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Details | Quatrain | |

Windowpanes

An ancient river, centuries-old shops and restaurants steeped in a 2000-year history and 
culture set the scene. The ambiance seemed divinely contrived to facilitate the purposes of 
our meeting and the very fodder from which the greatest poets are sustained.
Not newcomers to the area, Kay P. and I were assigned to the Army Security Agency Field 
Station in Augsburg, Germany in 1974. We were colleagues in the intelligence community 
with no romantic overtures to our relationship, save an appreciation of poetry and profound 
philosophical discussions. Kay wanted to spend the evening with a poet, so we planned the 
evening to be appropriate for the purpose. 
At the time and place, we quickly found ourselves hopelessly immersed in the philosophical 
foundations of my writings throughout the evening. It was the first time since Vietnam that 
I'd felt worthy as a person. I still recall sipping the red wine and feeling the warmth of the 
large hearth inside the Balkan eatery. I still see the swans gliding by on the Lech flowing by 
our café.

When windowpanes begin to weep with autumn's chilly dew, I'm taken back through seasons passed to one delight held true, A rendezvous that time allowed, a gentle evening spent Amid a time of long discord when days were dreary bent. I feel the stretch upon my lips, the smile returns once more. Again, I smell the Balkan fare prepared on Lech's old shore, The mood is cast in high regard, the wine is tart and dry, As Augsburg ripples in the wake when swans go gliding by. The ancient windows frame our view and day begins to wane As rivulets meander down and streak the dampened panes. The ambiance of ages passed beseeched us not to leave And held us in its warm embrace throughout the ebbing eve. My heart was scarred, without regard and hardened by the war But her esteem unveiled its worth, while nothing had before. She saw the child that once was me, I'd long since cast aside, And bade he climb astride his mount, engage his life and ride. Now, she is but a memory, whose kindness soothed my heart, For we embarked upon our lives on paths ordained to part. Her subtle way escaped my eye till time had made it clear That her esteem had set me free, that night I hold so dear. The poetry that filled my soul remains these many years, Impassioned in my warmest thoughts when autumn first appears, When windowpanes begin to weep, a-glisten with the dew, And I return to seasons passed, to one delight held true.


Details | Free verse | |

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 Charlotte Puddifoot's Open Free Verse Contest 7/14/2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Message of Departure

I will watch their winged endurance, on the crest of autumn's eve, without knowing where or distance, but in faith they must believe As the harsh breath sounds of winter are calling geese to leave I will hear songs of assurance, gliding low against the breeze I can hear inherent partings, as they form into a V And they soothe my doubtful worry, as they fly the crimson sea Lifting eyes, I follow upward, as they cluster into line With necks stretched long and southbound, departing with a sigh With constant proof, year after year, their calling fills my ears Sent here by the grace of God, in a race against my fear While their promised songs may sadden me, and tears to eyes will bring Their steadfast return assures my heart, to believe tomorrow's spring "Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith."
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Details | Blank verse | |

Quiet - I'm Weeping.

Arrow's echo

bouncing off birch trees

capturing sound in it's wind:

blue birds at the screaming peak of hunger,

rustling of ants with the last haul of insects before winter
down deep into quiet tunnels of perfectly rolled soil and sand,

the singular first drop of rain on a crackling red leaf 
still holding it's breath 'till it turns brown,

four hawks in a circular flight
bleeding the wind in wings

and me, lost in autumn

shot from your bow

last year.



Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haibun | |

Past reflections and New Beginnings

her brimming eyes.. shreds of a happy picture in the icy lake Each gust of the bone chilling wind, blows in fresh despair. Though seemingly brutal has a new lesson albeit a bit harsh, to teach, a new message to deliver. The lonely lady in a dark trench coat with frozen tears in her sea green eyes, casts her eyes on the bare fanged limbs of skeletal trees around. Through all the bleakness she feels a glimmer of hope shine as a silver lining in this cycle of nature. Pondering over the human tendency to scratch up old wounds to keep them afresh and hold those daggers of the aching past, locking and unlocking them in the recesses of heart, to keep renewing the hurt. The flora around has shed the burdens of yester years, eagerly awaiting the blooms of a fresh spring. Clearly, it is the time to let go. To look forward to the bright horizons of the morrow, to cherish the first sprout of life rejuvenated. Let Go. Hope. one last look.. the frigid waters ripple her past reflections Haibun Yesha Shah


Details | I do not know? | |

(It Feels) Like: This too shall pass

Like the end
Like a death
Like you cant catch your breath
Like it wont end
Like the pain will kill you
Like tomorrow will be full of more pain
Like your heartbeat will stop
Like no one likes you forever
Like you will never love again
Like all you ever known has rejected you
Like your soul is crying
Like your darkest place has kicked you out
Like you will never recover
Like you are the ONLY one
Like you can’t go own another moment
Like you are the biggest fool
Like the LIE is real
Like the truth did not set you free
Like she is the only love
Like being ask to live the rest of your life without LOVE
Like there is no forgiveness for you
Like God stop your blessings
Like you have flat lined but didn’t die
Like you die every every day every day
Like you are the worst person ever
Like God doesn’t love you
Like you won’t make it back from the pain
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like there will never be someone who adores you…for you
Like your heart is broken
Like you can’t go on
Like you love a love that don’t love you back
Like you don’t know how to love, so it asks to be excused and leaves
Like your life and your love won’t ever matter
Like you want be blessed anymore 
Like you have wasted so much time…
Like you want to just die… (Make the pain stop)
Like hope is as hope does…no hope for you
Like they get away ….Free and clear
Like you are left broken 
Like they get to live HAPPY EVER AFTER
LIKE: THIS TOO SHALL PASS


Details | Limerick | |

Afternoon Afterthought

                                  Upon the roof, outside the walls,

                              now tapping soft its whispered calls,

                                              aftertaste of pain,

                                             this afternoon rain,

                                  like a  fading afterthought, falls.


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Verse | |

A Restless Girl In A Pink Bedroom

A restless girl in a pink bedroom 
  Scans the implacable ceiling, 
Or buries her face in a book 
  To subdue the hurting feeling. 
And the days fall flat as roadkill, 
  Grind on and cool their heels 
In minutes and hours of deadlock, 
  Like rusted cogs and wheels. 
Childhood sneaks to closure, 
  And nothing does no good 
On the border between confusion 
  And the bloom to womanhood. 
In the tangle of ebony hair 
  Lank and listless on the sheet, 
And the summer-kiss tan of her skin 
  Lie the sorrowful signs of defeat. 
She could cry for the ending of times 
  Rose-tinted with visions of love, 
Now a restless girl in a pink bedroom 
  Sighs and stares at the ceiling above.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Colour Of Spring

Springtime comes on gossamer wings;
Its sun beams down on all God's things.
The fields and woods are first to preen;
Each blade and leaf gives off a sheen.
Tis an emerald dress they wear,
Simple beauty without man's flair.
I look around in spring and swear
God's favorite colour is green.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
 
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December


I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Free verse | |

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. 



Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Epitaph | |

MY UNIQUE LINE : JSL -------A Day Of Ones In The Sun---

Inundating radiant sunshine beams down on my face fervently tracing crows feet nearing the frown I can taste obliterating tear streaks transmitting them into the depths of outer space introducing an iridescent spectrum of piercing waves golden ears fear in the race Electromagnetic oscillation inspiring me to rely religiously upon solar energy photosynthesis eradicating unwanted toxins by chasing them vehemently So on this sacred date of "ONE"… negative energy is trumped by the positive tsunami of the sun and as she dares me to stare into her face of grace ninety three million miles away… I sigh as her radiance blasts my face in such a merciful way suddenly my shaking knees give way to an epiphany that this day is laced with sanctity Finally the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant making change the world will see... "The Sun's Seven" pronouncing a unified spirituality
* Entrance for P.d.'s "Unique Line" Contest-----This poem's title is unique "A Day of Ones In the Sun" because it describes a very special and unique calendar date 11-1-1. But if you missed it... don't worry or let your eyes get blurry with tears cus' 11-11 's comin' in a hurry to relinquish your fears.....so yes there will be another day of ones on 11-11-1! tho' I can't promise you at the Soup that the 11th will be filled with sun!------I believe my poetry, like many others on this amazing site, has a fresh variety, inspired by life and everything in it! I hope you enjoy my lines like :"the world's eyes feast upon an auspicious uniformed alignment five ones standing side by side gold adorned a spiritual aspirant"


Details | Tanka | |

COUNTING BACK




autumn star glimmers

lighting boughs on threadbare trees

          I count seasons back---

while eyes gaze at  young moon’s love

and shiver alone in chills




Suzette Crous’ Tanka- the Pivot Contest
By nette onclaud


Details | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Rondeau | |

When Autumn Comes

When Autumn comes and visits me And Summers end I can foresee Remaining years are on the wane Cherished days won't come again My shackles soon set free Life like the deciduous tree Watches it's adornment flee And embraces falls refrain When Autumn comes When I respond to the decree And feel the chill wash over me When I no longer can remain My life no longer can sustain I'll with my soul to heaven flee When Autumn comes


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

My hand holds your hand

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


Details | Tanka | |

An Emptiness Within




Raindrops
     outside my
            closed  fists,
     an          emptiness
          within.




© kash poet
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Placement:1st; (November  2012)

Contest:Gogyoka

Sponsor: Joann Grisetti


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Details | Tail-rhyme | |

LIKE TERMINAL STONE




At dusk, fragrance of sky’s mint breath Clings on grass waiting near spring’s death Pitch-dark roses moan Crawling to touch nightfall’s last glow A tint without flames of yellow Like terminal stone Contest: Susan Burch’s Tail Rhyme 24 apr 12


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

The familiar phrase, The Windy City

I’ve a vast store of mem’ries about Chicago
as I’ve lived there for a couple of years
helping out in the parish of many immigrants,
especially Mexicans and Puerto Ricans.

I’ve made friends and a number of them
still continue to correspond by emails;
it’s like a treasure-trove of relationships -
where friendship makes a big difference.

I still remember when I get invitations
from people of other cultures in their homes;
their different cuisines and customs,
a great experience, a wealth of culture.

Chicago’s known for many attractions,
home of architecture with modern skyscraper
the neo-gothic Tribune Tower in the north
along with white Wrigley building in the city;
rich in architectural history, a sight to behold!

Its classic and modern architecture so far,
complements each other in visible terms,
with innovative ideas and creative designs
a special city with marvelous history.

Daniel Burnham, the famed architect,
designed the Merchandise Mart and others
significant to his life like ‘Paris on the Prairie’,
a tapestry of combined art of old and new.

Renowned architects with their respective styles
such as Frank Lloyd Wright and his prairie designs,
Louis Sullivan and his visible ornate facades
Ludwig Miles van der Rohe for modern styles.

Oh, Chicago, known also as the Windy City
so rich in history and its uniqueness too,
the time when a huge fire razed the city
destroyed lovely buildings in 1871.

Well, with the growing skyscrapers in the city
Chicago Spire, for instance, with its 150 stories
designed by a renowned architect Calatrava,
stands as the tallest building in North America.

With the so-called Trump Tower in its 92 stories
and then, Waterview Tower with its 90 stories,
Sears Tower, the skyscraper with its 110 stories,
that’s the only tallest among buildings in the U.S.

Oh well, this is Chicago in the landscape of beauty,
as a windy city, as well as a gateway to reality;
there’s meaning to trace back in history
there’s continuing progress towards this century.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.







Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

Another autumn haiku

Indian summer,
out of depression's shadow-
Autumn leaves my heart

For Challenge 8 lines max  contest  9th October


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Missed it-One day at a time

One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Rondeau | |

As Rose Petals Wither


As rose petals wither in the autumn of life, Days hasten in orbits, some dull, some are bold. my muse rises to hoist a setting sun hung in gold, gleaming light abiding as daughter, mother, and wife. Glorious blessings entrusted outshine loss and strife. Circling paths of heaven and earth, charms conjured unfold as rose petals wither. I hum a lighthearted song from an innocent time and soar higher than summer to tranquilly reminisce. Then, receive autumn with thankful heart, tho' spring I do miss. Warm days dash by, distant Christmas bells chime as rose petals wither. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 22, 2012 for Nette Onclaud's RONDINE THE TRAFFIC OF LIFE Contest


Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

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


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

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


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


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


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







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | Villanelle | |

Total Destruction

<                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                     Will it spin off mantel like head to gawk 
                                     Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                     Floods fires quakes acts from natures own birth
                                     Litterbugs arsonists terrorists balks
                                     Destruction of beautiful mother earth


                                    Illuminate waters that someone hurts
                                    Cleanliness is painted in Godly chalk
                                    Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                    Man woman and even thy smallest mirth
                                    For thy Father in our Heaven will stalk
                                    Destruction of beautiful mother earth

                                   Eagle that soars a wolf howling from girth
                                   Will thy it's freedom ring out thus like the hawk 
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth

                                   Like land before time when man walked
                                   Wonder how forces existed and talked
                                   Destruction of beautiful mother earth
                                   Or destroyed by mankind for what it's worth


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Gold

Frosted windshields reflect winter's beauty,
as snow tenderly covers the errors of man.
Winter winds voice their new griefs,
wailing louder than the engine of a van.

A human's breath freezes in the air,
birthing a baby wisp of smoke.
As the warmth submits to icy fingers,
human skin feels winter's frosted cloak.

White visions touch the faulty human eye,
while the sleeping earth snuggles in a blanket of cold.
The white skin of the hidden ground
bathes in the icy flakes of winter's gold.

The sky hides above stern clouds of grey,
shielding the sun from winter's white glove.
Bundles of human beings struggle to move
within the winter's storms of love.


Details | Senryu | |

Holiday Frolics

Holiday Frolics
Shoppers walk to tunes;
Mall’s cacophony rings loud,
Santa listens well.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's Breath

A warm breeze gently lifts the white voile
I watch it dance from across the room where I lay
Half awake, and recovered from yesterday’s toil 
I’m awakened to the smell of an early summer’s day

Honey suckle makes its heightened presence known
As it thickens the air with pungent perfume
Soft, sunrays through the opened window shone 
And cast shadows of climbing ivy in costume

While brilliant blue skies steal their golden hue
Bid me arise and take in the vast beauty all around
The endless sunrises and sunsets, to pursue
When the world is young again and life is more profound

I hear the ocean’s call through the wind, ’come home’
Our long distance love affair still grows strong
It makes no difference where these feet may roam
In summer or winter, love endures and can’t be wrong
~*~
06/12/13


Details | I do not know? | |

two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


Details | Haiku | |

Holes



Cumbumer eyes fall
On leaves without thirsty ears
Is this fall's regret?




Details | ABC | |

AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Rhyme | |

Auburn Spring

The beautiful reverse of the garden of Eden's curse.
A Godly reminder in every soulful verse.
Another dieing season, so that we may live.
And be restored unto ourselves when we learn to forgive.

The bitter cold that we must bare when winter has it's way.
Slowly comes upon this world in every Autumn day.
And deep within it's vibrant death.
Mother Earth in all it's splender, takes away our breath.

From within these solemn walls.
We close the door as the temperature falls.
As we begin our journey inside these halls.
Awaiting our rebirth when Spring time calls.

White is black and black is white, the two seasons are singing.
Mirrored in eachothers negative, we hear the truth keep ringing.
To give us hope and help us cope so we never stop trying.
This sweet and bitter gift from God in his season of dieing.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Ekphrasis (Ecphrasis) | |

When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there comes a Time
When little girls Glance
and little boys Giggle
When Hearts open Wide
and Welcome in Fools
And Big, Strong men 
tell weak little Lies
And tiny, sweet Women
Feign Loving Smiles
all the while
Knowing--
but Avoiding the Truth
It is a Time of Discovery—
When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there is Love in the air
There is Beauty surrounding
And Birds everywhere
Let the Delicate aroma
Whisper along the Breeze
Enticing each Nostril—
Encouraging a sneeze
Many Secrets are embedded--
sealed inside each Breath 
of fresh Sweetness
and within the Petal
of each miniature Lavender Star
Never to be Revealed--
When the Lilacs Bloom


Details | Narrative | |

The familiar cadence in autumn

Cold spells get to a slow start this year,
with this month's full moon -
known as the Beaver moon.
It makes me think though;
of my homeland where people walk
and enjoy the precipice of the night.

While in New York autumn holds
symbolic meanings and stories to tell;
with a giant wind that looms over a coastline;
it's another landscape that beckons across the farmland.

Withered leaves drop and fall on the ground,
trees in their creeping sadness
continue to lose the sojourn of their youth.
At their height and moving branches,
make me stay up and watch them through the present time.

As I gleefully walk right up to the shrine of Our Lady,
there's a missing whisper, a song to my ears;
those birds spilling down the garden's main avenue.
Like an army, an orchestra that provides
melody in the midst of sympathy.

As a magical moment of Mother Nature,
I see enormous changes in forms and shapes;
an attempt to thrive for another threshold,
keeps me believe the power beyond
filled with images of life.


Details | Haiku | |

WINTER BLANKET contest haiku

                 WINTER BLANKET           
 FIRST SNOW of PRINCE WILLIAM SOUND

                       swirl white birch
                brittle leaves snow dance
                             Cocoa Kiss








Victoria Anderson-Throop
2012


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #351 / Sagittarius A

In the center of our galaxy
from 1992 through 2003
astronomers were able to observe
a star, orbiting compact radio source
Sagittarius A.
The star had an orbit with average radius
1.4x1014 m
and period 15 years.
From this information astronomers estimated
the mass of Sagittarius A.
v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s
a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2
0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2
M = 7.24x1036 kg
7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns!
Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a
supermassive black hole
(it cannot be seen)!
OH LITTLE STAR


Details | Rhyme | |

KINGDOM OF THE FROG

By a still pond where the water lilies plate the mirror fair
the dragonflies in neon burst unzip the summer air
beneath the wilting willow in rippling rows of reed
the warblers spring like acrobats their hungry young to feed

the electric blue of kingfisher as he arrows from his post
on unsuspecting sticklebacks that fill his daily quote
the lazy drone of honeybees in drunken paths of flight
weave and fall haphazardly on every flower in sight

The pond King sits in majesty upon his padded throne
And surveys with green impassive eye the kingdom that he owns
Somewhere in the roof of blue a pair of skylarks call
enjoy these days of Summer for sudden comes the fall


Details | Rhyme | |

Dreams That Touched the Sky

Things I have from yesterday,
those days from years gone by
remind me of those younger days
and dreams that touched the sky.

Times were so much simpler then, 
the seasons that we knew
reminded us of days when
our boyhood dreams were true.

Living life for the moment,
o, what we would not do.
It’s sure we would have known that
these times would soon be through.

Looking back on times we had
inspire these days ahead.
Coming years still find me glad
as dreams still fill my head.


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter

House stands in mock defiance
of blustery winds that blow,
ice crystals pelting windowpanes,
precede the winter snow.

Barren limbs stretch to sky,
frost hardened furrowed fields
await the winter season,
anxious for spring yields.

Landscapes agonize for change,
snow flurries soon appear,
covering white dear Mother Earth
at closing of each year.

Rosy cheeked with numbing lips,
we bundle 'gainst the cold,
frozen ponds bid winter games
that never shall grow old.

Nestled 'neath Granny's quilts
while fireplace crackles warm,
tranquil peace now settles
thru' winter wind and storm.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


Details | Lyric | |

Tonight

     Tonight,
  People are going out to be with friends
people are going out to be alone

     Tonight,
  Someone is going on their first date
someone is going on their last

    Tonight,
  Someone is going to have a baby
someone is going to make one

     Tonight,
  Someone will take their first drink
someone will take their last breath

     Tonight,
  One era will end
a new era will begin

     Tonight,
  I will go to sleep in one year
and wake up in a new one

Happy New Year!
December 31st, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Sonnet | |

Never-Ending

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


Details | I do not know? | |

Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


Details | Haiku | |

In Silent Color

in silent color
late Autumn waits quietly
bids her leaves goodbye



© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 12, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Free verse | |

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.



Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
                                                                    **~~**

 
  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 


Details | Free verse | |

Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


Details | I do not know? | |

Penumbra

inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading

dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed

finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me


Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Rain

Water beads down
heated feathers,
his footing to a stalk
did tether. 
An iron bird ~
cast in the heat,
now stands with water at his feet.
His beak sealed tight against a note,
he tote’s
his summer burden ~
To sit and watch a mother’s flock
within his bath so luring.
In green metallic 
weathered polish, 
he looks on as her new one’s frolic
within his blissful pool of clay.
An envy to a foul so heavy,
now ready ~
for a little rain.


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter

I must face the dark Winter days ahead
I will try not to view them with dread

I wonder how many tears will be shed
how many ugly words must be said

I dig deep within for my soul to be fed
My spirit thrives and will never be dead

My mind is my own and I'll not be led
simply by what verbiage is said or read

My goal is to move forward without shaking my head
and to rest comfortably in slumber upon my bed


Details | Haiku | |

Jewels Dance About

jewels dance about
bright Autumn spirals downward
into deep dark heaps



© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

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



Details | Blank verse | |

Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Sees Winter

Autumn sees Winter
far to near, approaching fast
never an escape




© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 12, 2011


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Blows A Kiss

Autumn blows a kiss
 mists dance amongst painted leaves
 Winter soon arrives
 

(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
(November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Tanka | |

Leaves Travel About

leaves travel about
blowing upon Autumn winds
branches are revealed
October masks September
quietly as an Autumn



© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 12, 2011


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Walks Alone

autumn walks alone
shorter gray days soon approach
colors disappear





© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 12, 2011


Details | Haiku | |

Brilliant Autumn

brilliant autumn
trees shower earth with color
gray days soon arrive


© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011


Details | Sonnet | |

Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Haiku | |

Stolen Moment 0429

spring sunshine
bees comb the dandelion
a stolen moment


Details | Rhyme | |

Our God Reigns


Our God Reigns…

Our God reigns in the heaven’s above!
Behold the mighty works of his power and love!

Our God reigns in the mountains on high!
His power reaches down to the deserts so dry!

Our God reigns on his heavenly throne!
He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes!

Our God reigns over the majestic seas!
His creation is magnificent!  This you can see!

Our God reigns over governments here on earth.
He gave his son, so we can have a “new birth.”

Our God is mighty!  Everyone shall kneel before him!
He longs for us to worship and adore him!

Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven.
He wants to be your God!  Won’t you let him?

Our God stands knocking at your heart’s door.
Won’t you let him in?  What are you waiting for?


By Jim Pemberton


Details | Ode | |

A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


Details | Sonnet | |

Four Winds of Heaven

My wind to the East you are my least.
My wind to the West you are the test.
Each and every day you are your best.
Each and every day you battle a beast.
 
My wind to the South you are a feast.
My wind to the North you are a crest.
Each and every day you never do rest.
Each and every day a new life leased.
 
The Sun makes your air.
The Moon is your guide.
Stars are always up there.
All of you are my pride.
 
Each of you I will easily leaven.
You are my four winds of heaven.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Rhyme | |

Life Is

Life Is


Life is so very short
ship sails many ports
People see it all
leap but don't fall

Stand outside the rail
send doubts to hell
Don't always agree
search another sea

Life is awaiting more

Robert J. Lindley . 07-07-2014


Details | Pastoral | |

Season's Change

The winter’s storm left the trees in broken pieces
The season’s change stole the summer species.
The frigid air freezes my lungs as I breathe in,
A harsh realization of another amazing summers end.

I watch my breath form a cloud as I trudge on,
A reminder of things inside me that are gone.
Seems the birds don’t sing; the sun don’t shine,	
All I have are bright memories from a warmer time.

For the next six months this icy hell I’ll roam,
Waging wars in my head with thoughts of a new home.
I leave unwanted footprints everywhere I go, 
My own map to guide me back in the soft snow.

Life’s cycle brings a new feeling under my feet;
Changing the weather, the scenery, and eventually me.
Just when I get used to the cold and give in,
A new dawn comes around bringing change again.


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleas and Poison

Who takes the last breath in the summer sun?
I'll die in autumn disaster smiling for the purity I've seen

Sullen sun rain on me
A fleeing soul into the dark and deep

Sleep
No thought
No Touch
No words


Kisses never here
Smile forgotten

Make me stone when i am dead
Take away my name

Tell god i've been shamed since Cesarean escape....
...I didn't know what I was getting into.....

I'll take my last look when the summer comes


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

We Breathe

Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place 


Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire 

Entangled souls seemingly 
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…

In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…

In an instant,
It begins to rain within, 
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…


Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

 Quietly filling
 deep cups of the red blossoms.
 The morning sunrise.

 The rock bowl is full.
 Filled by the rain for the birds
 and for my quiet mind.

 Dried stalks of rhubarb
 turn brittle in the summer.
 Born again next year.

 The sparrows come back
 to say thank you for their home
 I lovingly made.

 My red dogs eyes gleam.
 Before eating, her eyes ask
 is it OK Dad?


 HAIKU; MEMORIES AND OBSERVATIONS and EXERCISES


 Archery
 The strong bowstring sings.
 My arrow will find its home
 I turn to sip tea.

 First Love
 How reluctantly
 the shy, young man moves forward
 toward the full, red lips.

 First

 In the maiden’s bed
 He found his heaven and hell.
 Such was his first love.


 Alone

 Small favor to ask.
 Please spread my ashes on the sea.
 No wife, no roommate.


 Who is Buddah

 She poured my green tea
 Until the cup ran over.
 Now, I know Buddah.



 Memory

 Cousin Roni was loud.
 Married a Samoan man.
 They both ate roast pig.



 Memory 

 My old friend, Bucky.
 Carried a gun in his boot.
 Afraid of himself.



 Old Friend

 Alvin slapped his first wife
 and then he married a man.
 I don’t know him now.


 Exercise I


 Diagonally
 he crosses the wide, busy street,
 to catch up with love.


 Exercise II

 Vociferously,
 she announces her mistrust.
 Not Republican.


 Exercise III

 She knew the problem.
 Incompatibility.
 He had to learn it.


 All his writing was
 autobiographical.
 He was egocentric.


 SEASONS

 The autumn raging
 I am blinded by red leaves.
 Too many to count.


 Surf crashes fiercely.
 Shadows lessen, skies turn gray.
 Winter storm moves near us.

 This Spring, my house burned.
 I now have a better view
 of the blue mountains.

 Fresh ink on blue lines
 the words come like hungry bees
 to form my Haiku.


 Synch

 Summer. I feel strong.
 Equal to birds in the tree,
 and pebbles near feet.


Details | Lyric | |

Into the Flame

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume
And Autumn broke the soft the cocoon. 
To avoid the winter freeze, flying next to beautiful wings.
Why can't I have any of these things?
At least a Moth can pretend. 

Oh the cold it makes you shiver.
Abandon gold and all the silver.
All around and all in one place,
Connect the patches on my face.
Could it be rugged is my only friend. 

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes. 

He said "You have heart kid remember that.
I never want to see you where I'm at.
This I hope you never know, believe because I told you so".
I wish that you could let it go; cry for me if you can.
Shedding a tear won't make you less a man. 

We drank as laughed of better days,
All while holding cups in fists if rage.
We know that life's this way, but oh why can't it change. 
In a lot of ways we took the blame, so far apart, yet the same.
So cry for me if you can.

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume.
The northern winds came all to soon.
I don't recall what was the case, but their wings they couldn't lend.
At least a Moth can still pretend.


Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #307 / It's mid-October

It’s mid-October, and the cool morning air
refreshes and replenishes the players as they march
across a muddy lacrosse field, the low sun
that manages to peek through the gray clouds
glistening off the beady surface of grass blades.
The stage is set for glory.


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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......
___________________________


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Acrostic | |

October



Oh, to mourn the death of a season
Causing dread for the prediction of nature
Trampling through leaves plummeted from glory
Overt manipulations of human emotions
Barters the time of years gone by
Everlasting cycles of gain and loss
Remembrance eases the transition







Details | Rhyme | |

Winter

Fairies paint the frozen crystals
that glide softly to hide the bitter earth.
Trees eagerly submit to these moist kisses,
tenderly watching each new flake's birth.

Winter releases the magic of frost,
allowing faulty human eyes to see the icy art.
Frozen blossoms decorate all fragile windows,
blessing the distracted world with winter's heart.

Cold wind tastes the warm human cheeks,
as it rushes to greet heaven's snowy breath.
A blanket of snow covers the weary ground,
whispering of autumn's early death.

Sidewalks cling to each puddle of ice,
making winter smile when humans fail to stand.
Winter's hand caresses the wounded soul,
bringing a white peace to a tired land.


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Rhyme | |

October Mist

Homesick in this month, October,
for old friends I now most yearn.
Take me back to that warm hearth
where my soul seeks quick return.

Trapped here in this asphalt jungle,
longing for frsh air and field,
farm with bulging barn and silo
storing many crops of yeild.

October mist on morning meadow,
calming peace at early day,
recalls to mind the harvest season,
life lived in a better way.

Cowbells clanging on far paths,
heavy chores by morning sun,
weary heads that rest on pillow
when a long day's work is done.

Soon the weather will be changing,
time to linger, rake the leaves,
cut firewood, mend the fences,
thoughts that force my heart to grieve.       

Take me to that place I wandered,
carefree dreamer, just a child.
Let those memories be my future.
Take me from this city wild.


Details | Haiku | |

Tree Kaleidoscope

 
tree kaleidoscope
 falling pieces of summer
 sun soon disappears
 
c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
 (November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Haiku | |

Springs Blood

spring sap
drips from fresh wounds
pruning dead wood


Details | Pastoral | |

FLOATING EMOTIONS ON A RAINY DAY

Falling on earth, raindrops
Resound with nimble noise
And moisturizes those crops
With its damp aquatic voice.

Lightning astounds fiercer
Than the flashings of Sun.
It scatters hither and thither
As if it were a childish fun.

The roads mingles wastes
And sinks in watery flood.
People discard their castes
As water unify their blood.

Every heart feels something,
Moments of joy, expectation,
Some hearts hurt by a sting,
Some full of intense passion.

The River brims with water
And it combines with village
As if it were part of the river
While houses, trees submerge.

In some places water wedges
With tranquility of damp flow
Though murky furrows, sludges
Whilst tenor of longings glow.

The echoes of raindrops float
And load some eyes with tear,
Rouse some unconscious heart
With a sense of unknown fear.

Some think of coming future,
Some remember elapsed past,
Some identifying with Nature
Sense the season as their last.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Cinquain | |

THE MORLD!

Globeheat,
Lies' Melts & Fries
Caps and bare Polar Bear
Unawares We too soon despair
Repair.


Details | Free verse | |

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 


Details | Haiku | |

Storm

Rain is falling fast
Thunder storm engulfs the sky
Rainbows come to life


Details | Free verse | |

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. 


Details | Blank verse | |

made whole by the destruction...

i climb the Mother's trees
& watch Her waves return to earth
as She cannibalizes Herself
& we are made whole by the destruction
we are the fruit of Her Death,
the life of Her seed
sewn into it's self


Details | Imagism | |

Rain

Drops falling.
The tears of gods
Forgotten or forsaken
Tapping at windows
Begging for repentance
Those
Cruelly recalcitrant
To their design.


Details | Tanka | |

Silent Quiet Night


silent quiet night
trees beneath deep blankets sleep
thick stores of sap lie dormant
wait to slowly awaken
browns will fade to blooming greens

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
(December 8th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Ballad | |

Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009



Details | Rhyme | |

Leaves fall down

Leaves fall down
-	To the barren ground
Winter sails inward
Wind blows fierce


Alone on a hillside
-	Majestic, at peace
Stands the tree in all beauty
Without any leaves


No thought, plans, or worries
-	No stress or woe
No shame, darkness, or pity
“To be” is all it knows


The lessons to be learned 
-	 Every day, every hour
From nature’s calm acceptance
To relinquish hope for power


We are one with the universe
-	No beginning and no end
We are all here in this together
Flora, fauna, Father, friend 





Written by Leah Chesser 
11/27/2012



Details | Senryu | |

Long Summer Days Soon

She had a baby
today.  She's only sixteen.
Long summer days soon.


Details | Free verse | |

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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Haiku 4

springs' gentle breezes
stir hearts to dally and then
chuck at aspen leaves


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The Smell of Exile

we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever rebounding 
spirit learning songs of seasons
that dressed our umbilical cords
for the harvest of our dreams—
they were songs fathers sang in the cycle
many rainless seasons ago
 
many harvest seasons ago we danced away
from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea
opening widely our limbs to invisible lines
that etched new profiteering truths 
into our being into our minds into our hearts
 
when we heard father died this morning
away from Home we were featherless eagles 
looking for remnants of our nest among anthills
at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores
we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun
and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home
 
it was here we remembered
the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile
the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls
froze memories of green Hills of Home
and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy
 
we looked into the skies and remembered 
when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts 
of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers
our blood drank the pus from our wounds 
buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin
 
we lost our dreams of a harvest
to the splash of colors
we drowned the songs of our fathers
in the roar of the holy water
 
today there are many seas to cross
with deadly triangular calm 
they’ll congeal stubborn death breaths 
while father’s spirit scream at our tenacious fate
 
it is only a season ago since we left, yet
we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets
we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil
what we have is the pus from the wounds
buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin


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Sky Reflects Autumn

sky reflects Autumn
leaves dancing amongst bright clouds
golden autumn sun 
mirrors glorious color
gray skies on near horizon


© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
Wausau, Wisconsin USA
October 11, 2011


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In and Out

If you want to help defeat
Summer's brutal blasts of heat,
Do what experts say you oughter,
Guzzle lots and lots of water.

I imbibe so much each day,
Likely more that what I weigh,
That, while it's preventing thirst,
Part of me's about to burst.

Bladders only hold so much
And when certain muscles clutch,
There must be a quick release
If you want to have some peace.

My advice when heat's unrolled:
Drink as much as you can hold;
But be sure you always know
The nearest place where you can go!


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Just One

<                                             The Rose
                                               I  Suppose


                                              Unfurl Petals
                                             Magical Medows

                                          
                                                Long     Stem
                                              Starlight  Gem

                                               Crystal Adorn's
                                                Table's  Born


                                               Womens  Heart
                                                  Man's   Start

                                            
                                               Passionate Bliss
                                                  Velvet    Kiss


                                                   Just     One

                                                  Loves   Begun



Entry For
A Rambling Poet's
The Flower Contest 
GL All


                                                     

                  
                                                     


                                                    

                                     
                                                  

                                                   

                                                   

                                               


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Sanity

Escapes the mighty and the meek
A single bough that’s bent to break
And from the leaves the colors leak
As frost moves in and phantoms speak


Wisdom's sealed on yellowed pages
Like stories told through out the ages
Chipped like paint on window panes
But perhaps pretend some truth remains

 
Concealed and lost cliché aggressions
Poised on the eve of pale September
Steals away the dawn’s possessions
Unveiled mysteries we won’t remember


Gravity too soon defied
Roots that lightning ripped away
Forces that won’t be denied
Have the power then to stay


Playing wanton now at last
As colors fade and seep
The summer dissipates too fast
But wakes fallen idols from their sleep


And as those very colors die
Cold makes a promise not to stay
But beneath the shelter of the sky
Their glory is washed away


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Calm Before The Storm

The sea of troubles
Spewing frolic wrathings
Islanders compose


Details | I do not know? | |

Shivering Lunatics

Sink into the wide expanse of your suffering,
and, allow the white waste of winter wholly inside;
embrace this bleak blankness as a sole offering,
exist within emptiness with perceptions thrown wide.

Measures of such misery are but managed means
to knowledge that awaits past any given end;
endure the seeming infinite alabaster scenes
to discover strength that dread dormancy can lend.

Give yourself over to ev'ry iv'ry-hued sight,
accept chilling saintliness bestowed to your senses,
such sacrifice may deliver redemptive light,
affinity for gazing through frigid fences.

Create your own vow to recall all which you see,
so from your gathered, frozen moments, you will bring,
like a shivering lunatic's pale prophecy,
word that Winter will pass with the promise of Spring


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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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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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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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What Did I Ever Do To You

There are many things that are caught by the naked eye
They could be weird or strange or even crazy things that'll make you cry

Think my strangest encounter thus far
Was a little skunk caught in a snare from my car

In underbrush and weeds so high
Heard it's whimpers then saw it's final sigh

Razor edges wrapped around its head
For sure I thought it was dead

As I moved in closer to take a peek
Its hind back arched and sprayed oh how it reeked

Poor little guy I could do nothing for
Except call D.N.R and cry once more

As they placed it in a steel cage
Heard the officer say it was that of young age

When do you think one will learn
Gods creatures did nothing in return






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Reflections


There’s something about forty
I now see my mom and dad
As I peer into the mirror
When I’m happy or I’m sad

I see their joyful smiles
Often when I am glad
I see their frowning faces
Occasionally when I get mad

Reflections of them now
Forever on and on
They live inside somehow
For we share a common bond

I have my father’s eyes
I’ve got my mothers smile
It’s funny to see them every day
As I haven’t seen them in a while

So now, take at look at you
You’ll be amazed at what you’ll find
If you can’t see it yet, it’s true
Just give it some more time



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August Midnight

Ceiling fan swirls clockwise with the heat 
singing to me of distant sleep.



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What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


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Pilgrimage

Pilgrimage

Tired feet walk far;

many moons on our journey,

lifetime trip for all.


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In your glances

Seasons pass with no apology,no pause...
thoughts hibernating with whispers so loud
words migrating,their drifting so subtle somehow
the horizon's stretching my determined focused view
the wind's singing so softly now,from my vantage point to you
and the clocks are just dragging,all this time away
you scream it in your glances,screaming for me to stay
jumbled puzzle pieces,that I must find
buried memories,haunted pictures...thoughts left behind


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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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Summertime

Over pools the gnats are dancing
in the summer suns romancing
heart out burning heat – what ever
could a sick mans lonesome fever
cool and take away the sorrow
of an even worst tomorrow

In desperate hours time goes by
alone I stand don’t ask me why
the nights are short and days too long
when sad thoughts grow I am not strong
not strong enough to feel the bright
too weak to bear distressing might

Too short is night to hold away
the nightmares they release their lair
and come to daylight come to live
search me a shelter where to dive
is safe from frightening feelings face
find me a hide a peaceful place


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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...


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams Begin to Dim

Dreams begin to dim, fading
Light begins to show, invading
 Swirling into wakeful focus
Lavender, white, autumn crocus

Dusty lilac daybreak dawning
On this misty autumn morning
Merging into dreamlike wonder
Rousing to the sound of thunder

Clinging onto fading dreams
Dancing, golden sunshine beams
Lazily you start to swim
As mystic dreams begin to dim


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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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A Haiku Sextet

Losing her, a dream,
winter ravaged my
soul.
The snowman melts.

Solitary bird,
why sing you only of
spring
outside my window?

I stole a flower
from nature's bed,
bottled it.
Now it is dying.

The crunch of brown
leaves
tells me nothing
whatsoever
about decay, death.

It is November--
but the air forgets
that as
it dances spring.

Winter is most real,
fall most sad,
summer holy,
but spring is a
dream.


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BLUE SUMMER

Spring 
springs forth with Usain’s sprint
Like thunder it bolts in speed of lightning 
Sullen cold winter lags
Out of breath in nature tracks, it gasps
Nature re-covers with green grin and lily white smile
Bathed with conqueror’s shower, in sunny glory it basks
The grown and growing lightened of season burden
Clothes and caution thrown to the winds
In utter abandon boobs, bras burst loose
Like stray dog willing to make home of anyplace:
Male’s imagination in horror flight
Kindled fire of fiery, unbridled passion
To Eden’s couture, the profligate returns
Guilty as charged, they bare it all in chagrin shame

Was it too cold for comfort 
or better cold than brazen? 

Is this a shameless summer
Or do we invoke a spirit of another icy cold winter? 


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apple baseball

Out in the yard past the cherry trees
Over the graves of the grass we’ve cut
In the fading of the summer’s heat
We step out onto the field
Lining the trim, a brown barbed fence
And across, the piss-stained compost pile
The roses need pruning the cherries shriveled up 
Their succulence
Mellow green apple buds are sprouting
The leaves are casting their ripened glow

And even some apples are strewn about the ground
Rotting from the outside in
Thanks to the fall from the wind
On this baseball field of ours
There are no bases no mound or a fence
Just the handle of an axe once used for chopping wood
And I’ll swing with my eyes wide open in sight
Watch the apple explode up into the sky
And the clouds have grown heavy with apple delight
So it rains down like shrapnel into the night 


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Apart, Apart, in Ever-Dream

I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields 
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...


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Faces

- Recognition
Up in the night sky,
A face, with two gleaming eyes…
Cold like a glacier.

- Laughing
It’s our inside joke,
Tiny bubbles in the pool…
Fresh rain on the ground.

- Languid
Faces in moon light,
Satellites cross the night sky…
It’s warm, go swimming.

- Again
Like a falling star,
Gleaming tear-drops on my face…
Dew in the morning.

...(Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall)


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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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Fall

Come autumn rain, come wind of north!
Blow your darkness forth and forth –
I defy thee with my own strength
I fight against thy powers length!

Hail on me sleet, hail down your ice!
Smash down this human twice or thrice –
I will resist against your try
No matter how your storm may cry!

Embrace me night, embrace me cold
like arms of death and fog on wold –
oppose I can with my death heart
ward off the cold and lethal dart.

No storm is like dark feelings gale;
no hail can hurt like loving’s flail;
no cold can kill as amor’s arrow -
compared with love is fall a sparrow.


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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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Orange

Fall is the season for orange – 
The pumpkins, the candies, the leaves.
If Nature has chosen this palette,
It’s marvelous what she achieves.

I pepper my wardrobe in autumn
With bright orange sweaters and boots.
I feel so in sync with the foliage,
It’s like Nature and me in cahoots!

In summer, there’s yellow, in winter there’s white
And spring has eruptions of pink;
But nothing compares to the fiery flares
Of the orange in autumn, I think.


Ilene Bauer
For Russell Sivey's "The Colors Have It" Contest


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September

Surprise this is the month I was born. Each time this month ends, I am forlorn. Pressing winter is around the corner in scorn. Though the colors changing and all they adorn, Enrich days of this month especially in the morn. My favorite month within the year, without mourn. Because without this, I would maybe been unborn, Each passing day serves to shatter warmth and warn. Rendering nature’s time, we both wait to be reborn.


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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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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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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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Spring weather

The snow falls late this year in May.
When burdened roses break in parts
I hear the hound of sadness bark
against the courage of all men.

All left and all alone I stay
to see the sundown in all hearts.
By foggy twilight feelings dark
and never can be light again.

Through empty abscond is a way.
There hunters chase with bows and darts
to kill a mocking bird - the lark
(for sunrise never comes again).

Footprints of time, called night and day,
will lead me to the nightmares mart:
The road to lonelinesses park
where hope is lost and bare all men.


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Remember when

Remember when we prayed for snow
To call off school, stay at home
And woke to see the covered roads
A wish that came within the night
A blanket of inviting white
That calls to every inner child
Who wants to have a snowball fight
And build a snowman with a smile
Of twigs and coal to give him life

Remember when we prayed for spring
That brought the sun with longer days
That warmed the grass beneath our feet
While voices laughed as best friends played
Till clouds rolled by and showers came
Then stepped in puddles in the rain
As life were lived without a care
Too young to know of just how rare
Are memories of time and friends
Remember when,
We thought these days would never end

Kevin D. Fix


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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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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 snow

Discomfort . . .
with snowfall all day long,
with gusty winds and ice storm,
there’s need to be extra careful
either to get around on foot
or just to drive around the corner.

Midwest and northwest share
usually huge snow piles
some areas with wind chills 
remind me of Chicago where I stayed
a windy city, a place with such beauty.

Winter blast has its alarming signs
to people in every location
it’s always repeated in television
preparing everyone for safety and control.

Along the highway logjams,
precautions are given with attention
that young and old alike
should follow what is right.


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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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Christmas Sight

Christmas seems to be lost in a commercial haze,
and hearts freeze over any retail deal.
Human kindness ebbs in greed's burning fire,
while good will toward people seems less real.

Whatever happened to the true Christmas spirit
and why has greed's spell taken hold of human hearts?
The holiday season seems less merry now,
as the gift of brotherly love is run over by millions of shopping carts.

Has the heavenly light of Christmas love
been lost to the darkness of commercial gifts?
Souls seem to latch on to these material things,
ignoring the wounds made from these man made drifts.

Has the holiday season lost the Christmas glow
that once flourished in love's golden night.
The mad rush that Christmas now brings,
tells me that human kind has lost its Christmas sight.


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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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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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Late day

Afternoon brilliance
sunlight spreads across
the room
then leaves quietly


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SANCTUARY

SANCTUARY THE POOL HAS SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE, CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE. THE POOL HAS MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES, THE AQUIFER FLOWS UP STRONG, SPRINGS OUT WHITE FOAMING RIPPLES. SUPREME GREEN WATERCRESS REINS IN DRIPPING OVERHANGS AND COOLS. THE POOL HAS A PLACE FOR CONTINUOUS QUIETUDE FOR MEMORIES SWEET AND SOUR, THAT LACKS POUNDING REMMNANTS FROM OLD HUMAN CRITIQUES RINSED AWAY IN DEEP DIPS REFRESHING THE MIND WITH A SOFT CLEANSING POWER. THE POOL HAS MAGNIFICENT WATERFALLS OF TREMENDOUS HEIGHT AGAISNT GLISTENING SUNRAYS, SPINNING CRISP REFLECTIONS INTO A TUMBLING CHURNING BOTTOM WHERE YOU STAND. SWIMMING IN THESE SPECIAL WATERS NEW SOUL AND REJUVENATED BODY, YOU IT PAYS. THE POOL HAS THE MASTER’S UNIQUE CIRCUMFUGAL TOUCH OF BEAUTY IN EERY MOSS COVERED STONES, SLEEPING LEOPARD, RED PARROT, ELEPHANT EARS AND CAMILLA FLOWERS ALONG AND NEARBY, RESOLVES EVERY COURAGEOUS THOUGHT FOR A SATISFIED FLATLAND RETURN OF NEW OLD BONES. BY JEAN A. WILSON, SEPTEMBER 1, 2011


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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 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Brush Toils

Pigment and yolk
are together softened, held in hues passing
between salmon and tangerine
the springtime of youth
in a brilliant force of pastels
Those shades
that stretch summer to autumn
flush garnet, russet, sanguine, rust,
blending the years in
with gentler greys
beneath the muted cloak of winter's shadow
Life in one smooth harmony
as the brush toils, and the paint gets the glory


Details | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang


Details | I do not know? | |

Pretty Tasteless

If you don’t go crazy someone else will, 
And you’ll look disgusted you’ll envy the thrills,
That you could have had if you weren’t refined,
But I’m just a fool with foolish advice.


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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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Midsummer Sonnet

A fall wind just did recon down the trail.
It's midsummer, this wind did not belong.
Cold, from the North, it noted all detail
of the terrain, although it didn't stay long.
I caught it unawares as it wove in
and out of trees still green and flowers strong
with scent, grasses while gold had life wthin
Bugs and butterflies still work all day long.
It must have noted that the blackberries were
just starting to ripen, a little slow
to be sure, and the stream was still a lure
to small boys walking against its down flow.
Could it be this wind's report will reveal
summer weak, and that fall will soon prevail?
.



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Exhalted

I saw the Sun and the Moon take a stance in the universe.
And an unknown Star placed over them was put in charge.
The whole entire inhabitants scattered themselves at large.
And all the lands and seas became separated by a diverse.
 
The Sun Shined brightly in the west never to set in a curse.
The Moon gleamed fully bright to the east as the surcharge.
The door had been widely opened and many came by barge.
The stress was great because the world went into a reverse.
 
Fate and destiny was being dished out like a deck of cards.
Skies lit up and the Stars came back out like never before.
And the palm trees took up to the seas like standing guards.
And from this stemmed growth from that one opened door.
 
The Sun and Moon are exalted above and beyond you all,
And so is the Star in charge of those that flaw in its thrall.
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich 2008


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Somewhere Beyond Eternity

There was once a tale time could only tell
To be made and unmade, all souls cannot hide
From distant hands that cast a greater spell
All life and all death in us has to confide

Seasons bring memories to our minds undimmed
Blessed to the day, sacred to the night
Every end to every end, all humans skimmed
Across time and space, foresaid by plight

Many among us has long lived enough to allay
What has consumed our eyes to defy the vow
And expressions, adjourned, as if to say
If only you can see what we all see now

So long as we all can live with liberty...
So long we live somewhere beyond eternity...


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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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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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Flooding Rivers (Cinquain)

Rivers
Flowing over
Destroying many homes
Sadness upsetting many hearts
Flooding


© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


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sky of white for fair winter

hello to the winter winds
winter winds you are my only friends
whisk me to desired destination
allow faces of old to fade in past picture
those placing command upon me can not for long
'for your winds of freedom blow too strong
avenue of snow marked by feet in boot
covered road of travel below foggy skies blind so true
people cower in their hideaway as i embrace you
I will hold you all alone


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Crystal

Icicles from the roof – each window
is bright with sunlit chandeliers.


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Simple dreams

A field of grass
Beneath bare feet
The smell of rain 
In early spring
The wind that blows
Through waves of wheat
That's why I wish for simple dreams

The birds that sings at early dawn
The sun that melts the morning frost
Once shimmered by the winter moon
Now drops that dance on every roof
And wake the flowers from their sleep
That's why I wish for simple dreams

To count the stars that light the sky
To close my eyes and dream at night
Or lie beneath the rolling clouds
With intervals of shade and warmth
Nestled by a rippled creek
That's why I wish for simple dreams

Kevin D. Fix


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Autumn Has Arrived

Feeling the crisp chill of the brisk morning air
Trees formerly full are now virtually bare
Vibrant colors of many and striking hues replace
The lavish greens which previously were in place

Autumn has arrived with her presence aglow
An artistic colorful pallet of beauty to show
Leaves falling gracefully onto the frosty ground
Falling ever so hastily creating a glorious mound

Children running amorously awakened with cheer
For colorful mounds of leaves are so undoubtedly near
Jumping in one by one, the leaves do tell a tale
Of a once boldly standing oak which now looks so frail

Basking in the essence of autumn’s sweet delight
Her loveliness remains an untouchable splendorous sight
Enjoy her virtuous nature as her absence is drawing near
Vanished another season as winter suddenly appears


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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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Some old memories to recall

There are moments in my life
when I think of my past.
Wish I could bring them back

I remember the time as a child,
when I used to play with my friends;
Our home was a place for fun,
with my siblings doing their share.

When school days come,
I would always have an extra hour,
for my homework and other plans
that comprise my studies at that time.

When summer whizzes by,
more excitement to be with friends;
to play with them and visit other places
make a deal for a wholesome year.

Whenever Christmas comes,
preparations are at hand,
like decorations, singing, and parties all over,
to make our celebrations happier and significant to all.

I still remember how we pray together
with our grandmother in her bedroom
a rosary or other memorized devotions
to lift up to God so many intentions.

With the passage of time,
changes have championed the best;
with Christian values to reflect
and thus incarnate throughout the rest.


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

One Last Ride

I would like to have one last ride on the golden hay.
I would love to feel the heat,.
especially, on my feet -
the way they used to feel,
pulling and curling, 
cramping with such delight.

That kind of warmth has long been spent.
Yet inside, the desire remains aflame.

Digging in the cool dirt of my garden only satisfies the tactile surface, 
and reminds me of the child inside, making mud pies.

The expanse from adolescent to crone,
a wide emptiness, 
that has never been full grown.

Quick, before it's too late!
Let's try!


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You've Been Warned

Holy Crap
Another year slips away
Put on like 30 pounds
Pertty hard to take off
You see I like sea food I see it and eat it

Now with muse in hand
Even Jenny Crank has stepped up to the plate
With how to shed 14 inches off waistline in 1 week

You first have to eat 2 bars of exlax chocolate of course
Even choke down some of grannys castrol oil
Ass will be sore for a little while
Remember though the box and bottle does say warning 




Little Pun For The New Me

Happy New Year's All

Also Entry For Carol Brown's 
Acrostic Happy New Year Contest GL ALL


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Powdered Sugar Mountain Fair

Powdered Sugar Mountain Fair
Ephemeral fair,
Hundreds of funnel cakes made;
Fluid team work day.


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Hang In There No Matter What




People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and pray. 
I worship and glorify His holy name every single day. 
When I don't read His Word I'm really feel bad and sad. 
So many things and situations make me in fact mad. 
And now we wonder if we're living in the last days too. 

The economy is awful and the mighty dollar gyrates downhill. 
Unemployment is at its worst and my heart is truly ill. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray one day too. 
So many people believe they're very smart. 
Some rise early and some make a late start. 
Many watch and hear but they don't listen with their heart. 
Sometimes I feel fine but now and then I want to cry. 
I try so hard to understand some many things or hence I try. 
And some of us wonder if we're living in the last days. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 

You want all your problems and mistakes to go away. 
You wish you have more time in your hands to play. 
Money may be green but it doesn't in the trees grow. 
People do anything for money and that's truthfully so. 
Good times come and go and friends will betray you one day too. 
There's too much on my plate but there isn't much to do to say. 
I worry about my future as you make about your way. 
But in my heart I love you so and always will think of you. 
I bow my head and pray hard that we can stay alive this day. 
Winter is bitter cold and frosty snow plummets from the sky. 
It is time for you to seek God's face repent and just pray. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2009 


January,09,2009 


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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



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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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Nature's Hand

The carpet of red, yellow, and brown
lines the canyon's rough walls.
Speckled cars travel through
the mountain's twisted halls.
Pavement curves in wonder
of the swaying trees nearby.
While open windows invite the wind
to water the unsuspecting eye.
Nature's hypnotic music
calls from a bubbling stream.
The sun strikes down upon a mirror,
awakening a majestic dream.
Feelings stir within the eyes,
as they touch the beauty of the land.
Drivers grip the steering wheel,
never to shake nature's hand. 


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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.


Details | I do not know? | |

sliding door on a van

It's just descriptive
but you my take it a different way
I can smell the mix of us in that article of clothing
leaving the situation too abruptly
I'm not innocent of knowing
like a dream inside of a dream
life is so much better more
fascinating than fiction
your second chance I hope you realize and a risk on love you don't miss
here you are walking away
there I am in a burning building situation and looking for the exit
there I am driving down the street
when for a couple more conversations and moments with you
I should've stayed
it's just descriptive
but you may take it a different way


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Fallen Leaves

Leaves of a tree,
Many colors I see,
But mostly green.
Plenty I have seen!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the evergreen!
Some crumpled and brown,
Dried and dead on the ground!
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a spirit down,
Fallen away from its identity!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I can see,
But mostly brown.
Plenty on the ground!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the golden crown!
Some still healthy and green,
Shiny and whole from what I have seen.
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a vision foreseen,
Fallen from Grace in society!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I see.
But mostly brown!
Many I have found.
Reminds me of me!
Fallen away from a life of dignity!


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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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SEPTEMBER RAIN

All around our slippery ground
Rain dropping pellets
a quiet kind of sound
Darkened sky continues her cry
August is trying hard not to say goodbye
The passing of a season
Drenched as we forget
Hot summer to lay back
Even as we still become wet
There has been fair kind of weather
Downpours that make shiver
a lost flight of feather

Are we getting too old to remember the sun?
Deluge,God's Tears
made sure it was done
Quivering commuters,waiting on the platform
Waiting to be safe at home from her Storm
Laughing children of the elementary size
Dancing to celebrate in the dampness of the skies
Communion in Fall
Status not clear
As we continue to hope
that a Rainbow is near
Drawing to a light breeze
The sky begins to dissipate
Clouds are rolling on
A full moon above
September's rain is a memory in Song


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happened holiday

Not driven by madness
sadness
gladness
over aptness
the glass hits the ground…….

It’s the hapless
witless
heartless
thoughtless
that bring the falling down…….

When the tremor
quiver
shiver
undeliver
able, don’t quite make it home…….

Refusing to cry
try
fly 
wonder why
and then never answer the phone…….


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dandelion rubble

darkness traveling underground
rolling skies rumbling in the night
lighting piercing splintered hearts
trees ripped apart 
thunder with in the light
buildings tumbling down
hurried winds blowing
fraigle breezes around
dandelion rubble
next winds
declares trouble
rumbling down
bodies scattered about
in a lifeless sight


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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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The Sun on the Horizon

Honeydew on the grass sparkles with life as the Sun comes up shining.
Way up yonder the Horizon’s preparing for its glorious arising.
Purple, blue and gray radiantly come together and all stand out alone,
Way up under this great big earthly dome.
Bird’s shadows fly at distances, yet each distinct by their flocks belted,
And each disappears away in colorful misty skies where all of them roam!
Beauty in foresight is clearly seen on this perfect unthought-of day, 
Even to my own likings of a surprising.
Too compelling just knowing that all days are counted by,
Each exact group already individualized by being numbered!
Foliage secretes from its many branches of trees per several hundreds.
All with there own story to make known to the unknown.
Consistently re-budding as season’s change to each one that is now arising.
All seeming to prepare for that God-awful battle called Armageddon.
Years pass on and still the Sun comes onto the horizon.
Life’s at a standstill, yet, steadily ticking with the hands of time to carry on.
Nothing can be done to stop the cycle of our Earth’s creation.
For every beginning there is and ending as it is to see 
Dawning is “The Sun on the Horizon”!
Be thankful that you have this very day,
For the Sun is rising upon the horizon,
What a wonderful liaison!



®Registered: Ann Rich  2001


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Season of Love

Season of Love
        by Amy Swanson (c) November, 2008


Holidays are here, and with them
    comes the time of celebration…
times of love and laughter,
    times of joy and exultation.

Moms and grandmas busy
    planning out the special dinner,
while dads and grandpas talk about
    who’ll be the playoffs winner.

Kids are full of laughter,
    cousins run and play together,
while aunts and uncles gather
    to discuss the news and weather.

Times are hard - but love is here,
    and this is the real treasure…
It’s not about what we can buy -
    it’s that we’re all together.


It’s more than gifts or parties,
    and more than buying toys…
it’s not about the money spent.
    It’s all about the joys,

of being loved by those most dear
    to us, and loving them;
of reaching out to those in need,
    to be a helping friend.

It’s not about what food we eat,
    nor the clothes we wear;

the real celebration
       is love’s free gift,
            our hearts forever
                 in it’s warm care.


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HAIKU HIKE

the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile


Details | Free verse | |

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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Summer's End

Leaves crash to earth
As summer's end
Finds us
To rebirth

Bare trees
And solitude
Of winter
Does reverse

The bright sun
Instead
But all
Lend verse

We stand
Helpless
To nature's play
And freezing curse


Details | Free verse | |

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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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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Snow and Silence - For Ellie

Shine a candle in the shadows
break the glow stick green
Conquer those New England days
You know what I mean
Tree limbs tapping at the window
frost on rivulets grey
Open up the blinds and melt them
into words you've yet to say
Soak in bubbles brought to boiling
swirled in steam and sleep
Break the silence with emotion
I am yours to keep.


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Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within










Details | Limerick | |

Echo of an Echo


           A quiet sound that lingers long with Time's every ebb, every flow,

                    memory is an echo of an echo heard faintly long ago;

                                                lonesome shore,

                                                like tales of yore,

               the waves of forgetting, of remembering just come and go.


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Indefinitely Final


                   The setting sun casts a magic that's more than visual,

                        something in its radiance seems indefinitely final;

                                                         it's goodbye,

                                                           it's oh, hi!

                              to some it's a promise, to others a betrayal!


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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.


Details | Tanka | |

an image Tanka

spoor tracks
imprint
the virgin snow-
footsteps of yesteryear
echo in my mind


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Longing...

It’s been quite some time.

The wind blows.
The lightening flashes.
The clouds thunder.
The dry leaves whisper.

With a bated breath I await
The arrival of the first rains
Scented earth, drenched roads
Steaming coffee, nonsense talks; my paradise

But before it could pitter-patter
The sun comes out, the wind stops
My hopes take a backseat; I resign;
With a sad realization

It’s been quite some time now. 


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vanish

yes we all must vanish
so true you see

As a puff of smoke
in a gentle breeze

As a rising warmth
on a winter freeze

Our moments  numbered
- leaves on trees

Til the autumn dawns
and tugs them free

yes we all must vanish
so true you see

yes we all must vanish
both you and me


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Yellow Butterflies

In the corner of my eye,
Ah, ‘tis just a yellow butterfly!
A swarm of bees on its tail,
And whipping in the wind with a trail!
Gallantly afloat and drifting in the air,
A cardinal bird it did meet and then a bear.
Flying through the leaves of a tree,
And circling across the roaring sea!
The yellow butterfly zips on by,
Flying low and then flying high!
Through the winds it did sail,
Gallantly afloat a great big whale!
A swarm of yellow butterflies came to share,
The journey of flying from here to there!
Yellow butterflies were everywhere for my eyes to see,
And I was dancing in the winds when yellow butterflies started chasing me.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | I do not know? | |

Emergence

The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing into deeper hues until they merge
Merge with the water drained cerulean tiredness of those many underbellies as if
As if the fresh colour can soothe the storm resting within.

The skies breathe down cool air, crisp . . . and clear
It touches everything
With something more than just life,
Carries with it the promise of tomorrow,
The foreshadowing of nature’s style awakening after the long winter’s cooling embrace.

As if she can barely contain her urge to scream
Scream out in freedom
As if she can barely contain her cries of stretching

Stretching out toes and fingers
Revelling in the these her first movements that bring

Bring forth the blooming promise
Whispered in the sky of summer’s raining sheaths of tresses caressing

Caressing this hungry earth.
With all the tired souls falling rapt by the newly forgotten tears

Tears still lingering in the lightly licking touches of grass yawning from sleep.
Yawning from sleep.
Beneath the timid warmth of our stretched out toes
When our souls are tickled

Tickled by the dew dropped eyelashes of the earth.

And . . .

And as always the moonset vanishes for this first kiss is only false
One like the first rays of dusk across the night swept sky and lands lingering
Lingering beneath the moon’s subtle glow,
That false dawn with all its memories intact of yesteryear.

Where once walked the souls of children undreamed
When we were young in the expanse of this our home
When the dirt beneath our bare feet was still untouched by time

And this

This is what I see in the sighing

Sighing of the midnight star.


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Falling Leaves

As the Sun of new Rains 
begins to rise 

To help earth bury yesters
under its guise

Rustling leaves fly
Down the trees

Singing merrily 
With the breeze 

Knowing, 
its the last journey 

Still they come 
Swaying with pride 

Thinking not of the end 
But a new life 

Proud to 
be burried and 
transformed into dust 

To nurture 
a fresh spring 
from earthen crust


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NIGHT TANKA

deep in the pool
the harvest moon
bleak and surreal
too soon the image
dissolves in space


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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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Morning

Morning is the most promising time of the day,
It's new and fresh,another new beginning for what we do and say,
we can at least try, although it may not go our way.

With the dawning light we have hopes and dreams we want to project,
morning is our quiet, secret, time to decide what we select.

The season shouldn't have a say,
It's morning, with 24 hours to make a new day...


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Footprints Of Love

There she lies in the sofa
Reading a novel
My lovely princess
Born on a Valentine’s Day
 
Fair she was and cute
Delicate and soft
She exuded wisdom
She portrayed love
 
My Valentine pal
I remember her smiles now
Her solemn kisses
 
She lived a life to her fill
As I cast my mind back
To the past Val seasons 
I spent with her
Good thoughts re-echo 
In my mind
 
We walked for miles
We sat close to each other 
Beside the shore
We admired God’s unique creation
 
The words she spoke 
On her twenty-fifth birthday
Sounded so true to me
 
“Darling, you really mean so much
 To me
 Your unfailing care surpasses 
 My imagination
 
 Your daring strength 
  Has brought us thus far
 
 You kept our secrets
  You shared them 
   With no one else
 
   You kept me 
    As a priceless Jewel
You carried me gently 
In your hands”
 
Today marks 
The fifth anniversary 
Of the day 
We exchanged 
Our espousal vows
 
My heart is full of joy
As I ponder over these things.


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Realm of Understanding

Those hearts in Hollow 
Smile'n for the blind
Clouds in the sea
poor old souls
go' n the distance
yesterdays tomorrow and yesterdays again
so many windows.
night and day join hands for infinity
an ever changing world in pracaticality
one too many accept so much without question, 
without any reason.
In life many do not want to try and explain
the actual existance of life.
So much to feel, touch my heart
then start to become human


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PIMP THE PEN


PUT THE PEN IN HAND.

SO YOU CAN FINISH THE THOUGHTS...

GOD  HAS  GIVEN  YOU.


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They're Grrreat!

Frozen Ice Crystals
Brown dead leaves litter my yard
Nature's Frosted Flakes


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When Defrosted

I don't know who I am,
Why I'm here,
But that's okay;
I just am.

Through the winter,
The winds chased me,
And bit at my heels.
Now, a calm breeze
Comforts me.

My identity echoes
Back from my
Beating heart
On the warm deck.

I'm taking deeper breaths
These days;
I'm fearing not
The stranger's gaze.
I simply close my eyes
And hear
My spirit's twinkle,
Crystal clear.

There is no loneliness
Here, now.
There's only sun,
To show me how
The simple thoughts
Inside my head
Caress
The persevering dread.

I long to taste
The sweet mistake,
That tricks the tired
Eyes awake.
I wish not worry,
For my sake,
But for green earth
My soul to take.


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Thursday Afternoon

The sky was gray, the air was cool
I skipped home Thursday afternoon
Down the hill, below the trees
A broken hose, a sea of leaves
Unbeknownst to me I stood
Watching, waiting, in the wood
When Missus Curiosity
Whispering across the breeze
Somehow got the best of me

Orange clay beside my feet
Autumn gray consuming me
Curious, I took a step (splash)
My shoes became so wet

Suddenly, below the ground
I heard a rushing, rumbling sound
Missus Curiosity then spoke
The septic tank below has broke
You better run, you better hide
‘Cause here comes the crimson tide

I understood, but I could not
Move myself to leave that spot
As the wave crashed down on me
I asked myself 'am I asleep?'
And I woke up.


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Emotions

Uplifting in a positive way, 
Or difficulties brought about with certain dismay,
In particular without say,
Synonymous to night and day!
Moments that are inspired by eventful beginnings,
Or maybe instances creating conflicting feelings,
At times, overwhelming by life’s dealings.
Even more so, relationships can be affected by it,
Submerged by communications that are aground or adrift,
To situations beyond one’s ability to sift!
Perplexing as they are,
Suppressing them is unimaginable by far.
We know that this is part of our natural decree, 
Ignoring them just is not consistent with reality,
So we try to invoke gumption to control its tenacity.
Although our emotions are effortless due to causation,
Never can they be inhibited, equivalent to living, they're a fundamental realization.


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YOU STAY SILENT

Resign from the whispers of the wind
Wait no longer for the arrival of the new sun
Black holes are all the voices contain

Yield from praying to the white clouds
Do not keep vigil for those who will never return
You will only find the excrement of their lies

Forsake the promises of long ago
Do not draw breath from the dust of Angels
You will only be left with a bad taste in your mouth

Persist from standing on the shoulders of the tallest
Give up from stealing another’s dreams
Only a suffered awakening awaits you

Stop listening to the words of those of us who have lost our minds…
We only speak when you stay silent



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Cool Water Reveals


cool water reveals
the placid temperament
snow is always white


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Warm

Winter's chill
Howling winds
Arctic blasts

Knifing 
Slashing
Cutting
Through layer upon layer
Deep
To the bone

Turning skin a shade of blue
Normally reserved
For tropical seas
And newborn eyes

Drifts of snow
Piled high as my home
Sleet and snow
Driven by Mother Nature's gales

Through the bone-numbing 
Skin-biting 
Cold
And the blinding storm
Of purest white

One glimpse

Of you

Warm


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Blind Walkers

With so many in this world who fail to live 
Passing through seasonal beauty unaware

Never beholding the beauty of springs birth
Unaware of the blooms and blossoms

They cannot hear the cresting wave crash
Or see their faces mirrored on winter ponds

The scent of summer love is an alien mist
Carrying on the breeze of evening fields

They are deaf to the songbirds serenading
And are blind to the gold decorating autumn

Never experiencing the peace of pine forests
Nor respecting the mountain thunderstorms

Eyes opened they are still bind to natures beauty
From her all life springs eternal… experience her

While the moment lasts…


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The Big UnEasy

It was all good a week ago,
Bourbon Street was full of energy,
The air saturated with laughter, Gumbo, Jambalaya and Catfish.
The wind whispering sweet nothings in your ear,
Farewell to the last days of summer.
But in my slumber, hurricane season was here,
The wind no longer whispered, but she cried for help,
And suggested that we do the same.
As God's fury swept across the delta,
With a similar rage that had driven Hitler during the Holocaust,
The same "Big Easy" that was adored and cherished,
Had become as uneasy as an upset stomach.
In complete emotional distraught, I pinched myself,
Hoping to awaken from this Purgatory... and I did.
Only to find the ocean inhabiting the streets of New Orleans,
Filled with corpses, that swam through the water like schools of fish,
The air saturated with death, hunger, despondency and lamentation.
With my faith paralyzed, I turned to look up at the broken sky,
Seeking an answer from God about what had happened.
As if he had sighed before answering,
The same wind that had once whispered those sweet nothings, daintily cried,
Katrina, Katrina... Katrina.


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Tis the Season

The air is cold, clean, and crisp
Holiday Season is in full swing
Every house and yard aglow
Adorned with every twinkling colored light
Snowmen, Santa, even Toy Soldiers
Smile and wave from snow-covered lawns
Presents piled under evergreen trees
Blanketed with ornaments, tinsel, and lights
Stockings hung from the garlanded mantle
Bask in the glow of the crackling fire
Scenes inspiring peace, joy, and happiness
A season of giving, family, and love
Everyone's spirit is uplifted and bright
The world is overflowing with Holiday Cheer
How could this season be so dark for me
Then I remember-I dont have you. 


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It Seemed Summer Would Not End

‘Round the bunkhouse and corral—
Seven years old, without sin—
My yeller dog was my pal—
It seemed summer would not end.

The warm days went by fast—
It was time for me to wean—
The good things just do not last—
I was all of seventeen.

Like a horse the years go by—
Twenty-seven and still free—
All the years they seem to fly—
It seems that some things must be.

I am thirty-seven now,
With a wife and hungry kids—
A ranch, cattle, pigs and sow—
And look back on what I did.

Forty-seven comes too quick—
All my days peel off like bark—
Half my cattle are all sick—
All my days seem bleak and dark.

At fifty-seven comes fear
Of the things now up ahead—
So you live life year by year
And hope you don’t wind up dead.

Sixty-seven shows its face
And it ain’t your best ol’ pard—
Others wait to take your place—
This ol’ life is just too hard.

Seventy-seven’s now nigh
And your bones are weak and old—
So you ask the Lord just why,
Things don’t go like you were told. 

Eighty-seven was a dream
That you never thought you’d see—
But things aren’t as they now seem
And you’re content to just be.

Ninety-seven now comes fast
And it will not be a friend—
But you knew good things don’t last—
It seemed summer would not end.


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Longing


Guard my heart from all the worldly pain
Bring peace to my soul
And from sin let me refrain
For I have been so broken for so long
By Your light teach me right from wrong
Help me to walk in Your way without a doubt
Bring me to my knees
And Your name I shout
The journey seems so dark I cannot find the light
To me bring goodness , love, and what is right.
Help me to believe Your word will prevail
When I was once so strong
Now I feel so frail
Bring me back to the place
Where the darkness is no more
Close my past, give me a future of hope
Let my heart soar
Take away the sadness
And bring joy back into my life
The pain is so deep.
It cuts like a knife
Where is the compansion that I'm longing for
Bring me back to the place of peace
that I was before
I know that place
I felt the warmth of Your light
Take my burdens and help me to win this fight


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the cold/the passing

troubles low in the summer end
anticipation of foreign winds
you pray hoping that it's not the end
hope and wish and pray again
fall is here as the winter speaks
a lone whisper to the falling leaves
build your fire for brief reprieve

your warmth soon withers far away
the sun rays are gone from yesterday
no more sounds of the games that children play
the silences of self you can't escape
all eat your hopes away

Winter's longer than you've stressed
troubles high and winds aggressed
the storms are coming winds abreast, the devil scorn
he means your death
the lands are barren,nothing left
our usual joys subject to theft

winter's here
winter's here
winter is here
show no fear


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Patriotic Fanaticism

Perhaps,
it is in the most
unlikely hours and places
such as the so temporary
quieting down of the guns,

the stench of blood, of death,
the agony of the wounded, the dying,
and the final silence of the slain
in this blood-soaked
battlefield

that you may see
a night rainbow descend
to pay homage to the sullied soil,
and it shall belatedly dawn on you
that, after all, so much of what

is hazy, stupid or hidden
about peace, about war,
about patriotic fanaticism
is, as you lay there dying,
just absurd !


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No Big Deal

The new is always a novelty,
the old just a page in history.

Yet nothing is really changing,
just this tired world spinning.

Life is one monotonous grind,
a drag on this restless mind.





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Starlit, Moonlit

                           tonight 
                           shivering soft
                           around and about me,

                           the pale, 
                           watery sheen
                           of the white moon ... starlit.

                          still
                          and pensive I lie
                          on warm, midsummer's grass,

                          my head 
                          on my clasped hands,
                          staring at stars ... moonlit.


Details | ABC | |

$urface

A look far $urface Iland place
I stay where mostly gone both 
Shells a part across swimed
Around Natureness Dawn grewed
Some seven Seas of Flowers and dirt
Whence soil fresh sent after Industries
Time wacthing new Years $urface spined
Hurricane peaces telling whats good news
Alot justly foat on my Boat anear
Home washly away pastess Day's
Building mine Outside this walk
Finish yes Mam; no Sir, happy after
Done  dee's about picture Daddy
I'am love first Name: and last
I'll promise wished Star later noontide
Like Balloon's going too Heaven sliping
Off thy Finger tips notice trill
Magic fly an Space on my paper
For another sweet poem foever
Read Generation coming aloud say
$urface Baby Girl Me and you mint
Ass sweet candy cotton
Together every peek out or Eye
We see $urface there,,,
Notice:Martinez Roberson


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Untitled #289 / The winters

But what of the winters?
I will tell you, do not go naked
do not go alone


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Petals in the Whisper Wind

Petals in the whisper wind 
which fell from your hair, past your face, my friend
which graced muddy ground with their skin pink soft
and silently slipped from our minds
We walked down the street with our arms entwined,
with the wind at our feet and our hearts on our minds, 
The blossom of cherry behind your left ear, 
fell silent, as anxious as us to hear
Dropping our guards as she dropped all her petals
Slipping the night into pockets unfettered
Holding our slim, whispered words in orbit
Pausing in retrospect so the other absorbed it
We walked passed the library bulging with voices
of archaic love and incredible choices
of dust and of drab and of life yet unlived
We walked arm in arm like we'd something to give
to the streets, to the air, to the whisper wind frost
which will haul into winter and tell us we're lost
Lost without flowers and lost without souls
Lost as the clock ticks one moment to old
Petals in this whisper wind
which fell from your hair, past your face, my friend
Let's stop in our stride and bend low to the ground
savoring spring while we're still to be found...


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Time Tide


   ...and time slips away,

                just the way it always had,

                          through times good and bad...


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Man in the Moon

A large face watched me
Bordered by shimmering trees
Along lit dirt roads.


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The Chase


... highway stretches like

          a cat flattening its ears

                 chasing fleeing years ...


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Thank-You Garden

The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.

While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.

One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.

No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there!!


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Fancy That

Cold steady April rain
Housebound huddled captive
Grey and somber is the day
And like myself inactive
So I sit composing verse
Forcing words, imposing, terse
To conjure feelings so inscribed
Pointing to a better way
Or even more a wetter May
One more excuse to get away
To cruise amused in sunlight
Through wet pane I peer and see
I can’t be happy
Fancy free


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A Look At Nothing

I took a long, hard look
at nothing;
dust swirls and dizzies
around me;

             patches of parched grass
             at my feet;
             scorching, cruel glare of 
             noonday sun;


the highway melts, flows
and meanders
up into the glazed skyline,
into space;

             watery mirage blurring
             watery eyes,
             still taking a long, hard
             look at nothing!


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Sobering Hangover

          Coming out from alcoholic stupor 
                of last night's wild binging,
     he's killing stretches of morning hours  
               with slow, footless piddling;

   He's glad that his tummy feels fine again, 
                 coffee clearing his head,
       and he truly likes it that sunlit blinds 
                cast lines across his bed;

    Having chosen to follow wayward ways, 
                life's been dead ever since,
   now he's sober enough to face himself 
               and own up his ancient sins !


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Relapse

A summer sweetness fills the air,
And spring is in the park,
But winter chills their hearts of gold,
And clothes them in the dark

A song is on the lips of trees,
And blooming flowers hum,
But autumn turns them all to brown,
And rids them of the sun

A calming lull is on the pond,
And sleeping shore is still,
But storm arrives to take the clouds,
And rain against their will

A silver moon is in the sky,
And stars are out to play,
But shadow hides their sparkling eyes,
And turns their light to grey.


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MICROWAVE

Microwave this answer quick fast and in a hurry.Oh the worry makes the mind  
contrary. Feeling airy on a huge prairie of people dancing. Looking for a way out 
of the drought. Microwave  zip, zap, bam here's the answer. The situation is 
slowly cook in . The eyes are look in for a quick solution. Hating the fate of 
waiting . A microwave answer is like a cancer. Stop begging for chop up 
solutions. Just wait and believe.


Details | Blank verse | |

misty sequelicious

Like the aftertaste of  peat smoke single malt
and eye water chaser on my tongue


Details | Senryu | |

Day to Day


theres vitality

          in the great triviality

of the day to day


Details | Senryu | |

Dust


       ... to rot and to rust,


                       all gather, and become, dust,


                                       thank, curse if you must !


Details | Rhyme | |

Blaze of June

                                    June, as usual, came around 

                                                   furnace hot,

                                       melted the asphalt of the

                                                    parking lot,

                          its heat burned the fields and highways

                                                      outside,

                              its turgid breath banished the clouds till

                                                     they died!


Details | Lyric | |

Weary

A story changed
The past decides to rearrange
Writing days
A history estranged

Further gone
The novel sings a different song
To what belongs
And now the heart is wrong

The summers drain our weary minds
And every winter dies inside
And in the lies
We’ve nothing true to hide

A restless dream
The statues carved won’t let us breathe
When what we’ve seen
Is denied through darkest means

The falls will prey on all our love
And in the spring we’re stuck with the above
So much blood
All because the memories flood


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Memories From The Piazza.

Sweet titters hang as she dances 
Spinning and prancing down the stairs
Puddled footprints where she danced
In avarice as she eyes her dripping path
As mother grips her hand ever tighter
Awash with sadness I felt the protection
And how I have none from you
You burned white hot across my soul
Leaving a soft ash that slowly petrified
And as I watched mother and daughter
I could feel your fingers slipping away
Catching your glance as you walked away
I hoped there would be a lone tear for me 
Yet finding only a hint of regret.


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To Be, Or Not?

To be blown of glass in a delicate nature
To be light of air when held in one's hand
To be paper thin in the tearing of iris
To constantly fear you'll return to the sand
To sigh in discouragement when all the world's snowing
To pick up oneself and hang weeping to dry
To wish these emotions would latch on to brevity
To be all but broken, to silently cry
To yearn to be held in your delicate nature
To wish that the world knew your name on it's tongue
To break your own heart into mosaic pieces
To be less indelicate, or just to be young
To sleep without darkness or white noise or heat
To soak up a bath and wash dust off your feet
To shine up the glass skin and blow up your lungs
To be in your solitude enigma complete~


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As Winter Came Stealing In

And now, before the irretrievable hour pass,
To wind their way into the dark,
Let us hold for a space this love we feel,
This shivering moment in the night.

Before the turn of a card may tell
Of what may come to be,
Let us taste the wine of memories being born
And feel its bite, the ash beneath the sweet,
Recalling how the present slides away
     
     Without return

To leave us groping after her;
The shapes and sounds and smiles and sighs
We may never fully know again.

Lady Muse appears in the lengthening shadows,
In silence and unbidden
And with a nod commands I delve within my mind again
And pick out what treasures she's seen fit to hide there
Against a colder day.

I obey
And she is gone;
The darkness deepens
And the wind whispers mysteries to me
In a tongue I have never heard,
Yet understand.


Details | Free verse | |

Driving Home a Point

today his pickup has made its point,
  seems no place and time, no weather
    can be more apt for that purpose
      than this wet, sloping dirt-road bend

        right smack in the muddy middle
          of a desolate cornfield somewhere
            in the heart of a lightning-lit night,
              right in the eye of a nasty storm;

a few minutes ago, it roared,
  but then it wouldn't move an inch;
    its engine faltered, missed two beats,
      whimpered and then finally died;

        drenched in rain and desperation,
          he works the clutch and battery
            as he tries to coax back to life
              the ignition, but  all to no avail;

he gets out fuming mad, cursing,
  slams the steel door, slushes away
    in the soft mud, shivers in the rain,
      glancing back, he sees his pickup

        sitting on its shadow, chuckling,
          seems to him with malice, gloating,
            triumphant in its metallic conviction
              that it has driven home a hard point !


Details | Free verse | |

Frost and Fury

Frost, in ribbons rise
crackling, freezing in it's path
words of whispered mist
hanging them upon demise
Secrets spilling, lips which kissed
now caught empty, cold
Frost in ribbons, swirling sky
frozen memories to enfold
Something's in the air
plucking icy words as strings
Let's keep warm inside
Music of our own to bare.


Details | Tanka | |

Summer Tanka

above the still strand
shrieks of seagulls
die on the inshore breeze-
our twin footsteps disappear
as sunset dissolves


Details | Light Poetry | |

THE WOMAN IN ME

The woman in me wants to deal with the man in you; not the boy in you.

The woman in me wants to deal with the man in you because the boy in can not 
begin to understand or relate to the woman in me.

When I was a child ,I thought and played and did childish things,but when I 
entered into womanhood, I put my girlish ways on hold,and not away to 
remember no more.

The woman in me has many girlish ways,but there's; a time and a season for 
everything under the sun.

So when the woman in me shows forth her girls ways ,they will want to deal with 
the boyish ways in you.

The woman in me and  the man in you;the girlish ways in me and the boyish 
ways in you...

Oh, what a  perfect match!


Details | Senryu | |

Unshriven


             dark whispers linger

           heeded and unforgotten,

                 guilty, unshriven


Details | Lyric | |

Favoured by the Winter

My chain of thought is cloaked in wisdom
As I breathe a world of ice
So shiny but without decision
Refracting light starts to entice

I let the flow consume me
I let my consciousness evolve
Far beyond my comprehension
My icy form starts to dissolve

Underneath the winter
I find the concrete earth
A shape misplaced by every season
The towering walls confuse my worth

I break into the statue
Of the thing that I’ve become
I see another empty dispute
There’s only one more statue that hides the sun

My anger turns to fire
I burn the towers of my pride
And as I settle what became me
I let the summer burn the things I hide

I wake into the winter
Cold without a cloak
But the ice presents me with its favour
This is the place where I find hope


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SEASONS

Soaring leaves 
Erratic temperatures 
Artistic display
Sights of color
Open winds
Needles falling
Sudden change


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Celebrating Rainbows

After a healthy downpour of rain, 
Side by side, always the same
Today or tomorrow, a simple bow
The signal of hope, sunshine must follow 
A destined bond, family tied
Silhouette of unity, predesigned
A joyous echo, long established norm
Classical collision, ensured, conformed

If each color grew tired of the next 
Would independence leave us perplexed
Lava lamp like, these morphing beams
The stuff that’s only seen in dreams
Nature’s fireworks, marvel at the sights
Curse the sun’s interference despite
the churning clouds that bring the scent 
of awaited drops that must descent 

Which would you then celebrate  more
Winter, long nights and stars galore
and rainy days, bountiful displays
or summer beaches and butterfly ways
The future may one day demonstrate 
Impacts of change from the current state
For now, uplifting, shoulder to shoulder
Beauty, simplified, in the eye of the beholder 


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Amid Green Skies

I feel like hail... torrential rains and spiral winds
From the eye of the storm pushing and pulling
With the violent rush of a bellowing locomotive,
My only warning, as I flood fields and streets with billows
And uproot and splinter pines, oaks and cedars.
While hurling boulders and every loose leaf,
I demolish and disseminate houses from their foundations.
Exhausting men, women, children, the young and old,
I'm cold as ice and I destroy all that's in my narrow path.
I'm aware only of the vengeance of my anger...
But suddenly!  My wrath wanes in my bewitched reins.
After hell has enlarged, my fury recompences no wins
(Though it seemed momentarily).  One by one
My senses return.  My eyes open and I see
All the death, devastation and destruction I have caused.
My nostrils unclog and smell the refuse of my haste.
My ears hear neglected instruction and wails of gnashing teeth.
Taste returns as my mouth drinks their bitterness,
And my fingers lose their numbness and feel remorse
For what I've done to helpless victims and innocent bystanders...
But... most likely... it will happen again... unawares.


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Cold Front

There comes claret coldness
on the land, creeping haze
heralding change.

It is a moody mist—
an earthen kiss,
a lingering at grave’s lip
that lifts us away.

Temperatures fall
in flaxen fields of gray—
a soft hiss of rain
heckles sky.

There is a coldness
in blood, a letting,
a lost begetting of time
and landscape.

The hard freeze is near—
a sheer plunge, a refutation
of words that warm souls,
send us beyond clouds
to light—
cold and bright
as cracked mirrors
of winter lakes
spilling empty
our opal eyes.


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ANOTHER TANKA

with a tremor of light-
daybreak tinges
the nigrescent sky grey-
the horizon appears
distinct in my mind's eye


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Let's Make New Year Really New

Tomorrow, the year will come to end
And, another New Year is set to begin
Peace, love, wisdom…..against all sin 
Celebration is indeed in our own hand

But, what is new……..in a new year?
If, the old things hadn’t really passed
If, our bad postures are still within us
If, kids sleep not at night, ‘cos of fear 

Let’s make a difference, can not we? 
Something really new...in a new year
That the whole world live not in fear
That we feel spirit that’s meant to be



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Seasons of the Damned

Birds perch on trees 
cavorting, singing,
happily proclaiming 
a day's awakening.

Leaves spring forth 
from tiny boughs
smiling, greeting,
softly saying hello.

Flowers burst out
in wild, vivid colors,
wanton, shameless,
amid hills and plains.  

As fishes leap wildly,
the brook flows lazily,
freely on its long way 
to the wide open sea.

Then just as suddenly
all come to a standstill,
screwing up the living,
changing life to death.

Birds are there no more,
lifeless the firm branches
where they used to play,
into gold turn the leaves,
making bare the trees.

And come white blankets
enveloping the silent earth,
turning bleak and desolate
what once teemed with life.

Seasons come and they go,
returning and then departing,
but what never, ever changes
is man’s mad march to war. 


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Natural Change

His hand dipped into the river
As the current took the fallen leaves
Cupping the water to his lips
He knelt for a moment to grieve

The changes occurring, dramatic
The landscape, subjected to change
He realized the cycle continues
As seasons of life rearrange

He watched the changing of seasons
As he sat on the river’s high hill
Noticing for the first time, the beauty
He knew nothing…ever remained still

As change is a natural progression
One should ride, as the river does flow
Changing is easy, like the seasons
Along with it, then beauty does grow


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Spring

The snow is melting on the ground and winters chill is past.
The trees are coming back to life!The sky? still overcast!

The animals are stirring from their Winter's tranquil rest,
The birds are hidden-still (poor things) but soon they'll build a nest.

The lakes have lost their frozen caps, (the streams and rivers, too)
And soon I'll look up to the sky and see it's brilliant blue.

And as I step upon the ground with it's coat so very cold,
I stop to ponder on my walk, why Winter should be so bold.

I think about our Spring (now due) and hope its beauty is nigh,
For when our winter sheds it's coat the earth will soon be dry,

For when our winter sheds it's coat it's beauty makes me sigh.


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Midnight Falls

The rising of the sun casts all into light
outlying the minute details of life
the hardship and struggle
and deprivation of hope.
The sun follows a dedicated route
from east to west never a new path
just like life itself
the same aches and pains dripping dripping
constantly through the I.V implemented
the symbols never change the seasons 
the seasons never change their symbols
the plight of man can be simple enough
I can never be satisfied I want more
I need to want more
our minds can stretch beyond its borders
but yet we fall short of glory 
time after time
just to reset time when time has come
just as midnight falls 
so do we