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AS TWELVE MONTHS CLOSE


I count my walks through herbs and shells never knowing how old bones can be fleshed from a heart bound on scrolls of endings, and here I am among rows of an orchard… feet like dust sanded by twelve months of famine and feast ; somehow the maple boughs wither from the laundry of evenings’ regret. Often times, like the gypsy rose, I climb into the lattice of my family tree smelling its tar and citrus that knit arms glossed by twilight’s love, then raked by froths of autumn’s debris. Closing a fence as another year shuts off, I am between silence and scream… eyes groaning with the music of an anonymous breeze sheltering a collected beauty of tragedy and the comedy of drama: trials pinned by veiled nights when kinship endures the flood of weather's hands. It is so, I mean, the certainty of taming the last ride before new seeds from a new year twirl upon unborn fruits… I disrobe the old bones to greet the unknown. .......................... "“In times of test, family is best.” – Burmese Proverb Carol Eastman's Enter The Best of 2014 Contest by nette onclaud 7/14/2014


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When the Flowers of Youth Fell

When the Flowers of Youth Fell

Winter stayed late that year
courting Spring with a fury.
Beautiful gifts of snow
and dazzling ice, he gave her.
It was during such courtship
I found myself lost -- adrift
in a place that once was ....
decades from this century.

Where mud and blood held hands
beneath duty and honour
and kindred flowers fell
to sounds of bugle and drum.

Smoke arose through Spring's tears.
Images of Blue and Grey
pilfered my breath as cannons 
rained thunder upon the brave.

How was this happening?
This was not where I belonged!
My time was not this place
and I wanted to go home.
Where Winter courted Spring
and snowmen fell -- not flowers --
upon the muddy ground
as snow reigned upon the brave.

The smell of gun powder
danced about my head and nose
like spirits for the faint --
arousing life ... far from home. 
"Get down! Get down! Get down!"
The half-crazed voice plunged me 
into the mud and blood
and I lay frozen in fear
beneath his weight ... and the cold. 
So cold, no hearts were beating, 
no breaths were being drawn, 
just the smell of sweat and blood.
The smell of rain and death.

Clutched tightly in his pale fist 
a tattered blood-stained note
bore the words, "Please ... for
mama ...."      
I tried but could not scream. 
And, I felt daylight passing ....

As shadows took the brave,
Winter's folly tamed sweet Spring
with final coats of snow ....
and snowmen fell -- not flowers. 

3.08.2013
Deborah Burch


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The 4 seasons of you

I was thinking of the seasons
when suddenly
i was reminded of you
how you loved me and taught me
all about
the 4 seasons of you

I was dormant in my ways
confused by the meaning of the word content
but like a SPRING downpour
you drenched my thoughts
and planted a seed in my soul
then slowly my love for you
began to grow

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye
our delirious passion
was overpowering and explosive
on-going, like a relentless SUMMER heatwave
refusing to show any mercy

But as time paced itself
steadily on course
you predicted
the infectious novelty of my hungry desires
would eventually come tumbling down
like a leaf on a FALL tree
once bright with color
now, on the ground
succumbing to its eventual fate
of loneliness

In the end
no words were spoken
just a heart that was
broken...
frozen, Like a twig
brittle with frost
lying in it's WINTER grave
never to be part of something good again

I was thinking of the seasons
i was reminded of you
how you used to love me
and teach me about
the 4 seasons of you!




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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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The Avenue

There, just beyond the door yard, she wanders
and I, hiding behind the curtain, catch glimpses
before she disappears up the avenue
that winds through the apple orchard.
Each morning I watch for her as she walks aimlessly.
Sometimes she steps across her previous step and spins,
dragging a broken branch she found,
and with her eyes closed---smiles.
On occasion she willingly falls, lying there,
still smiling and staring dreamlike at the branches
now laden with white blossoms and the busy humming of bees.
I wish I could know her thoughts--
but then, I fear they might be of some other love
instead of the wonder of this perfect spring day,
or, maybe she dreams of that love that she hasn't yet found.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll stroll---and say "Hello"?





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Ghost Of Winter

I can feel him in my bones. A chill has descended on my world I can see him in the breath that forms a mist before me. I can hear him in the wind that whispers to the pines. Barren trees flex their skeletal fingers While wasted leaves plummet to their death. His presence is betrayed. I am not alarmed. I have met him before. We oft have locked in struggles between seasons, I have fended off his frozen arrows Beaten back his snow filled storms. Broken his sword of ice and forced surrender. I have left his broken spirit To wither in the pristine fields of spring. Knowing that his soul has not been vanquished. On the morrow, the ghost of winter will return And I, like a worthy foe, Will wait to challenge him again Bob Quigley


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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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October Envy

Her radiant beauty crested, wave ebbing,
summer shakes her flowing green free of cooling rains;
yet, stubbornly they linger, gathering
in misty gray garlands about her peaks.

Decay's first browns creep among the flowers,
drab omens of pallid landscapes soon to come.
Vain summer! Water mirrors she left scattered
reflect from every concave surface of the ground.

Fearful of the season's ending glory,
she reaches for a gown only a queen could wear--
parading field and forest in cascading folds of crimson velvet. 
Brilliant oranges, scarlet, gold weave her leafing harvest crown;
Her saffron slippered feet trip down a path of aging green.

Even the moon grows large with October envy,
but he cannot out do her flamboyant display;
his grand act only lasts a moment
compared to summer's pretentious autumnal show.
She hangs on, only brown remaining,
wringing out every vestige of our praise...
until winter comes, ice bragging, to steal the last away.

August 28, 2014


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A Summer To Remember

A Summer To Remember



Summer exhausted, the fall chill begins
    in those first days you and I fell
    into each other as water into the sea
    sunshine was you, light was all me
Winter's snows saw us meet its deep cold
    a team that danced in that icy glory
    sweet ink wrote our special story
Spring, our lives embraced a great renewal
    beautiful pictures sought we out
    tempting each into adventurous journeys 
Summer returned, I found your shadow had fled
    our love emerged from its sheltered cocoon
    seeking love anew, its past left dead

R.J. Lindley


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SUMMER'S END

summer.
in your shyness 
this year.
you barely peeked out your door.
the days where so cool at times.

my thermostat,
 insisted,
i switched it to heat.

my air conditioner 
was in therapy.
mostly ignored
it had lost its self esteem.

still i was always faithful.
hand in hand 
we took walks together,
 my friend.
walks i cherished.

as you ready to migrate 
perhaps to florida
you know you will be missed.
if nothing else
for the long days you put in 
and how you never complained.

autumn you know is already here.
it is great
to spend time 
with you both.

she is magnificent this year.
forever youthful
in her quilted shawl of startling mixtures.

crayon shades of auburn, sunny oranges
special new yellows, reds and purples.

let's celebrate with bonfires,
huge marshmallows,
single spiked.
shish kebobs on branches lent.

the children will be crazed 
playing in piles of  pillowed leaves.

oh my oh my. the parties autumn will throw
what would childhood be
without summer,
autumn,
and your siblings?

come those indian days 
don't forget summer 
don't forget you'll visit.

oh the stories and laughs we'll share.
how seduced we are every year.

with summer at an end
with autumn just at hand
then summer again
and back to autumn
as if we were on a carousel.

September 8 2014
Summer's End Contest
Kelly


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I Will Live on

Death--- the last sleep? No the final awakening.


---Walter Scott










I am merely a thousand of winds that blow.
You will see me in the winter’s snow,
a glinting diamond glow.

Fleeting sunlight, I will become
that lingers and glows on the grain.
I will soon become the gentle autumn’s rain
that washes away your sorrow.

I will meet you a gentle rush in
the sweet mornings hush.
I will live on and not sleep
for I will not die.
In the night when you feel alone
I will not be gone for I will become
the soft night stars glow.

For I will continue on to a plane
beyond the windowpane.
You should not weep for I do
not sleep.
For I shall not die but live on till
we meet once more. 

This is not about me so no concerns this is for a friend.


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My Winter

Winter, a sad season, cold, foggy,
but it makes you think.

It makes you think of the past,
the present, the furture.

The best moment to think.....
is during the winter and when
you see that light out of the window.

It's the sun.....
a ray of hope.

That brings more questions
then a mind could answer.


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Walking with you

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.


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Moving Lightly

I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.

I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.

I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.

I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.

I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.

I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and 
the need to mark it.

I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.

I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.

I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.

I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.

I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.


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Fall of a Melancholic

Tracing back…
that is what I am doing now,
just tracing back
along this woodland path,
in an attempt to grasp remnants
of a time 
when I felt so alive, yet dying.

Thoughts and memories,
they fall  like these leaves,
a melange of confusion, beauty and frailty

Swept away by the wind, scattered
or swept into a pile, unified.

Either way, they can be stomped on,
brittle leaves crushed into a satisfying crunch.

All around me, 
there’s a profusion of vermilion, gold and copper
but those reds have always been my favorite—
so alive, yet can also mean bleeding.

I see a pumpkin carved out, 
a creepy smile adorning its face
A chuckle escapes from my lips,
remembering that time 
when laughter lived in harmony
with love.

Now, I am not sure anymore…
Because how can something 
that had so much hope, so verdant,
change?

I am a fool, for the answers 
are so obvious—
I only need to look at these leaves.

So much like our lives, these seasons…

Not very long,
I will be staring up at argentine skies.

The thought of it gives me chills—
I pray for spring.



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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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Sunlight

yellow sphere rises daily illuminating a once-dark world traveling from east to west rapidly in winter months when sun’s deprivation finds Earth dwellers in gloomy spirits longer hours of sunlight add joy to summer months warming seas for swimmers raising flowers from the soil radiating on verdant fields kissing golden meadows a star blessed with life-giving power by a beneficent Creator


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NEARNESS OF AUTUMN


In froths of a sky never ever ending, she throttles like a half—shelled woman slow to prance in the midst of obedient breeze, her movement wrapped like a hundred cider vines… How orange are her nights. Tipping the light with curves arched and flowing with rain, she mounts her tinseled limbs on autumnal crest. The trees, seeds, and candles in her eyes lightly open the fingertips of near November. Quick to beat on belly drums, her tresses of fire melt the liquid stars in one tender rush… How native and young is she. After holding the skirt that lifts into a dance in the midst of patient time, the moon hangs like a violin ready to strut for a waltz that drifts on appliqués of her arms. And if every detail of lace in her malleable clay can be sewn in the light touching her shade, this she shall bring too. In Autumn's November froth. Seasonal Bliss Contest, Regina Riddle


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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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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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November

November

Cool winds turn cold as the winds stir from the north
The sun, the life giving star, heats the tropics so far to the south
Its warmth a distant memory to the lands that it deserted
Long forgotten greens of summer turn into the color of a raging fire
The fire dies and leafs that lived in the summer sun die and fall to the ground
The white silky clouds turn black and heavy carrying moisture from the open waters
The mighty lakes of the north turn violent under the fading yellow sun
Fighting the winds and the certainty of the fingers of the north freezing them
Rain turns to ice storm and them into the snow that children love
Mother Nature makes her changes as the speed of life slows
Baby animals, now grown, leave their family to explore their new world
Some settle down for a sleep that will protect for the three months of bitter cold
Others travel to the lands of their ancestors where the climate never changes
No one tells them to make such a journey
It is just the cycle of life that protects them and their young
But all the ice, the snow and the suffering will end
For it is November and November is a month of change
The changes will last until the spring when live starts anew
The ice and snow will melt and food will be plentiful
Green with once again color the trees, grass and shrubs
The animals who were babies in the fall return with babies of their own
The lakes thaw and calm in the spring’s gentle breezes
Life will return to normal at least until the winds of November return
But, at least for now, that is a world away in another time
And it is no longer remembered


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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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Uncle Jim

1963.
I ran crying to Uncle Jim, standing by the barn door.
We hugged, and I tried to hold the smell of him,
of Vermont -- Old Spice, oatmeal, rotting leaves in crisp October air.
"Oh, kid, you and me, kid ... you and me," he said. 
But the car was waiting, all packed.
My grandparents yelled one more time, to come.
He stood alone, waving goodbye, his head held
to one side, a war injury. 
Perhaps that's why he drank.
Or maybe it was living so far away from us,
in a wild place, where snow is measured in feet.
On winding roads, I cried for two hours, through valleys of orange and yellow and graveyards of granite, where men with stovepipe hats and ladies with hoop skirts lay side by side underneath the green.
A blur of steeply pitched roofs went by.
Was Uncle Jim, by now surely in his house watching snowy TV, crying, too?
1975.
Uncle Jim is dead, at least he told me so, as he stood by my bed one night.
2013.
Even now, when I think of Uncle Jim, and how he held me, what he said to me in 1963, I still cry.
Even now.


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WINDBLOWN

The woods stole me today and I was grateful that molting maples hummed their familiar hymns, brilliant notes of crimson and lingering gold. Dad, you walked beside me, chatting, invisible, so I became five, fed nuts to nattering squirrels as your big hand tugged at a cherished season. Once, I’d thought you mapped the flights of geese, scattered turbulent clouds in some grand scheme. Again, your voice traveled as we walked the path, windblown, while my footsteps crushed old dreams.
By Cyndi MacMillan for the Autumn Splendor Contest Written Sept 9, 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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deep freeze

Winter days so  cold and dreary
Cause the soul to grow weak and weary
Ice has covered all the trees
It seems we are in a deep freeze

But Spring  is coming to the rescue
 Bringing  hope and life anew
Blossoms will soon  cover the trees
In will come the tropic breeze

Then will come the butterflies
Fluttering  as  they  beautify
Followed by the bumblebees
As birds sing happily in the trees

Winter soon will  have to go
As Spring comes in with gentle  kiss
 Proclaiming to the cold and snow
 That  winter thusly is dismissed

1 - 20- 2013


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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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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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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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Spring Comes

They say spring is paradise.
Will I think so too
as my lips get paler
and fingers paper thin?

Flowers - all of them
poppies, reminders   
like the tissued kind
sold by valorous veterans.

Will poppies ever turn
to lilacs and carnations
before these fields turn
brown in fall?

Death resides 
in the eye of the poppy;
no wonder their smells
are sweet.  

I know the blossoms
mortal hint and
collect each fallen petal
for my basket.

©Kathryn McL. Collins
May 24, 2004


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The Augusts of Summer

How I wish
I could go back
To when I didn't
Have a care in the world.
I wish for the days
I spent running
Barefoot in the grass
Laughing in the summer
And eating icy cold popsicles.
I want to be free again,
To not have to think
To go and do as I please,
Ride a bike
As fast
And as far as I can,
Or swim
In freezing cold waters,
My cheeks turning purple,
My lips tasting salty.
I wish to sit on a hill
With my childhood friends,
And eat cherries by the bag
And draw on the sidewalk
With an ice cube.
How I long to relive my memories,
How I long to be young again
A carefree kid, in the hot Augusts of summer.


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Shadows Reversed

                                               Shadows Reversed

                                       Luxurious spring blew into my ear
                                         nesting birds delighted senses
                                                  just sprung from dreams
                                morning prayers were simply shadows
                                      as I smelled your sweet womanhood

                               I readied your bath of silken warm water--
                        lilac soap lay ready to kiss your neck's curling hairs
                                    my heart bursting with lusty joy
                                                     popped like a silver bubble--

                                                to find you the shadow

V Anderson-Throop
2014  Valdez, Alaska







V. Anderson Throop
June 9, 2014
Valdez, Alaska


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Fleeting season

Downy feathers
Lightly float
Like dandelion seeds
Gossamers

Winter
Spring
Summer
And again
The fall 

Reveling in the dance
Of monarchs wings
And jackets with 
Downy feathers 

Like the advent of
Snowflakes
Lightly floating 
Gossamers
Gossamers

I muse


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Night Melds With Day

Nothing seems to make sense here,
If there is such a thing as 'sense' at all.
No way to tell the time of year,
Morning doves hoot and owls call.
The day appears to meld into the night,
Shadows lurk with no one to follow.
No way to perceive by the amount of light,
Is it today or is it tomorrow?
The sun is setting with the moon adjacent.
The tide is coming and has already been.
Sitting beneath a maple, I am complacent.
Waiting for the rain to rise again.
The air feels cold and warms my core.
No way to tell where time ends or begins.
Animals wake only to sleep once more.
Falling stars rest in clouds made of wind.
There I sit patiently trying to find my way,
Flowers walk and leaves roam along.
In this place where the night melds with day.
In this place where the clocks are all wrong.


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Watermelon Summer

That was the summer...
Of watermelon fields, and hot, humid days
Of suntanned traces, and mosquito-bit faces
When the purpose of knees
Was to be skinned
Of running down a country road
Bare feet on hot asphalt
Criss-crossing across an open field
Helping ourselves
To thick pink crimson chunks
That melted cool on sun-parched tongues
Dribbling from chins
Leaving the best part
The black bullet seeds
To be spit out in rapid fire
Against the wind
Against the dusty ground
Against each other
And when the ammunition was spent
A pillowed head, among the vines
To dream on clouds that whispered by
In the blue afternoon sky
That watermelon summer



___________________________________________________________
For Skat's Contest: Summer


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Sandals Removed

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees
takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries.

-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The more time I share with you
I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore.
Insatiable thirst to drink from your
living pools of water.
Bathed in your furnace fires
in this latter time.

Let me not be the one to pluck
blackberries from the bushes,
But a small flame joined in
your blazing fires.
I am in awe to stunned
to move from your presence.
So close, I can feel a wind called
Jehovah wrapped around me.

I remove my sandals on this
earthly ground.
Knowing I am standing in your presence,
the true essence of Holy Ground.
I have seen and witnessed your
Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation. 

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http://www.swordnlight.com/sandals.html


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Counting the Leaves

one...

a piece of scarlett flowing by
flirting with the threads on my arms

five...

breezes tied to their season, warmth running dry
canopies reddened with alarm

one hundred...

endless thoughts of winter's tide
her endless beauty and biting touch

five hundred...

winter's coronation has arrived
crowning the ground with white dust

one thousand...

one leaf left, a hanging army
whipping with wind, holding for life

one thousand one...

a brown corpse, dried and free,
falling, falling,
last tear from the tree.


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So Soft

                         So Soft

Serene and silent the head caresses pillow
Landing soft and slowly with a sigh
Quiet sounds of silken quilt
In covered warmth
Receives the fragile woman worn of age
Contentment on her face
As she finds comfort and companion with relief 
In design and form beneath
As she slips between the sheets
A slower moving body
In the cozy bedroom for some tranquil sleep
Outside, snowflakes count down the hours  
Blanketing the relaxed house near heaven
In penetrating peace
Mounting are the flowing mounds of white 
Building moments upon other open moments
Smiles take the woman on a cloud
To drift as well
Composed and calm
Upon her pillow down

             8/21/14 Seasonal Bliss poetry contest


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violet forever

Winter whispers goodbye as
  aggressive March cleanses
the Earth in preparation for 

yellow hyacinths and
                             purple irises.

Free spirits enter with the 
          fierce wind, anticipating
renewal, living...yet waiting...

                      for always.


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Beneath Cool Green Shade

Beneath cool green shade
we roil in inner undulations--
a fever of hands, a pox
of sunlight glinting
high canopies of summer trees.

Creeks crackle, clear
water molding speckled
pebbles as laughter
churns cooling shade
slipping past memories,
holding moments briefly --
white seeds of cottonwood
spinning in sun, settling
listlessly on a skin
of stream.


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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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Tide

Must be so far
'Cause I can't see the end
Here's hoping
Here's to all who never cared

I said I'd serve you until the end
Not so hard to understand
But you have killed the moment
Left me here for dead

Coming too fast
'Cause I can see the end
Here's hoping
You take time forget

I said I'd serve you until the end
Not so hard to understand
But you have killed the moment
Left me here for dead

Coming too late
'Cause I have passed the end
Here's hoping
You let go of all regrets

In comes the tide
To wash your life away
Here's hoping
That you're on solid ground


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The Arizona Heat ---Tagged!!!

The heat of summer makes her brain gelatin
The Arizona sun turns her into a skeleton
Time and space she does not put to waste
Really, this poet lady is one of great taste

Iced tea and lemonade in the Arizona sunlight
Create an atmosphere for her that’s just right
Ink just drying on her newly crafted poem
Always ready to rate on the pole of totem

Tall she stands with stature in poet's land
Only doing right waving her magic wand
Leading other poets to higher heights
Lovely readings are on her poetic site

Everyone should look in her poetic bag
What? Jill Martin, you are now tagged!



Comments:  Okay Jill, I was tagged by Tamiviolet Manchas.  As a result, I have to 
pass the tag along.   Your name is on the top of the list.  Your poetry is just 
wonderful!  Now, you must find a poet whose poetry you enjoy reading, and tag 
that poet with a poem.  Man, this is so much fun!  Chau!



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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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Lolly

Obviously, I am kissed 
Once more by destiny 
When clock touching
The summer moonlight night
Without pain
And, flatten the thought 
By the buzzing bug
With a fiery lips, awaking 
My lonesome blood 
Into whacking as I fell 
Into her breath
With its natural scent 
Like Venus, the god
Wrapped my lonely body 
By sweet loving hand 
That I felt like 
Lolly candy
Wanting… 
To be licked 
By you, again and again  


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Seasons

Seasons come and seasons go.
Life changes for better and sometimes worst.
Strength comes from storms.
The best is appreciated by suffering the worst.
Never change as Seasons do.
Follow your dreams never lose sight of you.
Don't forget who you are.
Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar.
On your emotions and eat away at you.
Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you.
Don't be blinded by dream realization.
After each storm there is sunshine.
And you can endure good and bad times.
Never let go of your ability to reason.
Perservere learn from all Seasons.




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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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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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Golden Summer

Warm damp hair
Dew drops hang from loose curls;
Refracting rays of golden summer
Dance across a placid surface

Enveloping cool caressing currents
As bronzed arms pump and glide
Buoyant form sluicing toward the dock

Trickling water runs down my back
As I stretch up to kiss
Your warm damp hair
As your body shimmers,
In refracting rays of golden summer


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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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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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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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Soul Ties

Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and  
bonded,can't really hide it.
Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark 
disguise.
Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap 
inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of 
me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him  
everyday.
Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet.
Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty.
Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a 
yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight 
anymore.
A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue 
to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? 
Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in  hell where the(flesh) will 
burn.
Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today  without  
delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way.
Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any 
day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way.
Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose.
Soul tie with Him today!


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leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



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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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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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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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My Seaons of Change

                                                  My Seasons of Change 

1. All the world’s a sky of faded virtue, 

2. Though major events have shaped my life,  

3. they are constantly replaced with new memories, most soon to be forgotten. 

4. One day’s triumph is another’s past glory. 

5. Like clouds, people have floated into my life and portrayed themselves in a way to form my character.  

6. Some have stayed and some have gone each leaving their distinctive steps in my path. 

7. The stars which illuminate the night are like the reflection of my past decisions. 

8. Like constellations show the history of people’s lives, mine is not yet run its course, but only begun.  

9. Just as God has blessed nature with its four seasons: summer, fall, winter and spring;  

10. He has also provided me with seasons that have developed my intricate character.  

11. The first is independence.  

12. Independence had arrived at the threshold of my future around the time of my late middle school years. 

13. Independence came from situations that pushed me to the edge of change. 

14. Change was not only a shift in my surroundings but a total alteration in my world view. 

15. The perplexing opportunities challenged me to make my own decisions. 

16. With my own decisions came discernment. 

17.  My whole eighth grade year I felt the daunting shadow of high school nudging at my side. 

18. After all, my success in high school could set the course for the rest of my life 

19.  and is it not my obligation to take the gifts God has given me and use them to change the world? 

20. That doesn’t happen overnight. 

21. The rough bark of an oak tree presented itself as a symbol for the following weeks of transition. 

22. High school brought discernment. 

23. I acquired the knowledge of why things are right or wrong. 

24. Responsibility was the next season in my life. 

25. Responsibility is not only gained through trust but opposition.  

26. Now that these three seasons have come to pass, they have matured my mind and soul. 

27. The last to follow is inevitably, struggle. 

28. Seamless struggle has lingered behind mankind since the begining of time. 

29. Struggle can be neither ignored nor avoided. 

30. As lighting strikes from the sky and thunder roars so is the ever presence of daily trials. 

31. Each season represents a pillar which will withstand not only the icy winds of fear, but 

32.  provide peace and security in my spirit that can never be driven out. 


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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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The Swimming Pool

The scene is a bit too bright, and the
Water is a bit too tart. Slightly acidic,
But mostly enticing, it feels good to him.

With measured step 
He walks up - jumps - 
And falls in.

Plunging deeper he tries to see 
But the chlorine burns his eyes,
A rhythmic exhale eases the pressure on his ears
But he can’t breathe and is afraid his heart
Will beat out of his chest.

Acquiescing to his pain, he faintly hears a voice beckoning him towards the wall, 
Finally reaching the bottom he pushes off the floor,
Frantically kicking towards the surface.

Swallowing his first gulp of air, his back stings as the wind renders an aftershock of motion,
But he happily pulls toward the ladder;
Eager to climb up and plunge again. 



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New Stars Are Formed

Strange colored skies climb northernly this night
Calling our future with wild deamons eyes
Abscure as the creatures who answer the call
Wild are the answers of the reasons and the faults
Certain as the well swept winds
Alluring in it's grasp fought negatively through single wins
I pray twords the skies and it curdles and swims
Thoughts twords the sun and it scorches my rims
Carry me far enough I can be within your sights
Stash us away and the sun will be bright
Motors may break but oceans will be light
I will stay on the coast and wait 
The award I will do is make the evening a minute late
Parched is the gulf as the single minute breaks
Great is the second docks a seperate mans gate

The Earths crust slowly begins to crumble
It quivers, then quakes, it slowly opens, the rivers break
A star is born somewhere, a beautiful new star
Great is the struggle, born from the heavens a small light it makes

The new star pulls, it turns, then it feeds and it's fuel it burns
Gently it orbits following all things it understands
The new star bends it dances it stands
Tancing outwardly as creations comprehend

A continient wavers as the new star binds its brand
It feeds off of our oceans as our tides wash in
It goes just as softly forward and back
As the rays of its placement barrow up to the sun
We watch very carefully because it's damages are already done


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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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Following You Home

Clink clank clink clank clink clank
slow steady pace, metal hitting pavement
pausing when you pause
following you home, the man is bones

and a tie, top hat, tails, not tap shoes
more like chains, the sound a horseshoe makes
when it hits the stake, clink clank
what does he want, why follow you home?

His teeth gleam of green fire, his hands haloed
by electric blue, he's a Halloween special
turned out just for you, clink clank
he wants to touch you, better run

His eyes are on fire, he's spewing smoke
from his nostrils, there's no place to hide
clink clank is faster clank clank clank
has your breath caught in chest yet?

When he touches you, you'll melt, one touch
you're on fire, one scream from your mouth
brings no one out to save you from his wrath
clink clink better speed clink clink nearer ever nearer

Is it candy that fuels him? Toss a Mars Bar or two,
toss the whole pillow sack, watch it burst in flame
there's a door if you can reach it, just up the hill
huff puff clink clank, there's a door with a wreath

Flowers black as coal, it opens a bit, precious light
spews forth, saying welcome your welcome
if only you can outrun him, outrun the bone man
the man with top hat clink clank clink clink after you

The door widens, your belly hurts, 
beneath your mask you drip sweat,
and just as you reach it, hiss, pain, flame on your back
and from the door, bone man exits clink clank

Two bone men, will take you to the fire
two bone men, don't want your scary mask,
the candy you can keep, your tears mustn't weep
just pass over the pumpkin, they'll be gone from sight.

Clink Clank, phew, bone men, toting pumpkin,
lit from within, their hands holding it, opposite twins
clink clank, they are going, going kabooom
straight into the air, and off to far off moon, phew.


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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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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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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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Seasons' Promise

Summer lies sleeping somewhere in fields of daisies
her warm breeze waltzes with each blade of grass

Autumn’s reclined wrapped within soft, cool mists
her nursery of seeds and parched leaves put to bed

Winter has awoken and rides the frigid northern winds
Ushering in a moment of slumber to proffer the circle of life

And... spring will come tomorrow, a new beginning to champion
When all asleep arise once more, with burst of colors everywhere!
~*~

01/'14


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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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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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A Summer's Sound

Cicada chirp
vibration.

Comes an image
of heat, sweat, sweet clover
and haystacks that itch.



~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ for Laura McKenzie's contest ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


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Steamy Summer Treats

“Ice cream, ice cream two for a quarter” but we were already lining up Mr. Softee’s* song beckoned sultry vacation days in the suburbs no air-conditioning back then not one neighbor had a pool so “Slip ‘N Slide was the way to keep cool bedtime came before summer’s sunset but only after Dad’s nightly stories sometimes funny, sometimes scary he made them up as he went along weekends were wild at the Jersey Shore sun, sand, surf and boardwalks but it was the family time I loved most as I dreaded that first school bell
*Mr. Softee was an ice cream truck similar to the Good Humor man. Entry for the “Summer” Contest Summer in the Suburbs and at the beach


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Memories Unlearned

Oh my God the geese!

Standing in my yard
while wave after wave of them
fly over the roof of the house
from the NW to the SE.

Each wave ebbs and flows,
the geese almost exactly the same distance apart
the V is straight and they fly strong.

And the ruckus!

Talking and calling to one another. 
As they meet in the big migration
they sound like
a gaggle of guys at the club,
or women catching up on the news across the fence.

You can hear the sergeant honk his orders,
his voice is deep.
A trailer squawking wait for me,
her voice screams.

They just keep coming
like the tireless waves against the shores
breaking up occasionally,
their order broken,
gliding amiss.

Sensing; ever slowly; the geese find the scent,
catching the current that holds primal instincts unlearned
spiriting them back into shape.

Now stragglers of two;
A quiet – 
Then a new wave, large enough to surf.

How powerful the swoop of free spirits
beats into my awareness of self.
Spring, motivation, renewal, time to flourish, this beautiful wild earth.

The last waves,
are they the last waves,
seem tired;
pressing to reach the unseen place of ancient memories.


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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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COVERED WITH FUR

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so many frigid clouds so many dangling drooping dippers on this icy, icy night of paper, powder and pearl… she gushes out from the night blanket, cats and tigers in flight, trees mashing ivory feathers with silver stones. her lukewarm eyes sink with velvet birds sketching her photographs tissue crepe, ocean crème and maiden white, nesting on hemisphere’s balding coves the sky-lamps trip on her thermal feet naked… i mean, like breasts of newborn doves on the nest’s chilled waiting room... and just past midnight at the basement of stillness, nothingness, her translucent air swerves in transit between visions of secluded saints and sinners weeping then laughing at the bite of polar time. this moon lady of frost embraces lantern clouds waning, heralding her sacred infant-like incantation seemingly detached from earth mother’s limbs on this icy, icy night of paper, powder and pearl… she is cold changing to warm, breathless along an arctic season longing for her new moonchild to bear the fruits of plump colors soon to be.
........................................ (( here's to: Chris D. Aechtner's " Free Verse for Winter"))


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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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Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray


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The Hue of Blue

The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of 
what we once shared that summer so long ago.

As the crisp air and rain touches my face 
all those memories tend to cascade.  .  . 
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.

© August 24, 2013 


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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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Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


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I See Beauty - I Feel Love










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A woodland path in dappled sun
hushed and quiet
so kind and full of promise
she leads me on 
through boughs of inspiration
where dancing sunlight
touch delicate my soul 
and lofty birds
sing in a private sanctuary
only for me

How grateful I am
for the hand of God
has gently
shown heavenly melody
with each gracious stroke 
drifting in waters pure and free 
a gift of proverb
bring silent understanding

I breath each moment in
with deep and grateful breath
for in this slight moment of life
completion I have found

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First Two Lines Written By : A Rambling Poet ~ Constance La France
Contest ~ A Woodland Path
Poet ~ Rick Parise
June-9-2011


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What Easter Means To Me

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As spring joyfully arrives
brilliant blue skies and vast green fields come to life

peering from the rich soil 
an Easter Lily opens with beauty

with large white trumpet shaped flowers
and gracious green stems climbing high

the music of the lords returned began to blow
streaming far and wide

a celebration had begun 
a celebration of eternal life
 
I gaze at the cross in deep loving thought 
as each miraculous miracle came to light

O' Lord God Almighty
this day brings gratitude and thanksgiving
for you..... staying faithful to the point of death
and giving your life, so that each may dwell divine

I thank you Lord
I thank you

peering from the rich soil
an Easter Lily sings praise


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CONTEST


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The Voices

I collect eyes. Burnt ones.
Of the last summer.
Arms chopped off. 
By a tide of sand.
Reflections of uncollected water. 
You, hunter of flowers…
Oh, wharves! 
Oh, sea goings! 
Winds in the sails of the white ships.
High wings.
The swelter of August swallowed you.

But today it’s September and the oval autumn.
And your voices I hear…


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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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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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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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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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Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


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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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Wind Song, With Birds

The wind
howled ice-cold, clear-sky
lullabies

and awoke the moon,
who gazed, heavy-lidded,
at the stars around her

Leaves and dust
danced sambas and pirouetted
along the desert's river,

who was shivering uncontrollably
while midnight birds
struggled to fly upstream

against the manic,
stinging, musical currents
of turbulence and wonder


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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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Summer's End

The sun is a scythe slicing late September skies,
severing the gilt chain link of sultry summer days.
Smoke spirals slowly above cornfields crackling with gold,
as if the brittle fields are alight

with the cremation of summer's scorched carcass.
Mornings, there is a new sting in the air
as wasps scavenge the rotting guts of redcurrants
in a huddle of blood spot bushes,

and the last windfalls soften, sweetening untamed grass.
Late summer's muggy pulse falters and fades
as arterial light spills from the failing, anaemic sun,

and Michaelmas daisies droop drowsily, jaded and wan,
as September's gilded edges soften,
mellowing into October's mauve.




9/5/2013
for 'Summer's End' contest

by Charlotte Puddifoot
entered into Nette Onclaud's 'Take Two' contest on 4/2/2014


*I've left the original date and contest title untouched so you'll know it is a piece that genuinely didn't place...looking down at that first comment of Andrea's I had to laugh because it's usually the kiss of death for me in a contest whenever she says something like that! lol


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Thunderstruck Sunshine

The clouds shook
A thick, black, very wet blanket out
In the Southeastern quadrant 
Of the New Mexico firmament,
Complete with lightning
And growling, crackling,
Massive basso-profundo sound effects,
Inviting the sun to rest,
Take a load off, 
Reeellaaaxxx! 

Abrasively radiant,
Helios glared a brilliant, heated, passionate,
Steamy smile
Into the arid monsoon skies

And refused Storm’s invitation
To lie down and go to bed


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Season Of Strangeness

Overnight, the ice of unshed tears
has thawed upon her pillow,

frail foil-silver filaments
have draped the room like tinsel.

Outside, an ermine mist mantle
has muffled the garden,

softly stifling evergreens
clinking with crystals of light.

Glacial draughts of silence
gust through the house -

stark silver slivers
coldly conveying the worst.

And she cannot deny
the frosting of fear

webbing inner windows;
the desolation

that dwells within
and does not dissolve.

Isolation swells with winter's sting;
reality is slipping

from her tenuous grasp.
A seasonal strangeness:

this polar pause,
this pensive wake for the year's passing;

the lull before the last
push of consumerism,

poised on the edge
of an uncertain season.







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Crisp Autumn Day

A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.

Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the fading scent of roses.
Tart apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened rain.

Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves huddle in garden corners
crunching crooked for warmth.

MMC © 2011


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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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Love's Lullaby

Whispering into my heart her love; softly times touch...
Years which have claimed harmonic dreams as cradled
Tenderly within her arms; warmth these notes pressed
Betwixt the seasons from that the very start; a melody
Playing joyful her bosom; dripping in velvets sweetest
Honeycomb; closing gently my eyes to taste, this kiss...
While the world rages outside its endless wars; tearful
Their own crimson sheets of stained, by sorrows voice
Shouting from atop burning cliffs; still melting aneath
Melancholy, somber skies; your side my side their side
Disarray as blind hate fans it's flames reaching toward
The stars that they may speak; whispering into heart's
A melodies soft touch; banishing such nights of refrain...
No more, betwixt reasons seasons playing now, joyfuls
Velvet hopes amid this the sweetest, honeycomb's kiss
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..."Love's Lullaby" *


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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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Catching Cadence

Along the crossing of a river bank I see currents enchanted by your smile even rainbows mimic your spotless splendor Words slip from my sluggish thoughts as i paint your nature with poetry The truth of your beauty, already written Nothing else should replace like wings need not rest on another wings to fly or rather a dew to your rosy cheek I am here, wandering with the carried waves catching cadence of how unknown rhymes are made out of your turbulent tides I threw gazes at the stars shining on you and emotions evolve out of how much I want you to “be mine”


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Before Coffee Poem

Birds chirp by jarfuls
in twilight dawn.

The sun could stand correction
in the hesitation of fulfillment.

The planets & stars roll off
the table of sky, plop
in the puddle of lakes serene
as maniacs in straight jackets.

The wind mumbles
it isn’t so.  The unbend poplars
don’t care,
and children
aren’t children anymore.


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Boney Bonny Dames and Old Money Games


Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on my way, you as the bridges in my song
Making choruses of dreams that could soon belong

And urban princes and their Porsches
Lost in winters, cold in summers
They adore to ornate you, over muskwood and glassy silvers
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars

These hardened hands carrying letters I send
	will wear me down to some sorry end
And this I know
But I'll go knowing
the Chapel charade was the pretty noise
	of sonnets chasing sunsets,
drunk Welsh poets
tearing tails for London wisps

Until it comes, a northern boy without southerly blues
The swaying Yarrans, sparkling flutes, Victorian flues
Keeps Flinders Station stepping full of over-priced shoes

And boney bonny dames, old money games
Skirts for winters, surgeons for gains
They climb to lower you, for fifteen lights upon their names 
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars


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Seasons

The trees are softly weeping
their tender leaves like tears
falling, mourn summer’s end

Heartsick they quietly stand
their boughs like arms reach
awaiting, winter’s frosty chill

Through lonely starry nights  
their memories like sparling
jewels, beget signs of spring

Till ends nature’s quiet sleep
their blossoms like whispers
birth, warm summer dreams

Before welcomed blue skies 
their grandeur like promises
yield, to autumn’s siren call


© Eugene Harvey


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A SEASON FOR CHANGE

When the final Autumn leaf spirals to the ground,
and a warm Chinook breeze is no longer found.
Bears retreat to their seasonal slumber,
as snowflakes approach in abundant numbers.
Mother Nature steps down from her post.
As old man Winter prepares as new host.
A starving North wind arrives in his horseless carriage,
preparing to join hearts with the Earth in marriage.
Thus for many eve's they shall bind in wedlock.
Till Spring rises from the shadows to create a new flock.


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Rainy Days

                      It's Raining.
Come on my beautiful lady its spring showers 
let us fly with the rain knowing how much you 
love the raining season,living next to the ocean,
my promenade on the sand hand in hand with 
the rain always allows me to regain my strength,
it gives me the power to share my deep feelings 
& emotions.
It hit me tonight to run quickly after the rain,
and that is only the beginning.

Oh! let it rain again & again,let the thunder start 
singing a song with the strong rain drops vibrating 
like the echo of music from afar. 

Walking alone by the ocean I felt heavy drops 
of rain flowing down my cheeks mingling with 
my tears whispering,its me your friend the rain 
again,I haven't much time,I am passing by to 
listen to your heart beat & wash away your 
fears to run under your feet warm them 
with a hug,and hear me convey a message 
to your thoughts that i love you.
 
& decided to carry you away out West,deliver you 
to pass sometime with your children,hug them,
love them,talk to them,share with them,sit with 
them until I come back to fly you home again.

Here I am back from this memorable panoramic 
journey while piloted by the pouring rain,
love the rain,an eternal friend as long as I live.
                          
    Therese Bacha                                                                                              
 
  21/5/2013


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the sower

Arnold gazed eastward,
squinting. 
His callused hands hung
by thumbs hooked to
his belt. He had beaten
the rooster by at least
an hour, and his hands
lit a pipe in
celebration. 
A cool breeze 
passed through, teasing
the plowed field,
the chimes,
and his arms.
The barn stood sturdy, 
ready for the season.
Seasoned tools hung on the 
new walls. The screen door 
behind him swung and
she stood next to 
him on the porch, his 
hand stroked her back.
She looked at him, he
peered eastward, a subtle
smile concealing a laugh,
“It’s going to be a good year.”


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Winter Scene

A snow pony and sled
The pure mystery of diagonals, gliding
and tinkling bells
Beside a grey-green meadow, shadow less
down snow lanes with plumes of breath,
mystical from its nostrils
Stone carved but alive in shape and form
The snow crunches under its animated hooves
This sled streaming through a pure, white domain

A temporary yet, timeless feeling world.
 
Suzanne Delaney


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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

Tonight, the full moon blooms
And foils the looming gloom.
The remnant doom from noon
Has lost it's bullish tune.
And embraces dusk's eerie cool.


The village square it illuminates
Arena of moonlight tales of late
The little ones gather and wait
While the elderly engage in debates
And the goats noisily ruminates


The bright night, lights sparks
Of bliss and joy in trees' barks
The tall iroko whistle in parks
Where young lovers end their tracks
And skimpy skirts lose their tacks
 
 
The son of perdition frets unsure
The thief in the night fears exposure
The pirate sailor steers from ashore
The night fisherman denied action
For the kind light bathes the ocean


Tonight, the full moon beams proud
As the town crier makes his round
Belting forth a piercing sound.
While the town's chorus echoes loud
The stage is set for the yearning crowd


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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


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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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Taller that Humanity But Smaller Than the Gods

For whosoever feels lonely here is my hand
I guided up the sun, so you could see better

For whosoever fears doubt
I talked about myself failing you

Though you never saw it 
You just noticed me

Standing like a statue 
Right behind you all along

Hoping that you won't look back
For even I might start to reconsider

How tough I posed in your defence
How unstable my heart spake all along

But glancing is your eyes, daunted with tears
Let me blow a wind to dry

I bled just like you mayber brighter
For our color is the same 

But the wounds were inflicted
By different momentum

So I am a shield 
But not from a storm

Even God told me,
We all had our seasons to mourn

But I am of a barrier
of not leaving you behind

For even in our seasons 
Do our crops seek nourishment

I know your dry
So I became moist

I know your soaked
So here is my warmth

I seen you smile 
By my giving joke

I heard you anger
By my wrath

I see you sleep
Of a lullaby

I am your light 
When your soul is tainted with darkness

I am your darkness
When the light causes you to blind

I will be your opposite
When the same reeks of ordinary

Just a little spice I have created
For our feast of many treats

In this season let us all rise
And be our own balance of our life


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Partial Eclipse of the Sun seen in Ireland today

It was a majestic sunrise
as a honeyed circle rose behind tall silhouette trees
emanating wonder and peace
an apple sun
with a bite bitten
the garden of Eden flashed my mind
as a partial eclipse of the sun glowed
a very special good morning 
watching the moon circle the sun


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Autumn Feelings Flow

Autumn feelings flow
in much the fashion
as lost leaves that blow

All Hallows' finds our minds
in false identities
that take us to escape
our daily grind
and look into the fantasies
behind the hidden selves we
barely have the time to know
 
Delighting in our children's
rituals for misrule,
in the guise of madness 
we find our neighbour's kindness
and exorcise our fears of strangers,
masquerading as a fairy or a witch
 or ghost in pain

We anticipate with joy
the chance to be a child again

Written September 2013
 

For Russell Sivey's Everything Halloween Contest.


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Colours of Autumn

~}{~ A soft breeze blows Just enough to feel it upon your face A brand new season has just begun A season full of colours.. The sky crystal blue Lush green grass sparkles in the morning dew Crisp falling leaves ablaze earthy sienna and browns Deep red and ochre so ambrosial Blanket the ground in amber and russet shades Leaving trees naked to the cool winds.. ~}{~ By Tracie x For Autumn Splendor Poetry Contest


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Poor White

For Raul's "White Pumpkin" contest.


Pale ghost of Autumn,
Deep wrinkles on her weathered face...

Poor relation of her rubicund cousins,
Never chosen for jack-o-lantern ...

But inside, where it matters,
Her blushing flesh tastes of Summer,

Warm, 
Sweet, 
Golden Summer.


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Floating

Suntanned toes
Submerged and swirling tepid water
In lazily summer circles
While I float
Dangling fingers, barely skimming the surface
Hypnotic lapping little waves
Caress the warm plump vinyl inner tube
While I float
Strands of hair dipping into the lake
As I gaze upward at 
Forever bright blue summer sky
And clouds like carded cotton fibers
Floating slowly by
Sun kissed thighs and freckled knees
Bobbing slightly with the breeze
While I float
And perfect summer flows
Around my suntanned toes


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At Last

There’s a house in a field somewhere 
A sea of a sky out there 
Begging to be born again 
With my hands to till, 
Your heart, and a windmill 

A weathervane that tries 
Without the presence of your eyes 
Is a tree fell without a sound 
There’s a tin roof for me to mend 
A simple truth ne’er to bend 

I would tend to your need 
Gift my patience, and give heed 
Hands to work, to be calloused 
To grow these gardens green 
To build your everything 

As the seasons roll through 
And the heavens fade from blue 
We’ll lift a catch, and fill our barrel 
There is nothing we cannot abide 
No beasts from which to hide 

A hummingbird, our neighbor 
Enjoys the fruits of our labor 
A stream running rampant down a hill 
A hammock rests in the shade 
Sway there, let your eyes fade 

A cedar porch, it’s brand new 
Built with devotion, it’s just for you 
I will never grow weary from this 
As addicted to the breeze 
As the troubles you ease 

You belong here on my arm 
We’ll resurrect this rusted farm 
Simpleness and solitude abound 
Breaking free of our past 
Together, in love, at last


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The Crap of Life

Each crap life takes
Fertilizes the world
Ah! Smell the spring air


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Spring Showers

They sometimes come as strangers to the Earth. But, often, they are unwelcome overflows. From two pure elements they are always made, And they are most essential to the welfare of mankind. They have activated hormones now and then And, sometime later results are proudly known. Many sweaty brows of have been cooled, After work in fields fed by spring showers. As both adult and child I’ve slept to the Rhythm of spring showers on tin roofs. And the sleep resulting seemed much more refreshing Than the forty winks I managed now and then. Spring showers are our friends But when carried by strong winds Can bring devastation And damage of historic proportions. These gentle rains can mean Life’s blood to some and death knell to others. So, spring showers are many things And memories galore flourish after their visit. Written for Russell Sivey’s contest ‘Spring Showers” 04/14/13


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Desert Rain

Desert Rain

Between my finger and my thumb
the hot desert sun spreads through
my window, a clean grating sound as
the wind blows. This sound of wind
usually gone when only the sun is present. 
We spend our days waiting for rare tears
to fill the dry, sharp desert land.
Bring us the cold smell of rain, the
smother and slap of soggy sand.
Awaken roots this winter for more
desert flowers will blossom in early 
spring when water is somewhere
to be found.

Feb 2, 2014


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Masquerade

You saunter through the double doors
Head held high
Chest puffed out
Putting on airs
You think you’re so clever, so deceiving
Showing up baring the most ornate mask
But I see right through
The mask that you wear tonight
You think it will conceal
You think just tonight
In this hour
You can be somebody else
But you’re dancing with the Belle of the Ball
This is MY Masquerade
And this is the 147th event
You just don’t recognize me
Because I wear a different mask each time
Your mask is cheap material
Sequins missing, feathers askew 
Such feeble attempts
I smell your bravado
Putrid and reeking, stinking up the air
But I see right through
I’ve donned masks my whole life
That’s why I am the bearer of this sash
That you see around my neck 
“Strongest Person I Know”
But I allow no one to gaze under the mask
Sure I play the Belle oh so well
But if you all saw beneath
Saw WHY I’ve had to wear masks
You’d strip me of my title
You’d rip off my sash
Break the pearls from my neck
You’d run for the door tonight
Quicker than Cinderella at the stroke of midnight
That’s the beauty of a Masquerade
You can pretend to be something you’re not
When one guise becomes worn
When it loses its sparkle
It’s glamour and charm
That first catches your eye
Well it’s quite alright 
Because I have a treasure trove 
BURSTING with masks
Grab another and keep dancing
Twirling the night away
Never skipping a beat
But when the music finally comes to an end
When the door closes and the final guest departs
Empty wine glasses are seen scattered all around
The only sound is the echo of my heels
When the confetti lies lifeless on the floor
That’s when I remove my mask
Exhausted, worn and weary
When I gladly, almost desperately 
Take off my tattered sash 
And throw it beneath my feet
Because I’m not resilient and strong now
I feel weak, frail and reclusive in my realm
That’s when the tears start to brim
That’s when I wish someone else held the title
So stripped and naked
Alone to clean up the mess
Everyone else has left behind
But there’s no one to there to pick up the sash
Just me and the sound of my tears
Echoing as they hit the floor
Almost fearfully I pick up the sash
Dust off the confetti
Smooth out the wrinkles
Before placing it back around my neck
As I throw my shoulders back
Standing taller than ever
Wiping away tears that no one saw
I walk back to my trunk
My trunk of the most decorative
Ornate, obscuring masks
Finding another to wear
As I prepare for the next façade
The next Masquerade 


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AUTUMN SCENE

AUTUMN SCENE

Something framed within tells an autumn scene
Though grass be still green
Flowers yet bloom in lively color
A lonely bush flaps the protective white house siding
Southward leans
And o’er the rooftops
Clouds blown dizzy in confusion
Race against the Moon
Billow such far away grays
That something contained within
Tells of autumn days


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THE WINDS OF AUTUMN

The mystical maid of the seasonal change, in summer darns a
Gown of evergreen, with rose petal blossoms of bows, and leaves
Ribbons woven intertwine through thorns and beauty.
In the rush the colder winds blow at natures rare textured garments
Of elegance personified, limb by branch, fall do the delicate flowers,
Tenderly bidding the great lady a loving farewell remorse, until next
Years calling madam, they do softly whisper till then my dearest love.
Now in the white dress of the elm, a white maiden of porcelain skin thus
Stands alone, brushed by the on coming chilling breeze of autumn, decorations
Multicolored rainbow leaves create a sheaves protection of golden copper, mixed
With reds crimson detailing of perfection’s design.
The waltz of the timeless begins to play the harmonic music, so the tree
Of life it so does sway, in glories joyous dance.
Ever lightly stepping on the stage of destiny, this lady grace moves with
Her charming silhouette whom keeps in rhymes precision to the tune.
Attempting to beguile this mistress of the season, winter wishes her to yield,
So she may ware his whitest gown earlier this year.
 But nay the lady will not be tempted by the icy gown of winter’s seductions,
For it is she whom decides the changing of the seasons.
It glitters in the air, shimmering with like rarest gems of the sky, enticing
The maid enchanting the women beneath the browning leaves the are blown
Away one by one unto the quickening air swirling around her.
So a tarried figure will appear, ravaged threadbare, a Grecian statues goddess,
Standing stark naked held captive beneath the winter’s lustful spell.
Surrendering the beauty yields to the beast, dressed in sorrows brilliant shifts
Of ivory, that sparkles and shines beneath the moonlights illumination.
Heavy is the burden she must bare, this now ice maiden, waiting until the life 
Cycle to begin again, then a lighter a gown she’ll darn once more.
In the night the sweet music takes a harsher tune, yet she dances onwards,
Her tears turning to snow fakes white lace, thus before they have even a chance
To hit the ground, a damsel of ice and snow waiting to be rescued by the first
Kiss of spring.
In faith she puts all her trust, to end this season of death, she prays to the almighty,
Oh lord it’s lasting to long, my inner heart bleeds so with agonies longing, the heavenly
Father thus sends her a small sign, a minimal of insignificant size, the ground hog, I’m here,
For thee he says standing before her majesty, don’t give up hopes loving embrace.
Then in a lightening flash of colors array, winters chill is whisked away, melted now
Is the heavy garments tethering, and she smiles in the warmth of springs gown of 
Fragrant flowers, and she the maiden of the seasons, praises the power of God on high,
Thank you my father, never again shall I forget your loving grace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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Ranch Hand Sunset.

Upon the flushing milieu of twilight,
     Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook.

 A proud slow march on hackneyed legs,
     In the slow emergence of autumn’s dusk.

Today’s sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps,
     In the dawn to dusk harvest of the seasons haying.

An aching exhaustion on sweat muddied faces,
     The price and the pride of the old rancher’s toils.

Barns piled high from the summers green fields,
      The homestead prepares for the silver of winter.

Lost in the muted glow of sunset’s backdrop,
     The prairie echoes thanks with a soft cowboy song. 


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Too Hot


Look at you, August,
petending to be
a southern belle
all breezy and full
of mint julep.

Refinement is not your style,
a plague your eighth month sun
driven to scourge pastures,
blind cattle, wilt
bluebells and buttercups.

No southern belle, you.

©Kathryn M. Collins
September 26, 2012


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Seasons Change

Seasons change
Even when love remains
It's not the same

It's a cycle in constant motion
Dying, reborn, and still it's growing

And autumn takes it's chill
Even when it's dying, 
                   ..... it's beautiful still

Bare and vulnerable 
With all it's colors set at its feet
It's beautiful
As it surrenders in its defeat

And it seems weathered and in despair
When the color drifts away with the winters air

It hangs in the grey, a dark cynic
Beaten and broken
Then a ray of light beams
And hope has spoken 

It's there the warm comes again
And the sun it.... Shines
And the broken and the weathered
Catches the fire of the horizon

It blooms at the finger tip of change
At the touch of light
Something green, new, and fresh
And overdue
Naive and full of life

Just a leaf of hope in the sunset
But soon a field of flowers
Once Spring's dew's wept

Pleasure and pain
That's the season of change
That's the change in seasons
A change in loves reasons

A reason for the change in love.


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The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


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SISYPHUS PLATE

In September knights are rambling around the streets.
Forgotten heroes in the wrong season
Search for their hunted castles
on a wet sand.
Rain is washing out all those promises
summer has spread, is cleaning each illusion,
With colorless tears of Heaven.
In September mountains are growing higher
And seas pulsate around melodies of the wind,
Around the past, around leaves' changing breath,
Around the Season's final quest.
In these lonely days, which carry the weight of a change,
Like Sisyphus plate,
I was born.


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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


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A night of shadows

As she lays sweating under the hot, yet
comforting blanket she bites her lip, balls
her hands into her fists just to keep from
screaming and falling to sleep.

Dancing on her walls are the shadows!
Shadows you couldn't even imagine they
seem to be grinning at her as if they knew
something she did not know.

Do they know something are they trying
to tell her what there is to come?
She can hear someone or something 
calling her now; she does not know what
it is and does not want to know either.

As the voice gets closer it becomes more
frightening and louder and louder.
Slowly the tears dwell up in her eyes and 
than burst rolling down her like a balloon 
ready to pop.

Several hours ago by the windows she saw
'ghoulish' activity, her eyes are heavy fighting
to stay awake a little longer so she will know 
when every thing ends.

She falls asleep to wake up later realizing
that it was not a dream but 'Halloween'.


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November's Leafless Repose

October is crowned with glory.
She is touched with Heaven’s glow.
The seasons declare her rise to glory
Her majestic laurel-leafed crown in
magnificent display, with jeweled leaves adorned.

O northern wind, command her before thee to bow, and
cast forth her golden crown. 
Lay her upon forest floors of crushed velvet brown.   
Her reign deposed she now lies in November’s leafless repose





for Brian Strand's contest 
1st place win 

Note: some how my poem and comments were 
completely erased




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Chicken

<                                          No Guts !

                                            No Glory !

                                      C  H  I  C  K  E  N !!!



My Unique Line By   K.S.

Chicken   


I Will Try Anything Once
Esp When Comes To 
Daredevil Adventures

Skydiving
Skiing
Hot Air Balloon


Entry For P.D. Contest
The Most Impressive Line


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Beauty Calls

Beauty Calls Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves Under my nightlight made from the stars Cool is the night, safe is my bed In the hands of the old oak, I rest All of the night sleeps in silence A voice in itself that is loud Dawn will lift her countenance A peek, a look then a smile Warming our day with a new hope And a dewy kiss of revival Ribbons of color inhabit our vision Saplings begin to stretch in growth Caretakers rise early to till and water Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun Sadly too many miss this miracle Caught up in life’s daily grind Take but a moment, watch a day birth Know that it breaks anew just for you Carole Cookie Arnold 02/10/2011


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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


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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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February

The poem is to be written by itself:
Like life looking for the trembling instant of luminescent lucidity;
Like lovable faces and the old lullaby ...
Like logarithms in a looking-glass of the same fable.
Like the old loom bringing us common recollections;
This February like a loop-hole in the winter`s wall
Is ready to give us the space where you paint the other seasons.
Facetious,facile fag running in the fair falters an old truth
About this famine of poetry whose fan you and me still are.
Fastidious February in a fashionable far-fetched fatigue
Ready to find fault with somebody else...
Feline February near the fence looks at the fireplace 
Where feelings of glass become our every day fix.
February,flabbergast us with your flag in the flavor of hope.


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'Tween Summer and Winter


Descend, delicate rain of doom.
Spatter quietly in insistent breeze.
Break, gold and red,
as branches sneeze.
Burn a stack of saddened leaves.

Agitate limbs to nakedness.
You are my fall.
I am your slave until
winter’s uncivilized brawl
wipes life away.

It’s still October.
The glorious hiatus
warms me and then
will rapidly be gone;
a tale re-told.

Kathryn Collins
October 14, 2013





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Winds Of Change

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning

And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...

Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...

Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...

Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?

But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change


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FAREWELL SUMMER

The once crowded beach is now deserted
Not a sandcastle or deckchair is in sight
The golden sands lay pristine 
Blue waves gently lapping the shore

Summer sun sets low in the evening sky
Plum, lilac, pinks and orange hues
Paint the sky like an artists brush
Night falls quickly with a deathly hush

Autumn leaves now crunch under our feet
Painting the pavement with brown and gold tones
The trees stripped bare and vulnerable
Skeleton like twigs reveal their naked beauty

The colder nights are drawing in
With a biting chill in the autumn air
Snuggled up in our winter coats
Hats scarves and gloves our constant friends

08~29~14
Contest: Summer’s End
Sponsored by Kelly Deschler


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Why The Sun Works to Rule

At 10 A.M on Friday 13th July The Sun emerged from a cloud. After five minutes shining bright thought, 'Sod this, I'm going back to bed. right now' The Weather King called up Rain But only got an answer phone. Thor the God of thunder, was sick in bed. An accident with a hammer it was thought. Try as he might, the Weather King Could not find someone to replace The stubborn immovable Sun. Who was now working to rule. A better deal was his demand. It was agreed for shorter hours And if Sun was late rising Overcast would cover the time. Longer holidays was also agreed. Fourty-eight to fifty weeks per year. So if you want to see Summer Sun. Don't blink when looking in England, Because he might not be there.


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Summers End

gone are the hot beach days 
lounging back 
sipping a rum and coke 
where romance found a silver spoon 
while the stars above sang your name 
time is running away 
and we go along with it 
no treading softly 
as yellow leaves flutter to the ground 
without a sound 
to meet their parched end 
shadows embrace lovers 
knowing they will never feel the same 
let’s pretend it is not the end 
raise your glasses in the air 
as parties are dying down 
meet the fall of summer with 
cheers  


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The Four Seasons

The Four Seasons

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
Four seasons in a year.
In each season are three months,
I’ll try to make this clear;

Winter is the coldest season,
It’s between fall and spring.
Mother Nature goes to sleep,
It is the coolest thing;

Spring is when flowers bloom,
And tree buds begin to sprout.
Migrating birds fly back home,
Along a familiar route;

Summer is the warmest season,
It’s between Spring and Fall,
Fun in the sun is the reason,
I like summer best of all;

Fall is when the leaves turn colors,
Red, yellow, orange and brown.
As the winter season approaches,
They tumble to the ground; 

Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall,
I like summer best of all!


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Stuck

I'm like a lion
Tryin to be  trained
to behave in a cage, but
I wasnt born to be tame
Full of stress and rage
 Im compressed and chained
Infected with depression
beCause I cant catch a break
Lifes taste is so tart
In pain from my scars
Stained by lame luck
Stuck behind apace car
I strive to write
But all I can type is the space bar
I'm Pervaded with doubt
About to freakout
Quick Someone bail me out
I would sniff my way out
but I got this cyst on my snout
From 6 years of this drought
Im sittin with this could of pout
Stickin to me like jam from a can
like melted candy in your hand
I'M a pantree full of Spam
 A Letter without the stamp
A debtor without a plan
Like chicken on a pan without any Pam,
Damn I'm starting to get pissed
 I got to devise a plan, before I break my fist,
Punching this brick wall, I got the spit but no ball
got the wits with no squall, like a toliet with no stall
 Slippin in a pit fall, Shiz just snow balls
I want to brawl, missed last call
My Stick shift just stalled,
This lawl has no intention at stopin at all
And I'm kicking myself in the balls
like old men walking up and down the halls
so i flop, just like a dust mop
Now i got knots in my food box
The size of king kongs rocks and
Every door has been locked
I try to soar but its all for not


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Upon a Mid Winters Night


 The woods echo with the stillness of a newly- fallen snow.

Moonlight beams glisten upon a frozen lake of deep sapphire hues.

Icicles adorned with a reflective mirrored glow.

Barren trees dressed in delicate icy lace, and feathery flakes of silvery blue, 

white iridescent silk gowns of powdery snow billow and flow,

amid crystal ice teardrops of branch chandeliers escorted on the arm

of the northern wind, dance a minuet to winter’s Hymn 





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Sun Lovers

       As 
summer dreams 
     dive
  into
 certain sorrows 
    of the sun,
A brilliant 
indifference
      burns 
inside 
our season's song.

   Fast fading,
the Sundown of 
a fire wrapped truth
sputters
 into 
endless
 night .
   
  The ebb and flow..........
      the undertow................
there on the ocean's floor,

The ambiance,
the glare,the glance,
of lovers bored with love.

           Like
seashell dreams..........
tossed up beyond the tide
and not retrieved.........
     We leave................

Our ride across
 the summer sky
     is done,
A faint corona clinging
 to your tongue,

  The trappings 
of our joys fade to Fall,

       and

 through it all................
                             the Sun.




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At the park with my kite

A zephyr rustles the edges of my kite
A vivid sail aloft against the clouds
My thoughts, blue sky and a spring breeze
A gust and I am taken away, breathless


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Fall

Brown and gold
Waft and grow
Your grandpa is old, 
With a cane,
And football and snow.


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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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HERE TODAY GONE TOMORROW

HERE TODAY GONE TOMORROW

Here today    gone tomorrow
Thanksgiving and Christmas Day
We forget    I hate to say

Colors – uplifting music
The great festival of friends
Hosannas     joy without end

Chapel bells on Christmas Eve
Yearly drive to see the lights
Giant tree    oh what a sight!

Amazing special passions
Filled with hope and constancy
Resolutions    don’t you see

Quite a metamorphosis
Amnesia like a shroud
Head in light above gray clouds

Five great weeks of fantasy
A magic spell to be sure
Past new year    though    all’s a blur

Bloody Earth with many wars
World full of empty feelings
D.C. lies    shady dealings

Lest we forget peaceful days
The season’s magic feeling
I’ve a wish    am appealing

Caught up in reality -
Near forgot those hours of bliss -
Take the time to reminisce


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The Situation

The lovely fog
roared through the rain forest.

Smearing blind velvet eyes
in the tropical season.

Bliss crust showering 
the ungraceful carpet of decaying leaves.

Animals scattered 
W I L D
like cions in a purse.

Evil prowling 
through the terrified animals. 

Domination felt
through the large kings
of the jungle.

Middle class mammals meander about
their senses heightened for murderous creatures
that stalk on the dark forest floor.




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Trickle

Lying still
Windswept
Held fast by the grime of years
The view never changes
Slowly you give to the wind and as the mountain of dirt succumbs
you drift without direction then stumble upon a friend
with minds alike you join forces to escape this filthy prison
running down, down ever faster with each new friend
at last to drip from the cill






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Deep Valley

Oh, the deep valley of the heart
Holding the secrets of the past
The longing in the present
The hope in the future uncharted.

Layers of mud and rock slides
Over seasons long past
Have buried many tears and treasures
Throughout the history of its life.

But they have made the valley
Even richer and more beautiful
The river running across its spread
Continues to feed it abundantly.

As the sun glides over the valley
The river sparkles in excitement
Birds chirp and butterflies flutter
For spring has arrived finally.

The orange poppies happily wave
In the gentle breeze sweeping tall grass
Lilacs upon trees their scent so sweet
White lilies bowing their heads in grace.

The slopes dressed in evergreens
Allowing some rest from the sun’s rays
Offering shadows changing in shape
As the days move to their eve.

No one knew or could notice
All the turmoil underneath
That had accumulated over years
Through all seasons and their caprices.

At last peaceful is the valley
For you have come to me
Tears of joy I cry for this gift
So long awaited and I am free.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 2007


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Spring's arrival

 Silently,  as we await Spring's arrival
We imagine butterflies and bumblebees aloft
Frolicking  around flowers and floating in breeze
Enchanted forest animals  charm  and  tease
And birds  alluring   melodies in trees

 And we are carried away to a place of beauty
every color is green  and  vibrant
And sunbeams  of gold illuminate trees
 Oh Skies of blue, and life anew
Give us hope,  our  joy ensues

What a joy a season  entails
When all cold and snow eventually disappear 
And  we applaud gratefully  each Spring's arrival


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The Fall of Summer

Yesterday she  left , warm and sunny ,all  pleasant and funny
Spend some time with me she said, for soon I will leave
I lingered many months,  my season ends , I will come again so don’t bereave 
 Gone are the long summer evenings full of crickets ,cicadas and fireflies flickering light,
 Blinking their secret codes, mysterious and magic , in plain sight 
  Marking time with the pale yellow moon passing thru starry fields of dark summer nights
 Fall sweeps in, proclaiming loud and clear, the death of summer is now so near
The  seeds run full nourishing the land , acorns dropping ,and everything ripens,
 Soon the trees will change their skin and like magic a new life appears
From vibrant  green to orange, red and yellow 
 Long slow and rolling , dark green and pale ,the waves  tamed and mellow, carry their lament 
Carrying a sharp edge the cold ,damp wind brings sudden intent
 Grey banks of clouds, long and low  stretch to the horizon with  their rainy content
Soon Jackets and jeans ,sweatshirts and sleeves will take their rightful place ,
 Layer upon layer will I make of bare legs and chests that were openly seen
The  deserted beaches , falling  skies, pale and pink, all proclaim the long rest is now at hand
Painted pumpkins all in a row dot the land with orange and black
Mister owl haunts the night in his  favorite wood on wing and nightcap
While  lingering over bare earth and frosted fields of yellow corn  and golden ripe wheat
 Couples and  lonely people  ,walking silently, hand in hand, hurry back to their retreat 
And  sailboats huddle close together on dry land almost within  reach and wistfully watch  the sea
 And  I will sit near a warm glowing  fire, book in one hand, sipping hot cocoa or  tea


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September's Muse

                Slowly and gently fall unfurls its golden splendor
                  
                        The flowering glory of summer fades away

          The September breezes whisper goodbye to warmer sunny days

           Fog hangs deep in the valleys laden with the breath of frost 
       
         Bounteous fields bathed in molten gold, gleam in pale sunlight beams

            The land is etched with touches of autumns crimson blush

          Each tender falling leaf is but a tear shed by September’s muse  

               A kaleidoscope of color her tear stained ode to summer’s end



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Love Will Out

In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky? 
My Oh My… Yes, it’s so very nice and warm.
The trees are blooming and it warms my heart.
Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around…
Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there’s been…
I’ll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn.
Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow…
Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere… 
When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door…
I’ll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore…
Yes, I’ll show him my heart… As he walks in… 
I’m sure… On Valentine’s Day our hearts will soar, again…

Happy Valentine’s Day to All and your Loves…


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'crimson and cream'

crimson and cream is the scene you will see at an oklahoma sooners football game.
crimson and cream are the colors of the oklahoma football team.
crimson and cream are the inspiration of the sooner schooner.
crimson and cream are seen all over the ou campus all year long.
crimson and cream are the colors you will msee on an oklahoma sooner fan.
crimson and cream thats what its all about  for me, im an oklahoma sooner fan born and bred...........


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Spring in the City

As winter dances it's final dance
white snow begins to melt 
The fire of spring begins to blaze 
Trees - long dormant 
Now have little buds on their branches 
From the cold earth plants begin to rise 
break through the frigid soil 
Squirrels scurry into city parks 
The population of the city grows hopeful 
Spring brings joy with it 
Mother Nature will have is say - here in the asphalt homeland


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Hidden Treasures

Dawn paints the clouds with
Hazy washes bright with
Diamond dew.
Winter sadness melting
In the fledgling sunlight.

Spring crocus reflecting
Saffron, pearl and purple
Jewels sparkling
In the swirling silver
Threads of misty morning.

Snowdrops capped in valour
Bravely rise through strands of
Emerald moss
Bluebells drape the woodland
Floor with lapis splendour.

Daffodils alight with
Gold and citrine blazing.
Nature’s promise
Cherry blossom floating
On the quickening breeze.

Hidden treasures waking
To the warmth of springtime.
Feel the heartbeat
Rhythm pulsing with the
Sense of life emerging.


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Spring Run-off

Fast flowing rivers in spring
Diverting, shooting around rocks
Eroding banks along the shore line
Water moves, furious and icy cold
Rushing along at a hurried pace
Budding trees, cling to surrounding banks
Once barren, new life has sprung
New sprinkling of color amongst shades of green
Regrowth, regeneration, a new season arrives.


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Dead Bodies and Pretty Flowers

In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling,
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.


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Sow in the spring, reap in the autumn

Grass is green, flowers bloom, bees are buzzing
The sunshine gleams so bright, warm and golden
The sky is blue and clear, almost here is the spring.

Here is jolly March wind playing jokes with fun 
Turning umbrellas inside out, fragrant fresh air
Whispering in each ear to wake up seeds soon.

Never mind March! You are not bad, or in anger
You are only blowing the winter away for April
It is the rainbow month of spring time shower.

Lots of pretty flowers bright with lilacs and daffodil
The shining roofs, summer in light, winter in shades 
The little clouds go by with the windy warm April.

Oh, happy sounds of May! Hum of the buzzing bees
The song of gentle breeze, chirping of birds younger
The days are warm, by the evening fresh air cools. 
 
Spring- the taste of prosperity, of adversity in winter,
The twig bare in winter, in spring green with glitters
Spring is recognized not by men but by plants sooner.
 
Month of May comes, makes to blossom all lusty hearts
Like herbs and trees do to bring the fruit and flourish
Boost lambs and lovers to spring and flourish in lusty deeds.

                            +++
August 22, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Season's bliss by Regina


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Hello Summer

I feel the summer day that slowly Climbs up to my being I hear the music of summer breeze, It makes my heart dancing Hello, summer I wanted to sing Closely at the rainbow sky And embrace the clouds That spring through the air Hello, summer Time has come to see you once again I see the clear blue sky, That invokes me to fly high I feel my spirit rise and Soar like a wind, Birds shall chant in every grove And winds will puff its power from above Hello, summer I shall walk on the fields of meadow And the trees are my shade From the sunlight that you’d give Soon, the fragrance of flowers Will go with my rambling Would you sing together? With the dancing clouds at the sky These forests soon shall dance again The mountains can evenly hear your song And the falling waters shall be sung with you Wide streams adhere listening in their fall But soon the sun with gentle rays Will fall down to the cool ocean Where his voyage ends Hello summer, I will see you again Written By : Cheryl Aldea Summer Contest - ( Debbie Guzzie)


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The Journey

Nineteen eighty six, seventeen years of age this lost young child ?
Standing amid the shadows afore an empty looking glass; in silhouettes
Dawn these streams and light through a lonely window; silence, silver blade
Razors edge piercing their flesh tears; blood trickling then pouring from the corners..
Hopeless wishing begging tortured eyes; a season in somber this beginning as, reasons.


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I don't want to leave my HOME - 2

I breathe the beginning of new life in the spring
I feel the gentle gift of life giving rain
I see the newborn Fawn standing on her own
I plant the seeds of my hunger, hues of Flowers, easy on the Eyes
 
The warmth of the Summer Sun, heats my heart and Soul
The soft summer rain splashes in the Gardens
The vegetables grow while Flowers rainbow the scenery
The gentle wind whispers with the melody of the songbirds
 
As the Hues of the leaves sparkle along the Landscape
As fall's sunsets rainbow the colorful sights below
As the Northwind slowly begins to show it's rage
As nature's creatures scurry to fill for winter's wrath
 
When the winter wind begins to howl barren trees stand tall
When the angery snow defiles Mother Nature's Beauty 
When the Ice shimmers upon the frozen lakes
When I look  I see the beauty of my life, my Home


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September Air

September
The month of my grandmother’s birth
The birth of the cool breeze
Flowing through the changing leaves
Where the leaves wave
Waving to the animals changing
Changing their behavior to the weather
Where weather turns bitter
So bitterly cold, just up ahead
The beginning of autumn
Is now at hand, leading towards winter
Secure your dwelling
Both human and beast
For September air is everywhere

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Brian Strand's September contest


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Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


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Lil' Spring flowers

And along came the lil’ Spring flowers,
in there amongst the springing grass

Distended visions before me,
as if I were not there

In the garden
yesss
the flowers did belong,
and I at the distance
yesss
where I did fit in

I felt the soft heat
and 
that scream;

“it’s Spring !”
  


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Autumn Reverie

Fall has come 
   and with it the march of the NY Giants 
Dangerous game!
    But the players do it 
for the glory (and the not inconsequential financial rewards)
I will watch the game Sunday 
   on TV
    I have good friends that 
don't like the game 
   But I get thrilled when 
the NY Giants win 
  My uncle met Tiki Barber(of the Giants)
I remember going to an 
   Orthodox shul 
I went to as a youth 
           Someone said "What's the score?" with a smile 
Autumn has arrived


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How would you write it

Jesus

the beautiful
girl 
Christ child

spitting image of mama mary
(do images really spit?)

pretty, smart, kind
expected of, more than most
measured more than the rest

red and green
colors of season reason
how about purple goddess gold

and three wise women 
riding jackass chauvinist pigs
side saddle, not, and wearing long pants 

bearing gifts of
peace, love and conscience
sweeping war dominant victory-overs away

under the tree of life
wicker baskets full of enough
for everyone sharings and how are you

really(s)

like it matters
every day lines on faces
drawn by demands disappearing

with the star
as everyone is
born to be

children of the lessor god
developmentally disabled
teachers

mother, daughter and holy ghostess
have a world
to bonnet with perfection

tug at 
popcorn string
diaper change

crucified 
for plattered heads
by tears

I should think so

sometimes thinking hurts
and probably should more often

stir thoughts - the gift you give

expect nothing less
 speaks the christ child 
   than to be that which is you

die for it and be complete

fair?


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Autumn's Blush

It's October now;
the air seems somewhat cooler
than my thoughts, yet, I can feel
the warmth in the breeze as it kisses
the trees.
They're turning slightly red
as I did, and am now, in remembering
when our lips first met.

It won't be long now
till they undress;
all good things fall
naked beneath covers of white.
Soon they'll reach out in anticipation
and feel the first few flakes of innocence
covering them deep within layers of thought.

They'll be less red then,
and more at ease in their nakedness
as they breathe deeper.

The wind's changing pitch again,
it's rising high in the hills,
falling low through the valley below.
I can feel it shifting with my thoughts
as I pull back the layers of my own mind.
It's no longer cool, this air, but rather warm
as it mingles your scent with memory, this day.

It's October, yet, I wonder,
will I too fall naked
and less red before autumn's passing?

The wind is calm right now,
it's pausing, but it's still October
and the trees are still slightly red
although I, I am more autumn-like
than they, in my remembering.


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Into Winterberry Ash

Caught upon an evening Pass the arms on edge Of rocking chair trails reeling Sipping away into fairy tale Wild off, cool life teas Melting ice, and lemon veranda breeze By and by bloomers chase In and out, of innocent days To the last of Indian summer And brittle beneath awakes Crying boards that ever creak As all familiar remembers A voice bone deep, is missed Rattles toward the center And out pass the winds and placid lake September “Oh, dear Evelyn” our dreams Hung under wind chime tingles Trace love amid soft autumns twinkle No longer songbird melodies braid In early morning after children Now shadow, in the splashes of sunning place Timepiece is now the empty grass Once with, now without you As I end a road that leads nearer to your path And sooner wither folds Under snow, bird angels holding hands High into winterberry ash


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As lightning strikes the Joshua Tree

When lightning strikes the Joshua tree
The air is frightfully clear.
The children quiet their 
Jacks and Jump ropes
As the suburbia settles it's ears.
An ivy beneath a sycamore tree 
Watching a fire with envy.

It wonders,
How on nature's rich, ripe earth
Is there a power
So quick to devour
The beauty and grace of a Joshua tree.
Why is it the branches crumble so
When Ivy's destruction is subtle and slow.
Why do fires spawn sputtered cries
When an English Ivy lays easy on the eyes.

A Mexican woman pours tears to the land.
She cries for the homeless
And weeps for the sand.
She mutters one word that no one will hear
She pleads that you feel it 
Without dwindling fear.

When finally sleep comes
The children then stir
As they dream of a fire too bold to endure.
The woman will weep
As the fires grow.
She cries for the Joshua trees,
It's roots and it's leaves,
With a few tears for you,
And a couple for me.


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Pumpkins

Baby.
You are so simple. September. You can fit in my tiny hands. 
Green and yellow decorate. White streaks. Tiny bugs.
You are a child like myself, but one day you will grow and die.
And I will forever be here, nothing but a child.
You are humble, and quite. Tough. Thick skin on the infant.
Many mistake you for ugly. I know you are joyful, my pumpkin. 

Pumpkin Patch.
First grade.
October.
Cold. Crisp. Clear.
Vivid. Orange, ocher yellow. Dirty dirt as far as the eye can see. 
Purple blue and grey stain the skies with awkward mountains. 
Plump, pure. This is a right of passage. An awakening of autumn.
Dry brittle and broken the hay lays flat. 

Jackolantern.
Black dark through the window. This is night. 
Laughing with knifes. One two three four. Yellow and red spots so small make this orange. 
Draw. This is easy. This is fun. I am young. 
Pale innards cover the kitchen. Cover our hands. This is family.
Black triangles. Ridged teeth. Fic the bic and there’s the light. 
It is late. The dead dog whines. Those trees sway. 
Dream of funny faces and sweet pie. Hot wax drips onto the porch.


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Sunday's Gift Out On The Porch

Nip in the air speaks loudly
Seek a warmer place in the sun
Sun slowly speaks with a southern drawl
Her lavender dress creeping behind 
Trailing a beautiful skirt on morn's horizon
Max, Maximilian Sunflower almost outsparkles the early sun
The sun that slowly glows orange through the Leland Cyrpress and woodsy trees
Whitey waits huddled against the corner post cold needing Sun to hurry along so she can 
climb onto the roof enjoying the radiant heat
Nip wants to send me away so that warmth will penetrate aching bones
Desiring to visit with the weak crowing rooster's song for just a moment longer
Those moments that are swiftly passing now as the sun's radiant golden light comes higher
with sun loosing her gown of lavender
Becoming naked before the earth for their joining of spirits to reciprocate love for each other
Thanks to God for the day and for the life and beauty to enjoy once more!


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Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  


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Jars

Stored upon old dusty shelves In the bosom of our home Waits the bounty of last season Summers yield from fertile earth During barren months sustain


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Holiday

Two of four seasons to me are all the rage 
Winter and fall turn the season’s page 
From multiple colors 
To pristine white snow 
The end of the year 
Brings holidays flow 
For family’s gathered to share bountiful feast 
To the inviting glow 
Of a warm Christmas wreath
This is a time that I love the most 
With family, love and kinship 
I share this toast… 

Happy Holiday!


Eric (and sometimes not)


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Autumn Calls


Autumn Calls

Autumn calls...
when suddenly the leaves fall.

Autumn calls...
when the colors are amber, orange and red,
and the sound of a child's laughter
dance in my head.

Autumn calls...
when the air feels so crisp and clean,
and I feel so serene.

Autumn calls...
when you wrap your arms around me,
and you keep me safe from harm.

Autumn calls...
I'm SO in love with you!!
And that is the most beautiful call of all.


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The Passing of Summer

Do you feel the breath of autumn upon your neck?
The smell of damp leaves in the predawn gloom

A pallid sun rises without warmth
Too far away, too far away

So soon the time for rest is upon us
Leaves flame red and orange on the branch in timely tribute

The queen of summer has played her last song
And in requiem we lament her passing




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Changing Colors



Colors of beauty that I love to see
From a distance you can look at me
Surrounded by falling leaves at the roadside
Full of happiness in my heart that I want to glide

Trees everywhere changing its colors
Mostly orange, red, and pink that I adore
Each breath of air show us its autumn day
Let celebrate outside by walking happily

Feels the coolness of the clear water at the lake
I sit on the bench and listen to the sound of leaves
A place to stay, I feel like I’m living in a dream world
Even fairies appreciate this breathtaking view to behold

Trees form like a crown at the palace in the East
Bridge look like red carpet as I walk in the forest
Smiling to the great blessing that God gave us
Autumn, a season of mist and mellow fruitfulness



October 26, 2012
PD's Second Change Poem Contest
7th Place Winner



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Gardening

I have a dream of.....

Meandering paths and water lillies
Topiary hedges and mazes of green
Splashes of color across the lawn
Succulent fruits all for the picking

Bleeding hearts, buttercups
Elephant ears, paperwhites
Canna, easter, and daylillies
Caladiums and flowering grasses

Perfect meter, perfect rhyme
Balanced into beautiful blossoms
Ressurection of perrenials
Springtime treasures and autumns follies


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A Storm's Wrath

A Storm's Wrath 

thunder from dark, dark skies once were they brilliant blue
 swirling are the leaves that mighty wind has now thrown
buckets of cold hard rain the starved earth does quench
 as gliding winged eagles do fly among the darkened clouds
strong waves of storm's might pushing them soaring all about
 as lightning strikes objects resting tall upon sodden ground
life marvels at Nature's massive stormy blasts and loud show
 hiding now are the creatures that earlier were out to play
spiteful wind rips the trees that stand defiantly in it's way
 floods fill the deep burrows where so many wild critters hide
with no fear of Nature's wrath and it's dark, stormy wet ride
 time stops Nature's wrath slowly gliding along it's endless path...

Robert L. 05-13-2014


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A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


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Only For You--

O' the poetic quilt within my mind
of words I choose in life divine
could I ever bring a tear to you
the dreamer with eyes that only stare
could it be a simple beauty in each
as rivers run with endless grace
or simply put, as winds blow careless 
through fields of love to touch your face
I'll find that moment that precious space
of colors' that flow in soulful place
to hold your heart to mend your soul
to expose a new love where two shall grow...



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FAREWELL TO SUMMER'S MIST



FAREWELL TO SUMMER’S MIST ~``````~~~````~``~`~ Gone are the wavelets under the hedges Laundering urgent whispers of summer’s end Down on the shores the ripples grow cold Buoyant as fresh winds throttling on the beach Wayfarer’s paths curdle through rafters Peaches lay scattered fluid in the bushes Mauve and teal tulips, oak trees and ferns Sprinkling shells’ husks like ebb’s broken glass Cruising the zip line with a stream below Swords of leaves sail with the tide Wet rocks moistened with dew rent a place Summer’s lungs exhale drops of farewell Though twilight comes with a curtain foil Rivers seem to drip as the fading sun bleeds A late hummingbird swims from a branch While mute rain falls misty, quiet as tears.
© all rights reserved 2011


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SPRING NOT YET

SPRING NOT YET

Not quite yet
Winds humming steady    even
Yet blowing in minor mode

The cloud layer vast    high
Relentless    with no whisper of blue

Over coffee my window view
Offers a shiver    but no temptation

I sense (with fancied feet) 
An Earth just beginning to squish
Yet with forbidding firmness beneath

Torn by nature’s shredder
Lay scraps of all variety    poking heads

There is no hint nor harbinger of gayety
In a scene with absent southern touch

Even Tiger – my puss – is reluctant 
To venture out

Spring?

I can only    close-eyed    visualize


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Spirit of the wind

Echo I hear its calling in the air
A field of golden rod fluttering in the autumn breeze 
A worn straw-hat on a weathered deck chair 
An old man’s garden and a harvest that appeased 
Oh hello to today filled with change goodbye to summer 
Your ruined green pastures have been pickled to a bronze
Such a pretty demise for something so free 
Changing trails with sunken stones 
Who knows how many tomorrow are left to see 
Where tan colored faces will fade its tones 
A color of patchwork of orange peel and crimson foliage shower us with its surrender 
A memory of messy faces with ice-cream cones 
So for now we weep the joyous painted colors you muster
A joy to the mind’s eye 
A stream of cranberry red bushes a wonder luster 
And he smiles waiting with his basket of pride and his summer-like complexion
His eyes filled with hope and dinner time anticipation 
A dying leave passes his face right in his walking direction 
No worries just a joy he has for his outdoor affections 




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Begotten Blossoms

The light that loses, the night that wins
And time remembered is grief forgotten
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
and in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins
Algernon Charles Swinburne 

Begotten Blossoms

Depths of darkness, deep
earth, night and Winter-
these are alchemy for Spring
Plain brown,dormant bulbs
bring forth such magic things 

Time and motion turning light
re-cycle joy and grief
And memories as old as time,
are formed from lives so brief 

Our Mother earth 
has tolerance-all things she abides
Over forgotten scars her forests creep;
her shores are washed in healing tides 

Cloud and mist and miracle
bring forth the flowers of spring
snowdrop, asphodel, hyacinths
renewing every dream 

A sweet millenium of Springs 
like clockwork cycle round
And so, we watch for them to come,
blossom by blossom .

Suzanne Delaney


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So The Summer Stayed All Winter

So the summertime stayed all winter, 
And Amy was washing ponies down.
We were a weary collection of skin touchers.
Though nothing was ever conniving
Or deliberate.
We made haste to make room for laughter…
We sung like crocodiles under the moon.
We only used food stamps, even if we have truckloads of the stuff.
We cried a lot.
Not knowing why and not caring.
We felt like individuals, though we knew nothing was disconnected.
Every season does what it wants.
And it appears summertime stayed forever.


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THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS

THE CHANGING OF THE SEASONS
When summer ends, autumn begins. The leaves fall from the trees. Such a beautiful sight and done so spiritually. Magical is the change of the seasons into the New Year. I saw a red bird today and enjoyed her chirping. Gathering food, she was on my window ledge. Pillared to be quite successful, her tiny wings went a flight. The red beak is all that was seen as she entered the sky. Absolutely beautiful is when the leaves fall from the trees. Summer has ended with autumn’s inception. I can feel the breeze. ________________________________________| PENNED ON AUGUST 30, 2014!


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Insomnia

At three in the morning, I lie
awake staring out my window. 

Hundreds of fireflies illuminate
the sapphire darkness of night.

Tiny blinking beacons, they 
guide my thoughts outward,

away from the turbulence of
sleeplessness.

I marvel at God's ingenuity
and picture Edison (inspired

by nature) perfecting the first
practical light bulb.

Having not the inner workings
of genius, I drift off to sleep.



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Startled Grasshoppers

A floral blanket of silence
Lies out across the desert

Nothing moves-not air
Nor trees
       Nor blades of grass

The ogre’s breath is held
Suspended, then expelled

Stomping his feet,
Flashing his eyes,
Grumbling, the ogre

Blows
And, grumbling, cries
Fat sheeted tears –

Trees quickly bow
Shaken green heads as
The silent blanket erupts
In oceanic waves
Of startled grasshopper minions


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Inhibition

When passion gathers moss, 
The night hangs sad and silent, 
Then fades with disappointment; 
The will to stir a morning breeze 
Is lost in any season, and love 
Becomes a stone. 


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The Road is a Circle

One road alone under my feet,
no apology could surmount the facts
of the wear and tear of the street
that the Roman fleet
put their spiked tracks
there’s no road that’s less traveled by here
just one that keeps turning right

Time has anchored 
On the covered ground
I stumbled looking up and round
eternal hour-glass of existence
Will be turned again and again 
And you with it

I can say this with a grin
for now and evermore
one road alone under my feet
and I-
I took the road that has made no difference

There is no fork,
just a big fucken circle.


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What Love is All About

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...

Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...


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May flowers

The flowers bloom under the summer skies of may butterflies dance twirling around Date: November 3, 2012 Gogyoka Contest – Joann Grisetti


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Sweeping Leaves in the Wind

There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
It's like a therapy for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic swish of my broom
The breeze blows and the branches bow,
Scattering Nature's confetti.

A tree lives a lifetime every year.
From the youth of Spring through Summer's prime,
To the regal twilight of Autumn,
Reminding us that there is such beauty in old age.

As a child I saw
In my mind's eye, 
The word AUTUMN written
in the russets and ochres of the falling leaves.
Colours so bright, but with an earthiness that grounded,
Enveloping in the warmth of Nature.
Akin to wood smoke and open hearths,
Unlike the flashy pomp of Summer's gaudiness.

Autumn awakens sleeping memories,
Turning my thoughts to the magic of childhood
And how I used to play at being grown up
As, in youthful innocence,
I attempted the futile task
Of sweeping leaves in the wind. 


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Saying Bye to Summer

Well here it is again; it's been long awaited
Feared. Desired. 
Dreamt of. Ignored. 
Highly Anticipated.

The summer is done and fall has begun
Despite our beseeching tears
That pitter, patter, 
Wet the ground
And soak into our fears.

But really, babe; just suck it up,
'Cause summer's end is here.
Say "bye-bye" and "bon voyage"
To memories held dear;

Between now and Christmas, kid,
Be glad for all the things you did,
Because you won't get to do
Those things no more.

Your soul is sold out for the fall
To school, to jobs
And that's not all:
You've got family and friends
To check into.

So take a bit to catch your breath
And think of what your summer meant to you.

Date: 9/9/13


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I Am Autumn

I creep behind the sunny meadows
Whirling my flaming gown
I spin the lace of mist and dew
   Of frost and crystal ice
   I shake hands with the poppies
They wilt at the sight of my glare
I sentence death to the fields of green
Spilling red and yellow on the trees
I dip my finger in the snoozing lakes
Freezing their lazy countenance
I poke the bears into their dens
And call out the snow owls
I splatter the scent of cold and rain
And shower sleet from the clouds
I twirl my hair and hear the wolves
Howl their starving cry
I gaze at the span of winnowing wind
Who is seeking me?
Who has seen me?
Nobody will stop me
For I will continue to weave
The blanket of frigid death


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OCTOBER

OCTOBER

The gull senses it
Just his usual cry, yet something portends
Something come alive
A relaxed, quiet intensity
Strange, like a trembling, single leaf, or
A dozen late, pink roses – one white rose

Laying out, watching the sky
The grass – damp chill against the bones
October’s sensation?  Well, not love exactly.
Thrill describes it

Distant roar of the stadium crowd
Footballs in the air
Spiraling, - spiraling to nowhere
The roar – now it becomes you
You become it
The visible, the invisible action of it all





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fleeting things

Fleeting things are like leaves in autumn
Spiraling in the uncertain breeze
Then to be gathered and burnt

© Brenda V Northeast         Jan. 5th 2012


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Cozy Summer Afternoon

Sitting outside under shade tree,

on a cozy summer afternoon,

while Brandy my sweet dog

lies next to me cooling off

in the dirt.  Our summers spent together

has been an enjoyment that has brought

many memories.  I can see that she is thinking

about better days, when our dog Murphy

would be next to her, this is our second summer

without him, but the two of us are getting along, because

we still have each other to lean on, so we will just enjoy

this cozy summer afternoon as long as we can.

Written 7-27-11


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Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


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My Kentucky in Spring

Gently sloping emerald hills, 
Old, gray fences brightened by daffodils,
Majestic trees ready to burst into bloom,
Strangers smiling and waving at me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Gleaming horses peacefully grazing
Behind white fences,
Old, leaning barns speaking of tobbacco and history,
Spring peepers voicing joy by the pond,
Young groundhogs nibbling on new growth,
That’s my Kentucky.

Forsythia blooming against an old log cabin,
Surrounded by ancient maples in red spring splendor,
And  the weathered schoolhouse nearby, 
boardered by a split rail fence covered in ivy.
That’s my Kentucky.

The quietly rolling Ohio river carries coal 
away from these hills in barges,
While a bald eagle turns wide circles above,
Soaring on air curents invisible to me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Along the creek watercress and forget-me-nots are flourishing,
A blue heron stands statue-still on the glittering water’s egdge.
The ancient mill is nestled between the wooded hills,
 where the sparkling creek works the creaky wheel.
That’s my Kentucky

Softly swaying cedar trees line roads like tin soldiers,
Decked in fresh, spring green coats,
And underneath velvety violets and glorious bright dandelions
 celebrate their life with happy  faces.
That’s my Kentucky.




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Autumn Breathes Hope

Wrapped in her ethereal, misty cloak
Awakening senses to poignant changes
As crisp winds brush away last summer’s dust
Soft sunrays filter through sparse golden-hued leaves   

Wrapped in her ethereal misty cloak
Blindly, I find my way through thick, dank fog
And while lost in the maze, sometimes I lose my cool
When I taste the bitter edge of what could have been

Wrapped in her ethereal misty cloak
Autumn breathes hope for the weary of heart
To smile in the face of cynicism means I’m alive
With a spirit to grow and a heart that is open and deep 
~*~


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South Carolina Sun

Palm trees fingers stretch in the sweltering breeze,
bending over graciously,
It shelters Mr. Bluejays retreat,
Above, clouding blue skies prepare to shower,
No movement in this afternoon sauna,
Life must wait for  South Carolina sun to settle.


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With a whisper

in the tall summer grass
sun burnt earth smell
sisters run about
but I am hidden and still
they cannot see me.
softly I pat the dog
her head on the ground
in the game
she knows to be still be her tail tip
twitches
she's ready to spring
with a whisper.


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Dreams of Summer

Navy blue bucolic blinds
Sneakers on the front porch
Songs never heard
Place to lay your head
When summer comes to pass
Didn’t know you cared
About why I cared
Dreams in drawers
Tucked away and folded
So square
Crease down the middle
Wrinkles on a sleeve
Pressed to young to answer
Loves lost and in between
Sand between our toes
Schlitz beer, oh so warm
Tumble on the beach
Umbrella in the sand
Crabs and muscles boil
Till Dad calls us in
Mom is on the phone
Johnny’s back from college
Dreams of summer
I remember them so well
In this cold dark temple
I was left to dwell
But I will come home
And be free
When the case worker
Lets it be.


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When Snow fell on Waikiki


Sunshine turned to cold sleet
Palm trees froze in place
Tourists walked down white streets.
to shop for hats and boots

Beach boys left the beaches;
 Surfboards were turned to sleds.
Rather than surfing waves
they slid down Diamond Head.

No more graceful hula;
grass skirts became passé.
Dressed in lederhosen,
slap-polka was the rage.

Don Ho found a new song
to thrill his many fans
 ‘Tiny toddies,’ every-
one, makes us all feel warm.


Suzanne Delaney


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Spring is here

Amazed to see
how the spring breeze
rejuvenates everything....
Life flourishes out of dead...
Fills me with enthusiasm
and gives me too 
a new lease of life.....
Out of the yellow
the green appears...
Out of the desolation
the flowers bloom....
With the melting snow
life seeps into the ground...
Spring is in the air!!!
Spring is here!!!
Hope against hope
I hope that spring
comes to dead hearts too...
Out of the hatred
love appears
Out of the desperation 
Hope prevails
From the melting hearts
our soul flourishes
So that we can say
Spring is in our hearts
Spring is in the air!!!
Spring is here!!!


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The First Fall Night Wind Brings Voices

The north woods forest
Brings voices with the first cold
Fall wind

Swirling chants, a pitch above the
Crisp wind, fill my ears

With Native American chants

I listen closely
Warnings best heeded
Of what's ahead

Drumming in the background
High-pitched shouts mixed

With victory chants

My spidey sense is on full

Alert

Strength fills my limbs

My boomerang sack is near
The door, must remember to bring my
Bullroarers

Thanking the wind before I throw
Tomorrow

Trusted old 'rangs
From makers long dead

Call out to me "I'm ready, old friend"

My left arm remembers
How to throw

My favorite booms remember
How to fly

They like fall

In

Minnesota



09/13/13
© All Rights Reserved












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September

The spiders know before we do,
Cozy
Expanding black clouds
On the edge of a meal
In the corner of my bedroom

The last of the flies circulate
Wall, wall, window, wall
It is just a matter of time

Meanwhile the girls and I
Find benches in the last scrap of brassy sunlight
Furiously rub the upright hairs from our arms
And fight the gails
Blowing our skirts like sails.


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The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


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tomorrow is october for me too

I put you in a sacred cup.
Like a child, I whine,
And cry,
For you.
Not old enough to drink:
To see into the eyes of a woman,
Grown, with pain.
What she tells me I cannot understand.



But I can understand well enough.
I am as young in pain as the child
They will not take to drink;
A pain as fresh, as the dead leaves each year,
After a glorious summer seen from the inside out.
Yes, from inside.  



Because, I am the summer,
The sea;
The autumn, and its goblin's veil;
I am winter's cozy nook;
And springtime's drip Of Saviour's blood.



I am the child that lies within—
That even memories can't save
From the crooked spine
Of your blindness' path.
And you won't come to play with me.


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Sweet Summer Goodbye

Summer is leaving, 
waving her hand.
Along with a sweet smile 
of the clouds that passed by.
My heart is singing in a tune,
of Sweet summer goodbye.

Hold my hand, we will walk
over the fields of meadow,
On where the green leaves of May
are fallen one by one.
To fill the air with their 
glorious color.

Looking at the sky once again
and inhale the summer breeze
for one last time,
hold my hand squeeze it tighter
let us dance under the sun,
draw out your arms, breathe
the sunlight, shining
on a flowing water.
Her golden rays will soon be faded.

Sweet summer goodbye,
a beautiful rhyme
I feel here in my heart.
Like a touch of a rose,
A kiss of summer goodbye,
In one day afternoon and
It will end so soon. 

One more time, one more moment
To face another day with you,
Sweet summer goodbye,
A melodious song, 
that I ‘am singing
Like a voice of angels, 
I can hear deep in my soul


-------------------------
Cheryl Aldea 

frank herrera	
'A SUMMER MEMORY' - cONTEST


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Ruby Leaves

Crimson leaves, like rubies,
glisten with dew
in morning sunlight

A sea of red, expanding daily,
buffers the steps of early risers…
sneakers quickly wet 
from daily daybreak runs
Stretching out the clocks
agendas to meet
no time for fun

A strolling elder couple
enjoying the richness of the scene
realizing quickly that the view
beckons more than lingered pause
and wonders in amazement
how one ignores it
without due cause 

Gifted jewels appreciated
by wiser eyes in evenings stage
harvest autumn sights 
with seasoned delightful awe…
and like a child, 
garnering anew
the glorious wonder of it all 

Crimson leaves, like rubies,
last only for a season
quickening joy in later years

©Debra Squyres 2013  


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Spring Rain

The air is thick and sweet
with the promise of spring rain,
and a slight breeze nips at a 
lock of my hair, 
coaxing it out of its neat bun.
The cool prickle of raindrops 
on my skin is familiar,
and I watch as the droplets
on my arm get caught in a maze
of hair follicles before slipping
off toward the ground
beneath me.


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Of Atmosphere and Sound

They are cast in the shadows of thick,
grey clouds beneath sheets of
drizzling rain-sounds.  Tiny fingers 
are tapping on reverberant walls
when at once, he puts a record on of 
lonely pianos playing.  

Brewing dark liquids, they contemplate...

Yet coffee is not the only brew.  There is 
also a melting pot of atmosphere and sound,
sparking great and heavy ideas, causing him
to ponder life and death and all that does

and does not matter.

A steam rises from the rim of his cup, 
where heat kissed the harvest air, as 
a minor chord then rises in time
with this click of a droplet's rhythm.  
He blinks, finding then that he is 
alone, and lost in that flow

of song and spirit and sound.


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Autumn Morning

The chill of an autumn morning
Rising steam as the fallen leaves exhale
The lonesome trees have given up their glory
A carpet of red, yellow, orange, and brown

An overcast sky with no definition
Is but a blur
Movement indiscernible 
There is wisdom in the sky, revealed to a few

The smoke of the day’s first fire ascends
Wafting its familiar fall fragrances 
Brings warmth and comfort to the soul
And campsite memories of long ago

We pass the bleak and barren cornfield
Stippled with autumn’s harbingers
The Raven
They stare with the blackest of black eyes


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AWAITING SPRING

Spring, with its blooms and green
Left me with yellowing leaves.
Once lush with green gaiety,
Alas! Now sheds my golden tears.

Left me  a promise when it went
That it'll come back
Days passed,I grew old and weary
With no leaves to ornament I lost charm.

Hours seemed days,days were years,
But firm in belief I stood all time's tests.
And then one day,it came
Embraced me and I blossomed!

Nature answers all longings,
No waiting goes in vain
With faith it be nourished.
And lo! A spring follows every winter!


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A LOVELIER AND CALMER PLANET

I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars
that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming;
and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering
two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots.


I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed
beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries;
dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity... 
showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds.


Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn,
and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens.
I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn;  
and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours!


I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me,
believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother
as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. .
I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.






 





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One Autumn Night

Sky turns red as the sun sets on an Autumn evening
Night comes bringing in a slight chill
I see the ruddy moon leaning over a hedge
Like a red-faced farmer
Crisp fall air sets the night
Changed-color leaves' song roars
Round about are the wistful stars.

                   +++

September 6, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Dr. Ram mehta
Contest: One Autumn Night by P.D.

My Inspiration is picture No.3


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Christmas Eve

This night is different, a night of adventure
This night is quiet, the sky falls in bits
Like stars, but chilly,white and fluffy.
Homes lit up as the hearth lights with enthusiasm

The chimney roars with excitment,this night
Awaiting that special guest of the night
Children stare with anxiety through the frosty glass
Waiting to hear the roof sing, of his arrival

Yet again the night draws near,sleep calls.
As if nature apprehends his wishes
Spirits grow dull and the eyes heavy
We have drank of a spell deeper than hogwarts
Morn comes with new stories yet untold.

We missed him again, like always
But not the gifts he brings along
Such joy and merry they make,in the heart
As they sing those words,''It's christmas''
Making jolly under the tree.


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Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


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MYSTIC SPRING

MYSTIC SPRING

A Methusalean warp,
In-and-out of body time,
When renewal seems to split.

Soul conceives a mystic pair,
One, atop, with fresh tulips
One neath a burial wreath

This dichotomy cries out,
One from cackling, mortal fear
Unknown dimension other

But allow those sunbirds sing
Gather new thy hoary self
And accept this mystic spring 




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I Saw Daddy Knocking Santa Claus

Whoa! Daddy's knocking Santa Claus!

I saw Daddy knocking Santa Claus 
(knocking, knocking Santa Claus)
Just beside the christmas tree last night
He shouldn't came and crept
Daddy knew Mom and him had kissed
Mom's worry for what she did
She prayed Santa not to beep

Then, I saw Daddy carry Santa Claus
(carry, carry Santa Claus)
And get him to his sleigh reindeer ride
Oh, what a trouble that it had been
Thank Mommy she hadn't seen
Daddy knocking Santa Claus last night

(She saw Daddy knockin, knockin, knockin, Santa Claus)
I did, I really did see Daddy knocking Santa Claus.
I'm not gonna tell my Mommy

Then I saw Daddy kissing Mommy now 
(kissing, kissing, kissing Mommy now)
Underneath the mistletoe, just right
Oh, a what a laugh that it has been
When they caught me as I stare
Daddy kissing Mommy hugs her tight

Oh, a what a laugh that it has been
When they caught me as I stare
Daddy kissing Mommy hugs her tight


From the original song
"I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus"


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A Season Unwelcome

Once it was bright and warm
but now wet and dull,
the summer has transformed
into autumn, a season fraught
with chilly winds and changing
colours; first glorious greens but 
then striking reds, oranges and yellows.
Autumn is a season that symbolises
change and the un-noticed challenges
that we all face regardless of
whatever form they take.
Many scorn it for being a season
that many seasonal illnesses 
suddenly arise, like strained
springs suddenly being released
creating a sound that ricochets 
all around, bouncing off every
surface.
But still autumn persists for
it is locked in an eternal cycle
created by Mother Nature herself.
Autumn – a season to be cherished
and welcomed for without autumn
new life cannot form when spring
arrives creating a new blossoming
paradise of colours for the summer 
that follows where the sun will bestow
its very light on very living soul.


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Splay

Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.

I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.

The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face,
while a solitary spider 
dangles from a single silken strand.
.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.


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The dance of butterflies

The butterflies fly into the sky dancing in the sunlight as they breathe the warm summer and inhale the warmth spring of the day. Spread their wings slowly moving, twirling around, That dance along the wind that adds beauty to the flowers that bloom. As they dance over my head and perch on my shoulder, they kiss my hand. Come with me dance with the butterflies as we follow their dance step one, two and three. We will fly, ride on their wings clothed in fragile, like a rainbow that colors around. Written By; Cheryl Aldea Date: April 5, 2012 A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses Contest – Gail Doyle


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Jonquils

It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring


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DEAD WINTER

At my smoke's edge the winter dies
Without any applause from the beautiful ladies
From the audience
The wire did not stand the season.
Let's move to the sunset together
Holding our breath for the coming times
As our prayers are reaching the absolute of immensity,
Mixing like melodies that are trying to stick out among the others.
My sweet December 
Frozen flower of an era unknown!
I will dance your death song
Naked and rescued perhaps
I will carve your circle to the centuries coming.
Let's move to the sunset together
Like two children of freedom
And even if no more days are coming for us
We will always remember their light.
In front of my window's glass the winter is leaving its last breath
And I draw circles of snow
Upon its hot breath.
Don't be afraid my sweet prince
Destiny's hands are empty and you will face the unexpected,
Along with the light that you've missed.
Don't be afraid,
Let me 
Come with you until the end of the cliff
To watch the stars rebel.
Come on, let's run to the sunset together.


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If I Could Talk To God Today

If I could talk to God today
Humble praise and thanks I would give
For all the blessings I have received
None of which do I deserve 
For any good I may have done
Was by grace through His son

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Lord, when I was a little child
Why was I so painfully shy?
Whenever strangers were around
I would always run and hide
Reading and daydreaming all the while

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Lord why does evil continue to exist?
I was only seven, abused and blindly robbed
I was lucky, my life not brutally snuffed!
To perverts this is just a game 
So many die while others bear lingering shame

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
Forgiveness for the foolish years
Opportunities missed to do some good
For the many times I put Him last
For unnecessary fears and wasted tears
The empty years spent ‘living it up’

If I could talk to God today, I would ask
For mercy not just for me
For children like me whose trust betrayed
For all of us who have lost the way
Some day I know there will be peace on earth
When you come to live in hearts and homes

Note:  For Walayee Whitlock' s "My Darkest Childhood Memories" Contest



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Always

Autumn had fallen, in her glory Shades of garnet, topaz and amber We too, had fallen in love together True that feelings can change Just like the seasons do But our hearts are immutable Despite this love being forbidden While autumn holds us in her arms Jewelled colours and thunderstorms Shared across a distance so far But we love under the same stars They say nothing lasts forever We know that our love is everlasting And like the return of every season You are forever the one ~ Karin Bole Tupper The Eclectic Poet 27 May 2012


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Sister

Can you hear me my sweet precious,
for the dream I also see..

~
~

Alice bow in rose petal grandeur
to  leave her stage once again
a sincere pulsing adieu
curtains close
to face life once again

She tumble down brightly lit passage
gathering sticks and stones of muse
to build a great fortress awaiting
so soon life's stage shall prove

If in that moment pulsing
if only a slight shadow reveal
emotes a great revelation
then for her a dream did prove

Carrying out through her kingdom
as time refuse to cease
a wondrous mind creation
of youth she'll always see
 
~
~ 

Can you hear me my sweet precious,
for the dream I also see..

Alice my love, hold forever your days of youth, 
dream always,

your Sister

_______________________________

A Debbie Guzzi Contest


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Autumn days

Rowan berries cluster orange
ripening an August morning.
Tart apples crisp knotted branches,
fallen, scarred fruit 
soften wasp warm soil.

Blackcurrants burst sweet 
bowing from boisterous bushes.
Spent raspberry canes rust
birthing fleshy new shoots,
prickly with prospect.

The rambling red rose laughs
leaping the garden wall,
thorny veins throb puce
under an energetic sun.

A cloudy sea races
beneath the stirring breeze
as trembling trees shudder
the call to Autumn.
Dark shadows bounce
peppering my lawn
I stretch,
brushing off
the creeping dread
of dark days
to come

MMC © 2011


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Oblivion

Do you ever get the feeling
You’re really not alive
Merely privy to oblivion
Conscious of nothing’s why
I can swallow this world of blue
Taste springtime on my tongue
But darkness will seer my eyes 
Bitter tears of a callous sun
I sleep only to wake again
Platitudes passed to pedestrian friends
Holidays are no different than today
Another 24 hours of oblivion
Did yesterday really exist
Matted winter of autumn’s naked bliss
Tragedy and triumph are but a year
Memories buried and seasons revered
Tomorrow will come and go
Nighttime cracked by tepid lights
Summer lusts to speak again
Welcome to oblivion


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A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed by
the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks,
my bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I watch
a beach life unfold.

Bustling mothers 
set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
spilling with  towels
buckets, spades
strewn all around,
a picnic stored 
under an umbrella,
children gathered
skip giddy with glee,
scent of sunscreen 
on lily white limbs.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
chubby faces 
bubbling with desire.
Nimble bodies 
straggle the sand,
wrapped in a world 
of castles and dreams.
They stud  mounds
with pearly shells 
whispering stories
of princes 
and princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tiptoeing warmth
into an icy sea.
Lads
splash and play,
high jumping the waves.
Ball punched into the air,
hands outstretched 
grappling madly,
they plunge
in an explosion 
of salty laughter.

Strolling the tide line,
bare feet on wet sand,
I bask for a moment
beneath a honey sun,
life sparkling
on a diamond afternoon.

MMC © 2011


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SIZE

Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .   
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me 

Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!   
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!

It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . .  amazing things can be achieved. 


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JINGLE BELLS

I can here the sound everywhere I go
The lovely sound of the jingle bells
Reminding us all that the season is here
The season to love and be loved
To show kindness to your fellow being
Where ever I go, I see nothing but happy faces
The faces of people intoxicated by the joy of Christmas
Where ever I look, I see the light blinking
Like shooting stars shining bright and colourful
Jingle bells, jingle bells
Christmas is here, so let it jingle all the way.


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Easter

Easter Easter is ever so beautiful. It was meant to be just so. For as our Lord Jesus rose to glory… The plants do follow in his fold. Springs beauty is likened to heaven… As it was promised in stories of old. And all the tender plants … Show our souls how to unfold. Growing toward the light, an ever present goal… Reminds us in life, what we should be searching for. Spring is like heaven brought down upon this earth To remind us of God’s promise in Jesus… Waiting in our hearts and souls For the Son's light and warmth to bring it forth.
Contest Easter Inspirations: CSEastman


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Dew from Above

Billows of pillows of
clouds high up in the sky.
Stretching across the 
massive paisley blue canvas.

Hovering above the ground
below all laden with dust.
All parched yearning
for moisture from above.

Tendril's of moist drops
suddenly descend below
upon the land washing,
the dust away leaving
the ground refreshed.

So is the land cared for,
another day by the
mighty hand of God.


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the rape of summer

we rape summer,
then wonder why she bleeds into winter
(skipping fall)
we were hungover through her serial morning glories,
ignored the sun as if it were a filthy yellow ball in a childless gutter,
we walked by her stream of flowers
(ripples of indian paintbrush and violets),
tangled toilet paper cities in the currents.. 
trapped ourselves in sunscreen, stripmalls,
bad poetry

we raped summer,
left it crying at the church
diamond and lace put to a spinster blaze
a pair of blue blanks staring 
at the ripeness of our selfishness

now we face the fangs of winter
broken flowers and dead streams
all the while thinking about the time we
raped
summer


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Spring Showers

The showers of springs
Give the imagination
Soft and light wings
And take the heart
Beyond the horizon rings
The colours there
Show there
A lovely glare
Brighter and fairer
Than the rainbow
During the showers slow 
The eyes seek for
The inspiration
Through the window
Of open inspiration
To prepare 
A matchless culmination
With past sensation
Which are like the swings
Moving high up in the
World unknown
The to and fro motion
Awakes a commotion
Into the world of words
And a heart touching verse
Comes out
To have a bout
With the unfair doubt
Pacify the feelings 
With an eternal calm 


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Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.


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Plains Harvest

The plains have become a quilted patchwork
Dotted with combines, tractors and trucks
the fall harvest is loaded in the bins
Harvest complete for another season
The evenings now pick up a chill
The sun's light fades earlier with seasonal change
Birds that adorned the trees have taken flight
Heading south with early mornings light
Flocks of birds gather near watering holes
Finding bits of grain left on the fields
The greenery of summer fades into past
While autumn's bold colors show
Leaves cascade to the earth below
Soon to be covered by winter's snow.


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Shift

Season shift leaves drift and tumble August brown changes September golden hue Morning air crisp announcing Autumn's arrival Summer escapes moving south for the winter


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Flowers Bloom

The toppling hyacinth,
Excitedly bursting at every corner
To show the world its colour.

The soft chrysanthemum,
A rosy brush of autumn's breath,
So stoic in their blush.

The pale gardenia,
A soft unfolding in cautious masses,
The tokens of a lover.

The quiet lilac,
Without a care for frill or grace,
Growing where it may.

The meadow shifts.
There is such blissful sorrow
In watching flowers bloom


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Daisy

I will write you a poem
a poem of endless inspiration,
of beauty,
and the warmth of a perfect love.....

thy loving sun has reigned down with gracious hope
the wild wind has pulled clouds from afar
precious rain has begun to fall once again
the new season has brought a flower of my ladies dream
a solitary white Daisy has pushed to the surface
a beauty in it's candid display
a simplistic grand design
a classical song of a brilliant architect 
I ponder the dreams it has inspired..... 

a gift of Gods splendor
a gift for you

love.............



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The First Snow

white frost covers everything
theres not a place where it cant be seen 
it twinkles and glows
through the scarce rays of sun
it flutters and blows
carried away by the gentle winter wind
seeping through my skin
not a sound can be heard
no one dares utter a word
for the earth has been covered in white and all people are silent...


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twenty twenty

your face is pressed against
the window pane leaving
ripples of your breath-
souveniers




karen croft
twenty twenty


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The Winter Wolf

Silent whispers on broken vows, I cling to my dream of you.
You are the forest’s end, the wolf’s grin.
Climbing to the edge of bliss and sin,
There’s noting to obscure the view.

Looking to the sky laced with clouds, my eyes pierce the haze.
You danced into my world as a child.
Untamed, beckoning me to the wild.  
You unleashed my wings, bloodying my back, spirit crazed.

Little wolf, silver blade by my side.
We ran through the wood,
Constantly seeking to bloody our prey.
I am full on the carrion and broken pride.
 
Now you are gone, and all I have is your ghost.
A child, a maiden, a lover, a memory.
Frost grips at the beautiful ivory,
To the life I lead, to the path you craved most.


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The storm is come

Red leaves fleeing trouble before the gust:
like children playing tag.
Tumbling to shelter under,
or it is to the brick wall.

Tears from heaven
hit cheeks from the side,
and lash down to toe:
and the whole becomes a sea.

I am swept away in it's fury:
each wave crest seeks shores,
and pours itself away; to abandon. 
Cherishing that kiss with earth.

Fury must find it's rock;
be diminished in ecstasy,
and sink into nothing.
Before turning into life.


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Winter of Love

I am brittle and abandoned.
Like gilt leaves shed by the selfish tree.
Discarded.
As you wilfully discarded me.

I am damp and distraught.
Like wind whipping drizzle against cheeks.
Cold
As you were callous and cold to me

I am sombre and grey.
Like the sky’s heavy battleship clouds.
Threatening
As you so grimly threatened me.

I am winter white. 
Like first frost, static and beautiful.
Deadly.
As you were to me.


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Where Does the October Come From

In October
color is from 
stripping away
the mild disguise of Summer,
like the poison fruit,
the vomitous insect,
red devil. Death from heat.


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Ole Country Home

Warm humid air 
Crickets chirping and cicadas humming. 
Birds singing and wind gently blowing. 
Sweet scent of flowers mixed in with home, 
the smell of hickory smoke. 
Got the horses neighing, and lambs baying, 
the cats a-meowing and the dog might be howling. 
the rockers creakin' and the door is squeakin', 
as the ford rumbles on down our old dirt road. 
Gotta glisten on the grass, from the rain that has passed, 
the sun shining warm and bright, 
a vision in my mind 
of an ole' summer day, 
cant wait to dream of summer nights.


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outside my skin

Do you think I’ll ever be 
able to smile again
(I just don’t know)
I’m losing it all within
(To where do I go)
When I’m out of my skin 

I was breathing this morning
Red bricks, green leaves
I showered and mourned 
All my dreams away

I’m happily fading
Don’t you wish you were here
This morning I rose
My toes next to yours

I’m peacefully falling
In and out of doubt
Cassettes and feathered weights
I grabbled and crawled 
Within your daunting walls

I’m my corner I’m daunting
Yes dear,  I’m subtly yours 
Closed my curtains this evening
And you kissed my doors

I was breathing this morning
Red bricks, green leaves
I happily fading
Don’t you wish you were here
I’m peacefully falling 
I’m losing it all 

Do you think I’ll ever be 
able to smile again
(I just don’t know)
I’m losing it all within
(To where do I go)
When I’m out of my skin 


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Outside our cottage door.

     Winter's promise
foreclosing on the fall,
    dust of ashes
blowing burning colors,
bits of autumn leaves
         that fell
to the wind and more,

Remember ......
       in the winter
       crisp joys,
the frosty kiss of dawn,
     tears of dew,
      so cold upon the roses,
  announcing changes,
emanating from the very bones,
    the marrow,
of the deeper darker
world outside our cottage door.


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Sting to Sing

Star dust;
red powder on your lips
in the creases lit
against the moon...

Shadows luminescent;
rose water breath
and a needle to sew
the Milky Way closed...

You step to edges of mountains
and check the pulse of black expanses
with star dust,
rose water,
ink eyes and padded fingers...

Red powder on your lips
and the wailing songs of eternity
running through your veins.


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Simile of a Smile

The whistling winds whip her words away,
            the simile of a smile on her lips
                         fades and is lost in the deepening dusk.


                         there on the moist, soft sand her footprints melt
                                       with the slow, oncoming tide at his feet,
                                                    he's got nothing to say to make her stay.


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Crazy, Hazy, Lazy Days

It’s summertime 
and Janis wails through the speakers.
I sit at my picnic table, 
papers scattered, 
and I chase perfect words
like I used to chase butterflies.

My kids splash through the scene, 
armed with Super Soakers.
Their antics threaten to jar 
the few words I managed 
to land on the page.
  
They jump in the pool -
giggles come up for air 
in a million bubbles.

I trade my pen
for a popsicle,
join them poolside,
and succumb to 
easy living and
the sweltering  rhythms of
“SUMMERTIME.”


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Middle of The Road

                Regardless how your events are dealt and spent
             Articles controlled by those you may need to repent
"LIFE GOES ON IT DOESN'T STOP"- regardless how much you resent.


Each passing second, minute       "LIFE"        continues to on it's way.
Constantly marches ahead, it       "GOES"      forward never looking back.
Each second, minute all press      "ON"          becoming days and years-
Dictated not by you, or me-          "IT"            doesn't skip a single beat or step.
Yet, as an armed guard it          "DOESN'T"    wink or even glance
Giving false illusions it will            "STOP"       creating your timeless moment.









Valerie Sherman

Middle Of The Road


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MY MUSE-LIKE LOVER!

She is like the stars...placed in my eyes, shining bright... 
A blanket of seduction wrapped around my beingn huging me tight... 
She is like the rain, quenching my thirst with every kiss... 
Calling for her restlessly in my dreams, caught-up in her bliss...
She is like my wings, soaring great heights through the sky... 
Spanning my chamber with her love, in unison we fly... 
She is like my Third-Vision, a majestic eagle seeing afar... 
Beyond the lands of our forefathers...taking me to where sages are... 
She's my innocence exposed, my thoughts that speaks loud & all I hoLd at heart dear...
Trembling with every depth of feeling, with every whisper that I hear... 
She is like my breath, my every beat in rhythmic time... 
I feel her, like centripetal-force,  pulling me in as we entwine... 
She is as I...in Love...


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Home

twenty-four hours and counting.........
I have been called home to the realm above 
I must submit a bow and gracefully move forward
I must leave you behind my friend, my life....

But, for now......
I shall,

sing a symphony of celebration
dance naked deep within the trees of belief  
dive from the highest cliff I can find
sit quietly and sip chamomile tea 
I will run as fast as I can
skipping and jumping up to each cloud I see
I will relish each moment with a ponder and a plea
as the clock tics down to a grand completion
I will fall upon my knees 
a prayer of thanks I will recite
a word of encouragement to each one who has brought me into the light
I sit for now, grateful for each second spent next to you 
a grateful journey of splendid yesterdays
joyous the celebration , I pledge to watch over thee

goodbye for now......... 

soon a flight to be free.................

quite a Tantalize sensation  

wings 

a halo

yes , it is me..........


 


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Fierce, Defined with Irish Overtones of Female Logic

I’m thinking - inking words across the page - age, and rage in season, shouldn’t reason 
against the curiosity of hope – “ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach and sunsets 
show? ”- owe Emerson a debt, for inspiration (though a bit cliché) – Hey, sometimes truth 
is better stoned – owned or not – ought to bring release to the thrower – owe her no more 
than time and place – Just stand - and face the chatter from her heart – Art. 


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The presto agitato of a Moonlight Sonata

Listening to winters third movement
there was a prelude,
but not a proposition.
I, like a fiddlehead in spring waited
as a moonlight sonata
of snowflakes glistened in a blizzard;
firelight tangoed with shadows,
like a fantasy of glimmering fairies unfurling 
into a full concerto of blazing sound.
Smiling, I whistled along thinking of the robins in spring.


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Summer Enchantment

Now it begins, the sweltering heat,
And the candle wax melts, very discreet
Forming a work of art in progress,
That can be moulded to impress.

Summer to me, it represents,
An unending circle of ascent and descent,
A chance for a new beginning
Start over and rejuvenate the thinning.

The thinning life, the thinning soul,
Held only by a strand in control.
But then comes a time for magic,
When you decide to be sad or euphoric
Where you choose the person you want to be
And leave who you were and flee.   
You decide to cut and mould,
Leave away from life all that is cold,
Warmth, peace and serenity,
Is what summer means to me.


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seasoned mind

it’s summer’s farewell; 
i am falling down
like all that around me

like the last leaf
in autumn’s wind
twirling down
my thoughts spin
un-grounded
out of control

i see the trees
bare of color
little branches
snap, like a mind
lost in the seasons
over time

at times
i feel more bare
less colorful
and more fragile
then they could ever be

they stand together
firmly on solid ground
awaiting winter’s cold hands

yet i stand alone
frozen from time
and memories
that taunt my mind
awaiting warmth again


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Summer Colors

Some colors in summer
I miss them a lot 
Like shade, grass, sky
And sunlight, warm or hot
Stuck in 7th grade library 
I type what I want
Like my tank-tops and shorts
It calls to me in my mind
It calls me like a taunt
How badly I want summer
To tell winter good-bye
With my summer colors 
Like shade, grass, and sky


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Autumn

Autumn leaves
flutter 
and fall
twirling in a
danse macabre
their scattered colors 
brilliant, lay 
in mock repose 
and dry decay
lawn’s mosaic, 
lowly cloak
they wait their turn
to go up in smoke


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Deep Fall Gratitude

The streetlight in the fog
Emits a spotlight
In this dark and cold and fresh northwest.
I sit beside the warm glow.
My body shivers.
It's an icy beauty.
In the mist of the streetlights my world goes by,
And then around, spinning.
Even in this silent freeze
You can find reason to be on your knees. 


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The Forest

A sanctuary
Attacked by lightening
Smoldering embers


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Synchronicity

The storm just threw and swirled
Paints of grey, black and dark blue
All over our Earthly dome
Like a rageful Pollock.

Wondrous,
The noise  and the lightning
Turned us small
The waves of flood
Slamming against the feeble constructions
Carrying away cars,trees and dogs
Making me think
Of Thor, Iansã and Zeus
Neglecting all I've learned about
electrons behavior and magnetism
To think of gods from ancient times
Perhaps acknowledging
How extraordinary and dreadful a tempest is

Some people let the storm in
Pointlessly trying to run somewhere
Only to be carried away
And increase the general tension

How long could this last?
How far will it go?
How harder can this wind blow?
What if this...
And what if that?
How long can a minute last?
We look at each other eyes
A scared silent crowd
Looking for the same instinctive answers

Then as if the painter
Had changed his mind
The darkness is gone
Cleaned with a  cloth wipe
The  rough wind is now a soft breeze
Blowing the fragrances of earth and eucalyptus
Up my nostrils and over my face
The clouds are revolving
With light shades of grey and magnolia white
Over the most beautiful of all blues

There's a deep  heavy silence
A few muffled  and distant sounds
Or perhaps it's only  me
Caught in a dimensional current
To share with all those humans before me
The feelings of bewilderment and impotence
In face  of  Nature's outbursts
And with a grateful soul
To finally understand
How the seeds of hope
Could repeatedly be sown and grown
In the human heart
Since the beginning of  times.


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Marching Through March

NOT do I remember
the lyrical poems and Renoir paintings
that sang of the beauty of March.

Cold wet and muddy
to the cadence of a funeral dirge
I march along the road to April.

Passing a slimy pond
Pisces the fish greets me with a flick of his tail,
the murky water dripping from my soggy coat.

The sound of crashing horns!
My head jerks around to see
Aries the ram butting heads with a rival.

Is March the bleakest month of the year?

But how can this be when March is the month
when Johann Sebastian Bach was born
and the whole world is green on Saint Patty’s Day.

Now, NOW I feel
a gentle breeze with floating fragrance of lilac shrub,
for just around the corner is SPRING.


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Spring summer

~ Where should I start this poetic trace? ~

Supple summer, season scene
Takes off coats and welcome warmth
And tranquil under soften sky.

Spring 'O' Spring precedence over summer...
Summer host long light evenings,
Carol patterns and seldom pit-a-pat.

Fertile season, holder of juicy jubilee
Easter burners' night, palm Sunday pedestrian...
And good Friday chorus.

March-to-October, love you so much.

~ Hope I am not missing out? ~ 

Lol.

Dedicated to the lover of the above poetic summer season.


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2012

I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most...

Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief. 
I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake. 
   I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather. 
Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate. 
I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me. 
Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life.
   I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice. 
Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do.
I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself. 

THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

   My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples.
I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders.
I tell myself to look away but cannot help. 
An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches...
Never had I seen such flawlessness. 
   Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half!

Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back. 

Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes. 
Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.


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Silence

The late December air rings with the silence crisp and chill. Oceans of drifted, white, snow crest barn doors and windows. Frosted panes sheets of crystalline parchment roll, perforated like strips of ribbon candy from tin roofs as icicles hang from gutters fringed like shawls. The sharp snap of branches masks the bark of distant dogs.


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Time

Who dictates my life?
What I want to do 
I do not
What I would like to do
Is dictated by changes
Like wind blowing across the grass
Moving and changing to the decree of 
The winds of change
Or like a mirrored lake reflecting who I am
Then suddenly the wind blows and ripples change
My reflection
What is-is not what will always be
Any interruption on this lake
Will create another dimension of change
And I like many are moved along by it
A glass sea is time-waiting to be changed

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012


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haystacks and imaginary things



Flying carefree on the breeze
Colored leaves full of sun 
Glint joyously as they twirl

Like pages falling 
From my book of life
Celebrating-
Reminding me of when 
I was young 

Carefree, just a wisp
Treading barefoot 
Along gravelly roads
When days were long

And I - all alone
Would leap off haystacks
Just me –and the wind
Blue skies, clouds 
And imaginary things

Until sunset beckoned
It is time- you must go home.

© Brenda V Northeast 2010 rewrite- 24th Jan 2012


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Daffodil Dreams

Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window

From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patience
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them

She lay dreaming of fresh air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn

Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand


Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Nature/Romantic


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Emerald furnace

Euphoric light bounces 
from the countless gems
that nature produces after pillars bleed 
withered rubies carried away by wind
to destinations unknown. 

Here and there bursts a spark of colourful joy
in the midst of a sea so alive.
All shades of cold stone and dark
give generously to creatures 
tracking on earth’s crust. 

Spring brings with it the glow
of melancholic shimmer
across lush valleys and mountains high.

In desire after the sun’s warmth
these still sustainers of life
create a glimmer of beauty’s hope,
shedding bark to time,
carrying the mysteries of old,
enduring the trials of season,
slowly reaching to touch Heaven’s face.
Moving to the waves of wind, 
aging to birds’ melody, 
falling to the rhythm of our needs,
nature whispers into humanity’s ears.

Oblivion serves to blind our eyes to
an ecstatic dance of the emerald furnace.


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New Season

The clouds belch and
sky flashes its
touch,
Then the clouds
spread their dark
blankets
over us ;as the sky
shed cold tears,
These drops of tears
wash off the
dirt on leaves of
plants,
dusts on aluminium
and zinc roofing
sheets;
and the wind moves
speedily pulling
the roofs, doors and
electric poles,
whistling along as
the sheets drum;
and dusts swirl
round… dancing to
the rhythm.

A baby is born,
Farmers rejoice for
the conception
of this new born
child;
their expectation
turns to reality;
New life sprouts out
of the ground
As the ground drinks
out of these tear
drops;
Paper,leaves and
plastic materials
compete
With the tadpoles in
the rivers and
canals.

The breeze touches
my skin with
cozy  soothing
hands, which is very
reassuring that a
better child is
here.


*Personification 
  Date:      
7-14-2014 


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Seasonal

Neither spring upon hot summer days
nor fall into cold winters grave
Rather, prepare patient steps today
paths establishing your ways
Take just enough each day to hold
so that winter seems both far away
…and seasonal


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Champagne Heights

There's no heaven above me 
and this world's trying to bring me down
Thinking what goes, will come back round
But there seems to be no heaven above me 
And the worlds getting ugly
I'm searching for comfort 
but your arms, they don't want to hug me
I guess there's no heaven above me 

Sitting still in this storm, Calm, and i can't breathe
Running homeless for days and I miss Autumns leaves
Vacant are my tears But i can't breathe
Rain falls from my eyes But i won't leave

Take me to a place Where i can live
Flowers no longer growbecause man can't give
At the bus stop But i won't turn
My patience's fatigued But i won't learn

I believe in me and i believe in you 
i believe we hold the truth and it will see us through
Crystals no longer shine for champagne is trust
When it's all said and done, again i'll see your dust

There's no heaven above me 
and this world's trying to bring me down
Thinking what goes, will come back round
But there seems to be no heaven above me 
And the worlds getting ugly
I'm searching for comfort 
but your arms won't hug me
I guess there's no heaven above me 


"Sometimes we go through things 
and there seems to be no end in site, 
Smile, because there could be"

angels, demons, bad luck & Champagne


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Harvest

  When I think of Fall's harvest,

  Corn is at the top.

  Pumpkins are seen everywhere...

  Sweet Potatoes too,

  Roast Turkey...non-stop!

  Gracious Lord,

  "Thanks"!

                                     


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Bride

Snow falling softly
cloaking
a white landscape,
sounds all muffled
peace reigns here in
the stillness
the earth is dressed
as a bride

That bride walks
into spring
there she brings new
life
settling in,
bringing warmth
to the once frozen
land

Soon she will usher
in summer
there to prosper and
flourish
watching her
offspring grow
as she drifts off
into autumn

Shorter days now the
bride's reward
long chilly nights
now her only console
each one leading her
to the icy winter
no respite now, life
once more, full
circle 

Snow falling softly
cloaking
a white landscape,
sounds all muffled
peace reigns here in
the stillness
the earth is dressed
as a bride

season's greeting to
you all hugs


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Summer Sky

Clear blue sky, on a fresh morning sweet flowers shower of fragrance beneath the green fields of summer sky. Sun rays touch my window pane, and the colors of rainbow dance in my palm like wings of butterflies that fly above, across the clouds of summer sky. Wagging leaves sway side by side to the rhythm of summer breeze. Birds are chanting their song, dance and fly trying to reach the sky Tall trees are my shield from the glistening sun that reflects on me. Jasmine, rose and lilacs join me on my rambling Under the summer Sky of April.


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Flowers Galore

Wild and domestic they flourish strong and bold,
Upon the new season they spring into life.
Millions of colors they create beautiful sights,
Spreading scents to natures building creatures,
Creatures small, flying, crawling, they renew.
Spreading seeds of glory upon every stop,
Developing springs intentions of new birth.
First sprig that flows outward secures life.
As it reaches into the heavens it embarks,
On a cycle that prettifies earth’s dignity.
That shows the beauty that flowers bring.
For all of nature to see and smell so sweet,
Spring shall be the start of Flowers galore.


Written by

Cecil Hickman


Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Flowers 


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Nature's Son {Trois Par-Hut}

<                                                  winds gallow
                                          o ~ speak out thou shallow
                                       in ancient magnitudes of whispers

                            wrapped in sparkling gems but that of more crisper
                               embracing majesty like re- known spun hipster


                                 and thy O~ answers babbling tongue
                                           symbols of new births young

                                                       nature's son




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The Rose At The Edge Of Autumn

The sun sincerely set tonight, the rising moon to night's delight, where water couplets parse the night and scattered roots thy rose. Fore every drop that sops the sky and leaves nay speck of dry behind, the lunar orbit weeps this night and scatters roots thy rose. Let us hear the couplets, let us feel the drops, let us be gravity's eventual stop; let us be the anchor of said idle ship, where impacting moisture meets receiving lips. The summer is singing the sun lullaby, the song be so tearful the sun has gone shy, it's hiding behind the yonder hill's boon, the sun has come ready to hibernate soon. The moon's a ready and glowing at ease, for time's never standing- it's pace has increased, the violet tulips have noticed their turn and scattered roots thy rose.


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Summer Tease

When autumn clouds roll across like waves
darkening the sky, teasing with patches of bright white
The golden sunshine in the morning swiftly evaporates
Mid-morning is all grey and sullen 

The apples begin to darken and rot on their branches
Too high and too late for anyone to retrieve
The sharp blood red tones of leaves appear on the ground
When did this change creep in?

Six in the evening is bleak as if in deep night
Slight summer cool breezes become chilly 
Night-time demands warmer wear
A patch of blue sky and sun is a summer tease.
 




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Autumn Splendour

Go love your rainbow falling from trees
Your spectral forests stripped of leaves
Stark branches fingering the sun's eye
The little deciduous garden waiting to die, and dappled ground appalled 
I will praise the days of fainting breeze
The hurricanes swallowed by the fog, my shack at ease
I will praise the days of sea's white gnashing
At the gull swirling above the perilous fish
And the children tumulting in larval greed of freedom
As they come home from school. For dappled days, praise!


Autumn Splendour by David Smalling


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Soul of a saint ~ Life of a new beginning

she walked quietly back to her sanctuary

wings aflutter 

a dream in her heart

she longed to fulfill her mission

a quest to bring a saddened soul to the glory of the eternal light

in dedication she spent long nights in prayer

she came to me in the sparkling light of that October morning

she said I was one of the chosen

she talked of miracles......  

she spoke of trials......

she taught me of  love ,  faith and of hope

a vessel sent to me so that I may live again 

a gift of the holy ghost

a promise delivered 

with a tear I ask that I may receive......

beautiful angel of mine

you have a "soul of a saint"

you bring me a "life of a new beginning"

I fall to my knees in prayer

a song of eternity accompanies.....

pure white visions surround,

a deep love fulfilled.................


amen 





_______
Contest









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Seasons and Feelings

Autumn soothes and kills off the Spring blooms
Winter hiding in its triple dark womb
My surroundings are an unusual tomb


And my insides change like the seasons
My cold soul seeps out of my skin into the outside world
My heated anger makes those around me sweat
I can't say I've done anything I'll ever regret
I would never charge the stars with treason
 

When you're silent your words mean so much more
People don't quite expect what you have in store
As some of those words die off and aren't reciprocated
While the evident few simply appreciate it
I'm not entirely sure why I write
How I fight, curse in spite, and yet feel alright
Maybe there is benefit in setting things aright
But these things seem to revert back to their original stage
Just as the seasons alternate once they're out of a phase
 

What does it mean to be happy or snappy?
As if our life can be categorized in a simple X-Y graph
There's so much more than that, so much more complex
And just as the seasons aren't simply a change in temperature
Our life can't be categorized in a simple change of temperament
I'm fine with the way things are

 
But like the caveman I still gaze at the stars
Each of us deeply believing that it does not get much better than this
But in reality this is further than the highest bliss
Whether that change is there, available to us
Or simply a silly hopeful illusion
May not even be worth the fuss
Not worth this confusion


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Legal Tender of Getting Old

Legal Tender of Getting Old 

If tears were coins I'd be a rich man… 
If sadness was time I'd live forever… 
If I only knew what to do to make it better… 
I would do it in a heartbeat. 


But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you… 
And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above… 
if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew… 
How do you say goodbye when there is no love? 


To only be me myself alone … again… 
decisions are frightening and shaky to behold… 
But change is needed for me to stay sane… 
all the while we continue to grow old. 



RLM 
'05


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Moonlit Snow

Full moon rises
with luminous essence
falling on fresh snow
reflecting a myriad of twinkles.

Torch light radiance
blankets meadow and field,
exuding the shadowy lustre
of an imposter twilight.

Refracting moonbeams 
encompass forests,
dancing with flickering light
thru' Evergreen trees.

Moonlight emulates day,
illuminating the midnight hour...

Translucent colors
diffuse the dawn,        
shimmering on fresh snow 
with sparkles of morning light.


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One Moonlit Night

   Looking through the frosted pane I see,
the moonlight,
reflected off the newly fallen white.
There is something tantalizingly beautiful,
about this magical scene,
set before me.
Shadows play back and forth,
chasing each other.
A game of their own choosing 
of darkness and light.
Of a sudden,
Winter's breath exhales,
and small Pixies of crystal and light ,
dance in a whirlwind ,
across the winter tableau.
I am mesmerized ,
as the face of the moon  breaks free,
from the shrouds of mist,
that imprisoned its' radiant glow.
The world springs to life,
shades of blue and gray and white,
thrown together in a snowy prism.
The Pixies dance at a feverish pace ,
of glitter and sparkle and bright.
As I stare, 
I am humbled at this magical creation.
Even the elderly oaks , firs and pines ,
with hair dusted white.
Bow their heads  in homage,
to the keeper of the night.


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' CERULEAN TOKEN '

~*~ ===================== LAZULINE sheen glittered, ~~flummoxed~~ SAPPHIRE ASTER thrived, forget-me-not blooms, morning glory smiles in aureate sunrise, as seasons swap in jitters, ~~"LOVE's new moment"~~ SEPTEMBER'S zephyr gust in solemn hymn flowers celebrate in gaiety ... evoking such a METAMORPHOSIS to be reckoned with ... "why month's glyph always in BLUE?" ~*~ ========================================= "BRIAN STRAND CONTEST" entry


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OCTOBER TOWN

OCTOBER TOWN

Trees
The tall, old trees
All must start with the senior thrust of old trees
      that glorify October Town
Well, they are wonderful many and are shapely full
From Ellison’s Point one can, except for Baptist 
      spire, barely see October Town for the Midas
      wealth 
And when the cruel October light deadly caresses 
      each leaf,
Old Solomon’s mines never saw such crust, such 
      rust, such gold
Leaves! – spread band stand steps, glorify Town
      Square, whole town in Persian carpet
Yet, still enough

Ned Peacher walked down to Edd’s drug store for
      a fountain coke
Same store, all round, his gang visited in 44
Walmart nor other chain store had forced Edd’s 
      out
Brill’s Hardware
Murray Stationery
General Store still there, all freshly painted each year
“Change,” whispers the autumn air, but blows quite
      round October Town
Seasons come, people live with quiet dignity
The frost, snow and ice all to be greeted with 
      calm, confident love
In October Town 

Dave Austin

    
 


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Shadows of Summer

A new dawn arrives with the whispering winds of a new day.
Shadows of summer shade the nesting blue jay.
Sunrise peaks through the weeping willow.
Morning dew drops fall from the leaves of the red oak.
Shadows of summer dance under sunlight,
painting dark images on the ground.
Shadows of summer spilling down.
Daisies embrace the noontime sunlight.
Sweet breezes blow to the hummingbirds delight.
The woodpecker taps a rhythm of beats.
The day is warm with midsummer heat.
Shadows of summer dancing beneath the trees.
Along comes the sting of honeybees.


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My wintry thoughts

I have been coldness
I have been ice

Something chilly ate my thoughts

But when my Moslim friend looks so sad
I cannot reach her with my wintry heart

I want to tell her what the seasons mean to me
Winter takes
Winter gives

( what is it your eyes keep to themselves? )

Hey, I can share loneliness with you
( how can I make you happy? )

She hugs me

Tomorrow
Perhaps tomorrow spring will multiply in our souls


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To Be

A telepathic throat
gargles stories and
spits fables’ fish into a watery abyss.
The surface shimmer draws us in
to fall, dream, dive, swim
as the storyteller spins us.

We balk at the tales of winged-hearts.
Love doesn't exist.
We swear by this as God disappears, 
erases slowly while we wake up in season.

Love drops to the ground 
with winter all around.
Snow covers and closes our eyes.
Pronounces what has died.
In the lens the pupil frames 
a frozen image of my flame.
Could it possibly survive?
Rise up and be alive?
The same old story persists
where we make the same old wish.

Devils, misfits, do-gooders, cherubs and chumps,
wonder if God is make-believe, a dream or a magician's trick.
We cross our fingers and chant the scriptures
until The Almighty is real or a lie we can live with.

To be, to be, is miracle enough for me.

My cat chews on this paper—naps on every draft of this poem.
I worship her.


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Vagaries of Season

Autumn a loneliness
Winters in regress
Spring forth unto blessings
Summer’s sigh of happiness


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Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



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Summer Passage

            Summer Passage

Bones burnt white and crisp on deserts open hell of summer
Eyes turn painful red in sun’s fierce and punishing glare
But children only know the surf and blue rolling waves
Cool breezes, endless play, and warmth of friends
Sky and sand take over 
Become the blue and white of life
These things pass into tranquility in slow autumnal flow
On gentle orange and yellow spiraling leaves at leisure
Drifting, tumbling as in sleep, with no particular place to go
Autumn catches every fragrance of the harvest too
Lavender and pumpkin tell the truth
The moon grows large as we pick every plant
September, October and November forget the past
As they sleep beneath the green serene 
Of summer's grass

Created on 8/30/14 for Summer’s End Poetry contest
  


 


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Cloaks of Brown

The trees are naked now Branches shiver in the wind Bold strokes of orange Paint the purple sky Brittle grasses cling together Backs turned to the chill Like monks at prayer Clad in cloaks of brown Landscapes in decline Mourn the death of flowers In garden graveyards Tears of rain weep upon their seed It is gone, I feel the pain Of summers loss, beauty spoiled A single rose, pressed within my pages Sustains me til new seasons are regained
11/29/2011


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Midsummer Day

roses have opened their layers of lids
the eyes of nature are looking around
clouds swept in by a jocund breeze
attempt to travel in consistent unions
closing each hole to preserve the Blue
for the days of that summer to follow

roofs are awaiting the kiss of the sun
making them swelter in the stillness
at noon when nature seems dreaming
enthralled by the blossoms of linden 
the fragrance so sweet can hold all the
heat and the joy of summers gone by 


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Autumn Splendor

Splendid colours and hues
Crispy ,colorful carpet of leaves
Laid for everyone to walk on
Dried leaves waiting 
To swirl and twirl in the autumn breeze
Misty mornings  and hazy evenings
Playing with the autumn Sun
Laughing ripened fruits
Waiting to be plucked
All this acting as ,harbinger of winter days


Name:Irfana Ali Bhat
Contest: Autumn Splendor
date: 8/31/2012


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It's Okay. Really.

A heart becomes brittle
     and splinters in the cold
if left too long on the windowsill.
     What is it to me?
Your back sang everything I needed
     to know
as I slipped on frozen time left
     ticking on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what all the fuss is about.
There’s really no reason for
     Winter’s treason.
It’s only another season
     after all.


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Seasons of lingering memories

An Autumn leaf
floats, 
curled
in a puddle,
lingering.

Memories.

Snowflakes drifting
shadows,
dissolving.

It's February,
Spring is whispering.


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A snowy night

A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day


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Rain

Standing here by the door 
While I watch the rain just poor 
It is splashing on the ground as the rain
Drops come down even more
I decide to walk around in the rain 
Hoping to see a rainbow
Even if I don’t I know it won’t be long
Untill the sun will comes out 
And drys this all up
And I will sit out side
Watching the clouds roll by
And as the sun set changes colors
Knowing soon it will go and hide
And when morning arrives 
I will watch the morning sun come out to play
As it gets ready to heat up this beautiful summer day
And I will sit out side latter on that night
Watching the clouds roll by
And as the sun set changes colors


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Oh Glorious Spring

Placid river mirrors the majesty in nature oh glorious spring I succumb to your charms majestic crisp white blankets hiding the green beneath Bound to earth are the trees with growing leaves they search by day and shimmer by night holding spring starlight like diamond shrines The sky makes way to heaven in purity reflecting off the winter it mirrors waiting for the rebirth of life Creatures slumbered waiting for spring waking to stretch opening eyes briefly uncurling mouths open wider ready to anew What a beautiful discover spring is under sun and moon shimmering iridescent colors how could one not see this beauty of mountain, lake or river Beautifully arranged in it's simplicity yet, no other could paint such a master piece oh glorious spring your splendor I behold indeed


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The Lazy Days Of Summer

the illuminating sounds of summer
first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods
and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking 
down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about  
echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for it's mate
or you can capture  sounds of a babbling brook flowing 
down an winding outcrop stream but to me
I think my favorite sound thus far is the laughter of my child's voice
and the sizzling sounds of hot dogs and hamburgers 
being made on my grill as were watching  fireworks display 
from the back of a twin engine houseboat floating down
a rivers edge Oh the sounds of summer would be nil
if I would awake from this enchanted dream 


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Mother Nature's Lullaby


Fall came to my door today
In colors of red and gold.

The sky was clear
The air was crisp.

As I walked along a leave strewn path
I watched the squirrels play, listened to
The birds serenade and marvelled at
The beauty before me.

Some find Fall depressing
They say it speaks of death and ending.

But to me, It's just Mother Nature
Singing her children a lullaby
Before she sends them off to bed.


Josette Davis Key   2013


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Four Seasons

We held our souls together
Enjoyed the colorful spring bliss
Yet,
The hands, that once held yours
Are held again this time
This time to pray; "be mine"

We saw the world together
Felt those warm summer haze
Yet,
The eyes, that once gazed yours
Are soaked again this time
This time to plead, "be mine"

We walked the roads together
Caught those falling autumn leaves
But,
The feet, that once led with mine
Stride away this time
And leave me asking, "why?"

We loved ourselves together
Beat the chilly winter blaze
But,
The lips that once touched mine
Are touched again this time
This time to say goodbye...


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A Winters Day

Early in the morning, you expect to awake and see, a bright new day dawning, blue skies and green leaves. Instead the clouds are dark grey, and the trees are all bare, no children have come out to play, even the birds have flown away. The window pane is frosted white, and no cars seem to be heard outside, the grass is white and no more green, and the sky is an awful sight. Everyone is snug inside, except for the flowers , as they have died. Just the clouds enjoy the day, as for all of us, inside is where we'll stay


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Yoga

 
my physical body......yearn......
my mental being......reach......
my spiritual energy.....pull......
 
within my sanctuary 
of mind, body and soul
I center in a calming request
of spirit awakening

with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line
I must focus......
I must touch ailment......
I must harness thy yoke of completion 
my breath slows in silent acceptance 
as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations 

my spirit drift endless
of cresent moon at twilights eve.
and warriors song in mornings mist

as warmth showers my flesh 
my spirit tingle complete    
touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received
I become one as the spirit calls

with each breath, completion......
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My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


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Snow Play

Geese glide thru the air watching the snow roll with the flow.
Squirrels jump in the piles to wiggle and roll.
Dogs check every nock and cranny then run all around.
Little girls make snow angels where perfect delicate wings abound.
Boys make a fort with a snowball fight destined to win.
Skaters sweep snow from their ice to be able to spin.
Hockey players in their play scatter the snow and rough up the ice.
Mothers look from the window, where while baking every thing looks nice.
Sleders regale themselves in the speed of the hill.
To driver’s it’s dangerous, messy, slowing everything down.
But to every one it’s the time of year where joy can abound,
All because the swirling madness came floating down and around.
And after the fun when we lay snuggling in our beds…
We’ll sleep till the next day with snow dancing in our heads.
And dreading the day when the snow goes away,
We can’t wait to run out and again to play.


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Wintery Wisdom

Since the beginning of time you’ve existed like a curse.
For some your existence forever their irritating scourge.
Your sleekness, glossy and tranquil as you lay flat.
Molding yourself to everything’s very shape and being.
Silently you lay there waiting on anything’s fleeting touch.
With no sounds or movement waiting for the glide over.
Knowing that the slightest twitch can cause an urgency.
Nature your creator coldness deep in your very center.
No action ever taken some times instantly you wither away.


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Summers Autumn

The last of summer’s scorching days wilt by
Watching bush fires mushroom languidly into jet streams
Whilst the vast coastal plain laments at apathetic clouds
Trees hang limply on lifeless limbs
Forcing leaves in search of their shade
 
Beaches scorch under sunburnt bodies
Through a quivering veil of vicious haze
That longs for a breeze to steal the greedy sweat
Dripping from finger to toe
 
A cool relief arrives, as kites take children to the skies
Heralding the imperceptible change
To a coast that’s had its roast
As autumn blankets the last summer weeks
Like a ghost lost in a fog
 
The seasons are passing each other by
As morning lawns reveal footprints through the night’s silky dew
As sheets are swapped for duvet’s
And hearth’s wail in search of warmth
 
Cool night air thieves under doors
Dogs and cats curl tighter in a ball
Suburbs bristle and await
A sun, that now sleeps through
 
Trees stand frightened as their leaves make a choice
Emeralds over gold or yellows to favour red as
Auburn litter eddies in awkward swirls
Above their frosty roots
 
Autumn now shows herself in all her grandeur
A frigid concert of muted colours
And musty soil beneath shortened days
Bracing for winter’s wrath in all her mighty fury
 
 
31 August 2014


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A CHRISTMAS SNOW

Global warming,sweating the floor,

A cooling process,all over,Christmas snow,


A massive ice pack massaging the body of Earth,

All masses in coat,walking over snow,Christmas worth,


Pure white,gift parcel from Eskimos for the season,

To all greens,bushes and botanics to wear is the reason,


Layers of layers of dust and waste of pets in growth,

Snow,Christmas cleansing them all with a white cloth,


All from the bottom to top on the planet Earth,

Also bodies,minds and hearts cleansed in snow bath,


At a sight up from the Earth,clouds seen like snow,

At a sight down from the Sky,snow seen like clouds flow,


Once in an year visiting like birds,Christmas snow,

Two zero one four times visiting this,Christmas snow,


A gift from Eskimos,Christmas snow for the seasons,

"All having to serve have nots",giving Eskimos reasons!













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November

O November, you are one of the twelve stepping stones in a year, created as an element in 
the cycle of time.


Without you Thanksgiving and a transition to colder days would be absent.

Without you that one day every year on which I age, would never occur.


We are people, speaking to the world of your importance and of the essential role you play 
annually. 


I ask you to come around at least once a year, and not to be late.

I promise to make your presence quite pleasant and worthwhile, for I will celebrate each day 
of your being here to the fullest extent.      


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Skull King Around

Skeletal treetops rake a Wagnerian sky.
like fingertips, chasing Valkyrie’s,
through cirrus clouds;
conducting the winter wind,
across the cerulean blue tarp
of early evening.

Bare beds, a mass of fallen leafs, shiver;
above bulbs of tulips and daffodils
which rest like skulls in a grave.

The sullen light of late December dusk,
pierces the scene with shadows,
sharpening the edges of brick walks
to bloody wayward knees
frost crusts, scabbing over the vacant
graves of long lost pets as
the day ends.  


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DESTINY....PUSH.......

I'M PREGNANT WITH DESTINY.THIS WASN'T A NORMAL PREGNANCY.
IT STARTED LIKE A MUSTARD SEED; IT GREW INSIDE ME LIKE A
BABY...THE FEELING I FELT WASN'T IN WEBSTERS DICTIONARY...
WORDS THAT MORTAL MAN CAN NOT DESCRIBE IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
ONLY IN HEAVENLY TONGUES..

MUSTARDS SEEDS REQUIRE A SPECIAL KIND OF DIET.NATURAL FOOD WAS FOR THE FLESH.THE SOUL REQUIRE THE BOOK OF GENESIS;AND BY THE 
NINTH MONTH IT WAS FEEDING ON SOME REVELATIONS... THIS WAS JULIANT.BRINGING ME TO THAT MARVELOUS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.

MY MUSTARD SEED IS IN THE BIRTH CANAL.FATHER GOD PREPARED ME FOR THIS SEASON.NOW, MY TIME HAS ARRIVED TO PUSH MY MUSTARD SEED THROUGH...

PUSH OUT YOUR SINS AND REPENT.

PUSH OUT YOUR STRONGHOLDS YOU KNOW..

PUSH OUT YOUR DELIVERENCE 

PUSH OUT THE WATER FOM THE TEARS YOU CRIED
AND THE PETITION PRAYERS YOU SENT UP TO THE SKY.

PUSH OUT YOUR GIFTINGS....

NOW HERE COMES THE ANNOINTED 

DESTINY.....IS HER NAME...........  


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January

January, so you've met December

                                             Touched his decorated tree

And seen the tinsel, star, and toys that please  

'Pon New Year's Day you saw him leave

                                  weakness hit you in your knees

'Twas such a cold experience that long lasting breeze 

But in your cold depths you have healed wanting to meet February

       Knowing with his appearance your cold will evaporate into the beginnings
 
                                     of spring


Spring you haven't experienced only cold, rain, wind, ice and snow

          But how you long to meet Spring and see the joy it brings

Only Hot Cocoa, warm fires and long lazy nights have you enjoyed

              But you've heard of summer where the nights are warm and short and

people go out to play in the night seeing fireflies and moonbeams..

January you've been given a bad rap of having a ever changing temperment 

                Many don't look for your good qualities of letting the earth rest from 

feeding all the shrubs, trees, flowers, and grass that drink the earth's life giving 
  
                                       nutrients......

January I am so glad that I got to meet you and will look forward to our time together

               again next year.

Your Friend Always..

Sponsor: Vicky Tsiluma
Contest: Hello January
Written: January 17,2014


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Transition

When the summer walks away into the fall Holding hands with our childish ambitions; Our time Not looking back at all I will place the memories in my back pocket So they are not too far behind But I will look forward Knowing I'm on borrowed time


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Such A Strange World

Such A Strange World

Such a strange world we live in
Cold air blowing while the warm sun shines
Snowflakes drifting softly to the ground
Shining like chips of the purest diamond they cover the ground
The sky turns into the deepest of baby blues as the sun rises
Making the soft white clouds brighter as they float by
White disappears turning grey in the face of winter’s fury
The winds blow as the light of the sun dies behind the clouds
The soft snowflakes turn to razors as they are whipped by the wind
All of the beauty of the earlier world is gone and forgotten
Snow dunes and ice mounds bury life as they move across the land
Shovels come out under the dim light of amber streetlights
Paths shoveled and reshoveled time after time throughout the night
The morning comes with its own shade of amber
The clouds are gone and the paths are clear
The streets have their own beauty and purity 
The sun shines on the fresh snow, untouched by man
Showing that beauty can create chaos
Teaching that chaos can create beauty
A world of contradictions
Such a strange world we live in


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Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


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Kids and Bells...

If the bells of Cristmass ring in your town...
How late do you stay...waiting around...
For the snow is falling...and kids are calling...
All waiting for Cristmass to come...
For all through out this land...Cristmass is at hand...
You can hear the calling...till the morning...
Even in your sleep...
Now and then...Santa wins...
He comes into your world...
For if you think...what guilds him to...
The night we make for him...
As he worked all year...for Cristmass cheer...
As he fills the trees...each and ever year...
The kids know...as it goes...
The bells give in to his calling...


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Flying South One Autumn Day

 

as red leaves turn to dust
and a chill is in the air,
I see the wild geese
in perfect formation fly
off to southern climes.
a bit of me longs to go along
for soon I'll hear old winter's song...


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Hurts Next Spring

she died in spring
she had loved spring
 
a bird outside my window chats
his tone high and busy
 
Gloria could tell you his name
 
garden beds along the front sidewalks 
she had many plants, blooming throughout
the first warm days in Michigan
 
plants with long waxy leaves
light purple bulb on a long shoot
we'd squeeze to hear them pop
 
if she caught us tampering, her scolding was
a breath of disappointment
tender petals, bruised, shredded 
pain
life, beauty, needs protection
 
spring is too short


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I felt in heaven in my attic room


I felt it heaven in my attic room 


Overtaken by a silent peace
through parted curtains
I saw it was the snow had
come to veil the land with
ribbons from the sky.

©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins


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Autumn is Calling

Autumn is calling The majestic leaves Beauty in color Breeze blows cool Within shorter days
Russell Sivey Entrant into Joann Grisetti's "Gogyoka" contest 10/20/2012


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Springs beauty

Serenity dislodged by frivolous butterflies,
Gathering and congregating here and there.
Ruffling composure, a whirling breeze, I shivered. 
I, a rugosa rose; he a bramble walker
And bee keeper, I had hips and potpourri,
Thorns and prickles. Not entirely attractive to most. 
As he walked he collected pollen, curiosity was my downfall.
Microspores attached and for eons, waited,
Leisurely seeped into the earth around my feet.
Slowly sprouting, hidden within the brier of me. 
Waiting for a sapphire spring and a lapis night,
To once again be charmed by a bold Saturn as he shines


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Spirea

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Little princess spirea
growing quaint within her garden 
fetching thoughts of song aspire
swaying grace in summer breeze
with her loving hand of nurture 
and a heart of  light aglow  
each summer day pass lovely
as she sings a melody of praise and growth 
________________________________

Contest

Anagrammatically Speaking

Spirea ='s Parise

Aspire='s Parise

Praise='s Parise
________________________________

Spirea~A lacy Pink Japanese Perennial Flower


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Ode To Yesterdays Past


I confess I rarely take the time
To thank the past for Yesterday
And that I rarely miss a chance
To mumble some complaint: 

How fast you went, 
How little of your time I spent, 
How much I've lost to you, 
How much of you I regret! 

But though you took with you
Todays I wished to keep
I've not forgotten
The many Todays
That Yesterday got me through.

To Yesterdays I raise my glass
A toast to faithful friends of past
Too often overlooked and
Not too often thanked.

So here's to Yesterday -
For never forgetting to take away
The burdens of Today. 


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Untitled #313 / Venus and the Northern wind

Agh! My soul is chilled by this
evil Northern wind! I cry for love!
Venus, where are you?
Somewhere closer to the sun.
Always closer to the sun.


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Enchantment

Multicoloured jewels
Bursting from bud
Spring splendor


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tongs

i want to burn it all down
so it'll be so hot
i'll have to take it out with tongs.
i want to take it out
with my hands;
and know i'm still alive.
that's what.



a man needs to burn everything
to know it's still there.
to be alive,
a man has to burn his self
down with the truth of it,
of her and him and all the rest
that opens in his mind 
and sees itself with his eyes
that lingers in his body's hold on the world,
to know it's still there.



i burn it down every time;
every year,
and when nothing happens,
there's a deep freeze...
but freeze is never deep
enough;
we have to burn it out:
and when they don't come
to empty everything out into ourselves again,
we have to burn it out alone.



every season has its own cool burn.
whether the breeze of summertime,
or the winter snow when no one knows...
how long...how long?--
and all anybody cares in fragments.
wasting away the youth they can never remember
to have.



i want to burn down this youth they claim.
i want to break it if that's all it is;
a petty break. and give it back,
knowing you're still alive.
after the break.
and after a while, i burn it all down,
knowing i'm still alive all the while.
whether you make the break or not.



there's still time to burn.
to feel the burning,
and the aftermath that is summer-autumn,
and the leaves are gone.
they are the only going that i imagine.
the only death that i rejoice in.
the burning of the leaves.
until i burn it all down.
again.


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Bejewelled Tree

I gazed out of my favorite window,
The beautiful tree touched by the rain.

The branches shone like jewels,
Diamonds of nature.

The daylight shinning,
Through the pristine droplets of water.

There were a few trees like this,
Simply welcoming spring.

The rain had endured,
Cloudy and foreboding.

The tree like  a ray of sunlight,
Cheering the day.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Essence

Somewhere on the table,
Kept the taste,
Chocolate, cherry and hazelnut.
The cup..., the wine.
Looked at; fate.
Vanished, the bouquet; the wind.
Thought flees away.
Diving in textures, and tongues.
Sweet breath of the Gods.
Soft touch of the lips.
Liquids and dreams.


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Fear of thunder

      The sky formed gray clouds bursting into loud noises that I could not explain, 
the only thing that did make sense is that I was alone I felt afraid.

 A flash of lighting warning me, yet at the same time making me nervous about what was 
yet to come.

 I had circled my future in my mind perfectly, I thought I knew until the 
storms brewed and they emptied my head of common sense.

 It made me feel trapped some how under a nights sky waiting to be destroyed by that one 
sound that made my whole body reminisce of my fear. like I was the mouse afraid to be 
stepped on by an elephant.

 I'd close my eyes and cover my ears just to help this fear I had. A little baby rapped 
under sheets so tight, Mother wasn't there to hold me but i'd learned to hold myself.

 Praying that the nightmare would end, But little did I know it was only the beginning. 
Summer skies nice and blue brought stormy nights filled with danger and ruin.

 Why couldn't I just get over this one tiny fear? I wouldn't travel to 
Mexico because the storms are too severe... I would always wake up afraid looking 
out my window just to make sure.

 Make sure that there was no gray in sight but then 
again blue skies could also be deceiving.

 It wasn't until I heard only rain, That calmed me down that lessened my pain.
 
I could walk and talk and pretend it never happened but storms do come and when they do I 
tremble in fear my knees get weak and I sigh another day another fear.


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Denver Nights II

I've been traveling 
on the go
to where
no one knows
all the while
i'm alone
when did goodbye
become a song

here's something for you
and here's something 
for you as well

all these passings
i do not know
i've been traveling 
on the go
all the while 
you're alone
goodbye
became a song


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autumn colors

summer green has gone
autumn's colors begin to spark
orange, yellow, red they fall
a splash of leaves across brown ground
and i settle around a burnt orange fire
drinking hot chocolate while eating toasted marshmallows
admiring autumn's colors



karen croft
august 18,2012
autumn's colors contest


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The clinging leaf

I stare and watch
In my strange delight 
While you cling to your last 
Strings of what was life
Brown and demised  
Fluttering in the breeze 
As winters tease 
Reminder of times passage 
Lost and alone 
Where the rest has gone 
Would you still be here?
When springs blossom is near?
Or will you finally pass 
And allow new buds to grow here?
Cling if you must 
But be weary of the 
Gusts 
That life shall bring 


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Sunshine Through My Window

     Early summer
Sunshine comes through 
    my window 
Blue sky with wisps of white clouds 
    overhead
Trees stand tall 
    their green leaves 
bring joy to onlookers
  Summer is more 
than a reason 
   It is a state of mind
One which causes the heart to feel 
   a heavy sense of peace
Even as autos whizz by 
   the primeval powers 
can be sensed 
   by those who are sensitive enough 
 to realize 
that the ancient world
   still lives withing all of us
 The past is only apparently dead 
    The time has come to realize 
 that the joys of summer 
     will be with us 
           FOREVER! 


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November

Remnants of autumn’s golden beauty cling to dull gray branches. Battered by the howling Huron wind, one last dance whirls them down to a final resting place. Whitecaps shatter the boulder-laden shore, leaving frothy trails upon the sand. The blue waters of Huron change hue with each passing cloud that blows across the stormy sky. Boulders blanketed in bright green moss strike out against the barren wasteland that we are left with. Alas, a brisk chill sweeps into my heart, for I know November delivers an icy winter upon his shoulders.


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Silhouettes of Trees


Pink sky dark
trees rising three silhouetting against sky  pink 
sky
overhead

three trees rising
leaning 
paper cut-outs 
leaning 
black paper cut-outs on
pink pages

above 
wood fence running 
away
darker down to 
shed

breathing all in breathing 
self
in smoky 
air breathing self 
out 
into air

tree silhouettes breathing 
calmly 
silently

quiet

cat gliding 
noiselessly 

me-and-
ering 
cor-
ner darker 
disappearing
darker 
like breath along 
air


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Music to my ears

Its like music to my ears
it keeps going on and on
it never stops
Its got a rhythm 
that's like no other
just flowing one after another
seems like it'll never end
a sound so deep, so strong
it carries a tune, 
like a tune in a song
 ringing in my ears
taking my soul
forgetting my fears
such a beautiful sight
as it runs across the sky 
in the middle of the night
each one brighter
 than the one before
so dark, but unique
within each minute
i see yet another streak
lighting up the sky
watching from the window
a sight that is worthwhile
yet with each moment
 becoming so vile
the sound so deep, so strong
vanishing as it hits the floor
and as the lighting strikes and
the thunder claps, you know
the rains going to continue to pour




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Time out

Minutes drag by, innumerable and uncounted,
Turning into days, months, years.
Never a straight line,
backward, forward, sideways,
flying, pacing, always moving.
Seasons come and go, the Wheel never stops.
Bottom or top, differences none,
Hope struggles to simply keep up.


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Common

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~ a muse of golden brown a beautiful dark etched love my sisters, my brothers fly free in this day so vivid a clear path pushing toward completion a unity.... solidarity.... shall we dance a sub-Saharan prance collective rhythms, a shuffle step a long time coming this freedom bright colors adorn overflowing spirit of love....... so grand , so free grab hold of my hand together we shall prove common! ~


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Finally Summer 7x7

I'm jumping out of my skin 
the weather thick and warm,
Pungent chlorine fills the air
I hear a grilled symphony; 
Feeling the touch of the dive,
painted with the Sun's color;
It is finally Summer


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Arab Spring

From Tripoli to Cairo
I saw the intifada leftover
After Tunisia and Yemen
Like a dam broken
After it had sucked life from dry sand
Morocco, Kuwait, Djibouti and Oman
I heard birds singing at the cliff
Falsetto dawn
In the rift valley of religion
And water pouring from each sweat
Flood the root of the poisoned tree
Not Regina
Not Phoenix dactylifera
Not if the honey killed the bee.

Some have fallen
Shaken by the protest of the wind
Some stay uneasy 
For it is the season of orchestrated discontent
I see nothing to applause
Except that stability 
And the availability of corn
Are rare in democracy there.
For culture is soil and climate
That every root begins with
And nothing strange may grow
In a rich soil's barren love.
Heroes there and villains 
Have ridden sand forever
They do no swim this mediation well
Spring rain brings flash floods
And then vulture upon vulture
Circling the corner of the eye.

Too bad the spring
Shook the blossoms off in breeze
I smell the empty branches
The resin bleeding in the new night
Hot summer's dead piled up
Against a Syrian wall.
I pray for the autumn worm
And the bones winter white
My sajada is Mecca strewn
And in my head the adhaan
The adhaan, an intoxicated bell
Calls me out of grief.


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We Never Reach Spring

The grass masks the sin-black soil
and they stick a flower
deep down and
now and then a seed,
and the children hide
belts beneath the beds
and the men threaten so
often
and everybody pictures the
ease
yet remain
reaching
mutating in and out
of wishes.
grass masks
the sin-black soil and the
grass pushes upward
for much more than
display.

Change is but
a fancy:
we are all stuck
in one inevitable
realism.

Everybody pictures
the ease.

We chase the horizon.
We look for gold at a rainbow’s end.
We count the stars.
We hug the dust.

until there is nothing left
to reach for
but the sure hold
of death.


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A Pink Rose

There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its petals are as pink as the color of strawberry ice cream.
As soft as a baby bird's feather.
It smells of sweet perfume.
The scent of clean clothes.


There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
The stem is as green as string beans.
As strong as a piece of metal that will never break.
It stands there straight as can be,
only moving when strong winds run by.


There's a beautiful, pink flower in my garden.
A beautiful, pink rose that blooms every year.
Its leaves are rough and pointy at the ends,
with many deigns going every which way.
Its thorns are sharp like the blade of a knife,
looking threatening as they stick out of the stem.


To me,
this beautiful, pink rose symbolizes the beginning of Spring.
The beginning of a new day, a new year.


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Crystal Splinter

Lightening bolts of color frolic across the snow, Splatter on the ground, bounce off ice crusted pond, Heralding Icicle’s last rendezvous dance with Spring, As soft white dove takes silent wing. Twisted, sculptured shard of frozen translucent reflection, Suspended from tree limb, aching to touch the ground, Holding faithfully to flora’s naked outstretched arm, Safe inside branches hidden from childish harm. Feeling warm sunbeams as cool winds tickle and tease, Glinting lights of rainbow prisms, swirling trapped within, Slowly soften trickling, transforming its very being, To silky liquid sunshine remodeling a Winter’s dream. First a tear, now flowing stream, thawing and diminishing. Born from liquid frost, a sparkling blade of ice, Bejeweled Crystal Splinter, adorning woodland fir, Unrivaled rainbow beauty -- a transitory lure. Now thin shrinking sliver, reluctantly receding, Wisped into the clouds, down into the waking pond, Captured by earth, awaiting rebirth next Winter’s Storm, In Nature’s first ice cascade on a chilly frosted morn.


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Autumn Colors

Gold bedazzled leaves rimmed in crimson
Squirrels, bunnies forage for acorns and berries
Crisp air beckons to don a favorite sweater or fleece
Children lament shorter days and homework soon
Sights, smells, attitudes beckon us 
As nature changes her wardrobe 

Jeff Eklund
Autumn Colors
8/13/2012


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Summer Love

 Morning’s crowning glow,
 Gentle indispensable love,
 Glimmering,
 Bringing to awareness
 Sun’s warmth,
 Graced upon your neck,
 A summer cherished in time,
 Stirring stunning rainbows,
 Whisper fair wind in my ear.


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Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


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Cold Autumn

    In the 
depths of winter 
   I find the icy 
touch of the sky 
   A cold season 
        where I might 
take delight 
   in the holy light forever 
   I won't give into any 
pressure 
   to change my thought system 
Perhaps I will continue 
   on
 the path 
    which I should 
have taken years ago 


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What time is it

In the high of time
The seconds of seasons change


We have counted our minutes 
In hope our hours lay long


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September's Child Part one

Born in Autumn, a buffer season
Not Summer with days of sun
Fields of green with life abounding
And sparkling clear springs.
Not Winter with her majestic wonderland
Of brisk cold winds which kiss the skin
Of gentle snowflakes that fall to earth
Of a blanket of snow that sheets the earth
A covering that allows all to sleep for its rebirth.
Not Spring the beginning of life anew
When snowy fields give way to green grass kissed by Morning's dew
Of promises of love, the inner mating call
Spring a season of life, the most beautiful of all.


Born in Autumn
Things die, They give way
To winds that blow decaying leaves
From once beautiful green trees
Autumn poor Autumn how it yearns to live
A season of brilliant colors
Colors that are false for they hide
The fact what Autumn colors dies.
A season where not sure
Too cold to go bare arm
Too warm to wear a coat
So sweaters were made
Not too cold, not too hot are these days.

Spring a season of love
Summer a season of fun
Winter a season of rest
But Autumn a season of labor
You must reap the harvest
You must prepare for Winter.

I fell in love with a girl of Spring
A joyful, lovely, spirited thing
Her eyes were wild
Upon her face there was a suspicious smile
She was every thing a man could want
Carefree, laughter, emotions of Joy
O' my heart did she toy
Bountiful, free yes was she
This little girl of Spring.

I am a child of September
Born in the month that begat Autumn
Withdrawn, quiet, working hard
I have a strong desire to change the world
Just as Autumn does
It breaks down Summer, forces him to yield
To give birth to Winter
That is what Autumn does
And for all it's glory-for all it's change
Winter blankets him with her snow
So the change of Autumn goes unknown
So is the life of me
Only changing the scenery temporarily.

The other seasons understand
They have their place in time
They yield their beauty grand
But Autumn yearns for it all
He wants to fight
He waves his colors boastfully
He shines with colors bright
And Winter, she only laughs
And blankets him with her snow.

I fight for beliefs I hold dear
But yet I yield them to Time.
For Time rules all the seasons supreme
Time is the Father of all things
Time tells us we must only love
Those in which seasons we can share
Autumn could have Winter which he proceeds
But Summer has Spring which he succeeds
Autumn to Winter, Summer to Spring
That is how Time made it.

       (continued September's Child Part two)







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Seasons Mist

As the season's mist descends upon the coming harvest. The sweet smelling blossoms, consumed. The fruits, hung heavily on the vines, Sweet, savory. Emitting, a delightful fragrance. The powerful scents, clung, upon the mist, floating. As the shadow breaks, upon the wall, the arms of the sun embrace the seasonal face of mother nature. Unsurpassed by beauty, nurturing, this season's bountiful yield.


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Almost Autumn

it's september now;
the mornings are cooler
than just a few days ago,
the trees are curling their leaves
upwards, and turning yellow towards life.

one last kiss good-bye,
what choice do they have?

i remember when my roots were pulled,
it's been cold since then and
september had just begun,
it's never about choices.

the wind is whispering a song,
like a mother's lullaby,
and the leaves are falling like evening
across the sky, red-orange bliss
towards something they can't see happening,
yet it always rains beyond the blue
and i still taste it in that last kiss,

cold as the days that are soon to come,
soon the leaves will drop towards the ground
pile up and become nothing but a memory
several feet under winter's march
then decompose into nothing
more than stale air, 
yet, what choice do they have?

(my mother died Sept first, many years ago and this time of year triggers much emotion)


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Christmas Wreath

Wreath of spiritual colors enriches visions of beauty.
Beauty of life, love, faith, flow in charismatic style.
Style with glory of simplicity us each day share.
Sharing respect, with no distraction in daily life,
Life that surrounds every leaf that adorns nature,
Nature wrapped circle that envelops its gift.
Gift of peace, goodwill, graced in silver bells,
Bells ring of sounds of joy of New Year’s beauty.






Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta 
Contest Name Christmas wreath 


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October Considered

Step gently, my sweet,
Into the hallowed night,
And be not afraid
Of the mystery awaiting you.

See me as your escort,
Here to overshadow 
Frightening things,
Great and small.

To the gates
We must journey.
Your presence delayed 
Long enough.

Be aware 
Of where your eyes land,
For this is no time
To be foolish.

Seek now
The gift of courage
As you enter this domain,
So fascinating.

Deities ponder
Your existence,
And would have you
For their own.

Go meekly into the night,
My friend,
But wield your sword
Of righteousness well.

I’ll stand beside you,
Watching all along,
Counting every piece of candy
You’d dare consume.


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Spring Time Blossom

Blossoms only given in pink and white 
but of such sweet tempers
and as a branch or member of this royalty
we welcome lovely almond scented gorse and broom 
and leading now to the mayflower time
the aroma of spring
Oh! such aromatic incense soft dreaming of happy time !


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Leaving

You didn't really say goodbye to me,
As you, waving your hands and half-pouting,
Barely even glanced at me, then left.
At the time, who knew these moments were numbered?
 
I swear I saw your complexion turn to a rustic sunset,
As fall dawned on me, and realized that your winter is nearing,
One did not know that you were a leaf,
Nor did one expect that you would be leaving so soon.
 
Leaving is what leaves do, and
I now dread seeing you any more than I have to,
All I can hope for is your goodbye;
The fates are unkind if that is all there is for one to hope.
 
They say leaves fall before it gets cold.
Nay, it will grow colder upon your leaving,
I still dream that you magically turn into a branch, or bark, or root,
Or that at least, I too would be a leaf, and fall with you
Unto this earth, as it prepares to dream its better dreams.


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April

sun rays caught bedewed glint topaz,
weeds of temperate light
expanding promise-buds of summer joys,
and almond blossom memories
pass in favor of new life;
should ever there be blessings in the air
they are birthed from the warming spring breath
      of April
and a charm of hummingbirds
in a field of lupine


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Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love



To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL


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Unseasonably Warm The Light It Gives

Unseasonably warm is my heart,
warmed further by the sun near wilted grass
on a midday forage, whose emerald dew evaporated before it touched my tongue.

Unseasonably warm is my heart,
but empty is my stomach.

Unseasonably warm is my fur,
weighed down with perspiration in the rippling air
which woke me from my winter nap to wander wilting hotlands.

Unseasonably warm is my heart,
but empty is my stomach.

Unseasonably warm is my breath,
laboring to keep a gasp, as every step is heavier then the last in the fog.
The fog which permeates the rippling air, and stills my eyes with blinders.

Unseasonably warm is my heart,
but empty is my stomach.

Unseasonably warm is my stomach,
voicing it's unrest in the surly heat,
as I wander unseasonably through the forage which never bloomed,
searching for a meal which never woke
...from it's long eternal slumber.

Unseasonably warm is my heart,
untimely is my faint
...whisper to me from afar, oh keeper of my destiny.


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Images of Cotton Plantations

How beautiful are the creations,
that are beyond all explanations.
What lies forever of foundations,
the very majestic plantations.

Voices of opera soaring high in the wind.
The harp and piano linger at the end.
The southern climate in the spring will bring,
field hands ready for cotton picking.

Blooming white cotton fields in the sun that glimmer,
near the muddy Mississippi River.
Cotton wagons loaded with cotton bolls. 
Down the Mississippi the river boat rolls.

Gardens of flowers, red roses, and jasmine.
White doves gathering near the fountain.
The muddy river for irrigation,
horse drawn carriages for transportation,
are might fine images of great plantations.

A morning cloud of fog covers the lawn.
Planters in straw hats awake before dawn.
French doors open to the morning breeze.
Echoes of children and what they see,
hummingbirds, honeysuckle, and honeybees.

The very grand columns that hold the balcony high,
overlook the plantation for miles wide.
Golden curled ladies gather the veranda sitting in rosewood chairs,
for coffee, beignets, and jasmine sweet air.

From the grand house high on the hill,
a heron next to the spinning windmill.
A romantic oil painting is on display,
of a bride and groom on their wedding day.

In the background is the huge oak tree,
the frame made of mahogany.
Picnics under huge oaks streaming with moss,
images of plantations will never be lost.

The stairway leads to very grand rooms.
French windows open to the light of the moon.
The river reflects the history,
of cotton plantations along the Mississippi.
The people hold on to this grand memory.


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More Letters from Home

she sends me news of bushfires with the rain
falling, not falling, and the pain of the old man 
in the cold, biting hamarttan and the suspended feasts
she speaks of births and deaths on village lanes 
sometimes like falling leaves at Harvestide

with hope buried in palms  
the diviner himself is lost gazing at the sick hills 
painted with withered leaves of corn
 
lightly, she speaks in blues and lists what is all lost
except me, the Sun, rising behind the hills
and on returning will kill Death in the dark side of Home
 
I read the lines like rotten melons piled
beside my door or like baskets filled with dried raisins 
sitting in my studio hoping if I could tell Courage 
to hide me in some banana leaves 
till I touch the tip of an Envelope
from which drips Stardust like rain

here where my life seems sweet and strange
I read her wild excitement of a place
where stars fall on laps and nightingales sing long
I thought long of the broken years that don’t change
and my wailing lips touched the Cross 

I wish she knew how people live 
and never live at all in this part of the sea

if she knew, maybe
she will not tell me if she cries

I folded the pages as I rise
tipped the envelope from which
drifts scraps of blues from home
and there are dozens of such in my closet


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Collapsing Stars

Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and smoke memories
wrapped in Marlboros. 

Paint anagrams for me in the colors of 
raindrops and oil spills.
Send moonlight messages in the austere silence
of silhouettes and shadows puppeteered
by flashing fingers and flickering wicks.  
Dance with me in the musky autumn aroma
of crackling, symphonic leaves
and I will smash angels into frozen oceans
and lay breathless beneath you and a blanket of snow.
Together we will dodge the juxtaposition 
of an angry bonfire affection,
and let the consonants bound ahead of us
as we lay beneath oak trees and dream of laughter.

Lie to me in stanzas of forgotten rhyme schemes
and fill my ears with cotton and Dr. Seuss until 
the syllables of make-believe words contort 
themselves into definitions.
Play me a harmony of grace-notes that last
as long as a hummingbird’s heartbeat
and drum me a cadence that filters up 
from the ground like dust-motes in sunlight.
Allow me to lay 3/8ths of an inch from your embrace
and feel the dove wing kiss of your pulse 
against my snow-cap knees.

Permit me to take one last look at the 
collapsing stars above, to take in the startling brilliance
of a beautiful thing that consumes itself,
and I will be content to close my eyes forever
and let you be my supernova.

Allow me one more peek,
one more snapshot of clairvoyance,
and I will let your fingers tangle with my hair once more.
I will let your ear rest upon my stereophonic heart
and your hand to settle delicately on my concave waistline.
I will permit your butterfly touch to read the Braille
engraved in the crease of my elbow,
and your quivering fingers to slide along
the skin of my forearm, smooth as fiberglass.
 
Chase me with arms wide open
and a daunting smile on heavy-set lips.
Fill me with sweet connotations and lullabies,
and sweep the denotations from my grasp with gentle
whispers and caresses.
Allow me a glimpse of what is good, and true,
and honest,
and I will float forever without looking up
and wondering why. 
Speak to me, dear,
--together we will race to the ends of time,
and find that nothing exists but the warm imprint 
left by two bodies in the dew grass.


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Springs alive

Alone I walk
Amongst the maple 
So strong and weeping 
For so long they lay sleeping 
To awake to spring 
Blissful and singing
To greet bird that are singing                       
This time
And procreate
I elate 
Creatures arouse 
Along the ground and browse 
My senses enlightened 
To the seasons 
Heightened 
And bathe 
It shall upon the forest floor 
When vernal equinox opens its 
Door


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what autumn means to me

cool crisp mornings sipping hot steaming cocoa
wrapped in layers of warm outter wear
a scarf wound round my neck as if a present
my breath puffs out my mouth as if sos in the wind
brilliant coloured leaves falling frantically on brown ragged out ground
autumns delight!


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In Hail

A seasonal malaise plasters 
stray tendrils of wayward thought.
Another dreary gray day hovers.

Vacant is the sky, as empty as the 
surface of an unwritten page.
On days such as these the mind strays
through the attic’s dusty remnants.
Times freezes mid tick.

Stale…and salt less..simpering day,
humming to the background noise of distant stars.
Age has brought with it a leathery sensation,
as crusty, picked over bundles of brashness 
failing to ignite the fires of laggard thought.

Severing the ties, the starched cotton strings
of apron which held the crumbs of motherhood,
hopefully, causes a rising of, if not a phoenix...
perhaps, a cardinal of a different Spring.
Juices from a dry well, well, perhaps not dry?
Crisp, precise, if unpunctual, cookie fortunes
flutter upward, on curled strips of sugar coated white.
Who is to say, who is to be, the center
the jam in the depressed hollow of my life?

Let the mind soar for a settlement of glee.
Let it roar for the loss of flexibility and
trumpet a coming of age so rare…
for it is not madness which hovers
in the grey of dawn, or the wet bleak day,
but, the elegant solace of silver strands
their tendrils spreading unhindered
cuddled among the cue, not vacant at all.
Waiting…waiting to breathe.


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Spring Snow

Lush green growth
Life surrounds me
Soft white blossoms
Of the wild rose bush.
Right outside my window.
My snowflakes in May


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Autumn Night

October 1st. The musty aroma of dead leaves fills the cool night air. The passing of time seems like a blur as the fast moving clouds hide the bright crescent moon. Autumn is finally upon us, and yet nothing has changed. Just another season passing by like a distant relative you see on holidays. Sleep eludes me as insomnia holds me hostage in its chaotic embrace. Morning will come all too soon, rudely shaking me from some pointless dream. And October will soon turn to November, and winter will suddenly appear. I will no longer be able to sit outside and watch the night go by. I will shiver in the cold, longing for the gentle touch of spring. And so my night goes, alone with my thoughts. It's getting late so I will wander around until I can sleep. Goodnight crescent moon. Goodnight autumn sky. I'll see you again within a blink of an eye....


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Time

Clocks tick bells chime
willingly to tell the time

Seconds minutes hours days
Turn into weeks months then decades

Take time make time to look this way
in the middle of your busy day

I dont have time i hear you say 
my time our time gone astray

Im tied to time is another cliche you say
when you just want to get away

Playtime leisure time daytime nightime 
all this time that you are mine

As sure as nightime follows day
time is always ticking away


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BEYOND THE GLASS

Beyond the glass that holds my breath,
Autumn’s bright world has been wounded — 
Both nature and the markers of man
are wrapped in cold layers of gauze
as still and white as the fingers of death.

The deciduous are holding a vigil,
Elm prays with a shivering maple,
Their frail branches barely touch.

From distant chimneys, 
Escape long, thin sighs of smoke,
Each slightly calling to the horizon,
Gently, ever so gently poking,
For the sun resists its rising,
It appears, but sleep is in its eyes.

The wind keens against the pane,
A sound that quivers with unquiet.

Humanity, no different from beast,
Slumbers in caves, unwilling to leave,
Save for those with mouths to feed.

Sipping from a cooling mug,
Fighting a feeling of being confounded,
I watch and listen at winter’s bedside,
Let commissary shift, empathy tug.

From the roof an icicle begins to bleed,
See, how the pathways have narrowed,
Drifts have spread their maddening disease,
The sweet gleam of yuletide sadly recedes,
And while I touch the frost on the sill,
I think of rosehip and sage and yarrow,
Revoke the echo of a cleansing rain,
Then recall that Easter will heal all again.


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Summers Day

Another summers day
They all came out to play
Skirt a swaying
Bodies glistening
Fertile fields of exuberance
And with every chirpy call
And a shriek shrill
Came a muffled reply
And I say it's Summers day
How did it get so hazy
How did it get so high
I smelt it in the air 
I saw it in the mist
Leisurely strolls and lovers trysts
The birds charming the trees
The nectar inviting the bees
As I recline in padded pastures
Feeling the beats of earths drum
In timely rhythms of an accompanying heat
Listening to salient echoes of pattering feet
The fragrant air do I greet
And as the sun smile does recede
An encore from its pursuing friend
Rises a cosmic of the east
Enticing a good nights sleep
First a half smile ,then a glint
But in dutiful pursuit it rises
Then atop in glory, its beauty shun
Nocturne among shadowy masks
To traverse in pursuit of a lost cause
A sojourn in timeless tasks
Homage to mother natures call
A humble servant , you may say
But a hero I may recall


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The sweetest sign

Vital fluids slowly drip
into the bucket below.
Caught in 
black and white landscape
of trees, snow and shadow
in the early dawn.
our breath forms clouds
but breathing in 
we smell woodsmoke
and new maple syrup.
Surely the sweetest 
sign of spring.


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Forever My Love

whispering dreams
a beautiful love dances in anticipation
a soft elegant breeze began to blow into the room
I could see the hills climbing into the heavens 
as I gazed out my window
the door to my room slowly creped opened
she floated into the room as beautiful as an angel in flight
she turned to me and said dim the lights my love
light a candle of purity, a candle of two becoming one
only the candle light lit her face, stunning and graceful 
she came close to me
a loving embrace
passion............
I held her through the long summer night
I caressed her brown soft skin
I touched her lips of silk
our bodies together in endless love
a night that still lives on in beauty  
a love that has endured through each storm
my sweet bride
my sweet love
a life together divine....... 


  
 


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THE FORCE OF PASSION

THE FORCE OF PASSION

It’s Apparent--

bracing
exhilarating
pure
as the mountain air
that leaps
into my starving lungs

That Passion--

as ripe
as Autumn Fireweed
that Blazes
Seared Eyes
 & 
Bravo Brain
of even the
most cautious
and reluctant
Grizzly

                                     Passion 
                             North Wind Driven---

                        Will not go foolishly unheeded.


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First flakes of snow

Here they come.
First flakes of that white snow
Still stirs the child in me
Melting flakes on my hand
envelop me with nostalgia
Still I get that smile on my face
Still I start dreaming
Still I feel warm at heart
in that chilling  cold
Still I want to dance
With those first flakes of snow.


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A Soul Awakened

They bloom as buds,
The young and expectant
bursting with the life of spring.
Winter-bones, stiff with frost, 
Unravel the icicle wire;
Release the spry exuberance of
Underground bulbs of self:
Heart, mind, chakra points--rise,
Rise to greet the thaw!


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Seasonal Things That Give Me Pleasure

In Winter it's a new
laid blanket of
snow--
pristine,
immaculate,
innocent...holy.

Spring brings a
softer air, at once
both fecund and
perfumed, and
wildflowers leap
into life, and trees
are reborn in
gradients of green,
and life is
temperate, gentle,
fragile--
caught between the
two brutes.

Summer feeds me:
passion-hued 
strawberries, fat
blueberries, corn-
on-the-cob fit for
kings and queens,
while fireflies
dance and crickets
sing
for our secret and
quiet pleasure.

Now Autumn is
different-- a season
to glory death and
singe our unseen
immortal parts
awake. The trees
shed
their technicolor
tears to lay a
carpet
of sadness: by far
the bravest season. 


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magnetic poetry II

water trinkles downstream
as tinsel on a christmas tree


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Nights In May

Nights in May are so seductive, 
they make you wait for hours 
in that glorious stage light
from the west,
before they deign to rise 
onto the stage of the quite 
brief performance of their artistry. 

Their breath is balmy, laden
with that blend of all the 
fragrances they steal 
from blossoms, 
which coquettishly they 
wear like laces fastened 
round some young girl’s thighs. 

In May the nights flirtatiously 
wink at you with sparks  
they like to borrow 
from the stars,  
they expertly employ the
moon to highlight the smooth
shapes of budding lush fertility.

They cradle you in night-blue arms
arousing wishes rather than 
lulling you to sleep, till 
from the east
 pale heralds will approach
to make them organize their exit 
accompanied by the birds’ symphony.


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The Cornfield

The cornstalks vanished overnight
Shaven fields once flowing, green and gold
Now Dad’s evening whisker stubble 
Ghost limbs of the cornfield

Flocks of nomadic Ravens
Feast on the invisible
And scowl with those empty black eyes
Impervious to man’s judgment

And I think,

There is nothing as beautiful 
Than the first snow on a barren field
Shadows playing with the evening light
And dance among the vacant mounds


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my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me


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Solstice of the two faces

silky sunlight stirs the air
then, falling supine
with motion spills upon striking tips of oak
clenched between bony fingers
a passing vision of life,
where lucid thoughts
and passionate needs
are found resurrected in a winter's day
the graves of yellow daffodils lie 
beneath a blanket of fallen snow
inspiring faith in tomorrow


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Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


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Caravan

Caravan, caravan,
taking me where e're you can.
A place to rest, relaxing, fun,
whether in wind, storm, rain or sun.

To go any where we want to roam,
to take a break away from home.
Be it inland, town, woods or sea;
hills or vales, you'll shelter me.


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Breathing Lessons

The young oak in the backyard
has donned his yellow
before all the others
flaunting
flirting
struttin' his STUFF
lookin'
SOOOO
GOOD!...

...and the elders are smiling
taking their
time
having spent enough
in the space between breaths
to realize
to recognize
that to live is to die

smiling
oneness

smiling
sameness...

Autumn...

...is an exhale.


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REASONS AND SEASONS

What best friends 
hand in hand you walk
existing together through time, never separated
for reasons do seasons exist

Not always expected but you show up anyway,
with each ticking of the clock am assured you're still there only to show up at the 
right time
seasons are for reasons 
reasons for seasons never defined

Time comes and goes
tears fall, pain laughter, glory and shame exist
expectations are fulfilled or denied 
all in it's seasons for it's reasons 

You wait for no one 
never delayed, never hastened
nothing holds you back not even fear
you are indeed the season that exist for your own reason
making all things beautiful in it's season for it's reason


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Season's Change

Spring how wonderful for alas it is here
Birds fly all around making good cheer
My lover sits close to me and whispers in my ear "I love you my dear" 

Summer how splendid the pool parties began and all the kids hope it will never end
And then my lover comes to me and looks me in my eyes with sincerity  and says              "I'll always love you my darling" 


Fall has it all as the wind calls to the trees as their leaves fall and turn colors from what use to be green
As far as my eyes can see they cover the ground
I look for my lover but he can not be found
I call for him but he does not reply
Perhaps I will see him another time



Winter sets in  followed by cold icy winds
It blows poor trees which are now dead and bare
The sky has turned gray and the flowers have gone away and now I see snow
But where my lover is I still do not know
The snow touches my skin with soft icy pains of sadness 
With a broken heart comes many things anything but gladness




Weeks go by but it is not yet spring 
The snow has all melted and dead grass is all I see
Then I look into the distances for something has caught my eye
"Oh My!"  I cry it is my lover I see
I run to him and grab him joyfully
But that joy was short lived as he pushes me away
With his face like a storm he says "I don't love you anymore" 


Like seasons people also do change 
I know this now as I slowly turn and walk away....  


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The Summer Scene

Glistening skin,
Rays beating me from pale to bronze,
Slathering sun serum to push away,
Every beaming UV ray,
Rising earlier to start my day,
Bumblebees,
Humble me,
Find bliss by water,
Cruise from music to music,
Shower me with the beats,
Summertime is how we live.


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Seasons Without Sunlight

Seasons Without Sunlight

The skies are so dark
Clouds block out the heavens
Day appears to be night
As the sun races past
The moon goes through its phases
Unseen and unnoticed
The darkness continues
Week after week
Month after month
The clouds drift by
A solid mass
Changing but always there
The coolness of autumn
The coldness of winter
Seasons without sunlight


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Season's first Snowflakes fell

The season's first snowflakes fell
briefly,  for a moment.
They did not dwell.
The sky had brightened.
Sun shone on bitter cold.
Then they appeared,
Slowly drifting,
Teasingly,  to the ground.
The season's first snowflakes fell.


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Older

After the rain, the sun
on grass and lane,
delivering faceward
aromas that could belong
only to summer.

Sometimes, in later months,
we would pretend December’s rain
was July’s as we gazed
through steam-beaded glass,
the crackling fire behind us,
saying little, hardly need of words.

We would imagine we smelled the grass,
anointed with the gentle summer spray,
its beneficent caress,
so light of touch,
like a lover’s fingertips
brushing cherished flesh.

The crackling fire before us now,
we sit, say little, so few words to say,
each recalling how, long ago,
we could turn winter into summer.


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A Wintry Dawn

Gray.
Bathed in eternal twilight the city sleeps,
While the fangs of a restless wind
Hounds it four corners.

Mists of breath rise,
From the one who walks -
Through the eerie shroud
Of padded footsteps and ticking time.

Gray - 
Looming from the stillness
Engulfing the light.
As the Sun battles for its place
In the pinnacle of mankind's vision.

Silence.
Louder..
Louder than any sound
Kissing mortal ears
Defying life.

And still he walks
In solitude. 
In gray.


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Latenight No6

Missile in all the world;
Occupy the sky,
stream out steam out
the back
and don't apologize
don't recycle
don't waste time
don't feel anything
but the fuel in your guts
*hiss*


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Dear Ray

Hey there big sky,
is that your beam
spooning warmth to my heart?

She's making shadows again
and it's all cozy inside.

I'd like to photograph this moment
with my eyes
so everything will be bright
then when night falls
I won't trip over it's many hands.

Only the blind stumble into lies,
but not me/you anymore
together we resemble truth
on a hot summer day.

Blackbirds don't seem to notice
our new philosophy at all,
nor do the trees sway back and forth
to windless melody,
but those squirrels staring mindlessly
at your golden figure
are planning to steal my nuts

Please compose them!

Yours truly,

Sombre 


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Let Spring Appear

Bulging nests of humid
Gray are closing in
on shining patches  
of a distant white

pushing brightness

forward on the
windswept highways 
of the skies: let Spring 
come round to breed the light!


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A Glimpse of Promise

We welcome unexpected winter births
In this cold country: A new warmth
Delivered in our midst.

So far a-field we are, no home or hearth, 
Our lives and this somehow entwined,
His investment in future's salvation
Safe within this small skin.

Awakened in darkness, eyes straining to
See the faces of the desperate, hopeless
Strangers aching for a glimpse of promise.

Sleep now, precious gift, and do not 
Dream of tomorrow's tomorrow.  Love's labor
Will stay the bitter Easter for this 
Christmas child.

For a while.


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For Sweet November Rain


Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, rhyming
silently, across the vast blue sky
in waiting, eagerly 
for sweet November rain.
We knew, we both
have the need to feel 
what’s good to be touched… 
the truth was, by the way,
I enjoyed the beat.
We danced, whilst the noon birds warbled, 
with unchained melodies, as the passing wind 
gently rippled the field’s golden hair, till we 
settled, ourselves, into a naked ritual, exaggerating much 
the vers libre it was leading us, before
finally, we wrestled the night, with an adieu kiss.

Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, for 
sweet November rain to cleanse and freshen
the wrinkles we left on a golden field, of tares, 
…for its next transients!  


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low winter sun

Blinded by low winter sun
that rakes the icy field.
I shield my eyes and view
each furrowed rut
cut stark in sharp relief;
each new line so dark.

I peer as dazzling light
lifts thinning mist
from ribs of frozen mud
and see each furrow's crest
capped with silver dust.

Like sea-spray
in the morning light
waves furrowed white.
Foam flecks the breeze
as blossom flecks the trees.
Spring is on it’s way
but will not stay.

Summer sun is high
and in the sky swallows gather, 
then depart. 
Rain clouds loom. 

Though spring has not yet begun.
I’m blinded by low winter sun.
 


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The Background

The background;
No matter how artificiality conquers,
The background, shall remain.

City lights snatch the soothing darkness of night away,
However,
The background, shall remain.

Cars, smoke, pollution, whatnot;
Bury the sky, unreachable,
One thing, however, remains untouched,
The background, shall remain.

Now matter how much civilization tries to get rid of it,
God's handiwork; inked, invulnerable,
The background, shall remain.

As Earth shall ascend its grave,
The epitaph shall remain,
The background, shall remain.



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Lets Share The Gift of Christmas (Repost)

(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love)

The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree--
I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true,
In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above
I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, 
I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need

Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises
Saintly men and women, as even the angels do…
Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too --
While praying and joyfully praising GOD
As He allows us to freely do ~

The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you
May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~
Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day  
For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~
Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…


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Truth of our hearts

We are called into
A real stretch of loneliness
Time unravels
As I know myself
Standing apart from you
And our dangling hopes

Raw nerves busted
Our throats bigger
Than what we could claim
So again rearranged
The old titans of foe

No longer will I stride alone in cities creep
Life beams in dirt and trees
The vast unknown stretches forever


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MyTreeAndI

By dusk, the day will take its toll
I unwind with my daily stroll
And every day my eyes behold 
A tree, upon a mound. 

I see his life how he would see
We keep eachother company
Together, just my tree and me
And noone else around.

We laugh and sing and dance and play
And quickly waste the sun away
And soon its light that lights the day
Is nowhere to be found.

And now it seems I cannot see
I’m stuck here, fading, with my tree
Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves
My soul becomes the ground.


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Me in December

me in December is missing. 

i am found at all other times of the year

but right now...everything is severing

coming apart in little pieces falling to the floor. shattering i am deaf to it.

you are smiling, buying, giggling...drinking singing

contemplative i sit watching...waiting, just waiting 

green red, red green...snow topped mountains

it means nothing...when you cant feel it that false warm excited feeling that 
comes with the holiday. it means nothing to those who cannot hear the music 
coming from your heart. 

it means nothing to someone who is looking for more then it is meant. me in 
December is in mourning

i am missing...


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The Moon Did Spill That Night

I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past stoops that lined the blackened stretch of tar
sneakers and scarves so cool
that they melted and smoked at the touch
And from your window,
you could see it all;
you could see the birds and the beetles
contented in their coats of cold,
And you could see me stop
every evening at the foot of your door
and tip my hat to the wind
that blew like lips to horn.
Your window was a gateway
to a place too good to live,
too good to believe in,
too good to taste and smell and touch
when the sun was up and shining,
for everything that happened
happened at night,
when the pipes lit up and the children's shoe-soles
sounded loud and echoed proud through the alleyways,
and the TV sets ceased their roaring
for a moment long enough to keep the hopscotchers on their canvas-clad toes,
and the radio merely tickled the air
with notes of a blue
deeper and truer than the vastest, most empty starless sky...
And spilled on the sidewalk-chalked walls of brick and young love
was a moon,
a moon whose dusty, yellow glow
was all that we thrived in
all that we loved and hated and wished and kissed in,
all that we sang and shouted and drank and pissed in,
and all of us missed it
when the hours on the clocks of dark dried up,
leaving us with little more than empty gazes,
empty bottles and empty beds,
empty arms and empty heads,
promises broken,
desires unfulfilled,
but with sweetest day dreams
of the night to come.


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The Forgetfulness of Tuesdays.

She studied her shoes for ages, laces frayed from her obvious clumsiness

He touched her arm, lightly, as tornadoes settled themselves and memories
fought the weather,
her hair, it seemed, was nappier on Tuesdays, and he tousled her
when she woke up.


"Please" was always spoken too lightly,
she fell inside herself with the familiarity of requests
and apologized for winter's mess,
she shook her head,
her eyes always fell on Tuesdays,
and sighed, for how is tragedy
pretty?


He snapped pictures for their calendars, she pasted them above
dates and message boards on smudged kitchen walls,
she fell in love with the deterioration of paper
and decided hate would fit
him
better,
the stacked boxes above her refrigerator sang out lonliness
and the letters that wrote out their connection
on Friday nights
spoke now of neglect.


She walked through hallways, lit dimly by apple cinnamon scented candles,
and watched her shadow lead her though
silent rooms,
her fingers slid across the cracks that had become the voices of abused dishes
and anger, in January, when Tuesday's sun rose too cold,
when Friday nights made her
shiver
and the sweaters he laid upon her shoulders became threadbare,
for this was neglect
weaved in between with the threads of spoken love.


Day breaks in the middle of thought sometimes, as silence breaks
with breathing,
and there was a reminder at twelve twenty seven a.m.
that he was there and dreaming,
that she was useless, save for the hair that tickled her cheeks when they became rosy
from the wind that stung her alabaster skin on
Friday nights in January
and she tied her shoes, certain that the laces would soak in puddles
of melting ice,
walked through doorways as her shadow followed her
to the portrait of hope where alone wasn't signified
by the beating hearts that forgot to love
on Tuesdays.




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THE TENDER BEAUTY THAT SPRING WAS

Nothing makes one forget the stillness of a warm noon
more than that memorable stroll
with our sweetheart as butterflies 
gently flutter over us to be admired, making us 
remember the tender beauty that spring was. 


Everything around us emanates joy,
harmony is seen everywhere in this forest, 
but peace isn't the only thing the traveler seeks,
and surely bluejays can arise much curiosity
with their songs that sound good to the ear.


Walk with us on flowery paths, say hello
to the timid squirrels with long, patchy tails;
rosemary bushes are fragrantly sweet... 
to remind all the tender beauty that spring was.


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poetry

poetry is love
like a summer rain watering my soul
in a dry land
making metaphors grow and caress the mountaintops with laughter
inner beauty coming to light on the printed page
lighting the dark places of my life with revelation
changing rhythms with peaks of distinction
carrying away all of my worries
one word at a time…

(c) 2011 PoetryofMotion!
All Rights Reserved




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Element Nature

The world is based on the four elements; Earth, Wind, Eater and Fire They have given us water to drink Wind to breathe Earth to keep us warm Earth to keep us afloat, But, we have misused them and now we have angered them They havr risen and they will bring detsruction down on us Water brings raging floods Earth causes earthquakes Wind uses hurricanes to blow us away and Fire brings down lightning on us You want this to stop, You want this to end They have warned you They are merciless The elements will destroy all life and create new life.


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On and On

Tiger lilies decorate an altar of promise;
Cherry blossoms and leaves of soft, green satin
Unfold, and winter quietly smiles and bids

Auf Weidersen...

                           For now...

As he willingly pushes aside his brilliant white
Curtain, accepting the rhythm of God's plan,
Understanding that goodbye, 

In all her intensity, 

                                                Doesn't mean...


              Forever.


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the Lucid songs we sing

What colour is your blues
For it always fails to reach our spring
Adams abreach 
And Eve's the moment 
Our gardens sing

If the stars don't reach for you
At least the sun will greet you
Provides the light that allows smiles to blossum
Illuminates the soil that greens your pigment clean
And on to June Bugs you remain unseen

Did you finally settle that dust that rose
With the winters you miss I grow
It left you at a spring time breaze
Did you roll up your sleeves, fall to your knees 
draked in the soil from which cotton seeds

Did you prick your skin and bleed
Did you lie in a petal of roses and read 
as you gazed upon a sky that refused to die
Did you wish for the frost 
To touch the wind and fall subordinate to the cause

And as April died
You realized how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated
Yea as April died
You thought about how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated

"songs of a blank season"


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Pour Down Rain Day

Leaves soggy drowned on path
abandoned by walkers, joggers, 
bikers, boarders, 
lovers, mothers with baby carriages, 
lost soul wanderers, others.

Abandoned
earth musty
buried in compost's organic decay
splashes of mildewy moldiness
earthworms over-watered
wilting on bed of black lettuce
croutons for 
birds that wearily
snuzzle in treetops
with shiver blankies 
toe to beak.

Squirrels inspect nuts
for cracks against weather
neighborhood shock
follows new season inundation 
belly growling loudly
and shouting
dark, damp, cold
hints of
end 


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Frozen Seeds In The Dead of Winter



" Frozen Seeds In The Dead of Winter ... "

(Eccl. 3: 2)



Let Me Die
On The Cold Forest Floor
In The Glittering Dead of Winter

Let Me Not Cry
At Its Freeze-To-Death-Core
As I Lay In Its Rigid Center

And Open and Close
The 'Rest In Peace' Door
and Bid Dark Oblivion Enter

Leave Me Exposed
Where Only Blind Blizzards Snore
In The Harsh-Hush of Howling Censure

Take Me Deep
So An Avalanche Stores
My Frost-Mist and Ice-Block Sculpture

Where I Shall Sleep
As Heavy Snow and Sleet - - Pour
In This Glacial, Slumbering Adventure

Blanket Me, Goodbye
Where The Cold Ground Bore
The Last Seed of My Life To Endure

Wintry Sky
Sinks To Take Me Where Before
I Touched This Frigid Temperature

Now, Let Me Die
On Cold Forest Floor, I Adore
In Its Glittering Dead of Winter

... A Grave Season Fixture


        Written & Copyrighted ©:  1/7/2014
               by:  MoonBee Canady 


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IN MY WORLD OF YULETIDE CONTENTMENT

 In my World of Yuletide Contentment,
My mind wanders and loses sight of all current memory.
I lay back flat while flying through the full fresh air of aged time
Thinking of Christmases long preserved for the purpose of 
Personal Therapy.
 
All the time the buttons dissipate.
Every moment the touch screens recreate.
Wishes become emotional rescues.
Genuine laughter magically appears at its most grand and best cue.
 
As I sit in a little corner avoiding the typical kisses from the limelight,
I consume myself under the Mystical Mistletoe of Imagery and let it all kiss my blissless blues away.
The light festivals in my mind inspire candy cane smiles too sweet and spicy to ignore.
Then she comes….so Peaceful in her bathrobe of Serenity.
She teases me to teardrops that fall like a pebble toad escaping a predator.
Everything seems so Retro Better.  
All darkness’ nucleuses are drained with the warm ignition of a Love long deferred.
 
Now when I express joy, she adds decorative ornamentations of Sassafras Sunshine.
 Resurrected Tradition is the warm cocoa for my tinged soul.
I begin to Remember Me when Bountiful Flavors of Zest were freely skinny dipping from the Spirit within me.
I am blind to modernization’s sleeperhold cutting off the oxygen and blood supply to my personal effervescence.
Newly Inspired, I begin to celebrate.
 
However, just as soon as the festivities start,
The alarm of reality rains down on my snow angel creation.
A new, but routine, poetic emotion in motion clocks in and begins to construct.
Nevertheless, what remains is the buttercream taste of Her Saving Grace.
She leaves with me a Recipe of Merriment for next year.
Inspired, I refuel….exponentially excited in Wait….
 


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September Smile

Here in the Sun, Spring is receding
Winter is born in me
Your witchcraft besets me
The cold glazes my eyes
The green glares white
The clouds are cemented
There we are again
Longing for the equinox of our intentions
Pull me forward from this
Push me back into us
Divide me from this discontent
Shake this frost
Warm my bones with a September smile


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Tristesse

Tristesse

Do you remember hazy days in Paris?
Mornings painted with rain
delicious sunshine dancing on wet streets
like warm tears
washed away now with your reflection
in the quiet certainty
of a June morning


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My Christmas Miracle

        
The snow is falling ever so gently
Like diamonds if they should fall from the sky
The street lights showcase the downfall
All is quiet as the beauty enfolds

The snow is falling ever so heavier
Against the window pane as I gaze through
There is no rain tonight in our tropical climate
Snow for Christmas in our small  part of the world

The snow is  falling at greater  speed
The wind is blowing the snow into a frenzy
The temperature is dropping as the moments past
A blizzard for Christmas it appears to be

The snow is falling but  I can no longer see
Nothing but a white blur out in the world
But still I hold something close to my heart
For I had asked for a miracle tonight

Snow for Christmas in my tropical world


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ISN'T MARCH A MAD MONTH

Don't put away your winter wardrobe,
it's still chilly and you need a coat;
tornados are devastaing the Midwest,
and snow can only make it worse...
who dares not say," Isn't March a mad month? "


It felt almost springtime when temperatures
rose as high as fifty eight degrees yesterday,
and that was late February, but March is whimful
and anything can happen over twenty four hours...
buds on branches would love to sprout and bloom!


Don't catch a cold by wearing a tee shirt and shorts,
the changeable weather may fool you and you will get sick...
so wear a warm jacket, hat, gloves and insulated booths;
if rains falls, it'll be icy and cold can seep into your bones...
why not endure a little longer and say, " Isn't March a mad month?"


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wintered rings of saturn

the story's spoke
the songs she wrote
the long walks up the stairway
"I think i'll wear flair today"
Nothing really matters today

The storms she loved
The love she stormed
Swarm
the days alarm
you were mint, i was orange
I meant 
I enjoyed the way we formed
Admittedly 
we were children of porn
Late night fiilms and corn
an appetite for the born
slowly, calm down
go so slow now
You were a sunrise
I was a frown
It was sunset
where do we go now

There was a time
we unraveled with sand
When life resembled 
a portion of gravel at hand
charm was something you endured
but i didn't have
"to be," was something you'd taste
But i couldn't grasp 
so now it's back to 
old pen and pad
You were a dear old lad
Spinely, unwinding
Down
Here before 
Must we visit 
once more
storms now surround saturn
as they did when we were
around that pattern
Venus peers from a distance
My hair extends
but theres just something 
about wisdom

No ones going home
A song for the known
No ones going home
just a disarray 
of a promise never shown


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Spring Showers

The moist air come around once more
to start the new life of nature to be sure
spring showers that cleanses our world.

The snow melts to a degree for it is time to see
a world of wonders for everyone
that needs a spring showers to be free.

The ground gets all soft for things to grow
to be part of this emotional adaptation
is how we should know.

The binds of winter goes away 
to be come a new season to portray 
a wonder of colors and beauty.

The moment has come to use your umbrellas
in many ways can block the showers 
that might drizzle on us to ruin our day. 

Spring Showers Contest
March 25 2013


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September's Child Part two

  ( continued from September's Child Part one)

But Autumn does not love Winter
Autumn yearns for Spring
But Spring with her bubbling laughter
It is Summer she chases after
Hurt and disgusted Autumn becomes
A season of depression for his love rejected
His leaves of orange, red and gold
Turn to a decaying brown.

He tries in vain to change
To conquer Winter
Yes if this he could do
Then Spring will he be with
But Winter strong, her winds they blow
She buries him with blizzards of snow.

September's Child
A love he has lost
September's Child
Alone and tormented
Spring she will not have him
Summer shines him by
Winter she does control him
Autumn the season when love dies.

September's Child through he breathes
The breath of life
Deep inside he has died
For a love he can not have.

Came September I looked up at the trees
Red, orange , gold were her leaves
I plucked a few from her arms
And kept them in a paper sack of brown.

And I released them into the wind
That Spring.


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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.


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NATURE

People talking change of seasons,

Taking wings birds,on migration!


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Seasonal Meditations

Glittering snow-covered morning
with a cold, crisp feeling of expectancy
pours new meaning 
to the blue light of dawn.
The beauty and warmth
of summer is but a memory
of times when nature cared;
feelings were intense and creation's 
colors were a palate of lush intensity,
a moment in nature's eternity'
when she displays her capabilities.

The challenge of winter dares one
to fight for existence,
discover one's ability to survive
in a moment of confusion and cold,
whether crossing a moor or 
skiing the Alps.


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Good Friends

If you reach the gate before I do,
ask if you can bring a friend;
for eternity lasts a lifetime,
until you reach the end.
God himself can't cease the clock that sounds
our beloved chime.
Acute sublime;
an epic rhyme,
perpetual adieu. 
For You.


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first snowfall

Snowy, glistening mountains
Playing hide and seek with clouds
Air smelling of that fresh first snowfall
Chilly air with a rejuvenating essence
All of us huddled together in warm corners
Winter is yet here again, in full bloom..


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Nocturne of The Orient

Nocturne of The Orient

I woke upon a winter’s morn,
To find that summer had long gone.
And simpler games of summer days
Have turned to chess--where I’m a pawn.
I feel my heart where it was torn--
As sharp of edge as with a knife--
And know that I have lost the ways
That sheltered me from winter’s strife.

And where were you my summer song?
When I awoke no more to hear
Your graceful melody of care
Float gently ‘round and fill my ear
With essence, pure! Still lingered long,
Your heartfelt tune of life and loss--
To close my eyes would see you there;
An ancient soul of yin* and joss.**

Though shorn from life, my sweetest dreams
Still come to me when dusk brings sleep.
That little death that brings release,
While still I slumber dark and deep,
And rends my night upon its seams,
When wondrous sights I do behold--
That bring at last my soul some peace,
And chase out much of winter’s cold.

© Copyright 2013 Shawn H. Hall - All Rights Reserved

*yin - the feminine passive principle in nature that in Chinese cosmology is exhibited in darkness, cold, or wetness and that combines with yang to produce all that comes to be. Hence, yin=Femininity, and yang=masculinity.

**joss - a Chinese idol (or roughly, a deity). AKA, Spirituality

Thus, an ancient soul of femininity and spirituality.


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Trick of the Fae

The winter fae have come to call,
Leaving snow where they go,
As dreams of spring were in our minds,
Frosty sprites said think again,
And visions of laughter lit the night.






Form: Pentastich


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Wind Song

Love blew into my life unexpectedly on a warm breeze in summer, gently caressing me like a song, enticing me to give my heart. A sensation I had never experienced. Then, love blew out of my life unexpectedly on a frigid gust in winter, silently, chilling me to the bone. My heart turned to ice. A sensation I had never felt. Love returned to me unexpectedly on a soft breeze in spring, like a familiar song. The wind became still, waiting for my heart's reply. By summer, my heart thawed and danced on the breeze, warmly, embracing love once again. Love lives in the wind song of every season and I live happily dancing on the breeze.


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Garden feel

What does a garden feel

A flower feel

A bud feel 

A seed feel

When the beholder 

Goes missing 

who can it complain?

Except the Lord. 

Yet the feeling of 

Loneliness remains

Till the first step sounds

Till the first eyes meet

Till the first breath taken

Till the first smile spread

Till the first joy breaks out

Till the garden echoes with sounds


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Winterlong

There is a stillness in the cold
When everything sets into a deep freeze
And the clouds cast a red glow

The snow on the ground reflects
But it doesn't speak
It only covers what has already been

The stars seem to shine brighter
Piercing through another passing night
They're light millions of miles away
And thousands of years ago

Can we comprehend what we cannot see
And can we understand what we have?

As one mystery unravels
Another becomes more tightly wound

And yet still winter passes
As some are lost
And others are found


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Time's vacation

Spring's here.

Birds sing as they flutter.
Honey drips from the sky.
Plants explode like champagne.
Sun penetrates my soul.

It runs like a river through my veins.
Flushing out the winter frost.
Barbecues drift through mossy fences.
Invisible pleasure sifts past me.

Time slows down, practicing for summer.


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Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


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Life of the Grasshopper

Life of the Grasshopper





The birds are flying south for winter
The chipmunks have squirreled away a stash
The ants have slaved all summer to survive
But another season still holds death


The grasshopper has no pretenses
It lives its days
But lives in the moment
Then dies
Just like everything else


The grasshopper had a lot of life in its year
The bird, the chipmunk, and the ant all had a lot of years in their life
All used up working to delay the inevitable
Looking, but never seeing a silent, still moment
A dandelion trying to catch the wind
A ripple racing on a stream
A cloud cartwheeling across the sky
A forest reaching for the sun
Perfection


They’re too busy to find peace
Holding too tight to find release
Mocking the grasshopper’s wisdom
Resenting it for its life of freedom
And its peace with death


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Summer

Water lapping against golden shores
as kites fly in the
azure skies
attached to children who go running

dogs frolic in and out of the water
chasing sticks
and shaking themselves into a dry state of being...

summer blasts it's way past spring and flies
headlong into autumn
staying for a short time to
tan the bodies of those who bask in the  molten rays of sunshine

I am loving this summer
as it calls me forth to play
I dust of my bicycle and
that's all I need to say


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30 days hath September

Just 30 little days in which to turn around A whole new season, new school year The cooled breeze scented with academia, apples and the most tenacious of roses Spiders invading bathtubs, lazy bees Stubbled fields, the grass now yellow where emerald blades once flourished
6 Sept 2011


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I have arrived

I wonder why that one leaf clings 
lone and wind-tattered
to the weathered old oak;
held firm between gnarled fingers
long after the others have given in
to spiral dance in bravery to the ground below
Is there hope, a promise made
between leaf and tree
of something greater yet to come,
or is it reluctance to let go, even fear that inspires such hesitation?
I have been more and less like the second leaf, than the first
(though I would dearly love to know what it waits for)
I lack the patience for hanging around
so I let go 
into the arms of fate
never to know whether I will fall or be caught
until I have arrived


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Snow

Looking out my window when the air is cold and brisk
I see the sun is shining and my heart is filled with bliss
Knowing that in this beauty nothing can go amiss

The snow is new and glistneng in it's white and untouched glory
Waiting for children to come and play, making their own happy story

As I watch new snow falls and there is magic in the air
I feel the elation of everyone that is there
Creating a snow man with spagetii for hair

Soon they'll come inside, cold and dripping wet
The children, they are all as happy as they can get

I await their smiling faces inside by the fire
With hot chocolate and listening to Cristmas songs sung by a chior

Jacque Graham
11/1/11


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Fall's Approach

Soft are the puffing chimneys,
Sad is the willow which weeps its mournful tale,
Quiet is the golden meadow, soft hay a whispered breeze,
As Fall is fast approaching.

Ghosts come soaring in brisk nights as howls through the air,
But make an ethereal farewell ‘pon sanctuary’s rise.
A rise it is- such brilliant light- to conquer and behold,
The mysteries untold of in his final warm embrace.


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Association Memory

Communication is association
Let the garden of thought flow
Great strides are made in venting
Simply voicing images, passion grows
Dreams situate themselves unknown
Independently arising, mirages blow

The floating energy grows titanic
Ambition unleashed in heat
Soon leading to decisive action
Even in our cardboard world
Mummies of memories spring to life
A verdant pulse is culled


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Transience

I can recall a summer day,
transient as a butterfly.
Fields full of poppies,
hazy with heat,
and pollen on the breeze.
Somewhere there is a memory
fragile and bright
that like a butterfly
captures a lifetime
in one perfect day.

And in the grass
the hoar frost
melts in winter sun.
Icy droplets drip 
into frozen streams. 
The world is bathed
in rosy light;
a fleeting fire
as the sun goes down
on another perfect day


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LEAVES WEARING TRIBES

Animals and birds enjoy no seasons,

In summer,

In winter,

In hot and shower,

Tribes wearing leaves,

Hot summers releasing me from coats,

Cold winters keeping me inside the coats,

Why?



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Love must be so pliant


Love must be so pliant ,
like a blade of grass,

Bowing to the wind,
till the storm has passed.

Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.

Waiting for an answer,
Nothing is on file.

Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.

Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be


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seasons

 
In the hands 
Of mother nature 
Summer shines 
In the heat 
Blossoms bloom beautiful 

From a bouquet 
of every colour 
The sun relinquishes 
Her throne 
to night 

Falls in leaves 
Golden in celebration 
Petals whither 
Die in her honour 
The fruit 
her summer bounty 

Awaiting the arrival 
To feel 
In the harsh coldness 
A chill in the bones 
Falling to winter 

In the beginning 
Spring awakens snowdrops 
Kissed by the sun 
Smiling new beginnings 

In the sound of music 
Song birds sing 
As the cock crows 
welcoming the sun 
Sings to the light 
in joy of life


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Changing Season

Crystal white  
dew crunches underfoot ...
late winter
late spring
freezing air in April
what will summer bring?

Old folks always talk
about the weather ...
the rain now masking the daily fear
of death.

Its getting closer
permeating consciousness
with its insidious reality.

Yes, what will summer bring
and will I survive
another winter
is how the mind begins
to tally the sand
as it flows through the hour glass
crystal white.


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Springing towards Spring

Are we springing towards Spring as lamb tales adorn the wood 

as these catkins catch the twilight Sun as infant snowdrops hide 

in the greenery their white lights shy until they are bunches bold? 


Are we to have a fast forward Spring that will confuse all creatures 

even us as flood warnings are made redundant, or like last year will 

Winter will return with delayed vengeance before a quickie Summer?  
   


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Her Story

Yellow and orange
Consume the wonderful fall
For this little girl
Fall is when she falls in love
She rises with the spring
She is at her peak in the summer
But she cannot keep strong
All Year long
So she falls when the leaves fall
She is in love now
Fighting for this one boy
Giving him all she's got
She finally hits rock bottom
In the winter
He breaks her heart
Shatters her so
She only remains that way though
For a short while
Because with spring comes relief
With summer comes strength
After that her story starts again


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Bad remix

She said " With you I wonder what life would be like"
Its OK its awright this girls a champs maskot 
Love, pain, passports, sex, drugs, fast forward 
Money stacked up, anything you ask for
 I supply the passion all night therefore
 You're messing with a real friend thats right
 Running circles around his ass all night
And I might be carrying heavy metal and my speakers be blaring this
The A Team i camoflauge my pain Assassins double agents keep it Classified
The cameras at the red light see you in your bra right by my side
 I'm in the city after nightfall see the lights
I never cast my pearl before swine
Shooting stars , stars fall, battle scars and glass hearts I never break
I just wanna jump your bones
Toss your head back laugh loud
Wheigh the pros and cons baby I'm still calm
Put it in park and turn up your sexdrive


She said " baby I been bad to you"
 He said " baby I Never made love but I promise to be good to you though"


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Facing the Emerald Sea,Revised

 Walking slowly along the beach,November’s wind is cold, As is the water,
I run from the pearly waves drawing towards for my dry feet,
Reaching my eyes,where as to follow,reminds me of where I used to go,
Watching the brilliant colors of the crisp clear sunset,
Casting the greatest gleam across the sky,lit as if an arch-less rainbow,
Fading Emerald Green flashing brightly before dark sets in,
The early full moon's reflection is as far as I can see
Reaching out to me ,across the ocean waves,I become in a trance,
All dreams ,even ones that come true,must be awakened each time after another, 
  I turn with a teardrop, as I face the my world ,back into the race I descend,
The moon and walking on the ocean waves, is all that I live for,
I carry sand in my shoes to remind me of you.


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After The Rains Came


I'm oozing now I can’t stop 
Come live by me or close in that tree top 
Or by my shore like flowers bloom 
Before I'm dry again soon 

Feel my running waters glide along the rocks 
I will soon get them smooth or leave them with cracks 
I'll green you and oh how I love 
To give you my name and feed you dove 
Soar down by my springs, delight in my flurry 
Stay awhile and fill up no rush no hurry 
And if go you must come back soon 
Bring your little ones and friends too 
Sit by me and spread out there is room 
Sing to me, in your own voice, a tweet coo 
There are worms here just by the banks 
I hope you enjoy it, no need to say thanks 

So its a date the then tomorrow before dawn 
I hope you will try, I have waited too long 
For a reason to flow down this path again 
I'm yours now please come by my summer time friend


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Over the Golden Week

Over the Golden Week:

Despite autumn, weather stubbornly refuses to cool. 

Started all on a plane, the studied indifference
as opposed to a bus the difference is studied
sick between Australia and China. 
(because of the physics)

One polar to the other with intention
in multiples (unknowing) in different colors 
(willed), rich wine drunk with color.

powder-pink a hint of mauve, 
tight around the upper thighs, 
last of that color, that powder 
pink no compact holds.  So I decline

subtle snakeskin does more for my dark circles 

Jade in Shanghai, not in situ,
but very versatile, 
silk too short, wool perfect to the hips, (for fun, mostly), 
gorgeous long dark red wool, 
draped organic wave-folds and flower petals   
Now more comfort subdued, show-offish 
style a lot of draping and layering 
which conceals as it reveals. 
Jade specializes in that sort of thing.


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Autumn

Leaves of gold, red and yellow
Dance to the ground to a tune oh so mellow
Silent footsteps of a lonely lover’s grief
Trudges through the foliage that lady autumn herself conceive
A desolate sparrow that’s gone astray
Returns to its nest now bare and gray
Soon the land will turn ashen and cold
As it was before in days of old
But through all this you could hear
The laughter of children, full of cheer
It is not long till Demeter’s lovely flower to her restore
The flower that brought the wild winter wind, to awake and roar
Soon the lonely lover will find a better day
 Soon the lost sparrow will be on his way
Soon love shall fill the air and the earth will bloom
Restoring to its grace what winter has once doomed


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Winter Solace

O that winter
Could calm the raging storm
That her kisses so tender
Would silence tempestuous fire
Cradle me in her icy embrace
Let her pure snow
Blanket over every hurt
And freeze these endless tears
May arctic lullabies
Lull me 
Into slumber eternal
Where dreams of crystalline flakes
Cover, conceal tragic memories
Until this anguished heart
Is laid to rest
No more to suffer
Another tortuous, heavy beat
Let me sleep 
Forever in winter's loving embrace.


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Autumn

When autumn catches the unwary gardens
All the sightseers leave it to itself
It wails on its fate
On the destruction of all its blooms
Remembering the spring air
Its heart bleeds
Can someone assure my weary garden
That spring air is itself 
eagerly waiting for it
Unless it endures the freezing cold
How can spring air come into its fold


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The path of dreams

Tracks lead down a dusty memory lane
adorned with trails of dreams I've left behind 
Balmy vapours rise, sweetly intertwined with the
surreal patchwork of gold and shade
soft beauty of morning light
gilds the fragrant blooms, cascading down,
in a vision of springtime splendor


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As Winter Calls

Autumn leaves fall gently swayed on the wind
Upon a tranquil peaceful rill they come to rest,
Stirred by a gentle breeze they journey easily
Drifting along amidst tiny twigs of leafy trees,
Across a river born of pristine mountain snow
Below mirrored images of fluffy white clouds
Leisurely traversing glorious crystal clear skies,

Life’s richness swanning over the mountains 
Enriches the eye and uplifts the spirit within,
Springing forth patchwork quilts of wandering
Natural artistic palettes across rolling hillsides,
Of once distant souls renewed, lost recollections 
Nature’s ever endearing heart song reaches out
Enlivening memories of Eden’s garden past,

Like tiny sailboats midst wide and stormy seas
Cast by eager waves they bide timeless rapids,
Rambling passengers cascading at waters edge
Overleaping glad iridescent rainbow waterfalls,
Betwixt varicolored fellow autumnal passers-by
On board nature’s enduring watery ferry ride
Till hope completes wintertime’s seasonal dance

© Eugene Harvey


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Just some thoughts

Fall through the mist of sky 
Catch a drop that lets us breath
Smear the heat to cover your chills
Ignore your growing nature lust


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Winter

In winters cold I found you
Lost too long to warmer times
Silence and solitude thoughts reflect
In frosted panes you appear fractured
Lines running deep, pane to pain
Written in crystal clear poetic justice

Stephen


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The Rain is Falling

The rain is falling like the tears of a 
million angels weeping for the world.
Water running down the old tin roof 
sounds like music floating on the wind.
It’s rhythm flowing through my mind, 
filling me with peace and contentment.

Cooling the hot summer air as it 
falls across the landscape, 
it makes me shiver.
It brings life to all it touches, 
the plants and trees cleaned and caressed 
by it spring to life.
I can see their happiness as it rains down on them, 
their leaves ever so gently washed and bathe.


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WHO LOOKS FORWARD TO SEEING SNOW

Temperatures constantly drop,
the first chill stroke my unknown sense,
that sense which causes depression:
when winter knocks once as luck does
to state its indisputable intention....
who looks forward to seeing snow?


Children like snow and some adults do also,
but thinking of how cold it will get,
most of us rather think of sunny beaches
on those islands savoring summer's dreams...
then who looks forward to seeing snow?


By the ajar door, where shivering robins eat my breadcrumbs,
I hold and sip a hot cup of Miss Swiss chocolate 
and curiously watch how they struggle with their iced beaks:
I pity them and let them in...who looks forward to seeing snow?


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Clannish Hyperbole

Hand-me-down myths,
  like ancient monoliths,
    clan's fondest memories
      by nostalgia embellished;

larger-than-life sagas,
  truer-than-truth legends,
    hyperbolic narrations
      of happy exaggerations;

that's ancestral history,
  coloring one's genealogy,
    seeping, coursing down
      bloodlines, tribal milestones,


its gravitational whirl stirs
  generations'  imagination,
      east, west, north, south
         through word of mouth!


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Captured Sky

Captured Sky

The distant sound of thunder rumbles through every cell in my body
As the charged air jumped my heart and excitement in this captured moment

The Rain held dark and gloomy clouds made their treats across the midday sky
First a drop then a thousand to join in a force of hypnotic sounds and rhythm 

To finally wash away the long… a waiting, dry, and thirsty land once again.


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Bring me the autumn

I remember you as you were in the
last autumn, The leaves adorned my
heart with your music, 

they were sounds
of your cadence voice that never left
the air like echoes in the wind, even
the birds sang like you, 

they had your
tongue and throat, you were the artist
with no fame, your appearance your
voice were steady and calm.

They brought to me hymns and peace.
In your eyes the serenity of your soul
were like flames of light that never burned.

You were like the  white sheets of my bed,
always in peace and warm, the autumn
brought back your guitar your slow melody
like a breeze beneath my curtains,
and my house was then singing like
my heart.


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Late Winter Sunrise

From the morning twilight,

the sun rises too highlight,

a beginning of earthly birthright,

and set about the day,

The light, shining firsthand,

shimmers across the land,

as night feels its strife,

light's behemence to life.

The morning dew,

who once condensed,

decamps into air,

as incalescense prospers.

A light breeze jostles,

a branch in season dormant,

life passionately waiting,

this cold season's debarment.


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APRIL

April leaves again,

Having just arrived,

Bringing flowers for May,

Bringing sunshine and showers,

She turns and walks away.




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resin of summer

autumn gently grabs the lungs,
squeezes out the resins of summer
slaps you into seriousness,
takes children from laps
extends silence into issues
invites another ring of fat-

time to button up living
roll another 4 inches of insulation
praying the old motor can handle another season
of less margin for error

autumn has risen to eye level
ordered sparrow into his feather hut
povertized the ice cream man
under damp pointed jewels. 

a chorus of windchimes are shrill
like a voice of metal and ice
winter will quarter autumn
plaster its legs into death-


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Water Lights

Hose pipe ban water lights up the dawn as the wet shines windows, cars and roads, dulling the once bright pink cheery cherry tree drooping with melancholia, until we see the yellow and pale green of the artificial tall electric light trees that reluctantly give way in our river suburb, to the one patch of sallow yellow sky rising east of the church, pushing brown clouds away while pulling in the bright blue sky after the bright wet night.


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My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


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The Gardener

Spring stillness, morning dew, 
the trowel pressed into black loam,
home for worms and pill-bugs.
Tender seedlings, just unfolding,
planted into the rich earth. 

Pulling weeds, planting seeds,
the arbiter of life in this 
small patch of green
reclines beneath the spreading tree
and waits for summer.

Roots grow deep and stems, striving 
toward the soaring sun, rise up.
Next season’s bursting bounty 
swelling in Summer’s heat.
He pours cool water from a can.

Red wagon, wheels sinking, 
overflows with abundant produce.
A colorful bounty paints Autumn’s
silhouette on her table as trees,
slipping into slumber, release their leaves.

Winter’s white paints a silent blanket, 
the hearth ablaze, a jar of peaches
near the frosted window. 
Soon, the first thaw will come 
to liberate Spring.


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Murder of a Betrayed Soul

Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? 
 As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty?
Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn’s first kiss.
Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter?
Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? 
As the season’s tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush?
Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society’s thoughtless whims.
Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. 
Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. 
Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? 
Have you betrayed your soul?

                                                                                                                                Summer Gratias


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Compton Ghetto Art Christmas

youd have to see it to believe it
but im making compton famous
a medusa mask
tribal
leave a candle burning
and a wall of clocks and mirrors
and a wedding day gift i painted

so you walk to your car
or into your apartment
and my window do you see
the blinds always drawn shut

but this artist game is open season for criminals like me

there is a candle burning beside the book 
with exactly that title

a kite and a flag of rainbows
and several mirrors to haunt your soul
kept safe by the hands of time
in case you have shattered one

but the grinch of the ghetto christmas is reminding one and all to behold
the cracks that keep us cold in the winter
the pots and the pans
sure it seems messy
but there is such a method to the madness

a pet nmaed rock
and no cats are allowed
but when you wlak by or drive by this view of the closed curtain of lights 
and delights

we're onto the mayor of the surprise holiday now

remember loose lipped sunken shppied


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Flaky romance

Amazed to see 
the flaky romance
of snow with whirling winds……
As if nature is playing
a pillow fight….
With all its might….
Or as if it is showering
flower petals in honour
of his muse…
What an ambiance it has created for his love 
in no time…
The layout so serene
and groovy
Even heaven is looking down with envy
After the tumult is over
The eagerly waiting Sun
comes out to see what has
been created in its absence
The earth appears  sparkling
As if layered with diamonds
Leaving everyone spellbound
With such a startling view…


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Nature

I gently glide through the flowered fields of life,
My fingers tap the ends of the petals,
Habitually hitting like typewriting excercises,
Smooth but Jagged.

The wind blows mightily for a second,
As if warning me of trials forthcoming,
Pieces of pollen dance joyfully in the air,
And then sink to redemption.

The ground whispers as i pass,
Taking deep breaths,
As i climb the lowest mountain, 
And cross the shallow vallies,
Into Nature.


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Tuesdays Are Free At The Museum

My hands are busy with today, 
but my thoughts hang back 
in the humid air of a deceptive 
yesterday; to dinner and the jungle heat 
congealed under umbrellas, 
stained with the residue of city traffic, 
too loud and too close for significant 
atmosphere to stand any chance 
in factoring urban style. 

Paris, it wasn't, but the setting suggested 
the delusional coolness of a sidewalk café. 
The invisible sultriness that had seduced 
the day forced rivulets of sweat 
from even the chic-est brows tucked beneath 
the shaded shadow of the backdropped skyscraper. 

Heat had the upper hand, and with attitude, 
flipped off the advancing breeze from the lake; 
defeated, it proffered nothing more 
than the stale breath of a probing lover. 

The haricots verts were passable, 
the whitefish with pesto-laced orzo - 
commendable. The coffee? Ah, the coffee 
was an invisible accompaniment 
to a parody of authentic New York cheesecake. 
It was a one sip, one bite affair, exchanged 
for an iceless margarita in deference 
to the science of cooling the body 
with room temperature libations. 

Jose winked from the glass 
as I settled back in my chair 
and began to paint a self portrait 
for other people's minds. 

It's what a poet does 
on the avenue in Chicago, 
in the heat, in July; 
eat, drink and imagine 
you're seen. 


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Winter's Kiss

  A cock crows and somewhere a forlorn wolf howls at the hated approaching 
dawn.
Then the suns rays break over the horizon in its magnificent splendor.
I loook at a tableau that Mother nature has dusted scintilatingly white ,with the
kiss of winters first snow.
The mighty tree limbs are bare, shivering , a cold gale blows through the 
skeletons that once were vibrant  and green.
The heartless wind cares not for the worries of this world, bringing forth portents 
of Winters first kiss.
There is an uneasy stillness, no movements, no sounds. all life is in slumber
deep underground.
Waiting.....waiting,  for the sun to bring forth warmth with the first touch of Spring. 


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They Said Goodbye

As they end their search
for fireflies with only 3 in the jar
I realize summer is nearing its end.
The signs are all around me.
How did I miss them creeping up? 

The tiger lilies that proudly 
lined the driveway, 
greeting each guest with a
brilliant show of color, 
are now nothing more than green
swords waving at the kids as they
ride their bikes past.
The once bright orange blooms
are lying on the ground
crisp and brown
waiting for the next good breeze 
to take them on their first (and last)   journey.

The neighbors tree is starting to
change into it's Autumn wardrobe already.
Its uppermost leaves shimmering in the sun
an almost exotice combination of
reds and oranges.
Its message reads as clear
as if it were a billboard: 
''SLOW DOWN- Summer ending soon! ''

I see even the kids are showing
signs of Falls quick approach.
They're losing that spring in their step 
and now are moving along at half-pace.
They seem to sense the upcoming school year
and I can see the dread in their eyes
as if they're losing their best friend
and there's nothing they can do about it.

With a look of hopelessness
I watch them open up their jar
to release the 3 fireflies.
But, unlike their usual releases
where they tip the jar upside-down
and shake the creatures out, 
this time they just removed the lid
and set the jar on the picnic table.

They sat there patiently
watching until the last firefly 
had found its way out.
It was as if they knew 
this would be the last time 
they caught them until next year 
and they needed time to say goodbye.


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summer

Summer
Summer days they go by so fast, I wish they would slow down so I could make them last. The hot days sitting under the sun, wish I could have a hamburger on a bun. Now the season coming to an end is such a bummer because there’s no more summer.


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in our infinite return

I blame it on the light
pretending. Auburn bright and Autumn
too.
Fainted dim of our December
imparts the solemn fall of all to
view.
Crass comes the stilted body, amalgam
in the slanted rain. The April rains a timbered
soak.
The rings. O time! O time remains.


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Spring Revives Nippon

If streets had beats,
Ours would be steady,
Diversity beautifies Mt. Airy,
The veins of life are blue and bright;
Here,
Nature revives our lives,
The grace of spring arrives,
I hear the children at play,
Today is pleasant,
Today is positive,
I feel so alive.


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The storm of New England

Decayed ivy trails holding on with its last grasp 
There visible etchings left marks upon the brick 
Where the wind ever so gently moves and wiggles
The remaining leaves 
A reminder of the change that has surfaced 
A winter storm has landed
And with a driving intensity 
That gentle wiggle has blossomed 
The skies have released its frozen nightmare  
People fussing about 
Trying to get home, with the forces 
Hammering their windows
Cars skidding and screaming through the night
And there are those that gave up the fight 
Abandoning their vehicles where they ceased 
People on foot walk with heads tipped down
Fighting the driven snow 
For those that made into their domain 
That would shake off the weather and sigh of relief 
To have made it home in one piece 
Winter has laid its grip on Boston 
And its magnitude can be seen 
With white matter hanging is seasonal magic 
On the limbs of trees 
Obstructing views 
Embracing walkways and blanketing homes
And looming a hush to the city streets
Winter’s born



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Transpose

The air is breezy, the night is silently resting under a moonless sky.
Incense burns strong but on this night;
 the scent was like faint words to an untrained ear.
No Moon to gaze upon, nothing to offer condolence.

And just as discontent quickly enters, it leaves.

The wind rises,temporarily transposing all thoughts rational, all things not rooted,
all things unclear.

A moment in chaos passes quickly but the memory cannot be repressed, 
appreciated.

The clouds, gone with the wind. The moon; once hidden, illuminates.
 The scent of vanilla filled the cosmos and the song retold creation 
A melody in which the beautiful voice perplexes the laws of science.

The song that exalted Kings and crowned Queens played until the Sun silenced 
him dead.


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Perfection in the Sky

Some days you see perfection in the sky
and it can bother you that that perfection
is not within you

Some days you look up to see dirty buildings and filthy air
and you wonder where the beauty is 
and if it really still exists
and you realize the outside does not match the beauty 
desired inside

Some days the sky is gray and rain falls in relief
And its in these days that you are in peace
because whatever hindrance that you keep pent up
is somehow comforted by the sky's release
And that part of melancholy
can just be

...And it is in these days
when you are wrecked and cloudy,
that particles of hope condense
ready to rain joy upon you,
because you know that in the morning
bright blue will once again gleam in your eyes
and the air will breath of relief
and rainbows will speak of the promise of life
and the perfection you see in the sky
will spill straight into your soul


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Seasonal Confusion

Football games and parades
And naps after the big dinner
For all but cooks and cleanup crew,
That's just the way it is.

The big shopping day on Friday
As dictated by the season,
Confusion and maxed credit cards
As we dine on yesterday's leftovers.

Thanksgiving is always slighted
As we hold our breath for Christmas,
Trying to please, remember colors and sizes,
Wanting to cut up the plastic.

Too much food, too much drink
Means the yearly resolution of diet;
Baking we don't do the rest of the year
Is left for the twelfth month of glitz.


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Yuletide Aria

The harp and lute sing in duet:
filling the air with songs of peace.
Audience can't help but to sigh, so deep;
as the voices of heaven
descend the earth.

The flute has whispered
to the autumn breeze-
the carols of winter,
and yuletide greets;
children read the notes of mirth
as they await
the birth of hope.

Indeed, a symphony has now commenced,
among the angels and chapel bells;
and yet the child, in his corner, dreams: 
swaddled in humble tattered piece.


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Summer Morning

When sun is bright with its vibrant light,
When water level gets down from its height.

Summers are  where hot winds blow,
When sun gives all its glow.

During Summers the Mornings are mystical,
Where birds chirps sounds musical.

Morning Dew makes Mornings Refreshing,
Just a cup of Tea takes away all the stress.

Where nights are cool and serene,
Moonlights in the blue,
All around seems to get filled with
Evergreen hue.

Invincible Summers make me mesmerized
its time to make minds get Energized ...


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The Eyes of the Still

crimson sun
blink
        blink
mother and child
snow
        blink
red traffic light	
blink		blink
blink
school bus
copper toned speckled pavement
	blink
stop sign
	blink 
blink
hard hats
		blink
simmering asphalt
caution tape
blink		blink
wheels go round
	blink	
blink
shoots and morning dew
	blink
crimson sun
blink		blink
i see	i see	i see
still the eyes
		blink
have no clue
blink blink
what to expect
		blink
and beg for more


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Sunlight

Hints of gold swarms the tips of trees
a treasure chest lingers up high
and bowing in the breeze at your presence
beckoning your eyes to lift from the floor

I touch at the brilliance
and warmth bursts through my veins
wrapping me up in nature's film
protecting, collecting, dissecting thoughts

Only now is the moment
it will soon be gone and the glinting sky
will be poisoned by grey
as swirling winds brush away the sun

This is my nature
lingering thoughts echoed throughout
as day becomes night in my soul
and the beautiful day fades to another

sometimes lost; sometimes found
always at one with the world.


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Summer's End

   Summer’s End
   The closing of a door
   Winter beckons


   Carefree days
   Of sunshine
   Wafted away

   Summer’s warmth
   Chilled  by
   Winter’s wrath



1st September 2013






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Timely Expressions (from My Secret Sin)

Time don’t smile
I accept with open arms
The hardships wished upon this child
Time won’t smile
Scars for souvenirs
Symptoms of a lonely mans mile
Time don’t smile
My senior year nearly lost
I promise it’s everything but false
Generosity of a kind mans heart
Sacrificed happiness remaining the cost
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Yet I put two negatives together
And on the other end of the equation I saw a light
No need to become sentimental
My misery is all but instrumental
After while hope will be widespread
I mean continental
Speak soft to me mother
Let your prayers reach my heart, ever so gentle
And out here it ain’t all bad
Mistaken guilt for love, what you call sad
Internal bleeding
Still on my soul eternity is feeding
It’s all in good deeds
A palm full of trust is all I’m needing
LSD, stress , a bit of Hennessey
Got me blessed with bad tendencies
Why does it seem disaster is so kin to me
White roses, Grave yard dozers, and spiritual imposers
Has my life at a sudden closure
Time won’t smile


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storm and rain

how must i wake this morning
when heralded with storm and rain
that wash my tired eyes through glass i recite the days long pain
again and again oh again and again
how must i wake this morning 
how must i break this shame.

shelter me from the heavy darkened shadows
that remind me of the sun that once envigarated passions
see me stood in winter fashions 
with skin unblemished pale and dour
give me the sun that blossoms flowers
when the seconds chase the hours.

i exist in time not having lived this life
like a fictional inanimate shape
born of one mans imagination 
only to be brought to life in social situations
give me patience or free me with eternal life
stick my back in knife.

just simply give me strength
so when again the morning heralds me
i may face it cap in hand
smile and make a stand
I'll greet each days storm and rain
with hope of facing sun again.



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Autumns Awakens

the autumn smells of home awakens me
the leaves of brown are fallen from the trees
the sights are all around me, now I see
as I walk the hills so free

the farmlands vastly are alive to me
I'm home to walk the hills and see
the animals make nests to sleep
warm thru winter's snow to keep

the smells of freshly baked pies
hams, eggs, breads, fruit arrive
from harvest blessings before my eyes
of hardwork done from summer time

blankets, sheets, rugs out on the lines
washed and dryed just in time
quilts to air out, clean and fresh
before the winter, for the beds to dress

autumn jobs, more or less
busiest times at our best
autumn awakens farmers,
before the snowy winter's rest
before the snowy winter's rest...















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My Friend - My Love

My friend the sun is setting and the days will soon grow cold.
What is new must grow old.
The spectacular scene of swarming rays beside crystal light must dim to shade.
Those ravishing ripples will soon grow course and fun in the sun will strike a pause.
Wind will bellow like a swarm of bees or biting ants that maze the moulding mud.

To conflict but to confide will only heighten winters pride.
Damnation two competing souls will draw to an un-victorious pause.
Yet no battle is ever won to humans the war continues on.

My love, a plea is as contceptive as talk within actions truth is bred.
Cruelty is masked by normality, charms of a conquest is often too lightly walked into.
You have beaten one clever soul, whose grip was fun but turned cold.
Now deceit grows a new face one who knows not his inflicting ways.

My friend I love to waltz in summertime’s brew however dreamers fall in line.
Lions await the waiting feline. 
Crickets click and fish do swim whose lake do you jump in?

My love the summer often wins first prize but even winter has a golden side
Embellish in the colours summer offers you, but allow winter to warm you.
Lick the fire as you kissed the sun.
Feel heaven in four seasons yet to come.

My friend, loneliness will hold us down consuming us with the rain that beats us down.
My love, reverse that beating to walk what’s knew.
Enjoy your existence, the diamonds is within you.

My friend happiness is not just sun, in finding joy in the seasons four 
And loving the gems that you live for.


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A Cool Conversation

"A burst of ice."
whispers Winter 

"Your not being nice!"
answers Spring 

"Your frozen outburst;
Your chill, will not change a thing."

"I will dance. I will sing.
It is inevitable.
A symphony of color I will bring."

"So walk away. 
Do not smolder.
Soon your reign will be over."


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Forest's Song

The trees danced back and forth in the wind
As the bushes rustled along to the move
The grass whistled, feeling brand new
Creating the forest's own special tune

With the leaves turning to the shades of fall
The trees slowed their dance
The bushes, in turn, slowed their rustle too
The grass continued to whistle, having too much fun

Nothing can stop the leaves from falling
The trees know they are only stalling
The bushes too see the delay
The grass just wants to continue to play

Standing bare, the trees dared not to move
The bushes stopped rustling, feeling alone
The grass continued to whistle, not wanting to stop
Yet, no one could hear it under a white blanket

The stark white snow silenced the forest's song
No dancing, or rustling, or whistling can be heard
But don't you fret or worry
They'll come back in the spring with their special song.

When they come back they will be louder than ever
A bond between them that no one can sever
A melody that we will forever remember
And a spring night that will last until December

Jessica Turl
October 5, 2011
Edited: October 9, 2011


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Atmosphere

Crisp and penetrating
is our atmosphere.
It blankets the trees with no remorse -
their only opportunity for survival lies
in the roots that grasp the ground.

The bushes and flowers
have no hope of seeing tomorrow.
Their foundation is a needle trapped
in the mighty sea, that falls
endlessly further into it's
darkened depths, 
forgotten.


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Wind Song

Here I stand as cool as the wind, heavenly rain drops, my lord showers me with his mist. hail 
proceeds, mother natures nurturing hand turns to a fist.
Nearby,
an aspen, short and bulky sways with her current, dancing to a wind song.
A dramatic sequence occurs, raindrops beat the pavement acting as drums. Wind songs 
sound of tambourine and the aspen sings her melody, each leaf its own entity.
All with a different tone,
She smells like lilac perfume....

Is she a she?
Or is she a he?
A natural figure, a figment of ones own preference. Mother nature represents the world . 
From the cirrus and strattus clouds, to a picture perfect sunset. Mountains that span high into 
a distant horizon, or the weeping willow whose inspirational position gives beauty its 
definition....



.....2009.....JP


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We come we go

We come .. we go
Let us gather & go together
Nearby  a calm smooth river
You, he, she, they, and me
Each one of us carry a candle
Fixed in a body of  a wooden small board
People with a common purpose
With nature,  when the night gets dark
To light our candles and set them
On the river to have free moves
What shall we see?
Moving sparkling  stars.
Go  up &  down.
Some on some off.

Happy new year.


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Cruel Beauty

The alabaster snow hides
the scars of dead earth
with a cold cruel beauty
fierce and crippling
lacking in warmth.
The snow queen battles
with moaning wind
refusing to withdraw
as her anger increases
veiling any promise
of renewal and rebirth.
Laughing she challenges
all rights for survival
humiliating both man and beast.


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Winters Call

Winters Call

The leaves of autumn act out in defiance 
Clinging to their branches, desperate to remain
Their brilliant red and gold has now grown rusty
Their voices rustling glumly in the trees

Chilling winds encroach upon the landscape
A prelude to a season yet to come
Preparing a new canvas on which nature
Will create a new and brilliant pastel theme

Pale blues and pinks and whites soon overtake us
Icy fingers pinch color to our cheeks
Sounds of the season seem to speak more softly
Muted by the presence of the snow

Life’s tempo moves now with a quickened cadence
A new urgency is added to our tread
We surrender to the pristine hills and meadows
And embrace a world alive with Winters breath 


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The Compromise Years

Foreboding night of mist twined with shadows of glowing lamplights.
She was standing there under the lamplight post,
her weathered cylinder mechanical smile,
in photogenic reverse.

Seemed she had been waiting for sometime
like the years end of mature thyme.
Graceful movements her hands went to work
caressing an imaginary spot in her palm.

Her head lifted towards the voices ahead
thoughts grasping the spilled syllables of conversation.
Without a speck of rationalization her eyes lit
her countenance sparked.

Her disappointment registered once more
as the couple passed.
Her hands began to massage the aching spot
in the middle of palm.

Her heart swallowed whole the womb of
age and disengaged as she remembered the
long wait of a promise the years of compromise.

Another year approaching her weathered mechanical
smile faded to a line.
Her arms sleeved in the coolness of the night
under the shadowed glow from the lamplight.


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winter

one by one
the days turn into blurs
my head feels like hamburger scrambled
my whole body aches right down to my jelly legs
and tingling toes
and i know that winter has come
feeling numb
at a standstill
like a statue
frozen in time


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Dapple Winter

Dapple winter sky dune
mingle with drizzle frost tunes.
A stroll through winter wonderland
hand in hand we shuffle new fallen snow.
Ice maidens dance in the blowing winds.

Frostbitten feels my fingertips,
my lips you warm with ember thought kisses.
Oh, how I love the winter brisk meeting
with you at my side and a full lifes ride.
Come now winter blow the seasons
magic travel near and far.


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Winter has taken hold of my heart. In the dark of night she slunk in, leaving frosty-footprints on the glass, and sang me to sleep with lips as soundless as an owl's wing-feather, dusting my eyes with powder to help them seal shut. With snowy fingers she incised my breastbone and plucked my ribs like the petals of the last flower: one for me, one for her, one for me… they cascade to the floor, white and crumbling. She raised herself up, back arching, and drove her feelers - silvery tentacles, glistening like dew - through my system, latching herself onto me, drilling nails into the soft-spots on my bones. She hooked my veins together like a bundle of cords and seeped down into them like battery-acid: eating away at my nerves until only the tips of my fingers remembered how to feel. She stroked my heart, cooing softly, thumb and forefinger reaching down with elegance and demonic-grace to take that tiny thrumming machine into her hand, and-- …twist… I could not even cry for what I had lost.


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MERRY CHRISTmas POETS

May the Arch-Angels , from CHRIST’S BIRTH,  Sing Hymns and Halleluiahs
MAY YOUR GOD , YOUR Higher Power ,YOUR CHRIST, Bless YOU with 
Prosperity
MAY YOUR Pens Write the Spirit of the season, YOUR CHRISTMAS cards be 
Pleasin’
The POETRY  YOU Write this season will become the Archives for Posterity.

TO all the POETS, Present and Past, I wish YOU, SEASONS GREETINGS.
TO my Family of POETRY SOUP POETS , each and everyone : “JOYEUS NOEL”
Thank-YOU for YOUR support this year, Thanks: with a very Merry Christmas 
Cheer.
May YOUR hopes and dreams become reality. The NEW YEAR : be an 
INSPIRATION.


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Showers on Main Street

Upcountry thunder
turns the plain milled storefronts
to shades of muscat-grape
and citron, dusky rose. 
Pavement ripples with reflections
never thought before, 
as clouds pass
dark as bedrock, molten 
at the core.


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Awry

Things go awry but life moves on anyway
There's love and laughs and takes for gain
For every high there is low and loss the same
A fight against change let my good times stay
Please remain please remain they never stay.

Things aren't right but life moves on anyway
The further from the center the more we cycle and change
Until our change too starts to stagnate
Somewhere between we see spring to heat
'Till the leaves are no longer green or breathe.

Things get ****ed but life moves on anyway
How lucky are we? To wonder and dream
Of a life where we might have shared love between?
When the empty we heed echos of a world in need
How lucky - just how lucky - are we?


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WINDS OF WINTER BE THOU SUNKIST

O’ winds of winter be thou Sunkist
To touch the streams of my heart amidst
As the warmth of a Spring morning anew
Let your breath kiss the banks of my soul,
As with a touch of sweet honey dew

.. And I shall be renewed...

As with a touch of sweet honey dew
Let your breath kiss the banks of my soul,
As the warmth of a Spring morning anew
To touch the streams of my heart amidst
O’ winds of winter be thou Sunkist



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ANOTHER REASON TO HATE THIS SEASON

It's time to put a hold on hobbies, except for the weekends,
watch less television, and go to sleep around ten;
and if any of the teens came home after nine,
they would be grounded and denied privileges...
they would have another reason to hate this season!


I had the same unhappy feeling about school,
September was the least liked month for any boy,
and that meant playing no games, or flirting with girls
in shady parks, or baseball fields...but all in all,
it was a challenge to break away from those indulging things:
like children who had another reason to hate this season!


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Spring

Warmth of sun upon the ground

Spring forth flowers - spring

Snow drops and primulas

Radiating colours amongst the greenery - evergreen

Leaves of autumn still remain

A mulch and cover for comfort from frost

Lavender velvet green - buds bursting

Renewed growth to flower - violet

Aroma of renewed soil

Life in earth again.


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'Tis the Season

It's the special season of giving and joy
not felt in months of warmth and heat;
TV programs with beaming faces
tell us we are happy;
hassled clerks and confused shoppers
all swept up by the seasonal depression,
what is enough and when do you stop
handing over the plastic?
The season seems to be measured by
materialism and its pseudo happiness;
but it comes to an end when it's 
back to work with budget and taxes
during the in-between months of everyday living.


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Flowerterrible

Memories rest,
Flowerterrible, in beds of summer
Soils. Each petal a
Struggle of colour
Against grainy backbeats;
Come Autumn, the
Omnipotent spring goddess
Takes to crossing sidewalks.


"Flowerterrible"
Jenna-Nichole Conrad
Wordsmith


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Ode to Mount Washington

Standing atop this massive mountain I feel at peace
I see every detail of the city
The city where my heart lies
The city where my heart beats
The rivers flow and come together in a sweet phenomenon 
The air is crisp here, as always
Everything
Everything
In view
No one else can grasp
The awe standing here
Here over the city
Seeing it all
In bustling beauty.


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Consecrated Concrete

I ride my “Women Inspired” Schwinn up to my friend’s path.
My bike is magenta and the path is chartreuse, 
Swathed by the spent spring buds of a tree.
I see Mister, who I call “Meester the Dog!”

My friend slides her door open,
Mister jumps to greet me.  
He is like a little, bright, brown pierogi, 
Boiling between my friend and I like we were the sides of a kettle.
He is so happy, he pees on the patio and we smile and laugh.

I see my friend standing by the door,
And her great chocolate eyes and effulgent smile,
So comfortable in her soft grey top and her soft grey pants.
So comfortable in her skin.

We talk of the mundane, of money, the funny,
Tigers and Appleby’s, bogies and birdies.
We are absolutely ourselves in each other’s company
And she gives me delicious tea.
I put my magenta bike into the wind,
Pedaling happily home.
I love this woman.

Tomorrow many will observe a resurrection.
The holy will stand in church and celebrate the power of a god.
Today I stood on a bud strewn path.
Today I saw my friend.
Today I saw the sacred.
Today I celebrate.


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I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do



Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High


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Winter's thinking spot

Beyond the foot bridge where I walk here today 
A small bird stopped by 
And left me an ear full of noise 
We shelter our thoughts away as though we were hibernating 
White blankets the landscape that once was green and lush 
Where the last gasps of warmth sink in around the lavender 
All is asleep on this meager spot 
Silent echoes from the winter’s bath 
Where I watch in delight while he looks for his food
Holly berries and bushes alike 
His freedom is 
But a flight away from me
But he ponders as though he too was thinking 
And I wait in hopes, he’ll remember and return 
Beyond the foot bridge where I walk here today 


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Ephemeral Kisses

All bubbles burst.
Shiny surfaces streaked in oily rainbow lakes.
Ephemeral winds that shift the dust of the earth.
Sand dunes ever-changing. 

Lightly kissed lips. The feel of a fleshy palm holding on.
The wave that formed, crashed and will never be seen again.
All clouds float away.
Ephemeral kisses that disappear, but in memory, remain.

Your imprint on the wet sand. Water seeps in.
Thousands of paper sheets shredded. Strips of characters.
Scattered ashes. Ephemeral sad smiles.
The daisy-chain of small flowers that wilt, die, decay.


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Me and You at the Zoo

For as I hold your hand
in the blizzering snow
As we are in the zoo
we know that we will be always together
As we walk around the cages
every animal snores in it's cage
Every animal in the zoo
is snoring and getting a hair cut too.
In the zoo.


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I wanted Maxfield Parrish

I wanted Maxfield Parrish
For you and with only you
A dream I know
A laugh to you?
Oh, how it couldn't be.

Now, there's been no point
For  a long time for any apologies
As much as I want to give them, you know
Ridiculous and hollow to you?
Yeah, what could I say?

How about thanks 
For the pain and the longing
A surprise I know
A bad joke to you?
But I'm serious.

This is our paradise present
For the past and the waste
It seems to make sense I know
A mere nothing to you?
That's fine.

If you need us to be dead
For my wrongs and your pity
A shame I know
Any burden to you?
Let go of it.

What I see is a tomorrow
For you and with you
A lot of chutzpah I know
Is it the putative old sick obsession just re-twisted?
See for yourself.

Today my guaranteed fare thee well is here
For you and yours
A shock I know
My goodbye is another lie to you?
No, my Love.


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Childhood's End

Being

grown-up

means

the snow

isn’t magic

anymore.


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Sweet Pancakes (Epulaeryu)

Maple syrup on the top
Hash browns on the side
Scrambled eggs with peppers too
Sweet pancakes for you
They’ll taste delicious
With cold milk
Wow!




The “Epulaeryu” consists of seven lines with thirty-three (33) syllables.   The first 
line has seven (7) syllables, the second line five (5), the third line seven (7), the 
fourth line five (5), the fifth line five (5), the sixth line three (3), and the seventh line 
has only one (1) syllable which ends with an exclamation mark.  It’s all about 
delicious food. The Epulaeryu poem was developed by Joseph Spence after 
enjoying many delicious and nourishing international cuisine and drinks during 
his most memorable travels.


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Summertime

summertime is the time for lots of fun
A time for the warmth of the sun.
A ride in the country on your bike
Swimming in the community pool, take a hike.
Family vacations to the mountains or faraway lands
time to work on your golden tan.
Time to sleep in or just kick back
go to the fishing hole with Jack.
Roll down the window in your car
get out your telescope look at the stars.
Play a game, run barefoot in the grass
wishing summertime could stay forever and not pass.



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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


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Silent Song

Blackbird sitting in the dead ash tree;
He's the only blackbird I can see.
Stare,
Blackbird, I will stare;
Something about you pertains to me.

The brightest spring I've ever seen:
Blossoms white as milk, or cream.
I never thought the grass, I'd miss;
Now, I gaze upon the emerald bliss.

Sheltered by the bluebird sky,
What should chance
To catch my eye?
A lonely blackbird, calm and still;
I watch him from my windowsill.

Birds of a feather flock together?
Not this one, not this bird
With a different song that needs
To be heard.

One blackbird
In the dead tree,
Alone,
He's the most free.

Perched tall on limb so tranquil, proud,
I draw him out 
From feathered crowd.

When I wake, I hear his voice;
Lonely blackbird makes his choice.

Uniqueness
Holding my respect,
I wonder of his intellect.
Of all the things he thinks he knows,
Stern isolation
Is what shows.

If every bird doth hatch the same,
For another who's to blame?
All blackbirds sing among the green,
But one stands tall
In branches lean.

I watch this bird alone
For hours,
Pond'ring segregation powers.

Some say laws dictate behavior,
Yet I prefer to call
On nature.


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Not a Tear


Not holding back a thing
like the telephone, it does not ring.
I lost the song the notes floated away.
Been dreaming way to long so goes
the lover's broken song.

Lost the key and the door is locked.
it will come as a shock I know.
But this desert rose is dry and 
tired she’s moving on now.

No holding me back now I am
moving along .
not sure, what took me so long to 
decide what is best for me.

Perhaps it was the misspelled title
of those hidden longed for
dreams and the spell when I fell
for you so long ago.

The door is locked
the rain is pouring outside.
I forgot the phone just let it ring.
Did not look back I went straight
ahead to the dry desert.
Going to rescue that rose
before it is too late.

Going to beat fate at its 
own game make it bow in shame
taking her back where she
belongs being herself
once more.

No tear...
not even one tear...


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Merry Christmas!

This year has passed by quickly,
changes everywhere.
It's all been reminding me,
of this life that we all bear.

I thank God each day
for this holiday.
Reminding me of hope,
saving me with Grace.

It's all about a child,
born one quiet day.
Recognized by kings and paupers,
that he will truly save.

He was feared by some,
and revered by others,
no matter what day it truly was,
it's a day to praise the birth of the King!

Stand tall and sing,
and praise Him more and more.
Christ is born for us,
to let us love like never before!

Merry Christmas to all,
don't let the gifts take your focus.
Sit back and contemplate,
this day that we all celebrate!


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Turkey

What a turkey,
I mean the bird,
juicy, and tender,
my word.


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The Blood Moon

Red moon in October night,
Crimson sprays, from pale light.
Earth’s shadow, casting lovely glow,
Red atmosphere transferring light to pale moon,
The Blood Moon shines tonight.

Watch from the land, 
Watch from the sea,
Watch from the air,
Watch from space,
Watch the Blood Moon.

Red light shines down on Earth’s shadow,
Common night displayed in bloody clarity
From land, air, and sea.

Cast lovely light glow around Earth,
From outer space,
Lights out, deep red glow.
No red moon in black depths of space,
But red Earth, made brighter
From the Blood Moon.

A night of sorrow, warrior loss,
Pray for survival,
Of warriors fighting abroad,
Tribute paid to dead warriors of the past,
The Blood Moon shines for the dead to.

Night is over,
The Blood Moon is gone,
One more year, till the time is right,
And the Blood Moon shall shine again,
But now back to life,
Anticipation for the next crimson night.


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Lovely Visions

Lovely visions flow through my head
memories of green, yellow, orange and red.
Pictures of autumn, I can see them quite clear
it is always so beautiful this time of year. 

From the top of this hill I can see far and wide,
an ocean of colors reaching up to the sky.
The wind is so cool; there is a chill in the air,
it soon will be clear that winter is here.

The dense heavy fog, the frost on the ground
the grass now crackles when we walk around. 
All of the children bundled from head to toe
hoping and praying that soon it will snow.

Logs burn in the fireplace so warm and bright,
It fills our hearts with happiness and delight.
These lovely visions flow through my head,
beautiful memories of green, yellow, orange and red.


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A Melodic Spring

Whistling breeze, a pleasing song so dear to me
The sunlit drops dancing upon warm cobble streets
Dancing sakura so pink and pure of a snow below
Small creatures gliding across the pastures beside me
A perfect day to begin a song filled melodic spring


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After Eden

(for Hart Crane)

How completely the silence
                  encloses our life.

We will talk    and crowd the room
with words        like blown-in insulation.

The beveled moon     cuts us
with its edge    something not considered
                        not thought of before.

The treason of a moment
never pleases in retrospect.
          And there is no season
for banality     just frailty
              for there must be living:
                      autumn's benediction
the pale strawberries of spring
a rainbow trout     in winter lake.

There is that    and the silence
so nearly said     telling nothing
and everything of presence     a dull
sheen concealing the stone   the dark
wish    the plum    Hart    the plum.


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True Expressionists

As far as my mind can perceive, that which is all I have come to believe
Stands true to my soul, and as I grow old realizing there's more to be seen.

If you share same nature in feeling, and have courage enough not conealing
Then dont be afraid, express it in ways, assessing the cards god is dealing.

Trust that god in its general name, shows creater just what it has made
Wayward cultures confused, helpless people are used in the race to place all the blame.

You are brave enough to construct, true religion yet faux claims deduct
Then you'll see there is reason for changing of season, and "coincidence" isn't just luck.

Its whats positive that which I feel, and negative hits harder than steel
I find more joy from the up, so darkness gets fluxed and spirit steers better my wheel.

How did I possibly come to conlusion? obtain vision and not just illusion?
I read people like books, so when teachers tried to look I either embraced or gave 
resolution.


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Two Daffodils

Walking along the path, I gaze upon the scene, two lovely Daffodils, swaying in the breeze. ~*~ "Two Daffodils" stand in a rutilant post, no genial others are there to boast, the blossoms in oppositional salute, thankfully their flowerets didn't bolt! ~*~ Pretty yellow, glowing beacon from a far, like the sun, our distant warming star, Ye pistol and petals is very chromatic, an ephemeral flower that's never dramatic. ~*~ While your bloom is veritably short, an late spring is your final tort, with the generation of thy all covering lawn, oh how I miss you when you've pawned!


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Early Morning At Riverside Park

Independence Day is over
A sweltering night has been gathered up and trucked away
                                                                 
The faint fragrance of burnt offering still hangs low
                       ....like sweat, of a long, grey cloak.

The park still echos with faint "ooooh's" and "ahhhs"...
lingering in the sultry air, 
and bouncing off the silent bandstand
If you try, you can almost hear the High School band, 
   playing tributes to Souza and the homeland flag

Where eyes glistened and reflected a night sky alive with fire
now, the only sounds are chattering squirrels, 
              as they scurry and nibble on remants of a celebratory feast, 
                  hiding in the dewy grass

The morning air is cool and the ground is damp
Park benches, the bandstand, hilly mounds of grass and playgrounds
                                      abandoned, save of their mourning clothes
Of candy wrappers, watermelon rinds, mustard coated paper plates
Spent sparklers, fire crackers, a lone sneaker...
Where just hours ago..music from radios, laughter, cheering, hooting, jeering
Deafening man-made thunder made babies cry
                    dogs tremble, children clap their hands over ears
Now so silent in this early somber morn
The only sound this morning
 comes from a slight breeze that stirs....
   a tossed Pepsi paper cup....
       as it clatters a pop, pop, popping tune...as it hops
                        among the dried, brown leaves down a hot, empty sidewalk...


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Passing

Brown and green colors of dirt and grass 
three inches tall in spring mud between my toes 
wet from the sprinkler I ran through this afternoon.

Under a lowering gray sky fallen wet maple leaves 
red and yellowey brown veined against the stiff dying lawn
dusted with glitter from last night’s frost.


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Changing Seasons

Spring flowers blossoming in every direction,
The grass is greener than ever, the air more pure.
The world changes as winter blossoms into spring,
Transforming the world into an entirely different identity.
An unfamiliar identity that seems so foreign compared to the long winter.

These changes come about too quickly.
One minute your comfortable with the intensely cold temperature,
You’ve familiarized yourself with the blanket of snow outside,
You’ve mastered driving on the icy roads.
Then suddenly, the next minute, the snow melts away, dissolving into the ground.
The air becomes warmer as the sun peeps through the clouds.
All that was good and familiar has disappeared as new forms begin to sprout.
New strange things surround you, forcing you to accept its existence.
You’re trapped within a new, foreign environment.
Forced to accept the evident differences between the two seasons.

Like the changing seasons, my address will be changing,
My home, my school, my world - all changing.
These changes come about too quickly.  


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Her Summer

To understand a tree
how it lives in the summer
fails in fall
dies in the winter
reborn in spring

An endless phoenix cycle
around and around
as seasons come and seasons go
summer the height of their year

This summer will last,
the five-year-old said
the leaves will not go brown
nor crackle underfoot

they will not fall from the branches
like wispy little martyrs
the glossy green growing
shivering, frail, weak.

This summer will be different,
the six-year-old proclaims
The summer will last
The grass would stay warm

the sunshine would be perfect
In between the pale pink blossoms
and nature's own fireworks
everything was green

And yet despite the dreams
summer would end
taking away the cartwheels in the warm grass
and the carefree laughter in the treetops

Autumn would come
with reds and golds
browns and orange
pulling down the green curtain of life

Then, too soon,
snow would come in a flurry
coating the trees and the dead gray ground
shining painfully in the sunlight

But each frozen branch would prevail
push through and grow blossoms
of pink and white
delicate as glass

So the cycle came and went
summer breezes
fall storms
winter snow
spring flowers

Now the six year old is old
too old to run in the green
hear the chirps of the evening crickets
laughter, clear as sliver bells

But she had something better now
a husband so perfect and true
With green eyes the color of leaves
and deep brown hair like fertile soil

And his laugh
reminded her of sunshine
bursting through a cloak of emeralds
finding the child beneath

He was like summer.

Her summer.


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Nature Love

I love you and I hope for none
When will you receive a kiss
for then and now I give you my hopes
and none to be for love.
And wise and springs
and air coming through the windows
to cool down the sift of imagination
To winters above and little tiny balls
like in the sunshine rising
to be gone for the loss in nature
of us all.

Ava


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Morning Treasures

Morning Treasures
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

A hint of golden sun on treetops glows.
One brown leaf floats slowly toward the ground.
Autumn, not yet arrived, stretches her wings.
Sunshine beaming beyond dense trees glows bright.
Thus, giving just a glimpse of life beyond woods.
Reflections of a busy past recalled.
Gratitude rises through the clouds to God.
All-knowing wisdom brought me to this peace.
Tranquil reflections and life with love merge.
As morning awakens, anticipation hopes.
And sorrows that have borne pain dissipate.
Armed with joy, pain no longer has a grip.
The morning light heightened brightens life’s view.
Optimism is born.  This day is new.  
And at dusk, I shall say adieu, adieu.

9/27/09


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Summer Day

Summer Day
Walking down the dusty country road 
Skipping rocks over the creek
Running through the pasture chasing cows
Taking a long dip in a cool lake on a hot summer day
Catching a horny toad to bring home to Mom
Whistling my way down the long dusty road
Free to do whatever I please along the way
What a great way to spend a summer day


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I Kissed A Butterfly

I kissed 
a butterfly
once

as it fluttered by
it was totally unconcerned
and the kiss-

a short one-
I was surprised
at how unselfish it was 
 
in this pause 
my rugged lips 
to hers


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The World Is Changing

The world is changing
Even the sky is a darker shade of blue
And the squirrels are at war	
With the snakes
The acorn fell to the wrong side of the tree
And the snakes say, “The acorn is for me.”
   The seasons have become bold
Nature has come to reclaim her domain
And the elephants are chasing
The cheetah
The water hole is a sacred place
The cheetah winces, falls from grace.
Ice rain falls from the heavens
Reshaping all that is
The birds together in mixed confusion
As the falcon carries away the cow
A feast of feasts to feast upon
Until the bone and marrow are gone.
   The polar caps have melted
Has the earth moved closer to the sun?
The penguins are armed with rifles
Killing off the polar bear
Save the polar bear, the creed
A new endangered species.
   The forest has found ending
Trees are placed in designated positions
And the stingray becomes the mortal enemy
Of man
The world is indifferent to all
Maybe things will be better in the fall.


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WINTER MAN FISHING

Winter man fishing,

Throwing the cold net,

Trapped folks like fish!


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Autumn

I love you, autumn
Welcome to my tropic paradise
The rivers swollen bosom
Bids you drink, and these blue skies
Solacing my mind,
Ask you now to dream, the earth
Beckons you its grassy pillow

For in our dream we never die
And love and life return
Like the eagle in the sky
To mock the sun that cannot burn
And over troubled mountains fly
Holding the gleam of delight
In the glassy eye
By being fed at nature's plight

Many names Demeter
Starve us not again
For want of growing grain or rain
But brim us with your wheat
Let the does come in
And let their milk be white upon our teeth.
For Persephone has come back
Her pomegranate harvest
Making glad the laden bee
Hermes has closed Hades cavern
Bringing us healing and joy
O let children go reap the flowers
The hearth is full of laughing
And deities their bargain keep
Love will sow and labor reaps
Joy will sing
And autumn brings
The bubbling time of thanksgiving


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Venture

A hill is frosted in ivory
Almost cupcake like-
I venture towards this delicacy
The crunch under my worn boots resonates
I see no one,
Only footprints in the distance
The hill grows closer
A numbing chill
My cheeks feel the icy air, fighting tirelessly to keep warmth
I reach a hunched man
Beard wispy and white
“Old Man Winter,” I presume
Ah yes, he has finally arrived.


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Spring Rites

Asparagus
peeps tiny
green helmets
from brown beds, 
looking this way,
that,
to a spring sun
that has come again
like the vultures
to Hinckley,
Texas, settling
down
to business.


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Aquatic Afterthought.

I siphoned you, from off the pale skin of the pool
pollen thin and yellow dust,
sweet gone by and ready to slip to soil
hindered by chlorine
and tap danced on by a thousand night bugs
who trampolined in silver ripples 
when only the moon was looking.

I spat you out, rust and tang from the old green hose
which sat coiled beside the tin shed's feet for decades,
a home for woe-begotten weeds 
and that old rake with no handle
which once I used to pull down pieces of the sky
in a demand for rain.

It's all for naught on this summer day
as the riddle of affection comes full circle and presses
it's nose against my thoughts

I cling to the vinyl wall, mere seconds,
before pushing off with pruny feet
to take a dip.


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HAZEL-EYED MA GREW THE LOVELIEST BEGONIAS

Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias
on her neat and colorful balcony; and if rains
were scarce, she would water them...
until the fragrant buds would bloom!
 

Exactly at eight o' clock, for three seasons,
she tendered for them with her caring hands;
and no weeds would mar their beauty so exquisite...
all the nuns came rushing from the Convent!


Sing, adorable mother, sing another aria...the happiest one,
as you caress your flowers with the gentlest touch;
crowds will gather underneath your festive balcony, to listen
with interest and acclaim you for your superb vocals! 


Hazel-eyed Ma grew the loveliest begonias not seen
in the most spacious and elegant gardens;
she suddenly was known as the flower woman,   
but also became the envy of many housewives.    


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Snow Storm

Snow blind, 
     in a snow storm. 
Some just don't know.. 
     winters sailor be warned ! 
South winds and east winds adjour, 
     stuck here all winter nice and warm.


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Frozen

You asked me once
Simply stating 'why'?
The snow is so pretty
how can beauty make you cry?

I don't like sleds
won't catch me on skis;
don't like my nose cold
I prefer my skin with a sunny breeze

The touch of water
the sound of the waves
everything dissapears;
the Ocean saves

I can't indulge the sea
when I'm bundled in a coat
I sure can't swim
if my air is frozen


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Nostalgia

Pools in Winter are wonderful
warm, heated, and inside
keeping you smiling
when it's oh so cold outside
reminding you 
Winter can't last forever
soon the outdoor pools will open
and we will feel the heat of Summer


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Christmas Message

Oh Mortal Man !! On this Festive Occasion I pray thee
Fly away from worldly pleasures
And seek out the spiritual treasures
Seek  not a  new  dress for  the outer  being
But  make anew the inner being.
A spread of sweets makes life sweet
But who has  tasted  the sweetness of the Lord?


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Overture to Autumn

The ghostly courier hints at the approach of autumn,
not by changing of leaves,
but by mists during the heat of August
softening the full moon
as an impressionist would in
hazy landscapes.
Subtle, brief drops in temperature
and early morning cobwebs
warn of a change to come.
The fanfare of glory in fiery color,
a crescendo of the approaching season,
is the final display of nature's middle years,
leading to winter's old age.


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Summer Comfort

                     Within the white cloaked sky
          Bright blue legs move beneath the cloth
             Transformation becomes imminent
   As day presents itself through flowing movement
      With gentle rays, like arms, pushing the cloak
      Eyes become affixed on the beauty of the sky
   As total serenity is found within the depth of color
And the heat of the sun becomes a blanket of safety


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MADEMOISELLE MYSTEREE...

Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!

Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest
All hips and thighs,
each to explore my Ecstasy!

Sitting there, in my reverie
I crave her whisper all day long
(My night) simmered in shivery-song,
yawning for sips of her morning-glee
and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey!

Standing there, standing still…
Where I met her once in time past
I kiss her once, but never twice
Since she baptized me in her silence
Then, now despised me
just for believing her!


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Tomarrow's noon

Sunshine brightens sunlight down, to open marigolds delightfully around.
Orange bursts fall colors to transcend to behold, through tones of yellows unto gold.

Speckled birds feed on sunflower seeds, as wheat fields harvest winter needs.
Taken bounty, what nature brought forth, as thanks from labored farmers;
despite weather, of course.

Celebrations of arrivals will be told, with bells, trees and ringing out the old.
Time goes fast where the new is soon, enjoy this second for, next moment is...
" Tomarrow 's Noon. "


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Mea Culpa, Extol Belles-Lettres

The Jackal's line of demarcation ye souls' furlough for interim...
Today, cockcrows perturb in a gala thrice for thee quiescent stay,
God's Park of Ephemera, sashays the daggled the minder harks,
a chest not in to rest, of dais edicts, cudgels so contagious; 
haughty wheels peddle rashly between two havocked hearts,
foisting wintry fobs of progeny pleating to let pigeons exeunt,
if bedlam trotting by pothers ye, the cob, yet calmly sings, 
"Fare-thee-well, Oh snowflake in dwindle, hallow me next spring,
via crepuscules, cleaved like vacant aulas crescendo conveyance,
wholly abutting city lights, this chimney calling cannot sight!"
Jolly pedestrians twinge at our capitol! Touring a mindful chance,
Ample of verve, knowing mortuary amblers must get their fight!
"Fountains, thawing ye? Janitor, what does the blind really see?"
tryst squelch time, squirm squander squalors n' ante antiquated feet,
Jocund or beh£s belief! Ye! Behind bellicose belletrists by beggars!
When baubles full-fledged, hast consummated thee to hobnob no more,
jongleur sloshed anchors on mimes bare laid laic stoolie, loupe aims,
Headmost, request lasting breaths above broadcasting fortune n' fame,
Then fated fires the Sniper jostles from home to goad n' prod,
Ye kindred stanchion and I, skimmed, the sunset even with me...



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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.


I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.


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Seasons of the Heart

Im going to miss all our times shared. all the memorys we created. all the laughter we had. I dont know what went wrong between us but I still know you love me. I know this pain will go just as the seasons but some seasons are long and hard. Ill miss you and love you for what I can for I know what we had was real more real then I or you had hoped for .


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my man my love

Everyday the kindest gentleman comes to my door
And asks me to join him.
"No," I would always respond, "now is no the time, sir"
And he would leave sadly, only to return on the 'morrow.

Today is different, for today, a happiness devours me.
And he came knocking, and  without a word
I put on my coat and we ventured together.
Unfamiliar warmth follows me,
as we walk, facing straight ahead,
towards our promises, song echoing deep in my heart.

He's so kind as I write this,
and he asks if I would like to love him
as he loves me.
I think I shall answer yes
and truly become the sunflower.


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Cold Night

The night lies still, the moon hangs low

Above a sparkling, softly falling snow.

The pines are tipped in lacey white

The sky darkened by shadowed night.

Flowers of summer, blooms long past

Winter approaching, coming fast.

Wild birds sing, sharing winters dreams

The rhythm of the season, nature brings.


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An Icy Touch

Winter closes its firm grip
And sucks the warmth of the world
By unleashing its frosty breath.
Every trace of life shivers at the certain death
Foretold in winter's icy touch.
Desperate for want of spring's beauty,
Green spurts of vibrant color perk up
From the chilled ground layered with snow.
Greedy to its last breath,
Winter steals all.

None can live amidst the icy encasing.
None can thrive whilst winter reigns supreme.
Warmth burrows deep into the cold ground
To be nearer to Earth's warm warm heart.
Bright bursts of color flee before the tyrannous lord.
Animals holding fires of warmth in their chests
Withdraw from the frigid air berating their bodies.
Delicate leaves part from their mother tree
And rest rejected beneath white snowy oppressors.
Always winter will conquer.


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Almost Easter

A week of storm clouds brooding,
and now, look!
the moon’s hatched full.


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nineteen and seventy-six

the expectation....
is the pain i write
will be only 
a something faintly
remembered

lesson  learned
lesson earned
tied up in a scarlet 
ribbon in my rubble

laughter in the summer 
yellowed as the white i
wore and obscured by my
view of you

playing, laughing... rescuing..
and acting like we were grown-
ups living a life

how much better the 
hot summer used to get
hot...wet...tanned with 
sweat on our lips and
kissing like children at
the fair

playing enough not to
hurt two hearts we
said.......

then....

Forever we spoiled the
summer of 76.

by janetta


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Bee's

{bee's}

the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty

{bee's}

Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives

{bee's}

so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }





Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever


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Memorable Sounds of Summer

The early morning sun peeks in through my window
And I have to awake once sun light kisses my face
The first sound I hear, and my favorite of all
Are the chirping hummingbirds, resting 
Upon the trellis where honeysuckle winds
They seem to beckon me, come greet the day!”
Hurried bare feet patter on cool hard wood floor
As I head towards the kitchen making sure the clock is right
It's too late for breakfast, but the coffee machine softly hums
Hmmm! Delicious! Coffee always smells so divine!
It’ not quite noon, but kids are already at the pool
Splashing loudly, “Marco Polo!” They serenade
There goes the ice cream truck, slowly rolling down some street
Playing nursery rhyme jingles making stops along the way
Children screeching, with Moms’ admonishing
Ice cream, for the moment, is all they can see
Down to the beach, later, I am sure to go
Where lively ocean waves, Smack the crowded shore
As sea gulls screech, and fight over their meal
And laughter erupts from kids, big and small
In the cool of the evening with the sun ending its watch
The smooth sounds of a lone saxophone, rides the breeze
 jazzy and so cool! Wafting in the air for all to enjoy
All these are, my most memorable sounds of a hot summer’s day!


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Spring Seed

Mutely, they languish
in embryonic earth—
wait a rust of water, 
a red blossom
bursting 
from screaming
sepia mother. 


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Hurricane Wilma

As we watched her from across the sea,
an eerie feeling came over me.

Her sisters we had met before,
so happy were we when they left our shore.

Slow and seductive she stayed on her course.
Taunting and teasing having no remorse.

For days she haunted us, we had not a clue.
None of us knew what she might do.

Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best.
Hoping she was not like the rest.

Katrina and Rita her sisters were named,
her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame.

Then as she eased upon our shores,
we boarded the windows and bolted the doors.

The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail,
some houses were flooded by this tropical gale.

Soon it was over, we all looked outside.
The power was gone, many trees lay aside.

But happy we were that she had not seemed,
as mad and mean as her sisters had been.


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The Color Of Autumn

The air is cold ;so is my heart
the world starts to die just as I.
 In somberness I see the beauty of it all.
the reds,oranges,browns and golds give us hope
that the coming winter will help the earth regenerate,
As an artist paints the wonder of the coming fall, as his
eyes do see the wilderness change, so to do I.
 My death is my fall, my rebirth will be my winter.
I hold such splendor tight to my love and close to my heart.
For in truth lives life and in death lives the light.
My autumn shall become what my eyes behold.
an interwoven pattern of the world, a world unknown.
these beatious mountains of res,oranges,browns, and golds.
 Now what do your eyes see in this empty land surrounded by sea.


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The Deadball Era

when it comes to baseball
there was one team that we shall
remember from it's past

it's the nineteen twenty seven 
        N.Y Yankees

amidst this legendary collection 
you shall find the hotest team 
that ever played baseball

starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert
followed by his general manager Ed Burrow

not to mention the players

starting At first base was Lou Gehrig
rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing
shortstop was Mark Koenig and
heading for third was Joe Dugan and
at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins

And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder
Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and 
left fielder was Bob Meusel

Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers
we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in
Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras
and if thats not good enought then they had
Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget
about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey
along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while
closing their games with Wiley Moore

As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said 
when they got tromped 21-1 in their game 
was these fellows not only beat you 
but they tear your heart out

So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row
of the dead ball era comes to you a great
team of players that is now safe at home



In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's 
May You All Be 
Angels In The Outfield


Also Entry To Matt Caliri's 
On Baseball Contest


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Winter

Winter is so long 
So cold
So very lonely 

Oaks winter undressed limbs
Stretch into the bone chilling darkness
Seeking as if to be clothed

She is the embodiment of my sorrow
The bleakness of my empty heart
Like Oak I too am barren 

Under this moonlit night
Oaks silent limbs silhouette like a widow in black lace 
Entwined in the grey mist rising from the lake 

It looks like a backdrop for a spooky movie set
I almost expect the lone ominous black cape-hooded rider
To emerge through the haze with its scythe 

It was near here we often sat - in the sunshine 
Throwing bread crumbs to the ducks
We laughed and kissed under Oaks green canopy 

Serenaded by bird song
We were the embodiment of oneness 
Words couldn’t express
We just knew words were not necessary

We fulfilled each other
There was no want
No need
Except - to continue 

We embraced the setting sun knowing 
The sun rose everyday-

But now
Just an eerie silent grey mist rising 
A stark reminder
Of the absence of your sunshine 
Your warmth- your comfort

I wait solemnly- 
Longing for spring-
For summer-

© Brenda V Northeast  20th of July
rewrite 20th Jan. 2012


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She Is

She is the season that beguiles wisdom
With ripe fresh fruit and calming breeze
She is the ocean lapping at the shore
Dashing back then coming forth
She is each smooth pebble skimmed across the sea
She is the sun, bursting through the trees
She is sand castles, ice creams, and deck chairs
She is the frolicking abandonment of cares
She is everything; there's nothing in-between
She is every fragrant flower; the perfumed air I breathe

She is a lust that cannot last
Cooling rapidly, a love soon past
Soon her feelings will cloud over
Soon the hills will lose their aroma
Soon there will be nothing but withered leaves
Dead rose heads and deserted trees;
Soon the hunts will claim the life
Of the bounding fox, with it's playful mind
For she can't stay indefinitely
Except of course, in memory.


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oh! Christmas Tree

Oh! Christmas tree

needles dropped

branches few

May the first

time to get rid of you!


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Snow Fence in Summer

We are propped
in chanting Indian summer wind,
fixed upon empty ribs
of snow fence
swaying akimbo in afternoon air,
lightly touching
            sepia earth.

As I touch you
I am someone else.

A new-dark wind rages
through the open window.
Lying here, we absorb night
                  suspended
in a high gazebo, unseen fences
pushing backs,
pushing us to one another;
the last harvest wind
            jade through hands.


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Summer Escapades

mud pies and hopscotch
played in the sand

nurturing guidance
from my Daddy's hand

butterflies and flowers
my dolly and toys

I left them behind 
to be one of the boys

tattle-tales and trouble-makers
were sent on their way

imagination and laughter
filled most of our day

sibling bonding
performed with a scream

singing and sharing
and home-made ice cream

no crying nor whiners
no time left to pout

fearless from sun up
till the last stars are out

chores done for change
and candy in a sack

freedom and pinkie wishes
till school started back


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a summer day

unhurried thoughts

sweet with honeysuckle.

water melon eaten down to the rine.

music from a neighbors radio

on a blanket under the trees.

bare feet and sunburned shoulders.

warm lemonade from a pitcher

cracking the ice cubes in a glass.

watching the clouds make curtains

on the windows of heaven.

a summer day.


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Spring Anthem

daffodils
nodding 
their heads
keeping rhythm 
with the wind

miniature 
white 
rose-like 
bridle veil
bowing over the fence 

tiny wildflowers 
in pinks and whites
happily enjoying 
extra hours 
of daylight

vinca vines 
on the hillside 
in showy deep 
lavender 
sublime 

sunshine yellow 
forsythia 
blooms 
burst open 
on bare limbs

a bushy,
rose-pink 
japonica 
turns its face 
to the sun

spring 
sings her anthem
as soft showers begin
welcoming new life
to earth again


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To be Forever in Autumn

   It's so warm...
The clouds are shifting...
   I can feel the bright evening sun curessing my face.
The cool wind ruffels my hair.
   I can hear the small leaves red, brown, yellow, and orange wispering in my ears.
I see them glinding down from the sky...
   The smell of burned firewood and fresh grass, entangling my senses, setting them aflare.
Children running and laughing as the sun swifly moves behind the trees...
   Squires nessel in the holes of them, mouths full of stored nuts for the winter.
Everyone's preparing for the coming of a new season.....except me.
   I want to enjoy, to engolf myself forever in this warm tingleling sensation...
To be forever in Autumn.


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A Native Winter

Nature's matriarch has dealt a harsh blow
the natives struggle to survive
their daily lives disrupted
returned overnight to the past
living as their ancestors did
the warm fog of their breath
quickly dissipates in the frigid air
doing battle against the cold
some are defeated, overcome by the mist
they go peacefully in the night
each morning the icy land emerges slowly
cold, darkened hearths await the light
one that takes many  days to arrive
the only heat comes from 
the waxy flames that warm their numbed fingertips
daily they wait
eeking out an existence
waiting for their world to reawaken
from it's winter slumber.


dedicated to those individuals who lost their lives in the ice laden storm that 
ripped through the country January 2007


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Regenerated hope

Regenerated hope, 
as new birth of nature 
begins to spring forth 
with warmth.


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Perfect Day

 
How lovely this day is to
Be

With the sunshine at play

Inside my heart and all
Around today

Feelin’ so good through
And through

The sunshine beaming
Over and around my
Shoulders

Yearning

Wanting to explore

Tiny wings takes flight

Over hills and mountains
Tops

They soar higher and higher

Over the valley deep

Calling for a change

Bursting shootin spouts
Of love

Raining down on me

Butterflies at play

Sipping nectar from
A cup

Dashing in and out of
Meadows flow

At play the butterflies
And the wind 


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DEEDS OF GOOD PEOPLE

DEED I

Be courteous and helpful
to the blind woman, or man who's unable to cross the street as a scary cat;
they often wait at the traffic light for the kindest person,
and grasping their hand until they are over the other side, it's quite a relief!

DEED II

See folks struggling with the heavy grocery bags:
don't be embarrassed to ask them if they need a hand to carry them to their door!


DEED III

Give a dollar to the homeless while catching the bus or train:
" Thank you and God bless " will make your busy day!

DEED IV

Shoving the snow on a stormy day for the elderly who are afraid to come out:
watch them smile behind the frosty windows!


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A Christmas Mystery

I look at it in awe.
What could it be?
The long coveted toy
or a sweater knitted with love.
There it sits, taunting me.
I shake it, there is no sound.
It is so pretty
covered in greens and gold
topped with a large red bow.
It intrigues me.
What could fit in such a box?
But none the less
I must wait
til the morning of St. Nick.


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Genesis

The ice relaxes on the side of the hill
as the music of water crescendos with joy;
the scent of the air
and upsurge of vitality 
emerge when spring plays her yearly role
as leader of life reborn.

Snow departs the trees
and cascades slowly from rustling boughs;
a watery chortle from a lake nearby
tells the world of  new life.


The acorns that God planted
created new homes
of sturdy oak for the
lesser creatures precious to Him;
He watered the oaks
within his greenhouse
to build protection
from heat and rain.


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indian summer

warm and hazy days of gold
the jewel in summer's crown
unrivaled in the splendor
of her burnished gown

brushed with frost and falling leaves
her  glory much too brief
the black and white of wintertime
comes as natures thief

only her memory remains
faint in the frosty air
how I long to feel again
those days so warm and fair
indian summer


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Wondrous Winter

Wondrous winter
Chills the nose,
Warms the heart
and swirls the snow. 

Children play.
Angels are made.
Lovers are laughing
And flakes are laid.

Cocoa and Candy,
A sign of night.
Till tomorrow, when again
All is bright. 








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Alchemy

Autumn presses her lips
to the breast of Summer.
I will feed from you
‘til you are no more,
then shepherd you in death
to a crystalline shore.
The old man waits
as surely as you burn.
There is a time for everything
and in everything we return.
In light and in shadow
beyond woodlands, beyond sea,
there is no golden promise,
only alchemy.


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Rock

GLASS--glass
draping. Glassbraking.
Settled around the window's frame.


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God's Little Critters

vast wilderderness she lays her head 
moss strewn rock beds and nil vegetation 
in the distant the lone wolf begins to howl 
no sun to call her own   
just gotten entangled in a predators sneer 
shes begins gnawing frantically
blood soaked coating
and one less hoof to stand with
this tiny deer finally had gotten freed
just as I was picking up the phone to
call animal control to help out
one of God's own little critters  




Tribute To
God's Critters

Also Entry For
Laura Mckenzie's
Beyond Nightfall Contest


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Beauty

1
Beauty holds meaning too many.
There is beauty in all.
Beauty is captured by eyes.
Love is true beauty forever.
Bonding two in glorious bliss,
Love is captured by the heart.
Enriched by the spirit,
Held in sync by touching,
2
Nature’s beauty is in all seen.
Embodiment, collectively,
In all stages of structure
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Amazing venues of events,
Each with beauty their own,
Empowering the next
Phase of magnetism.
3
What and who knows real true beauty.
Beauty to one is another’s,
Ugliness they cannot stand.
Eyes to eyes make a connection.
Heart to heart a bond forever
Mind to mind develops goal
Beauty of the soul guides
All couples, so serene.


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Family Vacation

As we warm our souls,
 with the summer sun 
and refresh our spirits,
 by getting away
we share together our love
merging our characters for this 
single moment in time 
 for one another while experiencing
life's adventures as a family


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simplistic

i wonder 
i wander
i love you
i love the fact that you have no idea

of who i am

let's keep it this way

goodbye

hello


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Real Women Sweat

My goodness but its hot
I'm wringing wet.
"Women perspire," he said,
"only men sweat."

Well, guess again buddy
maybe la-de-dah ladies perspire,
but Real Women sweat
and right now I'm on fire.

In high school my mother
would take me to the beauty parlor
to get me a fancy  dance doo
and then later I'd hollar

Because after a dance or two,
my hair would be dripping wet.
I was so embarrassed
all covered with sweat.

Air conditioning is just too cold
and it smells funny,
so I sit in front of a fan
when it gets too sunny.

But running out for chores
in 90-degree heat
is no fun at all
I just come home beat.

So you'all have a good summer ...
and I still say it yet ...
that ladies may perspire,
but Real Women sweat.


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July 4th (Sedoka)

Finally the day 
Relaxing in my lawn chair 
Barbeque grill smoking; 
Smells oh so good! 
Volleyball over the net 
Family fireworks—Wow! 


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Fall-like Summer....

This weekend...in the northwest
.......is like october in july,
why do the other states
.......continue to burn and fry......


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Evening Monsoon

A
half-drawn curtain
of rain

reveals through its
fringes
the softly silent
orange light
of summer desert sunset

(A rainbow
in the southwest sky
marvels at it all)

as lightning
strikes up,

a conversation in the language
of humid warmth
and storming thunder,

the context of which
grows slowly ever darker,

until only stars
are left to tell.


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take pause

my son comes by and looks over my shoulder
at his picture on my PC's wallpaper
he analyses it carefully seeing 
himself as so young, so innocent
he can't believe he was ever that 
young and innocent
(he's twenty now)

life spans before him like the view
from a tollbooth at a suspension bridge
his motor revving a little
he looks at the collector in the booth
then at the long span 
over the river of life
ready to ride, he presses the gas,
confidently grips the wheel
and pulls away, the music in his ears

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22


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Autumn's Glow

As I wander these verdant, pleasant grounds
in the idyllic afternoons of autumn,
colors abound before my delighted eyes,
refreshing to behold.

The temperature slowly declines
as days go by,
bringing about a fond dusting-off
of the scarves and hoods of yesteryear,
the chill returning once again to the air.

My thoughts drift lazily where they may,
fluttering about like the orange and yellow
leaves in the breeze.
Here, a memory of soft hands,
warm lips, a warmer heart;
there, a musing or two -
what makes us love?
Will it last?

Seemingly of a sudden,
I feel a bite on my face
and realize the teeth belong to the air.
It's that time yet once more -
time to bid a fond adieu
to the days of autumn's glow.


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A Christmas Tale

A tired old man walked
down a snow covered street
His clothes were in tatters
He had rags on his feet.........


It was Chritmas time in the big city.  All the stores were brightly lit.  There were
Santas on every corner ringing their bell, hoping the busy holiday shoppers would
drop a coin or maybe a few dollars into their pot.  
The old man was cold.  He hadn't eaten in days.  There was a crowd of people
waiting at the bus stop at the corner.  The old man approached one of the men 
standing there.  "Please kind sir, could you please spare a few coins for a cup of 
coffee?  It is very cold and I am very thirsty."  The man looked at the poor beggar 
with disdain.  "Get away from me you old bum" he said giving the old man a 
shove.  The old man lay on the ground for several minutes, listening to the 
laughter of the people standing there.  He finally pulled himself off the cold,
snow covered ground and started walking down the street.
He passed many people running in and out of the shops.  He asked several 
more people for help, but he was either ignored or like the first man, they were 
very abusive.  
The old man was so tired and cold and hungry.  He sat down on a crate in a dark 
alley.  Suddenly, a bright light appeared.  The old man disappeared and standing 
there, robed all in white, was Jesus.  "Every year I come down here to see how 
things are going, and every year, all I find is hatred and greed.  "Don't my children 
know that what ever they do to each other, I will do to them?'  
Jesus just stood there slowly shaking his head, and disappeared.


The next time a stranger asks you for help, I hope you remember this little tale.
You never know WHO you could be turning down.  MERRY CHRISTMAS


jojo7   2006


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Conversation After Karl Haas

That night, when the air was an azure army,
a tempter, a civil delight,
We stood blowing kisses
(the wind stood there with us)
on your porch lit by fire bug light
The night settled sweet right above us, 
your street in a bath of a contrary glow
and we spoke (how we spoke)
'till the sun almost woke up
and melted us back into snow...


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Training Session

flashing red lights
red and white stripes
crossing the road
where tracks are laid
whistle so loud
heard by the whole town
the warning the engineer played

steel wheels running on rails
pushing and pulling
staying on the trail
clu cluck clu cluck clu cluck
the heart beat of a living train
mixing with the whistle
and engine blair

from my car i saw the cars
that followed the engine 
of the train
and started counting
one by one
as they whistled by
and into the plain

cars that carried coal
everyone the same
except the ones with graffiti
usually some ones name
there were cars that carried cars
and tanks with propain
boxes they could put on truck
and back on trains again

there were some old box cars 
that were empty
doors slid open wide
so inviting to a hobo
who could just jump inside

i thought about the places
the bridges the train crossed
the places i'd like to see 
before the time is lost
the mountains the rivers
and the plains the train crossed
then i saw the Eden men thought
they'd lost
spread out in the places
that very train crossed


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Cusp of Equinox

Last night ached with the fear of fall.
I stubbed a toe against the dark.
And then came morning, sparking 
ponderosa’s candles one after another; 
igniting every living bird with the spirit 
of song as we tip the seasons,
the sun tilting to touch each stunned tree 
with the amber of its sap, so it stands 
for the moment transparent.


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Tempest

Dark fury rages through the atmosphere,
A tempest of wind, whirlwind of darkness,
An eye of calm, centered within chaos,
Forever winding, twisting and turning,
As dark cloud flash with thunder and light up with lighting.

Great clouds burst and shower down a torrent of water,
The land soaked to the core, towns destroyed.

Tempest fury, forever rising,
Great storms a smoking
Amongst the ruins of the sky,
Tornadoes form,
Earthquakes rattle the earth,
As life is sucked from the land,
Tearing crops from the field.

People die within writhing clouds,
Lightning strikes, mudslides, flooding, tornado.

Death comes in a thousand ways,
The tempest knows them all.




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The Seeds of Fear

Nature can exist without any sunlight.
The shadow is nurtured by the sustenance
sprouting from the soil in the Garden of Darkness and
from which grows the frondescence that nourishes our Fear.

The garden is dampened by the tears
of those whose shadow’s grip is strong and thriving
beneath the shade of the great ash trees.
Their roots and their branches connect the underworld
with the Gods of the earth, sky, and sea.

And the shadow exists between these planes 
where it relies on the fruit fallen from the
Trees of Life and Knowledge that faithfully grow
in the Orchards of Loss
reminding us, with each passing season, 
as, once again, the blossoms flourish among the cherry trees,
that immortality exists.

Morning glory withers to give way to impervious vines of insecurity
that wrap tightly around a wrought iron fence
behind which the Unknown fertilizes the seeds of Fear.
A bittersweet aroma rises from a flowerbed adorned with
Violets of Distrust and White Lilies of Lost Hope.
Their scent fills the Garden of Darkness
and reaches the senses of all that venture through.


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Power of Choice

Who’s this kind fellow I’m beholding @ Facebook
Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day’s
Service?
Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady
And hence where’d we quickly get to, to unite, 
Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer?

If we’d planned to get to a brothel house some inmates 
There’d come fast to us,

Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms
Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms
And wildly explore through whoredom?

Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends 
Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the 
Power!

If we’d decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome
There’d await us; we’d get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes,
Our legs
We’d get in there with our earnest songs and prayers,
But remaining in separate quarters there’d be our sole choice
And too difficult a solemn task.

If we’d agreed to get to church ushers there’d smile with us
We’d hear the din of Jesus’ disciples who told the violent 
Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama 
Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, 
Distract our attention, retract our petition
While to God we express our real penitence;

And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire
We wouldn’t relent in efforts our gifts to present, 
We’d call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire.
We wouldn’t stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, 
On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh.

As joy and gladness are partners together
May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may
We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug
My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.


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Threading Needles in the Dark

Taking time to test tradition,
I entered a stage of your tragedy
where high hopes ended in question marks
as a mad dog bared its teeth.

You asked me if I'd help you
thread a needle in the dark,
and when the cold steel pierced my skin,
I felt your pain
but I let it sting.

A drop of blood upon my lips,
I waited for a tender kiss,
but you left me on a stairway in the rain
threading needles in the dark.


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Moon Personified

Floating as in a misty gloom,
Peering through the obscurity,
Daunting apparition above me,
Shades do glimmer across heavens.
Disguised from eyes,
By way of the swirls between us,
Summer crescent cries out.
Shining upon the misty dew,
Glistening upon its purity,
I am here; listen to hear.
My words from ancient times,
Through creation, I see.
Melancholies as well delight.
Mystical fantasy I present.
Upon appearance in dark,
One appellation,
Titles of many,
Luna is one.


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summer

warm water splashing between my toes while sitting on the dock
while the kids all play football in the pool
and harley dog dropping his ball in my lap
wanting me to throw it in the pool
it's 89 degrees 
this summer heat is great
sipping drinks and eating snacks with friends
what can be better than this?


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Fading with Tomorrow (from My Secret Sin)

Here and now is all we have
A chance to tear, a chance to laugh
Reach out for something more to grasp
At times I could dream upon quiet nights
A happy home,
Hot chocolate and faded porch lights
Don’t cry your tears
For they’ll only fade with tomorrow
As time leaks, truth speaks
Come eye to eye with romance
A new face to meet
So many peers around me
Even out in the clear troubles surround me
Please, don’t cry your tears
For they will only fade with tomorrow
My hours consist of mislead love
Late night clubs 
A few warm hugs,
A couple of lonely shoulders with shrugs
My peers say there’s nothing I couldn’t conquer
Yet my popularity allows loneliness to ware on me
Never could defeat my guilty conscience
For now it only cares to own me
But don’t cry your tears
For they’ll only fade with tomorrow
So much pressure consumes this life of mine
Then again, 
There I go being selfish and wasting our time 
I’m wading through the world’s insanity
Yet I’m lost in my own misery
Stranded tears of thee
Would any of you care to see
Please don’t cry your tears, 
For they will only fade with tomorrow
I’m so desperate to live long
So hard to carry on, when nobody loves you
I’m curious, 
Over the edge are they eager to shove me 
Say grace from above me
Pick me up, dust me off, and hug me
In reality it’s alright to dream
But above life it’s broken schemes



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The Storm

Rain softly falling
Gust blowing with a Vengeance
Darkness all around
Thunder rattling the windows
Lightning illuminating the sky from a distance
Trees falling with deafening thuds
Trickles of my sweat fall
My heart drops with each bang
And yet a short pause ensues…
Not a sound to bee heard… Am I safe?
Suddenly… Thunder roars! Boom! 
Lightening strikes again
I scream desperately for this storm to end
As tears fall off my fearful face
I have no one to contact
I remain alone
Am I safe? I still must ponder…


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The Haunted Door

A haunting house,
I gaze upon within the dark hollows of the hill,
Nestled in the snowy rain,
Black as night, the doorway stands,
Cobwebbed by age.

Great stone walls rise up from the sides of the hill,
Towering above the door, casting shadows upon the ground,
And dead bushes and plants ring the yard,
Filling it with musty smell of death,
But always the dusty tile path,
Leads the wooden door.

Little life lies here upon this hill,
This roofless house is haunted now,
For the stones inside there are names upon
great stones set into the mantle, dust covering the walls.

Here I sat for days on end,
Never moving towards the door,
My thoughts upon that ancient door,
Thinking of entry, opening that dusty door.

My mind made up, I walk towards the house,
Through dark night,
And blizzard winds,
Open that door and walk inside,
It slams behind,
Now I am alone,
Behind that door,
In that roofless house,
Sleeping with those long gone,
Lying in a crevice marked by a granite block.

And here I lie for eternity,
Here I rest at last,
And to heaven I now go,
To greet those from the far past.


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IT WOULDN'T FEEL LIKE CHRISTMAS

If it were any warmer,
it wouldn't feel like Christmas;
the logs wouldn't crackle,
gentle mothers wouldn't read,
" A Christmas Carol " to their children...
watch how they smile, everything is magical!


If the snowman and the reindeer 
weren't on the front lawn, with lights shining
on their frosty faces, nobody would stop by and look
and admire a wonderland miniature!
Come and I will invite you in for an eggnog,
hot coffee, or tea...taste my cinnamon biscuits! 


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claiming to have the poets eye.

claiming to have the poets eye,
that when upon looking at the world,
your vision goes beyond the sky.
to see the formation of clouds,
the birds singing,
the insects disappearing.
sorry, sweetheart, thats no poetry of mine.
i see the loneliness,
the cold brush of wind that cuts egos like knives,
blistering tears swept away
to a place neither of us will ever know.
because fall is far from vibrant,
how cliched to write anything about the seasons change.
the leaves are dying, 
turning to shades of brown and mustard.
the fields are not gold,
they are decay.
the trees are skeletons,
naked,
your eyes violating them with every glance.
the sidewalks dampen with sheets of rain,
that cleanse the streets of viruses,
sweeping them into the heads of schoolchildren
and grocery store workers.
humiliated pumpkins sitting on doorsteps,
their bodies stripped of nutrients and life,
hollow and empty.
does assimilation make your heart heal faster?


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Race With the Devil (from My Secret Sin)

Come on and race with this heavenly devil
Watch as hail reigns on that holy umbrella 
You could never become a conductor of this level
I only race with the devil
I ain’t no sinner, but don’t judge me
Temptation drifts toward beginners 
Only trials touch me 
Alcohol and lustful trust all through your body
Like diarrhea gots a three year old rushing to the potty
Ghostly stats, bitter chit chats
Conquered maps bleeding on mats 
Hustler magazines, lonely couples addicted to claps
Strapped in lubrication
So I can live to climax another day
White around my nostrils
Maybe I’ll live to quit another way
Witness my enemies coming ever so toward me 
I’ll never live to see a better Hell 
For death has assured me
This is only a prelude to a dream
Pastors and priest 
Never hesitate to infiltrate my schemes
To get major means 
Reality floats above my vanilla sky’s 
My conscience tells me 
Gods screaming aquapella or at least he tries
Life has no scene selection or fend protection
Choices of a simple election
Hardships are our special features
Heaven and hell have never been  so neutral
So come on and race with this heavenly devil



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Summer Memories

The sweet smell of pine
prickles my nose.
It reminds me of that summer
I met you under the stars.
Seems like only yesterday
your strong hand
grabbed mine so tenderly.
With grainy sand between our toes,
we walked along the moonlit beach.
The ocean waves lapped against
the shoreline we strolled.
As we gazed at the beautiful night sky,
the heavens twinkled and smiled.
Morning came as I woke up
in your arms.
Gently a breeze flowed in
through the open window.
On it was carried the scent
of a pine tree - 
the very tree that became memory's bliss.


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Whiteness

The holiday bells are ringing
Peaceful Smiles and Joyful Bringing
All is right this Holiday season
For tis will be the year of giving
Whiteness falls making the mood
Makes all in the spirit of giving
Love and rejoice
For all we see is Whiteness


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Rain

Do you know what I’m describing?
I’ll give you three clues.


It pitter-patters on the roof
Forms a rainbow that’s the truth.


Do you know what I’m describing?
Umbrellas are what it’s prescribing.


It’s falling, falling from the sky
And makes it hard to stay dry.


Do you know what I’m describing?
It’s the rain and it’s subsiding.


Rain, rain went away
Will it come another day?


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A SWIRLING LEAF

Like a Christmas merry-go-round
this little red and green leaf
swirled 'round and 'round
in a tiny puddle in the wind.

It reminded me of holiday cookies
sand being the sugar sprinkled
upon it so sparkly red and green
that I could almost taste it. 

I had a red and green parrot once
he was my holiday gift all year
singing loud Christmas carols
of his own spectacular making.

He would have loved those cookies.

Sheila Kathryn Barrera
http://www.myspace.com/sheila_kathryn_barrera


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Springtime On the Mountain

Red bud trees in a sea of green
White Dogwood blooming everywhere
Heralding springtime to all who 
Live on the mountain.

Blue birds build their nests
Animals bring their new babies
Out for all to see.
Baby rabbits, squirrels, and deer
All have a place on this hill.

Goodbye snow and wind
Goodbye dark depressing days
Goodbye endless nights
Hello warm inviting sunshine

The earth is reborn yet again
And all is right with the world.


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FROM A RAVEN'S BACK

FROM A RAVEN'S BACK


Raven wraps me in his blackness
Swoops me on his wings
Glides through tumbling midnight clouds
Across moonlit pine scent mountains
Darts down to taunt the choleric choppy winter sea
Breaks through the net of weeping mist to
Boldly greet the glistening dawn--
Reluctantly he deposits me beside my darkened doorway


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Summer Strawberry

Want to hear me when I'm away?
Listen to the waves

Searching for hidden eyes?
I'm looking down from a
Cloudless sky.  

Smell of cherry blossom's around you?
That's just me tickling you 

Touch that mimics me?
A quick dive Into the pool

Want a taste to hold a memory?
My love , my Summer strawberry


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Picture Me At Ease (Angel of Sadness)

Picture me at ease 
Think of me enjoying one last breeze 
The characteristics in my personality 
so hard to please 
Saturday mornings it’s Ric D’s 
Another mother 
trying to feed her family from her knees 
It’s all good in your eyesight 
But you and I 
were born to stand on the other side of right 
And I can’t reach for heaven 
For the statistics say I’m only five, seven 
I just want you to picture me at ease 
Think of me enjoying one last breeze 
Fact is after the hugs, kisses, and unfortunate risk 
Yes my dreams will shatter 
The past is made 
yet the future remains a broken pattern 
My only token is plastic leather, “Plather” 
I’ll be here, therefore and after 
Someone to grasp you, embrace your tears 
But picture me at ease 
Just think of me enjoying one last breeze 
And it’s the same depressing song 
That keeps us stretching past the wrong 
Smiles and guilt trips 
cause we are only stressing to live long 
Better yet it’s a blessing to rest at home 
My can tin’s filled with nothing 
My palms is blistered, my misery telling me to toughen 
I’m living to die 
So I don’t often bother with breathing 
Nonsense is adolescents teething 
But picture me at ease 
Think of me enjoying one last breeze


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Last Sail Burning

There was a fire on the pirate ship
Two parrots flew out like a whip
Returning they squabbled on deck
Feathers flew around—a shot!

The moon came out and drifted
With clouds moving to and fro
Bottles crashed and songs rose
The party continued all night

It was every man for himself
At sunrise a plank extended
The walker, blindfolded, landed
Head first on the ice—plunk!

It was a pirate ship, stuck
Bed of ice was all around
Middle of the lake
Far from the tropics

Lost and off course
They now burned
Their last sail
No wind

—Stuck!


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Short days of Winter solstice

A still covers the ground with a frigid blast
From the skies the snow does cast 
Shinny flickering frozen dew 
Blanketing the trees with a silvery hue 
All is in a hush
But the wind does brush 
The last surviving brown trims of grass
As thou they were holding on for dear life  
Cutting through them like a knife 
And the land shall sleep 
Deep, through the night 
Until the morning light
Morning shadows create shapes 
That last for hours, then escapes
The sun shifts without delay  
Bringing us to the end of the day 

 


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Untitled Poem Number One

He doesn't know them yet
But they'll be here
Soon

He can't see them yet
But they're on the way
Already

He won't feel them yet
But they're here
Now

Now 
Here they are and
Just touching him

Already
The way they came and
Just showing up at his door

Soon
Here they'll stay and
Just keep him company.


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Provision with a price....

Agrarian....agriculture
wet and dry affecting bolster
basic grain pre-market commodity
dispersal targets rift uncommonly

Feedstock fodder higher priced
milk,egg,cheese will future thrice
upkeep livestock feel the strain
lack of grain...we'll all feel the pain

Corn,wheat,rice and soybean
hot potato money machine
pass the buck absorb the cost
surcharge tacked as all not lost


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Love of Autumn Days

In soft autumn days
I play in the leaves
Spraying them high
Allowing them to filter
Through my stretched fingers
Yellow, orange, and red
Beauty within spread
Happiness in the cool air
Affording great wisps
Blowing in the breeze
Living a long life
Desiring days like these
Where peace and tranquility
Flow from beginning to end
Holding these memories
Deep in our minds
To frequently recall
The love of autumn days

Russell Sivey


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This Fine Spring Day

I smelled nothing sweeter 
than the new rose in bloom
Nor the smell of lilacs, upon a fine spring day.

I saw nothing better
Than the morning sun rise
With the birds flying eagerly, along on their way.

I tasted nothing juicier
Than the softness of berries
juices come alive in my mouth, refreshingly sweet.

I heard nothing prettier
Than the sound of the bells
And the sound of laughter and children’s little feet. 

I felt nothing warmer
Than the touch of your hand
As you take mine and walk with me this fine spring day.


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sweet

cherry gloss clings to your sweet lips
as the boy across the way looks on

sweet are the days when
 young love is in the air 

a quick glance,
a smile,
even a nod

nothing better to end the sweet summer
 with someone attached to your arm


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Realization and Growth in Middle Times of Yuletide Seasons

for a while now, i have been kissing the yuletide vibration of your memory
i have been placing a wreath on the diamond door hook of your symbolism 
i have been putting up Christmas lights as a tributary stream of hope for myself
i have been wishing that could just wrap my daydreams as a present and somehow make you magically appear
progression in life has a way of leading to an amazing type of clarity after a slip here and a slide there like defiant snow
a Blessing from God has a way of encouraging the brain to dig deeper in pictorial thought
i admit that certain Christmases i was submissive and subservient to the selfish side of my buried wishbones
now that i am older and a bit more travelled, the philosophies within me are stirring the dusty limbs of my growth like a warm space heater to the flesh
i have come to be thankful moreso for the here and the now while simultaneously embracing the root teachings in memoriam and prayer
nowadays, as i place the flowers on the plates and graves, i thank them and love them for all that they gave....and forget about me for a god lil bit....
Merry Christmas, sweet roots, i hope to continue to grow, learn, and embrace the true meaning of the Treetop Connection even more....
....for the rest of My Time on this earth....


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Dog Running Spring

How thin are master’s wishes
when he leaves the leather leash behind!
How every rutty road opens into woods 
pungent with smells a human couldn’t fit
into the nooks of his narrow nose. 

How slow two booted feet climb the hill
when four feathered legs can catch a cloud 
on the fly. How soft the cry of master, 
so far behind, lamenting that he can’t
catch April; that spring won’t bide. 


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Forest Edge Night

not sleepy,
spread soft blankets on soft grass;
     lie down staring up,
     dark-bluish dome, April's starless sky;
          head propped
          on wrist, hearing voices of the night;
               sharp creaking
               of branches, rustlings in dense foliage;
                    tree trunks breathing
                    low, swaying, whispering canopies;
                         bush rodent screams
                         at owl's haunting, hooting soliquy;
                              scared mouse squeaks
                              in the hissing, winding sand-hills;
                         duck's wings thrum,
                         swooping slow from distant lakes;
                    wild dog howls
                    at absent but not forgotten moon;
               westerly wind stirs,
               blowing all other sounds away;
          none in the hush
          but the soft crackling of lame flame;
     dozing off now,
     can't stoke to life the dying embers;
ashes, faint smoke,
linger long for me to vaguely remember !


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Of the Same Soul

Flushed and frothing in the late July heat
of a slow motion Texas afternoon,
I ventured a call home
and found you
there.

Still of the same soul
and still the same
half of my whole.

It took almost an hour
to remind you how much we breathed
when rust was new on the dog
and kisses hung from trees
like diamond tears.

Remembering December in July,
a pleasant diversion from this blistering heat.
3am Delaney Street
and you
with those matchbook blues.
Every box you opened up
was like a gift,
and suddenly it was Christmas.

I drank a toast to you and me
and me and you
and thought of Dutch and Parson Brown,
dancing in our socks,
a lamp shade and a windowpane,
yet nothing left for posterity
but this memory in July.

And me
wishing skies were not so high
and cement didn't dry
and that we could carve our initials
in an evergreen Christmas tree.


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Gentilly Clouds

Love comes in colors
and April
(dressed in 501 blue rain)
chases winter
and her guardians of the heart.
Blackred roses bleed
through a cornerless sky
and lovers hide their eyes
from the hot pink iridescence
of it all.
Painted horsemen
canter by in full regalia,
flagwaving to the brokenhearted.
Black and white rainbows
and grey days fade
into technicolor dreams
and neon nights.
My canvas,
your landscape.
Still life moves
from a palette of pastels,
reflecting in your eyes
the color of Gentilly clouds.


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Learning Sabbath

 Learning Sabbath 
Learning Sabbath 
 
 
Some people have much silver and they count it in the box some people have 
there dollars cut in half and have too much some people have no money but 
have a better half some people have a life even if its just inside them or there 
wife even iff she is so far away on Sabbath Day. 
Eye walked and gathered food and let the food place fallow lie on sabbath day. 
Eye walked and begged no money on the sabbath day eye walked and carried 
food away on almost every sabbath day but if eye want to tell the truth and never 
lie then eye must say there had to be at least a sabbath day eye kept sometime 
no judgement come to me as eye am not professing law to keep but lawgiver 
come on sabbath day so sweet at end of life to come eye have the only one the 
last one eye must keep and not be late it's Heaven found above no fable of a pie 
in sky no fable but the truth no fable of a someday world but one of solid youth the 
strength of elder the hope on GOD the wonder of a life changed into a life of 
wonder and of old turned into young Saturday will come.


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Autumn

Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!
the beautimus strummles of hairfluffing airswirls
entwirling mine headcurls about my thinker

Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!
warmgoodles squishingles through my toe valleys
rediddles rendering dripples down snifflynoseits

Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!
days of tinged arbor feathers falling danclingly
lollorifficly spindrying my happineffiliousness



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Weather's Blend

There once was a desperate lonely old man walking through hot desert Sun.
He was completely sand blown and all his garments dangling totally undone.
But he walked as a sharp shooter aimed bowed and arrowed in the Sun’s way,
He seemed to be searching indefatigably for a higher score on a brighter day!

His whole entire world he had left,
Leaving each of everything behind!

He could feel his sunshades begin to slide slip and melt.
That poor old man was about to lose his beautiful mind.
Then he looked up at the vast Sun and this is what he said 

Me! Oh! My! “I Do As I Must So Now As I Must Give My High Recommend”,
A dash of this or toss of that brews my seasonal mixtures into weather’s blend!

I really, truly and knowingly do give you my honorable High Recommend,
Just so I can commend my natural amends coursing thy self on honors end!
 

 
 


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A Change of Seasons

The air
         becomes 
frigid
and as dawn 
breaks
        over 
           
the 
            city
the thousand and one 
                        creeds
vanish into 
     silence
      flakes of snow
fall lightly 
           on the trees
on the 
      crowds
as they head home
Perhaps you'll find 
              what you're 
               looking for
in this 
       festive 
season
        the whirling 






snowflakes 
            cover the asphalt 
homeland
             in 
               white
"all the world's a 
stage" as the bard said
     but the actors
 slow down
          and hibernate
come winter       
                


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HAPPY NEW YEAR !

Happy New  Year!
Time will tell.
What lyes ahead
Come toll the bell.

Kiss your love.
Eat pork and kraut.
Sing "Auld Lang Syne."
Throw troubles out.

Make resolutions.
Add the old.
Pray for peace.
God make us bold.

Happy New Year!
As the bells do call.
Ringing in
New Hope for all.


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Son Rise (from Scenes from Above)

Wave goodbye Tomorrow 
Die, drown another victim in yesterdays sorrow
This is goodbye tomorrow 
No tides to borrow 
So goodbye tomorrow 
Yesterday gone, tomorrow not shown 
Today just a repetition of a sinners definition 
My hopes shattered 
How do I cope with my tears and matter 
Drooling of fantasy's when you had her
A poor mans paradise 
Adversity and no cares about life 
Living in hell and loving it 
Pivoting through bail and shoving it 
Shoulder blades cracked, collar bones crumbled 
Older, outdated, fact is to remain humble
Cemetery lust 
Post marriage life and fussing is a must 
Burning eyelids 
Is there even a such thing as baby's dying of SIDDS 
Irresponsibility, parent-hood and no agility 
Rapper and murderer's 
Yall are cursed, so don't even refer to us 
I'm blessed with stress, my life's a mess 
But for me happiness is only a test 
And when you see that sudden glow in my eyes
And the room flow's with goodbyes 
It will all come as no surprise 
That as I pray for tomorrow
I'll be taken before sunrise 
And maybe I'll get to witness again his Son Rise


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Lest we forget.....

Turtle Island...is what it was called
revered by it's people,eventually appalled

Here long before the european invasion
lest we forget from historical persuasion

A nomadic culture whom lived with the seasons
disrespect to nature,to them was high treason

Crossing a landbridge,enduring migration
new home was found with much invigoration

Difference of belief,shouldn't be termed as primitive
all within the universe is found to be relative

Chief's and wise men orally told
which continued their story as nuggets of gold

Ancient cultures and races,were once,
as they pass with the stars and the setting sun.....

          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

" All things are connected...whatever befalls the earth,
   befalls the children of earth......"
                                                              Chief Seattle
                                                    Suqwamish and Duwamish


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Pilgrim Souls

Diamond tears are falling,
crystal streams of broken dreams,
lost on the horizon,
children in a driftwood jungle.
Pilgrim souls of brown and gold
shining in the autumn moonlight,
secret homecoming.

A shooting star scattered sparks all around us
as you buried me in the sand.
Magic dust for infant eyes,
the treasures we unearthed
laughing at the blues,
cheating time
and whistling in the wind.


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heart fire

the snow is cold and falling.                                                                                                
I am just the same.

there is no heat, there is nothing to warm with.
the fire that was sizzling                                                                                                       
is not  burning anymore.

is this just the beginning of a long frigid winter
is this the end of a summer love
a love that has turned with the seasons.

shall i seek shelter elsewhere
shall i draw up into myself and wait out this storm

i fear that there is not enough heat within me                                                                   
to last through this whole winter.

perhaps i can find again                                                                                                     
a little something 
to kindle me through december.


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Between Rains

Between rains
the ivory carving of clouds
becomes a living thing.  
Watercolors wash gilted streets, 
dance under wheels,
yet there is no time
for reflection, the singular
interpretations of foreign tongues
of clouded minds.

How many opportunities
never realize the grasp of eyes,
the moist moments
of hesitating smiles? 

It comes now without warning,
the wetness washing our bloods,
making them one - a rusting  of grass
in summer's soft revelations.


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Shoshone Moons

I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
The land
grows dark with white men
like so many ants.
 
It is time
of green corn moon.
 
Their tribe grows: blue knives,
buffalo men, yellow hairs.
 
They speak many tongues,
break words.
 
Yellow corn moon
fills bellies.
 
They still come.
 
Days grow less
like buffalo.
 
We see blood
on brown corn moon
looking through trees.
 
Their tribes grow.
 
I am Whispering Elk,
Shoshone.
 
Our moons
grow few.  


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