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Details | Concrete | |

The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


Details | I do not know? | |

Cycle

Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.

Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.

So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.


Details | Rhyme | |

Paradise

Beyond the hills of Auburn
Past the river, through the trees
I found a secret garden
Pretty as you please
A field of red corn poppies
Cosmos and blue bell
Candytuft and blazing star
Bedecked a wishing well
Scarlet sage and tidy tips
Covered a distant knoll
A quiet little gopher
Lies sleeping in his hole
Resting beside a trickling brook
Beneath the weeping willow
I have a bed of scarlet flax 
With yarrow for a pillow
Today, I was truly blessed
When a robin dropped me here
You see in any other place
A gardener I would fear
For I am but a lowly weed
That most would only shun
But in this secret garden
I am loved by everyone


Details | Verse | |

Who Am I

I am the ring around Saturn
spinning words as particles of ice and dust
with the power to transcend

I am the original chosen to be right here right now
transmitting verbal frequencies 
through speaking my thoughts into existence

I am the heir of omnipotence,
born with a direct connection to profound abundance 
The one whose words will age, yet still have substance;
since there are no boundaries attached to my pen

I am constant energy
Translating personal experience into imagery 
Vulnerable to tyranny,
yet i continue attempting to share some truth
through this abstract language of poetry

I am the core
I am that I am more
I am the Divine Presence that is the Source of my rewards

I am the green you get when you mix too much yellow with the blue
That shade of gold you get when the sun resides into darkness
and when it ascends in the dawn burning dew
I am the transition between the third and fourth dimension of time;
the love you feel when you realize how it feels

I am the poem that is abstractly direct
because I write beyond limits
absorbing frequencies from 3 to 8 hertz
through meditation for several minutes
I am the one bridging the gap between
the analog ascension and the direct connection to spirit
The one who is love
because I am a descendent  of it

I am the rhythm that the wind blows
I am the beginning and the ending of stories told
about the universe and how miracles unfold
I hold the power to accept judgement from those who will do just that
Not knowing that I am them in the absolute reality of me
Judge that

I am knowledge beyond measure because that is my right
So I continue meeting the different parts of me
when I meditate and write
Who am I?
I AM, THAT, I AM



Details | Ballade | |

All Things Beautiful

Walking alone past the reeds blowing lace,
Stroking the oak by the old wooden gate,
Guided by trust to my lovers embrace,
Pouring my heart into leaves as they bate
Wind into dancing as feet hesitate,
Just long enough to find rhythm, I trace
Patterns in air as the pollen creates -
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Sky paints a picture for moon in dark space,
Vast driven oceans of life demonstrate
Love for the mountainous deserts displaced,
Each born anew, by the wind to its fate -
Seamless infinity’s natural state,
Is seeing your eyes on another’s kind face
And Finding forgiveness for those who breed hate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace

Out in the sun as light seeks out its place,
Faith comes to breathe as it encapsulates
Bodies of men where his truth is encased,
Dreamers whose dreams become true and innate,
Their journey is hard but rewarding and great
Where love can be found but cannot be replaced
And words that when written just right captivate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...

Each breath I breathe makes me appreciate
How beautiful life is, how rich and how chaste -
Nature’s perfection is light incarnate,
Fair is the face of the Lords given grace...


copyright Kristin Reynolds 2008


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Each Day Takes its Turn

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we strive to make sure 
each day enlightens us 
and brightens us
even as light fades to gray 
may we keep fighting 
with two swollen feet
beneath the body and soul 
experiencing trials 
and intense life lessons 
meshed with stresses 
may we persevere 
turn off  fear's song 
may we stand firm 
as we glide along 
through shifty winds of change 
that may cause things to sway
rearrange
but we hold true
inside the values and morality
we stand for 
we
fall for nothing 
we
may stumble along the trip 
we 
may swerve at the wheel yet 
we 
do not lose our grip
because no one 
can eclipse the sun 
yet
everyone heals 
before they're done

Just when situations arise 
flooding us with pain we despise
and just when it seems like
our tear ducts are dry 
from ongoing cries
we may think 
things are on the brink of ending
then God shows us the ways of faith
by way of love that he's sending

Standing firm 
we live 
we give 
we take 
we learn 
we make sure 
every day enlightens us 
and brightens us 
as each day takes its turn. 

~JSLambert



Details | Personification | |

Ode to the Redwood

I was once a little twig with dreams of being a mighty tree
So people would come from all around just to look at me
As the years started to come and go I fell in love with the wind
I would open myself big and wide swaying to the music of my friend
My rings became many and my bark was as red as red could be
Then the day finally came I was the tallest of the tallest trees
I stood tall and I stood proud and everyone knew my name
As my rings continued recording my destiny to fame
Then the fateful day it came my friend and I had a fight
Looking back I can't recall who was wrong or right
I said, "You are but the wind something people can't even see"
" And I'm the king of them all the tallest of the tallest trees"
That night the wind started to howl she really started to blow
And I the tallest of all the trees learned we reap what we sow
My roots struggled to hold on tight but without a soul around
She who had been my dearest friend knocked me to the ground
The loggers came and cut me up then shipped me away
To my soul that truly was a sad and lonely day
Torn from all I knew and loved wishing I didn't have to feel
I was cut into boards and post down at the local mill
Now I'm back here at home just a few feet away
From where my friend the wind and I used to dance and play
I'm the deck on which you stand I lay below your feet
There is a bench made of me would you care to have a seat
Sometimes in life our roles change just take a look at me
The trick is no matter who are what you are be all you can be
See I was once a little twig who became a mighty tree
And now I'm a redwood deck as proud as proud can be
And of my friend the wind she visits me everyday
So I can thank her once again for helping me find my way


Details | Pastoral | |

God's Kind of Poetry

O ever changing sky, blue-gray and maudlin
your mood and unsettled ways, meld with mine.
Clouds seem but blemishes upon horizons
as weary as the soot smudged cheeks of urchins.
Bruised in hues at once fresh with pain and longing,
not yet healed by the riper rise of next day’s bloom.

O ever changing sky, the nascent forest’s buds.
Its lashes linger in the purple poignancy of dusk
and whip thy brow with thrashing maple limbs.
Eyeless vault of heaven cry for me, release my plight
erase with thy wonders this tattered visage so forlorn.
The sky of night holds many jewels of delight.

O ever changing sky, clear to crisper shades of sapphire,
ping with shooting stars and glowing diadems of light.
Let lavender blue soften my sorrows for I like Merope* 
need Orion’s might to lift my heartache, to point the way.
May thy constant rebirth give hope which melds with mine
and brings a beauty brighter than your Venus** to the day.



*Merope was Orion’s star crossed lover.
**Venus is the Goddess of Love and the Morning Star


Details | Couplet | |

Summer Morning

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



Details | Free verse | |

MY SEX


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Fear

Trust in your fear
As it speaks with a voice
Or you'll be left in pieces
With no longer a choice

For your fear will take over
In vociferous chant
To pieces you will collapse
In meandering rant

So when ever this word
Called fear appears
Don't fall to pieces
Or your soul disappears




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


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain

Suddenly, my shoulders shine
with blessed liquid, sweet, divine
Mouth unhinged to quell the tongue
with, oh... just a kiss, just a drop
These days we had when we were young
Running mad through hot cloud tears
soaked and chilled and giggling while
we scoffed at future, mid-aged years
We'd hurry obtuse with dress and heels
calloused veneer from latent appeals
to strip off the clothes, to don on the suit
The sky opens up and dissolves this pursuit...


Details | Crystalline | |

Seeing Autumn's oak adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

----------------------------
Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14


Details | Narrative | |

Pride of the Motherland

Riding an elephant
Down the narrow trail looking triumphant
Scanning the golden landscape
Like Hannibal with enemies in flight
Sight from a lofty height
King of the jungle moving
With lioness by his side

Climbing Mount Kilimanjaro
Guides by my side with packs on their backs
Some paths steep with rocks
Boots slipping below our tired feet
Beautiful birds in unison flight
Moving with terrestrial light
Stunning sunlight summit on the peak

Praying in an Ethiopian Church
Preserved in rocks built by humans’ hands 
Never touched by conquest plans
Protected from the invaders’ footsteps
Queen of Sheba and Solomon’s nest
Touched by Arch of the Covenant
Mary, Joseph, and Jesus once slept

Eating yam, sipping palm wine, and tasting milk
Freshly squeezed by experienced hands
Taste of life in the mosaic grassland
Sustaining and soul refreshing
Cradle of humankind adorning
Invaded for its gold, riches, and human capacity
Birth of life on earth with tenacity

Respecting its living and arduous journey
Essence of life once was and is again to come
Riding a camel across the hot Sahara sand
Once wet now dried, exported gold from Mali…
Treasures from the hearts of once African empires
That which was, is, and shall forever be
Africa the birthing Motherland
We still love and respect thee!

~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~

Seventh Place Winner
"African's Pride" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Adeleke Adeite
June 30, 2010

~~~~~~~*******~~~~~~~


Details | Rhyme | |

A Forest

The night like clouded charcoal scorched,
A sea of trees with starlight torched.
A night where laws are sound asleep,
Anarchic prayers running deep.

Alone I hear the wretched screams
Of screeching trees... or so it seems.
The cries protract into the air,
Without a sound they disappear.

The shrieks have bartered now anew
With sounds of meat and boney chew
Discharging from the faithless trees
And snarling with my memories.

But creatures' gruesome growlings drown.
I smell the gunpowder and frown.
The waging sounds of war advance
In battle stance with gun and lance.

The sounds of bleeding men enhanced,
The sounds of fate and time and chance,
No sooner do they cross the trees
Than fade as all their voices freeze.

But worse than bombshell sounds occur;
The storms, the winds, the thunder stirs.
The roars that shake the forest's roots,
The flowers, soil, and passion fruits

A rainy resonance restocks
The grass the air the woods the rocks
And washes with its dancing tingle
All the sounds that intermingle:

A dreaming forest in the night,
And trapped within its fanfare fright,
It chokes me in its thunder thrill
And hangs me in the silence still,
And hangs me in the silence still.


Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

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

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


Details | Narrative | |

New Road

In a new road,
Rain will fall,
Wind may blow,
Swifting our woe.

The road forever on and on,
Many paths to choose,
Many paths to take,
Home behind,
World ahead...

Through the shadows,
Through the night,
Clouds going by,
There we will lie,
Very deep,
Seeing shivered land,
Seeing the dead seas...

Through the edge,
Miles to go,
Singing by,
Darkness rising,
Vanishing light,
Hollow flourishing,
Going by,
World ahead,
Home behind...

Rain may fall,
Through the nightfall,
Through the twilight,
Through the dusk,
Through the dawn,
Beyond mountains,
Beyond stones,
Standing strong,
Wandering lost,
World ahead,
Home behing,
Paths on and on,
'Till the road comes along...


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Crescent Waltz

She slants her shining, golden glance
Across desert, mountains, rivers, plants
Greets her rising, true romance
In the purpling, opposite skies

Her lunar love, her heart’s delight
Soars to ever darker height
For each, the other’s perfect, right
It’s on their wings time flies

She seems asleep within the night
Yet always, somewhere, she’s brilliant, bright
Motionless in constant flight
Each day its own surprise

They’ll never meet – there’s not a chance
These partners in eternal dance
Of darkness, light – they both enhance
The world with their long goodbyes

***

As their crescent waltz achieves crescendo
Sans artifice or innuendo
Young children start to play Nintendo
While adults stir and rise


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Personification | |

Whispers Within



I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.


Details | Limerick | |

I Met This Charming Moonbeam Last Night

The arms of the willow started to sway
and this curious glow rippled my way.
While flirting with my feet,
nature played a song so sweet.
The lake our dance floor 'til the sun's first ray.


Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

“Well,” She asked; her eyes wide. Beads of hot sweat glistening on her brow like miniature 
crystal suns. Her angst was palpable. “What is it!”
     The air was still. There were no words. Just the sound of bodies breathing in – and 
holding.
     “Congratulations.” He held out his arms, handing the mother, her baby, “You have a son.”
     The moment shone like glass in the center of the heavens – pure and eternal.
     It was redemption from every wrong thing she’d ever done. 
     It was the shining eyes of God smiling onto her exhausted face; lighting it with hope.    
     It was the only place there was – the only time, the only space. 
     It was the only feeling that existed. 
     They were the only two incarnate souls in the room; on the planet, and in the universe.
     This was her child –
     her son.
     And she was his mother.

     (there are no words for such things. suddenly, I feel like an intruder. there are too many 
eyes, words and moments here. so it is here, I take my leave; leaving this mother and the 
only soul in her universe to their perfect moment. they will have many more moments in this 
lifetime; but none as sacred, as human, or as eternal as the first look from life to life; 
mother to child; heaven to earth, as the very first. None.)
     
“It’s a boy.” she whispered. Her throat a crumbling tunnel; stunned, but not really. Like 
she’d known it all along. “My baby boy…” She smiled into his ancient, brand-new face; 
tracing his delicate cheek with the back of her finger. “He’s perfect.” 
     She ran her palm along the bottom of his soft, miraculous foot, and laughed. “Look at 
your feet – they’re huge!”
     And as she wiped the tears with the heel of her shaking hand – smearing what was left of 
her mascara - she looked in to his, as close to heaven as one can get, eyes, and said, “Hi.
I’m your mama.” He smiled at her. He knew. He’d known it all along. “And I’ll love you 
forever…”
     The world closed its shades then. Leaving the sacred to its history; the moment to 
eternity; and their universe to its quiet, little room.
     


*Inspired by Deborah's, You Must Have Been A Beautiful Baby, contest; and every mother 
who has graced this sacred room.


Details | Didactic | |

Speak of thee

                                        He is above us in the clouds 
                                run through the fields and speak of thee
                                              He will grow roses

                                       I will be the stem of the roses 
                                       for I shall never leave your soil

                                     You will be the tree I grow beneath 
                                             and he will be our rain.


Details | Quatern | |

Nature Sounds

The wind against the trees make a rustling A sound unlike any other around The rubbing of the limbs craft a bustling It’s a subtle music which brings this sound Even the lake near land has a ripple The wind against the trees make a rustling And the grass nearby swishes and baffles And the wind seems to give a great panting The water has another sound, bubbling Sounds permeate all throughout this calm place The wind against the trees make a rustling Mountain sits mighty with sounds on its face Even the light seems to speak of high marks The scene enlightens higher than heartstrings Sound is the number one part that embarks The wind against the trees make a rustling…
Russell Sivey Contest: 'SOUNDS' Sponsor: FRANK H. 5/11/2013


Details | Terza Rima | |

Flowers Fill Her Universe

Beyond the valley mottled clouds and blue
Invite all strangers into quiet peace.
There sunlight sparkles with the morning dew.

The river hears the loudly honking geese. 
And fragrance from spring flowers fills the air.
Each anxious soul can feel his qualms release.

A quiet stillness floods the valley fair.
Magnolia blossoms show their shining white.
A virgin giggles adding her sweet flare.

While smitten by the golden sun’s daylight,
She challenges desires in her mind.
Beneath the yellow trees her heart takes flight.

Idyllic beauty with God’s hand entwined,
Resounds His message through nature’s converse.
Departing there, good virtue still aligned.

Delightful flowers fill her universe.


Details | Rhyme | |

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Haiku | |

A Modern Haiku


dressed in queen anne's lace  chrysanthemums spray baby breath awaken earth's vase
September 21 2014


Details | Personification | |

CRUCIFISH

The fish is a creature cold and wet
Hooked by line and trawled by net,
Easy to catch and yummy to eat
Fried in oil or seared by heat.
I must admit I eat my share
So my guilt I sadly bear.
Handless and legless they strive to survive
Yet they are loved more....Dead than alive!
-But-
Fish cannot scream
Fish cannot yell
The pain from a hook,fish cannot tell.
Fish cannot scratch
Most do not bite
They go to the pan with little fight
-But-
What a frenzy,what a fuss
When one of them devours us!
It's on the telly,it's in the press
"Each shark killed is a monster less."
It's not in the press,its not on the telly.
How many of them are in our belly!
-But-
If fish could scream,if fish could cry
If fish had fur or big brown eyes.
If fish were dry and nice and warm
We'd never do them any harm.
We'd think them cute,they'd get respect
They wouldn't 'get it in the neck'.
Protest groups would march the streets,
And fish would multiply in peace.
-But-?


Details | Couplet | |

A Meadow's Sigh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Tanka | |

Autumn

Summer is gone now and fall with her beautiful face Softly just arrives. Spreading joy with her colours And thrilling with her magic. Dorian Petersen Potter aka ladydp2000 Copyright@2014 8.10.2014


Details | Cowboy | |

Intelligent Design

You think you’re alone out on the range
Sittin’ silent under starry sky,
Just a marvelin’ at the universe
And wonderin’ ‘bout that ol’ question: why?

You shake your head at worlds of worry,
Knowin’ it ain’t often that you’ll find,
All the answers to your queries
Beneath the clear black sky and pine.

You wonder if we rose up from mud
And walked straight and tall upon this earth—
Or was it all created in a moment—
A conception that gave us true birth.

Are we all no more than those monkeys
Evolvin’ slowly down life’s long line?
Or is there more to earth and heaven
Touched by something truly sublime?

We keep on punchin’ clocks and cattle
And tryin’ to get through each new morn—
But is there more to life than dyin’
And will we somehow be reborn?

All the cattle know my hard proddin’
As I lead them along time’s sad way—
We live for but a flashin’ moment,
As we watch life go by in one short day. 

So make the best of trails you ride, cowboy—
Each tomorrow is both yours and mine—
And gaze long at stars in that vast sky
Placed there by intelligent design.


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When The Sun Sets

When the sun sets, The stars shine with no regrets. Darkness fills the air, The moon gives light with every care. The darkness is easier to walk through, Every light shining is so pure and true. Guidence forever are the stars in the sky, With them we find our places lifted so high. Forever is the moon to cast light upon us all, We become encouraged to stand firm and tall. The stars shine with no regrets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, Shining its powerful light it never forgets. Though light fades to darkness, It comes about with alertness. Shadows before the eye can see, The little shining light is enough to set us free. Sometimes we are afraid to walk alone in the dark, From which we were given a caustic remark. Guidance Forever is the changing of dark and light, It helps us to be strong and make one last fight. Forever are the shadows lurking at every turning point, If we give in it is ourselves we disappoint. Shining its powerful light it never forgets, When the sun sets.

When the sun sets, The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects. All the animals of the sea, Come forth creating a musical harmony. The waves crash upon the shore, Washing up new sand to the ocean floor. Its a beautiful site to see, The ocean sounds are calmingly free. Who's to say the ocean isn't peaceful get away, Its a calming place to relax and stay. The sky is filled with wonderful colors that the ocean reflects, When the sun sets.


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Rain

Dripping rainbow drops
 Of shimmering life around
Every breath of dreams


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UNDONE

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

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

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

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

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

I am life
I am love


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Autumn Colors

          Autumn Colors

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

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


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The Poet

Gripping pen in desperation
for just one word to appear
An hour passes, two, then three
til the day's end is near
Just when I feel like giving up
something sparks within
as thoughts are put in order,
I see it's half-past ten
There can be no stopping now
the words would quickly fade
I won't give in until I know
a masterpiece is made
Here is doggie to my right
and kitty in my lap
Patiently waiting once again,
for me to rid my thinking cap
I pat their heads from time to time
so they know I still care
But to stop right where I'm at,
oh no, I wouldn't dare!
The words are flowing smoothly 
and now I'm going strong
Looking up, I realize,
I've been up all night long
The sun is slowly peeking
above the mountains grand
Aching back, slits for eyes,
there's no feeling in my hand
I may now be a zombie
with a body tired and worn
But, I feel a sense of gladness
another poem has been born!


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Haiku






what is left and what was there- crescent moon ==========000========== By-kash poet(kashinath karmakar)


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The Morning Sun Speaks

The Morning Sun Speaks


Vainly,  I smile at a fine morning sun
ponder today's tasks waiting to be done
Embrace and savor this very sweet morn
enjoy life, that is why we were first born

Sparrow drinking at my lone bird fountain
clouds soaring into another mountain 
I see the carefree bird fly far away
consider the high price I dearly pay

Happily my soul spoke to the red sun
life races onward as I freely run
My toils are but life tokens to be spent
spirit lives with our love paying no rent

The morning sun spoke yet again to me
live, love and grab hold of life yet to be!

Robert J. Lindley, 08-27-2014


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Rose

She holds herself above the thorns of bitterness-
So sharp  and green with envy of her loveliness-
As she trembles in the chill of winter’s breath-
That stills the beating of her scarlet breast-
As  her petals fall like drops of blood 
Upon the snowy mantle white
As beautiful in death
As she was – my Rose - in life

~~~~~~

Author:  Elaine George
Awarded: First Place
Brian Strand's 1 to 8 contest


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Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes

Earth Shimmers, Life Explodes



Calming clouds float into my dream
 fish flop happily onto my grill
Ducks quacking loudly taking to wing
 Nature yawns and begins it's daily thrill

Forest fights the coming mist
 night owls hourly call
Flowers groan and silently twist
 woodpeckers hear it all

Cool streams flow on wet earth
 bees gather for all they are worth
Snakes slither into the weeds
 earth's beauty serves man's greater needs

Night sky glows like a hot candle
 treasures, more than one man can handle
Moon sheds it's glittering skin
 life explodes in the heart of men

Earth shimmers dancing in perfect time
 poets sing rejoicing deeply in rhyme...........

Robert L. 06-02--2014

Looking out our bay window at this glorious night. Wife enters, sweet kisses me good night.
Inspiration suddenly strikes!!! 
A joy to be so very alive.... 


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The Planting

The Planting

Seeds of sorrow lay scattered along our path
 so oft intertwined with Nature's wrath
Yet till the fields of dreams we simply must
for soon , so very soon we turn to dust

Green is the color of majestic newborn fields
as man enjoys fruits of earthen harvested yields
The sweat and pain given is the simple cost
thus we survive so ALL humanity is not lost

Life requires our own ground be rightly prepared
ignorance is the calamity so many are ensnared
We eat the dust long before we bake the bread
when we seek ease oft great sorrow we get instead

We plant our own seeds to dream to reap anew
yet we all pay, life is not free, tis so very true!

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014


note: Inspired by this morn's reading of Debbie Guzzi's 
super fine poem , a great sonnet -- The Sowing
I give thanks for this inspiration and the joy in reading 
both her sonnets this great morn. Certainly brought me
out of a slump and crazy haze these last few days..
Amazing how sometimes another poet can blow one away and change
 another's  entire attitude.


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Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Glistening of gentle morning dew
soft breeze flowing sweetly along
Thoughts again of life and you
melodies that play a mental song

Trees wrapping this beautiful morn
joyful thoughts now so newly born
Sky filters down its sunlit rays
birds chirp all about on such days

My joy lost has now been found
as the natural world spins  around
Life takes on a sheen of the new
Again my happy thoughts turn to you

Our lives joined, paths forever hold
this deep love that makes us both so bold! 

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

note: Took a Nature hike today. Saw God's beauty all around. 
Very soon I found myself thinking ,yes, that my life came around 
when my wife married me. As if a Spring shower had soothed the 
parched ground. Giving nourishment for the seeds of bliss
to sprout on up and grow.
God, Nature's glow, my wife's love and beauty , our son's 
smiles today made this world turn from bleak and cold to
sunshine and a slice Of heaven. Thank God for Nature's 
beauty and its sweet inspirations.
My brother-in-law David was sent home to die tonight. They can do no more , the cancer will end his life, most likely in the next few days...
I couldn't go there tonight. The helpless feeling slays me so!
I hope to have the courage to go tomorrow morn...


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I AM LIVING

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

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


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Last Night

I laid out on my porch last night
Listening to coyotes rage a fight
I watched the moon with her bright, full face
Place a blanket of shadows o’er the landscape

Tree frogs croaked a lullaby
I saw night critters scamper by
I breathed in the cool, fresh night air
As my body gave up its daytime cares

Inside the house everyone was asleep
After praying the Lord their souls to keep
I simply marveled at this nighttime world
Watching Mother Nature play like a little girl

Stars were twinkling in the midnight sky
Even saw a satellite passing by
My mind was clear of whos, whats, whens and whys
The tear that fell was from a happy cry

I laid out on my porch last night
Refueling my soul for the coming light


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On My Porch

Some days the birds come out They sing there beautiful song They envelope my senses I harbor their harmonious tunes I long to hear them all my days There are days when the sky is clear The sky would be a cerulean blue With white high cotton clouds I lift my eyes toward the sun And take in all of its golden rays My pupils become very small Just small specks in my eyes Just then I see the tree-line A magnificent sight to behold Each tree within the calm cluster Is filled with the beginning of life Just as are some of the unknown flowers That are alongside of the house Those flowers that have been struggling Struggling through these harsh days The weather has been rough for all nature The birds, the trees, and the flowers All have had a hard time adjusting To the tremendous swings of temperature Cold to warm, warm to cold And everything in between My porch is a calming place A place where I like to relax Though today has been raining Still it’s a calming rain, but very cold I wish I could hear the birds And see the clear day With the sun’s warmth all over me And I could see nature with its beauty But now I see another part of nature In its own beauty, the nurturing rain Without this nothing would survive So I still smile on days like this The peaceful constant rain on the porch I can only stand staying out so long Because it’s too cold, it’s freezing out But I still wanted to feel this part of nature A real part of life, an influence to one’s soul It never gets old coming out to my porch I always bond with all of nature No matter what that nature is that day Warm and cloudy, hot and sticky Cold and frigid, humid, stale, and calm All of which are important in life And I like to experience each one of them Nature has its good days, and its bad And I like to be in the middle of all of them Now I will come in and will await Await the time when I will come back out again Tonight, tomorrow, or whatever time I will venture out to my porch And enjoy my time here, with nature
Russell Sivey Written per the request by my friend Sara Kendrick


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Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


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Karma

Karma was my best friend...
Until I fell for her deceitfulness...
She always had my back when others would try to harm me...
I would laugh at her and the way she would play with others emotions...
Not knowing that I would fall as one of her victims...
See Karma is mysterious...
I guess that's why she is perfered as a female dog...
She has no feelings...
That's why she always wins her battles...
Me and her never see eye to eye now...
I guess we're to much alike...
I also have no feelings...
Some may say that's impossible, being a human with no feelings...
Possible...
See,  My mother is Sorrow...
My girlfriend is Pain...
My enemy is Fear, I have none...
I came in the world naked...
So Karma can't take anything from me that is rightfully mine...
So when I leave this Earthly Hell...
I will leave, knowing that I have won the battle that no one else has ever 
Concorde...


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When Shadows Fall

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


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A Leaf

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






Details | Kimo | |

Butterflies

Butterflies are a symbol of freedom
They should never be captured
But left to bring us joy 


Details | I do not know? | |

Nature's gift

The twilight of night
casts a pale subtle glow,
as the tide of the ocean
puts on a magical show.

There is a warm rolling breeze
sea salt in the air,
shore lined with shells,
as if placed delicately with care.

This serenity and peace
which cannot be bought,
is proudly on display
for humanity, it does touch.

Regardless of colour,
of creed or of race,
the gift of nature;
opens eyes and offers faith.


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Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

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

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

                               Amen


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The Highlanders Estate

My door is open
I welcome you
To my Highland lands
Off heathers and hue
 
Cross the bridge
Of centuries old
To my castle of grey
In it's regal fold
 
Stand with me
In the great hall of my past
Like generations
Us Fraser's will last
 
Climb spiral stairs
To a turreted tower
Look out on my lands
As the northern lights shower
 
Turn to the left
Look out to the fields
They stretch for miles
Many harvests they yield
 
The moat leads off
Into a river so pure
With it's salmon ladder
Caught to mature
 
Lets take to the horses
To forests of pine
They carpet the glens
In greenery fine
 
Centuries old
Camp fire and cheer
Weeks away
Chasing the deer
 
The welcome we received
When we reached home
Venison and pheasant
From our Highland roam
 
Off the great hall
To the room of the past
Where tartans and paintings
My ancestral past
 
Open great fireplace
Lights up the room
Claymores and armour
In past battles bloom
 
The evening draws
Arrival of guests
To feast on the roam
For the food we are blessed
 
Midnight approaches
Bedtime retire for all
As i look out my window
In awe at it all



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


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Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

Rushing Waters Stir The Soul

The water rushed by with a glow
its journey's end few may know
Just a long creek flowing west
deep into wetlands I knew best

Sunny morns I visit to renew
stir heart, wipe away the blue
Sounds so pleasing to my ears
comforting sights easing fears

Fish flopping all about in play
soul stirring sight this day
Kingfisher diving for a feast
Sun rising swifting in the East

Trees wrapping its gentle banks
my heart and soul giving thanks
Another dream I hold in my mind
of Nature and this scenic find!

Robert J. Lindley, 09-12-2014


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I Took Myself Walking

I took myself walking the other day,
not far from the city's decay

A small patch of solitude beckoned to me,
'til I came to take rest,by the old stump of a tree.

Sure I took myself walking and alone here I sit,
disgusted with life and close to a fit.

With face cupped in hands and eyes a-staring out straight,
I thought to myself, "What will be my fate?"

Self-pity had just about taken it's toll,
when that old stump piped up, with the voice of my soul.

"Look here young fella,what's got you so low?"
"Life's got me defeated', I said kinda slow.

"Life's got you defeated--just look what I've got,
a face charred by fire and a heart full of rot.

I've got critters chewing me inside and out,
and I'm darned close to dying,there is little doubt.


But am I discouraged?--not on your life.
I've served a good purpose, with my offspring and wife".

And looking around, what should I see,
but hundreds of saplings and another old tree.

"We've given the earth much more than we've taken,
if you do the same, you won't be forsaken.

Just go back and face life with it's ups and it's downs.
Back to your life in cities and towns.

But come back again, if you feel yourself slippin',
If more people went walking, there'd be less of them flippin'.

I


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A Seed In The Wind

~ Years lost, the barren floor a thousand poppies shall live no more through twilight's calm a storm raged on of flickering fire before the dawn Wither o' heights of careless breath the evil wind will give no rest so burn my orange fire burn of death soon rebirth shall find a nest Until that day I stand subdued where painted skies my only muse... ~ Poet-Rick Parise


Details | Senryu | |

Tranquil Waters

Her dark eyes reflect
Tranquil waters beyond dusk
When she does not cry.


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Nature's Kiss~

Connecting with nature
Walking along I find peace…
Autumn leaves surround me
Crunching rhythms at my feet
I Step inside harmony ~

Brown leaves start swirling
A Tiny tornado forming
Admiringly…I stand glowing… 
A mighty wind blows off my hat
Quickly…I wonder …what was that?

As I hold onto my head
It blows away end over end
Nature playing games instead 
My gracious hat…ahead it blew
I ran after it fast and true~

Blown up against a Willow 
Floppy hat blocked indeed
Tiny raindrops starting to fall 
Cool drops kiss my cheek 
Nature’s spirits forever speak ~

                                          


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Simplicity's Gifts

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


Details | Didactic | |

Internal Image

negativity peel away layers behold emptiness ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ © Joseph, May 15, 2009 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~ Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine; Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran. ~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~


Details | Couplet | |

The Homeplace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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Dawning

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Crimson Sky

There’s scarlet within the warm sky tonight A crimson feel that envelopes alright I love the sight of every form of red Yellow seeps in with orange that bled World moves effortlessly along with this The colors of majestic times you wish I see the sky this dusk with awe and glee Seemingly to make me complete and free A crimson sky beams with peace and delight Sun dips into the ground and out of sight Birds recognize this beauty and dips down Reaches in the heart of the glow around Tranquil with love through the entry parlor The sky is filled with an awesome color
Russell Sivey Contest: CRIMSON SKY old/new peom Sponsor: S. K. A. T. 5/12/2013


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Pulse

One moist patch, like dewy grass,
surrounded by a field of weeds,
emerges first and breathes at last, 
through openings, the air it needs.
Cut off from, and cut off of;
counting on, and counting in;
from down below, to up above - 
A smack on tender, crimson skin.
	There is a pulse.

One spring bud, like seedling stems,
surrounded by a garden wall,
is standing out from all of them, 
despite the fact, they're just as tall.
And though the bud has not yet grown,
the soil and the water see
more than just the seed they've sewn.
They see the flower it will be.
	There is a pulse.

One tall stem, like climbing vines,
surrounded by its petals' plumes,
shares its elegant designs,
and stretches as it blooms.
And when the wind begins to call,
the flower spreads it's pollen 'round.
It falls in love, and loves in fall,
and falling love renews the ground.
	There is a pulse.


Details | Pantoum | |

Ever Turning Circle

In winter’s white, as angels cry
for early spring to warm the wind,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned.

For early spring to warm the wind,
at Valentine’s romantic calls,
in love, the bitter frost has thinned,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls.

At Valentine’s romantic calls,
rebirth of nature’s light divine,
where dancers twirl amid stone walls,
and blossoms pastel shades recline.

Rebirth of nature’s light divine,
when day equals the hours of night,
and blossoms pastel shades recline,
to hail the queen of May in light.

When day equals the hours of night,
a summer’s sun will come to play,
to hail the queen of May in light,
we chant and sing along the way.

A summer’s sun will come to play,
so life can grow as gods decreed,
we chant and sing along the way,
with warmth and light our hunger feed.

So life can grow as gods decreed,
the rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
with warmth and light our hunger feed,
the wealth of harvest is our own.

The rays of sun on seeds we’ve sown,
in autumn breeze that chills the heat,
the wealth of harvest is our own,
as gold and red belies our feet.

In autumn breeze that chills the heat,
a year that ends with blessed Samhain,
as gold and red belies our feet,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign.

A year that ends with blessed Samhain,
to bring to life with gentle sigh,
the call of Ancient’s name to reign,
in winter’s white, as angels cry.


Details | Rhyme | |

Mine Eyes Lied

Looking out the kitchen window
What is that mine eyes see
Pale Pink Running Rosebud looking at me
Let me look close at a miracle spied
Oh! White bleached dead leaf 
How mine eyes have lied


Details | Free verse | |

Trust Life

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


Details | Couplet | |

The Mountain Speaks

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

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


Details | Tanka | |

Rain Trickles

Rain slowly trickles Dribbles from blue asphalt roof Wets ink 'pon page "Twas dry dull work written by The old poet as tears did flow
For Jimbo


Details | Rhyme | |

PLUTO'S TREASURE

Golden objects are most outstanding,

But without loving, they are missing flavor.

But let’s not forget stunning silver,

That the maid often loves to savor.

And brilliant copper, with its rosy sheen,

That every craftsman should well know.

But cold iron, as Kipling likes to say,

From all of these, takes the show.

Not mentioned yet, but not to be overlooked,

Is platinum, our bright and lustrous pal.

Thought to be impure for thousands of years,

But now more valuable than them all.


    


Details | Epigram | |

NATURE

NATURE


Nature:
Conglomeration of unbounded energy into matter
Under 
The auspices of paramount universal Logos 
That
The harmonious coexistence of opposite forces 
Established
By 
Masterfully choreographing it with the help
Of 
The infallible divine will 
And 
Painstakingly interwoven with the assistance
Of 
Mighty space and time!  


© Demetrios Trifiatis Infinite
  12 OCTOBER 2013 







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Bright Birds

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


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A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them in the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also a marine habitat that proliferate at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The fresh water flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling ecological cycle literally affect food chain
Stripping resistant from their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look are dying birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by: Team PoetrySoup


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When Sheep Collide

'Tis strange where we should get the notion
That poetry expressed in motion
Should within the human form reside.
When nature gives us many chances
Unpractised and ephemeral dances
Like in a muddy field when sheep collide

Truth is, that nature's not so humble
And doesn't mind the dancer's stumble
There's nothing that it ever seeks to hide
Uncaring it leaves all revealed
And is not shamed if one small field
Has crazy sheep and one long muddy slide

They're mad, they're bad, they're having fun
Those naughty sheep and every one
Is doing what convention has denied
The hillside's muddy, wet and slick
With crazy sheepies sliding quick
Down to the bottom, down where sheep collide.

Many count good nature's fare
The birdsong and the country air
Among the wonders of the countryside
But strange delight can yet be found
In woolly bodies sliding round
A simple muddy field where sheep collide.

While nature guides celestial spheres
In cosmic dances, it appears,
With majesty the earthborn are denied
Down far beneath in mud and grass
A sheep slides on its woolly a***:
A sense of fun, though not a sense of pride.


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'Rainbow Chaser'



Occasionally I can only see half of it when I am lucky I get to see at least two they always make me smile remembering what they mean to you now all grown up they make me feel loved that is my own little reminder of God's love for me To Nikko I am the rainbow chaser 'cause I know she loves them too But she rarely gets to lay eyes on them so whenever I spot a rainbow I would snap a pic and send it off to her knowing that with my meager gesture I get to spread some cheer Here’s to Arild and his sliding rainbow and to Michael who gets lost in his I have some pretty good reasons to embrace them even more their sizes may vary the colors sometimes strange Guess what? They are still a blessing with or without that pot of gold *Inspired by MJF and Arild’s rainbow poems*
©210920121010


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On the Ocean Waves


Echoing seas rise, 
I settle in for the eve
on a boat of memories.
I float parallel 
to the perilous breaking
of tides, crashing near the shore.
Unaware of risk,
I dream under starlit sky,
reflections of yesteryear. 
Joyful days of youth
sparkle on the ocean waves
embracing me with their glow.  
Rocked by endless sea,
each wave is a mystery
bearing life and aged secrets.
Divulging desires
and nature's rhythm of truth
into the depths of my soul.
Ev'ry starlit night,  
you will find me here.
I am free, one with the sea.


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 29, 2012
for On the Ocean Waves Contest (Francine Roberts) 


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Deaf and Gone

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

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


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A Walk on the Beach

Morning breaks in cheerful warm brilliance,
pale sapphire sky pristine.
Grey-white gulls glide vociferously above
in search of firma bound fare.
Reflections of Sol’s arms vault from the sea,
smooth but for zephyr stroked folds;
pure, sugar white sand kissed softly
by persistent waves subtle roll.
Soft ghosts of tepid breeze course random,
sensually caressing what be;
long thin-bladed grasses sway lightly
in synchrony and shameless delight.

With bonnet in hand an aged woman strolls 
beside the vast Gulf of blue; 
damp, firm sand squeaks soothingly
against the soles of her tired bare feet.
Her large eyes of brown focus ahead,
bear no witness to her days and shine;
fine flowing hair of luminous white 
draped over shoulders so slight.
A pause, though brief, in quiet reflection,
her gaze upon the distant view
and mind in stoic reminiscence
of past friends and loves and wonder.

His strong arms hold her close tightly,
warmth of body and soul unite,
while gaiety in unbound laughter
disclose love once again renewed.
A tender brush of hand upon cheek
raises fiery passion in both,
as excited young eyes meet in ardor
essence link in eternal embrace.
One warm briny tear born of these thoughts
streams slowly down her cheek,
she slowly walks on as sand squeaks soothingly
against the soles of her tired bare feet.


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A Soul Awakened

She is the muse to her own sorrow; She is the digger of her grave. She is the painter of her ocean view and every fatal wave. She is the shadow of her Father; She is the darkness in your sight. She is the night without the stars surrounding pale moonlight. She is the music with no words; She is sweet love without the reason. She is your dreamer with submission cold by warmth with every season. She is your pet with cold intentions; She is your baby scared and shaken. She is the bold and pure- the lost and found, She is a soul awakened.


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Allowance

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


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a cold winter's breath

a cold winter’s breath freezing limbs in the bare woods --- bone chilled finger points
Russell Sivey NOTE: I really like this poem, one of my favorites! Submitted: 2/17/2012 CONTEST BY: Juxtaposition Haiku SPONSOR : Charles Henderson Entrant into PD's "Only #1 poems... For #1 contest winners only.." contest 3/3/2012


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Oceanic wisdom

16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS) 

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning galore.
There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me,
Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free.

Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone,
Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown.
And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down,
Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around.

Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat,
Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat.
The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me,
A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays.

On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand,
And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand.
The stars, planets and the moon up above,
Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now……

The sand was my warm bed at night,
The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight.
Spirits look down on me from all round and up above,
Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love.

I felt I was in paradise that night,
Under the moon shining bright,
And then opened, the flood gates of my mind,
Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined.

And then my mind’s canvas filled with tone tint and hues
With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse.

Stop leaving and you will arrive,
Or else joys of innocence you will deprive….


Stop searching and you will see,
Don’t hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free…

Stop running away and you will be found,
What goes around comes around..

I struggle no more,
I live my moments without hate and abhor.
I walk freely and can now attract,
That to me which was absolutely abstract.
For in me has now absolutely dissolved,
The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved.

To the next level evolved

i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read


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Bright Geen Land

Up the rolling hills As much green as one can see Meeting with blue sky As colors swirl together Beauty expressed with its heart The greatest green grass Displaying color outside On the brightest fields A gorgeous feel about it A love on the ground below The hills move around Where the sky fills, up above A cyan blue shown Mixed perfectly with the green Of the wondrous grass pronounced The greenery here In this harmonious land Brightens the dreary A happy day is brought forth From this delightful green place
Russell Sivey


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under the same umbrella


rain brings us
under the same umbrella---
quarrelling


++++++++++++++++

By:kash poet


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A Sand Dune Says To The Wind

A sand-dune says to the wind that moves Softly, passing him-by: ''Take me with thee, through valleys and groves Whence birds frolick and fly; Deep into a land of rain and snow, Is where I'd rather go, For this place holds no charm and I say, I'm wont to fly away...'' Hearing which, the whirl-wind lifts Herself to swiftly glide, Whilst in fear, the sand-dune shifts, Seeking somewhere to hide: But before another gust, like a child feeling quite lost, Is strewn about the sullen land by the one he did accost....


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MOBILITY OF THE SUN

My Lord, you are the Poet,
Who notes me with thy strong hands.
I can only aspire to know it 
And extend thy word to all known lands.

You have set in me for the sun
A tabernacle for his regal throne,
From which he arises for his daily run
Throughout heaven's every zone.

Each morn I await his excellent ascent.
Onward with his golden lamp of God,
He begins at one end of the firmament
And runs on with the light of Aaron's rod.


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Black Diamond Night

Black Diamond Night

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

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

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

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

Brenda  Molmod  Atry  8/14/2012


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Rites Of Passage



lllllllllllllllllllll I haste not I fear not in harmonious cries, I plead where flight has called this mighty warrior red paint upon my cheek O cleansing smoke of wild grass high of resin and sacred bead a vision has taken this warrior's cry anon, to capture a dream I crawl through gates to reach the ledge where spirit and smoke arise and pluck the painted Northern Flora and gaze through Savanna's eyes ^^^^^^^


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Learning To Fly Again

Voice of Scandinavia
(learning to fly again)

In the twilight hour
Blue mountain range
Changing to dark giants

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

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

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

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


A. Ertsland
June 29th 2012

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


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A Wolf Pack

First we have the Alphas
They're the ones that lead the pack
When something happens they're the ones that act
That's what alphas do

Next we have to Betas
They're the second in command
Other than the alphas all wolves they can demand
That's what betas do

Third we have the leader pups
They take over for their parents if anything happened
And the pack lines tehy extend
That's what the leader pups do

Last we have other pack members
They take the jobs that the leaders don't
They take jobs like babysitter that other's won't
That's what members do

Wolf packs can have many members
They are usually all friends
All taking care of each other
Because that's what wolf packs do


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Peridot Renewal

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


Details | Quatrain | |

Flower Petals in the Wind

Though it seems like petals fell by the wind But actually the flower pushed them out One by one they would fall from the flower But somehow the wind seemed to know no doubt Soon as the petals came loose the wind blew Carried them far in the air, so privileged But the flower held firm to those last few It wasn’t letting the wind gain leverage But as the petals came loose, and wind blows Petals would dance a special loving dance Sometimes two would intertwine twice as strong Flowing was second nature like a trance Powers of the flower outweigh the wind But the petals when free get a joy ride No matter the petal, wind will get you Free to flow down, nature you must abide
Russell Sivey Entrant into Gail Angel Doyle's "Petals In The Wind" contest 1/19/2013


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Night Breeze

Gazing at the stars
in a beautiful night sky,
she feels the silent wind
slowly passing by.

As the cool gentle breeze
caresses her skin,
it ruffles her dress
again and again.

As the waves from the ocean
cover the sand,
the wind sways her hair
as she brushes it with her hand.

She stands with a smile
in the light of the moon,
hoping the breeze
will come back soon.


Copyright 2007 INSIGHTS by R. A. Jones - Published by Publish America


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Daytime's Demeanor

Free verse to Rhyme Royal

Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the water is,
glass still, an indigo mirror.
Shyly it reflects each hill, each lofty palm,
a soft collage of orange clouds.

Time now, to summon thoughts, delineate them,
confess faults, spill forth, a profusion
of memories, immersed in reverie.

Slowly, as clouds disperse, the day begins to pulse.
As ripples, eventually distort the river
I stir, myself.

Time now, for me to assume, day-time’s demeanor.
Like any cloud or tree, be buffered
by whatever comes along.

 Suzanne Delaney




Daytime’s Demeanor

This morning the river is glassy-still.
Its surface a collage of orange clouds,
of lofty palms, and every nearby hill.
And I, immersed in reverie away from crowds
Summon thoughts, confessing faults, to spill
a profusion of reflected memories
Mirrored to de-lineate in reverie.

As day begins to pulse and clouds disperse
Ripples from unruly winds distort the river
I stir myself, day’s journey to traverse
Preparing for what day's events are likely to deliver
Like any cloud or tree that Nature buffers
No longer to remain a simple  dreamer
Time now to wrap myself in Daytime’s Demeanor.

Suzanne Delaney


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Memories etched in the sand

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

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

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

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


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Moonlight Shadow

Once upon a gloomy night
Stars and fireflies a bit apart
Moonlight shadow so bright.

Mysterious figures appeared before my eyes
Oh I can't imagine I was staring with chills
It was the first time I witnessed those apparitions

What an experience to be treasured
It changed my life, dreams, and mind
Even today the vision still vivid.


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death's breath is warm

death’s breath is warm a welcome reprieve in the winter of life
Sponsor: Charles Henderson Contest Name: HAIKU 101 FOR NEWBIES TO HAIKU AND/OR POETRY SOUP CONTESTS


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'Ingrained'



Trees are ingrained
  they withstand tough conditions 
    to provide cover

Though we don’t always nurture them 
   they just keep on toiling
     because God saw it fit
        to add them to the realm 

Imagine if we were the trees 
  the way we react to situations, 
     adverse times and things

Would we be able to stand and toil? 
  Like those embedded trees?


©230820121420


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Pretty orchids

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


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A Rattlesnake In Georgia

Haiku one of my first poems on soup
rattlesnake Georgia rattlesnake venomous dangerous foe hidden in garden
A Rattlesnake In Georgia Metamorph Revision To the herb garden meandered Some squash needed picking Gloved hands and a six inch long blade No thoughts of snake sticking Rockie our Rat Terrier pet Jumped 'pon retainer wall Then back down as fast as lightning The snake did forward crawl Putting some herbs in the basket. Out of corner of eye Something in a flash moved 'Twas a snake going by Looked like a rat snake mixed in straw "Twas a Copperhead then Sticking him with my blade so hard He crawled off, coiled just when I thought I had him conquered_ he Rattled, raised up, fangs showed Backing off out of reach, gave thought When he dropped, my blade goad He crawled off injured; Hope he died I didn't want him to strike At unprepared family member Enemy still dislike Inspired by: Debbie Guzzi Contest: Metamorph The form is similar to Quatrain but not exactly. It is a form used by Emily Dickinson in many of her poems. It is a type of Poulter's measure. It is 8,6,8,6 with the six rhyming. Verse is a stanza of a poem so these are stanzas or I can change it to Quatrain..


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A Feast For My Eyes

While taking a well-earned break
Enjoying the warmth of a sunny day
Feel the soft breeze brush against your face
Catch a glimpse of life renewing itself
Budding flowers, trees and the constant chirp
Of new born chicks tucked in their nests
I am grateful for all these simple things
Another day given with eyes to behold
These magical beauties of God's creation
A feast for my soul and eyes each spring

~*~


Details | Alliteration | |

' The Moon's Pilgrimage ... '

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …


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Birds Of A Feather

At night the Whip-Poor-Will sings
A frantic lover's tune Whip-Poor-Will Whip-Poor-Wil
At dawn the Dove's coo coo _soft peace surely brings
Then the Roosters in their chorus appeal
Singing a tune that is slightly shrill

As the gray clouds amass like sand 'pon the beach
Birds sing unrehearsed a tune destined at birth
Each one their own melody a treat
'Tis a delight, laughter, and mirth
To most residence of this great earth

But when the Owl's hoot is heard
A name he calls tells of coming woe
Please sing a song lovely Catbird
Not you Owl with your death bow
Awake me soft cooing Dove tell me its not so
  

Inspired by Francine Robert's contest
Whimsy in English Quintain
Birds topic chosen
Written this Fourteenth day of April 2013


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Summer Scent

Summer scent is the smell of freedom
where we can escape the flavor of boredom
so we plan to have our vacation on the beach
where we can relax and fresh air is within our reach

The warm wind tenderly embraced my spirit
I felt excited on this first visit
on an island where refugees can find paradise
an island where spending time is wise

The dulcet breeze gently kisses lush green trees
and the mirthful sun smiles over the vast seas 
Where surfers play with gigantic waves
and are not certain on what road it paves

The fluffy clouds are smoothly sailing 
the birds are singing and harmoniously dancing
There are butterflies that are colorful in hue
like enchanted fairies changing colors from pink to blue

I need my sun block, it's time for swimming
the tables are full because later we're all eating
Ladies are smiling to many cool surfer dudes
Children are hungry seeing delicious exotic foods

I picked a shell that whispered peacefully in my ears
and we built castles that we fancied over the years
out of the small grains of white sands
and all you need is helping hands

God was really great in creating splendid wonders
that were loved by all especially the nature lovers
There are numerous oceans that are aquamarine
and abundant trees and grasses that are green

The brother sun was slowly hiding
because the sister moon was coming
I guess it was our time to pack
but there will come a time for us to go back

Go back to a place of leisure and freedom
where you'll not taste the flavor of boredom
It would be hard for us to say goodbye
because truly we will come back and say Hi!


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THE BARBARIAN

THE BARBARIAN


Oh Nature,
How much your language of harmony would I 
Love to learn

So as

A barbarian in the midst of your celestial design to 
Remain no more! 

 
© Demetriios Trifiatis
   18 OCTOMBER 2013


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One Moment In Time

Along the California Orange Blossom sunset in freedom's flight of solitude and praise soaring amid the souls of many wonders a Red Tail Hawk silently searching splendor veers east in subtle majesty as twilight calls the day....


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Suzie Haus

I had a horse named Suzie Haus when I was twenty-one.
I had wanted her since I was seven, the waiting was finally done.
She was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, in the World up to that day.
And forever in my memory her beauty will continue to stay.
A painted mare with a black mane and tail, then brown over white.
She became the best friend I’d ever have, you might say we were tight.
I fed her every morning, as I talked to her as I cleaned out her stall.
Then every night I did the same, plus cleaned four hooves all.
I brushed her to a shine, I was so proud of her each day.
Then with a saddle, reins, and me…we were on our way.
The stable was near a river, on top a great big bluff.
A dirt road shadowed with trees allowed us to strut our stuff.
As we danced down the road, the lightening bugs rejoiced.
And gentle breezes touched us, giving the leaves their voice.
Then peace would settle round us, as off to trails we would sashay.
This was the stuff that dreams were made of, and I had it every day.
Birds could be heard throughout the woods, the serenade complete.
I saw the river far below, and the sky with clouds of fluff so sweet.
Sometimes we were with others, but most often we were alone.
But it didn’t really matter, for we always knew the way home.
As we turned to go down the bluff, the river urged us to come below.
Deer danced on the land beneath, in the fields a buck and does.
The gentle angle to the floor below, allowed us to mingle in.
They let us close within a few feet, they thought Suzie was a friend.
At the river the blue sky with a reddish sunset had lite everything aglow.
Soon river barges came floating by, and it was quite a show.
Fishermen sat there minding their peace, until the moon began to glow.
The moon twinkling on the river below, was always beautiful and clear.
We’d talk a while, and breathe so deep, the air had a different flavor here.
Once I met a young man looking for inspiration to write a song.
At that time it began to rain so I helped him quickly get where he belonged.
He thanked me profusely, as he made it to his car.
I had helped him save his love, a very beloved old guitar.
From inside his car he played a song he’d written, while he had been there.
I sat upon Suzie beneath a canopy of trees, that sheltered me, I swear. 
Finally the rain and song were done, my serenade complete.
Then I rode off back to home, later achieving more memories and gentle treats.


Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






Details | Pantoum | |

Serenity

 

As a peaceful wind pushed long and free
simple love had arrived in perfect time
with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley
a seed of love took flight in summer winds  free

simple love had arrived in perfect time
as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light
a seed of love took flight in summer winds free
Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me

as I lay naked upon ancient rocks of graceful light
with a song of jubilation rolling pure through the valley
Gods grace in delicate strokes touched me
as a peaceful wind pushed long and free 




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Poucha Dass Meditation

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


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Ephemeral

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


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


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A Blind Moment Of True Sight

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

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

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


Details | Burlesque | |

THE CLEVERNESS OF THAT YOUNG TRAVELER

Once his brown alpargata shoes trod countless miles,
imagination burst from his vivid, traveler's eyes...
He traversed valleys leading to azure mountains,
and heard a chant sung with vivacious tones.


Like the invaders of the past that built sturdy castles
on rugged hills, he intruded in those ghostly places...
expecting swift lancers with fierce glances ready to attack him,
or take him prisoner and toss him in a dungeon completely dim.


But with his slick tongue, he would kindly ask for a fair trail
and be scolded by the drunken King with the fattest tummy
to explain with a few words his intrusion in that well-guarded territory;
and looking so young and innocent, his plan for deception wouldn't fail!


" Oh, mighty Frederick II...I come in peace and as a conquered native,
I would bow in admiration to be of service to your kingdom,
which extends from Naples to Sicily, your mercy is imperative...
may your soldiers unlock these heavy chains that make me lame!"  



The Norman King with the bluest eyes ordered the knights 
to free him and waited for words to flow from his mouth with dry lips, " My great
 King, I have grown grapes that are so juicy to eat with bread and they make
the most delicious wine to bring merriment to your festive nights!"


" Where's this region you mention with such wonder and delirium?"
With red-inflamed pupils, King Frederick II asked him. And he traveler's deep voice
vibrated with loud excitement , " Into the valley of Baianum!"
" Let me out of this castle and I will show the purple grapes of a farmer's choice!"


" Let him loose!" ordered the tall, fair king. " Give him the fastest  horse,
and let him bring me proof of his finding!" The soldiers obeyed with reluctance,
but little trust they showed in him: they assumed he was another well-paid jester,
who performed his comedy well...they knew the cleverness of that young traveler! 


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Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Details | Haiku | |

shooting star

shooting star -
in a wishful prayer
he folds wrinkled hands


Details | Tanka | |

Castle In The Sand

Castle In The Sand


Waves besiege the shore
As crashing long lost lovers--
Lonely lions roar--
Salty cling of sultry air
Glistens as sunlight weakens...

Latte-coloured sand
Reveals waving fiddler crab
The male--his Huge hand--
Tempting females to his lair,
His deep castle in the sand.

~by deborah burch©
5/14/2012

*Note: the fiddler crab
they mate every two weeks...the male stands outside his two-foot deep elaborate burrow in the sand (castle) and waves his very enlarged claw enticing all females who pass by...when one shows interest, she stops for a second or two...stares at him...and he goes in to his castle, comes out and repeats this a few times until she makes up her mind....lol...once he has convinced a female, he seals the door to his castle, and there they stay...well, for a while...lol...db


Details | Free verse | |

Be Still

Be Still.......

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

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

© Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012 


Details | Free verse | |

The Season is changing

The Season is changing


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

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

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

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

Ravindra

Kanpur India 5th Sept. 2010

* Koyal.    A singing bird of India like nightingale.
  

  


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

She, Of The Cosmic Essence
Aware Of A Power
Aware Of A Presence
And Aware Of The Need For Our
Desire To Rise Higher
… and Higher
To Our Optimum Height
Patricia … You Are Like The Alaskan Lights
Those Northern Flares and Colors In Cold Night 
Floating Dreams, So Mesmerizing
Patricia, Brings It To Her Poetic Themes
Such Are The Verses She Shares To View
And Reading Them, She's Showing You
Her Cosmic Essence Insight
Oh Patricia, You’re An Alaskan Light …
So, Keep Reaching, Keep Speaking … and Write !


For The Girl, Who Shared A Comfy, Snug Book Read
On One Of Her Snowy Days … (Via Her Poem- ‘Autumn’s Passing’ 
Also - Your Poem ‘Journey’ is One)
See … It Brought Back Some Wonderful Memories To Me …

                   Your Poet-Friend,
         
                           The  MoonBee


Details | Senryu | |

' Raul Moreno, Poet - Sensei ... ' 56th Senryu

‘ Raul Moreno, Poet- Sen•sei … ’   56th  Senryu


   Like Marco Polo
Haiku Master, Moreno
Explores Nature’s Show


From Magnanimous Me (he! he!)  (LOL)
             Love Your Poetry, 
        Your Poet-Pal, MoonBee


Details | Haiku | |

Chorus

One little flower
Nods in the delicate breeze
As the crickets hum


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

Imagine lakes of dreams 
Blood contained streams
Imagine oceans that behold undiscovered beings
Imagine human life depended off of cheers and games
Man design’s umbrellas
And eventually would play a part in acid rain
Imagine not wanting to smell another rose 
Or touch another soul 
Because of despair and shame
Imagine in the mist of your demise
You have the passion to rejoice and sing
Imagine driving pass shattered glass
The interior  is soaked with blood stains
Your mind can't comprehend the fact 
that it's a dead family in the next lane
Imagine dreaming for freedom
As a result by your neck you hang
Imagine for the sake of progress 
You whip a man on his back and call him a slave.
Rage, Pain, Fortune, and fame
You don't have to imagine this 
Because that's what life brings.


Details | Rhyme | |

BACK TO ORIGIN

People are commonly different
Symbol of diversity piece
Pure race doesn’t exists

Color and creed are just an identity
Believe only in human history
God sculptured them from clay

People are equally created
Having many opposites
But respecting others taste

When everyone is treated equal
Nothing appears but peace in hand
Discrimination, disunity and, suffering won’t be born anymore

Written to advocate to suppress racism
Bandar Sandakan, Sabah, Malaysia
10:30-11:00 am, November 13. 07, Tuesday


Details | Rhyme | |

My mother, my earth.

Into the light I see,
with rays in clouds and warmth in me.
Brittle is the air around,
no voice is there, nor sweeter sound.

Within my scars and broken back,
there are my kin, there love I lack.
The oceans turn, therefore I weep,
Is it truly my tears to keep?

Now the mountains begin to fall,
like sand and dust to death they call.
I hear my children bleed and cry,
there bellies thirst and almost dry.

Some will seat and eat there fill,
"lets help them now, so now we will!
His mother would find pride within,
a pretty thing this life of sin.

Alas, my days are almost through,
my breath, my flesh and heart is too.
Let this be my final song,
for war alone is for the strong.

Into the night I see,
is there still love left for me?


Details | Rhyme | |

Trumpet Call

My heart is the same full of love
     My house that shelters it full of pain
But it's autumn in my life, Dove
      The hair of gray and wrinkles reign

I set the table full of food
        For the family to dine fun times
But it is autumn in my life
       When changes prepare for winter

I'm not sure I'll know winter now
        For I have not experienced it
But it's autumn in my life somehow
        Where beauty glows bright from the depths

Producing leaves of many hues
       Love the autumn of my life, Dove
Now all that's left winter's white snow
        I think that when winter comes cold

Plants freeze if left out in weather
      They will need a warmer place inside
But since it is just autumn now
       There's time to prepare room somehow

I still watch the birds from window
       They have not all gone away love
But it's autumn in my life now
        Soon most will be gone for winter

Winter soon will approach with cold
       Seemingly death of the roses
But it's autumn in my life my bold
       There are few thoughts of approaching winter

But when winter comes my way
        The body rest to rise another spring
Now it's autumn in my life this day
         On another day I'll be called by trumpet away


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Acrostic | |

The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.


Details | Limerick | |

Don't Disturb The Hive

Run, jump, scream, duck, dodge and leap 
Try to stay on your running feet 
Honey in the hive 
The bees are alive 
Run, jump, scream, don't fall and leap!


Details | Free verse | |

in memory of a rose

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

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

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

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



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


Details | Rengay | |

a weathervane

a weathervane still points east 'pon gray ancient barn... fall's air rust tractors the vain weathervane speaks east and rust grows though no one knows rusty John Deere sits outside engine deep in grass... bucks face off for fight the leaves are falling revealing the trees fractures fall air thrust factors crimson, gold, and red leaves fall farm lake ~ mural of the scene John Deere the artist tractors in the grass like clouds wearing the weather
Rengay Collaboration between Poet # 1 and Poet # 2 Poet # One, 1, 3, 5 Poet # Two...2, 4, 6


Details | Free verse | |

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

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


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring's Budding Romance


Lovely hued flowers adorn my sills, painting over winter's gloom Budding blossoms, an abundant gift from earth's lavish garden Spring has arrived in splendor; she is fully clad in fragrant bloom An array of vivid petals wave to greet me through my open curtain A banquet for my eyes until the azure skies gallantly darken Fresh green scapes boldly beckon with promise of sunlit strolls Winter's slumber has contained all of my audacious desires The thaw of spring awakens passions welling in my soul Brilliant butterflies flutter, pristine snowflakes try to aspire As spring's budding romance is displayed, winter has expired Melodies enchant the barren forests as leaves sprout in song Trees sway to spring's beautiful music and burst with creation Robin's nest caresses bright blue eggs on branches thick and strong Graceful wings dance on the golden horizon, birds sing in elation Nature embraced by the sun and earth, spring's miraculous sensation
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Ninth place in English Quintain A Spring Day contest (Francine Roberts) By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 4, 2012 for Francine Robert's english quintain, a spring day contest Ninth place


Details | I do not know? | |

Cleansing Rain

Come forth O falling watery purifier
Fall down upon me
Cleanse me of my sins
Make pure,make me clean

Wash away my earthly desires
My crimes of the flesh
Douse this burning yet corrupted fire
Wash away the Greed,lust,and all the rest

O Wondrous God
He who resides
In his kingdom in the sky
Please hear my cry

Send forth the rain
Call forth the rain
To rain down on the earth
To wash away all the burdens and the pain

To drown the suffering
The tears and sorrows of yesterday
To call forth
The radiant sun on the next day

Can hear me world
To all men and women
Little boys and girls
The rain has stopped
Becasue it has cleanse the world


Details | Haiku | |

Rendezvous

As the honeybee
Drifts from flower to flower
Another joins it


Details | Acrostic | |

SEASONS

Springing and bounding like a lamb 
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.

Shimmering heat waves swim and rise, 
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?” 
Remembering winter--bring it again.

Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast 
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons, 
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.

White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.


Details | Narrative | |

A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Tree for Life


     Have you ever really looked at a tree?
     Have you ever thought of the ancient roots,
     Those that support it ... to behold its majesty?
     The boughs and limbs carry leaves oh, so green,
     We are again reminded of God's handiwork,
     When we see the budding exuberance ... come the early spring.
      They make us mindful of beauty by their quiet repose,
      They are willowy, and shade us from the harsh summer sun,
      Beneath their gentle sways ... we rest comfortably below.
      Fall ages them and their greens turn to brown.
      As winter's cold blasts blow upon them,
      Do we ever feel their plight ... as their leaves tumble down?
      
      Families are a personal and spiritual tree.
      Their ancient roots so long ago planted, 
      Grow in size and shape and form ... in gifted majesty!
      Generations of limbs and boughs support the child leaves, 
      In every new face God's handiwork,
      Radiant in the splendor of life ... each one of us receives.
      Time slowly ages each one to their own event,
      While we who remain here grow and love,
      Still remembering those whose winter ... we could not prevent.
      It is the strength of their memories we add to our own,
      They give us the values, insights, and perspective,
      Which we in turn pass on ... to the seeds we have sown.


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Sorry

a single white rose
given to the one you want -
apoligized to


Details | Rhyme | |

As You Who Had No Toil

The rosebud has little to do
Just drink its fill of waters
From the strong sturdy vine that's true
Kissed by dew that matters

And enjoy the kiss of sunlight
Upon woven petals
Open  little each day that's bright
Sun radiant aerials

When opened sufficient indeed
Host a party to bees
Butterflies who on nectar feed
Won't even run from me

Like they are glued to your nectar
Petals are to full extent
Begin to fall of your vector
When petals gone your scent

On petals linger to be stored
In jar_ pressed for oil
Then I would want to be used
As you who had no toil


Details | Cinqku | |

Instilled

Cold 
Winter morn
Hoars frost upon
Star Magnolia shivers
Sun's up

Buds
Begin to set
Undaunted by 
The ice, snow, wind.. has hope
Spring comes


Details | Haiku | |

Sacred Well

A shaft produces...
water of life, which one must
protect like the rocks


Details | Rhyme | |

Myth of Mother Earth

Is there really a mother of earth 
watching over us 
keeping things in line
I think there used to be 
but she got tired of getting spit on 
now she sits up on her cloud
high above and waits 
for us to tear each other apart
and seal our evil fates
she wonders why we disgrace her lands
like monkeys in a rage
she thinks we ought to be locked up
no need for lock and key trapped inside
to burn forever at an intolerable degree
never the less we shall live on 
reeking havoc upon this earth
she'll stay perched upon her cloud 
until the crushing blows we throw 
send her beloved planet into a rebirth

Myth, Mythos, & Mythical Characters Poetry Contest
by: Virginia Frayer


Details | Rhyme | |

Just For You

Heavy steel blue clouds dominate 
The morning sky before day
A cool but dampness fills the air
Out on the porch to stay

A short while to enjoy the view
Before the sun rise red
To hear the crickets sing their tune
And roosters' song some dread

A Cardinal chirps to his mate
Songs of love at daybreak
Magenta coats horizon's clouds
Beautiful ~ no mistake

The Master Artist strokes earth's canvas
With colors of his design
Man can try to duplicate them
Given a lifespan of time

Beauty for just a few minutes
Then swish nature's scene's changed
Cobalt blue clouds hang suspended
As fog floats 'pon the range  

Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Contest: Submit A Poem, Any Theme ((In The Moment))


Details | Verse | |

The Spiral of Design


sacred life… mortal as a seashell cradled and designed by divine hands swept by tides over the waves of chance phosphorescence under tender skies hidden souls within a spiral core with lore of an ocean at thy breast soft landings upon the shoals of time 'till nestled in the palm of God’s hand
~~~~~~~~~~ For Nette's Contest: "Parallelogram De Crystalline" By Carrie Richards 2/29/12


Details | Rhyme | |

Lifting the Shroud

The foggy morn
covered like a bride,
her sacred vows not sworn,
her secrets still hidden,
though obscurely seen -
beauty is born.


Craig Cornish Sep. 22, 2013 for Nette's Poem of Compression Contest


Details | Tanka | |

This lonely little hovel

The grainy half dusk, 
when the sun gives her last wink.
Hours spent in thought 
to leave the safe sanctity.
This lonely little hovel


Details | Haiku | |

haiku string 1

a frozen waterfall
melts in slow drips --
my tears fall

sunshine
warms my damp face --
salty traces

the river flows
toward the vast ocean --
dolphins leap
 


Details | Verse | |

Blown By The Wind

  Dandelion
Bright yellow flowers

Its delicate seeds
Blown by the wind

Some teenagers 
Blown by the wind
Landing uncertain

Form: Shanzi


Details | Free verse | |

Refreshing Spring Showers

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

I Wonder

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Buttering Toast For Everyone

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn

A wisp of white cloud
On a breeze, that cools the land
Autumn is soon here


Details | Haiku | |

Shajarat al-Hayah " Prosopis cineraria "

Tree of Life, stands in A place completely free of Water, and survives This unique tree stands alone in the desert, about 2 kilometres (1.2 mi) from the Jebel Dukhan, the highest point in Bahrain. It is considered a Natural Wonder. http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/places.php


Details | Blank verse | |

LEFT BEHIND

As the pleasures of this world overwhelm us
And the sorrows of the land cautions us 
Forget not, we are just passing-by
Just as the wind blows so is life
It is full of joy and dust which sparks in our eyes to reality
Timeless as it may seem
As time bond, it is for real
Man's constant search for peace lies right, in the heart
For true peace, we have no idea of
Though blind we sing songs of sight
For realms we relish deep within
Hoping to grab a portion
The truth of the inner man's passion
To be free and free  in deeds 
Never to be left behind
An act of faith

©Kofi Asokwa-Nkansah


Details | Haiku | |

Summer Haiku


daffodils wilt in summer heat -- a lost friend kite tails fly -- children chase the wind and catch the sun a forgotten swing sways beneath an empty nest -- and ripe, red apples By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012 for ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....???? Contest (Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver )


Details | Free verse | |

A walk with me

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

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




Details | Verse | |

Atop The Mountain

 
_ __ ___ Overwhelmed in webs of silken light with crystal dew dripping beneath each hue of azure, emerald and citrine melt amongst the tree's For worry, has now gone, replaced with colored strands surreal breaths of enchantment, as I reach for felicities hand A soul of liberation, a thought to ponder within.... for my poetic song I have abandoned, to fly silent across the land ___ __ _


Details | Haiku | |

A Place Called Home

On the covered bridge
A bird is building its nest
Hidden by shadows


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

A Night in the City

City nights, Star-less skies
Sprinkles wet, raindrop mist
brushes my arms, my face
tickling my toes with dew.
I hear the drops hit earth,
and, lo, I think of you.

Streetlight-brightened road
Mid-city, train horn.
A dog barks now, then.
Light pitter-patter
of the small shower.

Sky of strange hue:
purplish-blue.
Leaves burdened down,
trees dripping drops.

Porch-light here,
Streetlight there.
Rain descending.

Car drives
slowly.

POW!


Details | Epitaph | |

Golden Locks

Golden Locks

within the minute of retreat your back is tuned to your enemy's chorus
harmonic to your freedom, measured by compassion, anxiously seeking their humanity
thought ascending from stars see's an ounce of mercy surrounded in darkness
a defeated purpose which drove them to the heavens
those who have reserved hope find some place to accept the truth
a test of how far our courage outlast the chaos from all life's passed
mystery's enlightened path never reached the end of suffering
to the likeness of a fumbled method
we could now follow like the atoms of Eve
disconcerted absence to our entrophic eyes
spreading legs like artificial soul
momentarily creators of their own excitement
movement supported by those who think your great
everybody who realizes the dream
shape your reflection and let the background find it's own feet
Apparent peace soon merged with equality
freedom's lark rests on the soles of a war monger's foot
peace showed up in a fresh pair of socks
the talking corps relates a message conspired by his earthy tones
sighting the great spoils and burnt offers of a desired sin
while designs of old are searched for something missing
past events re-invented an old tool of the government this ambiguous wireless chip
lets us say all of thing they can tax and the rest we make it our garden patch


Details | Free verse | |

Night Poem

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

Title: Night Poem


Details | Haiku | |

Tailgate

As the butterfly
Hovers near a peach blossom
Its shadow follows


Details | Villanelle | |

My Heart Decided Long Ago

My heart decided long ago
   That life is for adventures, and
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

Though people told me what to know,
   I'd weather ev'ry reprimand --
My heart decided long ago.

I fought false rhetoric, and so
   Set out across an unknown land,
Where bound'ries flow like rivers flow.

I'd learn from flower, deer, and crow --
   I'd sail the sea -- walk soft, white sand --
My heart decided long ago.

I felt the winds of wisdom blow --
   The breath of Life, and Her command --
That bound'ries flow like rivers flow;

And on Life's river now I row,
   My destiny within my hand;
My heart decided long ago
   That bound'ries flow like rivers flow.


Details | Free verse | |

Fall is a brewing

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

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

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

but no one answers


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Way on High

In days of old and grey sky Everything was darker nigh And the clouds always float high Rains put gloom and sigh
Russell Sivey


Details | Cinquain | |

DAWN

Dawn
Morning light
Now comes rejoicing
The thrill of waking
Daybreak


Details | I do not know? | |

Going Fishing on a Summer Day (Nonet Trilogy)

          Going fishing with a cane pole and
            a can of worms and hooks and a
             bobber too Down at the fish-
             ing hole there stand a might-
               y oak the best place to
                   fish and lie in
                     the shade of
                        the big
                          oak


          Down at the old fishing hole that dad
              and grandpa fished at before
              me is the best place on earth
                   Specially on a hot
                   summers day to fish
                    and swim and lie
                      in the shade
                         of the
                          tree


          Summer is the time for fun Playing
           with friends going swimming and
            fishing at the best place in
             the world is the old swim-
               ming and fishing hole
                It has been there
                   for a hun-
                   dred years
                      FUN


Details | Haiku | |

' Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

           Understanding A
       Metaphysical Moment …
       … Nature’s Mysteries



                 This Haiku is for:
       The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))

                        MoonBee


Details | Blank verse | |

Yard Work

Yard Work

I worked with stern and determined face
attention on the end of the rake
the fresh grass and orange leaves.

Out of the corner of my eye
I saw a small bird huddled 
fixed against the drain pipe, 
its wings tight against its body. 
It didn't stir. 
I bent closer and
saw the milky film over its dark eyes.

A drape of sadness
was thrown callously over my morning.

I buried it quickly and carefully.
Time to take care to scrape away
the sharp rocks and hollow out a little place
deep enough to keep the dogs away and
with such care 
as I chose the final
home for this tiny thing.

It may have been taken away
to make room for another.
While I write this, several
months have passed and my throat
still tightens from the memory.

Sadness and loss is still with me
and with me for all the birds 
that fall
from their nests 
or the sky
every day 
from now until eternity.


Details | Epyllion | |

Torturous Twenty Four.

Forlorn in midnights vastness
Twinkling cousins as patient companions
She covets him
Her blushing glow pacifying the empty night
Descending toward dawn
Anxious Lingering

He will come for her…

Slowly the stars fade out and night dissipates in morning mist
Ocean breezes begin murmuring the promise
Life begins again this new day

He ascends the heavens upon brilliant light
His rending ardor glowing sultry upon her face
Almost becoming one they embrace in chaste love 
Only for the moment before she falls away

Mirroring souls caught in a cyclical lovers dance
Reaching out for the other at dawn and dusk
Losing one another time and again

Forlorn within the midday skies
Gentle clouds and albatross as patient company
He yearns for her
His heavy radiance granting the gifts on the new day
Descending towards twilight
Restless Lingering

She will come for him…


Details | Free verse | |

Free Persimmons (revision)

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

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

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

Don't wake me up.


Details | Haiku | |

Bathing with an Audience

Beyond the dark trees
Robins bathe in the sand
Watched by an eagle


Details | Couplet | |

Eagles {Birds of prey}

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


Details | Haiku | |

Lightning Strikes

lightning strikes
mom's kitty cat
what have I done?


Details | Ballade | |

Pretty Paper Doll

You scowl in anger as I turn to go,
   Your gemstone eyes so full of jealous heat;
You do not understand, and cannot know
   The thoughts that turn my head and guide my feet.
The image which you have is incomplete,
   And so by definition soon will fall.
Your views are suffocating -- obsolete --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

I will not bend my head or stoop down low
   To make myself a mindless slab of meat,
Or let my soul be shaken to and fro
   To lose itself and crouch beneath your seat.
Would you deny my voice to hear the bleat
   Of brainless chatter, just to watch me crawl
To bed and spread my legs beneath your sheet?
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

An ever-changing wind will come and blow
   Through Winter, Spring, and Summer, in the street;
And restless waters will forever flow,
   Their colors cool, their textures smooth and sweet;
Yet you would change the pulsing, throbbing beat
   Of Life and Love, to answer ev'ry call.
Mistakes made in the past, you would repeat --
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.

Your mental boxes, always stacked and neat,
   Have packed my essence up against a wall.
Take care, my love -- this gypsy heart is fleet;
   I will not be your pretty paper doll.


Details | Free verse | |

Touching

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Lizard hunting

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Sonnet | |

A Dawn Duet

Her breathing moves a strand of golden hair
that lays upon her pillow, next to mine, 
yet in this evening birdsongs on the air 
awaken me to listen and recline.

This errant bird, whose song dispatches sleep,
is laughing at a long forgotten jest
or maybe woos a distant mate who, deep
inside her feathered nest, finds better rest.

I watch the window, night begins to fade
and so do I.  As slumber beckons me
I hear a distant answer softly made:
A dawn duet resplendent in our tree.

A single song brings answers in the air
as my beloved sleeps without a care.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Lesson From The Birds

Lying in my hammock, I'm looking at the sky.
No matter what goes on down here, the birds go sailing by.
They don't pay me attention, for I am no concern.
I feel if I watch long enough, there's so much I could learn.

What is it that they're showing me that I have yet to see? 
They fly and soar without a care, just happy to be free.
I guess I'm very lucky to be living as I do.
I have nothing that I yearn for and my bills arn't overdue.


I'll just lie here in my hammock on my front porch in the shade.
I'll thank the birds for showing me that I've really got it made! ! 


Details | Couplet | |

Awed And Amazed

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

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

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

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

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

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

Contest:Chose your theme
Sponsor: Paula Swanson

*Note...Click on About This Poem 
For full enjoyment


Details | Couplet | |

A New Coat Of Paint

There is that barn again
The red peeling paint shouts

Old worn gray tired it says
Memories running track

Back in the fourties when
Youth did reign rule really

When the paint was new red
Dancing and prancing here

Singing joy fiddle plays
Squares were formed to music

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

Well now that tired worn look
Only need new coat_paint


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Pursuit

A clement breeze brushing over skin,
A salty scent breathed deep.
Eyes closed, waves heard below,
A muffled crashing,
A cool, gentle spray.
Eyes open, ebony ocean,
Stippled with touches of moonlight.
Rushing air caressing fingers,
Higher above the water.

A million grains of sand shifting under foot.

Still.


Details | Haiku | |

Insight

Heaven's furry sheep
Grazing the light atmosphere
Bares blue the sky's bloom

Clouds were made to weep
Not paint portraits on blue air
Trees without perfume

The virtual sea
These Jason's sail, hides nothing
Except death's surprise

The eyes graze the deep
Visions of the mind, what fear
Like frosty waves leap

From the hearts dark sea
The wind of thoughts in rags bring
Logic's cold demise

Love should not regret
The fancy of the heart, wing
It, denying death

For clouds' sheep are dreams
Dream's love are clouds, the blue air
With new magic teems 
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Goblins' Dance

Solid cover of morn's damp dew
Looks frosty 'pon mown grass
Jets have traversed the eastern sky
Leaving white streaks where passed

The rising sun has cast some pink
There's sand 'pon the low clouds
A mysterious fog hides the hills
Where goblins gather in crowds  

They roast marshmallows in the night
Play, sing, and dance with glee
Dare the owls to sing who, who, who
At the rising sun flee

Contest: Everything Halloween
Sponsor: Russell Sivey
September 12, 2013



Details | Haiku | |

COUNTRY SCENES-----Haiku

Pastures lush and green,
Horses resting near the pond,
All the land at peace.


Details | Epigram | |

To Gaze Upon A Flower

A flower is a flower,
It cares not the hour;
And man is just a man,
He knows an hour's span.
Unlike the tranquil flower
That graces garden's bower;
He doth never savour 
All an hour's flavour.


Details | Free verse | |

Lemon Drop Licks

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

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


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




Details | I do not know? | |

This is a place to live

the lake sits glassy and smooth
	songbirds of noon
have long since retired
in their place sound shrill chirp
        squawk and croon

faded peach and blue,
diffuse light yet left,
spread their peaceful, off-tint hues
while mortal reds lighten and bloom;
this is a place to die.

unlike the bleach bright White
of a temporary cot and room:
this is a place to be consumed 
by patchwork green,
and the ponderous weight of night

to relax the coil and tangles
of the knotted life I choose;
this is a place to die
		drowse enchanted
lose my sturdy suit and tie.

I will trade for the industrial tomb
these womblike evergreens
to play nursemaid and tray-in
the last cups of clean dusk air
quietly.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Embracing Their Lives

A boy and a girl in love, 
hugging beneath starlit trees, 
like spirits enjoined by God, 
race to forever.

Shadows moving like the wind
decorate the ground with shapes
dancing beneath the moonlight
silhouettes of trees.

Branches twisted together 
awakening the sunlight
sparkling like young lovers
embracing their lives.

© February 20, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


Details | Rhyme | |

Journey of Life

It takes years to create,
Even one considered to be tame.
Still to this date,
There are no two that are the same.
Like a picture show,
That is incomplete.
Destiny in tow,
The journey of life will one day meet.
Throughout this single event,
We will have experiences of both good and bad.
We learn to circumvent,
Then cherish the good times had.
At no time is it ever jaded,
Nor is it fake.
It is never to be evaded,
This is a journey we all must take.


Details | Free verse | |

Soul Walkers

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

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

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


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The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die


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The White Cliffs

Toes curled around the white sharp edge
Head peering over the steep slope
Down down down falls the cliff
Yet up up up soars my hope

The rippling wind, the crashing waves
White foam against white cliffs- so grand
Furthermore a white sky dropping white snow
A white dress, and a white rose in hand


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Imagination

The golden sun over the trees
Radiates its heat early
The Woodpecker tap-tap-tapping
Greets me with sounds burly

Where is his nest housing their young
In the same tree in our yard?
Noisy creatures that they truly are
Is he tapping out a bard

Is it Morse Code tale in Poe's style
Or Frame back for a day
To write poems of her desire
Possibly Hemmingway

Just a minute out on the porch
Imagination wild
Would all the poets meet me there
Or just nurse inner child  


Details | I do not know? | |

I am, I am

As I close my eyes And I think of tomorrow The whole worlds in my thoughts It's my given test to absorb it's sorrow It will know I am here As I am different from others My task is to intake The other of others As to where I am from Only time will allow I have been here before Far from beyond the Plough I am of an age Which is why I am here This Highlander Semaj From a different world sphere Your wars are recorded Far Galaxies know Of your human trait Your histories have shown Only time will tell As your worlds nations progress To do what's right And do what's best From beyond the Plough Lie worlds unknown For you to go there You will have to prove you have grown . http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy-10.php


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Nature's Harmony

By the majestic mountain Are some yellow trees Beautiful in their austere They sway in the breeze Their life sits purely To find a love such as this Nature’s harmony
Russell Sivey


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Dark Love

Shadow tears always drip and emotions live together
Beautiful Birds flying together and hearts are in motion forever
No dim of light can make it fade only our words of pride
Minds are clear and know one can hear because we're from side to side

Hold my hands and express the feeling of both of us becoming 
Never climbing lungs from sweet to goldness honey
Eyes always closed and hearts and tears for our minds to be filled
From heartbeats to laughter and endless disasters our actions are always 
thrilled

Memories hide in a shadowy place for no one in the world to find
Blood flows like endless rivers and our thoughts always combine
Sweetest expressions to forgiving warmth and the whole world fades
Not for no one to realize but our love stays strong in the shade


Details | Free verse | |

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Purest Music

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Mazes

The sun closes in on itself imploding.
Storm clouds clots like cream.
The sky tinged a rancid yellow of dream
raises tornadoes like totems scolding.

A wet haze weeps through the pine trees
furthering the sky’s somber malaise.
Life, a missing actor on the stage,
the rare and ripest red of blood, ceases.

Yet, the bole of trees carved, coalesces to form
the winged memory of bird, man and bear,
letting all of those who have forgotten stare
upon the aged markers of clans long gone.

And so life, death and the day end eternally glazed
making way for rain-bowed hues within the maze. 

Poet: D. Guzzi
Date: 8/13/11 


Details | Verse | |

Swallows In The Fog

Moisture coated chair and table
     Silvery fog everywhere
Birds sing happily 'pon wet limbs
     A few fly in thick air

The Swallows are back flying high
     Hunting bugs over fields
Their sonar a guide where sight fails
     Bouncing off bugs their peal 

My thoughts like a three ring circus
     Bouncing around in my head
Foggy confusion dominant
     Time on the porch clear dread

My free time soon to diminish
     Noise, bedlam will increase
Lord, help we take it with patience
     Let my spirit love release

For every good thing there is a bad thing to counter act the joy....


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Noises

The noises of the day run rampant
A crow's caw incessant
Clouds float softly across the sky
Soon followed by cold front

Just soak in the beauty of sky
Feel the warmth of sunshine
Luxuriate in nature's gifts of peace
Brought by God's divine design  


Details | Free verse | |

Mountain Poem

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Share

White blossoms of the Mountain Laurel
Contrasted to the waxy green leaves
Nestled under trees along the creek
Showing some of the beauty of spring


Snuggled on a blanket close to the edge
Enjoying the music that nature makes
Chirping of birds, no no not a word said
Rustle of leaves, buzz, buzzing of bees


Babbble of creek, splash of the deer's feet
Joy, oh, joy for the outdoor cheer
Wishing that we could share this time
This time of the year


Details | Haiku | |

A Gaga Gadfly

a gaga gadfly 
on a water buffalo
touch me not, i rule


Details | Sonnet | |

Enigma Of Time

Arriving there, open door to floors bare
Moist was air, dwelling effusive with peace
The enigma of time began to cease
Oblivion to all but ocean, just stare

Simplicity for a few days; nowhere
To go, timeless, watch Gulls instead of Geese
Yesterday's ravenous problems release
Now live on sublime seaside oasis' air

Aster, Willow won't sway in zephyr this day
Only kaleidoscope color 'pon water shone
Exquisite view for me, myself, alone
This ecstasy delight not auspice by they

Lilac, Lily doesn't bloom, chrome rust away
Impervious bug repellent glistens in defiant stone

Contest: Secret


Details | I do not know? | |

Silence in the Wind

Close your eyes and imagine,
If you listen closely-
You can hear it-
The silence in the wind.
The swooshing sounds,
Breeze going by.
Can you hear it?
The fall of the water,
The chirp of the cricket,
The song of the bird,
The cry of the wild--
All silenced for 
A moment in time.
The silence that calms your heart,
Soothes your mind,
And comforts your soul.
The same silence of 
Relaxation--
The same silence of
Solitude and serenity.
It's in the sun,
It's in the clouds,
It's in the sky,
And in the stars at night.
It's in the air,
It's everywhere,
It's the silence in the wind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Holocaust

In midst of night,
When I was deep in slumber,
The memory rattled,
Eyes sunk with fear,
Saw the houses crumble,
The trees tremble,
The thunder storm made me nimble,
The ocean in fumble,
Tried to reach me and hug me in grumble.

I went slowly to the balcony,
Tried to reach out to see this mesmerized agony,
The agony was far from imagination,
It’s a terrifying situation,
God is slowly destroying its creation.

The waves shook the landscape,
The geography is jeopardized,
The houses drowned,
And with it are the people,
Cries of the birds,
Made the atmosphere filled with shrill,
The painful and subdued voice of the animals,
Made it sure of their fatal deaths.

The water is beneath,
Thunderstorm is above it,
No place for shelter,
The houses gradually decreased,
With water slowly increased,

I saw human beings floating in it,
I knew some of them, were also in it,
Saw the animals gradually going deep in it,
Trees are getting shaved,
Houses are getting razed,
The plateau near my house is gone beneath.

The things happened so quickly,
And it was so horrifying,
that I forgot my own situation,
Now I am in pain and sorrow,
for what I have seen slowly,
Happening beneath my eyes.

With this grief and agony in my heart,
I turned back to get inside the house,
But I was knee deep in water,
And the water is rising faster,
I am late in making my action,
Now my life and my existence is in jeopardy,
And with the flashes of the scenes running back and forth,
Made me cripple,
I wasn’t able to run,
I gradually gave up to the faith, 

But when I saw the death creeping near to me,
A terrible fear ran through me,
My face became pale,
And the blood started drying up,
I started weeping and prayed to spare me,
But a dark shadow engulfed me,
And a terrible wave galloped me.

I was desperately moaning,
Then suddenly my eyes opened,
My bed was completely dripping from the sweat,
For few minutes I couldn’t make out what’s going on,
But then I realized that it was a dreadful dream.
I closed my eyes and prayed to God,
Thanked him that it was a dream.


Details | Haiku | |

Of Autumn Rush

          During Autumn Rush,
Squirrels chase scraps of acorns-
                    On trails to winter.


Details | Rhyme | |

Earthly Colors

Terra cotta, craggy rocks
Scattered boulders, building blocks
In shades of sienna, ochre, buff
To form this high and hilly bluff
With sunlit ledges thin and wide
Place for hyraxes to sun and hide

Cerulean, azure, clearest blue
The cloudless sky that does imbue
Aquamarine lake, with cobalt tints
To gently ripple with sparkling hints
Of gleaming, flashy, silvery scales
With speckled bodies and stripy tails

Chartreuse, dappled, shades of green
Of forest, jade and so serene
Leafy, verdant canopy high
With soft and breezy, gently sigh
While down below in shades of lime
Fragrant flowers so sublime

Scented blossoms in fuchsia flush
And ripening berries in magenta blush
And poppies scarlet, crimson reds
Among saffron yellow daisy heads
With tangerine buds on sage green stems
And luminous violets these little gems

While in the distance, misty rose
Of lavender mountains in repose
Against a background, lilac-puce
And threadlike clouds not yet profuse
Blending into salmon pink
As the sun begins to sink

Plain glass inside the window frame
Now stained with colors of fiery flame
The last rays of sunlight on the glass
In incandescent reflecting rays of brass
And the ethereal golden radiance of day
Passing into evening’s own bouquet


Details | Rhyme | |

Where It Begun

Two Sweet Gums wedged side by side One of the two has died Crimson leaves of the living left Life and death side by side Stark bare limbs of death against blue Still reaching for the sun Gradually the limbs decay_fall Never leaves where begun


Details | Free verse | |

In the Shallows

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

This is about you

When you have downfall on your mind chaos is all a mind can find, its time to change all the things you had held so deep inside, they cause rage, your trapped in while your caught up in the cage of life an easy life with out strife, no more pain or struggle inside a bubble and you want to make it burst, but first things first you know the times that come will be the worst, because its change you want, and you will taunt the ones who set the curse. They say if you want to change a little then its your choice, but if you want to change a lot they must first hear your voice, loud enough for all to hear, listen and all of the problems soon disappear, just know that the world can be a  bleak one and people dont always listen so you cannot only speak once, so when the end is near you can look back at the goodtimes throughout all the years think about all the times and cheer, and thank god you lived this long and your still here. Be remembered  only for  the words you spoke, for you do not want to be invisioned inside a cloud of smoke, watch as they listen when you start to feel the choke on the thoughts about your life,a bad life,  a black life, envoloped in fear you were hoping that the man would hear, and maybe take a listen, to diamonds in your mind as you watch them glisten. finally move to a position, and  open your ears and let your mind be clear, and hear the wisdom spoken from the person on the otherside of the mirror, society sobriety with out a clue just sit and ponder at the deepest thoughts that are revealed in you...


Details | Ode | |

' The Face Of Love '

Will I Recognize… The Face Of Love?
Or the Wonderful, Bedazzled Appearance of:
A Moon-kist Meadow, Hushed and Dark
A Solitary Silhouette, this Beauty Mark,
Windswept Grasses, like a Babe’s Soft Lashes
Rippling across Earth, that’s smooth as a Cheek.
In the Hushed and Flowery Scented Air…
Your Face of Love Materializes, Silvery, Full
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

From the Face of Love … Will I Withdraw?
The Face of Love without Any Flaw;
As a Canopy of Clouds with the Splendor of Sunbeams
Piercing past the fluffy powder of Heaven, to Radiate Gleams
A Classical Cameo-Sculpture, Perfect Profile Structure
Yea… in the Bright Beacons, I see Your Smile
In the Illumed, Clear Sky, ‘Your Face’
Can Love’s Face be Touched … Attainable?
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable.

The Face of Love … I Have Visualized,
Potent, Breathtaking, The Vision Rised;
From a Sunlit Lake, Winking as Would Diamonds.
Your Face of Love, Emerging from Far Beyond
The Depths of the Lake, as My Heart Quaked,
because of the Wavering Portrait’s Peace
because of Water-Color Caresses.
That Face of Love, was so Tangible.
The Face of Love … so Unforgettable

The Face of Love … has Gazed Upon
Dreams of Mine, the World’s Not Known
… Out of the Woodland’s Emerald Mist
With Drops of Dew, Love’s Face Kissed
The Framing Boughs; My Relaxed Brow.
Floating… Breathing out the Mist of Morn Light
That I may Sketch Your Face of Love, in Life.
The Face … More Handsome, than Sons of the Womb, is Possible…
The Face of Love … is Unforgettable

(For A Medieval-Tongued Poet, I Found Here at The Soup...
          Ismael Nieves, this one's for you Kiddo

                                 Mistress MoonBee


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Poetic Revalation

            It sometimes bogles the mind,these things we 
   somtime write.
           When we get a moment alone to smoke a fine cigar,
    with the serenity of a moon-lit night.
            Times when the imagination take us to far off and 
    different places.
            Where beauty is abundant and the fragrances of
    nature fills empty spaces.
            Wiiithout the noise of traffic from restless children to
   say the least.
             Just the sweet sounds of serenity mixed with solitude and a
    slice of peace.
             No telephones can be heard and not a door bell will ring.
     Even the birds are asleep so you can't hear them sing.
             Just the strenght of the wind to bring a cool breeze.
    As it pushes through and creates a harmony with leaves.
            With a million pounds of diamonds and the worlds' largest  pearl 
    to provide the light.
           As with the elegance of angels streaks of ink begin to take flight.
    As I kick up my feet and begin to write.
           About thoughts of all things done in yesterdays' life.
  Things like the happiness of children and the mythical nature of a beautiful wife.
           Just when a puff of blue smoke fills the air.
     To help keep focuse and the inner-poet very much aware.
           Where Pablo Picasso and Vincent VanGough unite to reign
    as king.
           Where thoughts of a better life give life meaning.
      Where the kindness of love or the harmonic symphony of a kiss.
Compare to the ectasty of a womens' touch,when met in tenderness.
      Yet when we're alone,that we can't get becomes that in which we miss.
     Like the way her eyes sparkle as she begins to smile.
  Her superior grace and exquisist style.
       As light begins to fade,it's the end of night and the sun returns from it's 
  hiding place.
I stand in awe ,as the sun rises and creates a Reimbrant of her face.
        Then with a roar from the family beast.
     The silence will be broken and bring a end to peace.
From the heart of armantic and thesoul of a poet. 
      Locked away inside and I didn't even know it.


Details | I do not know? | |

What have you done

Viewing sites of our oceans and lakes
Locking our earth in a trap jail
Seeing these gifts here not to forsake
Ups our risk with CFC intake
With this not being folklore or tale

Oil dependency we must decrease
Causing more death than life with no true gain
As more life on this earth comes to decease
With the word extinct coming to all beasts
Stopping our land from agony and pain

As we try to master the depths of space
With probes such as voyager launched from earth
We must first learn to save the human race
With clean air and clean water for each face
To make faces smile with joy and mirth

Remember all life as one here to save
New plants and green trees, plant one when you can
Give back for the gift this earth came and gave
Develop a new clean way to behave
Help the earth look pristine across all land

Join the true people that fight for our home
Do what you can and increase this lands worth
Let a new land and atmosphere be known
Increase your life goal with a new life zone
And know what you did to save this great earth


Details | Acrostic | |

The garden Prince

Singing trills in delightfully through my window
Perched upon my garden wall sits the little brown jacketed culprit, who
Always greets me with cheerful news
Regaling me with stories resounding from deep within his
Ruffled little chest
Often I wonder, as the years pass on
Will I always leave my window open to welcome in your good tidings?


Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Metaphysical Moment ...'

‘ A  Metaphysical  Moment ’

A Metaphysical Moment
Electrifying To The Touch
Breathless, Thru The Clouds
Can My Heart, Take So Much

… Can My Eyes Endure
All This Vision, I See
Can Voice, Even Speak
Over Roaring of This Sea

… Can Ear Even Listen
When I Am Flying So Free
Soaring, So True With You and
Metaphysical Moment and Me …

A Metaphysical Moment
Will I Ever Understand
This Mystery of Our Universe
The Mystery of Woman and Man …


(And I End This with an Haiku for
The Haiku Master ‘Raul’ Moreno and
Metaphysical Poet Extraordinaire’ (smile))


Metaphysical Moment (The Haiku)

          Understanding A
      Metaphysical Moment …
      … Nature’s Mysteries


Metaphysical (definition) as an adjective:

Metaphysical of early 17th Century Poetry
Relating to the poetic style of John Donne,
George Herbert and other early 17th Century Poets
Who used consciously intellectual language
And elaborate metaphors that compared things


Details | I do not know? | |

The Moon and I

Goosebumps and all
I lay
Under a bed of stars
Sparkling across the night sky like a diamond mine

Chinese Lanterns in the sky, hanging far from my reach
To guide me through the complexity of the darker night

The solitary moon and I Gaze at one another other
Parallel in nature, we hang back from the rest of the world
She, plagued by her cyclic nature, 
And I, sickened by the cynicism that only a broken heart can bring
She pulls at the ocean, wishing for affection from the shore
And I, push away any attempt at sincerity
But she must fall as the day grows young,
And I must rise to the possibilities


My chest wall aches, as it fills with hope and the cold night air
This must be how a second chance at life, and inner peace must feel

Then the wind blows through the willow trees
The crickets  move their bows together in symphony.
They made an overture, for the performance of only one

This is my song, 
my new harmony


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Welcome Home Storm

Whipping gulf clouds burn
Sheets of sideways rain
People's worried smiles
hurry, pass me by
I'm a lazy girl

Rumbling starts in
Slashing lightning
I mosey home
to watch the storm

Slow feet now
Pellet rain
Lock the door

Sweet sound
Tire me

Peace.


Details | Free verse | |

In Heaven's Sakes (A Rainbow for Jonji)

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Rain on the River

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

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

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

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


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



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


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 | Rhyme | |

Of Fur, Scales and Feathers


a mouse freely frolics 
         in the sunny meadow;
                 as 'neath the grass slithers,
                          a silent, patient shadow;

a short, smothered squeak,
         then a stiffled struggling;
                  flowers flirt with the breeze
                          with nary an inkling!

then a brown feathery blur
         plummets from the clear sky 
                 with razor-sharp talons,
                           whipping wings, cruel cry;

rips the serpentine shape
         with its cold, crooked beak,
                 then flies off, feeds the young
                           nestled high at the peak!


Details | Free verse | |

Moving Forward into Expansion....

Ignorance....

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

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

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

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

Entropy......

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

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

Consciousness...

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Twilight

Come and hear the song,
The song of the angels,
As the heavens open.
The split of the sky;
The cascading colors.
As the gates close,
Darkness falls over.
The darkness twinkles,
Twinkles with beautiful lights,
Now come hear the song,
The song of the night.
It sings out in a Capella voice.
Sway to the rhythm,
As you succumb to darkness.
The song plays on and on,
Until the morning fires blaze.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Rain, Fire, Ice and Breeze '

I Watched A Man, Named, ‘ Rain ‘
Pounding Across The Plains
Running with Cascading Joy
Like a Wet, Happy, Little Boy …

I Found A Man, Named, ‘ Fire ‘
Blaze in Life, A Lightning Desire
His Bold Passion – Consuming Power
Sent Smoke Signals, to My Tower

I Observed A Man, Named, ‘ Ice ‘
Tho’ Frost-Natured, He Did Entice
‘ … Come Hold Me, if You Dare …
And Find Out, if Cold-Can-Care …’

… I Beheld A Man, Named, ‘ Breeze ‘
And Begged Him, ‘Touch Me Please …
Gentle, like a Lover’s Kiss
Whisper to Me, Things I Wished…’

… and Sitting Content, on This Hillside
Listen Now… as I Confide …
‘ Rain and Fire … Ice and Breeze ’
Don’t You Know … You Are All Of These . . .


Details | Narrative | |

The Willows

Tomorrow’s times are in these eyes of mine.
Away and far my world shall part.
The Seas shall rise from their depths of deep.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will weep.
The Sun will rise as my days still come,
The glory, the power, it is the rains with Sun.
Tomorrow’s times are in these days of mine.
Far and gone my world shall bond.
The Mountains will fall from their heights they climb.
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will shine.
Tomorrow’s times are in these thoughts of mine.
Gone and here my world shall fear.
The Lands will separate the world by Sea,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows will be.
Tomorrow’s times I know are mine.
Here it is that I fear I’m near.
My Land, my Seas, my Mountains of plain sight,
And in the glow of the shadows the willows shall shed their light.

®Registered: Ann Rich 1998


Details | I do not know? | |

Our Trusting Landlord

This earth
Oh what a curious thing to perceive
Existing within its home, the Universe
A unique, rare and aqueous marble 
With a lifespan well surpassing our own
We call it our home, but it is only for rent
Things will begin to change 
Humanity will try resist
We are in a system that has long been set in motion
A plan that we cannot stop
Green
What a faction of false hope
A color stained in negativity
Greed, Money, Power, Politics
Oh what a sly plan
A thorn stabbed in the lions paw
Our advantage taken against an orb in suffering
This trusting earth
Telling a secret
Our society
Screaming it to the world  


Details | Triolet | |

Fiddler's Love Song

The fiddler crab plays as he eats
A high pitched tune, around the dunes
A fast rhythm most can repeat
The fiddler crab plays as he eats
All can play a song so sweet
Fiddling to their love songs at noon  
The fiddler crab plays as he eats
A high pitched tune, around the dunes


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beauty of Summer

As days become longer
Warm air blankets our skin

The sky feels more open
Something new is to begin

What could be anything
Our destiny unknown

It is the air of freshness
Where new souls will be born

With each moment singing
Its own unique tune

The open seas lift us up
As we prepare for the new

To breathe, laugh, love and be

The beauty of Summer
When we are happy and carefree.


Details | Free verse | |

Water of Life...

Snowcapped mountain 
in subtle melt
the slow beginning drips
which trickle forms
into the downward flow
of twisted turning bends
from a whisper to a roar
minor drips exaggerate 
waterfalls cutting might
where large rivers swiftly
push ahead new life
continuous journey onward
a neverending cycle
for as it returns to the ocean
taken back thru evaporation
only for the snow...and the rain
gracefully returns earths pleasure.....


Details | Quatrain | |

Butterflies and Silver Seas

Jump into pistachio talc
and fly on mists a'sparkle
Dripping off me is butterfly dust
Stand up and you can follow
Dive off the chair you sit in
to streams filled thick with cider
Nap on webs of candied cotton
strung strong by the sugar spider
Open your eyes under water
Catch up with me high in flight
Tether your wings to the sea horse's daughter
as she swims in the moon beams at nights
Sullied clouds fall past the ocean
sleeping on silver tide's arm
Drowsy me now from this butterfly potion
sleeping in ribbons and lavender charm
Imagine the ocean alive
with flutters of wings on the tide
Strip all your preconceived notions
and watch with your eyes open wide
Glisten in green innuendos
Sparkle and shake out your wings
I'm a whisper of water, a glint of delight
taking flight on the brink of impossible things...


Details | Free verse | |

The prettiest rose unfurls

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Its fragrant silken form
I hold in my mind
A memory or thought
Of each tender moment
I have graciously shared with you

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Releasing its natural beauty
To an awe-inspired world
I hold in my heart
A love that grows evermore deeply
Despite thinking I’ve given my all

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
Till it blooms in radiant glory
I give you everything I am
Protect you and cherish you
Knowing I am the luckiest
Most blessed person in the world

Just as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
After which blooms wither and fall away
I remember how much you 
Need to know daily you’re cherished
By someone who loves you more
Than words can ever express

You are as each tender petal
Of the prettiest rose unfurls
My love my life my future


Details | Rhyme | |

No One The Same

A lady bug sat on a a leaf one day
When a long came a centipede that asked her to play
No no i couldn't do that 
Play with a centipede imagine that
What would flying bugs say seeing us together
They would laugh and laugh forever and ever
The little centipede was very upset 
Being treated bad from everyone she met
Why don't i have friends do i look bad 
hanging her head ever so sad 
No said the lady bug your just differant to the eye
You don't have wings and cannot fly 
Well you don't have lots of legs like i do 
I have twenty you have two
Well said the lady bug you know that's true 
Were not really differant me and you 
Were both bugs that all humans call pests
Lets be friends in spite of the rest



Details | Free verse | |

If I Were a Word

If I were a word,
I'd be on the point of Sharon's pen...
If I were a poem,
The young one would have penned me...
If I needed to show my heart,
I guess I would be me,
If I were to lay down wisdom,
I'd be John, Vince, Ruby, Christy, Maya
But, I wouldn't be me....
If I awoke in the middle of the night,
Wrapped in fear and uncertainty,....
I would be Tom Bell again,....
In desperate need of a friend...
If I have offended, I will volunteer
To cut off the offensive part...
If someone will remember me...
Somewhere down the road...
If I can create a smile,
or a wondrous thought,
I will have exceeded my aspirations
As a person, though never quite a farah chammah,
I will see the sun rise, I will see the sun sink...
I will pray for my fellow man,
Regardless of what others may think....
One life to live?
Nonsense, the Hindus got it right,
The cycle is repeated,
Until we see the light...

Yet the light is here at Soup,
It shines so bright that it could blind,
But blind most of us are,
We keep a closed up mind...

Lives end, lives begin...
They are virtually the same...
God kisses each of us,
And grants us a special name...

But time is oblivious to all this,
It has it's own agenda,
And we are powerless to influence it,
There are higher powers we'll never understand...
But the power of our words lives on...
That power will never end.


Details | Haiku | |

Of Nature's Flirtation

          The wind's- subtle blow,
Teasing- the leaves- on the trees,
                    Wafts her hair- forward.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Kind Knight ... '

The Young Knight Stood By The River …
His Reflections, Deep In Thought
Tho’ the Water, Was As A Mirror
His Appearance, Was Not What He Sought

They Said, This Place Was Special
And in Truth, and in Beauty, So  Twas'
And Sturgeon Below the Surface Was Plentiful
But He Was Here, For A Higher Cause

In Truth, He Would Not Hurt A Lamb
Tho’ He Was Bold and Brave and Strong
Twas’ A Year Whence, He Slayed His First Man
And From Thence, He Vowed, He’d Do Nay Wrong

So, He Came Here, To Commune With Nature
And Pledge Penance For The Bloodguilt-Crime
For He Bare The Burden of Censure
And Needed Ease for His Remorseful Mind

And In The Clearing, By The River
Where A Doe and A Hare Did Graze
He Looked O’er His Woolen-Clad Shoulder
And A Soft, Mist Breeze Seemed To Say …

‘ You Are Forgiven, Young Knight
You Are Forgiven Everything
You Have Borne, Your Blame-Plight
And Your Conscious Has Paid Penalty

You Are Forgiven, Young Knight
You Are Forgiven Everything
And This Is How You Will Know, ‘Tis Alright
Whence Innocence, To Thy Side Will Bring … ‘

... And The Doe Came To Nuzzle His Hand
And The Hare,  Hopped and Stayed by His Feet
And The Son of the Man, He had Slain, Ran …
 to him and said, “Sire, Kill The Doe and Hare and Let’s Eat ! …

For You:  James (Jimbo) Marshall Goff,
because I know how you appreciate
my Sense of Humor and said you like
my Knight Tales  (he he he ha ha)

                        MoonBee


Details | Free verse | |

Murmurs of a mermaid

The oceans spit covers the grounds she walks.
Were clams closed mouths keep secrets.

Bubbling from the cracks of their mouth,shhhhh.
A open but closed sea of mysteries. 
The ocean hands cling to the thin golden ropes of her hair,
 as she exits the oceans door,to visit the golden clothed sands,
to sit upon a naked rock..

Basking in a mysterious loom of a sleepy moon.Combining her hair with a defeated set of sharks teeth.A lonesome mermaid,the last of her kind,wishes to be human rest on her withering mind.Blind sighted dreams unfold from her glittered long hair,opening the eyes of the blind night.

Her mind, a pondering land,dried by ceaseless thoughts of a plan,
against a evil fisherman's plan to drag her out her land.
Her mind grows weak from thoughts so antique.
So sour the time of dying hours.

Swimming for desperate escape,throughout lemon aid waters.

Finally escaping  free in mystery

Escaping  free from lemons bitter acid.

Waters once drunken now placid.


Details | Quatrain | |

A DREAM

I would like,ardently,to paint a meadow 
standing on its center,an old weeping willow 
engraving some letters, on its thick stem 
I write your name,as a heart-shaped gem 

I want to draw,the blue of your eyes 
those tempting seas of,tearful lullabies 
adrift in my thoughts,ready to admit 
to gamble for love, to win or to quit 

I picture...,the smiles in your lips 
lick your kisses' nectar as it drips 
stare at them,till they call my name 
lingering to end up,the glory, I claim 

I draw a heart,with compassion and love 
gift-wrap it then, with, red petals my love 
sending my devotion,for you alone to own 
unless you turn it into,my love's tombstone


Details | Free verse | |

His Blessings

Looking across the meadows where the 
wild flowers grow,
life has been recharged after the harsh
winters snow.
Cat tails dancing to the tune of summer day,
while butterflies of many colors rehearse their mid air play.
Trees with new foliage provide much needed shade,
and a stream of cool water reflects the hue of jade.
Sweet fragrance falls gently as the wind carries new seed,
God, and all His Blessings, will provide just what we need.


Details | Haiku | |

Two Quills And A Rose

two quills and a rose
on the same wooden table
love triangle


Details | I do not know? | |

Natures Perfect Blend

If little birds know,
when it is time to leave,
before the snow,
before the freeze.
Humans too,
possess this gift,
something instilled,
as the seasons shift.
It can only be God,
our maker our friend,
who would have thought of this,
natures perfect blend.


Details | I do not know? | |

I'm like a bird

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who spreads my wings
From the East to the West 
of the World

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who fly across the ocean
From one land to another
With freedom and joy

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who soars to through the sky
From the Earth to the Heavens
The wonderful paradise

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who wish not to be imprison
From the evil doers
have not a heart

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
who wish to spread love
From the North to the South
of the World

I'm free, I'm free
I'm free like a bird
whose heart sings
in rhythm 
with the whistling winds.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

Being in denial is like sitting in an empty house,
with a moonlit forest behind it.

Coming out of denial is the new bird,
that comes and stays a while, with that little 
empty house, but when winter comes, 
he is off on a journey from the heavens above.


Details | Monorhyme | |

They Are Legion

In the deepest, darkest, dankest depths,
the creatures plan and hedge their bets,
they ponder just how bad we'll get,
and smoke their foreign cigarettes.

Concentrating on the Middle East,
they've hatched and raised a hateful beast,
and guaranteed they'll be no peace,
so war and suffering will not cease.

In Africa their foothold's firm,
so many die from spreading germs,
they love to watch the infants squirm,
their bloated flesh the food for worms.

Their goal is to destroy mankind,
plant seeds of hatred in our minds,
their pact with Satan's sealed and signed,
in blood upon the dotted line.

The rain forest is their target, too,
cage all the creatures in a zoo,
cut down the trees and plant no new,
and watch the greenhouse gasses spew.

Make sure the seas are full of trash,
and oil spills as hulls are gashed,
they want to see our hopes be dashed,
the dice are thrown, the die is cast.

They sit and chew on monkey bones,
and laugh as storms destroy our homes,
in league with trolls and hunchbacked gnomes,
they breed in secret catacombs.

The darkness glides on silent wings,
and is repelled by just one thing:
the song of prayer our hearts sing,
with love we can defeat this thing.


Details | I do not know? | |

shhh

shhh. I want to hear you.
A noise in the air is true.
Voices I hear in the blue
say shhh. It's Me Sue...

Do I hear you? Is that me
singing through? How?
Many voices inner the side
Many lives onto past rides
Many many gone bye and
by and by I listened...

Passion and compassion,
Care and dare to hear it,
When and where to pair it,
Is a simple question.
I did and dared to ask it.
Pulled apart my life to live it.

shhh. Quiet is the beat
of elegant speak and beauty
yet to be known. The smell
is sweet the colors bright
and a light is always shown.
shhh. It's Me...
and I hear your tOne.

From a well of hertz, a love
is grown.


Details | Pastoral | |

Space

I need someplace better to go. 
Like a poverty-stricken township. 
In a city made of gold. 
Where people trust and love each other. 
Where I would loose control. 
And scream my happy heart out. 
Like fallen warriors of old. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
I'll bide my time and set my pace. 
To loose this spoiled human race. 
And let my free heart roam. 

And I've seen someplace better to hold. 
Like an Amazon rain forest. 
In a land that unfolds. 
And shows its povertized people. 
With hearts made of gold. 
Like people of few having a lot and most nothing. 
Not people like you smoking rock and still huffing. 
If it only meant something. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
To find a sign and then embrace. 
All the people there. 
Who call this space their own. 

So music makes your soul rollover. 
And it's something you can share. 
With a world that ran out of luck. 
Or that girl that doesn't care. 
Like a feeling locked inside a page. 
Of love, or life, or even rage. 
This music is despair. 

And I'm making my way to this place. 
Of waterfalls and open space. 
And leaving here without a trace. 
To help these people home. 

And Now I'll cry and release my soul. 
Over a glass of wine. 
For this music man who's simply slowly dyin’. 
And this man of rhytmatic drums. 
Lay in bed and slowly hums. 
A song of simple glowing suns. 
That draws him into them. 

I'm making my way to this place. 
Entering my saving grace. 
A simple sacred holy place. 
And die inside my home.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Widowed

Do raindrops know
when dandelions cry
flowing flaxen feelings 
like honeysuckle hues
cuddling a marigold morning
Will weeping willows wake
parched parades of poppies
silted by searing seasons
stigmas of seedless seduction 
shadowed by stormy sunsets
Can rainbows of renaissance
twist tulip tongues 
so stamens of wilted whispers
oscillate osmotic overtures
of pistil pardon
Do thundering trumpets 
mourn misty meadows
when dandelions cry 
tides of tawny tears
widowed in floating fields of life


Details | Quatrain | |

Flames of Perdition

Flames of perdition
Painting passion’s fire
Moaning moonlight
Squeezing sensuous desire
Lovers’ lips 
Speaking sun glazed sin
Tasting temptation
Beaded on sultry skin
Sweaty sighs
Restless for relief
Smearing seduction
On eyes of disbelief


Details | Personification | |

Night Time Love

As I sit in my window sill.
Relaxed no thrill.
Time goes by, but it seems the world stands still.
I sit and gaze .
Truly amazed.
By the beauty that sits in front of me.
The stars winks at me, twinkles and dance.
So magnificant I saw in watch in a trance.
The love I felt between us must be true romance.
But suddenly it fades.
It fades so quickly and with little warning.
Because within a few moments it will soon be morning.
So sadly it leaves, but leaves with a kiss of delight.
The wind whispers its goodbyes and promise to return tomorrow night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn Song

The crispen lips of autumn
when pumpkin leaflets fill the air
and sing-ed wood is smoking bare is freedom.
It's the crackle 'neath your bundled feet
and scarves tied loose and apple pinched cheeks
and majesty you'll never reach from a window.
It's linking arms with your closest friend
and letting the warming sun pretend it's working.
It's chipmunks still and frozen there 
beneath the tree, nuts everywhere
a glint in their eyes and they're back in their lair
cheeks popped full of magic.
This kiss is the glory of your love's embrace
lying there you're face to face 'till slumber
'Till the big goodnight, 'till the bright snow light,
"till winter...


Details | Free verse | |

Sands of Time.....

A full moon descends beyond the distant dunes
freshly scented air breezing palm as desert breath
calm are the whispers upon a much cooling surface
momentary is the solitary life facing certain death.....

As I sit 'neath infinities blanket of stars
sifting sand through my fingers and hands
I ponder those before me who have walked these lands
I wonder if they too sat and contemplated how it began....

But even more striking is a portrait of the past
centered within the framework an unchanging figure
distant only as far as my mind will allow
reassurance..... is the glow of the smile,
the tone of the words even more so....
"be not afraid my son,for you have traveled well,
 even a grain of sand needs a friend and reminder
 you are not the first to sit in this very spot and wonder,
 you surely won't be the last of the lonely....."

Who in the not so distant future will rest his feet
upon this very spot.....or are we all,
just tumbling grains of sand in time......


Details | Ballad | |

WORLD OF WHITE AND BLUE

Sea of blue, 
crags of white, 
bitter wind, 
majestic sight 

For this is world of white 
and blue 
white mountains of ice, 
blue sea salty and true 

midnight sun on icy wastes, 
cool reflected light, 
pristine wilderness, 
not to everyone's taste 

Stark white cold, 
wind eroded columns of ice 
roar of wind 
roar of sky 

Icebergs scattered in the blue 
raw wind strips me bare, 
the environment does not care.... 
about you. 

Sea,sky and ice, 
nature's freezing cocktail, 
untameable wilderness, 
man cannot sacrifice. 

Pure elements, 
to touch the senses 

Inhospitable sea,sky and ice, 
its very extremes, 
to prevent men of this world 
carrying out their dreams 

Pure cold energy roaring, 
with bitter intent, 
gulls soaring, 
men......spent 

Nature's cold refuge, 
from man and his dreams. 
White armour protects,temperature deflects, 
man's subterfuge 

white mountain, 
white water, 
white wind 

Blue sea, 
blue sky, 
blue wind 
world of white and blue 


Details | Haiku | |

Howling Messages

Eyes like a bright moon
Howls shatter the silent night
Messages from wolves


Details | Haiku | |

Harmonious Green

From side to side they
Sway; beneath them these children
Play...Beauty of green


Details | I do not know? | |

A Bird In Flight

While the wind blew swiftly.
The bird flew thrifty.
Flapping its wings.
Faster and harder.
Against the wind.
The bird flew like it was blind.
Swirling all around the skyline.
All at once the wind calmed down.
The bird came through town.
Soaring its wings.
As it roared right past me.
To find rest upon a clothes line.


Details | Free verse | |

Beautiful Oblivion

Sit and watch the thin, blank dawn
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wrestle with memories that don't want to be suppressed,
and repress the urge to canon-ball into the ocean. 
(sinking: sinking slowly, because you never learned how to swim.)

Listen to rainbows churning in oil-spill puddles,
and wait for the beautiful oblivion to take its toll.
Somewhere inside you know things will never be the same again,
but that's okay with you, sickening as it seems.
(you want to float away into seaweed forests and play fetch with the big, bad wolf.)

Dream of living a full, happy life
while you tear your world apart.
Sell your body to those dark, dank demons in your cerebrum,
whimpering and wondering deep into the night. 
(praying for a chance to show your worth while you still exist.)

Sink low beneath the foaming sea,
wring out your hands and paint your thighs with scarlet letters.
Let the wolves lap the salmonella from your fingertips
and wrap yourself in red - lay face down in the snow, don't breathe too deeply:
(someone dances in snowflakes nearby.)

Watch the thin, blank dusk
that never quite sweeps you off your feet.
Wish for brazen arms and a warm crook of the neck to rest in.
Hug yourself beneath the covers and silently cry; you know now...
(no one wants to comfort a girl who craves suffering.)

You will never be what anyone wants. 


Details | I do not know? | |

What's inside us all....

Anger
What a sulfurous mess of molten evil
Troubles boil and surface
The singing of fine nerves within one’s self
This pushing of restricted buttons
Annoyance, Bitterness, Harm
Can one truly control it?
Stretching into the belly of the beast
Ripping, Tearing, Gouging
At its pivotal moment
A raging bull in a once peaceful town
Monstrous demons
The evils of your mind
Do you let the gates break open?
Shall you release it to the ones around you?
Anger
When controlled, it is an ordinary burning emotion
Yet, when the chains shatter and crack loose…
Oh the more difficult it will be to pick up the pieces    


Details | Light Poetry | |

Rainbow

Rainbows would never be rainbows
If sunshine had never met rain
No one would ever need comfort 
If there was no sadness or pain
But life holds both sunshine & showers
The days aren't all bright & fair
So look thru the showers for the rainbows
You'll always find hope shining over there.


Details | I do not know? | |

Leaving

Each day we face many trials
Did we make a good choice today,
For if we didn't we'll soon know
The cost is high that we will pay.

As children we only watch adults
Thats the way we all learn,
Our parents try their best to guide us
Although they are at times to stern.

They often say just you wait
Someday as adults you'll see,
But sometimes it them who forget
We are adults, they must let us be.

Every bird must learn to fly
Each child will move away,
They must live life on their own
Learn from their mistakes each day.

Can't hold us back forever
Nor make us feel guilty to leave,
Its now our life and own choice
It is ourself that we must please.


Details | Ballad | |

Cement Seedling

I don't need very much to stay alive,
a little urban rain from time to time.
It's not luxurious, here in the ground,
but I'm content with it, this life of mine.

There's not a lot for me to view from here;
the iron forest always sees to that.
It must be nice to venture past those trees;
but trapped am I, within this concrete crack.

At times, my mistress seems unfair; although,
I'm quite accustomed to this static fate;
her morning eye and moistful firmament
ensure my needs are met, despite my state.

I'm well aware her sight does take a while
to reach my herbal arms from where I stand,
but being patient is a noble trait,
and one that's helped me flourish in this land.

Oh there's no need to worry over me;
I'm quite resilient for a city weed.
I know I can't get up and rule my life;
but as I said, there's not much that I need.

But what of you, my busy human friend?
How goes the life your maker granted you?
Forgive my prying, but I'm most concerned
with all the stress that you've been going through.

You have the freedom to decide your home,
the priv'lege to decide what you will eat,
the sov'reignty to change your day's routine,
and you were gifted with nomadic feet.

I cannot say decisions aggravate,
for they are favors I have never had.
But how can one despise such dowery?
I can't imagine how that'd be so bad. 

So listen to this humble seedling's word:
before you think your life is but a curse,
take out the time to reassess your gifts;
your life could surely be a great deal worse.


Details | Narrative | |

Indigo Haze

 
Alone on a crisp seashore

Bellowing storm clouds engage 

Rolling above me as I walk the beach

A pleasantry lifting my rage

 

Bending my head back looking up

My arms stretched out to their sides

Cool rain drops lightly kiss me

Sensuous tempestuous skies

 

Taking in a deep breath

I let my repression fade 

Peace penetrates my Heartmind 

Removing the storm's I've made 

 

Slowly with each rhythmic beat

From these tiny three foot waves...

My anger vanished with the storm

Into a gothic indigo haze~

 



Copyright 2008


Details | Fibonacci | |

PERSPECTIVES

Be
in
nature's
paradise-
a living chaos,
harmony without symmetry


Details | Senryu | |

Natural Reflection

Just like a flower
Sunshine stimulates her face
Sparkling with love


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Welsh rill

  old saw

scissored shades of Betsycoed
taste of yester youth's sweet tones
splashing sound of forest water
kissing shining sacred stones

Dreams of swirling druids dancing
in the faery water's rill
flash reflective thoughts of flight
The dragon tears yet spill

The druid hymn of waiting
for greed to die of want
a constant scream of tortured winds
belie the curse of can't

What matters ought to those who fought
and died that I be here
to stand beneath a blazing sky
and gaze upon the Western sea

moments of reflective thought
pondered on expressed and caught
to feed an ever growing need
To dig and rap and plant a seed
That blossoms in another mind
Repeated as the finest kind
to be forever sowing seed
To seed 
And time to spend with thee 



Details | Free verse | |

Shout the Winds

Clear below the sea
Clear beyond the sea
it fished across the pond.
You don't have to name it, but call it Ava Lu.
It is my kind, the shore is blue.
Happened this and happened that
It went over to shout the wind...


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Morning Dewponds

Glassed Waters
                    Heavy Cobalt
Bejeweled of morning star
                    Mirroring beauty

Tranquil Waters
	Azure eyed
Life of only this moment
	Presuming nothing

Allayed Waters
	Emerald warmth
Splashing of morning glory
	Animated Verve

Sweet Waters
	Cooling Jade
Scented deep in spring rain
	Swelling rebirth

Still Waters
	Sapphire subtle
Filling drops of gentle ardor
	Granting hope


Details | Free verse | |

Homelessness, Taoistically Speaking

Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's invisible.

Trees that grow lumpen or misshapen
Are left to live long and go unfelled,
Never to be transformed into pencils and parkbenches.
They carry on, in love with the sun,
Spreading their arms to embrace the sky
Season upon season;
The children skip over their roots 
And lovers loll beneath their boughs,
Their shade relieves the weary,
Their age comforts the old.
No carpenter's ambition
Will ever reach their wondrous hearts
And, perforce, transform them.

When they kick you, unwanted 
Out of the hospital psych ward,
Your illness not important because you've done 
Nothing to make the newspapers,
You can wander like a prophet, complete in yourself
Living your truths without needing an apologist.
And so it is with those we look away from,
The odd shapes among us who don't fit our spaces.

There's more to be seen by looking between things
Than can be found by looking straight at them;
The unshaped space around us speaks with an incessant tongue
Interpretable only by the spirit.

So if you really want to slip the blindfold for a change
And see the ones hovering around the fringes,
Start by studying their shadows,
And if they should deign to speak,
Listen with your eyes,
And if you want to feel them,
Reach deep inside yourself and rub the sore spots
You spend the day denying.

Reflection sustains reality
Like dewdrops on a leaf.
Try to understand this like a lesson and you'll fail,
But accept it without judgement
And it comes to you.
No man finds more truth than he who looks for nothing;
This is writ upon the bark of twisted trees.
Read it, then know what wisdom is.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

Upon A Daydream

Away I drift…
	From right here and right now
Free of bonds…
	Anchored to worldly pains
Here lays exposed…
	My strength, my heart, my essence
Upon the precipice…
	Riding away on the only true freedom


Resting in sunlight…
	On green New England seashores
Endless Waves washing…
	Away the aches and troubled sorrow
Laying here I desire…
	No stability, no purpose, no weight
Less the power of heart…
	To release momentary responsibility


In this place I have loved…
	And felt it’s purity of redemption
I have been the scholar…
	And the open learned pupil
It’s here I give of myself…
	Knowing I will gain from the effort
Here I gain true wealth…
	Beyond the treasures of mans avarice


For a moment I transpire…
	Outside the boundaries of body
A wearied welcome traveler…
	Entering an undiscovered country
Allowed by the azure skies…
	To drift within this calm and peaceful realm
Until the call of the Thrush…
	Brings my minds eye back to focus


Details | Rhyme | |

Just as the Sea

The beauty of love
Is a lot like the Sea
With all of it’s power
Beautiful and free
Just as the Sea
Is bound by currents
Souls are bound
By loves torrent
Just as the Sea 
Reflects the light
Love truly is
A beacon of right
Just as the Sea
Is a provider of life
Love makes a mother
As well as a wife
Just as the Sea
Is bound to the wind
Love forever binds
Two dear friends
Just as the Sea
Needs be respected
True love is a thing
That must be protected
As the waves create
The rings of time
Forever yours
Forever mine


Details | Choka | |

Cloth-Like Snow

Middle of winter
When the snow falls frequently
Earth opens its arms lovingly
Snow lands on the ground
Leaving cloth like covering
Over the smooth flowing bed

Russell Sivey


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Gossamer Way

Broken hearts are open wide
Easier to slip inside
Poke the embers
Blow remembers
Clasping gently
Whisper magic
Ease the pain
Feel the warmth
Of fire again
Reflected thoughts
Directed dancing
Purple gossam
Flicker reign
In the wonder
World of oneness
Washed by loving
Tears of rain



(worknotes)
gossam live and laugh in Faerie
Sharing tales of mortal maids
pickscab knees and inkwell braids
time is gently slower there


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sand Castles II

The castle stood with majesty.
The child stood justly proud.
Both night and sea stood patiently,
In hand the castle's shroud.

My thinking now became serene,
Of things small and sublime.
How I saw all played in that scene
Of man, his deeds and time. 

But here I raise a quandary.
I question thee a tad. 
Are we the castle stately?
Or, are we the lad?

Are we the child? Are we the sand?
We're either, can't you see?
Both built and build to pass away
With time our ebbing sea. 

The tide we face is Father Time.
Aren't we but molded clay?
Just like that castle so sublime
We are not here to stay. 

Yet like that child in spring of life,
His days are numbered still.
Just like the grains of sand it took
To stir this old man's quill.


Details | Fibonacci | |

Her Poet



If 
I 
Should be
Your poet,
In thy garden, let 
My muses, as I do now, spell 
For thee, the sweet honey of spring where I humbly come.  


Details | Free verse | |

Doom

They don’t believe the Earth is dying
Slowly, painfully, day by day
They think that money can fix the problems
For the few they admit, they sit and pray

They think money can fix the problems
Surgeries to make you thin
Pills to make you eat less
Cars to fit into the world’s newfound laziness

Politicians thinking they can just quit
Who are avoiding the whole issue
They say that they want to fix it
All want us to think they ‘think green’

Laziness is the new epidemic
Vaccines the new health food
When veggies cost more than cupcakes
You know this world is doomed

We’re stuck in a downward spiral
Laziness, asthmatics, childhood obesity…
What more do I need to say?
We brought this on ourselves, yet they don’t see

Factories on every corner
Driving to the corner and back
Gas guzzlers, smoke stacks, oil fires
They wonder why the sky is turning black

Las Vegas is the new Phoenix
And Michigan the Alaska
Hurricanes in January
Tornadoes in November

They turn a blind eye
Though we all know they see it
Money has all the answers
Let’s see the new cars in ’08

Give it ten years if that
Then maybe they’ll realize
The sorrowful mistakes they’ve made
They’ll be forced to open their eyes

We’re all doomed, you know?
It’s only a matter of time
Whether we freeze or we boil
Is a choice we all have to make

Stop the disaster now
If not that then slow
If we don’t do something today
Well, I think this you all know.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Hummingbird

From left
                                                                                                                                      To right
He flutters in a frenzy;
Up
                                                                                                                 and down he goes,
As if on fire, and seemingly so,
If one glances at the jewelled breast
Blazing with fire.

He lives his little life in this flying frenzy,
Never-stopping, until his little flaming heart
Chooses to submit
To Mortality.


Details | Etheree | |

Blooms

Bloom
Push earth
with your green
Reach the sun's youth
with tender, thin limbs
filled with sweet sugar dew
and honey sap for bumbles
which wait in eager buzzing air
like moments to be pollinated
and passed on in nature's conversation.


Details | Blank verse | |

Sympathy for the Sun

     Just call it sympathy 
for the sun
      As the moon rises
the sun is displaced
      by a cold orb
The day is over and 
our star has done it's job
Call it sympathy 
for the sun
We're moving under 
a full moon
  Bravely it sends down 
it's bright beams to this 
    planet
But for life to prosper 
   we need more light
Night will pass
    We wait for 
the return 
         of the golden orb
   call it sympathy for the sun
     Find that the battle's won
Just call it sympathy for the sun 


Details | Couplet | |

The Stars

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

There Was a Day

There was a day
When light was born
When the stars burst into being
Sweet lights that adorn
The heavens above

There was a day
When the first light rays
Spread their wings,
Ready to open the opaque 
Universe,
Before there were other things

Was it heralded by
Angels of another universe?
Did they blow their horns,
And sing creation's first?

And will there be a day,
When it all shall be called to cease?
And all developed souls,
Shall see their last release?

Not for us to know,
Just to wonder about
And when it's time to go,
We'll hear the angels
Bring an end to any doubt


Details | Couplet | |

Beautiful Day

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Beyond the Distant Horizon

The open sea
Seems endless
In every direction for me

The last accompanying sail
Gone over the edge,
The tip of the mast
A sight I found a comfort
Is now a thing of the past

All alone on a world
With no end
Sailing alone
With a heart to mend

No ocean liner
Or luxury yacht for me
A simple boat
On this useless sea

If I make
Some distant shore
To sail once again
A desire I will have no more


Details | Free verse | |

Death

Is death the end to our suffering 
Or the cessation of our existence?
Is death a new journey for our soul? 
Or is death our final eternal punishment?
Or do our souls get to rest peacefully
After a life of trials and tribulations?
Should we cry or rejoice when
Death stares us in the face?
What is death to us?
An end to our sorrow
To our pain 
To our physical imperfections
To our illnesses
To the sins that torment us
Should we fear this unknown phenomena?
Or should we embrace it?
Maybe in death we find the truth
That escaped us during our lives.
Maybe in death we can finally find freedom
To roam in a mystic realm of our own creation


Details | Ballad | |

A HEARTSTONE MOON

Silently the moon rose 
from, it seemed 
The Whispering Trees 
This, I dreamed 

When all is dark and silent 
A Heartstone Moon shall rise 
It's soft light illuminating 
All you meant 

So many things change 
Never a Heartstone Moon 
New seasons to arrange 
Queens, coming soon 

Such mysterious light 
Filled a castle with wonder and delight 
So close, it seemed 
Such a beautiful thing 
Can only be a dream 

Only an Eastern pink sky, 
can fade a moon 
So perfect 
Long, will it lie 
In your heart 

A Heartstone Moon 
Gathered her stars 
Let them play 
Above, a castle 
That will see the dawn soon 

A moon is for dreams 
Stars for love 
This is why... 
Or so it seems 
A starlit sky 
Castle below 
A Heartstone Moon, 
above 


Details | Rhyme | |

Run and Live

Tender torrent, week long moment
while the skies fill dark and crimson
Back lit lightning, lovely, frightening
while my heart trips over itself
Call the whisper, brother, sister
sweep the sky with your liquid eyes
Tin the rooftops, as the heart stops
waiting for thunder to stomp the air
Birds stop singing, ears are ringing
as the clomping rain pools up
Trees kiss soil, burnt turmoil
while the wind lets loose her breath
Run for cover, father, mother
beg the sky to lift you high
If you listen, brother, sister
you will hear the sound of death.


Details | Haiku | |

Full Moon

Eye of the night sky
Wide open with cloud-like brow
Guide me on the path.


Details | Free verse | |

Mrs. Hershey's Garden

In her garden, with the humid scent of every rose
looking over amusement's risk and welcoming desire
I wish to find myself with you.
Singing shoulders, with your hand upon me in the sun
breaking peace like bread at lunch with butterflies
and water sprays springing up in smiles.
Cat tails blowing, laying down to kiss the ground
with sweet nasturtium on their lips in red and coral yellow
while we open our eyes wider.
In her garden, with the herbs she seldom trampled
sneaking shade amongst the trees while rabbit eyes alert
the world to paradise discovered.
In her garden.


Details | Free verse | |

Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


Details | I do not know? | |

Freaks of Nature

Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and now are two. 
God took his hand to part the seed 
for on the earth he saw a need 
for two souls birth and not just one, 
until all work on earth was done. 
Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and then were two. 

Two souls did birth and took each life 
to live with love as did their Christ. 
And down life's path they each would turn, 
out on their own so they would learn. 
About man's faith and troubled ways 
and teach of love and God's true grace. 
Called freaks of nature they were few 
who once were one but lived as two. 

Their families grew and moved through life 
and ventured out beyond their sight. 
Soon knowing their job here was done 
and standing with The Shinning Son. 
As each did enter each would leave, 
as God so whispers up each breeze . 
They entered life by God's own hand 
and will return to promised land. 

As life did start and then was two 
God saw now what he was to do, 
Return the broken seed to one 
and make it whole since life was done. 
Once Freaks of nature who were few, 
returns to one, but lived as two. 

        lindadoster 



Details | I do not know? | |

A Tale of My Sisters

 
With nimble imploring    
 
Of a tale found quite pretentious,
 
I found:
 
My sisters, my comrades,
 
Obtained skills some found offensive.
 
They roamed the hills of Scotland,
 
Burdened with hope enough for nations,
 
And every time our Mother cried,
 
Witnessed imprudent brutalization.
 
Through lands both waste and riches,
 
Continued on:
 
A solemn pilgrimage;
 
Armed with only incantations,
 
And herbs:
 
A witch's privilege.
 
Morrigan has told my spirit
 
What Brigid tried to say,
 
Men without us are monsters,
 
But their minds are such as clay.
 
That is why we carry on 
 
Our nomadic occupation,
 
Driven from villages as The Dragon dies,
 
Though what we bring's salvation.
 
I've seen my sisters burn on poles,
 
Through lights: Theatre Magic,
 
Everyone was awed indeed,
 
My sisters' fates were tragic.
 
So to ensure insure 
 
'Twas not in vain,
 
I set forth in expedition,
 
To find the valley between the hills,
 
That my sisters' lore has mentioned.


Details | Free verse | |

Wave Washed

Presence dissolved
Cresting watery fingers awash
Impressions in the sands
This cynical acquaintance
Running away
From flawless memories
In their laughter’s echo
I sat and watched
As my childhood castles
Were drank away
By the Atlantics thirst
Everyday one summer


Details | Free verse | |

Divine

Awakening,   cocooning
The air with tenderness,   breathing,
As it waters arid grounds,   speaking,
As it drenches the air with harmonious sounds, it makes
One succumb the soul, 
It makes one
Thank God…

Nature’s divinity,   as 
It enraptures me,   liberating 
My soul from earth’s dimness and
Opaqueness…

In its arms I am,  and 
Within its embrace I’ll eternally be…








Details | Haiku | |

Sea

Stage in blazing lights
Lovely steps of a hornpipe
Sailor boy's delight


Details | Rhyme | |

Alba

Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
 
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
 
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
 
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
 
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
 
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
 
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world 
A better say
 
America, Canada,  New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.


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


Details | Lyric | |

City sparrow

A new dawning 
And yawning 
Before my eyes clear
I hear 
The chirps from the birds 
Those pleasing words 
As they near my sill
Then a tap with their bill
Busily going about their business
In alertness  
Their presents is consoling 
As it was time to get rolling 
Their sounds seem to blend with modern life
Our daily strife 
And I wondered how they could acclimate to their surroundings
How challenging  
While ten ton cars rush down the streets 
Our city sparrow’s sits and eats 
While they are within inches of this fury
Upon the trees they sit with glory 
They build their nests in unnoticed places 
While our world embraces 
And their purpose is clear 
For here
They bring cheer 
To the city streets  




Details | Couplet | |

Brought To Awe

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Thank You GOD...

Everyday we awake in the morning light,
To see how wonderful the world is.
Just wandering around this beautiful place,
And knowing that it's all his.
Thank you GOD...
I look all around and see the trees,
The flowers all in bloom.
They look so green and lively,
And smell like sweet perfume.
Thank you GOD...
At night I  see all the stars,
They shine so bright and clear.
They make me feel so safe at night,
And take away my fears.
Thank you GOD...
Each night I pray to you above,
To watch out of us down here.
And this I pray with all my heart,
Everyday of each year.
Thank You GOD...


Details | Rhyme | |

Flower Power

The pistil and the stamen
stood upright and waiting
for the bee.
Honey, can you pollinate me?

The wisteria pods burst
on the cicada's feet
as off it flew
to more vines so sweet.

Every day
within the play
of insect and plant,
sex provides the wonder
of evolution's dance.


Details | Rhyme | |

PREGNANT MARE

As I looked into this picture  there was something different
There was something about this picture, something it represents
I couldn't put my finger on it, so half an hour or more was spent
Then I saw what it was and I laughed to my hearts content

The picture you took of the horse was really very good
You got a good eye for things, that is understood
In that photo you have captured the serenity of the mood
To this serene photo I had my eyes for an hour glued

Until I realized that in the photo at which I stare
Is a scene of the beauty of life that is beyond compare
A picture of a mother standing there without care
Feeling so content with life, a picture of a pregnant mare


Details | Free verse | |

Submerge Me

Leisurely walking towards it,
My heart pounds with excitement 
As I walk into this perpetual
Freedom,  

It tenderly touches my feet, as
Goosebumps begin to
Drench my body…
A shiver in my spine refreshes me, 
As hairs on the back of my neck stand up,

Its arms get closer to me
And embrace my trembling body;
 The scent of surrounding lavender flowers
Increase with the breeze,

I breathe the odor of perfection,
As the sky brightly shimmers
With the gentle light of the sun,

I spread my arms, as if I were
A free bird, a symbol of liberty;
Melodies in the air began to chant,
The harmonious mixture of feelings
Was captivating, 

I continued walking,
As it continued soothing my soul,
With its magical, delightful, wonderful
Harmonies that enchant the mind,

Venturing my life, I walked further,
Knowing how precious it is…
To me,
It’s something called everything…

I walked even further,
Feeling its sympathy…
A-h-h! Sweet empathy; it’s
 A surrounding of everlasting comfort,

Emotions poured from the sky,
Cascading into its waters…
Particles of its smooth sand
Slithered on my skin…

Its waters that reflect the gleaming sunlight,
Its azure sky, its golden sand, and
Every single aspect of it…
Sedates my soul,

“Let your waves hold me for eternity...”
For in its arms,
My sorrow no longer can be.


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Earth

Your vast stores feed the entire human race.
Yet we slap you in the face.
We destroy your beauty with our dumping and toxic waste.
We destroy the ozone protecting us from the 
harmful rays of the sun.
If we keep this up we will cause our own destruction.
We were made from you with God's own hands.
Yet we destroy your precious trees and lands.
We have enough weapons to kill all life twice.
To destroy you would be the end to all human life.
Why must we be so blind?
Our lust for power and greed
Has made us oblivious to your needs.
We must take care of you as you take care of us.
Or we will all die return to dust.
The healing of you start with each of us.
We must all do our share as rulers over you.
Our future and survival depends on how we use you.
Implement programs to clean up our mistakes.
Do what is necessary whatever it takes.


Details | Free verse | |

FEW DROPS

Dark clouds hovered around
And no one was assured 
Of the next events

The striking lighting ensued
And thunder
Slapped two birds against each other
With frightening clatters
The stage was set

And the elements waited 
Like soldiers on guard
Then the silvery ropes cascaded down
With heavy patters
That turned the deserts
Into smiling savanna. 



Alayande Stephen T.
September 12th 2005
1.05pm


Details | I do not know? | |

VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


Details | Free verse | |

Silver Cycle

In a pinch of the slenderest fingers
like tapioca beads to the wind
the mercury fog is popped.
Wild silver happenstance rains down
and settles quiet.  Quiet.
Had my pale head touched the earth
at the moment of it's impact
I would have drowned in the mist.
With slender fingers turned to roots,
hair to moss, blood to sap,
a papier-mache skin to the earth's skeleton
To be popped, by the tenderest finger's of soil embrace
drawn to the sky like tapioca beads to the wind.


Details | Rhyme | |

Precious Beauty

A piece of coal can become a diamond;
A grain of sand can form into a pearl.
Common things can change to precious beauty
Like the smallest black or white boy or girl.


Details | Verse | |

One Night In Greece

As the green-blue spread kissed horizon,
The sun died spilled on the rock,
So the crumbling salt-stained towers,
Of marble cracked rigid in shock.
Pointed fingers to clouds on Olympus,
To the old gods now centuries dead,
And their prayers and their desolate ceilings
Decayed as the heavens turned red.
The sweet juniper scents and then honey,
Flamed and bloomed dreams in the brain,
In the aniseed searing of midnight
I sat drunk at the bar once again...


Details | I do not know? | |

Belladonna

Nightshade, O how you taunt,
Seductive is your flower, dark purple, 
Give yourself over to Her night.

Wine of Circe, Sweet the sleep you give,
A kiss of intoxication, Ease the 
Passage of the soul.

Divale, Prima Ballerina of the Ballet,
Dance of La Belle Mort, Beautiful Woman,
Hers is the tango of death.

Lethal flower, make the voice rise high,
Fatal Soprano, yours is the power behind his throne,
Saccharine song of bells in your wake.

Belladonna, lustful and lusted for,
Your ambrosia is not of life,
But the kiss of death.


Details | Free verse | |

Creation's fragility

Every aspiring artist
want's to be remembered
for what they were able to give to the world
not so much , like so many other's
what they are capable of taking from the world

Who are we any way , to think we can capture
the beauty of creation , a futile possesion
even the beauty of freshly cut flowers
soon wilt away , a reminder of fragility

Creation has given a natural tendency
we all showcase an exquisite weakness
our patriarch mentality would have us forget
exchange strokes of love for the stroke of the sword

Who we are........
what we project and how we express
our inner being , is everything.......
the outer world , is where lie's temporary insanity........


Details | Narrative | |

An Autobiography of a Banyan Tree

I am a Banyan tree,
More than hundred years old,
Near a beautiful lake I stand,
In the heart of Mother Nature.

During my life span I have seen,
Days both good and bad,
I have experienced the strong forces of nature,
Surviving them courageously.

I have grown tall and strong,
By drawing nutrients from the guardian soil,
Soaking in the moist rainwater,
Bathing in the holy sunlight.

I have made some good friends who have,
Explored my heart,
Cheered up my soul,
And brightened my days.

One of my good pals is the lake,
Who has added meaning to my life,
A kinship has developed between us,
From him I have learnt the value of stillness.

I remember you well the nightingale.
You lived in a hole made in my trunk,
Many a time you have sung your melodious lyrics to me,
Providing relief to my aching heart.

I love breezy nights the most,
With the moon shining brightly in the sky,
The divided clouds passing by the moon,
And every instrument of nature showing an aura of magic!

My branches begin to dance,
My spirit awakens,
My soul becomes alive,
On hearing the hymning influences of the wind.

The Earth is a heavenly place,
The Nature is its heart,
With its mystic charms and wonders,
Has shown me a world next to impossible!

Oh god! Thanks for granting me a blessed life,
This life I have enjoyed to the fullest,
I hope I have satisfied you,
By playing my role in this universe sincerely. :)


Details | Diamante | |

From Light to Dark

sunlight warm, brilliant beaming, nourishing, inviting summer, life, winter, death creeping, withdrawing, intimidating cold, blind darkness TLH © 06-12-2012


Details | Haiku | |

The Football Match

It’s raining all day!
The kids are playing football –
They just love to play!


Details | Rhyme | |

Bamboo Tree

Bamboo Tree

26 February 2012


Evergreen tree-like green herbage
Abounding woody stems travelling upwards
In a flick, moments-of-memory refuse to cede
At the sound of rustling leaves, pay off a reverie

Pliant in face of neither storms nor monsoons
It just sways and bends but never lose its elegance
Misty outside and leafing out to commune
Submissive to nature’s onrush by its restless dance

As the wind blows in every direction
Unmindful are we to disregard nature’s course
God’s invitation to see and listen into its perfection
On how each sight and sound heal one’s scarce

Bamboo nodes strengthen its stem
Each step is a faint for its humble growth
Interaction – a never dying language for ecosystem
Find comfort to its shadows as a token of troth

Not built for eternity but new shoots will replace
To repeat its vow to shed green leaves to procreate
An inseparable companion to give refuge and embrace
For all passing guests finding a way to relate


Noel N. Villarosa


Details | Haiku | |

Shallownaturexistence

shallownaturexistence


Details | Sonnet | |

BIG MOUTH BASS

      Big-Mouth Bass
An April morning, as the climbing sun
tipped up in sight, and lit the coming day
and colored red, after a storm was done,
I cast my plug, a stinger--red and gray--

to where it looked the likely place to me,
where hides the hog--from minnows swimming by;
then feeds upon those minnows, carelessly,
as pops the sun into the morning sky.

Upon the water, mirrored flat and still,
I raise the wake, so slight--then let it lay;
and cranking in, so slowly then until
I hear the chomp--that warns he's set to play!

   And all the minnows cheer me in my quest
   of battle with my most unwilling guest!
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet


Details | Haiku | |

Children

Drop of water
In the river -
Sound of joy


Details | Blank verse | |

I Am Bored With Disenchantment

Deep, deep, deep like the old closed cold cold grave
Down in a dark chamber of loneliness
Resides this horrible and constant boredom
Never is there a slight filling this need 

Romance disappeared like misty morn fog
It was clinging wrapped like very wet tee-shirts
But slowly dried and left me wondering
What in the world has really happened here

Was not like tsunami with deadly waves
More subtle like soft splashing gentle waves
Those of low tide on a very calm day
Romance gone__disenchantment here remains

Contest:"I Am Bored With____"
Sponsor: Linda-Marie
Written by:Sara Kendrick


Details | Couplet | |

Living the Dream

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


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The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Personification | |

And Nature Spoke to Me

I pulled my aching body
Outside to get Vitamin D
The beauty of my back yard
Filled me with jubilee

And as I turned up my face
To soak up each golden ray
I heard strange sweet voices
That added joy to my day

And the sun spoke to me
As he blazed down from the sky…
“Like me you must be strong
And warm those who pass by”

And the wind spoke to me
As it played with my hair…
“Like the Holy Spirit of God
I’m here and everywhere.”

And the birds spoke to me
With their blissful little tweets…
“Open your heart to friends
They will give you many treats”

And the blossoms spoke to me
In fuchsia garments of spring…
“See the thorns by our sides?
Be prepared for all life brings.”

And the grass spoke to me
As it lay yellow on the ground
“Let love water your soul
So new life in you may be found.”

And the sky spoke to me
In azure tones of love…
“I’m endless as you can see
Free to fly is the peace dove.”

And the clouds spoke to me
As they sailed up in the sky…
“Let the worries that you have
Like us just drift on by”

And the pine trees spoke to me
As their scent filled the air…
“Stand tall like us and know
Gods help is always there.”

Today, all nature spoke to me
In a mother’s tone so kind
My heart heard every word
And I found my peace of mind.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | Verse | |

Evidence Of Rain

The dense fog drapes all like a soft wool shawl
Morn's sun tries to peek through silver gray clouds
But those game roosters crow long_their pride show
God's creatures sing praise some soft_others loud
Rippled clouds (like sands upon a beach lands)
Float upon the eastern sky enshrouded
Caught up in this dense damp fog_ rain's evidence  

Kipling Style Work
First try at this stlye
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
Contest: In The Kipling Manner
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Haiku | |

A Farmer's Tale

pale silken strands sway
tickling the warm breezy air
honey wheat wands dance

prosperity flows
nourishing life on the farm
drought came and all died

TLH  ©  05-31-2012

Haiku/Senryu


Details | Tanka | |

Poetry Shared

Ocean draws me love
Come, come relax as waves tap
Toes, pelicans, gulls

Fun floating face down
Snorkel, mask, strange ocean clown
Below fish dart, chase
Look for love, food, fun, frolic
Similiar needs_fish~humans

Love, food, fun, frolic,friendship
Fish congregate in close schools
Human congregate in needs
Needs as poetry shared



Contest:"Fun & Frolic"
Sponsor:Linda-Marie
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Free verse | |

Agree to Disagree

                                               
                                               Mankind's greatest
                                                 accomplishment...
                                                       
                                                      

                                                      is death.


Details | Free verse | |

Heart of the Sea

           Essence of salt and waves crashing
           The World of the Sea has a heart
            Careful not to offend thee ~

            The spills of oil , nuclear waste
             Drilling and mistakes, 
           Man infused sewage and waste 

           The capture of Fish while Dis guarding a life of a Dolphin
           The Sea and its very Mystery is crying as all fish dying
           Is there a place and time where we stop and love what was given

          The Heart of the Sea not to ever be underestimated
          For when sadden great wrath will fall in sequence with wind
          Water and Wind can create its Heart broken fiercely without mercy

          What have we done to create this disharmony 
           It is not hard to see as Tsunamis and Hurricanes such as Katrina unfold
           It is the Heart of the Sea Broken , The heart of the Sea Spoken 
    
           We hear her Heart , we feel her wrath , 
                The Heart Of The Sea ...this Heart cries 
                    This Heart is angry , will we take responsibility ?


Details | Ode | |

Hi Mom

Weather is poised to slap us into submission.
Threatening with the largest storm in history
To make us aware of her power to destroy
And yet, here on the cusp of history, 
battened down
well stocked
Do I yet love Nature
With all of her wild and beautiful ways.
Her seas have been there for me in my times
Of Loss
And Need
Ever showing me the vastness of her being
She has ever been the Way
In all her present tense
My wilder spirit rises in answer to her challenges
Enhancing my life daily.


Details | Limerick | |

Cheaper To Keep Her (Divorce Club)

(Haiku)- * Motive, infidelity messing with the Queen Bee's Honey*

Queen Bee sits on throne,
Bumble and drone bees as one
Sample flowers dew

------------------------

(Limerick) - *Admission of guilt leads to compensation*

Indeed this is how the story unfolds,
Pete said, "It's a poor rat with only one hole"...
Love had taught a sad lesson;
Divorce court was now in session,
Judge rules favor, Pete's pockets full of holes...

----------------------------

(Couplet) - *Take vows seriously payback often belongs to Spouse - Queen Bee*

Love said, "Pete too late you've opened your peepers"....
"Man, you should know it was cheaper to please her"!






Submitted for P.D.'s Divorce Club Contest (Haiku-Limerick-Couplet)


Details | Villanelle | |

Blooms of Color

A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
delights the eye and heart and mind with sights which make us sigh,
blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

The forest's filled by morning light in amber and citrine
reveals the white tail doe who leaps, as blackbirds sound the cry.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between.

Upon the mossy shore of playful brook the  frogs careen
leaping past the level pads of water lilies pink near bye.
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.

And men exist to fill a niche from onyx to casein
our skins transformed by natures heat under foreign skies.
A cherished world of light and dark and colors in between
Blooms red, to pink, to lavender, to orange, blue, and green.




Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Haiku | |

Birth of a butterfly

I struggle and strive
I pump persevering flow  
I knew I could fly

© Brenda V Northeast 18th may 2012
For Gail Doyles- Inspirational contest


Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Rhyme | |

Sun On Treetops

When the sun gently kisses horizon
 Bouncing and bubbling with firey red cheeks
Signals  morn on memory  emblazon
While sunlight dances, my love soft lips seeks

Aroma of coffee wafts on morn's air
As the dove's quiet cooing, their love to seek
Sun on treetops has red kisses to share
Lover_ in morn's sunbeams snuggles will sneak

Delight the sun has brought; wind kisses sought
Great day_ animals rejoice; as sunbeams
Lighting, enlighting, delighting, free thought
Good mornings are filled with many daydreams

While old lovers touch blushing cheek to cheek
Nights are for sleeping ; dreams_lovers for morn
When embrace again_ under covers peek
As the sun kisses horizon love's born

(Rhyming scheme a,b,a, b)


Details | Haiku | |

butterflies rise up

butterflies rise up thunderous clapping of wings the rose bushes sway
Russell Sivey


Details | Haiku | |

Homecoming

River flows.... Musk filled air.... Homecoming

Ellip Contest
© 2-11-2013


Details | Personification | |

WAKE UP WORLD

HELLO WORLD I SEE YOU SHINING IN THE CLEAR BLUE SKY WAITING FOR THE CLOUDS TO CRY.

OH WORLD I KNOW THAT YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU WITH ALL THE POLLUTION GOING ON INSIDE AND ALL AROUND YOU.

YOUR BEAUTY IS FADING AWAY WITH ALL THE VIOLENCE AND POLLUTION IN YOUR SURROUNDINGS.

I NEVER EXPECTED YOU TO COME TO THIS CONCLUSION BUT ONE DAY YOUR BEAUTY WILL SHINE ONCE AGAIN.

NO MORE GREEDY POLITICIANS,CROOKED MINISTERS OR CRIMINALS.

YOU WILL SHINE WITH RIGHTEOUS PEOPLE INSIDE OF YOU WHO WILL NEVER HARM YOU AND WILL LET YOUR BEAUTY FLOW WITH THE RIVERS.

PEACE AND HARMONY WILL SURROUND YOU IN ALL THAT YOU WERE MEANT FOR.

SO WAKE UP WORLD DO YOU SEE WHAT YOU ARE DOING TO MOTHER EARTH SHE IS CRYING ON THE INSIDE AND SCREAMING ON THE OUTSIDE FOR HER CHILDREN TO LOVE AND BE IN UNITY.


Details | Free verse | |

It's a Snail's Life

There is everything ugly about the little creepy snail
he delivers the slime scraping his foot. Maybe it’s his small,
pea size shrunken brain or those tiny eyes, or the way 
he slinks on his flat foot that squirms underneath  
his round tubular body with black eyes on the tips
of the long tentacles two, on his cold little head.

Two more short tentacles are upon the pointed head.
with the shorter pair for feeling around the park. The snail
has two long tentacles that hold his eyes on the tips.
At three years old they lay white eggs so white and small
which stick to them and are buried in the ground underneath.
Holes he digs to hide his body safely tucked away

from foes who know he’s tasty, so he goes on his way.
Piercing black eyes on top of his loathsome head,
s/he is a hermaphrodite with equipment  underneath.
The shell reproduces itself, alone like other snails.
His radula is rough and grainy but still, a foot very small
with a row of tiny teeth which eats leaves on the tips.

If he falls over, struggling, his whole world tips.
Unfortunately he can’t get up having no legs anyway.
So what could be worse than to live life as a snail?
There are African snails who are 15 inches toe to head,
while the body is 2lbs of protein we boil and eat snails
who are harvested by hand in the ground underneath.

He flourishes as a pest in the dirty ground underneath.
The shell slimes along without instruction or tips.
What could be worse than to live life as a snail?
Destroying crops he eats root, stems and fruit on his way,
but if a dog eats the snail there’s death to his head.
A mythical figure and a symbol of deadly sin, so small

he has small dreams, but at church he generously tips,
with holy expectations, underneath he knows the way
to his heart and his head as a martyr enduring life as a snail.


Details | Ballade | |

BALLADE TO MATURE BEAUTY

Easy comes beauty in youth’s natural spring,
But with age its mellow dimensions grow.
Like to a bud, a full bloom, age will bring.
With grace its beauty does ebb and glow,
Its liberty allows its new functions to show.
Mature beauty is and will be admired always,
Youth’s beauty and its esteem goes to and fro,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Mature beauty has a melody to sing,
And this it releases so that you will know,
The elegance and blessing of its echo’s ring.
The evidence of a mind is part of its show,
For it opens tastefully with a view to bestow.
Ageless beauty never lacks for praise.
The beauty of life’s spring may lose its glow,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


In poetry and melody its praises we bring,
For mature beauty’s many dimensions we know.
With fervid dignity I see it take to wing,
Giving the young buds an inspiring show.
May you long guide youth as they grow,
Leading them in elegance the celestial ways.
So youth will  know how easy beauty may go,
But ageless deeper beauty has endless days.


Now young buds aspire to full blooms grow,
And become worthy of nature’s timeless praise.
Allow your charm in majesty and grace to glow,
And may your ageless beauty have endless days.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

A Sweet Sublime

Oh, endings are a sweet sublime, crisp with longing,
a joyous confection of ripe orchards and hay fields
bursting on the senses plump with summer's yield
and so the Fall's a summer love belonging...

belonging now to branch, to bough, to wind belonging
remnant leaves full blooded block blows like shields   
and golden stalks march across blue skied cornfields 
Oh, what sweet ending makes warm prolonging?

Oh, prolong the morning dew, too soon it turns frost.
Let the scent of concord grape on trellised vine cling 
among the morning glories grasp criss-crossed 
for Fall is best beloved while summer sings
and winter belays it's use of killing frost
for Autumn's glory's brief while summer lingers.


Date: Aug. 14, 2012


Details | Haiku | |

As My Math Tutor's Late

          Looking from my desk,
One plus one equals two birds-
                    Chasing each other.


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Lyric | |

Untitled #246 / Go wild

“Go wild with me”


Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt
10/3/2013


Details | Rhyme | |

A Loving Kiss Slipshod

The fire alarm went off
Water sprinklers came on
Near pups will not writeoff
Pups are my obsession

The floor and walls hotter
Dry hot air_no way out
Get faint start to totter
There's crash on door without

Master early today
He will care for me_pups
We can count on him to stay
His love grows in all ways

It's not him crash through door
He spots me; as I survey him
Shiver with pups on floor
He reaches_ touches rim

Container where pups lay
Places  in  pocket on coat
Fireman works swiftly this day
Concerned person take note

Who's here_need to be moved
Swiftly fireman moves now
To safety takes them improved
Flames leap; gone_  puppy chow

My life_pups was limited
Our time totally up
To be annihiliated
Fireman saved me _pups

My one_ only method 
To say to him thanks_thanks
Is  loving kiss slipshod
As he pets my scorched flank

(slipshod in this case:careless or messy)


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku - X 12 - GOLD -



                                      Gold and green forests
                                     The forests we cut down
                                   Gold is investors' safe harbor







17.03.2013
A-L  Andresen :)


Details | Ode | |

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Verse | |

A Sweet Little Secret In The Garden


                                          Working in the garden
                                         The sun is on the wane
                                     and it is approaching evening
                                       Down by the garden fence
                                         I throw some compost
                                 Hear something that moves slowly
                                        Wonder what it might be
                              I stand for a while as quiet that I can be
                       Out of the leaves comes a small nose protruding
                                          Who are you I wonder
                                      Weird, funny sounds I hear
                        Slowly comes my garden guest out of the leaves
                         Rolling round, small cute feet, pink little nose
                                        and a body full of spikes
                                    Such a cute hedgehog you are
                                You are very welcome in my garden







02.06.2012
A-L Andresen


Details | List | |

Words

Christmas
Tree
Christ 
Spirit
Celebrate
Season
Angel
Manger
Manger
North Star
Sheperds


Details | Free verse | |

Red Tulips

Owing you a letter,
No time,
A postcard for now.

I picked the one with a bright red tulip,
I thought about your yellow ones,
The ones with red streaks.
They sound beautiful.

My tulip plants have two buds.
One bloomed
But was sun bleached pink,
The other didn’t open at all.

The drought still takes it’s toll,
Even into spring.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Temptress Of The Cliff

The heaven's lanterns she commands,
The harmony of ocean's harp.
Her moonlit shadow firmly stands,
And merges at the hem of scarp.

As I approach, afraid to speak,
Her illustration disappears.
Alone I brave the mountain peak,
Her cosmic voice still in my ears.

Express'd within the spectral mist,
Her tender kiss, conveyed so soft.
And on her words, I do subsist;
A multitude of miles aloft.

I then behold the sight surreal,
And ponder secretly my choice:
"Shall I take flight? (My fate I'll seal),
Or will I die a silent voice?"

My reasoning was then postponed.
Her beck'ning gaze that I adhere,
Came back to seize my love, dethroned.
Her sympathy was so austere.

I saw the sky, in half was split.
Beheld the universe immense.
Her fragrance rendered counterfeit
In face of harsh liquid incense.


I spied the Owl in the monsoon,
And glimpsed the Lark with grace outdone.
The former dancing with the moon,
The latter weeping for the sun.


And in her treason, I confide,
In holding on to but her arm.
The temptress of the cliff, my bride,
Will keep me far away from harm.

And so we danced on sky-high rocks,
The temptress of the cliff and I.
Disregarding all the clocks
That once beguiled us from the sky.

And on this cliffside masterpiece,
I felt my life was then complete.
With all my joy and inner peace,
I plunged a hundred-thousand feet.

She stood there singing to the draft,
High up that rocky balcony.
With her success, she cruelly laughed
At my stalemate epiphany.

Temptation preys on ill of wit.
So brook your life's pathetic tiff.
Above all things, do not submit
To her, the temptress of the cliff.


Details | Haiku | |

SNOWNSENSE

 WONDERLAND OF SNOW

White powdery wisps

Instead of the morning dew...

Winter's Wonderland


       * * *

  SNOW ANGEL

Walking past the park

Wings made with childlike passion

Angelic Image


       * * *

   SNOW  SNOW  SNOW

Whitened droplets

Falling from gray clouds above

Catch one on your tongue


        * * * 

       SNOW

White covers the ground

Trouble starting the blower

Shovel time...again


       * * *

   JACK FROST

Chilled air on glass

Panes painted with icy hues

Scenes from Jack's palette.









Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Heart of Paradise

Beneath these rocks beats an ancient heart.
In this mountain the most important part.
It pumps the life giving nutrients to the air.
The rhythm of the ages where earthquakes start.

The blue of the sky is so very rare.
Makes one think that there is life without a care.
Enjoying a moment neath the trees so green.
Makes me want to spend eternity there.

Life has always been so peaceful and serene.
Most of the time there is like a dream.
Listening to the bees in the flowers hum.
Paradise perfected and on that I'll lean.


*Rubaiyat Form for John Freeman's contest


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Sound of music

I'm lost in the sound,

lost in the music,

trapped in the decibel,

caged by the keys,

hidden in the rhythm.

The maze of harmony 

complicates my gyrations

controls my movements.

Encore, over and again
is the pattern of this composition

I'm lost in the sound,

i dont wanna be found.


Details | Ballade | |

In love with life

In love with it all

I’m in love with all of it
I haven’t got much wealth
I guess I’m getting older now
I’m running down on health
But I’m in love with all of it
Every blade of grass, each tree
I love it with my heart and soul
I adore its mystery.

Everything in life excites me
I don’t know why this be
But I don’t suffer anymore
With depressive misery
Within my world I am a king
Cause I have everything
Every day is dear to me
Each moment makes my heart sing.

That golden Sun there in the sky
Is looking down on me
As he colors all with wondrous glory
Creating so much mystery
As here I sit, so all alone
The whistling soothes my soul
As canary, caged, just sings for me
And the morning feels so whole.

16 September 2013 @ 1125hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



Details | Haiku | |

Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Red Cardinals Comes

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                                                   Red Cardinal comes
                                              First female male eat suet_
                                                    Gentleman inborn


Details | Free verse | |

A Yellow Back Spider



You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty


Details | Haiku | |

SCIURIDAE


                            

   
                                                                 A squirrel that is
                                          recumbent on the road, is
                                                            destined to road-kill.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT

06-05-2012


Details | Sestina | |

Tree and me

Sitting under a tree, old and grey
No flowers to bloom, leaves falling down
Birds desert the nests, no one to play around
The clouds are around, they hold no charm
Gave shade to many, no one to shade us
Waiting to fall one day, are we made for each other?


Details | Rhyme | |

Season's Round

Summer sunshine in her hair
The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s promise buried there
Hints of Spring therein lies

The Autumn moon in her eyes
Winter’s snow upon her skin
The seeds of Spring wait to rise
To field the Summer once again

Winter’s snow upon her skin
Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s vow to come again
Until Autumn takes its place

Spring flowers to grace her face
Summer’s sunshine in her hair
Autumn hints leave bare a trace
That Winter’s cold will follow there


Details | Villanelle | |

Storm Approaches

The light is absorbed within the great wall The darkness fills all that’s here completely The light condenses, becomes the dark call Rain comes crashing in with clouds quite tall There seems to be lots of insanity The light is absorbed within the great wall The wind blows, it whips around on a ball Hopelessness hits a few, fear hits many The light condenses, becomes the dark call It’s so dark, and so slick you sure might fall Sour look is from lack of tranquility The light is absorbed within the great wall Fortress that the storm emits makes you crawl The dark sky makes sure it’s light you can’t see The light condenses, becomes the dark call Storm rages, nothing about this is small Light fades fast within the dark certainly The light is absorbed within the great wall The light condenses, becomes the dark call
Russell Sivey


Details | Villanelle | |

Soft Ripples

The soft ripples flow across the small lake The stagnant water reflects the mountains Where the water lies I see for my sake Sure mindful of beauty with give and take The water carries much delight within The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s not enough flow to leave a shore wake It’s the best graced water that’s ever been Where the water lies I see for my sake Birds fly high looking for a bit of cake Seeing the lake below where it began The soft ripples flow across the small lake There’s just truth in the water nothing fake Water shows its path along the fixed land Where the water lies I see for my sake The land holds the water where it does rake The water reflects just like a large tin The soft ripples flow across the small lake Where the water lies I see for my sake
Russell Sivey


Details | Ballade | |

BALLADE OF ETERNAL BLISS

Here the sun shines soft and warm—
Caressing all in vales and on hill—
It gives a glow to every inherent form—
And reveals for every eye a thrill.
Of here they never get their fill—
For this is Bliss, an endless treasure—
Where our dream is the Lord’s will—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


The garden is a lush, green platform—
Big blooms with the fluffiness of chenille—
Songbirds’ music raise a storm—
Their feathered robes fill the bill.
Wings spread they fly away at freewill—
Along the curvy course of the river—
They seek the Lord’s grace with skill—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


The dream cottage, fancy for the norm—
With a stone paved path to the doorsill—
A neat little shelter from the storm—
Has a spice garden for basil and dill.
And there’s a gazebo for time to kill--
For when gardenwork calls for leisure—
Or even for the blessing of a drizzle—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


To some this vision may instill—
A yearning for the bliss in nature—
But the Lord is sovereign still—
And God rules by His divine pleasure.


Details | Sestina | |

Soft Edges Free Hedges

The fog slowly creeps its dampness covers everything
All of nature now fuzzy around its wet edges
Fog settles like damp blanket 'pon the hedges

Wind tossed pines' sighs float through the hedges
The Dove's sudden coo lifts spirits of everything
Still no red sun seen lifting gray from the edges

Humans are confused_still damp around edges 
They seek a life of gratifying hedges
Who don't want to work but desire everything

They want free everything_soft edges with all hedges

Inspired by Andrea Dietrich
Contest: Introducing Tritina ( a new poetry form for you!)
Written this 24th day of February 2013
Not an entry....


Details | Lyric | |

Flight Of The Seagull

I see you up there flying in the sky of majestic winged one,
your wing span is so wide, you dip your wings now and then
just to see what the wind is doing, Your head lifts up to see,
as your steely eyes look from side to side.
You cannot afford to get it wrong,
or you could fly off course and hit the ground.
You calculate so carefully, but not on paper, like us, not you,
Your head is what you use to think through all the things you have to do.

Your feathers had all been fluffed about,
when you were caught in a nasty gale.
You had thrashed about and it made you shout
as it grabbed your pure white tail.
Now you are soaring up to the sky,
where you're dwarfed by the mighty blue whale.
The people on the ground don't know,
how much stress a seagull goes through.

When you are pushed around by a wind so fierce,
you have to hang on with all your might.
Just to keep yourself from falling from the sky,
during such a hairy scaring flight.
I watch you dive into the sea ,
to catch the fish that want for tea.
You dive in and grab it with your beak,
then wait patiently, for the next to pick.

With a grace and style so neat,
you dive in and claim your delicate feast.
You have to do this very quick,
because a big wave could make you sink.
Your fisherman friend Joe is due,
you know his boat, its painted bright blue.
You watch for his mast as it nears the point,
and as he enters the bay, get into position to wait,
for him to cut up the catch of the day.

Sometimes I wish I could fly away too,
across the oceans you soar over so blue,
I would fly to a place that was away
from the hustle and bustle back home.
I would chase all the other birds there in the sky,
that are also all alone.
You must see many things on your flights,
when you fly over land, sea and shore.
I love to see you soar through the sky,
Until I can' t see you up there anymore.



Details | Quintain (English) | |

Seasons On The Mississippi

Mighty curving snake courses
Monstrous volume Mississippi
Like great dark horses
That in the spring feels zippy
Whose frozen waters now like ornithopappi


Contest entry:Five Lines Down
Sponsor: Brian Strand


Details | Quatrain | |

PAINTING LIFE

You have led me     beside the azure seas
to see the crimson coral     of the fallen leaves
so like the rainbows      that exist within our kin
the colors that lay      upon our souls within
 
There drifts our souls       in  the shades and hue
where we slip the streams       of the colors blue
or light their soul      in softest shades of yellow
when in company as       delighted companions fellow
 
Or quietly lay in shells      still and tinged of pale grey
like the clouds that hang         within the low of day
or to climb the hills      the foliage with its glistening sheen
are painted trees and meadows      in the depths of green
 
Here in life the blooms         that every spectrum see
and offered us its view      the veneer of  eternity
and not so transparent          the crystals of our glass
and our lives the shadows           of pigments cast
 
The cosmetic gloss         that we can wear like makeup
that dyes the actions     which our souls we take up
some like varnish     are just cover for what is dull
like the iron and the steel     that contains our hull
 
But the tints     that wash and stain our soil
can be the colors    swirling within the gleams of oil
where they run together    as the eddy's in the water
there each soul its    colors is contained a single star   

COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Rhyme | |

Tainted Butterfly

This is my life, don't you see Pure jealousy has taken over me My wings clipped and my neck broken The demon inside of me has awoken You left me heart and soul for the last time Your words spoken as I caused the true crime My body dies down and the cold breaks me down Once upon my head, now on the ground a shattered crown My lungs seize to take in more air But i tell myself... he doesn't care... I take my last breath and close my eyes My heart says goodbye to the mournful cries They all stand around and look down at me there Some say I deserved it, some say is was unfair An untimely death was one I was destined to behold But this death was certainly... the most utterly cold Hand placed upon my chest and my body dressed all in black The memories of my in their hearts begin to lack Lowered below the ground my body is taken Never again for the butterfly to awaken


Details | Sonnet | |

A Ripple In Time

A whiffle ball flew into the calm air Over and above the peaceful lake there Losing its strength it fell onto the pond And then allowing a ripple to bond The ripples moved on across the calm lake Moving bugs off the surface of its wake The ripple moved the beautiful plant-life Not an object on the pond suffered strife Some lilies were displaced from the motion They were forced onward, a dancing notion The children hadn’t noticed it forming So subtle it moves, never alarming Swiftly the wind moved the ball to the side Kids pick it up, don’t see the waves beside
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "A Ripple In time" contest 4/23/2013


Details | Blank verse | |

Cedars of Lebanon

Tree of honor born from the cedars of Lebanon
No seed does it drop and it not know where
Absorbing the heat to provide a haven of shade
Seasons and storms cause no threat
No cutting words can perpetrate its bark
A sapling mirrors its sway in the daystar’s light
Majestic and true, august and firm
Friendly and kind always waving never wavering
Never can the seed of this produce anything but a Cedar of Lebanon


Details | Terzanelle | |

Silent Beauty

The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
I smile in wonder at the scene sublime.
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.

I wish to hold this moment for all time—
The beauty of the flowers full in bloom.
I smile in wonder at the scene sublime.

There is no need for dustpan, rake, or broom.
The roses in their glory make me cry—
The beauty of the flowers full in bloom.

I want to understand why when I spy
Upon this garden planted by a man
The roses in their glory make me cry.

It must be all a part of God's own plan
To show the awesome beauty He creates
Upon the garden planted by a man.

When I discern the plot, my thoughts abate—
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.
To show the awesome beauty He creates,
The silence now pervades my soul and mind.


Details | Haiku | |

(California) Snow

origami dreams - snowflakes of the past back home - wish I were with you...
for SKAT's Haiku contest


Details | Ode | |

From the Shepherd to His Flock: a Parody of Lord Byron's ''She walks in beauty''

THEY graze in beauty on the land
     of grassy glades and dewy dales,
and all that's best of dark and tanned
     meets in their aspect and their tails;
thus mellowed to that tender hand
     which Shepherd to gentle glen compels.

One fleece the more, one hair the less,
     had half repaired the shearless grace
which wreathes in every woolen tress
     or darkly tightens o'er their face,
where mouths serenely sweet express
     how pure, how dear their grazing-place.

And on that rump and o'er that round
     so strong, so firm, yet elegant,
the baas that win, the hooves that bound,
     but tell of days in meadows spent—
a flock at peace with all around,
     a drove whose milk is innocent.


01/26/2014, "First Poem On Soup" Contest







Details | Elegy | |

Life

A gentle breeze
Forever remembered
A luscious glade
Cold under your feet

A rich blue sky
Seemingly unreal 
Beautifully arousing aromas
Tasting without touch

Pleasingly soft sand
To bathe yourself in
A sensuous bed of leaves
To wrap yourself in

A pleasurably warm ocean
Stimulating your senses
Lustful love
Forever wanting

Incapacitating desire 
Depriving your concentration
You lose yourself
In natures tempting ways

Seducing you to stay


Details | Ballad | |

The moon

The summer passed so fast
I thought you and I would never last
You told me our memories won’t be just a blast
Ever was I the one to doubt our past.

Clouds were soon hiding the sun
The difficult hadn’t even yet begun
I saw your shadow everywhere I went
I guess that’s just how much you meant.

But even in the darkest hour
The moon was there-a source of power
And each look made you feel so near
A dream to chase the presence of my fear…


Details | Free verse | |

Unifying Theories of Chemistry

Unifying Theories of Chemistry 

Plants react in synthesis
Stimulations sunlight
Breathing the winds causes
Through fluid chains
Reproducing flowering responses

And systematically chemistries
Drive in attractions of curiosity
Stranger love crushes
To your ignition sexual A-symmetry
Produces adrenaline's certain heat
And senses blood pounding

So photosynthetic initiates
The A.T.P. of chemical currency
Splits living links furthering
More simple to more complex
Colour element changing
Leaf green to red Anthocyanin

As well as a suntan
Skins concourse in molecules
Precipitates and reverberates
The bonded genome of D.N.A.
Creating myriad form
Tangent on thoughts
Even dreams
Evolve chemical reactions 

While sun by sea explodes
Atomically
The light amino manifestation
Walks among trees
Respiring in cycles
Of exchanging formulations
Alchemy of oxygen’s infusing

And well with emotion
Binds its stanza’s of interpretation
Given word then
Another descriptions connection
To connection
Connected
By a star lights birth

Indivisible this “All” travels
Forth and back to a
Higher or lower osmotic pressure
And back and forth
Between lovers
As waves drawn to beaches
By the gentle pull
Of sands moon distracted
Infatuated affair
With the Earth

This chemistry of love
The chemical of life
Patterns intricate mazes
In a micro-cosmos
Of eternal meaning
And a baby
Is born

While the boundless eternity
Moves and collects
Responsive concurring
Dust mote intercepts
From wide eyes stares
Which interpret
A scene
Of its own manifest beauty

Even in tears of sadness
The ceretonine balances
To intercede with memories
Moments of happiness
The infinite qualification
Of chemical reaction
Clues us in
Yet again
To this fundamental

Unity
 



 


Details | Verse | |

Enjoy it with Pleasure



                                 We are all waithing for Spring
                               Spring is fresh after a long winter
                                  Winter are so long and cold
                         We hunger after the sun and heating days
                           Come Spring, my dear, we need you now
                                  Winter dormancy is over now
                              Dress the world in Spring flowers
                           Sorrows and worries are easier to bear
                            when the the day is sunny and good
                                It is as if our life begins anew
                             Buds arising out in all their delight
                         Come May you lovely mild, with heating
                                     breeze and sunny days
                        It feels so good to take off the winter coat
                                 Enjoy Spring with pleasure.








                  * 17. May is Norway`s national day. - Hurray for 17.May!



17. May 2012
A-L Andresen


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Free verse | |

Pledge Of Allegiance, Revisited

I Pledge Allegiance
a solemn vow of obedience, from the earliest age of grievance,
when found deliverance, one people, united against tyranny and intolerance,
become the model of democracy and toleration

To The Flag
the symbol of once colonization come together in celebration,
a new unconquerable nation, a successful castration,
of oppression and dictation

Of The United States Of America
a conglomeration of peoples form one nation,
13 colonies a single relation, one voice, one oration,
tread on me, expect retaliation

And To The Republic
a democracy, its creation, the Constitution, its foundation,
agreeable to all  in origination, fiercely guarded against demolition,
militarization, and impregnation, over all these years, still on station
 
For Which It Stands
the protector of all oppressed lands, the world over she lends a hand,
her signature, her blood, in foreign sand

One Nation
from sea to sea, whether rich or poor, some vocal, others, chose to ignore,
those who guard the shore, those who knock on heavens door,
one nation, esprit de corps

Under God
in a time when belief was strong, today, should not be wrong,
having been with us so very long, a few may sing a different song,
most will believe, as they have, all along

Indivisible
one, as a whole number, cannot be divided by any other,
many have tried under guise of brother, only to be denied by the mother

With Liberty And Justice For All
the means to end all oppression, infinitely wrong with transgression,
succession, regression, and repression along

Our Pledge of Allegiance
a pledge of a nation, a history profound, one indivisible number,
all it takes, to be no longer allowed





Details | Sonnet | |

Destiny's Perch

In the near future, I am going to add it all up into one big sum.
In the meantime, I am going to gather and collect my own space.
I will sift through seeds or weeds and present an enormous case.
But for sure I will hold onto every single yellow chrysanthemum.

In the near future, I am going to roll it all up sealing it by my thumb.
In the meantime, I am going to sit here with every turned about face.
I will drift through time rewinding the hands back to a God of Grace.
But for sure I will give the world a place my heart is triumphing from. 

Quickly, I will come to you,
And instantly I will be gone.
But injustice shall never do.
Nor shall a lie be my spawn.

Or at the least not on my expedient silver polished dime,
And certainly not while sitting on destiny’s perch in time!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2009


Details | Haiku | |

Red Cardinal Sits

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                                           Red Cardinal Sits
                                    Frozen water in birdbath....
                                    Peck, peck, head back drink


Details | Quatrain | |

The Tigers Eye

My Canon SLR, is set, night light on, but it’s only still dusk
Positioned waiting hoping for the promised elephant with tusk
Crouching low a rustling in the hot scrub grass close by
I turn slowly hoping, but look straight into a tigers golden eye…

An overpowering smell my nostrils do detect
A deathly smell of blood, on my life I do reflect
The eye of the tiger with its golden hue
He seems so neat, almost manicured too…

The white stripes round his wide open eyes
The crackle of dry grass, the buzz of the flies
The sweat does drip, down my nose
My heart beats fast, the shutter won’t close.

His small ears on such a large head do mesmerise me
The long, long whiskers twitch, so I believe it is a he.
Do I move? Do I breathe? What am I to do?
A tiger with black pupils, why didn't I bring a crew.

Looking through my lens, I see his nose twitch a little bit
I am on his menu it was then the shutter did click
I’m drenched in sweat; he lowers to pounce, this will be goodbye
My prayers are said, my life relived, I know it’s time to die…

Straight through the lens, but what I really did not see
He’s looking to my side, my prayers are answered it isn't me
A sigh escapes, I dare to breathe, I turn as slowly as I dare…
That’s when I spot a flock of gazelle; one of them will be his fare

© 26/11/2012 ~GG~

  Contest Entry for: Viewing Life Through A Lens


Details | Rhyme | |

Red Roses

Their petals are falling as their colors change
It wasn’t this way before but is it strange?
These roses are dying in delicate sweet sorrow
Will their love shed too? Or will it see tomorrow?
Petals and love falling slow like soft snowflakes
A little change in season is all it takes,
But will these roses bloom again in a new morn?
Will their love come back to greatly adorn?

Will their beauty be gone forever once it fades away?
Or will it come back to make everything okay?
For what will the roses be worth if their beauty dies forever?
Will the image and value from them permanently sever?
Will the light in their eyes suddenly become dark?
As their splendor and significance steadily grow stark? 
Or will they rise like light at the beginning of dawn?
And be reborn more beautiful than a swan?



Details | Free verse | |

White Night

O sleepless dawn
These streets spread along
Jump jump jump
This rope of sleep
I want to stay awake
And smile at the sun
As it hurts my eyes
Why leave on me 
When the rest are asleep
O sleepless dawn

Your moisture crawls 
On my head and feet
And damps my clothes
And licks my cheeks
Why leave on me
O sleepless dawn
When the rest are asleep

I want to wander aimlessly
In the morning light
Like a moth would roam
Around a neon light
I want to sit on cars
And catch some sight
Of slumbering eyes
O sleepless dawn
I want to stay awake
When the rest are asleep

I want to scratch my
Ears and sit on dirt
Perhaps walk barefoot
On this sullen earth
I want to sprint and sweat
And break and flee 
O sleepless dawn
Why leave on me


As I watch your rays
In the sky break free
With shadows dancing
Inside of me 
I want to be alone
In this secluded delight
O sleepless dawn
Why not hide your light
From all the rest that
Are asleep


Details | Free verse | |

The Bleeding Roses

Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless and jealous...

 

Pink roses communicate sweetness,

Pink roses radiate elegance,

However, they are often unthankful...

 

Orange roses have desire,

Orange roses show their pride,

However, they are often impassive...

 

Purple roses are majestic,

Purple roses express love at first sight,

However, they are often repulsed and unenchanted...

 

Green roses are harmonious,

Green roses carry hope,

However, they are often unpeaceful...

 

Blue roses like dreaming,

Blue roses are imaginative,

Blue roses desire to know the unknown,

Blue roses are mysterious,

However, they are often elusive and unattainable...

 

Red roses are emotional,

Red roses are devotional,

Red roses are respectful,

However, they are often remorseful, sorrowful and mistaken...

 

Gold roses are occassional,

Gold roses like memories,

Gold roses are preserved,

However, they are often misinterpreted and confused...

 

White roses are pure,

White roses have innocence,

White roses are spiritual,

White roses carry secrecy,

However, they are often arrogant...

 

Silver roses are rare,

Silver roses like to grow,

Silver roses convert fantasy into reality,

However, they are often lost and uneasy,

But they seem unpredictable and mystical...

 

Black roses are mysterious,

Black roses are rebirth,

However, they often remain elusive,

They often symbolize death and loss,

But they are unpredictable and silent,

Though, they are often harmed...

 

Roses in  the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

But now roses swirled and twirled...

 

Although, now peach roses are lying,

Yellow roses turning jealous and browned,

Pink roses being unsweet and unthankful,

Orange roses being impulsive and compulsive,

Purple roses being repulsed and revulsed,

Green roses losing hope and harmony,

Blue roses being undiscovered and lost,

Red roses being regretful and voided,

Gold roses bewildered and confused,

White roses losing purity and innocence,

Silver roses turning black and unused,

And black roses silenced and unborn...

 

All there is to see are roses vanishing,

Roses burning,

Roses trembling,

Roses surviving,

Roses aching,

Roses battling,

Roses crying,

Roses suffering,

Roses drowning,

Roses drying,

Roses fading,

Roses trying,

Roses wiltering...

 

All there is to feel are roses withering,

In a bed of bleeding roses...


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The Landscape of a Soul

The landscape of a soul is
A valley of uncertainty 
Beneath a mountain of woes,
A river of doubt
Carving a path between
A desert of despair
And a forest laden with shortcomings.
This is the trek of a lifetime.
A journey laced with 
A sense of impending doom, 
With nothing but the path ahead
To supply a glimmer of hope.
But we,
The dreamers,
Delve into these trenches of mystery
And despair,
Knowing that we
May discover riches beyond compare,
But just as well meet our end
Along the way.
For we know how remarkable it is,
That one can miss so much
With our feet set forward
Our eyes to the ground
And our mind lost in the clouds.
When all along,
The answer we sought
Was nestled among the insecurities
And imperfections
Of the landscape of our soul.


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GROUSED

                                
                                    If you decide to
                               dig up your lush green grass to
                                    Plant on my side, you~

                               Are more than welcome;
                                    Otherwise keep to your side
                               And stop complaining.~

                                    Always remember 
                               when it rains, it pours down on
                                    All God's creation.


Pace, G
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-21-2012


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Barrier Island

What weighs down this sandy wisp
between a bay and ocean
is not a causeway, not the press
of footed towers, nor the tread
of bare and browning bathers
on its narrow, wet, khaki-colored beaches --
It is the weight of air, cloudless, clear
but heavy air -- blue in the depths --
that arches overhead;
and it is the sizzle of minor surf
along the island's edges,
dampening sand, to stick upon the sea
like a licked stamp upon a letter.
The men, roads, and condos all may seem
to wrest control from nature and its weather;
but, we, who've spent some years here,
know better.


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Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


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Mighty Oak Tree

The mighty oak tree sits near Orange and red leaves Looking like it is on fire They clog up the eaves Beautiful to see Sight unlike any around In awe completely
Russell Sivey Form Seguidilla


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AIR BALLOON BORNE


Ballooning o'er the desert

Sun peeks up at you...

Experience nature's gift.



Wafting on the wind's current

Silence in motion...

Reflections of a new day.



The fire of dawn awakens

Hills of umber gold...

Borne to see such wonderment!


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Black and White

You’ve maddened me to the core 
You singed me with your ferocious fire
We’re opposites… we’ll never integrate  
We can’t blend with each other…
Your love and I’m hate 
We’re contrary to each other…

So don’t even think about 
Getting us back together 
Because without a doubt, 
We don’t click with each other…

So let us go our own way…

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be deleted from my mind…

I’m not the one that should pay the price
You act as if you’re an angel from heaven
But, you’re a fiend…a devil from hell...who needs your advice?
Could someone unchain me from this prison?

So let us prepare for that day…

Fear and bewilderment build inside of our minds
Taking over us…we’re wasting valuable time
Terror and wrath injects into our veins…time starts to unwind 
I’m regaining my glory…this moment feels so sublime  

You think you’re innocent?
I can sense your guilt…bleeding through you
Do you live to feed me anguish? 
Don’t deny it…you crafty demon…no wonder I feel blue

Let’s get ready for battle…
I’ll watch you decay…
IT’S PAY BACK TIME . . .
Taste my fury and my agony 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to be defeated…

I scream before nightfall
I close my eyes to kiss my demise
I want to disappear 
Scratch away my desolation
Wipe away my tears…
Spewing out of my eyes…like a waterfall
Tonight, there will be dismay
There will be suffering 
After sundown…
Failure and glory will expose like stars in the midnight sky
Who will earn the crown? 
No one knows in silent wars – who can reveal the light in goodbye
  
Why are we black and white?
Are you too afraid to know the reason why? 

Everything’s black and white
You love to torture me with your deceptive devices 
We’re playing this chess match – let’s fight!
Tonight, you’re going to pay the prices
You’re going to suffer alone…


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The Spring Arrives

 

                                      After a long and cold winter
                                           you are so welcome
                               Creeping slowly out of the winter rest
                                           let the buds pup out
                                Small traces of winter cold melting away
                         The days are longer, brighter and the sun warms
                                The energy spreads in mother`s nature
                            and spilling over into our winter cold bodies
                              I welcome you to the life bringing spring








 28.02.12 
A-L Andresen


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hieroglyph

hieroglyph
a root of an immortelle 
life’s paradigm


- inspired by Brian Strand's Poetry Of The Noun Contest


Details | Ballad | |

Living my dream

Living my dream

I had one dream when I was young
To go to another land
In life I wasn’t satisfied
I wanted something grand
Lions, tigers. Kangaroos
And all those wild, wild beasts
Africa, South America
Or Australia at least.

Possessive Mother was my curse
How could I get away?
Every time I mentioned it
She had so much to say
And made me feel so guilty
Really cramped my style
And then one day there came along
Something to make me smile

I’d just turned my nineteenth year
When this great girl came along
She hailed from West Australia
And filled my heart with song
So we got married, had some kids
And here we are in Oz
Been here for half a century
And I came here all because

It was my fate to find this girl
She was my destiny
There’s be a whisper in the skies
That knows how things will be
It takes one’s soul, and leads it on
So growth, it might occur
And I know that west Australia
My heart, it sure does stir.

4 August 2013 @ 1440hrs.


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Haiku 8 - bees and butterflies, ants in action, shimmering pools

what new plant is this
flowering bees this morning
and butterflies too?

running to and fro
a group of ants in action
searching for food

bathed in the sunshine
shimmering pools of water
pulsating with life


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Green wave

a wave of green
carrying me away
to a land of hope
a place with just peace
the green wave flowing along the tough hill
screaming the impossible I will kill
the soft leaves running on the face of rocks
changing every unpleasant view
green carries welfare,true
the green wave running through me
planting harmony
with earth
what a lovely view,
what a dreamy place!

inspired by:

http://ajaytao2010.wordpress.com/2013/04/08/maravian-field-marek-kiedrowski/#comment-17502


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Evaporation (Haiku)

cold misty morning
wet grass with lingering dew
wait for rising sun


Details | Monoku | |

CORNUCOPIA OF LOVE

Nature's Seasonal changes ~ God's Cornucopia of Love to mankind.


written by: Dan Cwiak

for: Constance La France's "One Amazing Line" Contest


Details | Sonnet | |

The Last Leaf

Remember the days when life
Was all we thought about ?
It slipped by being alive
Could end when death turnout ?
One more among the crowd
To admire to whole tree
When the green leaves have sprout
There’s not much to see
On a tree that’s almost empty
It’s leaves spread on the ground
In one dead leaf there’s still beauty
That if looked for can be found
The last green leaf that has turned brown
Will still be beautiful after falling down



Details | Sonnet | |

Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace


In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

*Note
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Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

An English Spring Ramble

Spring is here in every new budding leaf
that flourishes beneath
this vast expansive sky of baby blue.
Wild pink cherry in blossom by the road
covers soft yellow daffodils on show,
fav’rite colours in a nursery hue.

Push’d into this expectant painted world
first lambs, tails unfurled
wobble under udders in fields of green.
Along hedgerows where I slowly amble,
deep within the ancient knotted bramble
Tree Sparrows flitter and twitter unseen.

Walking with my eyes and heart wide open
silent words unspoken,
the wayside has its own story to tell.
The wild birds’ spring symphony holds me
standing here beneath the sunlit cherry
looking through branches at a clear blue sky.


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The Humans and I

Ones who wage,
Ones who rage,
Ones who take,
Ones who pay,
Ones who craze,
Ones who rave,
Ones who crave…

Ones who fear,
Ones who breathe,
Ones who give,
Ones who need,
Ones who will,
Ones who weave…

Ones who plead,
Ones who beg,
Ones who beseech,
Ones who entreat,
Ones who appeal,
Ones who volunteer,
Ones who disappear…

The ones who follow,
The ones that don’t know about tomorrow,
The ones who don’t deserve the morrow…

The ones who sleep,
The ones who cry,
The ones who live,
The ones who die…

The ones who proclaim,
Those who say they create,
The ones who ache,
The ones who don’t wait,
The ones who hesitate,
The ones who don’t concentrate,
The ones who fornicate,
The ones who procrastinate…

Those who fall in temptation,
Those who get in frustration,
Those who sometimes feel desperation,
Those who keep going without caution,
Those in motion,
Those in tension,
Those losing notion,
Those being poisoned,
Those getting in distortion,
Those following the broken diction,
Those dying like the billions,
Those without unction,
Those washed in the oceans…

I might seem cold,
But it is you who is bold.
I might not express,
But it is you who doesn’t let me progress.
I might not seem like I seek,
But it is you who doesn’t know me…
I might seem like I need,
But it is you who might always be begging on your knees.
I might seem dull,
But it is the one that is fool.
I might not be alight,
But it is you who isn’t truly alive…

I will remain neutral,
I will remain silver,
I will remain gray,
I feel darkness,
I feel light,
I will remain hallowed…,
After all, it is you who deserves no life…

I am a metal hawk,
I am a mountain goat,
I am a silver bird,
I am a gray wolf,
I am a white tiger,
I am a mystic rose…,
I am I…

I’m alive,
And I survive,
You are here,
However, it is you who deserves no life…

Being human does not imply that you have humanity…


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Beauty of Nature



soft nest in woodlands

  a baby fawn under mom

    life untouched renews 





Poems by Shar
Form: haiku  5/7/5


For Linda-Marie's contest
"Beauty of Nature"


Details | Ballad | |

The storm

The storm

The sky above was filled right up
With big, black, monstrous clouds
The thunder hit the blackened skies
His voice so very loud
Forked all across the morning skies
Fiery fingers streak on out
Then the thunder rumbles loud and strong
And rain is all about

Oh how that rain came teeming down
Just like it’s on a mission
To wash away the whole damned earth
As with her quiet precision
Mother Nature puts the pressure on
To warn us human souls
Of the damage she could do
With the power in her role

The rain, It pours down onto me
But I don’t feel a thing
I’m covered by my wetland gear
And my heart begins to sing
For me, I love these thunder storms
With all their mighty power
Though some on seeing all this drama
Would hide away and cower.


17 August 2013 @ 1708hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


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Flowers in a garden

     Watching the blue, yellow and green flowers in a garden 
One can surmise there is a force behind them
The incerdible diversity of life 
is a cause for hope 
As clouds pass overhead
we are at peace due to a sheltering sky 
The delightful odor of jasmine fills the air
A marvelous day is before us
Is there a point to it all?  
Perhaps such natural beauty reflects 
Somthing beyond mortal understanding


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Haiku 001

eyes wide open
flowers sway in the the breeze
allergies abound
Received: Honorable Mention Brain Strand's "Eight Or Less"contest 04/2012


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Instilled With This

Dust covered crawled like worms, had no concern
Found on ground ripened apple’s bitter juice
Digging in gluttony without discern
Dark heart in matter chooses wrong produce

Climb from trunk to branches long journey true
Building without rest to sleep in cocoon
While feeding on nourishment from fruit grew
Rise from sleep to sail high sky like balloon  


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The rooster crows

The rooster crows at the break of dawn
Another hour and he will be done
Except occasionally he will breed

For the job he has done, he is paid quite well
Even though he only works for chicken feed

While the little hen must slave all day
To make an egg so she may start her family

When the clutch is set, she works 24 hours shifts
Around the clock; twenty one days, there she sets
Sets until the hatch complete, her brood now sprung

The rooster struts as if he were a king
When in reality he hasn’t done a thing

The little hen sings her clucking song
Urging her growing brood along

Somehow chicken feed doesn’t seem enough
For the sacrifices that she has made
But for the little hen, well, that’s just her tough
Luck


Details | Rhyme | |

THE DANCE OF LIFE

The sun smiles down to send it's greeting.
The wind sighs as it runs through the trees.
Birds long since have chorused their welcome
And in the gardens flowers are tended by bees.
The people now their day are pursuing
Just mundane or perhaps over too soon.
The earth is singing the song of creation
While all of life dances in time to it's tune.

Comes evening ,the moon is on watch now.
The wind's whispering at last come to cease.
Tiny heads dropping on breasts gently beating
While bees and flowers are in their own little peace.
The people now sleeping,spent bodies resting
With unfulfilled dreams,memories tucked away.
The song of creation has once again ended,
Yet life makes ready for the dance of another day.


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velvet sky

velvet sky--
star burns through canopy 
leaves black hole


Details | Sonnet | |

Natural Love

Our love lasts way beyond the water streams Are more pure than the mighty crystal lakes Heaven cannot hold the love at the seams It bursts for us, the love is what morning makes Sun shines just as bright as what we contain And our hearts for each other, they don’t flee Leaving us wanting to ride each one’s train The mountain, made out of rock, is quite free Beauty of this scene is unlike most views The love that we have covers all of it The substance of life, green grass quite imbues Fills any hole with the sweetest love bit I feel the beauty of this land in me Top to bottom nature’s all I can see Russell Sivey


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GASLIGHT

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twigs of winding stairs
   climb glassy mirror of time```
   old memories wiped

saintly gaslight tails
    fill lungs with pure crystal breaths ```
    new beginnings sprout




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Details | Narrative | |

The Bad King

Ana Cecilia Callejas 

Rodrigo Perez Gavilan

The Bad King 

“Lexer” was a lion who was the King of the entire animal kingdom, during his reign all the animals lived in complete harmony, they were all happy and graceful, and Lexer takes care of them and protects them. One day “Lexer” and his wife had an adorable baby lion that was named “Dylan” as he grew up Lexer teached him a lot of things since he was going to be the heir of the animal kingdom. Dylan also made a lot of friends but his best friend was Jim. Dylan and Jim spend almost all the days together, as the time passed Jim started to hang out with the Rhinos, which were the bad ones of the kingdom. Jim turned into a bad lion and started to incite Dylan to make bad things and he became also a bad lion. One day lexer got very sick and a few days later he passed away so Dylan became the king. All the animals were very sad because they loved Lexer he has been so far the best ruler of the animal kingdom. Time passed and Dylan forgot all the good things his father taught him and started to become a bad lion and a bad king. Influenced by Jim and the Rhinos that were friends with Jim Dylan started to do bad things. He put animals to fight between each other just for their amusement and had some of the animals as slaves just to be his servants, he also ordered other animals to kill so he can eat and have feasts, and this caused a lot of panic in the entire animal kingdom. Dylan mother tried to make him reconsider and change, to do all the good things his father taught him for him to be a good king but Dylan just became worse. All this caused that the animals lost his confidence towards the king and started to live just with the ones of their own kind and also began to fight with all the other animals to survive. This caused that the world became a bad place and since that moment the harmony did not existed anymore and the animals had to take care on their own.
Moral of the fable: if you are a good person and you have good values don’t let anyone to influence you and change the way you are.


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Bright Sunshine Pieces

Bright sunshine pieces Flowing on down the roadway Illumine the spaces Yellow beads of perfect light Brushing my cheeks with great warmth
Russell Sivey


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Alban Arthan

Celtic Priest stands tall
Village folk wide eyed in hope
Sun will hear his call


Inspired by the Winter Solstice Haiku Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Seashell Island


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Tornado In Alabama, April 27, 2011

Oh how furious it was, God sent his power from above.  He let the Black clouds 
and the rain come gushing through our window panes.  Oh what scary a sight to see,
I felt like running, I tried to free me.  The gushing winds blowing so fast, I never
thought I would last.  The winds he sent was meant to be, to warn all of us our
souls need to be free.  

He sent his fury fast and long, we were all surprised where it roamed.  The tornadoes
went from one county to another, sending its wrath, killing, destroying and giving us
trouble.  Cries were heard throughout the night, People screaming and praying with
all their might.

The tornadoes did not stop, they destroyed our lands, and ruined our crops.
The devastation it left on our minds  is here to stay and will never go away.
This is a terrible storm we will never forget, because it lasted a long time and all
of us were upset.  We hoped and prayed it would pass us by, asking and praying
to God, please dont let us die!

We all tried to seek shelter in our homes, before we knew it, everything was gone.
Some of us found ourselves standing outside with nothing hardly for cover, we were
screaming and crying searching for one another.


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CONFUSED

I am more than a menace to society
There’s a twist in my sobriety
Please help me sculpt my destiny
Help me return to incorruptibility

Why do I believe Google not your holy book?
Why do I trust the teacher not the parent?
Why do I have faith in the label not the quality?
Why do I confide in counselors not my spouse?

Strangers become closer than siblings
Democracy daunts more than dictatorship
Price becomes more important than value
Which God do I praise and worship?

Who is the custodian of my conscience?
Who is the guardian of my scruples?
Who is the protector of my principles?
Who is the curator of my values and visions?

What if all that I know turned out false?
What if we were wrong about everything?
What if we weren’t who we thought we were?
What if infinity and zero were vice versa?


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Nautical Grace

Through waters you move.
All else is dull when compared.
What beauty you hold.


Details | Tanka | |

Cliffs Of Ireland

.
                                         In my wildest dream 
                                        A visit to isle of green
                                 Land of rain_rainbows_dreams

                                   Visit rock cliffs that inspired
                                 William Yeats and Oscar Wilde


Tanka Me A Dream
Contest by: Michael J. Falotico
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Free verse | |

Rainbow

After the storm has passed,
Pelting rain has ceased, and
Ratchet winds have shifted into
Tolerable and non-threatening breezes,
Life resumes in an ordinary sense. 
As grey clouds move east,
The sky opens to unveil its majesty 
And daybreak takes its proper place. 
Slowly the sun emerges,
Rising like a phoenix, 
Renewing our hope and calm. 
The world looks anew.
As birds chirp and trees stand tall
No longer swayed by unfriendly gusts,
The clean scent of rain left behind
Brings forth a new freshness in the day.
Life resumes with kids playing in puddles
And downtown streets are busied with people
Who walk unrushed to appointments.
On lucky days when looking into the sky
A bow of colors may catch their eyes –
Such a rare treasure that makes them smile
As they take delight in its pleasing sight. 
What a miracles it is to see
After the passing of a storm. 
Perched above it signals harmony
And the promise of a new beginning.
A wondrous sign to behold,
A remarkable ending to that which has passed.


Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


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Spring Secret


                                     A little bird on the branch set
                                     Listen how nice its twittering
                                 Beautiful tones from a small orifice
                           What do you want to tell me my little friend?
                                  The little bird has a secret to tell
                                 In the large oak tree down the hill
                               it has built its new and sheltered nest
                            And the greatest of all for this little mother
                           in the nest there is two small light blue eggs
                      waiting for protection and warmth from their mother













23.03.2012
A-L Andresen


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Breathtaking Sunrise

Pacific murmur
Blond eyelids wake up seagulls
Happiness alive

Surf and rays in love
Paintbrushes escape from box
Immortality...

Tempera of Soul
Obsessive Golden Spectrum
Rip open my chest

Don' t need oxygen
Growing gills,  play with dolphins
Sun alive again...



***for P.D.'s Contest " Sunrise"***


Details | Ghazal | |

How to love

My roots are trembling
through clay orgasm,
tumbling the landslide
that speaks every shake or so.
Leo roars and I await life,
Generic roving rumbles
reminding me of the world around,
but I never remember
how to cling to the ground.


Details | Couplet | |

The Leaves of Life

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Edward J Ebbs


Details | Haiku | |

Hurricane

Hurricanes blow away our canes stumbling us down on the ground rise to walk again rebuilding places like a midrib broom as one the sun shines again
Nov. 7, 2012 Note: This Haiku was inspired by the theme of the previous contest of SandyIvy, with theme, Hurricane. It came late because of my PC problem. Honorable Mention Contest: Your Best Haiku Judged: 11/18/2012 Sponsor: Poet Nathan A Second Place Contest: November's Poem Judged: 11/26/2012 Sponsor: Poet PD


Details | Haiku | |

Kitchen Window Closed

.
                                         
                                         Kitchen Window Closed
                                 Frozen birdbath, white 'oar's  frost
                                         Birds seek water, food






~An Haiku From Your Window~
For:Michael J. Falotico
Written By: Sara Kendrick


Details | Free verse | |

A curious choice

The stone's angle
offers no cover
as she lay 
openly exposed.

Her pedipalp mane, disheveled
by the soft reverberation
of an accidental intruder.

Whose mouth will froth?
Whose stunned lungs will blanch?
Whose limbs will twitch
then stiffen?

Aculeus poised; quavering telson.
What is her decision?

Will you writhe in the throes
of her opaque venom?
Or will she?


Author's commentary:

Scorpions are intriguing creatures.  
Urban legend has it that when they are threatened they will do one of two things:
sting their perceived aggressor, or sting themselves to death.

Thankfully, this is only a myth and my reverent faith in the scorpion remains intact.

But still, the idea led me to wonder why, when facing extreme hardship, 
some people exhibit self-preserving behavior while others opt 
to self-destruct.  

It's fascinating to me that the latter could be considered a viable option.

Heck, even scorpions know better than that....  


Details | Rhyme | |

Summertime Memories


Memories of a summer time so sweet
Palm trees swaying in a rhythmical beat
Watching waves as they come upon the shore
As a young child I loved to make sandcastles tall.
For windows I’d use the prettiest shells
A piece of driftwood I used for my door
To finish it off a wide moat I would dig deep
The water from my bucket around it I’d poor.

Another summer memory of which I recall
The colourful flowers blooming so tall
Bright red, yellow and pink budding roses
A welcoming sight that summer was here.
I chose pink rose buds and delicate white orchids
A combination of which was a magical sight
Blending so well with my gown of crystal organza
When we married, that warm romantic night.



Details | Villanelle | |

Fog in the City

There are many lights that glow in the fog Shadows diluted within the big lights You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog The city holds cement instead of bog But the lights that are enveloped are bright There are many lights that glow in the fog Penned up in the city yards are some dogs The streets are lit up, looking very white You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog Unlike the country there aren’t any logs But there are curbs to look after in spite There are many lights that glow in the fog The cloud takes in everything like a hog The brilliant fog takes up with tons of height You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog Mist creates wetness leaving all with sog But the effect of fog brings one delight There are many lights that glow in the fog You can see the puffs of the cloud’s long jog
Russell Sivey Not for the Contest! Contest entry was Initials on a Tree!


Details | Sestina | |

Joy Of Different Seasons (Worst)

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time fo harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will have to be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Those garden vegetables will stored and put aside a cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day's fare with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_ gone are the bees


On New Year"s Day we will have those delicious peas
We will float into spring with all ease
On the day we will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the nights grow longer and shorter the winter days
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees and soon leaves
March will come in bringing its strong breeze

Joy, oh!. joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
Newly hatched from hiding places comes those bees
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze
In the newly planted garden_those early June peas
These wonderful times _joy of longer days

These times in life are just fun and a wonderful breeze
Then summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Out in the garden and in Pampas Grass thick with those bees
These times are wonderful long sunny days
Afternoons in the lazy hammock oh! what ease


How thankful that we have those great peas
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
Summer still has lazy days with ease
Soon those longer sunlight hours sunny sunny days
Begins to slowly fade then the change in those leaves
From the west and north come a much drier breeze

Old man winter slips in with ease, now we'll eat those dry peas
Blow wind with swift breeze, time to kill all lingering bees
By th warm fire spend our days, soon snow covers all those leaves


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

My Name is Phyllis

Of all the names my mother could have named me
She named me after a radio soap opera show 
One that came on once a week you know
The name of it long forgotten you see

As I went out to search my name
I see it describes me to a "t"
Passive, friendly, easy going nature is me
Loves to be sociable and easy to tame

Likes the pleasant things in life.
The name means a green bough or leaf
Blue is my favorite color and that's no beef
I am generous and hate any strife. 

I do not like friction or tension
That means I avoid some situations
I have a very idealistic imagination
Lack ambition was mentioned.

Confidence seemed to be lacking
But I always take charge you know
Busy as a bee and always on the go
I guess this is telling me I must be slacking.

Another name picked you see
Was, Bubbles , my childhood nickname
Because of my serious nature this was insane
Wonder who picked that special name for me.

It said the name is derived from Greek
Some of it correct, some not in my eyes
Some the truth ,  but some lies
It is the true Phyllis, you must seek.





Details | Free verse | |

Drought

Cool; green; heat; dry; brown; dust . . .
The wind blows
enticing moisture from the dirt.

Forming quiet earth quakes
that sneak along rupturing the soil.

A small weed muscles the crack larger;
hiding in its shade,
making earth powder as it drinks the last dew.

It peeks up to bathe in the heat brought here on foul breath.
Inhaling into dry nostrils,
it leaves the earth gasping,

weary of filtering the particles that were once our home.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Wild Weather

In October when we are adjusting to
cool temperatures and changing leaves,
Nature fast forwards into Winter,
sending us freaky weather,
Tales of snow, winds and storms,
makes everyone shiver, thinking
of the pending mayhem,
when the weather creates bedlam.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Free verse | |

The metamorphosis of change

The thunder makes way for 
the lightning
As does the caterpillar make way
For the Butterfly
So too do I make way for 
The changes of 
Christ in me

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012




Details | Rhyme | |

4:20, Four- Twenty, The Earth Day Birthday

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | I do not know? | |

Seaside serenity

Simple treasures we have found
(seaweeds, fossils
seashells, crabs)
as we learned to look around

Walking holding hand
(He stopped
and wrote)
I love you in the sand

As the tides began to rise
(He laughed
I cried) 
as the words disappeared before our eyes

But simple treasures we have found
(become fossilized
loving memories) 
as we learn to look around


Details | Haiku | |

Snow

Soft snow beckoning,
Falling with deceptive lade,
collapsing my soul.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fighting Temptations

The temptation is almost overwhelming
And the will is almost losing
For the body is almost winning
It is on the verge of doing
What the heart had promised to stop doing
 

They say where there is a will there is a way
But what happens when the will is weak anyway?
When your heart says lets go this way
And your brains say it is not the right way


When you know what course to take
Yet the course you are taking is fake
And knows that you will end deep in the lake
And still that course you take
As though bewitched.


Somehow deep within
You find strength therein
That you soak all the temptations in
Leaving you drained after fightin'
But with the sweet smell of victory.


Details | Sedoka | |

Autumn Feathers and Leaves

Leaves scooped in a pile On this gray side of paling, Feathers and sunshine maples; In the fall of life. Past crinkled furrows, smiles deep... Blowing frosty weathered hair. ~ "paling" - picket fence/fence made of pales .. For Russel Sivey's contest : " Sedoka Me Any Subject" written by gautami phookan ..


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 | Dramatic monologue | |

Why

While looking at the vast blue sky,
I can imagine myself
Sitting against a tree,
Watching the sea
And hearing the sound of the waves.
It still questions my mind...
Why am I here all alone?
Why can't I enjoy the beautiful scenery
in front of me?
I feel incomplete from deep within
I don't know why I feel this kind of thing
But the incompleteness of myself bothers my mind.
And in the end..
I still question myself...
Why?


Details | Villanelle | |

Golden Yellow Trees

The blue sky peeks at me quite far away Through the warm golden yellow autumn trees They look like gold placed against the blue day This lively scene looks beautiful today The path goes straight forward where you see The blue sky peeks at me quite far away The sight is amazing, I truly say I walk the path of trees so I can be They look like gold placed against the blue day The row of trees glow with yellow this day The whole land here grows as if it’s so free The blue sky peeks at me quite far away I go down whistling and thought this way The sky with the trees sure does impress me They look like gold placed against the blue day I know the sight will stay with me I say Golden color of the trees delight me The blue sky peeks at me quite far away They look like gold placed against the blue day
Russell Sivey


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Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


Details | Ballad | |

True her

True her

The clothes she wore so expensive,
With longest hair that beat the whole world,
Red-red lips,
Makeup by the guru makeup-maker
Her smile,
Her movement like engine piston,
Yes i have called the contest,
But i am not impressed.

Take off a expensive clothes and wear cheap simple clothes,
Take off your fake hair and show me your natural hair,
Remove those lipsticks your lips,
Remove your makeup i want see your god given beauty,
The original you,
Remove fake smile and smile at me,
Move like you used to move,
And that you are disqualified,
Eliminated from the contest,
I am not impressed with you,
Next!


Details | Haiku | |

Spring

The warm leaves crackle
From being rudely pushed aside 
As Daffodils emerge


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Sonnet | |

Bouquets Of Spring

Up a country road  Wisteria blooms
The soft lavender fragrant buds await 
Easy sunlight gently touches blossoms
Sends wafing aromatic breeze thru gate

White Dogwood blooms spot multicolored woods
Gently lift and fall in soft spring air
Impressionistic Azalea blooms stood
Colorful ornaments on creek's bend fair

Narcissus stand in trim and neat rows
Except at homeplaces beside the road
Where they are free to send out young
For our rejoicing when spring has sprung

In the warm spring nature's bouquets abound
Sakura, Tulips  short time are around


Details | Ballade | |

Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day


Details | Rhyme | |

The Autumn

The enchanting beauty and glamour
A Taj Mahal on the corpse of summer
Comes October every year
Leaves leave the branches to lick the dust
Clouds shower rains to quench earth’s thirst

Cold wind like blizzards moves
Ripping colorful flowers in the valleys and grooves
To ambush its glamour the winter in hiding lays
Peeping sometimes through fogs and haze

Seasons come and seasons go
Each one ends its enchanting show
But life beleaguered by pangs of sorrow
Knows only one season, the season of woe
-----

 


Details | Free verse | |

Beautify

                       Scarlet sun spread your
                       Beauty upon the world, as
 You emerge from beneath the mere, cobalt
Springs amongst the meadows…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
Your reflection glimmers amid
Waltzing oceans of euphoria…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You penetrate feathery clouds
Of white, ascending…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
Your radiation of shimmering light
Evaporates crystals of water droplets,
Sliding on blooming petals…

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as
You embellish the sky with 
Your flickering smiles…  

                        Scarlet sun spread your
                        Beauty upon the world, as 
You disappear along with 
The shining sky, into a sacred world
You beautify…
  

 


Details | Free verse | |

Glisten in the Moonlight

Your glorious emerald eyes 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Glisten in the moonlight 
Delight dances in the water
I watch it joyfully
You are set free from the cage...
You're like a dove soaring in the sky
You are the rain...
drizzling down in ecstasy 
A hint of ecstasy is shown in your reflection...
When you caress me... I'm relieved... 
From the stress that forced me in chains
I knew we'd be on the brighter side of tomorrow 
We're glistening in the moonlight 
I knew we'd become candles in the heavens above us
We're glistening in the moonlight
For a moment, I felt your presence...your radiant with sympathy 
I saw at first glance the dark side of you
Tonight, we'll be together and fly through the horizon 
We'll watch the sunset say its last goodbye...
We'll wave a greeting at the moon! 
We glisten in the moonlight...
What if I was as handsome as the lion...
Roaring with pride and pure courage
What if we were glistening in the moonlight?
Would it bring health to our bones tonight?
Would it make our heart rejoice and overflow with delight?
Would we be able to survive this horrifying plight?
Would we be shimmering like a candlelight?
We're glistening in the moonlight... (6)
Ohh...yeah...ooh yeah...ooh yeahh...
We reach to the stars and hope we can trace a shooting star
I feel the coolness run down my fingers...
We're glistening in the moonlight
You're the dandelions in the fields
You're the gorgeous view that I marvel at everyday
When you kiss me, I live my dreams
We glisten in the moonlight
In a quick moment, I sense a feeling of endless renewal 
I roam inside of your illuminating maze 
Glow on... sunshine... 
Glow on...sunshine...
Glisten in the moonlight...
Listen to the truth and rub it in
You are ravishing like the sunset
But you're ascending while I'm descending
I feel extremely guilty
I wish I could glisten with you in the moonlight
You're glistening in the moonlight (6) 
Ohhh yeahh... oohhh yeahh... ohh yeahh
You're glistening in the moonlight (4)
We go our own way
I wish we can glisten like the moon
Glisten like the sun 
There's a dream concealed inside of me...
Reveal your light and pour it upon me
You glisten in the appealing moonlight
While I'm subsiding... you're fulfilling your dreams
Of gliding across the horizon 
You're independence... keeps on scorching with satisfaction
While I'm below you... 
Your emerald green eyes
Stared me down like a hawk...
Your emerald eyes
Gaze down at me genuinely...
I wish we could flee together in reality...
That could be a possibility
To glisten in the moonlight in glee
We were glistening in the moonlight (3)
But that was only a dream...
I'll pray that it turns into a reality
We were glistening in the moonlight 
Now, I've misplaced my delight...
Will I ever experience such a brilliant night?


Details | Sonnet | |

Reminiscing the Scent of Rain

There’s a certain force of the rain that flows That brings the scent to the forefront and grows On concrete the fragrance is a fresh grey Dull way to bring a stonewash smell to play It only comes when it first starts to rain Smell that pleases the senses without pain Not hot, just a cool rain will bring it up No scent can compare to this smell close-up At times it’s pungent, a fresh dirty smell Lifting the nose beyond where one does dwell Aroma like floating grainy gruffness Gnawing the insides bringing a roughness The fragrance wafts at the start of the rain Marking the scent of stone with water drain
Russell Sivey Contest: FRAGRANCE OF RAIN Sponsor: nette onclaud 11/16/2013


Details | Didactic | |

Glittery Story

Tell me this tale of the sun flash
Across your face, too hot, harsh,
Your candid stories like fairy tales;
To ears harrass our illumined faces,
Indeed. I learn laughter's lofty gales.

I will stare at your straight visage-
Water and steel of similar, sly page,
Smooth, flawless in its frank portrayal
Of myself. I should know how rumpled
Water grow into ripples of a storied age.

Yet you Mirror, is yet so smooth;
A worthy canvas, a brushes' tooth,
Fluffy. You narrate my falls and glory
In solemn reflective manner, yours only.
I'm humbled by your simlple, arcane story.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Verse | |

Hooting Owl

Hooting owl sits on a tree branch Expecting a small lunch Meal runs quickly across the ground He swoops down to get it Attacks like a stealthy being Quiet as a calm breeze Surprise works best for this hunter Small game is his real treat Then later atop the high branch His belly full he hoots A pleasant sound for all to hear He compliments the night
Russell Sivey


Details | Free verse | |

A golden rise

It was yesterday when you died
At the horizon far west
And your blood smothered 
The touching edges 
Of the sky and the mountain 
While you sank in its redness

Your funeral was fairly attended
By multitudes of mourning stars
Uniformly dressed in black

Today you resurrected
At the touching edges
Of the sky and the mountain far east
And like a child 
Fresh from its mother’s womb
You were covered in blood 
Which turned golden as you rose

Your resurrection comes as a sign
Of the birth of a new life
It turns our darkening dreams gold
It illuminates our paths 
And makes us see the future 
Awaiting beyond the horizon

Yet again you will
In the evening die 
And sink in a pool of blood
At the touching edges 
Of the sky and the mountain far west
And leave us longing 
For another golden rise


Details | Narrative | |

A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE hubris or BIRD BRAIN

                     A TRAGEDY OF PRIDE ( hubris)
                       

In the Arctic nights the jazz born North Lights sound
with a music of their own. Fair winds ferry fragile birds--
take to the skies in search of sympathetic warmth profound

while white breathless silence magnifies each sound as it is heard
and few venture forth, like bears they dash to find a haven
where they can hide until reluctantly the sun has stirred--

But, there is one jay bird who is not one of nature’s craven
creatures-- Waiting for a spring call from his mate, he hops into the hungry snow
to dance a dangerous dance in icy morning with the ravens.

There is a God flung magic that dashes high above the haughty human know
among the ancient secret kingdoms of the mystery sky--
And there it is that Wisdom’s Word is spread by wing and wayward winds that blow

their way in worldwide splendor and intricate magnificence that defies
the mind of man.  It is a truth that dalliance in vanity is inborn---
Man or bird, into the nature of some spirits-- it low lies

and becomes incited when grand fame or imagined glory has been shorn
by another .  And , so-- in Persia when the Prince of Peacocks heard
murmurs of the razzing ravens and the sassy sparrows high sky airborne

a proclamation that the World knew now there lived a peerless bird--
plucky-proud, surpassing the peacock -- Jay magnificent with a spirit daunting, a weight
of valiant blue in shades escaped of double rainbows, color-blurred

who bedazzled all nature’s eyes and winds of ear, that judiciously beheld each trait.
The peacock, no longer Highest Prince of Birds, screamed a terrible and cosmic sound
of jealousy.   Ignoring all the glory that still made him great--
the vain and foolish peacock fell-- stunned and breathless to the ground.




Victoria Anderson-Throop  2012 ©
Written in Juja, Kenya
Bird is Stellar Jay, common in Valdez, Alaska


Details | Sestina | |

Ode To Joy Of Changing Seasons

Sunlight at an angle dancing through colored leaves
Cool nights to snuggle beneath the sheets; warm days of ease
Last of gardens harvest; goodbye to summer's bees
Joyful time to harvest soon days a breeze
Pumpkins, winter squash, turnips, and peas
Food in bounty stored away for many days

Christmas will be upon us in just a very few days
The yard will be raked again and again to rid of leaves
Garden vegetables will be stored also cooking of peas
For right after Christmas comes New Years Day with ease
The howling winds will blow and it won't be just a breeze
But now all the bugs have disappeared_gone are the bees

We will not have to worry with yellow jackets or bees
As the night grow longer and shorter the winter days
March soon will come in bringing its strong breeze
Those indominable buds show forth on the trees soon leaves
We will float into warm days and beauty of  spring with ease
Now we will have eaten most of those delicious peas

Soon in the newly planted garden_those early June Peas
Newly hatched from their hiding places comes those bees
Just lying around in the hammock with all this ease
These wonderful times_joy of longer days
Joy, oh! joy and joy again with spring's green leaves
Soft and gentle comes a blowing spring's warm breeze

But there is one less chore now for there is no raking leaves
Afternoon in the lazy hammock oh what ease
Glad that in the garden and Pampas Grass stay those bees
These times in life are just fun and a zephyr breeze
Summer comes with the picking, shelling, and freezing peas
These times are wonderful long sunny days

But soon slowly fade, then the change in those leaves
Summer still has a lazy few days with comfy ease
Even if the pollen draws those hungry stinging bees
From the west and north come a much drier breeze
How thankful that we have those great peas
Soon fade those longer sunlit sunny days

No raking leaves in winter, only by firelight with ease and read
All those pesky bees gone now, on the currents winter's breeze brings flurries
Now dine on peas put away to eat on cold fruitless days of old man winter


Details | Classicism | |

The Couple(s)

           The poem as novel

Small grapes of the morning like poetry,
cold water pulsing deep in the well,
a bag of bright nails in the yard,
the smell of cut wood wet in the sun,
the mild bite of pain put on everything
and everything still to be done
-- when love's first sting buckles them to the ground.

The long melons of the afternoon like prose
and by the poolside the gin drinks and the sun,
the new car bright
as a jelly bean on the lawn,
a glaze of clean order put on everything
yet everything looking to be done
--when love has rubbed them smooth as a stone.


Details | Sonnet | |

A Contraceptive Pill

Afore falling in his arms they advice to think twice
Unregretful I act beyond my surprise
It’s the grip of a force, a force here to claim
Compelling, like a moth drawn to the flame

Every night encloses the heat of flaming souls
But sun kissed morning plays a wicked role
To my realization it brings an obvious question
What next to prevent conception?

Like always, I pop in a pill to save the bill
My guy admires the worth of a contraceptive pill
It causes side-effects. Ah! How would he know?
He enjoys the freedom of reckless show

Nevertheless, I look at kids and admire their innocence
Wish the pill could kill within me my maternal pretence!


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

My nature

My nature


in morn greeting 
avenge coolness soul 
as the fragrance fragrant flowers 
drop sweet like honey 
beautiful  like angels

will all this 
suddenly drifted soar 
and vanished 

let the sun’s lips 
kiss with warmth
share colors
share feelings

my nature
let my love reveals secrets 
from soleness 
really

 ~(c)sukmawati komala ~ 19 february 2013


Details | Free verse | |

Weathered Sandstone

Yosemite’s marvels
glaciers from the last Ice Age
sculpted Half Dome and El Capitan

alas, though I worship the almighty Hand,
I am but sand
     compressed by elements
          solidified by desert sun
               pounded by wind
                    made porous by rain
withstanding, I remain
sandstone

vessel capturing microscopic organisms
purifier for aquifers
tan, brown and red
camouflaged in Zion Park
filter for nature’s emotions
     heat’s scourge grows
          water’s passion flows
               sandstorm wind blows

yet I am not enraged
     only engraved
uninfected, merely reflective
     poetic words pouring from my cracks
          aged by time
               refined by nature’s whims

from dust I came
and dusty fate awaits
aging poet
weathered sandstone 


Details | Sonnet | |

Snow Wonderland Zeal

In winter, rails of the fence are heavy Snow covers them, just as white as can be Beauty lands in the landscape, on the trees It’s white too, lovely, pretty as you please Snow reflects all colors making it white Leaving light that is courageously bright Each snowflake is different, quite unique Leaving the air brilliant, full of mystique A stream, still moving along, has some ice Very cold and frigid, had to look twice Air has quite a bite to it, a crisp feel The land is all frozen, the cold is real Whole scene brings about natural appeal Snow is like a solid wonderland zeal
Russell Sivey


Details | Imagism | |

UNITY

Living unity,

In,

Comm unity!


Details | Free verse | |

Can't wait to meet the Sea

Rushing down the mountains
It jumps with glee
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Winds through the mountains
Forests, valleys and greens
Fishes and insects sail along
Feeds Animals and Birds with joy

Its color matches the sky
Pure and virgin
Rushes through the land of man
Can’t wait to meet the sea

Man calls it river
Makes it flow like gutter
The sky is polluted
The river matches the sky

Slows down the river
Misused and abused
Where is the sea?

It hits upon a wall
It leaps upon and peeps
The other side, dry and barren
Far away rests the sea

Waits for the walls to open
Feeds the parched lands with bliss
Winds down the offered path
Can it meet the sea?


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hear Europe Calling

I hear Europe calling- come to me my friend
Wander my streets of chivalry, travel me to my end
I hear Europe calling, gables and goblins grinning
Climb to my peaks, sink to my valleys, find our new-old beginning

I hear Europe calling- what is that you say?
Trains and planes and automobiles, high price for petrol pay!
Wait for me, I'll jump aboard, settle on a train-seat
Watch my life in streaks of landscape, crisp new life I'll greet

I hear Europe calling- serenades unearth'd
I long to find my meaning, hunger to see my worth
In my soul you roil, Europe, never you will flit
In the heart of Oxford, my dreams, my hopes, are writ-


Details | Free verse | |

The sweetness

There’s some honey, so you can take they said
There’s some sugar, you might enjoy they say
But then you might not enjoy it by the end.

Within the sweetness of the word,
 There’s the sweetness of the soul
But the bittersweet taste in this mouth isn’t a foul
Cause this taste they said I might enjoy then, I certainly don’t do now.

There’s the sweetness that rests upon this body,
The sweetness streaming by the currents,
Swirling and twisting in miraculous ways,
Just cascading into another future

But then while forming now the present to the future.
This transformation brings great changes with it,
And now changing the way the dandelion dances with the wind
Creates a mess, a honed mess
But now the dandelion is dying.

Who would take care of the dandelion?
The now sweet dandelion,
That has discovered that ain't it all be sweetness,
Now the dandelion dances with the wind, evades that much sweetness and delights in the sun.

Anna~


Details | Haiku | |

Spiders

Weaving silver threads
Catching moon beams in their webs.
Diligent Spiders.


Details | Haiku | |

Look!

april rain ends
rainbow over the city
prophesy of hope?


Details | Classicism | |

Like it was Before

It rained today 
Just like yesterday, just like the day before,
Just like it had rained two months ago.
It has rained for many years now.

It has rained, but no one 
pays attention anymore –a boring drizzle
one can get used to, and one can live with.  
And so men on earth have done, 
lived with it for many years now.

At first, everyone wondered why it rained so much;
Would it ever stop, so that we can live life like it was before- 
under the sun, always warm, always happy? 

But it seems it will not stop, 
it seems heavier rains loom, 
and rougher storms,
where mere life is at stake. 

Eventually, the sun will also emerge, 
but faintly; with tender rays 
that cannot make us warm, 
that cannot make us forget the rain. 

They say, though, that one only has to get used
to the rain, and forget that it is there, 
and that it is raining. 
Then, they say, things will get better, 
we will find joy in the little things, 
and all will be like it was before.  


Details | Free verse | |

ICE FLOE

06 February 2010

Ice Floe

The glacial epoch is now part of history
The spectacle of glacier widely seen in the Arctic
A habitat for Arctic mammals and where the trees end
This is the land of the midnight sun

A huge mass of glacier is shrinking
Detached to become an iceberg
And now melting into chunks of ice floe
Resembling a broken and frozen waterfall

Steller’s Sea-eagle flying over sea
Do watch the Inuit hunter stranded on high cliff
The orcas graceful dive into the deep
And the flickering of an iceblink

Extremely cold slowly subsiding by this global warming
Shrinking Arctic ice and rising the sea levels
Can there be another aurora borealis to glow in many colors
While the last polar bear clinging to the top of the last piece of ice floe


Details | Tanka | |

Cobalt Blue

An artist brush strokes Cobalt Blue clouds 'pon morn's sky Entwined with sun's shine Gray Dove's wings whirr lifting them Above danger into blue
Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich Contest: Tanka Me A Color Written this 13th day of May 2013


Details | Tanka | |

Winter Holiday

A blue hue surround Snowy cottage in the hills Frozen wispy frost Cold enamored scenery Certain winter holiday
Russell Sivey Entrant into Debbie Guzzi's "Any Five Lines" contest 11/28/2012


Details | Free verse | |

How The Sun Was Made

Before man, there was only twilight upon the earth. The earth was divided by two realms, realms, not kingdoms; one above the earth, the Sky, ruled by the birds. The other, the Land, upon the earth, ruled by the beasts.

In the sky, among the clouds, was a large pile of firewood. How it got there is unknown.
It is believed to be there as a resting place for birds not wanting to rest on land.

One twilight, an enormous eagle dove toward the land. His dive caused an emu on the land to panic, thinking it was being attacked, the emu jumped up and struck the eagle. 

The eagle and the emu began a heated argument, then began to fight. The emu, in anger, plucked an eagle feather. The eagle, in its rage, swooped over to the emu nest, grabbing one of her huge eggs in its beak, soared skyward.

As the eagle climbed, he swung his head throwing the egg higher into the sky. The emu
screeched in horror as the egg smashed against the firewood. The yoke breaking, sparked, igniting the firewood, lighting up both realms of the earth.

Suddenly, the earth was bright and beautiful. All were dazzled, but soon relaxed, as the
fire begin to warm. The leader of the Sky saw the light and the warmth it produced as good.

He saw as the fire burned, it produced more heat and comforted all. It also began to
decrease the light and got cooler as the firewood went out. This was a bad thing, he
called all the birds together to gather firewood to keep the fire burning.

As the fire became coals, the light again returned to twilight and darkness.
The birds worked for hours to replenish the firewood.

As they began to pile wood upon the coals, the fire reignited. As the fire got bigger,
there was more light, and warmth. 

When the birds had piled on all the wood gathered, the fire again began to decrease in
light and warmth.

Again each twilight, the birds would gather firewood for hours.

After an undetermined time, light and the darkness defined. As the earth warmed and became more beautiful, the realms became one.

The Spirit of the earth saw what the birds had done and what had become of the earth was good. He moved the fire outward from the earth and made it burn all the time.

He made the earth turn. Day and night were created. The birds and the beasts were one with the earth.

The spirit of the earth was pleased. He had created the heavens and the earth, reaching into the earth, he grabbed a handful of dirt in his hands, Smiling, saying all is good, He created Man.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

To weather the storm

Storms above me, storms below, Storms of violence, Storms of sadness, Storms of anger Storms of people laughing, mocking my existence Sorrow, and the joy of the few lights of hope and friendship echoes Through the storms The storms surround me night and day No land sight Poseidon’s rage is all I see No mercy found, twix’t night and day But for the brief repast The gift night brings To weather the storms I travel unseen, unheard Past those who give the storm its powers To the places in my dreams Where night and day are side by side And Wolves gather below the moons Midday and night, to sing Their songs of peace Of legends from long ago Of loyalty to their pack And the fight to survive. To weather the storms I look to the wolves As a cub, to the mother The strong live to be the hunters Whilst the weak become the prey The storm takes all Partial to none it hunts One by one, boat by boat, all fall to the storm Human, Animal, Angel, Demon, the storm resides in us all waiting to take hold to drag us to its depths when hope is gone darkness rules until the Light is found hope is gone


Details | Narrative | |

Divinity

Finally..Mr.Whitman, I understand as my journey is symbolic to yours; but, through my poverty-strickened doors. Fighting your human instincts... while learning your internal glow within. Frightening, enlightening, inviting his omnipresence in and as your reward he transforms you into him. Breathing your FIRST breath again. Loving life from the core of the earth to the pull of the moon. Stuck in the middle yet understanding all of the connectivity; because I'm living in a state of Divinity.


Details | Haiku | |

Forgetting

Whilst we are raindrops,
we forget we are water.


Details | Rhyme | |

Thunders Chaos Of Order

The wayward winds, caress the trees, Branches sway as their leaves catch the breeze. A storm is coming as black clouds draw near, The gentle raw of thunder, in the distance we do hear. Low pressure comes at first and the air seems so clear, But soon the clouds of gloom, upon us I do fear. Blocking out the sunlight, in shadow if you please, Thunder will draw closer and lightening shall then seize. A rumble then a silent flash, as war breaks out in the sky, An eerie silence fills the air and our imagination will then fly, For some this truly is, the apocalypse… judgment day, But to others, a fresh beginning, they want to go out and play. Glorious and majestically, lightning strikes again, If only for a split second, it illuminates our plain. Thunders rumble clears our heads to let our thoughts just go, Lightning’s flash sooths our souls if we allow it so. Soon the air pressure rises and clouds begin to dispel, Rumbles from the thunder, to the lightening they must have fell, Birds sing their song, rejoice that the battles done, We are still standing, another day to have some fun. But somewhere in the distance, a victim has been claimed, Natures mighty oak tree, on the woodland floor lays maimed. Food now for the Mites, ants and woodland lice, They hollow out its trunk which doesn’t sound too nice. But in doing so is formed, wood dust to feed the soil, And the whole they leave to another animal will be a welcome spoil. A place to shelter, have a home and feed upon the insects, Have its young, and have some fun, life is so complex. The oak that fell still had a spell, the acorns upon its branches, From the spot they touched upon the floor, with only one or two chances, A few will root and up they shoot a few oaks where once there was one. So life did thrive and more arrived, nature revived the one that was gone.


Details | Ballade | |

MOONBEAMS BALLADE

Each night you boldly face the jury,
Perched high upon your heavenly throne.
Eloquently repeating your wondrous story
Of never-ending love in flesh and bone.
Giving listening earth a heart of its own
And a yearning for joys still unseen,
Pleasures remaining yet unknown.
Forever may your light glow serene.


Your presence makes no one sorry.
The somber owl has no reason to groan.
His musings from the limestone quarry
Only make his sublime design known.
By your majesty darkness is overthrown.
The romantic cricket sings to his queen
Whose beauty he desires to be shown.
Forever may your light glow serene.




Your soothing glow calms the night’s fury,
Giving every figure an aesthetic tone.
On my windowsill the gleam of your glory
And in my room your royalty overflown.
Every apple of discord you have shone,
By the waxing of your noble sheen.
The shadow of gloom and grief  has gone.
Forever may your light glow serene.



High above our arch have you flown,
As you ushered in the Master’s routine.
There you reign enthroned on high alone.
Forever may your light glow serene.


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Bio | |

Raking

The rake fans out with long slender fingers.
They’re springy, giving a bounce
as they dig in and jump up.

The handle is wood – I wear gloves
To prevent splinters and blisters.
They will not prevent the blisters.

Stroking,
Each one a lunge out and away;
Then a pull back.

Arms forward,
Shoulders back.

Arms forward,
Shoulders back.

Fingers loose,
Then tighten,

Over and over and over.

Tickles of sweat at my hat band.
The sun is hot.
The sweat cools.
Arms twitch,
Shoulders ache,
Back screams.

Forward and back.
Forward and back.

My mind slips away to somewhere else.
The time starts to slip – 
Ache forgotten – 
Lark singing – 

The house wren is back again this year
Letting the lark know he is here and wanting his share.

New spring leaves rustle,
in a God sent breeze to aid the sweat.

A cat looks at me
And settles in the shade
Wondering at my industry.

The slender fingers of the rake
Make trails in the dirt
weaving a carpet pattern between the grasses.

Ants are disturbed 
And bustle to repair the rude damage.

A toad was up rooted from his winter sleep.

Pounding — a flicker is working on the side of my house.

My aching shoulders bring me back to real time.
The piles are big.
I am Thirsty.
It must be time to join the cat.


Details | Free verse | |

Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


Details | Rhyme | |

4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


Details | Free verse | |

I'VE CROSSED THAT BRIDGE BEFORE

Planning on crossing over
where footprints of night
are ne'er seen...
There fish are spawning
in clear blue stream ~
Surrounded by verdant green;
Nature begins speaking to me.
An antiquated chine-wood bridge
gracefully arches it back
with sturdy braids makes a path ~
That I may cross  to a place serene
Where nightingales and crickets sing
It's a place where I do my thinking
Unafraid to shed my skin ~
by dusk as honey bear I may roam,
by dawn take flight as an eagle
I may be found soaring toward home.
Upon opening mine eyes
I come to realize the colors of the skies
Yes, I've crossed that bridge before


Details | Tyburn | |

Dolphins

Peaceful 
Graceful 
Blissful 
Cheerful 
Swimming dolphins peaceful graceful play 
In a poetic blissful cheerful day 


Details | Choka | |

Environment

Massive straight mountain
Cold formitable laden
With snow very cold

How can those redwoods
Survive harsh environment
Standing straight tall green


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 4 - flowering weed, dancing leaf, life force

at the roadside
solitary flowering weed
vision of loveliness

leaf falling from the tree
does its last dance in the air
then settles to the ground

in the crack in the concrete
the grass pushes upwards
unstoppable life force


Details | Free verse | |

Chief Warrior Eagle

Brave Indian warrior
Sitting alone in the woods
In the soft glowing light
Of a low hanging moon
Shining on the mighty river

Brave Indian warrior
Playing the flute
The forest comes alive
Animals waking from slumber
To hear his melancholy tune

Brave Indian warrior
Deep in thought
The music lets him escape
Taking his mind of things
And focusing

Brave Indian warrior
Reflecting on the past
Thinking of all he did
All he could do
All he should have done

Brave Indian warrior
All alone now
Concentrating
Drifting away
Into exploration of the mind

~~Written By~Brittany Larson~
For Constance's contest ~"Tell His Story"


Details | Shape | |

O h i o

*OHIO*     O     O     OHIO     *OHIO*
 H     H      H     H         !         H     H
 I      I       I---- I         !          I      I
*OHIO*    O     O      OHIO    *OHIO*


Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Somebody's Baby

Somebody’s Baby, lie still 
Embalmed in pure white cotton, 
Cocooned securely, like the babe in arms 
within the shroud. 
Seraphim cavort no more upon a form  
once touched with shades of youthful innocence.

Somebody’s Baby, be sure.
Your time for dreams now spent,
No future beckons only time captured frame by frame,
Frozen in vulgar technicolor;
Close Up; Explicit, depicting genre yet unclassified;
The epic over exposed.
 
Somebody's Baby, be silent.
Grey and gnarled  imposter in the cot
Metamorphosis contrives a landscape dry and gnarled.
No more seductress of tender ministry;
Solitary, silently; endures the travesty
Of human demise.


Details | Cinquain | |

Foggy Morn

Foggy Cool, peaceful morn Solitude's feast of quiet commune Dove's coo Red sun slips over morn's blue horizon. Whispy angel wing clouds decorate sky. Sun's up


Details | Free verse | |

A Beautiful Plant Is Like Having A Friend About The Place

I feel at liberty having you here,
Sitting unassumingly,
In the corner of my lounge. 
Free to cavort naked as my mother bore me,
While you remain firm and sure,
Spurning your chances to,
Remark upon my togs. 
Your bare coat at no time results,
In you objecting, should I open a window or two?
You never shudder or tremble. 
Sometimes I hear you brush,
Tacitly, against my restful sage lounge walls.
Never do you interrupt as I prattle,
On and on and on and on,
About frivolous issues.
I furnish you with drink,
As you, tender the finishing touches to my parlour.


Details | Haiku | |

Pond Life: Lillypads And Frogs

Pond Life: Lillypads and Frogs


lotus flower blooms
showa koi search old pond
pollywogs scatter

pulsing dragonfly
above shadowed frog on pad
unbridled tongue fast

~by deborah burch©
4/27/2012


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Rhyme | |

When Nature's Best Is Not At All That Good

The ecosystem’s perfect design
A providence of the Great Divine.
A holistic balance that should not fail
If well-taken-cared of by those that dwell.

The atmosphere was just enough
To sustain the living and its habitat.
Green vegetations were all around
And so the spring from underground.

The fish; the birds; and the beasts that creep
Are created good and none is least.
Among the creations that co-exist
There’s a complex being, he’s nature’s best.

The best of all is the soul called man
The exact resemblance of the Supreme One.
He was far superior intellectually
Than any on land or those at sea.

That he was groomed for stewardship
To decide what’s good for all the rest.
There was no contest – ‘twas a done-deal
Because the nature’s best could have done it well.

He holds the task all through his life
With a female aide he call her wife.
And to bear offspring to fill the earth
And pass the task right at each birth.

Then intellect has grown so deep
As the sons of men explored the earth.
They sought to change what God had made;
They no longer sheltered on trees and caves.

Then he built a shelter to house his home;
He decides the size and so the form.
Proud of his strength, he broke his back;
To down a tree or slice a rock.

The task he has he soon abused;
What he ought to keep he has destroyed.
The breach and misuse of privilege
Has complicated the life he lived.

The sticks and straws to build a fire
Are no longer fitted to man’s lifestyle
He has devised a modern tool
He has learned to mine and the use of coal.

With just a click he can have light
Or get some warmth on a winter’s night.
His innovation did not end up there;
He made the bomb and drew a scare.

Primeval woodlands that roofed the slopes
Have nothing left but rotten roots.
To the torrent rain the ground exposed;
would slide so soon, it cannot hold.

Man is unmindful to what will happen;
Of the ill-effects of his own doing.
Erosion comes and floodgates opened
Through quarrying and constant logging.

He invented plastic to wrap his stuff;
As food container or drinking cup.
Then threw away in haphazard;
It blocks the creeks and causes flood.

He’s become too lazy to walk a mile;
From his vibrant youth ‘til he retires.
Before a horse had took him there
But now a car that fumes the air.

Man’s toxic waste takes deadly toll;
It warmed the sky and bore a hole.
It melts the ocean’s ancient frost;
Augmenting tides in every coast.

There is no way man can sustain
From the catastrophe of climate change.
The pestilence it brought about
Crops are destroyed by flood or drought.

But man’s too dumb to understand
The come-uppance of what he’s done.
When the life he lives becomes a hell,
He blames on God of his ordeal.

All that has happened is a result;
Man lost his shelter and source of food.
And the grimmest wrath will soon unfold
When the nature’s best is not at all that good.


Date & Time of Writing:
August 19,2012
10:17 a.m - 11:32 p.m.


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Waiting for new leaves

Waiting for New Leaves

I am a red flower tree,
I am waiting for my new long thin leaves,

I am waiting for my leaves,
Like a new beginning for another Spring,

The clouds are trying to console me,
The wind too is trying to soothe me, 
By its cool and refreshing blowing,
The tiny black bird, 
Will come soon again 
To swing and feast,
My red flower's sweet,
Which she eats while singing
And swinging on my trees..

The cycle of life,
Keep running like this.
Seasons come and seasons go,
They leave their impressions, 
On the sands and sky of time.

The only thing which never fails to persist,
Is the change of things and change of time,
Which always turns,
Sooner or later and never fails.

So wait for your turn of good days, 
It would come soon with my new leaves, 
And your hopes and dreams would revive,
To brighten your life,
With love, joy and music.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 7th Aug. 2012

This Poem was originally written by me on 17th May 2010
on the Photo of Red Flower Leaves as my Photo Poem.


Details | Sonnet | |

Survival

I must build a warm shelter, to fight off the cold. 
Solitude coupled with loneliness fall
The need to survive musters up strength bold
Surveying surroundings demands my all

The chill of winter enters my heart's core
Fear wants to settle within my tired chest
There's a strong rock to shelter from the boars
Strength surges to my feet which seek their rest

Limbs, sticks, pine cones gathered to keep the flame
Jerky and trail mix feed hunger's desire 
Rest tired soul your foe defeated without shame 
Dream of conquered poachers tending hell's  fires

Dawn sends me on my way, a stronger man 
Through the north woods I come, my bow in hand. 

I used the first and last lines that were given to me
by Debbie..I did not check to see if they matched what 
was in the posted Crown sonnet..Sara





Details | Free verse | |

Life On Mars

            Life On Mars

Horizons on the red planet rise
To the thinning skies powdery pink
Smoke like, ghost like creatures, pillars of sand
Lifted ever up in the cool swirl Martian winds
Nearly airless as they come to life
Cyclonic Cyclopes dust devils arrive
Grain like monster machines take shape
Terrorizing the silent planet’s sleep
Mars on the rise only wants to keep the peace 
To watch the distant sun go by
Cliffs on the other hand, sit perched for centuries
Hold their own in shadow and in light
Observe the show below, delighted
Desert planes with ghostly pillars
Made of sand, married with the timid wind 
Came to life upon those seas
Dancers on the lonely planet land
To act for audiences who did not show
Then lifting over rocks and mounds
Life on Mars moves on to other spots
For more performances


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Jack Frost Morning

.
                                       Jack Frost on mountain
                                      Overlooking hollows hills
                                        Sun_Jack disappears


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Alliteration | |

Alliteration Fun

The top of the terrace trembles With worshiping warlocks sit wondering So stupendous the sky seems surreal I inquire intelligently inside Thinking that time throws what troubles Colorful chrysalis shines and climbs courageously Lovely light lays on lowered layer Perfect and powerful portrayal presents pleasure Of outrageousness opened only so often Never kneeling now or noticeably feel Sky’s superiority spits my soul’s special sight I enjoy every encased enlightenment Full of fascinating floating essence finally Enveloped within enigmatic enlisted joy The sky spreads its light superiorly shared Remembering recreation watching the real sky
Russell Sivey Entered into Nathan A.'s "alliteration alliteration, nothing but sweet alliteration (must have alliteration in the title)" contest 3/12/2013


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out on the porch

out on the porch listening to nature does the owl hoot Sara?
From the book entitled "I Heard the Owl Call My Name" By Margaret Craven Kwakiatl native American tribe's belief when death is imminent that the Owl calls one's name.. Sponsor: Richard Lamoureux Contest: Questionku Last line a question.. I bet you were not expecting this...


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

a cricket in the eaves
harmonizes with
night rain
==================
old river benue
a fisherman's canoe
ladened for market
==================
graveyard's windy dust
sending papers and leaves high
every ones underground


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Morning Summons

15 February 2010

Morning Summons
By: Noel N. Villarosa


 
God’s morning summons
Placid sea and dawning sun
A walk in the sand


5th Place to Raul Moreno's Seascapes Contest: 2/28/2010


Details | Didactic | |

The Percussion Of Perfection -

There is a beat to the world,
it burns and bites, it can calm & comfort,
it will arouse and it will anger, it is a romantic rhythm,
immutable and immaculate,
an unselfish music it is, life provides this sensative song
and we all perfom a dance of danger, delight,& determination
as a humble gratuity for it's majesty,

how could any rational person contend that Nature is imperfect,
who dares accuse life of wrong doing,
how does such turgidity exist, minds on meger budget,
oh but they do, ugly creatures of hollow heads have argued so pompously
to indict the cosmos with error like how fowl beggars cavil 
about quality of charity,
huffing, moaning, and squirming in their rationalizations for feeling indignant about life
inglorious as dirt on silk,
wrangling like gluttonous mosquitoes, vile & clumsy,
if they were to admit life's absolute perfection
then more self accountability for actions need ensue,
how could they slander Deity without blame,

I spoke to a religious zealot, pious as pain to wounds,
he said, oh no, life, including human discretion cannot be perfect
for there is sin and gross debauchery,
I discussed the matter with a scientist, calculating as the I.R.S., he replied,
no no, you play semantic games, nature is immensely imperfect,
like the price of fame,
I politely requested an example of imperfection from him, he smugly said,
" genetic mutations ", what unabashed ego I thought,
his response seemed word game,
I debated a logician on the subject, thorough as an army ant this one was,
she remarked that the idea of imperfection
could cause imperfect reality,
I said, if anything occurs it must be, otherwise it would not happen,
imperfection is that which should not happen,
all that becomes real is present time impeacability -

J.A.B. %



Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


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All Animals Have Souls

All animals
Live and 
Love.

Animals
Natural 
Instincts
May
Allow them to,
Let their young
Stay safe while, learning to survive.

Having 
A patient and loving parent is
Very
Encouraging as they learn that lesson.

Safety in numbers is paramount.
Often, 
Utilizing a
Love that’s tough, parents
See their little ones grow to adulthood.


Details | Ballade | |

A sunny afternoon

One sunny afternoon

I looked out of my window
It was a sunny afternoon
Behind me on the radio
The softness of a jazz tune
Played so sweetly in my ears
A lovely serenade
And then this sight did catch my gaze
And everything did fade

For there, before my spell bound eyes
I saw this wondrous scene
A mauve hibiscus lighted up
So lovely and serene
Did sparkle like a million gems
Among the mauves and greens
Oh what glory, oh what joy
I felt within this scene.

Oh life is sweet, and life is grand
When seen with heart, and eye
So when this image came to me
My eyes began to cry
As all  my wonder asked of me
Where does it all come from?
So much beauty in this world
It just goes on and on.

23 July 2013 @ 1452hrs.


Details | Haiku | |

spring uprising

winter leaving
smells of spring uprising --
exuberant


Details | Free verse | |

Dripping Pages

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Ballade | |

Softly sipping honey wine

Softly sipping honey wine

Sipping softly honey wine
I hear the rivers song
Lovely lady by my side
With love so sweet and strong
How the river sparkles
It’s on its way to meet the sea
As softly sipping honey wine
We sit here you and me.

Softly sipping honey wine
There’s only you and me
As Pelicans fly us by
This essence, endlessly
Seeps in, as a boat goes by
And trees dance in the breeze
Softly sipping honey wine
We sit here hearts at ease.

Softly sipping honey wine
I know I love you so
No one, my love, could ever love this true
Softly sipping honey wine
I feel loves tender glow
As I look at you, and know you love me too.

Softly sipping honey wine
The two of us together
River reflects the somber skies
They’ll soon be rainy weather
Here in this cosy chalet
Telling you that I love you
Softly sipping honey wine
And sharing love so true


Details | Rengay | |

Waterfall Trickles

waterfall trickles thawing ice releases drops.. moss 'pon rocks turns green The frozen giant towers Great mighty melting water waterfall's moisture seeps as spring awakes nature... deer sups deep from stream rain from mountain top turns to mist as it comes down.. rainbow in my eyes The bridal veil waterfall Seen through Azaleas' blossoms The morning day scents Come blooming into my life Melting waterfall
Russell Sivey & Sara Kendrick This is a collaboration between Sara and myself. She did lines 1,3,5 I did lines 2,4,6


Details | Haiku | |

ZOOKEEPER

Lookin' after pests
Keepin' a CLOSE eye on 'em
"Those wild animals!"

Roamin' around zoo
Searchin' for sneaky monkey
Hidin' in a tree

Zookeeper gets mad
"Where's Marty, the smartypants!?"
"He TOOK my cage keys!"


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Heart Wood

I lean against the broad expanse of your stalwart form
and know the deep serenity of one who's found a home.
No wondering, no wandering, roots hold me transformed
and as your leaves take flight, I know in Spring you'll bloom.

For now each aged leaf lets go, and on swift currents roam
aloft they frolic playfully as sprightly spirits soar  
before they rest and come back to earth blending with the loam.

I have been lost, not known my place, so now I stand still.. braced
wondering if such peace was worth this stand, these roots, this sky?
Would I have wished to never know the joy of far-off places 
for all the fear that came with growth, would I take roots, not I.

To wander is the greatest gift, to wonder is to try
I love the forest deep and dark but my home's here
within myself my heart, my mind, my spirit..well..it flies.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Beside me

The night of the fallen,the fall in the deep
I wake up exploring my thoughts in my sleep
I shake up believing it all was a game
Taking me under an ocean of rain

You stand there beside me to ease up the pain
Without you it's all just adventure to gain
A proud face- the star leading me on my path
Shining, to give me the strength of your light

In order are finally all priorities set
Happiness, joy from the world to get
Go, fight, become whoever you want,
Your dreams are all yet to be found...


Details | Couplet | |

Beachside Food and Drink Slinks

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Year after Year



                                          When crows builds 
                                  their nest it is a sign of spring
                                        it builds a new home
                                            year after year













10-03-2012
A-L Andresen


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 | Couplet | |

When Shadows Fall

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


Details | Free verse | |

like diamonds


two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.


Details | Ballade | |

As the day wakes up

As the day wakes up

Oh, such a lovely morning
The big moon in the sky
Gives to the morn such mystery
As the night begins to die
Soon the sun will shine on down
To awaken all the day
As me, I sit and write these songs
In my own sweet special way.

It’s good to hug the mornings
As the song birds come to life
Singing in great multitudes
Bout happiness, and strife
Then head off to their daily chores
Until the day is done
To sing again when evening
Does bid goodnight to sun.

Oh, such a joy this morning is
It fills my heart with bliss
Takes me to another world
And I can tell you this
There is no place I’d rather be
Than in these morning scenes.
They bring to me such harmony
And make life so serene.

15 January 2014 @ 1120hrs.

 


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Wrinkles

Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face…

Couldn't you have found some other place ?

What made you furrow between my eyes ?

And all those creams, they are nothing but lies….

When I look in the mirror, all I can see…

Is a silver haired person staring back at me….

Then there are the lines , which run down the sides of my nose…

Running in circles, round my lips, down my neck and into my clothes….

Speaking of clothes , isn’t that where the wrinkles should be ?

Is nature playing a trick on me ?

Or is this a sign “ old “ is sneaking up on me ?

It seems only yesterday I was a young girl .. and had my whole life ahead of me…

So simple..so free……

Which don’t take me wrong I have enjoyed my life’s ride…

And there isn’t much in my life, I haven’t tried….

But it should would be nice if I could just see…

Myself with one less wrinkle…when I looked back at me…..


Details | Free verse | |

Duck Side Story

You have your North side ducks, 
And you have your south side ducks.
Neither the twain shall meet.
For each one had his nose in the air. 
They simply would not do the greet.

So as it happens they would dance with flair in the middle of the pond.
Always trying to out do the other side…Yes, let’s call it ‘Stomp The Pond’
Wings in motion lifting them up, to stomp the waters with their feet
Acrobatics and splashing around… Man it looked so neat.

So Stella, one of the South Side Ducks fell in love with her North side Pete.
But she couldn’t cross the middle of the pond, with so much action in the way.
Fussing, blustering, and carryings on were the name of the day.

But you know, there’s always one strange duck, and that’s the one who built a bridge.
Now all the others could come across or watch the stomp from the middle of the id.
My moral, I say to you young ones… is as appealing as stomping can be…
The world works better when brought together… 
By the builders of a bridge.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Be Still

And the westerly wind,
Will blow a sea of waving grass
And the sea's fine mist 
Will breathe drops like dew
And the sinking suns
Will cloak the sky's horizon
And the moons of Autumn
Will beckon the golden fertililty of the harvest
And the violet tinged edge of night
Will cry for the white bursting of the stars
And the carved thrust of the mountain range
Will challenge the forever yielding blue
And the hovering tunes of the dawn's awakening
Will mimic the lullaby of my dreams
Rise


Details | Haiku | |

---an autumn morning

an autumn morning
while walking in the rain
soup cooking


Details | Personification | |

Life Cycle of a Leaf

Fresh spring green was I when first born
Upon a sunny late March morn
But a darker emerald I became
Drenched by April’s pounding rain

All summer long I held my own
Granting reprieves with shadows thrown
For picnics I provided shade
Feeling such joy as children played

But bodies change as seasons pass
Now multi-hues I have amassed
Yellow, amber and crimson red
But I still hang as others fled

The nearby oak is now stripped bare
On soil my mates are lying there
Maple leaves too have joined the pile
And I’m the last to stay awhile

Many colors adorn below
Paths where fall hikers like to go
I’m in God’s hands; he holds the keys
But oh, dear Lord, here comes a breeze


*Entry for Carol Brown’s “Leaves, Leaves, Leaves” contest
By Carolyn Devonshire, October 4, 2011


Details | Haiku | |

Haikus About God: III

Beauty of nature
Why condense it down to God?
Isn’t life enough?


Details | Rhyme | |

In The Meadow

In the meadow is a quiet place
Little creatures run around and give chase
In the meadow were it is peaceful 
Little creatures have dreams that are cheerful
In the meadow were the sun some how shine
Little things of nature will combine
In the meadow the wind blows softly
Little creatures get bother abruptly
In the meadow life goes on with delight
Little creatures scurry when it becomes night

In the meadow the grass some how gets tall
Little that we know it makes sounds that call
In the meadow we hear whistles
Little sounds that some times chimes like crystals
In the meadow the water flows
Little things beside the water grows
In the meadow we smell moist grass
Little we know that nature has sass
In the meadow we wonder what will be
Little is what we know about the meadow you see


Details | Free verse | |

Bao - Yu

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


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


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sunsets and Journeys

Poem about beautiful sunsets and the journey of life.

Spent all day walking on the beautiful powdery white beach. Picking
up oceans treasures, scallop shells calico in colors rich and diverse,
conch, coral, cockel, Sand dollar, sea biscuit, lightning welk, snell shells
of every kind. Ocean breakers emerald crashing and rumbling up onto
the porcelain beach. Wade out let it splash all over me so cooling and
refreshing along with ocean breeze. Splash on the face I lick it off,
exquisitely salty. sand Pipers skiddering along, Pelicans and sea gulls
in the indigo sky catching my eye. Such beautiful things my spirit uplifted.
Sun now kissing the ocean in an explosion of colors. I sit down
 to take it all in. Orange, scarlet, green, violet, purple, amber,
 gold, emerald, jasper, amathyst, amber, alibaster and every
 hue inbetween. A glorious feastfor the eye and mind
 to put at ease. Dark now as the golden moon
takes it's Majasties place. What a simply wonderful day.
Giving sigh it's over I could do this forever. Time to go back to my home
in Arkansas. We have beautiful sunsets there as well. Beautiful mountains,
streams, forests, springs, caves, clear lakes await for me to revisit.
The air is clean with a fragrant scent, purple, yellow, orange, lavender,
azure, indigo, cardinal, porcalin, pink and more colors than I can
describe wild flowers frow. Clear blue rivers rush with white roaring 
rapids to float, forests of emerald abundant to explore. Mountains 
treacherous to scale, Hot springs to sooth and heal both body and 
spirit. Diamonds to find, red, champagne, blue, sparkling enchanting 
exquisite. Crystals bound in the mines near the healing hot springs,
amythest, garnets, water crystals, rubies and jasper in georgeous
colors crafted into rings, bracelets, pendants, watch bands and so
many more elegant things. I may never get to return to the beloved 
beaches again in my life, but I still have all these wonderous things
in My Natural Arkansas. However if I am fortunate enough to return to 
the glorious oceans and beaches, I will once again enjoy the treasures,
pleasures, sunsets  to behold so bold and vibrant, more wonderful
memories if it comes to pass. one never knows for certain what lays
ahead down lifes path so onward we go and enjoy each blessing
that the Lord has prepared to us to see. Hopefully we will learn on
this journey to love, care for and share with each other.


Details | Haiku | |

Awe Man

<                                 life's bare essentials
                                   can become some great assets
                                   in dires time need

                                  predator or prey
                                  endangerment of species
                                  remains that of man 




Entry For John Freeman's 
Haiku/Senryu 
Natural And Beyond Contest 
G.L. All                               


Details | Free verse | |

I See Beauty - I Feel Love










~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

new aquatic species

       Science in all fascination has discovered a species aquatic 

  Theorizing this new yet old species remained hidden as Merman  

  only to live in secret at the oceans floor the mermaid a tribe indigenous 

  once said to be myth yet all proof and technology film does not lie 

  Tsunamis has given the ocean a true glance of the man with webbed hands

  The species communes with dolphins will be under a microscope to analyze  ?


    " The World is not ready to see what I have "  Jacques Cousteau ~


         to be entered in The Science contest ~


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Journey into the unknown

Let me take a journey into the unknown
A journey that might change what I thought I had known
A journey into the self
A journey into me
The id, the ego
Who am I?
Would I still be me if I stopped doing what I do?
(Would I still be me) if I changed my face?
(Would I still be me) if I changed my living space?
What is life?
Is it the breath, the body, the spirit or the soul?
Does it have anything to do with style?
Am I alive when I sleep?
How is life affected when I weep?

What is love?
What is love
Is it the friendship, affection or adoration?
How do I know when I am loved?
What signs are there when I give it?
Does my family always love me?
Do they love me when they are angry?
Do they love it when I am mad or sad and feeling bad?
Do they love me when I don’t love them back?
Someone tell me what is love?


Now let’s talk about death
Is death always cruel?
Or is it sometimes a favour?
I wonder why people cry
How else can you meet your saviour?
My soul is troubled
My heart unsettled
I am afraid, so very afraid
Why were we created if our inevitable destiny is death?
Who has the map to paradise?
Who knows about eternity?

I need answers about morality
Somebody talk to me about equality
Tell me about justice and truth
Do these things really exist?
Some things you will never understand
Where is the fairness when someone puts the letter l in lambdacisms and the letter s in lisp.


Details | Acrostic | |

Bird of Paradise

Buds of beauty begin to appear.
Iridescences sparkle in the sun. 
Robins start their trek up north.
Discovery has just begun.
 
Opulent life begins to emerge.
Flowers soon bloom amid color’s serge.
 
Perky pedestrians jog through the parks.
Artists are seen painting in the streets.
Rifles and guns are put away.
All of life enjoys a sweet warming show.
Daffodils display their cheerful smile.
Impatienses patiently watch. 
Springtime smells permeate the air.
Earth effervescently glows.

© April 12, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

Train Journey

I sit here by the window
and watch quietly
as the train moves along
Outside
I see land - 
wild beautiful land
still untouched by man
and it creates within me
a feeling that is wild and boundless

The beautiful trees
in many places
so closely clustered together
though of mixed species
seem to cry out 
a message of love and unity
to all mankind
I see flowers - 
plain simple flowers
there is a beauty in them - 
the beauty of simplicity

There are children on the hillsides -
the country folk
people call them
My heart sings as I watch them
They know us not on the train
but yet they wave at us
and we wave back at them
because their action is filled 
with some sentiment 
that is pleasing to us

Shimmering little pools of water
pulsating with life
appear and then vanish
out of sight
but the picture of life
within them
remains with me

The cows and the horses 
graze in the pastures
some sit
others browse slowly along
O how I envy their leisurely
pace of life!


Details | Quatrain | |

Tae ma wee quiet Pawky frien'

Hello yea bonny wee pawky thing, sittin' there tuggin' at ma hert strings. Aye yer wee ,an' oan yer oan yer hard tae see, niver mind wee thing jist let it be. Withoot you, we wid hae a scunnered land, aye wee thing yea think yer oanly a wan man band, Help tho' is niver sae far away, life's dramas are nae a'ways dark an' grey. Yer mair important than yea think, mair important than oanything that's gone extinct. Withoot you an' aw yer like kind. this wurld wid be in a massive bind. So wee thing get rid o' that pawky look, yer really a giant in oany history book. Since the beginning, you have been there to provide, so yer wee sel,' behind a bushel please dinny hide. Yer no' stonnin' there oan yer oan yea ken, yea hiv hunners an' hunners o' ither frien's. Oan iv'ry country an' continent yea hav' many kin. fur eons an eons that's a'ways bin. Dayin' yer very very important job, so ma wee courin' thing dinny sob. Be a happy pert o' this wurld sae great, yer up there in lights, aye wee thing, that's yer fate. Yer fate tae provide fur aw this world's life, withoot yer life givin' skills, we wid be in strife. Naw !!no' in strife, cos wee widnae be here, so ma bonny wee pawky thing, ston' up an' cheer. Ston' up ston' up, fur heaven's sake, Ston' up ston' up, a great bow, please take. Nae langer be a wee quiet gentle pawky thing, cos great nourishing life you duly bring. Oh ah ken it's no oan yer oan yea achieve sae much, miracles oan yer oan there is really nonesuch. But wae aw yer mullins an' mullians oh kin yea have, yea kin feed them aw, like the proverbial fatted calf. Yea see noo, yer nae langer a wee pawky thing, wae aw yer greenie pals tae the world , greatness yea bring. Taegither yea will clan, an' nae langer be a wan man band, wae aw yer kin an' their amazin' skills at hand. Aw yea amazin' wee verdant clever thing, yea ken noo join wae yer pals tae bring. Feed the masses aw aroon the world, let yer flag of knowledge be unfurled. Yea thocht yea wir jist a wee singular thing, but now yea ken yer pals arrr 'around, tae bring. Aye, aw yer pals, arr' a touch o' class, nae langer ma wee thing are yea jist wan wee blade o' grass. The Auld Yin.


Details | Fibonacci | |

A Lot Of Gray

Bright Sun Golden Silhouettes Trees' uplifted arms Shines against sky's gray whispy clouds Seems to paint fluorescent light against clouds at center Contemplating are shapes and a lot of gray what one who is color blind sees most morns


Details | Free verse | |

The Fountain Garden

Amid the flowers ever blooming, ever fragrant,
Amid the stone pathways edged with brick,
Amid the gravel I peacefully walk over, 
Hearing the slight crunch beneath my feet,
Here lies color upon color of hanging baskets and garden trims.
Here lie bushes of color to draw me in.
Cooler air and peaceful, beauty surrounds me like a cocoon.
And amid this a fountain of gentle beauty I do not wish to leave soon.
A fountain that totally greets my senses.
The running of water, the bubbling and tumbling over stone.
I feel the peaceful sounds deep and close inside.
A bench begs me- “Stop. Rest your weary soul. Feel the peaceful sound.”
Here the songs of birds do greet me as they eat from feeders above and
Drink from the fountains below.
Their colored plumage and delicate flight adding to the beauty bestowed.
Other fountains with gurgling water entice me from place to place.
What beautiful shapes and designs do I anticipate to be next?
Beside what peaceful flow of water will I next seek my rest?
I linger and forget my travails as I mentally rest.
In this shadowed and cool garden I linger to hear sounds and see sights 
Never to forget.
As I continue the journey an occasional bench begs my senses- to stop again.
Feel the peace. See what is here.
Some fountains have hidden treasures to espy.
Statuary nymphs and frogs peak quietly from gentle foliage nearby.
I beg to know what animals traverse here in peace within this world.
My mind begs me to write words to describe such delights.
I am enveloped in a feast before, behind, and surrounding my senses.
A trellis begs my attention in lush smells sent to my nose.
A trellis of color and unusual design to add to my prose.
A water sprite beckons my indulgence to notice her again.
Finally the tumbling of water sends me forward to a new treat,
Begging of my senses the new treasures for to eat.
Each a joy to behold. Each adding to my wish to never leave.
Eventually the world will again bend me to my knees.
But a moment I have gained of beauty to behold.
A memory to take in my sojourn, as my life unfolds.
Memories that can bring me back to this peaceful place in my mind.
Though only a moment, I have gained something precious to behold.
I now carry within a pocket of my mind- a memory to bring me back to
The Fountain Garden.

CSEastman  


Details | Tanka | |

So real

God is not a man
Unlike man, is not greedy
Ever-mighty is this God
He recognize every tone
Unlike man, is ubiquitous


Details | Kwansaba | |

High TIDE that Binds

Rhythm develops 
everything
horrid
heavenly thoughts
misery
tones of home vibrate
livelihood exists inside
ambiance waves crash
tear shorelines
sliding through marinas
ships live n' die
by rhythm

high tide
to low the sailor knows
to schoon the great deep sea
respecting nature's violent blessing
the Bind that won't untie
excitement for the divide
all there
inside the rhythmic ride
arithmetic and music
cruising ocean blue
with the muse
the full moon at the side
providing just the perfect stride



Details | Haiku | |

The Moon

The wolf finds the moon Howling his thoughts to the sky She never answers
AgMoore© 07/2011


Details | Ballad | |

The Long Way Home

trotting across my back field
there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s misty friend is climbing 
through the cold, prickly wires

Delicately drenched, 
as wet as 
a dog’s kiss,
there’s a-storm brewing-in
it’s casual pal is breezing-
bothering the wicker trees.

his smile- 
brightens my mind 
like the italian renaissance.
inhaling red tipped 
cigarettes 
we chat under the glistening leaves. 

But there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s hamper full dirty laundry
is drying-
stringing across my back yard. 

his laugh-
is as pleasing 
as old dogs learning new tricks.
Just one more outburst, 
and I swear this storm will turn to stone. 

I bask-
his attention is as gratifying 
as a masters gentle stroke
just one more round of 
darting eyes and light hearted jokes.

I realize now, 
He grumpiness does best
to protect what’s raw and rare-
from the snakes who try to tear us away from home.

Like stumpy cigarettes, 
hanging off the tips 
of tough our lips. 
we’ll share each other’s worlds.
Yes, Like stumpy cigarettes, 
hanging off the tips 
of tough our lips.
Come- 
let’s melt into each other’s worlds.


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The only planet of choice

Nowadays, when I look at sunset I feel as it is the last one...
We have a big problem!
All of us on the Earth must ask ourselves what we have done to our beautiful and unique Earth.
Because of our shameless egoism we have forgotten how to live with the nature and how to thank God for living on the Earth.
Why is it so hard living simple life instead what we are doing now; we have complicated everything!
Our planet is called "The only planet of choice" and what have we chosen!?
We have chosen our self destruction because the only thing we destroy is human existence.
The Earth will be existing in the future after punishing human race for being and acting like gods.
The new circle will begin and the new kind of life will substitute stupid humans.
Our final destiny will be "lost in the universe without home".
But all this should not be happen if we change ourselves.
We must love the Earth, our beautiful home because it is our promised land, our paradise.


Details | Free verse | |

Words of Life

Drowning in the pool of anguish…oh…oh…
I’m venturing into the forest…and I want to hear the words seep out 
Release these aching sorrows…I worry my soul’s drying out…
like a drought…
Drain out the fluids from my heart
It’s gouging me…bruising me to the core…

**chorus** 
Embrace the light…embrace the midnight sky…
You fall in my arms – you die so warm
Shed me more sun to lift up my spirits
From the…underground…and release me – I’m breathless
I’m drowning in doubt…ooh… oh… 


Remember me…I’m falling…into my swirling fate…hanging on the roots 
Strangling my heart…distorting in my veins… I’m bleeding so softly – cut out the wood…
Splintering me…I’m shattering… and I’m falling in the abyss
Bring me more radiance from my candle light
Warp me up in bliss…don’t let the midnight sky…don’t take away my delight
From the…ocean…and save me—save me…oh… oh…  I’m failing 

*chorus*

I’m drowning in regret…ooh..oh…
Hit the bull’s eye in my heart…embrace the light
And don’t leave me hanging in the abyss…hand me a kite!
Save me before I fall apart…shut out the night
And don’t let the dusk escape us…

I must confess…
I must confess…
I hate to see you abandon the light…
But I’m not the one to save you from the night
Ooh…ohh…

*Chorus* 

Splintering lies fill your heart 
I want to kiss it goodbye…
But you’ve mastered it like a piece of art
I want to kiss the abyss and die…
Dry… I wanna touch the sky with my whole soul
But I’m failing and the end of time has taken its toll
Tainted sorrow…swims around me…I dwell where the waters depart
But the anguish still swarms in my heart…
I’m failing…my heart stops beating
And my desires are fleeting
From my grasp
And the monsters laugh at me…as I fall… 

*chorus*

Embrace the midnight sky…catch me…catch me…
As I fall in death’s arms…I die so cold
And your heart is made of gold

Untangle the darkness & take away the nightmares 
Answer our prayers & block out the night 
Erase the heartaches & wipe away our tears
Unravel Your words of life & delight


Details | Verse | |

Right Now

In the exact moment that I am right now
I stand in a sea of vulnerability;
susceptible to the effects of causes around me
and since I am fully aware, 
I own my surroundings
I am one with sounds and vibrations
resonating from the earth;
I am that pulse of the drum beat 
thats been thrashing 
inside me since birth

Right now, I am exactly as I am
deeply flawed and misjudged
used, victimized and persecuted
Right now I am you in the absolute

Right now, I am exactly as I am
balanced, whole and complete
attracting abundance and certainty  
Right now I am peace - still you
 
Right now, I am exactly as I am
You


Details | Couplet | |

My Treasure Within

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


Details | Free verse | |

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day

Sun Kiss - Welcome the Day
                   by Amy Swanson



Kissed so softly by the sun

          warmth on my face

                    wind in my hair

                              enjoying this place


          of quiet contentment
  
          at peace with life

          letting my problems

                   go .... 

                         ... flow... 

 
out into this

sunfilled
sunshine
sunglow
sunkissed

                        afternoon

                        without a care.


Breeze blows gently
       
            I close my eyes ...


                          soul drifts along


                          entwined with nature

                          precious moment

                          peaceful solitude

                                               ~d
                                                    r
                                                      i
                                                        f
                                                          t
                                                            i
                                                              n
                                                                g~
                                                                          dreamlike...

kiss of sun

       hot on my eyelids -

                                                   my heart open


                                                   I welcome the day.


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

The Universal Question (for ^Rick Parise's 'The Universe' contest)

The Universal Question
(9.7.10) 

What is all of this?
When did this happen?
How did I get here?
Where did I come from?
Who am I asking?

What should I do?
When will I know?
How can I tell?
Where do I go?

Who am I?
What are you?
When are we?

Above
all else,

Why?


Details | Free verse | |

The Backside of Killington Mountain

Killington Mountain, one of the largest Ski resorts in New England.
With its webbing of trails, dotted with colourful kaleidioscopic ski outfits;
racing to the Castle they call a Base Lodge.

My Cabin is atop a mountain across two valleys from Killington's backside
I can see the untamed, wild and free side of Mother Nature's: True being
Where deers have no fears, and the Bald Eagle soars Free

I once did a recue mission there, and when all were safe, I walked
Into the forrest of Nature,where mankind had never before intruded
I walked where the Deer, Bed. where the eaglets squawked for food

I saw the Black Bear awake; "Good Morning Mrs. Black Bear"she Yawned
And walked away.I heard the Evergreens giggle as melting snow ticked Pines
The Serenity,Tranquility,enveloped me in Nature's Wonder of the World.
      Inspired by Linda(PD) with her Contest: 7 Wonders of the Ancient and
                     New World. This POEM is one of my 7 Wonders.
This is Dedicated to all POETS who have written about the Autrocitys of 
Mankind to "  Nature or THE Beauty of Mother Nature in Rhyme "
                           This is not a Contest Entree


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

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


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

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


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


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



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

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Jetsam Of Scuttled Me

There is no peace
In this squall that is my soul
This shipwreck of suffering
Dawn's flag fluttering
A cove that won't let go

My reflection is gone
But you're still there
Gelid lips still bearing
The salt of placid caring
The coral of kicking seas

I hear the horn resounding
Midnight's mistress crowning
As bottled moonlight spills all
The red tide of hope drowning
The fabled fathoms of Luna's call

Behold the glass inlet
Where jagged love flows free
Beneath my shredded mast
The threaded din of reflections past
That's where tomorrow finds
Jetsam of scuttled me


Details | Free verse | |

If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


Details | Rhyme | |

A Planet In Despair

 
As this planet's caretakers 
Just what have we done 
To our dear mother earth 
For our luxuries and fun 

Torturing and killing 
This celestial body 
Surrounded by stars 
Writhing and rotting 

Poisons poured down 
Atmosphere's throat 
With toxic chemicals 
The planet we soak 

The rapid destruction 
Of the ozone layer 
At the unmerciful hands 
Of nature's true slayer 

The one's who steal 
And live to destroy 
The forests and trees 
And nature's true joys 

Killing the wildlife 
All over the map 
Considered mere beasts 
Yet the savage is man 

We take down their homes 
Without second thought 
We butcher and slaughter 
Vile planet we've wrought 

No, life on this earth 
Is not just our own 
For the taking and raping 
We have done all alone 

We have only created 
A planet in despair 
An earth crying out 
Do we even care? 

Our oceans now filled 
With poisonous oil 
Spilled by the greed 
Of those who toil 

For the very last drop 
Of our liquid gold 
To life in these waters 
Our hearts ever cold 

Often left entirely soaked 
Dripping with damage done 
Those that are left to die 
In oceans of oil and muck 

As the number of animals 
At our ever brutal hands 
Decline and go extinct 
With them diminish our lands 

Each and every single day 
They struggle to survive 
Even the most illiterate 
Can read it in their eyes 

They are the true victims 
Under man's brutal dominion 
Who along with us, pay the price 
The eventual planet's oblivion 

For what man does gain 
With all his luxuries 
Is mother earth destroyed 
The defenseless suffering 

Yes, I am a tad disturbed 
By man as he still covets 
But pay no mind for all I am 
Is a disgruntled, middle-aged poet 


Copyright © 2010 Camille Rose Castillo 



Details | Tanka | |

The Importance of Seeds


Life begin with seeds
It can protect the whole world
Can hold our future
So take care of our nature
Don’t cut trees for selfish greed

People suffer much
From natural disasters
Because of the seeds
They didn’t give importance
Destroying our mother earth

It’s not too late friends
Plants seeds for your country’s sake
Be the one to prove
That you care your family
Because of the seeds of life




8th Place Winner
Sandy's "SEEDS" poem contest





Details | Rhyme | |

I Am What I Am


I am a simple lady,
Doing simple things in a day,
I born in this world,
Doing my best if I could.

I’m here not to impress people,
Nor try to show them I’m able,
I act according to what I thought,
And follow God, the creator of this world.

Life is not as simple as I think,
But I face it without a blink,
More important is that I have the strength,
To overcome trials on my way to the end.


5th Place Winner
For SKAT's "You" Contest


Details | Ghazal | |

Ghazal at New Dawn

To once transcend and yet remain here
A life, what was, some wind hath lain here.

A fortress sinks by fate and blood
What glory, tell, made life adorned here?

Supple trace of ill containment
So forced from death but to be chained here.

Lilac crumbs mark travels homeward
Or a path unseen to life beyond here.

How I, a rose on nested silk
Make peace at last to travel on here.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Canadian Geese II

canadian geese gleaning plowed cotton field.. last meal before roost


Details | Free verse | |

Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | Blank verse | |

Hummingbird

Sweet little hummingbird so small so slight
I do so love to watch you when you appear.
To hear your wings humming as you fly
it fills me with joy to watch you buzz around.
From flower to flower, you travel on wind currents
drinking floral nectar so you can fly forever after.
Pollen you spread giving back to the life where you fed.
Oh sweet hummingbird is it loving life where you are led?


Details | Verse | |

One Gray Stone

 

Quietly I wait, thin, round, I hold the perfect shape To be the one chosen, if only to be picked I'll promise you my wanderer you worries I shall fix With thrusting speed and gracious flight a great release I await a simple flick of thy wrist and across the waters' I'll skate I'll sail so free in dancing steps with murmurous whispers I'll sing In flight I'll ease your weary mind then beneath the waters' I'll sink A peaceful day is all I'll leave as rippling dreams float free I am that stone of simple beauty in silence I sit and wait.... _________________________________


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Speculum Naturae Matris - Mother Nature's Mirror

Many tales encase mirrors
both glittering and new,
still the reflections portrayed
may become distorted by a single
crack thus one becomes many.
Light absorbed and then broken
in to an array of colour; many
smiles surround the boundless
room of Mother Nature’s good will.
The purest of white floats across
the bright blue sky,
like magical boats carrying
the very essence of innocence.
Then yet human nature is selfish
thus reflecting a darker side;
we all harbour inner demons that
manifest themselves, like the
sly virus created by man that
leaves a path of destruction
across and within nature’s niches.
But still Mother Nature forgives
for her resilience is beyond the
claws of man; She will remain even
when we are gone for day and night
are locked in an eternal cycle for
ever to be the mirror in to
which we peer in to her world.
Regardless of our selfish nature
She will always be heard whenever
we need teaching from wrong to right; 
her voice is always there in the 
form of eruptions from her fiery belly,
violent quakes from within her soul 
and almighty thunder from within 
her powerful lungs creating 
tornadoes and hurricanes alike.
Still Mother Nature is forgiving
but our inner demons continue to
shadow the mirror in to her world
thus we are destined to overstep
our limitations and end up trapped
in a whirlpool of denial and false
hope.


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---gold leaves cling to life

gold leaves cling 
as snow mounds on the maple…
cattle low 


Kigo-gold leaves/fall
Poet: D. Guzzi


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The Beach

What a magical place, the beach.
Where there is no need to sing and no need to look back to the regrets of each day.
Where we can silently listen to what it is the waves try to tell
Where the rocks serve as the cushion where we softly lay down each painful         
memory, that even though they hurt we want to protect.
Where the past becomes jealous of the present.
Where we patiently await for the waves to carry away the message in a bottle to some 
safe and nonexistent destination.
											
Yes, the beach, where the cool breeze caresses the stress and sadness off our faces
Where crying in the rain is over-rated
Where every tear drowns a memory
And the waves crash against the rocks as if beating an odd

Where there is no need to sing, do you hear the wind? Do you understand its melody? 
Can you feel its strength undressing every inch of every scar time has tattooed in our 
lives?
The beach and its wide space where you can hear the eco of your silence screaming into 
the air whatever it is that makes you silently cry.
Where every ray of sun burns the unnecessary and painful thoughts that float into space.
Yes, the beach where the silence is invaded by the splendid rudeness of the wind
Where you can build a castle in the sand, be the queen/king, and rule the world.
Where we can freely unleashed the Black Stallion inside our spirits that we are forced to 
imprison.
Where you see the future shine in the polychromatic coral reefs. 
Where salt taste so sweet.
The beach where 5:00 A.M. is the precise time to live for an eternity and 6:00pm the 
precise time to leave it all behind and start all over again.


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SHIPWRECK OF THE FISHING FLEET

SHIPWRECK OF THE FISHING FLEET                                 11/24/2012


He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

Fishing was the fruit of life
their land bore little green
the joy and danger that it brought
left little in between
and men who braved those waters
better be prepared to die
for reaping nets and filling holds
bows to a fickle sky

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
To tell the lusty tale
      of how north winds had jumped from waves
      to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White-Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in Arctic shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

a putrid glass forced through his teeth-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       prickles kissed his skin
       He found her face beyond his pain, smile that could disarm--
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
       he caught a fish of charm



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Whispers of an African River - Mana Pools National Park

Ripples of blue and silver dance
impala males jump and prance
In a land where imagination roams to and fro
and the waters of old eb and flows

Dust holds memories from near and far
The sky, escarpment, and water beat out a rhythm of 
The dreams of many, the thoughts of a few,

ZAMBEZI, O MIGHT OF THE SOUTHERN HINTER LANDS OF AFRICA
GIVING AND TAKING. YOUR PRIDE IN LIFE IS LIVED
YOUR COURSE DIRECTED BY THE THINGER OF THE MASTER DESIGNER
FORCE AND STRENGTH  BOW BEFORE HIS MIGHTY HAND

Deep is the current and long is the stride of Him who taught you as a child O ZAMBEZI,
where your banks and streams will go. 
Were you there at the beginning?
To see His plan, hear His words, savor His counsel.
Take heed to give life as He has given you so much life.

The sound of life echoes long and hard through this valley below the falls and the open sea.
Elephants, hippos, and lions create and compose an elegant cacophony.
Animals play on the banks,Birds dance on the wind. 

The escapement sits and watches. Ever still, but never stagnate
Mana Pools, place of meaning. Where water parted mountains a mellinia ago.
Escarpments looking north and south, watching, waiting, guarding.

Life here moves at leisure, no race. 
The life of hustle and bustle has no place.
In a way, even time and space seem pleasantly married together 

So whether you a travel from far or near, they meet you and greet you and treat you. 
Here on the flood plains.
Where a recollection of memories are locked away in the safe of sentimentally. 
To a feast of the soul, spirit, mind, and body. 
Where you can relax and let worry be forgotten. 


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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


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Yin Yang

Yin Yang
Joanna Davis


We make our own demons
create our own gods
our lives are a series of evens and odds
In the ebb and flow of the rockiest tide,
truth is a pearl, we all seek to hide
Success, just failure turned on its head,
The path to victory, is littered with dread
Desire and fear a fraternal twin,
thoughts control if you lose or you win!
A need, a plan, action and grace,
will shield you from all arrows you’ll face
You cannot win, without playing the game,
if nothing is changed, the results are the same
The life you make is all in your mind,
to have tomorrow you must leave yesterday behind.


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Summer's relief

the heat of summer dripped down my spine
and tears dried in my eyes,
the sun was harsh and so was life
a lesson learned in time.
the leaves turned the boldest colors
and in one final sweep
summer's sorrow was blown away 
and winter came to sleep. 
an icy breath blew through my lungs
and once again i felt anew,
for it reminded me of winters past
and that a balance still rang true.


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A New Pair of Glasses

Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. “It’s an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It’s up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we’ll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we’re headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He’s calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He’ll catch you when you’re falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that’s ok, you know. For in our quest for what’s to come, they’ll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here’s the best news yet…… We’re promised a life we’d never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we’ll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we’re living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We’ll see laughter through the tears!


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Heifer

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That Cow Heifer Ignorant Won't care for her calf She ignored baby when was born Refused to bathe or nurse it, walks off with it crying My daughter is now bottle feeding calf on top of other responsibilities
Click on "About This Poem"


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Where does the Time go

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


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Apples and Oranges

Apples and oranges growing on tree
in a world where all people are equal
yet many of us will still disagree
Waiting for the next terrible sequel

Where force is used instead of any speech
Even our churches are becoming bare
They search for serenity at the beach
Children telling their folks this isn’t fair

We’re much more than apples and oranges
We all have a heart and a soul for life
Forget about those apples and oranges
since those fruits can’t have a husband or wife
 
The human race is the only race here
when we come together we’ll face our fear




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Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


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I wish for a tree

I wish for a tree
Far away from home
Quiet by the sea
I wish for a tree
Just for me
In a hammock all alone
I wish for a tree
Far away from home


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The Beach

Sun kissed sand, Waves crashing, Seagulls laughing The Beach Feel the heat dancing on your skin, Filtering through you, Penetrating your skin The Beach A contradiction between your senses The cool, cold water lapping you Surrounding you, Taking you in with every crashing wave The Beach There is an island beyond the horizon The clear, blue sea surrounding it The grainy sand behind you Clinging on to you The Beach Close your eyes Let the heat penetrate you, The water envelope you Because slowly Slowly, It’s time to leave


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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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The Garden -Song of Song-

Garden plump and ripe
My needs have been provided-
Content and happy


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Near Fear

The sky slowly grows dark
Like a seeking, creeping, shark.
Moving shadows disappear, but something
ominous and wicked is near.
It holds promises of fear my dear.
Leaves commit to a dance
as if well organized and not by chance.
Will circumstance meet your demise or 
will it be a complete and unexpected surprise?
From the ground comes a moaning, groaning sound.
drumming, pounding, on your head.
Like the heartbeat of the long ago dead.
A wise individual once said, 
it is the curtain of our mind that reflects our dread 
making it real and not pretend.
The next time your fears begin to rise
Look within the window of your head
And shove them out until they are dead.


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Sea Shells

Rinsed aground.
Recording existence.
Abandoned dwellings wait to be found.

Each new tide 
Decorates the seashore –
Leaving remnants of moments in time.

Dawn awakens.
Sunlight sparkling the sand –
A woman strolls, collecting seashells.

Her thoughts soar.
Oh sweet creative mind!
Histories preserved in jewelry. 

© March 1, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  PARALLELOGRAM DE CRYSTALLINE Sponsor: 
Nette Onclaud

FORM: the Parallelogram de Crystalline ---created by Karan Naidu--which consists of 4 
verses of 3 lines each..the syllable count is 3,6,9..


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We Heard the Ocean Speak

I can go ahead and personify the ocean
As this pen has been granted the poetic license
To carve a soul from a still object-
And make the ocean take the form of man.

The soft sand shaking forth beneath our feet
The sweet salty smell of the ocean-
Caresses our nostril to the presence of nature
As we watch the image unfold-
Of such huge expanse of water with ships lacing its trails.

So the sun came right above the sky
Embracing us with his scorching arms
Sending waves of heat upon the earth-
As we scamper to find a shade to rest our legs.

So we watched the waves wash the sea up the sand
And watched as half naked men dive headlong into the sea
And there by the shore some set their dice to roll upon the sand.
Just you and me; we watched as the day sailed by
And beggars raised their hands for token-
And little unfortunate boys walked hungrily behind their mothers.

Together we heard it speak,
As it tells us of how beautiful life is,
And how tumultuous the world could be,
So we should expect it.
It speaks to us about the joy that abound
When two people confide in the other,
So we should embrace it.
It speaks to us of how marvelous God is;
So we should seek Him.

Let’s bury our worries in the sand of yesterday
As the ocean speaks to us-
Of men who have been lost in the wind of vain
And of people staggering effortlessly in chain.
Man is history; just a filament of a story.

We heard the ocean speak,
So beautiful and terrifying,
We heard it shriek.
 


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Pastel

Pastel pink sunrise Reveals thick damp morning fog Roosters in chorus One lead rooster sings loudest "Ode To Joy" others sing parts


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Zest of Limes

I live where
lime trees bloom
before spring has come,
where early unattended fruit
drop from the trees...
I gather some
in a silver metal bowl
and place them on a table.
These green and yellow limes
are round, redolent, with a clean
citrus flavor.  I squeeze one,
release its oils, and rub my hands
with wringing motions,
cover my nose to breathe
the fresh, clean scent --
and marvel, once again,
how such simplicity
can cheer me.


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Thunderstruck Sunshine

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

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

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


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Questions for everyone

Questions for everyone

Has anybody ever sat? 
In a garden filled with flowers
Have you felt the magic there?
Have you felt the power?
Have you sat there with the body still?
And the mind too, just the same?
Have you ever lost yourself?
As the mind stopped playing games

Have you seen those magic colours?
And really seen them too!
Have you felt the touch of the morning breeze?
Have you seen the way she do?
Touch those branches with her glory
Make them dance in the morning sun
As the sparkles nearly blow your mind
And you’re the holy one?

Have you ever heard the dove’s warm Coo
And that deep, deep ravens croak?
Have you seen the mulberry tree?
As she dons her summers coat?
And radiance and reverence
Are all that one can know
Have you ever sat there in the garden?
And watched the morning flow.


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Winter Fog

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Damp cold fog rolls through the opening in hedge
                                     
                                                      like a Coke shaken pouring


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Green - The Colour Of Life





green plants and grasses a message of life and hope in a desert land


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The Amazon Jungle (If I Had A Voice)

I am a vast area of trees, animals, and
vegetation,
The worst animal of all (man) is causing
my devastation,
I provide food and support life each day,
As my very own life is being stripped away,
Who will take care of my animals and plants,
At this rate they don't stand a chance,
When will I be left alone to live,
Probably when it's too late, when I have 
nothing left to give.


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Happy Life

The trees are dancing 
Birds are flying peacefully 
They make life happy


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Broken Wind Chimes

Dangling from the tree I can see,
Broken wind chimes that still sing.
They just hang on by a split string.
Sending a harmony of tunes to thee.
 
Their tones and vibrations are a bit broken for me.
I listen and I ponder for what tunes they can bring.
From the tree they will sway when they can swing.
Bits and pieces are released through the air and flee.
 
Caught in the wind is it’s vibrations.
Carrying signals of great magnitude.
Funneling clouds into new creations.
Bringing air into a brand new mood.
 
Broken wind chimes can still sing a song,
But their messages are scattered all along.
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich 2007


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RAIN SHOWERS

The Earth dry and bare; waiting eagerly for the drops of care;
 


Caught in the hot, steaming summer’s snare;
 


The flowers and creepers decorating window sills; all look desolate and ill;
 


As the nature withers away in the sun’s merciless glare.
 


 
 


The men and the wives; the kids and the wild;
 


All are enduring the summer’s waterless exile;
 


They are waiting for the rain; to relieve them of the heat pain;
 


And of that life which has become a sweaty turmoil.
 


 
 


The wind strong and gusty; makes the roads yellow and dusty;
 


And the air around becomes suffocating and musty;
 


The birds forget to sing; their lilting, musical thing;
 


Even as the tree leaves wristle and make noise so husky.
 


 
 


Then come the Monsoon showers; falling first on boughs and flowers;
 


Making the trees and plants glisten and glower;
 


So the monsoon comes in grace; driving away summer’s trace;
 


Lashing at window-panes with its all-reigning power.
 


 
 


As the monsoon drives away the summer heat; with its raining rhythm off-beat;
 


And the flower buds open up to return it’s greet;
 


And as the water seeps in soil; a refreshing fragrance arise;
 


While the rain continuous to cool down hot gardens and streets.
 


 
 


The Earth grows green; and water droplets gleam;
 


On the smooth, waxy surfaces of the leaves;
 


Everywhere the flowers grow; in pink, red, white or yellow;
 


While buds make their way blushingly between tendrils.
 


 
 
 The wet and soft soil; now grows fertile;
 


And tender green plantlets push through the Earth in style;
 


Through soil the tiny saplings peep; as their sown seeds begin to reap;
 


And the plants and crops shake off the Earth’s temporary curse sterile.
 


 
 


As the raindrops go pitter-patter; water in puddles begins to gather;
 


And the little birds begin to chirp, twitter and chatter;
 


The insects begin to hum along; their irritating and happy song;
 


While due to rain and wind the roofs on houses begin to chatter.
 


 
 


As the showers for some moments cease; after giving Earth life’s new lease;
 


And the pitter-patter of rain is gently appeased;
 


The sun coyly shines; a cloud it half hides behind;
 


While the fluffy clouds move along with the cool breeze.
 


 
 


The fields now green and bright; are an artist’s sheer delight;
 


Pleasing to the senses of smell and sight;
 


The fresh air so sweet to breathe; that with pleasure the body writhes;
 


In the newly born rainy sunlight.
 


 
 


But this sunlight so quickly goes; as thunderstorms blow to and fro;
 


And Earth engulfs in darkness that now grows;
 


The wind rises and howls; with a voice that trembles all souls;
 


And day and night this gale roars.
 


 
 


The trees in fear tremble and shake; as leaves, twigs and branches break;
 


And the life of these trees is put up at stake;
 


Birds in nests cower with fright; and due to cold shiver with all their might;
 


And live in fearful anticipation of what else the storm may rake.
 


 
 
The monsoon now shows its ugly face; gone are its days of grace;
 


Rainy calamities take its place;
 


Cyclones and floods destruct worldwide; the raging sea throws up its tide;
 


“Nature reigns supreme”, we are forced to say.
 


 
 


Same is the life of man; may he do what he can;
 


But destiny will always play a hand;
 


What all will man control? So he should let destiny play its role;
 


And enjoy life and act as the situation will demand.
 


 
 


Somedays will shine the sun; those days life will be fun;
 


And work will be successful how much ever it’s done;
 


Somedays by the fun you will tire; and will long to get back into the attire;
 


Of normal life, however boring or glum.
 


 
 


Sometimes hope will come out; like a tiny plant sprouts;
 


And will remove from your mind every shade of doubt;
 


It will be a bright, hopeful ray; but for long it may not stay;
 


So we must make most of it when hope sprouts.
 


 
 


Just as the shower of joy; after summer comes out shy;
 


So shower of success will come when you have almost given up the try;
 


It will wash away your helpless sigh; and will give you a new will to try;
 


Which will help you succeed by-and-by.
 


 
 


Just as the sun goes behind the cloud; when thunder is heard aloud;
 


And darkness suddenly falls on Earth all around;
 


So also failure will touch you once; its upto you to prevent its repeated occurrence;
 


Or due to failure remain depression bound.
 


 
 


Sometimes through demotivation you will go; sometimes loads of success you'll know;
 


For we need all types of experience to make us grow;
 


Like some days it is wet; some days the sun for long doesn’t set;
 


But then it needs both the rain and the sun to make a RAINBOW…


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A Mote Of Dust

A mote of dust travels through the air
blown this way and that across the lands.
Finally after many miles it is entrapped
in a rocky crevasse where it joins others.

In time the wind blows in many more motes
and something wondrous starts happening.
These motes give birth to little plants
that struggle at first then bind the land.

Encouraging new birth all around and
flowers that vibrantly wave in the breeze.
Young saplings shoot out deep tap roots
that anchor them in place where they flourish.

In time a mighty forest springs to life
harbouring a wealth of flora and fauna.
All of this came to pass due to just one,
one solitary mote of well travelled dust.


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The Beat Of Your Own Drum

Roaming around lonesome with no friend to speak 

My days have reached there peak 

I can and only think 

To express this missing lost trink 

With destanys that have not been seen 

From the likes of any beings 

I cease to exist now with altered perception 

indefinitely striving measuring up a certain perfection 

My etheric body which does not have a physical form 

Is on a path that cannot be walked upon 

This cannot be seen, heard or felt 

But can only be reached by knowing ones self


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The Murder of Willow

A gentle breeze fluttered the curtain I hid behind, as I strained to hear above the 
pounding of the heart that was trying to break out of my chest, and above the 
roaring behind the eardrums that were channeling to me, the conversation taking 
place between my husband and Mr. Burly, who were standing out on the upper deck 
of the backyard.

“WE HAVE TO TAKE HER DOWN,” Mr. Burly commanded. 

“Is there no other way,” my husband asked? 

“No” Mr. Burly replied.  “You and I both know, she has gone too far… getting tangled 
up in all that underground activity.  It will only bring you BIG TROUBLE if you don’t 
stop her RIGHT NOW."

Many times over the years, I had fought for her life and won, but I knew there would 
be no changing their mind this time.

So…I locked myself in the bathroom while they murdered her.  There… on the lid 
of the porcelain throne, with my head hanging over the sink, I sat, watching a 
stream of tears slide down the drain as the sound of the chainsaw outside, shattered 
my mind. 

No one will ever know how much I loved her…no one but me and the drain.

~~~

It was days before I had the mental and physical strength to bring myself to the 
place where they had thrown her torso and severed limbs in the ravine among the 
discarded clumps of kitty litter, waterlogged cardboard boxes, weeds and wild 
flowers that grew there, in abundance.  

~~~

I remembered the first time I had ever seen her…a tiny sapling born from a seed 
that had flown on the wind and landed in the lower level of the backyard and taken 
root. Not knowing who or what she would be, I left her there thinking she would never 
survive the winter…but she did.  

“Too close to the house and the septic system,” the arborous said. “She’s a Willow, 
and her roots will cause you nothing but trouble, mark my words.”  But now she had 
leaves…and they were so beautiful. 

For twelve years, I fought to save her life as she grew and grew until she reached 
the upper deck, her beautiful branches and tri-colored leaves reaching over the 
railing…touching me as her long supple limbs swayed and moved to the will of the 
wind as she danced to the tune of the wind chimes as humming birds came and went.

Sentenced to death for growing to close, my beautiful Willow was brought down in 
the prime of her life.


Then, I had turned around, and looked at the barren place where she once stood, 
and heard the words someone once said to me, ‘NOTHING REMAINS THE SAME 
FOREVER’, but those words brought me no comfort.

The only solace I could find in that moment, as I stood above the quickly decaying 
remnants of that once beautiful creature was: knowing that my willow would never 
weep again.


Written:  August 26, 2014
Author:  Elaine George


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Elemental Alignment

It's the essence of what we're made of.
It's right beneath us as we walk.
It's what the Creator used from up above---
to make "the walking colours that talk".

The essence of movement that kisses your face.
It can push the sea and move the trees.
Sweat on a hot day can be erased.
Breeze that's felt with grace and ease.

The burning flames put out heat.
The colours are brilliant and bright.
It's used outside when you need something to eat.
It also brings dark things to light.

It's the only thing that can quench your thirst.
It's the one thing that connects all life.
If you don't receive this you might just burst.
A lack of this clear liquid can even create strife.

We need all these elements to make the world go round.
They are the essence of creation and what makes the world sound.


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A Kiss Of Sunshine

The sunshine reaches down kissing the trees Bathing them in light, colors sure refines Leaves wave within the movement of the breeze Capturing motion, and the brilliant lines Trees glow with sunlight, a part of summer Beauty brings signals, a wondrous pure heart Trees surely kiss the sunshine of slumber Harmonious blessings put on each part Sunshine evolves placing rays of pure light Directly onto the free flowing trees Colors glow with extreme, wondrous delight Great sunlight performs pretty as you please Smoothly the sunlight wafts on into play Kissing all around this glorious place The surroundings lift the spirits that say Enlightenment is plain, want for a taste The trees all align with the source of light Follows the like of the illumine sense Bright and white, softly warms with all its might The sunshine that kissed is surely intense
Entered into Gail Angel Doyle's "A Kiss Of Sunshine" contest 3/6/2013


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A Day To Remember

I thirst for just a little sunshine
A wisp of warm air to stir me
I get another gray dreary day
Wind so cold it chills to the bone

I lift my hands up to the sky
Try to break through to the sun
I blow my breath into the wind
To warm it through and through

The end result I can now see
There isn't a thing I can do
This is the day God has sent
So I will enjoy the day I have


Entry for Brian's  Any Poem12 Line Max Contest
3rd Place Winner


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Bald Eagle Great Strength

.
                                        Bald Eagle great strength
                                      Fly on lofty heights soaring...
                                           Gentleness exposed


Contest:Pure Thoughts On Nature
Sponsor: John Freeman


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Amethyst And Mystical Womb

Although, having split personality 
in his tiny palms, 

he gleams...
and perceives life 
without fear 

but with warmth 
of a mystical womb 

that lures him
to enter a menagerie
of words, 

entertaining 
his shadow, not drunken--
but a bit drenched,

to huddle not 
on a cold concrete like 
a sleeping failure


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Twin Key

June 24th 2010

Twin Key

Hey, help me out here would you please?
Can you show me where all my whys go?
While you are at it search my I told you so.
More so, that alter ego I want you to seize.

Listen here and listen up, it has twin keys.
I tell you something else, do not tell it no.
It gets bigger and bigger a dynasty I know.
Blow a kiss for me send it my best breeze.

Roll out my red carpet,
Spit-shine your shoes,
Sit it down just park it!
Say I depart my blues!

Look out here there is two just like me,
God blessed you! I have my Twin Key.

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010





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The Break Of A New Day

It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Path Never Taken

The path never taken lies before me Of briar and leaves disheveled I see Stuck am I where I should venture and go Down the easy way or intriguing flow Decide to try my luck and go beyond Hope to find enlightenment as its bond As I walk I am struck with thorns and sticks I bleed with my life’s blood from the thickets I find a waterfall with sparkling drops Birds fly undisturbed and frogs surely hops The trees know the time of the year, they change To allow them to bring a color range The path never taken before leads me To places I’ve always wanted to see
Russell Sivey


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Purposes of the Tree

In a forest, a tree sits by itself and is quite gnarly Bright light shines inside the grove, and on the tree with crooked branches The purpose of the tree is misplaced, but the power is true
Russell Sivey Entrant into Rick Parise's "Sijo" contest 12/27/2012


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Autumn's Dream

Passion ran through their veins
They lived life with no gains

Like autumn for the mighty oak tree
Their leaves have little light to see

A lifetime of work withers below
Waiting for the next winter snow

After the passing of their season
You will see their life had a reason

Edward J. Ebbs - 10/28/11
Contest - Autumn's Dream


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Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


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The Last Oak Leaf

My heart goes out to the last Oak leaf
The one that clings until the early spring
When the buds swell giving a nudge
The last leaf that falls onto the earth 

The new bud full of vitality__youth comes forth
To experience life_spring green_then summer's depth
Fall comes to it bringing the color of autumn russet
The cycle has nearly gone full circle__winter slowly moves in the last leaf falls


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Yellow Setting Sun

yellow setting sun end to nice warm winter's day.. gold full moon rises


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Cactus Heart

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

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


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I Wonder If

Solid gray soft clouds slowly flow
Southerly then they stop
Is the rain about to pour down
The clouds their moisture drop

The crickets don't seem to mind much
They sing in soft chorus
But the roosters are quiet now
No crows making a fuss

I wonder if they wonder if
The sun has lost its way
Or if it refuses to work
'Pon such a cloudy day~~  


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This planet These humans

This planet
These humans
I do not understand
All they do is demand

They take and break
Have no time to wait
They wait to break
Take without the wait 

Money is all
This planet
These humans
 It will make you fall

Take it all 
These humans
On this planet
You take for granted


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The Tree

                                                         0
                                                      Tree
                                                    Stands
                                                    Naked
                                                   Skeletal
                                        Some nut's old shells stay
                                 Some mistletoe still, squirrel's nest
                        The soul is now bare for all to see in its winter


In honor of Brian Strand


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True to life


Get-go scrupulous attention, 
live to cornucopia,
Coherence in familial bonds 
must ever stay,
Romantic evening is 
reminiscent of happier times,
Are the ones standing by you 
on your final day!

Guileless life, a battlefield of 
every Titan,
For evolution of the race, you 
ought to play,
Contentious hard work makes 
it iridescent,
Hypothecate moulding for 
betterment as if in clay!

Sun gifted you its brightest 
sunshine,
Fragrance added through each 
breathful air,
Brew your friends well for a 
perfect wine,
Appreciate nature add up to a 
day's debonair!!

Life is fugacious yet addicting, 
its secrets camouflage,
Adopt blithesome attitude, 
risible for a hearty laugh !!


Written by - Dr Upma Sharma
Contest name- Take two
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
On 03/4/14

Previously entered into 
Shakespearian Sonnet competition 
sponsored by Karen Puff,
Written actually on 26/1/14

















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Summer's Spilled Milk

Summer’s Spilled Milk
City dwellers pumped;
Oil effused into ocean,
Ocean creatures died.


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Ode To The Farmer

Ode to the farmer
Carry on your hardy tasks
We live on your crops


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Soup

Findings of friends in this hot soup
Steamy weather, a pigeons coop
Lean on my eyeballs
Ill SEE What I can do?
before the sky Falls in on YOU


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Haik-HOOT

Wise owl at his post
"hoo, ha, hoo...hoo, hoo, hoo, hooooo"
thus he gives a hoot!


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Look Memaw

Look Memaw!

I went outside when my grandson called me.
Down the wheelchair ramp I walked while looking.
I glanced all around, left and right, searching.
Then, I heard it, his wee small voice saying,
“Look, Memaw, I am up here in the tree!”
To my surprise, I had to look way up.
Not ten feet, not twenty feet, thirty feet –
Yes, tiny as he is, he climbed that high.
Afraid to show alarm, that he might fall.
I laughed and said, “What are you, my primate?”
“What’s a primate?” he asked curiously.
“A monkey, a primate is a monkey.”
After I responded, he replied, “No.”
With great pride, adding, “I am a tree frog.”

© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen



© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Narratives Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Catie Lindsey


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The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


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