasp the wind-swollen waves
to chests rounded and tanned,
jut-nippled and muscular --
the scent of their youth
fresh as the salt air.
They ride the belly-quivers
of the fecund green sea,
endless, undulating, incestuous --
the common watery womb
which bore us all.


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Music of Sun

The Poem is based on MY Photo Poem
posted on World Art Foundation and can be viewed on
following URL
http://wafglobal.ning.com/photo/sun-s-music?xg_source=msg_appr_photo



Music of Sun

I have heard 
The Music of Sun
Accompanied by
The chattering of Birds
Which he makes
While embracing
The horizons every evening

The Music comes
When the Sun feels the touch 
Of the soft and colorful embrace
Of clouds and dust hanging in the sky
And his heart began to sing a song
On the heart's tune of every passer by.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 21st Oct 2012 


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girl on a bicycle

Girl on a bicycle
long hair flowing in the breeze
Lazily journeying
down quiet country lanes
were wild flowers bow their heads as she passes
and birds joyfully sing from lush green trees.

The warm summer sun
smiles down
on the girl below
and pure white doves
fly high
through a clear azure sky
chrome sparkles 
and wheels turn
up the hills and down
It's such a wonderful day to be alive
and take to the road and ride.

Peter Dome. copyright.2012.



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End of Summer for sure - Version 2 - Hopeful

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by leaves fallen at season's end,
gathering the moisture,
ready to rest from summer's toil
in a quiet and peaceful
dormancy.


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A Mistake of Time and Structure

    A Mistake of Time and Structure

It was forty by the formometer
The moon closed in
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was time to waste
If not It was a memory
And there it faded

It was thirty by the hidrometer
The sun fell out
It was a full end
If I remember
It was a gifted part of nothing
If not it was a clock
And there it stopped

It was twenty by the timeometer
The wind gave up
It was time with space giving way
If I remember
It was a place called winter
If not it was a thought I had
That evaporated

It was ten by the elderometer
Morning came to night
It was a place to sleep
If I remember
It was a slower moving body
If not it was a part of time
And it had passed

It was one by the nonometer
The mind froze up
It was a full stop in mid air
If I remember
It was a cold and numbing moment
If not it was a motion forward
And there was nothing there

It was zero by the outometer
And night filled in the void
It was a cold and numbered day
If I remember
It was a matter of time
If not it was a poem I wrote
And there it was in the dark


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Visuddha

And on the cusp 
of the existential meaning behind 
lush gateway lips,
      and secret whispers through trees -
from the opening of the human throat;
      and up 
into the symbiotic 
                              showers 
                                               raining low
      from beyond the touch of rudimentary digits;
equations born of tenure minds
      distilling concoctions of swirling smoke,
alive between sums, brought in
      through the inhale, and out
through the exhale;
      and each monumental thread 
from streaming off 
                                              the tongue between
      two defining lips;
reverberating between the kiss (a raspberry ready
      to puncture the filmy skin of sugar) 
dying before 
      the next Universe can be born…

And then, there was light      
      as she opened
                             her mouth;
and there on the cusp 
      lay the tendril thought lost.

                                         (they like to slip away)



*For Sami's contest, from the throat, and through the lips...


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Rainbow Waves

Rainbow waves 
Churning towards the shore 
Like horses, 
Their windswept manes 
Dancing 
Through the colors 
Of the spectrum


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A Galaxy Of Stars

I gazed at the midnight blue sky,
There was a galaxy of stars,
Twinkling above,
I thought how beautiful,
A silent reverence guested,
There was a crescent moon,
Distant simply there,
The sky is an education,
I thought,
My favorite astronomy book as a guide.

copyright Gwen Schutz


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Goldie

Goldie, my peculiar but beloved cat,
has certain affectations --
she prefers, most times, her own society
and shuns her housemates.
But, sometimes, she cuddles
or will join the others
to laze around -- in the living room,
the dining room, a hallway, or
in the kitchen.
An inside cat who, early on,
suffered the indignity of
"the operation,"
she asserts her independence
by darting into the front yard
when a door is opened --
and she pointedly ignores
any calls or pleas to come inside.
But when the door shuts
and no one is around, she is fearful,
immediately climbing up into the ash tree.
And there she stays
until I come to coax her down.
She may climb high up
and, finally, shakily manage
a descent to allow me to pick her up
and carry her back inside.
She never leaves the yard
but does enjoy ignoring me
when I am in a hurry.
She will dart about and run
from one side of the yard to the other.
For her, it's only an infrequent game.
And, as my treasured pet,
she certainly deserves to play
while testing the limit
of my affectionate, chagrined
commitment.


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On nights like this

Half of the world is asleep

And black bellied clouds rest upon the mountains

Sending rain to punish my roof 

While heaven complains against the ebony night

Shadows dark as evil sprawl beneath the trees

And lovers laugh, dodging puddles as they run

 

Gutters gush, gargling the torrent

As half of the world is asleep on rumpled beds

While creatures watch from boughs and burrows

The sycamore slumps beneath the storm

Where a hawk is stranded on a sheltered limb

And streams and brooks boast beyond their bends

 

The scene is solemn beyond the window

Where rivulets slide, blending into each other like lovers

A glaring bolt slides over the peaks, through the clouds

And the clouds complain about it a moment after

As half of the world is asleep, but not me

I have too much forgetting to do about nights like this


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Cold Day

Thistle down and mist
shrouded a valley
a chill November dusk --
a moon loomed over,
everything in halos
of pale, cold light:
no Indian Summer this...
Late geese flew, high up;
damp leaves burned slow
in an orange fire
whose smoke wraithed
straight up, in a column,
to the sky.


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Yet Another Spring

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas,
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!


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Sun is trying to kill me

Sun is trying to kill me,
but it's too far,
however, it's raising our temperature bar.

Sun is trying to kill me,
but it's too weak,
Earth's atmosphere is to thick.

But that giant yellow thing is cunning,
it made us, circling, running, spinning,
it wants to kill everyone,
to be just as it was on the beginning.

I saw it, standing up on the sky
with that vengeful look on its face,
it calls it self a star, such a disgrace


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Cloudburst

from a cloudburst,
a bouquet of sparrows


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End of summer for sure - Version 1 - Sad

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by fallen leaves,
saddened by season's end
and wet with shiny tears.


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Gods of Winds

Not a god, rather a goddess
brooding in the dark, 30 miles out
a lethal, murderous monster
deciding where to attack
and oh yes, did she attack
howling in fury, venting her rage
she attacked...
Wind gauges futile and flattened
She came to cleanse, to purge
cleanse our filth and purge our sins
Whipped up by God and Mother Nature
Sent to humble us, sent to teach us
to destroy our false Towers of Babel
our self-righteous, sacrilegious temples
She was horrible. She was beautiful. 
We never learn...

*Hurricane Camille - August, 1969
Mississippi Gulf Coast
Wind speed estimated at 230 MPH

Written on: 12/29/2014
Source: Biloxi, MS residents 


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the Farmer's field: dedicated to poet James Galvin

picking up his pen, cranking the motor
every grass-plot ready to develop a field
the Farmer jostles on, selecting fertile earth

dust lazing up behind his ink-sower
the sky a translucent tent over his head
the visions he plants
like coarse grain ready to sprout
in the onlooker’s mind

his machine treads parallel rows
each line behaving like another
his machine drops pale seeds
each plant-speck a potential thought-harvest
his machine turns at the earthy corners
each boundary concise and defined

his sowing done at this speckled dye-black field
the Farmer turns his pen to another
transforming the wild prairie
into orderly stalks
waving with whispered timbre


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The Reality Of

I have problems seeing the Christian God as the Alpha and Omega
-
All phases of life depending on Him
No matter what decision's made, he has the ball in his court-

He plays games in spite our feelings such as asking  Abraham to murder 
his only son- if that God knew what we think and what we feel-
how could he do that- then to reneg on it just to show He's real.

His followers know- they claim, God knows the universe and our hearts-
then why did he need proof from Abraham  to show boat his love for him?
Why did he hurt him so bad- with the close death of his only son for an Angel to come down and say “Stop!”
Why did God need that masochistic proof when he already know?

And supply our needs, no matter how large or small? What about all the 
millions of children who die everyday from starvation? From abuse and rape?
Is that just a “different way” for the almighty giver?”

He knows the weight of our burden yet never tries to lighten it.
He know when we are trying, he knows we care
Monitors each stumble, beneath weight too heavily given us.
Monitors but does not help- 
God's mercy to our sufferings is like a butcher's empathy to a cow he
bled for money....

“God shall never leave us,” I believe he enjoys the masochistic sights- perhaps that is why
he never leaves our side.

Praise and adoration to Him, as we live in *****and are forced into survival by sin?
Bend MY knee to him, I think not.

I'd rather a Man act as a God than a God act worse than a man.

Heaven has no turmoil- heartache or desperation, Policemen or judges,
murderers or convicts. Why we ask- Cause' God wants that masochistic play.


He says to forget about worldly pleasures- that is the only way into Heaven
Before it is too late- He wishes to corrupt those who have yet to be corrupted.
A jealous God, yes he is.

And they say upon the Lord-”They shall raise up upon the wings of eagles, shall
run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint.” All that means to me is you are more a slave in heaven than in life.
“He made many waters, not all streams will run dry”, yet he killed the entire world just to have fun playing with his big boat full of animals he could manipulate.

“But without faith it is impossible to please him” Do, if one can communicate God we wouldn't need faith.  And  faith alone-
For” God so loved the world  he gave his only begotten son” Mayhap He did, but so far as I see it was the Romans who held him captured and and crucified him.


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A summer sigh

The lush of the land lies as velvet moss green carpet
The river rushing its morning wash
rumbling as it spins twisting and turning its tidal path
over the chance carried stones to the seas
Where the coastal sands of time are met
Meeting waves pulled by undercurrents
Finding rocks, kale, seaweed and moss covered
Just as the hair of cherubs faces foamed
Then gently adorned with shell and mollusk jewels
and salty sea air crusts crystal formations alongside
In come the tides bringing with them oceanic treasures
Driftwoods, wreckage, salvage, 
that have crashed and bashed the cliffs along the way
To finally rest ashore and be renewed
To become beach combers delights
Trinkets gifts or items for the home


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A Glimpse of Hawaii

A tunnel of branches with leafy green shade
Arc over the winding quiet road
On our windward island’s side
Heading toward the north shore
Where giant waves treat surfers
To the thrill of a lifetime in winter season.
Look deeper into the tunnel of leafy branches
To espy the trail of ants busy at work
And see the gecko capture his breakfast roach.
Look beyond the giant surf
Down through the teal colored waves
And see honu swim with schools of fish,
In unison, as they go about their exciting day.

One cannot help but sense that deeper flow,
That serenity of our island’s glow,
Which surges forth through verdant
Flapping leaves with bright bananas
Peeking out, or not be moved by radiant blossoms
Of varied hues of the ever blooming China rose.
As the sun rises over Diamond Head 
And birds take flight--to any soul’s delight--
They begin their chatter amidst the fluid air,
The day begins just as it ends,
 In paradise.

© 2010 Connie Marcum Wong

Aloha, and Mele Kalikimaka! (Merry Christmas!) 


Gecko: is a small, mostly nocturnal tropical lizard of the family Gekkonidae, usually 
having toe pads that can cling to smooth surfaces: the largest species, Gekko gecko,  is 
sometimes kept as a pet. 
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Honu: The Pacific green sea turtle is called honu
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China rose: Another name for Hawaii’s state flower the hibiscus

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Side note* The Pacific Green Sea Turtle


Did you know that all the hatchlings in the nest of the Pacific green sea turtle are either 
male or female? The sex of the turtles is determined by the temperature of the nest. 
Cooler nests produce a clutch of males, while warmer nests produce females.


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Can't wait to meet the Sea

Rushing down the mountains
It jumps with glee
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Winds through the mountains
Forests, valleys and greens
Fishes and insects sail along
Feeds Animals and Birds with joy

Its color matches the sky
Pure and virgin
Rushes through the land of man
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Man calls it river
Makes it flow like gutter
The sky is polluted
The river matches the sky

Slows down the river
Misused and abused
Where is the sea?

It hits upon a wall
It leaps upon and peeps
The other side, dry and barren
Far away rests the sea

Waits for the walls to open
Feeds the parched lands with bliss
Winds down the offered path
Can it meet the sea?


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THE TYPOON HAIYAN

The winds of a thousand screams,
Descended upon paradise, leaving
Destruction's wreckage behind in it's evil
Black embrace.
A shock waves avalanche hit Eden, 
With hurricanes blast force, and velocity's
Speeding acceleration, a winds storms
Cyclone, born from the cradle, of the
North pacific ocean.
Funnel's hell cloud on earth, consuming
Humanity as if a vacuum cleaning, sucking
Away life itself, from the green land below.
What salvation has mankind from this reclamation,
Nothing but death's desert remains left behind.
By thunders wake, and earth quake, nature
Takes back what once belonged unto herself.
Bloods waves wash upon the distant shores,
Building resort towers have fallen, as dominoes
To greed’s need for progress exceeds his right.
The lion has been set amongst the lambs,
It's hunger is never satisfied.
Cry do the angels of God's mercy, for
The souls lost do we pray.
Tears fall for the survivors, and nations
Give aids rescue by flight and by sea.
But paradise lost cannot found, it's
Dream of a peaceful life's existence,
Has washed away with the whispering
 Winds, distant echoing.
For only the lonely remain, with a
Visions illusion for what once was,
Has been swept away with the tide.
As a new horizon sunrise awakens,
To the land of the barren, the world
Is left in mourning.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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Gunpowder

Tha frozen flowers are being painted 
by an unknown painter.
The butterflies are looking for gunpowder
in the winter
to burn themselves,
to burn these beautiful frozen flowers.

A Chaotic Circle with the power,
with the guns and gunpowder;
It confines everything except stars.
I want to brake these bars!

Without love our only chance is a miracle.
Can we save the butterflies
from this vicious circle?
Can we change the smell of gunpowder?
Can we change the world?


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A golden rise

It was yesterday when you died
At the horizon far west
And your blood smothered 
The touching edges 
Of the sky and the mountain 
While you sank in its redness

Your funeral was fairly attended
By multitudes of mourning stars
Uniformly dressed in black

Today you resurrected
At the touching edges
Of the sky and the mountain far east
And like a child 
Fresh from its mother’s womb
You were covered in blood 
Which turned golden as you rose

Your resurrection comes as a sign
Of the birth of a new life
It turns our darkening dreams gold
It illuminates our paths 
And makes us see the future 
Awaiting beyond the horizon

Yet again you will
In the evening die 
And sink in a pool of blood
At the touching edges 
Of the sky and the mountain far west
And leave us longing 
For another golden rise


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Wild Flower

Unassuming simplicity 
Child of the wild 
A bit of color to catch the eyes
It’s too much to leave her behind 
Sentimental blindness
Can only give bad guidance 
Leave her; why break her?
Look only, but do not touch
You’ll soil your hands
Can never be friends
To embrace nature is not in your nature
Think you’ll just put her on your table?
You’ll be unable
A narrow vase by your hands made
Freedom cannot recreate
Take her home, and she’ll wither
But your guilt won’t die with her


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IF ONLY I COULD CATCH THE SUN, ever so softly


I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
Then,
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 


And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 


If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 


If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
ANYTHING. 
Just for something this grand. 


The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.



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Snowflakes

a slight breeze and loosely packed snow on yonder branch comes tumbling down in myriads of tiny snowflakes each flake becomes a miracle glistening in the streetlight like a diamond


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ICE FLOE

06 February 2010

Ice Floe

The glacial epoch is now part of history
The spectacle of glacier widely seen in the Arctic
A habitat for Arctic mammals and where the trees end
This is the land of the midnight sun

A huge mass of glacier is shrinking
Detached to become an iceberg
And now melting into chunks of ice floe
Resembling a broken and frozen waterfall

Steller’s Sea-eagle flying over sea
Do watch the Inuit hunter stranded on high cliff
The orcas graceful dive into the deep
And the flickering of an iceblink

Extremely cold slowly subsiding by this global warming
Shrinking Arctic ice and rising the sea levels
Can there be another aurora borealis to glow in many colors
While the last polar bear clinging to the top of the last piece of ice floe


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The Owl

Deep large eyes staring down
Gracious but ghostly in many ways
Turn it's Head 'What does it see?'
Very careful watching me

Beautiful song that brings fear
For those who love old lady tales
Of what your voice may bring
Sad Omen so very unfound

Like an Arch Angel spreading wings
With such eminence, power and grace
Majestic bird taking it's flight
Into the black dark night

 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


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THE DRAGONFLY

Oh where does the dragonfly go, between the reeds,
And murky shore.
Gently dipping his wings edges, in the waters cooling
 Ripples, dancing across the tingling ponds waves,
To moisten it's beautiful translucent appendages,
So sheer and delicate of design.
Danger's bullfrog, on the Lilly pads so sits still,
Waiting ever so patiently, for the dragonfly to slip.
Yet awareness’s great aerial acrobat, knows better
 Not to mess around with this amphibian's slick
Devilish tongue.
So flights fancy leads him beyond, the flabby 
Froggies reach.
Testing limitations boundaries, this lighter
Than air insect, soars at mercy's whim,
 Gliding the currents wind, and tasting freedom's
Glory of wonderment.
Inspiration's tiniest of miracles, melts the poetic
Heart within, humbling one to pause, at nature's
Beauty beyond words expression.
Gleaming beneath the summers sun, the light
Shines and shimmers, as if made of glass,
A reflective surface of diamonds, cast asunder
With hews deepest blues, as it's aquatic canvas
Background below.
In this spiritual garden of the wetlands, cannot
Thee taste the essence of true purity, amongst
Clarity’s crystal clear air.
Oh do I not envy such a creature, as this the
Dragonfly, to drift a aloft from reed, to the
Abandoned Lillie pad, and see such magnificent
Natural beauty within nature itself.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 


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Autumn gold

Autumn gold 

on TV - the weather – guy 
predicted enthusiastically

a lot of sun and a blue sky
beautiful warm late summer days 
during the upcoming autumn break

he did not know
for sure
he did not lie
probably

the ticking on the window
sings a different song
the clouds are sharing 
nothing but rain

I have to go out
before the rain stops
into that wet world
into the cold

would it help
if I remembered
would it be different 
if I could touch
the autumn leaves
made of sunny  gold 

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2011-12

"Just" complaining about the weather..... or??????????

Third prize winner @ Poetrysoup-conest Üp in the Air" November 2012.


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In Honor of the Bride and Groom

How may I describe the enchanting bride?
As my raven haired beautiful child who
has matured into a lovely young woman;
exuding charm and grace and the
sensibilities of a care giver yearning to please,
even the strangers she meets.

Her spirited nature makes her dark eyes sparkle
like the sea she works near; her moods are
mostly calm and reliable as the tides,
except for an occasional storm that may
suddenly appear leaving one drenched
by a cloud burst from a foreboding sky. . .
which quickly moves on with the swiftness
of an ambiguous March wind.

Her poetic personality affords her the ability 
to pen her whimsical nature and fascination with
fairies with which she feels a vibrant connection.
Her love for her cat speaks well of a non-verbal
communication they both are content to share. . .
A way in which she also silently communicates
with her beloved husband to be, the handsome groom.
Here is a fine young man with exuberance and
a dashing personality that shines so brightly,
one needs to don sunglasses while in his presence.

His spirit of fun and laughter brings out the best in his
future bride, leaving little doubt they belong together.
He is on a positive path of intended growth he joyfully 
embraces, ignoring the poor economy that might be daunting 
to a less positive person whose dreams have no limit.
He is a man who appreciates the inner beauty of my
daughter as much as her outer beauty, thus he truly
understands her and her humbleness, they both possess.

A connection of great intellect, tender hearts with a generous 
love for humanity would be the best way describe them both.
Both love to hike in nature and explore little known places.
Their ultimate goal would be to share their love with a child.
A happy couple indeed, on the verge of matrimony
in sharing a life filled with adventure and contentment.
May God Bless you both on your journey through life.

Note* My youngest, Michelle, will be married this Oct. 5th
to her sweet fiancé’ Daniel.

For “Epithalamium Contest by Dr. Ram Mehta”


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Blue Orchids

I'd like to walk into her arms and let my worries die: The valley east of Eden, the forest, or the ocean tide A dream I've dreamt since slumber took me over A longing for the solitude to be held in nature's palm I'll let her rock me like a baby let me hear the river's psalm If you're ever looking for me I'm in the breeze by seaside night Blue orchids be my bed ensconced then her sunshine be my cover; and freedom's boundlessness- God's light


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Edge of the Forest

I gaze at the edge of the forest
and wonder of life therein.
My native knowledge tells me 
there is much to marvel at.

Whether it is morning, afternoon or evening
Mother Nature’s intervening schedule is
continuous, seamless, and wonderful.

The forest displays a sense of beauty 
and at any given moment—
a wild desire to be understood and appreciated.

I know that when my days are numbered and short,
I will conjure up in the depth of my consciousness
a past image as a child
standing at the edge of the forest—
eternal in my studied gaze and enchantment of all
wonderful and beyond description in
God’s World.   

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(September 28, 2014) (Free Verse poetic format)


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A poem for a rose

Her thorny stems are vicious
Yet supple in the breeze
Her blooms are just delicious
And scent, my nose, to tease

A simple poem for a rose
To tease her in the sun
To lie in her scent and doze
A delicious moments fun





Contest : 29 Words 
7th Place




My Twenty Nine words are :-
Her
Thorny
Stems
Are
Vicious.    5
Yet
Supple
In
The
Breeze.    10
Blooms
Just
Delicious
And
Scent.      15
My
Nose
To
Tease
A.             20
Simple
Poem
For
Rose
Sun.        25
Lie
Doze
Moments
Fun.       29


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Weathered Sandstone

Yosemite’s marvels
glaciers from the last Ice Age
sculpted Half Dome and El Capitan

alas, though I worship the almighty Hand,
I am but sand
     compressed by elements
          solidified by desert sun
               pounded by wind
                    made porous by rain
withstanding, I remain
sandstone

vessel capturing microscopic organisms
purifier for aquifers
tan, brown and red
camouflaged in Zion Park
filter for nature’s emotions
     heat’s scourge grows
          water’s passion flows
               sandstorm wind blows

yet I am not enraged
     only engraved
uninfected, merely reflective
     poetic words pouring from my cracks
          aged by time
               refined by nature’s whims

from dust I came
and dusty fate awaits
aging poet
weathered sandstone 


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How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.


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My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


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Walking the dog

From my window I see the dog walkers as they parade past
Leash in their left hand, poop bag held tightly in their right
All sizes, shapes and breeds, both owners and their dogs
Charges safely tethered on their leash, straining to be free
Anxious to check their pee-mail or send a message on its way
I see the walker poised, ready to scoop up each catch of the day
Quickly wrap it tightly and tuck the warm and squishy deposit
Firmly into their pocket before hurrying on their way


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The ashen raindrop

Volcanic spat and gracefully fleeing,
 clawing free from cloying breath.
Flame and fire, bolt and thunder
Lofty pride puffs its wheezing lungs.

Pumice stone, hiss possessed,
Soar and tumble, spew and tremble,
pyroclastic gush, clean sweep scrapes
Its hellish gush claws the land.

As pumice specks float on layers new,
Tumble- turn- spin, climbs to climes.
Clouded cold as tears cling to specks,
And weighted grief drags them down.

Freefalling grace and rainbow hewn,
Falling to destruction and soft explosions.
They assault the growling beauty beast,
As its serpents hiss rages at rest.     


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Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


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Snippets

These were all former PIMs -- "poetry in motion" entries

I.
desert stillness shrouds
their adversary lairs
twilight's muted thunder
betrays the nearby
stealthy moon

II.
pale gold ribbons
fiery soft skies
sea haze streaks a thin mountain path
as day begins

III.
kitchen pans, pity, pungent cheese
and garden lace -- the matriarch
dripping decay
with her mild gentility

IV.
winter snow, ice
slow spring melt
rain-drowned torrent ocean bound flow
placid river drift
debris of desire

V.
drifting memories
of lakes
water lapping against land
heartbeats floating on the breeze
the water reflects your face
look away

VI.
the chalky moon
creases midnight clouds
blue shades of lovers
walk a powdery sky
chortle at the other's close proximity


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She bathes

From the well the soft water
she pours on mine flesh,
slowly
I feel the cool

And her warm hands ‘pon 
my flesh 
awash with glycerin 
cause the thrust of words,
my  plea;

please !

Yesss,
our flesh caused slide
and tender feel
until the rupture of love
caused sleep
on dry leaf 

                                                         


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Unwanted Things

Yellow pieces of weed eater line..
Red tattered piece of old shop rag..
Blue traces of a worn out old tarp..
White shredded remnants of a plastic bag..

I watched you from the early spring,
doing your ritual gathering,
of unwanted things, just laying around
but, to you they were treasures, surely found

Among dry meadow grass and scattered twigs,
you poked and pulled and tugged and weaved.
Then you tucked bits here and there,
of stuffing you sneaked from my old lawn chair.

Creating your masterpiece before my eyes,
the fanciest bird nest around.
You flew back and forth a million times,
while chirpping and singing away..
never complaining you worked all day.

Then babies came, all fuzzy and small,
you worked so hard to feed them all,
until they grew their beautiful wings.
and began singing their own song

And when they left you one by one..
you sang to me once again
then simply flew away.

Your wonderful nest built with such care
with colorful decorations added for flair
now rests in a basket, by my chair.....


©Donna Jones
Seeing Beauty In Imperfection
12-3-2013


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Your Mission

how proud am I to have my downy twins take this morsel of food and learn of our history as our national emblem, John Adams chose us symbols of courage, strength and freedom though we flourished before European colonization we once faced the forces of extinction ‘twas man who lent a hand taking eggs from Florida nests transporting them to other states rebounding, now we stand strong as Adams wished offering hope for our struggling nation’s resilience you will leave this nest, dear hatchlings, charged with the duty of freedom’s defender show mankind the path to love ensure no soul is left to doubt powers of a Creator and His pure goals unconditional affection and acceptance soar majestically through skies, instilling trust lead the way to Agape
*Entry for John Freeman’s “Pure Thoughts on Nature” contest


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Chief Warrior Eagle

Brave Indian warrior
Sitting alone in the woods
In the soft glowing light
Of a low hanging moon
Shining on the mighty river

Brave Indian warrior
Playing the flute
The forest comes alive
Animals waking from slumber
To hear his melancholy tune

Brave Indian warrior
Deep in thought
The music lets him escape
Taking his mind of things
And focusing

Brave Indian warrior
Reflecting on the past
Thinking of all he did
All he could do
All he should have done

Brave Indian warrior
All alone now
Concentrating
Drifting away
Into exploration of the mind

~~Written By~Brittany Larson~
For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"


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A Transformation Begins

Fishing masters
Clothed in white feathers...
They stalk in slow motion
And as they strike a pose
Everything rare and beautiful.
Round my heart and soul of bliss
A transformation begins,
At peace I am.


Constance
Motif: spiritual and nature (Great White Egrets)
02/27/2014

For contest, "Impress me with a Small Poem" by Giorgio A. V.


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Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!


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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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The queen in yellow and black

The queen in yellow and black watched from her hive castle
As the shy sun peeked through the misty mountain morning
But then the colorful congregation of perennials cheered
Waving as the wind brushed their flower heads
Kissing their neighbors with every turn
Gentle lambs stared as busy bees broke their fast
Her saccharine smile now dipped in honey 
Shepherds dozed in the bed of flowers
Even the wolves tipped their furry heads to her majesty
Those daisy chain daydreams dared to drowse her eyes
She sighed and wished she were a meadow lark, to browse the skies


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The Jellyfish Chronicles

Beneath my tendrils,
Hidden by waves of despair
Lie Souls lost in storms nightmare
No cross, or family visitors,
 Except crabs and eels 
And curious seals

Picking away at the last semblance
That made them once human
The seas sermon, their last chaplain
A sunken boat, company for the last captain

The sea has many secrets
And I know her spirit well
For I am the last witness
To ships that sink
To gulls that die
To hear the whales that cry
To see the births,
Far away from man’s eye
 
I cast my shawl
Up mountains hidden
By current and canyon
I watch with my many eyes 

The dolphins panic caught in trawlers net
Whose whistle, the final lament
Asphyxiation the cruel torment

The finless shark, the once proud ruler of this realm
Writhes in clouds of blood, while enemies swoop
Victim to another’s, gourmet soup

All is secret, for the sea hides many things
Her coral cities and sea horse prairies
But locked away in Davies locker
Oil and gas, 
The treasure and the waste
She is the mother of all,
And the reaper of her domain

And I am left to wonder
For her embrace is mine to share
 For I am the jelly fish, and I am a witness
To all who have wronged
This place where I belong

And now I see the virgin iceberg
A last paradise where man is not welcome
Leave my mother be, and leave her children’s kingdom

Let the cold be her knight,
Let the bears rule the night
And let nature be the light.
For I am just a jellyfish

Wandering my home, the sea,
You go to yours and let mine be.
For the sea will always be a part
Of you, and  me.
And that is how, to respect my home, the sea

Footnote: Thejellyfish has over twenty eyes, more than any other creature on the planet 


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One hand on my britches

One hand on my britches keeps them from falling down
One hand on my cane, which keeps me off the ground

I know a solution must be found, I can’t decide just what kind
I’ve been analyzing the situation; but it rather puzzles my mind

Could be gravity tugging on them that has them in such a rush
Or is it my belly hanging out there that has given them a push

Now I know I was looking for something; I guess I’ll just look around
I am hoping that I will know it whenever it is  found

I believe that I was headed out for somewhere
But must find my jacket; nothing else fit to wear

I certainly have my hands full, as anyone can see
I know that I have to get going; but damn, now I have to pee


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The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 


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My Kentucky in autumn

My Kentucky in Fall
 
Peaceful country roads winding through meadows and hills,
and golden rays kiss purple asters, tall ironweed and abundant goldenrod.
Gorgeous colors are greeting me despite the warning that drought 
would hold them back this year.
Glowing yellows, warm reds and burning orange leaves are clinging
to the heavy branches, limbs swaying in the autumn breeze.
Fallen leaves dance to the music of the currents,
poison ivy vines wrap the stately maple in crimson.

Damp snapping turtles sun themselves on a rock in the creek,
while further up a blue heron is standing silently, watching the 
slow flowing water, until he is ready to strike.

Our majestic Ohio river reflects the cloudless, azure sky 
while bordered by densely covered cliffs that are 
decked in their autumn finest.
Profusely blooming red cardinal vines cling to the rocky ledges
are kissed by happily buzzing bees and bouncing butterflies.

Pumpkins, ghosts and witches decorate porches and front doors,
gray barns are brimming with hay, tobacco and corn, 
contently harboring their bounty.
Acorns, black walnuts and hickory nuts are plentiful, yet squirrels
do not seem in a hurry to bring in their winter supply.

Smiling, waving hikers are climbing the autumn scented hills 
to Tioga Falls, and Virginia Creeper vines show pleasing colors 
along the old Rail Road Bridge.
On the side of the road the lush cedars have developed 
their silver-blue berries,
and wild rose bushes are displaying their red rose hips.
Autumn has come to my Kentucky.


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SOMEWHERE ON TOP

SOMEWHERE ON TOP Breathing free, I behold-- sash-like fluffy blue clouds hugging mountain-waists. Nearby, terrace of trees greets and falls that warble deep. ___________________ ©O.E. Guillermo 05:20 PM, January 10, 2015 30 syllables Sponsor nette onclaud Contest Name SOMEWHERE


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Vanishing Animals

(African human populations are being killed off by war,
famine, disease, and neglect...much like many rare
other species...when will we pay attention and try to
help them?)

Time,
stretching out, encompasses curtains,
on distant savannas, of shimmering heat.
And animals vanish:
ibex and antelope;
elephant; grouse.
Here once, now going or gone.
And time vanishes now.
Animals gone, one has no focus.
Moldering greenery, mute,
moves mainly in wind --
pliant life, submitting to breezes,
passive in sun. Rooted in spots
not chosen or won.
Plants do not vanish.
They prosper.
We do not prosper.
We vanish, as animal,
and go hardly noticed.
A dirge, as animals vanish.
We vanish unnoticed.


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Life On Mars

            Life On Mars

Horizons on the red planet rise
To the thinning skies powdery pink
Smoke like, ghost like creatures, pillars of sand
Lifted ever up in the cool swirl Martian winds
Nearly airless as they come to life
Cyclonic Cyclopes dust devils arrive
Grain like monster machines take shape
Terrorizing the silent planet’s sleep
Mars on the rise only wants to keep the peace 
To watch the distant sun go by
Cliffs on the other hand, sit perched for centuries
Hold their own in shadow and in light
Observe the show below, delighted
Desert planes with ghostly pillars
Made of sand, married with the timid wind 
Came to life upon those seas
Dancers on the lonely planet land
To act for audiences who did not show
Then lifting over rocks and mounds
Life on Mars moves on to other spots
For more performances


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Speculum Naturae Matris - Mother Nature's Mirror

Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an array of colour; many
smiles surround the boundless
room of Mother Nature’s good will.
The purest of white floats across
the bright blue sky,
like magical boats carrying
the very essence of innocence.
Then yet human nature is selfish
thus reflecting a darker side;
we all harbour inner demons that
manifest themselves, like the
sly virus created by man that
leaves a path of destruction
across and within nature’s niches.
But still Mother Nature forgives
for her resilience is beyond the
claws of man; She will remain even
when we are gone for day and night
are locked in an eternal cycle for
ever to be the mirror in to
which we peer in to her world.
Regardless of our selfish nature
She will always be heard whenever
we need teaching from wrong to right; 
her voice is always there in the 
form of eruptions from her fiery belly,
violent quakes from within her soul 
and almighty thunder from within 
her powerful lungs creating 
tornadoes and hurricanes alike.
Still Mother Nature is forgiving
but our inner demons continue to
shadow the mirror in to her world
thus we are destined to overstep
our limitations and end up trapped
in a whirlpool of denial and false
hope.


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Glossy Blooms

Glossy blooms floating all around you 
as the lure of the fairy realm surrounds
married mortals, to bring them to human life. 

Gazing at you with such sparkle in their eyes 
leaving shells on the ninth wave as they call 
your name, nine times on the lakes shore.

Glossy blooms floating all around you 
name your lost love as you strike 
a match nine times more.
  
Beyond the morning glossy bloom
Fairy lovers fly around with glum
as you feel the moon and soft breeze. 

The fairy dances may come to please   
they gaze upon you with face in bloom  
as the pretty young fairies catch your eyes.

And you fall under them hypnotized 

The glossy blooms floating all around
winter in the fairy woods has come around
shells on the ninth wave calling your name. 

Watch out, you might get caught in the fairy ring. 


4/ 21/ 2013


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Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


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A Beautiful Plant Is Like Having A Friend About The Place

I feel at liberty having you here,
Sitting unassumingly,
In the corner of my lounge. 
Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,
While you remain firm and sure,
Spurning your chances to,
Remark upon my togs. 
Your bare coat at no time results,
In you objecting, should I open a window or two?
You never shudder or tremble. 
Sometimes I hear you brush,
Tacitly, against my restful sage lounge walls.
Never do you interrupt as I prattle,
On and on and on and on,
About frivolous issues.
I furnish you with drink,
As you, tender the finishing touches to my parlour.


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Reprimand

Still, chimney birds emerge,
cobweb-coated, darkly blithe --
to skim the sky's inverted
bowls of purple porcelain
and to utter their gray-tinged
raucous cries at evening:
a reprimand...and sorrow...


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The 20th day of October

The dawn came late, pallid sun peeping over the horizon scarcely bright enough to scare
away the night sky.  The pale moon sinks reluctantly in the west, as the first rays, still
cold in the colder air, strive to melt the frosted grass.  A chill haze hangs above the
ground, almost glowing in the early morning light, hiding the long shadows of the autumn
browned stalks 'till they are nothing but anonymous smudges on the temporal canvas.  Such
a fine crisp morning, though it chills to the bone, in some devious incomprehensible way
its beauty warms the heart.


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Winter Storm Ramblings - - -

* * * * * * The day is winter with snow and wind, hiding homes and streets and the trees and rivers, all is veiled in layers of ice and snow, the cars and buses stopped and all is closed. Within my home, my radiant fireplace glows, warm, as the snow continues to fall, and the temperature is colder than the North Pole, beyond, my window. Beside me, my cat is curled in a ball of soft fur, without a care for the weather, and firelight flickers on my rows and rows of books, solitude and peace, within these Victorian walls, this my home, and I contemplate the homeless, the old and feeble, alone. I have electric power and plenty of food, but I know many within my city do not, O, the poor birds, the wild animals, yesterday, I ventured outside. Airplanes and trains are not moving, drifting snow and ice making it dangerous, people stranded, far from home. The clouds hang low, heavy and white, and the snowflakes come, flake after flake, trees bend and branches break, blocking streets, and I cover myself in a warm blanket, and sleep, while a bitter wind rattles my windows, threatening to break in, a red geranium blooms, on my, window ledge. * * * * * _______________________ January 9, 2014 Free Verse 6th Place


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like diamonds


two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.


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new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


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A CAPTURED BEAUTY


bruised from a snow- capped flesh earth is growing numb without rest, threadbare plants gasp; existence bites the nodes of winter’s skin turned every which way, bends droop like deep chambers upon chilled meadow striking flint, just a bit, a spark that wants to sip a flower moist, till darkness swallows the pistils hush…wait when springtime ushers a roulette of buds dyed stark yellow pouring dew from a cycle reborn to seize her unmentionable thrill of being once here, crowned hillsides glitter igniting stars to touch the moon, clouds dripping of raindrops’ spray pitter patter; the gentle streams flow while from the river, luster pours down through an ocean igniting April’s two hands... one waking the flame of petals’ limbs, the other cuddling grace of season past a mixture of spring… wild and tender. ------------- collaboration of nette onclaud and liam mcdaid *thank you for the wonder that is you!


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The Morning Woke Up


The morning woke up
To flirt with the moon
The sun didn't shine
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To hear the songs of sparrows
The flowers didn't sing
Because they were shy

The morning woke up
To breathe the breeze of sea
The boat didn't sail
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To hug the clouds
The rain didn't fall
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To tell the novel
The story didn't began
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To gather the hearts
The feelings didn't complete
Because they were shy

The morning woke up
To rescue the childhood
The children didn't play
Because they were shy

The morning woke up
To lend a helping hand
The world didn't complain
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To challenge the homeless
The world didn't wake up
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To read the poem
The poet didn't write
Because he was shy...


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Vertical Sea

            Vertical Sea

Arise horizons tell us what you see
Vertical rain comes on high wave conclusions adrift in mist
Fortunes waiting out on the sea for men who come in ships
So much rain came in from all directions in one instance
Sanity was questioned at a distance along with risk
Vertical rain broke portal windows with such force
Eighty mile winds crashed in as well
Distracted men at playing cards, drinking rum for fun
Now huddled in fear within the thin skin cabin
No one slept inside the dead of hour’s darkness 
Troubles bounced up and down out there

Pirates in the past fumbled their rich existence down
A new crop of water warriors can be found to take their place
Doubloons are buried in dark quarter’s underwater world

Above and below deck, inundated with storm and fear
Between each plank the storm took out more men
No thick skinned seasoned soul could harness or hold on
No salty language sailor could be heard

Above the tumultuous storm
The fierce beast rolled in on angry nature’s back
With it, folding over fifty foot waves, came torrential rains
Which pounded heavy on the bow

Churned up rogue waters on the vulnerability of sea life
Nature itself turned on them in adept ferocity
In violence it flipped the ship

Showed contempt for every soul on board
With total disregard for life and limb
And complete indifference towards the sailors

The blackness, void of light, could not help these tyrannical conditions
The monstrous storm consumed more than the rain
It drank up men and drowned them
Others flew in all directions
Most of them broke necks, died before they hit the deck
Instantly killed, dragged into the cold dark depths as well
All steps were in the wrong direction, in favor of the waves
They could not even cower in the craft or say a prayer
The boat and men turned upside down
The ship had splintered into nothing and flew into the gale

Only three men remained, bobbing on the giant waves
Flapping their arms like molested chickens on the sea
Tossed in every direction but straight ahead 
Rogue waves were in control, in hysterical rage and agitation
No one knew what happened to the crew 
They were never seen again


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Storm's Midst

Trapped by the water, restless waves
Being pulled, dashed against the sand
Towed downward then allowed to come up for a short breath of air
Surrounded by restless water

Free at last with the air drying the water residue
Independent of the restless waves
Freedom that has long been awaited
Great breeze through trees and hair

Fire needs dryness_warmth
Sun peeking through, touching skin
Toes in soft sand viewing horizon
Of sun slowly rising dazzling color

Soon to sit by a warm winter fire
Crackling, releasing heat and light
Which warms the hearth_home
Slow burning fire internal like a volcano

Contest:Earthly Elements
Sponsor:Leighann Anderson
1) water, earth
2)air, wind
3)fire,earth
3)fire


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The Source of Being


I was thinking of the soul
 that mysterious un-proven source of being.
Thoughts came to me of a mystical place where
 in the mossy ground of a sacred forest
a portal existed 
below the quadrivail of four ancient rivers.
a cave deeply etched by a many ages-
the pericopic carving of rushing waters
into a clear, deep pool of a most unbelievable blue .

Precious, orange zircons formed the floor…ligures for holy men’s robes
 a resevoir of more than nature's beauty
 an enigma, a place of secret rites and truths
 knowable, only by divine revelations.

And when the vision faded peace flowed through my thoughts-
a  truth from ages past and a faith that was positive
in time and space.


For Shadow’s Word Challenge


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Nature Portraits - Mountain, Sequoia, Sunset, Thunderstorm, Waterfall

The grandeur of a majestic mountain standing proud against the horizon with its snow-capped peak enveloped in fleecy white clouds against a clear azure blue sky The glorious majesty of a stately sequoia towering above the surrounding vegetation being the largest living thing on earth its massive trunk over thirty feet wide with its gnarled rugged beauty The wondrous artistry of the setting sun edging the darkened clouds with silver linings and painting the evening sky in brilliant colours of the rainbow mirrored on the ocean's surface below The awesome power of a thunderstorm at night with jagged bolts of lightning that split the darkness and light up the surroundings with blinding dazzling intensity The thunderous roar of a mighty waterfall cascading down in huge torrents of liquid fury smashing into the water below creating mists of water droplets that transform the sunlight into a rainbow


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Cosmos

Many civilizations have risen
and fallen; many big bangs 
and big crunch have happened;
unmoved, space reigns supreme,
leaving the definition and use of time
to us.........


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Mass of golf spills

Earth never be the same
In streams in wetlands
In oceans in depth currents
Even  one cell live 
All  never  be the same

When live detorites in its span
Renewal will has own mishaps


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Secret Directions to Jilliby Farm



Enter beside the hollow log mailbox.
Here the road leads through a profusion of leafy damp shadows.
Wild ferns are the underbrush
where Fairy Wrens flit from the slightest presence.
This driveway winds by towering bush gums flanked
on the other side by a paddock
thick with Kikuyu and other mixed grasses.
A dam  that reflects the passing clouds
is the central focus.
Wild ducks veer away whenever cars approach.

Way down - as far as the vision stretches
is a copse with  mysterious shadows that beckon.
Walk now, along contours formed by the water rush of many rains.
Feel the stress of life melt from every cell.
Birdsong has already worked its magic on your being -as well
as sunlight on your skin, and earth scents inhald deeply to your lungs.
Your heartbeat has fallen into the rhythm of the elements around.

You’ve reached the shadows of the copse- 
you’ll look up to a brilliant sky 
through the branches of tiny, spiky melaluca leaves.
Imagine giant broccoli and you are Alice
 looking for a Cheshire Cat. 
Your hands will linger on the tree trunks woven
with a plimsol lines of grass left by many years of floods.

These melaluca trees are brother-twined, rising
 from spongy islands, formed by countless accumulations 
of their own dead leaves.
Placid waters  reflect them, Narcissus-like,
 as clouds hang in their branches.
Below, water  lilies hide black roots
 in squishy, clay mud. 

 Following along the small islands of land,
 jumping from bank to bank, 
you will see tiny wild flowers, trailing vines and wild maidenhair ferns.

Suddenly, you will happen upon,
 a huge, grey Charoloais Bull 
grazing on a giant clump of grass.
 He will ignore you as you pass,
 if you circle wide enough.

Look over now to the homestead on high ground. 
 It beckons with a fireplace for frosty mornings
 and a swimming pool for scorching summers.

You’re in the Dooralong Valley
 and a Golden eagle soars above, so large,
 it can take an unprotected lamb.

Someone saw a huge, red-bellied, deadly, black  snake
 here in a pile of rubble, left by some land clearers.

Overnight, humongous spiders will build webs
 between trees to catch you unaware.

But not all is scary here. 
It only heightens the beauty. 
In the pink dawn, grey wallabies, with a sun halo along their fur
 will graze on dew-laden grass. 
 Kookaburras will laugh their kookalaugh
 and fill the valley with their jollity.


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Zebras

Blue sky forms the fortress of their world

I can picture them- the ebony and white
velvet stripes, the arch of necks, the
flint-edged hooves
Beneath the weather-regimented trees
 they gather in the heat- to rest

Heat waves and the dreaded grunt of beasts of prey
then the  hegira, enmasse
following
the calling of the rain
a vital splash of life-
they heed the voices
 of the seasons change- along the hidden
 pathways of
 the sun browned plains

Suzanne Delaney

he•gi•ra also he•ji•ra (hi-ji'r?, hej'?r-?)  
n. 
1.	A flight to escape danger. 
2.	also Hegira The flight of Muhammad from Mecca to Medina in 622 A.D., marking the beginning of the Muslim era.
[Medieval Latin, from Arabic hijra, emigration, flight, from hajara, to depart.]


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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


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Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Doubtless

I Know

If I should abandon myself
In the seed of your heart,
I know, I would germinate.
If I should cry
In the lines of your palms,
I know, you would dry my tears.
If I should confide myself
In the sea of your love,
I know, I would not drown.
If I should lose my sight
In your brighter light,
I know, I would go no blind.
If I should lose my tongue
In the preaching of your course,
I know, you would not let me down.
If I should lose my hands
In your forever fullness,
I know, I would not be wretched.
If I should abandon myself
In the beauty of your mind,
I know, I would not regret.
If I should forget myself
In the caressing of your soul,
I know, my life would not be the same.
If I should take the bold step
And scale through those narrow paths to you
I know I would be victorious


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Life Bubbles of Joy

~The fount of life’s bubbles having a desire to be, becomes many bubbles 
of love’s own state or desire to continue. Life bubbles into four seasons for 
reasons of changes preventing mere human concepts from becoming obsolete 
conservations in control. As life's being bubbles forth holding uniqueness in life forms, each and every  one is remarkable in itself of origin. Many would say, 
"Life is like an assortment of lively bubbles."

~The human species is a dream bubble of the higher nature, “I would Say!” A paranormal dream living in its lower nature pending one's transition into the higher 
consciousness. Can a dream respond against one's own identity as man's 
knowledge and develop a model army of one's own ego; love being the first
impulse? Can an individual formed reply, “Why was I formed thus?” Life bubbles 
are akin to human consciousness, of Love’s paradoxical notion, to be are not to be.

~"We shall today we shan't tomorrow!" Humanity hath not expression of his own 
destiny this or that way, "For human nature hath not yet conceived in adulthood, the 
exuberance of man place in infinity. Love knows not a today or tomorrow for 
love is today and tomorrow, in the bubbling off of shape.

~For life's stream of a human being that persist in shallow government would not 
yet be a person format in full payment by faith in the source, would he? For the now, 
the subject of testimony provisioned of, is the constant guide, people should rely 
on its divine tracks; besides nature's plan guided by divine reference, there is non 
other!

~As for me, I will recommend, support and arise as a bubble of humanity’s 
meaning in life, as long as I have the paranormally significant amount. I shan’t 
exchange nor change my right of authority. I shall provide bubbles of irrepressible 
joy and happiness as they are the paranormal measure; I shall hear of and rest in the design of divine pattern... "I THINK!"


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Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


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Poinsettia

I love to see you and only you this time… as you spread all over your leaf-liked petals like the very bright numerous stars you'd fallen down magically from the sky your flaming red on top of green so alluring- I am so mesmerized all lying down on verdant plains and some are found at mountain sides more are adorned at homes and in all other lovely places around… you’re so special and the prettiest flowers welcoming the season of joy- the Yuletide March 14,2013 2.30pm
Note: Poinsettia flowers are my most favorite flowers especially during Christmas time. I loved drawing/painting and taking photos of these flowers when I was still young. Second Place Contest: Free Verse Judged: 3/18/2013 Sponsor: Greatest Poet Linda


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A Bowl of Glass

Imagine,
picture, if you will,
a glass bowl,
circular clear crystal --
a bubble.
Create, therein,
an atmosphere,
diaphanous,
of water.
Pebble its bottom
with small shards:
amber, flint,
obsidian and cloudy quartz.
Introduce a coral branch
and set a sprig,
dark green,
of kelpy moss.
Disperse -- suspend --
a fishy population.
Put in motion
this tableau:
habitants in bowl-bounded ocean --
flashing mauve, bright blues,
pink, red, emerald and silver hues,
and yellow.
Regard.
And stow immobile bones
bleached shiny white
below.


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Autumn's Breath

You whisper in my ear
midmorning bird songs
with that scent of mountain air
and foliage extracting its green emblem.
Switching to fields of neon;
your breath mimics the sunset sky
the feeling of kissing your newborns forehead,
so gentle and soft your entrance.
You ease your way into a majestic overlook
of pomegranate leaves,
and weak, crisp, dead skinned grass.

My delicate irises wince at
overpowering sun rays
but the heart of your existence
I open my eyes for.
I can’t miss this.
My body balanced
by your impeccable temperature,
my darling,
you look so beautiful tonight,
in my window frame,
your fire grows in the pale moonlight.

You whisper in my ear
midnight cricket hymns
so seducing in your presence
that I can’t get enough of this. 


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the listening friend

everything is beyond green today
even the bluebirds take notice,
and seronade the dancing sun
death is so far away-

iv'e given a name to the Iris
that lives and plays near the trailhead
that has greeted me for a week
cheered my clumsy stride -human scent

white ibis stand still as michaelangelo marble
so gracefull in its wicked intent
the muscrat makes a water path
leaving the eyes in green swirls of silence

i hear voices from a broken farm 
 voices covered with flutes filled with green shoots
its a good moment to be thankfull
giveback to god a string of green pearls of pleasant thought...
within this moment you hope the blood vessels stay in line,
the heart and brain swallow only calm waves
at least until you get back to the trailhead...
and Iris for being a listening friend





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Seasonal Sigh

Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.

The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story 
of my presence.

Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a gooseberry shrivels
against the bark of a naked bush.
The black bear and the coons steal
each other's dens,
and bees, lethargic,
cuddle on the combs.

But why?

I know why---
scientifically, astronomically--
the earth and sun fly elliptically
and space dilutes the energy.
But still i cling 
to the burnt orange leaves,
savor the last unsquashed berry,
dreading the day
when my worn winter jacket is not warm enough
and my breath freezes
and my legs hurt where my boots rub.

The frozen rain clings in crystals
to tired trees; snow glitters like shattered glass
and cold sunlight assaults my eyes.
I close my eyes against the glare
and listen to the moaning wind,
and dream of a world
where Autumn gives birth
to Spring.


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Morning Meadow Flowers

Beneath the opal passage of the morning
I surrender to my gaze, and I am thrilled
Where the cattle graze upon the hills
The grass is wet and chilled by morning dew

Under haze and clouds, and glow of rising sun
Among the fragrant flowers growing wild
I will try my best, to take a careful step
Not to crush,or snuff the life, of even one

I see a thousand blossoms dancing here
They flaunt their beauty to the sky
Seducing blackbirds gliding low
And filling senses, restoring souls
Yellow buckwheat nestles at my feet
Stalky lupines, with tinge of blue
And wild flax fragile on the stem
Will bend and bow to every breeze

I will sit beside a lodge pole pine
Take my rest against the bark
And hear the song of meadowlarks
Embellish stories of the day
A colored carpet deep and wide
Lies before me with such benevolence
A morning shines, with flowered grace 
Kissed by the sun, tossed by the wind
Planted by God, and born to be wild


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Freedom Reigns

"'Cause when your back's against the wall
That's when you show no fear at all
And when you're running out of time
That's when you hitch your star to mine
We won't be leaving by the same road that we came by"

~Keane - My Shadow Lyrics ~

------------------------------------------------------------ There is no celestial place for you to guide my thoughts Can you not see that I am free from you? I am a black bird perched high in the treetops You will hear my crowing and you may hate it But my dear, you cannot take away my voice! Yet still, as fire oppresses forests of life, You can abuse my freedom to find your glory You may discard these words for your love of gods, And in so doing you may simply ignore All the cries that I so passionately utter But my infectious species will guide your mind straight back To that once so lonely treetop where you merely glanced And there will be multitudinous, oppressing thoughts That shall enslave you and bind you unwillingly The crows will only grow louder when you turn away— When you pretend to ignore with your remaining, strangling pride For my voice is a production sent from above Dispatched to judge you pitilessly for your swelling lies! And the choirs of ferocious beaks shall open forever Harmony and dissonance as one


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Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


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Absolutes

	
	
	Absolutes
	
		1
	
	Darkness dominates 
	the earthly cycle at year’s end. 
	This is true 
	no matter how many fools 
	legislate otherwise.
	
		2
	
	Dogs have unerring internal clocks
	and finite bladders.
	
	
	Taken together,
	these absolutes of nature
	guarantee that I’ll witness 
	every dawn from November to March
	regardless of my
	preferences or exhortations.
	
	I don’t have a problem with this, 
	although I’d much rather be relishing
	the warmth of bed and wife.
	I trade comfort for being part of 
	cold quiet pinking toward sunrise, 
	snow blowing horizontal, 
	rain sometimes gentle, 
	often thrown hard against the ground 
	heaped upon the poor dogs 
	answering the call 
	of another of nature’s absolutes:
	
	when you gotta’ pee,
	you gotta’ pee.
	
	
	
	
	


	
	
	
	
	
	


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Tsunami

Blazing hot sweats rolled down my back,
A cloudless sky was at reach from my palm’s view,
My eyes centered on the sun as it stood above my head.
Summer’s end sneaked around the corner,
But its endless heat
Fooled me to think it would never cease.
 
Milky sand grains covered my toes,
Beach balls rolled back n’ forth,
Children’s castle were made and later destroyed,
Clear waters waved in my thoughts.
It was suppose to be a beautiful day
And until that moment, indeed it was.
 
The moment the earth shook, 
Loud voices suddenly began to rise
And Footsteps tumbled the ground,
I looked around
Right, left, up, down,
Where had the commotion come from?
 
The sun blinded me from the truth,
When the photons in my eyes reassembled the image,
A shock traveled to my heart
Making it pump furiously in my chest.
 
A desert ahead of me laid,
Content faces had ran from my presence,
The air dragged my body forward,
The ocean rapidly seemed to disappear.
I looked upon the never ending horizon
And its line had ascended greatly.
 
In that moment,
I refused to run like all the others,
I refused to avoid its magnificent moves.
The winds pushed me backwards with a tremendous force,
Sprinkles of icy water splashed against my skin,
A great calamity I was bound to face.
 
Shadows covered the surface of my dread,
An enormous wall of wetness surrounded me.
And with a blink, I was no longer visible to the eyes of men,
Not even God could spot me from the heavens above.
 
I gasped for air in the salty waters of the ocean,
But there was none to be found,
And with that last thought in mind
I drowned myself in its eternal beauty.


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Colossus

Unwittingly, through our unsatisfying desire for more,
mankind has given birth to the Colossus.

Able to manifest, and combine the forces of nature,
striking unpredictably, anywhere, anytime across the globe,	
not heeding boarders, nor mans defences.

As of now, the Colossus's ability for destructiveness is limited.
Yet still foolishly, blindly, nourishment for the beast is forthcoming,
poisons, pollutants, arrogantly pumped into the atmosphere.

So far as an infant, Colossus has only thrown tantrums.
But to continue, down this road we travel,
fearful we should be, of the day, the tethers break, 
and all the matured rage, of the Colossus is unleashed.



© Alexis C Pond.







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A frosty morning delight

I awoke this morn to a beautiful bitterly cold wintery delight
Shrouded by nights darkness a Pogonip fog crept in to cast its magic spell
Wielded a wintery wand placing a frosty shawl upon all within my sight

Trees branches hung low encased in icy jewels as if an elegant crystal chandelier
While a spider web displaying a frosty garland glistens in the morning light
High above a flight of geese are strung across the sky as if some vocal bandolier

Pogonip did dazzled us with such visual delights but they are not meant to last all day
For a dusty sun has risen through this frosty morning haze
And later today this sun’s rays shining down will melt it all away


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Cry of the Wolf

Boisterous wind full the earth
 The moon rises like a giant pearl
 Against a wall of black satin
 How harsh this callous world can be
 Noises of small creatures making this
 Ancient world seem not so cruel

 Green eyes full of emotion and fear
 Hunting and being hunted
 Beasts with a song like a dirge
 Filled with pain and enigma of life
 The weeping soul of odious poignancy
 Untamed life of the meek wolf

 Let them live in peace for tonight
 The sun bringing them an aurora
 Of colors into the lonely sky
 The ending of an old night and
 The beginning of a new day
 Here they walk the walk of life

 Nalanti Goosen©2012 
 All rights reserved


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Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


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THE TUMBLEWEED LULLABY

Oh lord hear the lonesome cowboys lullaby, singing beneath
The vast prairie open sky.
Hush, do they not lull the restless cattle to sleep, by a soft
Undertones sweet melody.
Drifting plains men, singing of the sorrows broken hearted,
And dreaming visions of their beloved, they've left behind.
Guitar strumming minstrels, of the fire hearth, accented
By the lone harmonica, playing off in the distance
Amongst a sea of cows, and horses.
In harmonic rhythm is this grassroots orchestra, as the fiddler
Strikes up his bow to join in, and playing ever so gently along,
To harmony's rhythm.
On the rocky cliffs mixed in the sandy dunes, the heckling
Coyotes, give an eerie ambiance, to this old western chorus.
Do these desert whyly creatures, howl in perfections tune,
To the wrangler's musical beat, of these wide grassy expanses,
That they all call home.
The rattler shakes it's tail in defiance, against the munching
Prairie dog, whom got away at the last moment.
Listen closely to the sounds of the meadow-lands, does not the crickets,
And locusts, add a natural flavor by their clicking and chirping.
Near the rivers stream, as the winds do blow, along the waters edge,
Another elements assent, is bestowed by the forcing of the reeds, to
Bend hitting them against the hollow log, causing a thumping's,
Drumming, to this uniquest of bands.
As twilight's distant starlight, flickering in the vast
Blackness above, these rambling souls whom wander so.
Down these dusty trails long journey, yearn for nothing
More than to know the quite serenity, of their home
That seems so far away.
Let your music fill your emptiness, for one nights
Beautiful dream, and remember the memory as if it
Were real, a vivid vision of illusion, and rest
In complete bliss, good night my young
Cowboy of the open sky.


BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN






































































































































































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Louisiana

Heading east, after Arizona,
through New Mexico and
past the wide Lone Star state,
greens shade from dull to bright --
the desert was pale pastels
and heat devoid of moisture.
Here, humid bayou flora flourish
in black and steamy soil
where hurricanes hit the coast,
winds flatten sugar cane,
and two rich-brown nutrias
cross a placid canal.
Their wakes, on the still surface,
are clean, and nearly perfect,
inverted V's.


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Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

                    wind in my hair

                              enjoying this place


          of quiet contentment
  
          at peace with life

          letting my problems

                   go .... 

                         ... flow... 

 
out into this

sunfilled
sunshine
sunglow
sunkissed

                        afternoon

                        without a care.


Breeze blows gently
       
            I close my eyes ...


                          soul drifts along


                          entwined with nature

                          precious moment

                          peaceful solitude

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                                                                g~
                                                                          dreamlike...

kiss of sun

       hot on my eyelids -

                                                   my heart open


                                                   I welcome the day.


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Monday

News Headlines:  Rude Becky, Iris, and Lily abducted....kidnapping!!

Mercy upon my soul....buried alive rude Becky, Iris and Lily
Never shall my sin be found as long as their feet stay planted
Their sin is an age old calamity.... being too beautiful!

Keep my secret....if you know
Lethal injection is not the way to go!!


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brought back from the great silence

in a painted desert
i once sat in a stone bowl of silence
the wind and hawk bounced off rock walls
without complaint...
my ugly mind could'nt break it
even god side stepped its crims