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Details | Free verse | |

Wild Cherry Tree

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

Those Were Golden Days of Splendor

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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley, 08-26-2014 

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

Details | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

Details | Personification | |


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 | Free verse | |

Blue Harvest Moon

Comes silently
on sorrel moccasins

roosted on tortoiseshell
of root cellar

singing, stumbling
in numb imaginings

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

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |


It can be an orchard with peach trees against patches of blue 
as they swerve downhill and meet the foaming sea,
see him capture an indelible moment after
moment until he's amazed by that wonder
to have captured a breathtaking view...
which will be eternally frozen in his memory.

A photographer lives what he feels,
wouldn't it be a celebrity on high heels,
or the most gorgeous child cuddling a puppy
that she saw shivering when snow fell in February?
Didn't he anxiously climb that remote, sun-sunken mount rising in the East...
to find tiger cubs suckling from their mother as she watched a flock of sheep?

Details | Lyric | |

The Wildflower

 It could have been you
       Hiding behind the post
           Stretching out your arms
               Your tiny face upturned 
                      To the early morning sun
                            Waving at me softly
                                 While swaying with the breeze
                                     It was only wishful thinking...
                                            But you look so much the same
                                                 that I walked a little closer
                                                      and nearly called your name
                                                         A scent so very subtle
                                                           Drifted through the air
                                                            Reminding me of the last time
                                                             I tied a ribbon in your hair

                                                           I picked the wildflower for you
                                                           But you’re much too far away
                                                          Shall wilt before you see it
                                                        This one I picked today
                                                      Against the velvet petals
                                                   You won’t get to press your face
                                                But together we will pick the one
                                            That grows up in its place
                                         I’ll save this in our special book
                                     Pressed between the pages
                                And hide it in our secret place
                            We’ve known about for ages
                       The next time that you come again....
                You’ll know right where to look!

Details | Free verse | |


UNGRATEFUL CHILDREN   A parent's lament

   	with Wings
    	and Talons
Pounce on the fleetest of hearts

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

Land  on

      Slight Imperfections and Imagined Slights
            or the

Shortage of Cash
                    New Shoes 
                    New Cars
	or other

Details | Ballade | |

My three trees

My three trees

When I was a young lad, I lived in a jungle
A jungle of concrete and bricks
We had there but few birds, and yards without flowers
At times it did make me so sick
For I loved the forests all filled with lush growth
That I’d seen in the books I had read
And life there in Peckham it did nothing to me
It seemed to be dull, and quite dead.

And yet in our front yard there lived these three trees
And oh, how I loved them, I did
They filled with lush growth in spring and the summer
And then their rich growth it was hid
Until the next spring it would come back to life
And oh, how I loved to see this
When the sun did shine down on this beautiful foliage
My young heart was filled with such bliss.

Then one day in winter my father chopped down
These wonderful trees I did love
I cried, and I cried, and I sent all my anger
It must have reached Heaven above
For when the spring came those stumps they were loaded
With wonderful Foliage again
Those trees they lived on and I was delighted
That my dad tried to kill them in vain.

11 June 2014 @ 1155hrs.

Details | Free verse | |

Tadpoling parts 1 and 2

part 1 

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

part 2 

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

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

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |


The rumbling of thunder
From some bowlers in the sky
Makes me shudder, gape and wonder
Why we tell our kids that lie.

Does it reassure them, thinking
All that noise is just a game?
Or are they aware we’re winking,
Making such a silly claim?

As a child I did envision
Rip Van Winkle getting strikes;
And I pictured the collision – 
Pins and ball – each bowler likes.

But I knew that my perception
Didn’t make a lot of sense
And that grown-ups used deception
At their little ones’ expense.

Still, perhaps their best intention
Isn’t really so off-base
If it soothes some apprehension
And puts giggles in its place.

So when thunder starts resounding
I will think just like a tyke
And find comfort that the pounding
Is another bowler’s strike!

Details | Narrative | |


Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    

Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...

After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "

Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  

My theme is: Happiness In Childhood

Details | Free verse | |

Lizard hunting

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |

Baby plants

                              Babies soft fingers and their tiny toes,
                                                are like lucious petals on a bright red rose.

                             Little wild mushrooms like babies bald heads,
                                                   constantly growing in most flower beds.

                             Their fingerprints, white stars in the sky,
                                                    and the rain, oh the rain, the tears babies cry.

                             The sound little rattles make when thrown on the floor,
                                             like the noise of the thunder when it's starting to pour.

                              Babies are like flowers,
                                    tulips or lilacs, a daisy a rose.

                              Babies soft fingers,
                                     and their tiny toes.

Details | Quatrain | |


The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape, 
In varying shades gray.

A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And serenade his lady love
With songs as bright as day.

A shy, retiring whip-poor-will
In some hidden, forest swale,
Intoned his lonely-heart refrain, 
In a melancholy wail. 

The gentle breeze, that washed my face,
Tasted honeysuckle sweet,
While silver dewdrops glistened,
On the grass beneath my feet.

Though my magic, childhood years have gone
On frightened wings of flight,
I treasure, in my reverie,
That enchanted full moon night.

Details | Haiku | |


Drop of water
In the river -
Sound of joy

Details | Haiku | |

Orange you Glad to be---an Orange---

     Contract Delete

Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------


"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 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? 
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 '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; 
 ta'days father's day!" 

© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


Details | Limerick | |

There's No Place Like Home

Once was a gal who felt so alone
Tornato came up rooted farms home
Landed on wicked  witch
Munchkins came out of ditch
Gave dog lollypops instead of bone  

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

Details | List | |


North Star

Details | Free verse | |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around

Like a horrid storm,
Boredom can catch you off guard
Hold on for DEAR LIFE!

Like the whooping cough,
Boredom can be serious
If I were you, I’d
Get a vaccination ! 

Details | Verse | |


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 | Tanka | |

Fireflies Light the Path

Firelies flapping wings
light dark trails in fields at night
laterns bob and sway
like twinkling stars on high
while small hands reach to capture
In response to Nette's  "Splashes by Evening"
Miss you, Nette!

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 | Rhyme | |

The Village Children

Oh, the day was bright and sunny
How the birds both chirped and sang
While the lads and merry lasses ran and played
On the hills their laughter echoed
O'er the lake their shouting rang
Vibrant joy upon their faces was displayed

Some were splashing in the shallows
Others yet were skipping rocks
While the rest were loudly tromping through the green
They appeared supremely happy
With the water in their locks
'Twas in all the merryest sight I've ever seen

All too soon the light was fading
They were surely loth to go
But the dinner bells were sounding far away
And before they ate their dinner 
They had chores to do, you know?
But they'd come again and play another day

Details | Free verse | |

The Featherbeds

The feather beds are a string of mountains near where I live, famous for its raised bog lands, where my father and his brothers cut turf for many years. In spring / summer a wild cotton flower blooms giving the mountains their name.

In youths embrace I walked in mountains,
My father’s steps I tried to follow.
He led the way from town to wilderness
And there it was my soul he freed.
Windswept hills of raised bog and peregrine,
Swooped winds flared the will of the wisp.
Cotton top flowers waved their white clouds,
Beckoning me,  to loose myself in awe.
Slain and sod, man and muscle worked as one,
Bright Heather draped the hills a regal hue.
Bracken fronds greened the soil of spring.
Larks and curlew cries hung upon the air. 
As my father shushed us to silence and embrace,
His wonderland of peace.
At seasons turn and Bracken colours fade,
Gorse and heather flair their restful hues.
Sheep saunter through with heads bowed, 
They slowly leave the mountain once again.
The feather beds dim as clouds dip low and veil.
And silence flees before winter wind and rain 
In adults disgrace I left the mountains,
My father’s steps hard to follow.
Still longing to find the way of wilderness
To free my soul once again and be with him.

Details | Rhyme | |

Summer in the Country

Berries on a vine
in bright sunshine.
Gravel on a road.
A fat green toad
glistens in the light,
waits for cool of night,
croaks one flat note
only frogs could quote.

Details | Haiku | |

Sentimental You

<                                      amidst flocked needles ...
                                        woven ornament strewn ...
                                               a star is ... born

Details | Narrative | |

Robbing the Nest

I had survived how many summers? Five?
Six? 'til, self-taught, I learned at last
of terror that lurks in situations
which those I trust (myself included)
would swear offer only perfect safety...
My ball rolled under my Grandma's house
and I, well-guarded, scuttled after to retrieve it,
mindless of the tarry soil fleeced with fluffy,
small red feathers, newly molted by matrons:
hens that clucked contentment,
set upon their hidden egg troves.
Spying their nests, I thought to rob them
and so earn a Grandma's love for a city boy
unversed in country ways. Thinking, I acted,
reaching for a nest unoccupied,
half hid behind a house block.
I closed my soft, expectant hand
upon a wriggling creature coiled among the eggs,
drew back like lightning to watch
a brightly spotted snake slide off
into the farther, deeper darkness
amid a squall of squawks.
Emerging empty handed, terrified,
it wasn't Grandma's love I earned that day.
I have always since encountered similar brilliant colored
dangers whenever I have thought to grab,
for myself or others, unclaimed treasures
in strange places, in warmer or in cooler weathers.

Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
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 | 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
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.

Details | Haiku | |

Halloween Haiku

<                                      amidst swollen moon
                                 creatures of the night stalking .....
                                          predator's bounty

                                          be ~ witching ~ hour
                                     beastly  mannerism   gone
                                          totally but .... wild

                                          black cat crosses path
                                          another seven years of ........
                                          having such bad luck

                                              culdron pot boils
                               hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair 
                                          witches stilled brewing

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 | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

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

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 


Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu

Details | Free verse | |

I Remember - 1

I remember…
The long rocky finger I lived on that stretched
out from the mainland in the Bay of Fundy and
the soggy little white house covered in ocean brine 
that did its best to shelter us from the great bi-polar Atlantic Ocean
that would on some days roar and thrash and throw itself against 
our rocky foundation, splintering itself into endless liquid shards  
 that would climb high into the sky, then fall on my up-turned face,
drenching me into a state of near hypothermia while cutting into my eyes.

There I would stand, squinting through burning eyes,
 unable to pull myself away from that wrath, when suddenly - 
 the sun would disappear from the sky, causing the air temperature 
to plummet, leaving me shaking like a leaf as the Great roaring Atlantic
 fell silent and laid itself down as flat as a sheet of glass as that massive
 grey monster approached.

Off in the distance, I would hear a  buoy-bell  timidly ringing in a feeble attempt 
to warn me of the  impending danger that was quietly devouring the mainland, 
our little house, and the Great Atlantic, as I stood there  in a fog.

Details | Free verse | |

In the Memory of My Allen Forest

To day I am thinking
About those memorable moments 
I spent during my childhood 
Amid the natural surroundings of
A deep lake surrounded by a dense forest.
The forest was so tall, deep and green
With its fearing darkness some where and                                                 
It's alluring enchanting beauty every where
That it was difficult to resist visiting the forest 
Almost every day.

The lake was so heavenly beautiful calm and quite
Like the quietness of the sound sleep
That I use to sit for hours watching the dancing
Fishes and water plants and mosses and the setting Sun
While dipping my feet in the friendly lake water.

Oh, the pleasure of those moments
Is still alive in my mind
Like the Daffodil’s of William Wordsworth
And it often flashes in my mind 
Giving me the same pleasure and Joy
Which as a child  & Youngman I had enjoyed 
About forty years back.

In these forty years lot many things have changed
All around me, including the Lake of my Allen Forest
A thin Lake is still there, visible during rainy season
But without that clear water and the quietness of Sound
And the forest has no longer remained the same 
As it use to be about Forty years back
When it use to fill me with the joy of it’s refreshing air
And the Music of birds, falling leaves and the sound of silence.

That old lake and that lush green forest has left a deep impression 
On mind and heart giving me the blessings of solitude
And making itself immortal in the minds of those who
Had seen it in its prime beauty and greenness
I often remember the man Allen who had built his small dwelling 
Surrounded by the forest near the Lake and made this forest more
Beautiful without disturbing the natural surroundings 
To enjoy the Blessings of Nature in its fullness about hundred years back

I am thankful to God for giving my childhood an opportunity of 
Living amid the blessings of beautiful Nature - the Allen forest, the Lake
The Patther College, and the Holy River Ganges, which still flows at a 
Little distance now instead of touching the forest 
As it uses to be about forty Years back.  

Kanpur 5th Nov 09 Ravindra K Kapoor
Patther College is a Hindi Word means Sand Stone made building

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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

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Indigenous I Am, from the Stolen Generations

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

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Inevitable Bear

Oh lonely Inevitable Bear,
Padding claws, death in white
Sorrow in recurring nightmare
Instinct’s test; fight or flight?

Camouflage against the fence,
A challenge; my subconscious fear
Ominous slowly moving silence,
“Let me in, there’s a bear out here!”

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I was a child catching butterflies
on the yellow flowers
sprinkled on the green grass
at the roadside
They were beautiful butterflies -
big ones
small ones
red ones
yellow ones
and some tiny blue ones
which gave different shades of colour 
as they were struck 
by glancing sunbeams
There were little four-winged ones
which puzzled me
why did they have four wings
while the others only had two?
I was catching butterflies
but today 
a thing called progress
tore up the yellow flowers
on the green grass
at the roadside
and there are no more butterflies 
and still I do not know 
why some butterflies had four wings
while the others only had two

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Spring Surprise

Who remembers, is it only me?
When March had drizzled, and April fooled us...
But a morning in the month of May.........

We'd spread upon a kitchen table 
Paste made of flour, scissors, borrowed
paper, crayons of rainbow colors 
Pretty paper doilies and….
Mama letting little hands
Create surprises, of cone shaped fans… 

The memory shrugs so many years 
Where innocence, was cut and shaped
Into bright-sprigged paper cones
Accomplishments, each of our own

   On May the first, a small bouquet
   We would rehearse, a verse to say
   To spread come spring, then run away

Then quickly running out the door
To pick spring beauties, one by one
Fresh Lillies of the Valley, wildwood fern, 
Gathering them, heavy on their stems
Sweet and fresh as morning dew, 
So filled with springtime, filled with bloom

Then paper cones were flower filled
Small bouquets of sweet perfume
Then down the dusty road we trudged
Side by side, with grins of pride
No greater pleasure as a child
The thought of bringing someone smiles

       On May the first, a small bouquet
       We would rehearse, a verse to say
       To spread come spring, then run away

Timid knocking on a door
 “Surprise...Surprise! Look what’s in store!”
Our little legs now running fast, 
And down the road, quite out of breath
Behind a tree, where we would hide
And watch them find this flower prize
Must not....get caught.....must not get caught!
And we were taught
That bringing gifts to make them sigh
Was worth a lot !! Was worth the thought
A thoughtful way to light their eyes

      On May the first, a small bouquet
      We would rehearse, a verse to say
      To spread come spring, then run away 


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Sea Lion Woman

Silver women with fragile spines
Lonely during the week, they must be doing something right
The loneliness doesn’t affect them, and they don’t want to scream and shout
Daily feelings of sadness, sometimes are beautiful and sometimes are loud 

These women transformed themselves in statues made of seam and dreams 
So they can stay in their days willing to give, care and redeem
Time isn’t the problem, but let there be courage to move forward old days of resembling habits 
Make them brave, and they would be the Sea Lion Woman of their own credits

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               in colorado
   the geese recall the last time
     we threw crumbs on pond


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spring bouquet spans across the misty sky - a child dreams

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Mountain Climbing

I’m climbing  
Above the canyon…the sun
Hits  		the 		rocks

I ascend
As 	I 	take 	risk 	after 	risk

I’m climbing
I 	rely 	on 	my 	own 	strength
I’m doing FINE!

I descend
While	 I 	urgently 	hold 	on
For dear life…

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Winter has a face contest

She wakes from a dream, dripping with tears of sweat pouring down her face.  Her long blonde hair is pasted to her forehead as she sits up in her bed.  The clock reads 3:03am.  Her heart is pounding rhythmically to the ticking of her wrist watch.  Her long legs that are wrapped in her white down comforter are extremely cold, and she realizes that a harsh draft is seeping through the window sill beside her bed.  As she pulls back the curtains to check the window for cracks in the ledge, her eyes grow wide with amazement.  The street lights reveal swirls of frosted confetti which overwhelm the pitch blackness of the night.  It has not snowed this hard since she was a little girl and suddenly the terror of her dream dissipates.  She jumps out of bed, slips on her purple fuzzy slippers, along with her matching robe and runs down the stairs.

The stars glisten
Illuminating shadows-
Icicles hang still

Her front door swings open from the harsh embrace of the wind and she manages to drift on to her porch.  Her foot prints smear the freshly painted deck but they are quickly filled up again by the urgency of heavens winter release.  Her eyes begin to spill like water falls and her rosy face along with the rest of her body goes numb. However, the arctic chill was worth it to her.  The last time she had seen her father was on a night like this.  He loved the snow and every part of its splendor reminded her of him. The howling in the air, the cold that cut through her pajama pants like a knife, the snowflakes the size of marshmallows and the cars that look like giant igloos.  Even the smell of the wood burning across the street in her neighbor’s fireplace all made her feel like her father was near. It was like heaven had stopped by to visit her this night.

By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: winter

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That Harrowed Pasture.

As dad and I trod over the newly tilled fields
Feeling warmed by the prospect of the day’s work
His eyes aglow within those granite features
I followed his sight to that field beyond as yet unsown

He called it virgin soil or heavens harrowed field
So long ago as I stood in awe of the man and his earth
So clearly I recall the rich scent of tilled broken ground
How the green corn melted with the sky horizons away

His powerful leathered hands how gentle they were
That chiseled brow that could see into tomorrow
He told me the one thing to always remember
A man is only as good as the work he puts into the world

Then that mythical man from my childhood, my dad
Pulled me up into the saddle and whooped at the horse
We headed back to the barn to finish the day’s toiling
Now all these years later I understand his gift of that night

As I stand with my son on the old harrowed pastures…

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The Great Blasket Islands

Visits long ago 
to the Blaskets Islands,
to untouched areas 
on the Dingle peninsula
came to mind 
on this sleet winter’s eve.

The peninsula,
nestled in heather mountains.
The coastline,
tongues of lonely white sand.
waved rocks,
drenched in blue mussels
tide pools, 
alive with shrimps and periwinkles
A sea-salted life
unspoiled and free.

Only marine life remains,
but I still hear the music
our native language,
the voices of Seanchaí
the ballads, sean?s, 
Peig Sayers
who shaped our school years,
her renditions of island life
her mad pise?gs,
handed down 
from generation to generation.

Stories of
Islanders huddled together
under thatch,
open turf fires
cooking pot on a hook,
the sweet air wafting
of clay pipe tobacco
a pinch of snuff
sniffed from a silver box,
nursing a glass 
of neat Poitín, uisce beatha,
the strong smell of tweeds
and geansaí báinín.

I think of times lost,
changed forever.
Cottage ruins,
where goats roam free,
An Blascaod Mór
my history, my heritage.

Gaelic words in this poem

* Seanchaí – storytellers
Sean?s – singing without music
Peig Sayers and her mad pise?gs – A Gaelic writer who we studied in school and her mad superstitions.
Poitín, uisce beatha – very strong alcohol made from potatoes, called the water of life.
geansaí báinín – strong sheep wool sweaters usually in a cream colour with complex patterns.

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Blue Rose

The Blue Rose
secretly grows
upon a Hill of Heathers
seldom do know

Songs speak of its
but few have lived to see
its rich blood blue petals
smells of sweet ginger and honey

The legend has it
the blue rose can cure
a thousand different ailments
although, I am not

My Grandmother told me
if you eat three petals
before you sleep
the disease which
infects, out of you
it will seep

Not many have heard
the powers of the 
blue rose
for it secretly grows
where seldom
do know

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Grab the Prize

Suns rays reflect off rippling water Shows the shadow of boy playing He's on waters edge to look For creatures of the sea With colorful fins To reflect rays Water moves To hide Prize

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Have You Ever Read

Dedicated to an author by the name of William Golding... Enjoy!!!

~Two boys meet on an island
~~One is skin 'n bones
~~~The other one is chubby

They discover a lagoon~
Ralph teases him by calling~~
him "Piggy" -  how mean!!~~~

Piggy asks him if
There are other people on 
The island with 'em

He has no clue
But this'll answer Piggy's question --
Other boys appear - 
All diverse shapes and sizes
What'll happen next??

You'll see...

Have you ever read The Lord of the Flies?
I recommend it if yah haven't read it yet - I must admit
It's a book full of adult words and it's simply...FASCINATING! - no lies
You should read it - or you'll regret it!

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Heart filled with happiness, eyes much merry; cheeks color strawberry,
just running through fields of ripe huckleberry,
keeping away from the buzzing, restless bees...
going to a from their sweet hives hanging from massive apple trees.

More than childhood memories, such are these...
a reflection of youth that removes them from nostalgia; husky peasants
shaking off the husks from the golden corn;
a tasty, hot corn meal for those winter's dinners drooling on my tongue.

And approaching a torrent, I threw pebbles found on its almost barren banks
back into the spattering water that I drank sporadically until I was full,
to indulge in its freshness...squashing tiny daisies
that seemed too afraid to squabble with a giant and fight for their survival.  

The southern landscape with its mild climate, was rich and fragrant,
inviting hands to pluck the delicious, tempting fruits
off their branches, scattering the thrushes engaged in musical tones;
and I tongue-tied hurried along cogitating an instant.  

Would it be too childish to ask for a come-back,
to relive the cheerfulness of the oldest days, ceased by time and age;
to observe a reflection of youth take shape...
and embed, in a secret, a conversation regardless  of present knowledge? 

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game

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Christmas delights!

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

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

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Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.

© ~JSLambert  2011

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Drawing From The Deep Well

Drawing water from deep well
Clear _cool refreshing water
Drop bucket _watch fall
That windless works
That is if you do
Turn _turn the rope
Each turn gets much harder
A lot like life, friend

1.  Drawing (1)     10.  Watch(1)     19.  Turn(3)      27.Like(1)
2.  Water(2)         11.  Fall(1)         20.   The(1)      28.Life(1)
3.  From(1)          12.  That(2)        21.   Rope(1)    29.Friend(1)
4.  Deep(1)          13.  Windless(1) 22.    Each(1)
5.  Well(1)           14.  Works(1)     23.    Gets(1
6.  Clear(1)         15.   Is(1)          24.    Harder(1)  
7.  Cool(1)          16.   If(1)           25.   A(1)
8.  Refreshing(1)  17.  You(1)        26.    Lot(1)
9.  Drop(1)          18.  Do(1)

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As Sunset Dusks the Sky

There's a place I go in fields nearby
Where I like to simply stand and watch the sky.

I see the trees in every season
That change throughout the year,
But I know that if I go away
They will still be there.

The streams will still flow
The leaves will still fall,
The sun will dusk the sky each night,
The birds still sound their call.

For now I'll walk this well loved path,
Let twilight gentle my mind,
And wonder as I go from this place
Of other paths my restless feet may find.

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Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws

                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry

                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney

                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today

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When I was young and the rain showered down
I'd watch from my bedroom enthralled with no sound
Listening to the rain it's rhythm tapping strong
Innocent as a child knowing no wrong
It softened the ground making things grow
It lightened the sky, with the nicest rainbows
Then came the thunder and the lightning would flash
Crackling the sky, into trees it would crash
From my bedroom window protected so surely 
I'd watch Mother Nature unleashing her fury
As the storm passed and the blue skies shone through
The whole scene forgotten till the next storm did brew.

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Winter Beach

After the rain, 
the speckled glint of shimmering sand
is now muddy brown.
Like a blind, closed tight on the warmth of summer,
the winter beach has shrunken in,
changing the colours of my day into
a darker palette, shades of grey.
The sun shriveled
pale faced and worn
as the cold season begins.

Seagulls a beacon
against a slate November sky
their sound, comfort to a lonely beach.
The steps down to the water, pea green,
slimy weed on stone
bright against an ink-rippled tide.

Seaweed colours bleed into my mind while
textures playfully mingle.
The salt air stings my nostrils
caresses my lungs with wellness.
Sea sounds carry from the shores of Wales
as I crunch the length of the ebbing milk tide.

I look to the horizon and imagine another me
walking a beach somewhere over there,
listening to my thoughts, 
as they channel the sea
Grateful for this beauty, the gift of the nature
I look over my shoulder, my footprints remain
solid, as in a freshly cemented path
their sound, echoes in the shells.

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It was official. There would be no school today due to heavy snow. We heard it on the radio, during the early morning show, while Mom was preparing our breakfast. Mom sighed and dropped her head when it was announced while we danced with jubilation around the kitchen table shouting “No school today. We can play all day!!” Little did we know this excitement would be short-lived.

nose-prints frozen
on a windowpane---
snowflakes dance

A hearty breakfast was followed by watching some cartoons. The rest of the morning was spent playing in our rooms. The weather outside deteriorated into the afternoon as our morning’s jubilant joy was soon depleted.  Our longing to play outside was denied us and we found ourselves quickly bored. A day out or school was not meant to be stuck inside looking out at the falling snow…or so we deemed.

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Rowdy Racecar

Tires squeaking from exhaust… high in volume 
Racecar spews out smoke…
Blinding the eyes of a thousand fans

Blooming havoc…
Explosions avalanche downwards 
Racecar drives fast and furiously 
Awesome feelings launch through me
Projecting panic and twisted bliss  

Catching the audience’s full attention…
Tension between challengers increase
Who could stand in their way… not even the coaches
Racecar screeches on the racing street…
Ain’t this competition neat? Come! Take a seat!
This event is brilliant – it’s such a treat!

Producing thrill or disappointment…
Car organs, fragments, shards, remains, limbs, veins 
Spurts out in flames… flying at every possible direction 
Countless racecars… barely functions – this scene is extremely horrendous!

Yet, the victories are gracious!
Vibrant applauses and thanksgiving triggers enlightening cheer
Have no fear!!! 
The moment is ever so precious!

Racecar…you make so much racket and suspense!
Rowdiness is in your nature…who will pay the expense??

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Scarf of Winter's Dawning

Laughter on a lilting wind
Crush and crumple, sneeze and fall
Do you hear the wild geese
The trumpet sounds for summer

Take the rake and pile them high
These gifts of lingering light
Born on breeze of apple crisp
And smashed pumpkin premonitions
Bury yourself in the core of autumn
peek out like a nestling true

Or ride the hay bales high a scratchin’
Underneath a howler’s moon
Purple abalone face of night aglow
Dew the jaded remnants of summer gone
Wrap the joyful child of man
Within the muffled scarf of winter’s dawning.

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Ah, had I been much wiser
and taken mom more seriously,
I wouldn't have called her a miserable whiner!

I shiver remembering my behavior so bizarre and childish,
and quite often I got punished
for hanging out with kids who were too fresh.

Mother screamed as a maddened woman saying, 
"Get back in here and finish your homework! "
I did not listen and ran out not to keep them waiting. 

My grades got worse, and mom's face was got bitter,
I tried to tell her how sorry I was,
but words got stuck in my throat and I reached for air.

All privileges were taken away from me,
every effort to mend my mistakes was unsuccessful...
I was only given warnings up to three. 

My wistfulness to please mom was denied,
she stopped wishing me goodnight, 
I saw in me that unruly child who constantly lied.

The intention of that pursued wish always remained:
to hug her and ask for forgiveness,
and would I have been given another chance instead?

And that happened on Christmas Eve while unwrapping my undeserved gifts,
I stood up and embraced her with all my strength...
as the conscience's voice returned, " Doesn't foolishness cause regrets? " 

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Elk Walk - The Rancher


                  Elk Walk

           elk walk in snow to
     find a morsel in warm fount
         beyond, fields beacons

                The Rancher

          morning frost twinkles
      while rancher sips coffee and
            whiffs new arrivals

          January Haiku Contest

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Everyday Magic

The sun breaking dawn in the morning,
That invisible stream called the breeze,
The blazing burnt sunset at nighttime,
What magical mysteries are these!

Even the pulse in the city:
With ornate neon signs all aglow,
Is a castle in the eyes of a child,
Filled with wonders only they could know.

Strange to think that there's everyday magic;
Quite unlike what we read in our books,
But the world is filled with such wonders
So long as we know where to look.

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Very Good Day

The thunderstorm washed away last night
Everything bad on earth
The rain took all the chalk away
So today, is a very good day

The trees are green though it's October
And the sun is shining so clearly
The gentle wind makes the tall trees sway
Yes today is a very good day

I smile when I step out of artificial light
Into the warmth of the autumn sun
I'm begging the peaceful feeling, "stay-
'cause today is a very good day"

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                                                LUCKY KID'S DOGS

                                                   I have two dogs
                                                   And they have me
                                                   We meet beside the olive tree.

                                                  One dog’s tiny --one is big--
                                                  The little one 
                                                  lid the quen of jig
                                                  Penny is the little one.
                                                  She squints her eyes--hates morning sun
                                                  Boston terrier, black and white
                                                  When I’m sad I hug her tight.

                                                  Zipper is the bigger dog
                                                  He makes collie circle fog.

                                                 My dogs and I can hide all day
                                                                 sometimes we spy--
                                                                 sometimes we play!

                                                When I swing and drag my feet
                                                They lick my face--to them its sweet
                                                We like to roll in blue hay blooms
                                                Make our own dog & kid perfumes. 
                                                Mondays visit neighbor Alice
                                                Her house is one geranium palace

                                               The dogs wake up before I do
                                                If I'm too slow, they hide my shoe
                                               When the school bus honks
                                                                     off we run
                                                                    down the drive--
                                                                          we howl with fun!

                                                 All the kids wish they could be
                                                                        the girl with dogs--
                                                                     and that kid’s me!

CONTEST: be a kid again
Person:  Me
Victoria Anderson-Throop
Contest Sept. 2013

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Cowboy Legacy

There’s a legacy inside him,
As he sits upon his steed;
His heart is filled with honesty,
Not perjury or greed;

He rides the same old range,
That his father rode before;
And it’s been that way for forever,
A hundred years or more;

Pushin’ cattle, brandin’ calves,
That is a cowboy’s life;
Someday he may settle down,
And make some girl his wife;

He’s spent so many lonely nights,
Sleeping under the stars,
He hasn’t got a tattoo,
What he has are battle scars;

There’s a rip across his stomach,
From a rangy longhorn steer;
And even though it hurt like hell,
He never shed a tear;

He always outs on a brave face,
Emotions locked inside;
And for his cowboy heritage,
He feels only pride.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night

The Canvas of Night

Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,

enthralled by the wonder of the cosmos,
my dreams take to the heavens in effervescent flight,

I bathe in the beauty, soaked in sublime delight,
absorbed in moments of bliss, transfixed by the serene sight.

Stars like sprinkled sugar,
lay strewn across the canvas of night,

and my being is infused with feelings of hope,

for even in darkness  I find the sprinkled sugar of hope's light.

note: special thanks to one of my heroes, the late Dr. Carl Sagan, for making science accessible to younger me, many, many moons ago.

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As I lay Upon Mother earth

Wishful thinking
rests upon soft summer 
butterfly wings
warm breeze
swims across my body
taking with it
thoughts, dreams,wishes
now they float, high
above the endless 
clouds, like seeds
from an empty 
dandelion stem
suns rays
wrap me in an invisible
blanket of comfort
tiny, speckles of wet
dew drops from morning
when God kissed the ground
As I lay, feeling
the touch of mother earth
I drift to dream freely
my Native ancestors
dancing and chanting
the songs of my people
the Chickasaw
A sudden itch on my nose
brings me back to the present
and as my sleepy eyes lift
from crescent slivers 
to full dark chocolate moons
I watch as a monarch
dance across my face
and kisses my cheek with
its powdery wing
as it travels
above the endless clouds
like the dandelion seeds

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That lost, Must Be Found

That moment we forgot what we did saw.
This no doubt our memory have failed us,
A signal that the time will not be thaw,
That moment we forgot.

When all throbbing has come and nestled, thus
The thing we saw reappears as its raw,
Then nothing can stop that call behind us.

Not lost memories are what we keep as law
The forgotten will haunt back as pulse
Highest shade, most lightening will tour and saw
That moment we forgot.

Note: Form of poetry used in the piece is a 'Roundel' form of poetry.

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MOM I'm Pregnant

What shall I say to her?

What if she knows?

Can she tell that I carry another soul?

As I wonder what would I tell mom...

All these thoughts paced through my head,

I should have NEVER laid in his bed...

Sweet nothings was ALL that he said...

He got what he wanted, then left, just fled...

I was weak a young victim a surely misled...

 When I confessed to my mother,

That I had slept with my lover,

And in a few months she'd be a grandmother...

Her face turned cherry red, yet words where still unsaid...

Days turned into months,

My belly stuck out further in front...

 Finally we spoke today,

She said "When is he due?"

I replied "This May the 8th."

She said "She loves me!"

That was it, nothing else to say but "I love you too mom, in a special way!"

For it will be a blessed Mothers Day...

My Statistic: Life is challenging enough, it tends to be even
Harder for adolescence because they don't
Know as much as they think they
Know in actuality they don't. But mistakes and accidents are
Apart of life.... You live and you learn...

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Snow Song

Snow Song

Tonight, just this once, I need everyone to agree with me
To see what I see, the reality they refuse to believe.
Tonight just once, I need to set the her inside me free,
A note on a stave, no longer chained to a melody.

Tonight just this once I need to spread open paper wings.
Crepe veils of iridescent UN discovered things.
Tonight I need to listen to the snowflakes and icicles sing.
To glissade down crystal branches around the moons silver ring.

Tonight for an instant, I am going to feed into the delusions 
Stretch wide and far past the restraints of being human.
Tonight, casting stars in all the cracks of perfect ruin.
 Silken circles of multifaceted and attractive confusion.

Tonight I’m embracing all the questions with unknown answers.
No longer resenting the figure eights of life’s pirouetting dancer.
Tonight I can relate to the hunger of this soulless obsidian cancer.
Watery lips, azure finger tips this beautiful cerulean disaster.

Tonight through new eyes, I travel forgotten trails
And release a single burning breath I never got to exhale.
For Tonight my soul’s voice finally spells her tale
A pearlescent cadenza of falling snow, innocent and pale.

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The Black Sheep

We had a black sheep
He used to follow us to school
He was such a fan!

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Summer Enchanting

The morning sun arising into view,
Sends forth his rays to warm each butterfly.
He quickly shines his light to sparkle dew.
Then, paints the earth with beauty from on high.
Sunflowers raise their heads up to the sky.
Then, bumblebees into the flowers sink.
They have their fill of nature’s precious drink.

A child with ribbons flowing from her dress,
Runs laughing through a field with flowers thick.
True love, or not, those petals will confess.
She fills small hands with dandelions, quick.
Then, runs beside her favorite bubbling creek.
And sits upon a rock, to one by one,
Pluck petals from the bloom ‘til love is won.

He loves me; he loves me not; he loves me,
He loves me not; sweetly she chimes with smiles.
Those yellow flowers quickly shall decree,
What fate befalls her love as fancy wiles!
Soon charms of fallen petals, trust beguiles.
Until the yellow roses sent from him,
Reclaims the passion lost upon this whim.

Ó February 8, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Here Comes the Sun
Sponsored by Francine Roberts

Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

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

Bustling mother’s set up home 
on plaid blankets
colourful beach bags 
thick with togs and towels
Buckets, spades
strewn all around
a picnic stored carefully
under a shady umbrella,
they gather the children
skip giddy with glee
slapping sunscreen 
on lithe limbs
with index finger
of do's and don'ts.

My gaze drifts to 
little pink sisters,
their chubby faces 
alive with imagination
as nimble bodies 
straddle the sand,
all wrapped up 
in mounds of castles
studding their dreams 
with pearly shells 
and whispering tales
of pretty princesses.

At the water’s edge
long legs prancing
tip toeing warmth
into the chilly sea
up to their waists in
crested waves
dipping and diving,
an ocean of laughter
as young lads play
splashing and yelling
a ball in the air
they plunge.

Picking up my sandals,
I walk up the beach
under the bridge
past crimson valerian 
It’s balmy perfume 
scenting a delicious day

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A Squirrel's Treat

Now there’s a sound I’ve heard before,
The quietest knock on plastic door,
The squirrel on the other side,
Boldly stands, no need to hide,
He knows that there’s nothing to fear,
From the people within here,
But if he can just look so sweet,
He might just earn himself a treat,
And so he stands with widening eyes,
Hoping for a small surprise,
He waits patiently for bread,
With his tail so bushy and red,
Give him it dry and he might just utter,
“Thank you Miss, but where’s the butter?”

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Return to the Womb

Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking, 
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring

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I, Alone

I, alone,
Have felt this pain 
That you have been hiding from me...
Stinging me with acid rain
That pours fourth envy and strife in the wilderness
I, alone,
Have been inflicting pain upon myself - I just had to address

I, alone,
Have bottled-up my emotions forever it seems
Bringing me down...dragging me down
In a dark, murky trench...the sun beams

WHY do the sun not shine on me? 
I, alone,
Can't bear my affliction 
...all alone...
This solitude will 
always hover around me...
The reason is still unknown
My mind is blown...
I'm surprised how much I've grown

I, daily,
Wish and pray for a brilliant future
For you...Remember, friend of mine - 
To shine with confidence like the sun
REMEMBER, friend of mine:
You are never alone no matter what

I, alone, 
Have experienced and felt your suffering...

You and I
Have to work together
And help each other along the way - 

Are you willing to accept my offering? 

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The Dew

Morning dew kisses
in every flowers petals
in every toddlers first walk.


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Before a baby's born
Before a fetus forms
The egg without a shell
Starts off as a single cell 

Once the seeds are sown
And life begins to grow
Dividing in an ocean
Existence is set in motion 

Cells split and clump together
Holding on with invisible tethers
Pulsating begins to start
As joining cells create the heart 

Feeling the first thought
Of coziness and warmth
The distant sound of singing
A lullaby from the living 

Sprouting little limbs
Pink fleshy little things
The light inside her womb
Prepares to leave its tomb 

The canal opens wide
And everything's pushed outside
The gentle creeping wind
Crawls beneath the skin 

The lungs gasp for breath
The air so cold and fresh
Vocals stir a cry
As alien colours amaze the eyes 

Little person so fresh and new
So different from which you grew
Evolving from a small dividing device....
Behold the wonders of life!

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Denial of Freedom

What the hell is Trans-gender?
Who are the judges appointed 
To send these children into the dark
Without so much as a flashlight?

Why do the innocents have to suffer 
For the ignorance of their elders
For the unconscious majority
Of the planet's population?

It is the way of the future
Our children will live there
With their genders identified
As an evolutionary process continues.

We question with furrowed eyebrows
We look with curiosity
We love unconditionally
We accept with faith.

Some of us will cry 
For not understanding sooner
For allowing the suffering 
That ended with suicide.

Some of us will understand
Before it's too late
That we hold the healing light
And the power of choice.

Details | Quatrain | |

Why Red Roses Flow

Every year she returns to the scene
This place in question where life has been mean
On muddy banks down by the waterline
Alone in her tomorrow's, solitary resigned

Having already lost her husband in his freedom fight
No mother should enter this fateful night
Her baby, her son, that a mother sees to grow
Wandered from her safety to that fast water flow

All innocent and fearless little steps slowly walk
In playful surrounds just barely in talk
Noises up ahead attract this mind to peek see
So curious they are when they get a chance to break free

Down an unclimbable bank he faces his lure
Once a slow flowing stream soon to take natures pure
Yesterdays storms allowed the heavens to cry
Whilst his mother kneels down and still asks herself why

In her hand she clasps a bunch of Roses so red
Tears fill her eyes knowing her tomorrow's lie dread
Once again she looks back, facing a mothers fear
A last glimpse of the flow, feeling her lost sons tears

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The Photographer

Skies gray and rains blow;
Trees sway and creak like old stairs.
Thunder rolls and booms.

The den lights go out.
On the brown faux leather couch
Kids crowd together.

Whites of their eyes show.
"Shush! God is doing his work,"
Grandparents tell them.

Lightning bolt flashes,
Illuminates the front yard
And freezes the scene

Framed by porch windows;
He snaps candids from the storm,
Outside looking in.

Details | Narrative | |

All About Her

I dont know much about her
but I heard she wasnt that talkative
She didnt like being alive
She was numb to all the pain she had to go through

I heard she didnt like anything that was green
She ate roman noodles everynight for supper
She always wore flannels and bellbottoms
Sometimes i seen her wear dresses and fancy tops
But lately shes been wearing band shirts

She wears converse shoes and uses an army bag for school
I know that she dosent like to communicate through talking... only through her peoms
or sometimes even her songs.

I see her drawing and painting all the time
She draws famous people
She would like to be famous and not so unknown
When she tries to speak to anyone they always walk away and leave her alone

When she gets home she goes upstairs to play her bass guitar
She hates chocolate cake but loves chocolate
Her family left her behind because she cant forget her past

Sometimes when shes alone she contemplates the meaning behind her life
Her favorite color is gray because her life is black and white
Everything she says is false according to the world

She is not so innocent
I understand that she dreams about the perfect life
When she opens her eyes they are pitch black

She is someone that is fake
She acts nothing like she should
She is very grungy and unclean

She knows of no safety
and of no time
Her life is smashed into pieces by the giant sun

She will always be a ghost
She knows of no god
She crawls around in the world of death
She remains forgotten

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These Quests For "the Other Side"

Out across the country lanes
and down into the woods,
these places we would play 
for they had all “the Goods”.

It didn’t matter the time of year,
Spring, Summer , Winter or Fall-
we were ready as each one drew near
for we played hard through them all.

Adventures of the highest kind
as we’d run to the chasm again.
We’d swing across on monkey vines,
not walking around it instead.

Our sleds would speed the power lines,
shooting down the treacherous slopes.
Careful to miss the towering pines,
we’d hold tightly to the ropes.

How carefree were our younger days
as I look back across the years.
We spent our youth under sun’s gold rays
and conquered our childhood fears.

Many quests filled these gallant years,
these quests for “the other side”.
Memories like these become more dear
as I sail upon life’s tide.

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Link Road Garden

Azure skies, turquoise back waters of dam by eve. Play park with joy rides.... Wind ruffled ringlets.... Quaint surround of lush green hills Squeaky joyous sounds.... Flock of homing birds, Laughing, bouncing, swirling kids Twin Nature delights!

Details | Couplet | |


Go! Go to sleep!” Night said
“Where? Where?” I whispered back
Sleep - Where can this famed land be?
Where one must close their eyes in order to see!

And  must I go there at nine o'clock?
How to get there? Will I walk?
Will my friends be there as well?
Or should I bid them all farewell?

And Night was silent for a while
Til she answered with a knowing smile
Sleep is the land where your dreams dwell
More than that I can't foretell.

But perhaps it’s the home of fairies 
Perhaps it’s full of tales and stories
Miracles are quite common there
You could meet Hope, or else Despair

And then Night said beware;
Beware the place called Nightmare
The land of banshees, dwarves and dragons
The home of elves, griffins and kraken.

And shuddering I closed my eyes
For there the land of sleep lies
And Night continued its lullaby
Until the sun rose in the sky.

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A Crystal that Darkens

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

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

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

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Five o'clock Shadow

Orange bleeds yellow above
the white tipped horizon 
My fingers are crying, 
for the days 
of never ending bath-tubs.

winter will carve
it’s 5 o’clock shadow
across the east coast. 
and smoke will rise
from brick chimneys.

On sunny afternoons,
Guilt may find it’s way
to dig it’s heel.  
But here-
the cold is biting my toes, 
and my mind is free 

to listen to the dogs wrestling. 
Playing, like fiddler for a hot meal.

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Stunning Armadillos

Trees still shade the road
where Gramps and I once rode
in his old green car -- I drove --
on dusky early evenings
in my fifteenth year.
We stopped, as he insisted, at every spot
where an armadillo scratched
among the tender greenery
in ditches.
I was dispatched,
with Gramps' strong wood cane,
to kill a pesky armored creature
by striking hard, once, upon its snout.
Gramps waited in the car,
called encouragement or condemnation:
"That's it! Hit him hard!" or
"Can't you do a damn thing right?"
He knew I didn't like to kill
but was determined to toughen up
my softness.
That hard old man was not accustomed
to being crossed or contradicted.
But part of him was tender,
and he had a sense of what was right
in the bayou country of his day.
How could I tell him that I hated
killing just to please him?
Often, I killed, then killed again,
although, at times, I'd miss the snout
or be slow to follow up,
and permit an armadillo to escape.
Sometimes, I'd temper force with moderation --
I'd stun the creature, grab the tail,
fling it far into dense bushes
to revive and live another day.
My grandfather eyed me darkly then,
but often kept his peace.
He gave me the treatment
I gave those stunned armadillos.
Could he have felt the same
toward me as I toward them?

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Since early childhood I was aware of my sorroundings;
looking around with the interest of a grown-up man,
waiting for the golden sunrise with rosy streaks
to rise from beyond the Paterno Mountain...
to dazzle a southern boy with vivid dreams.

The clock-tower, in the Fallen Soldiers memorial square wreath-adorned,
stroke seven to announce the coming of a quite day
in a valley, where orange blossoms strongly perfumed
welcoming spring in all its daintiness and cheerfulness...
as shallows retuned home flying over pines groves covered with gray.

My chestnut-colored hair was gently brushed by a whimsical breeze,
spreading the scent of jasmine's bushes wilting down;
that's where robins took shelter when the summer sun
was at its hightest peak and trees glistened and swayed to please
a curious and adventurous southern boy with vivid dreams. 

Ever wondered how I had gotten to be an elaborate poet in childhood days,
exploring everything to express myself in the most unique ways?
It was love of Nature and its splendor breathed in with appreciation  
that made me who I am today, and wiping away the tears of golden age,
I feel the fanthom of my presence wandering down a silent lane swarmed with sage.

Night came with willowy shadows, carrying out their nocturanl task...
not to frighten me, but to bring the brilliance of gleaming stars so perfectly aligned;
and I dreamed with relief, knowing that there would be no endless wait
to be overwhelmed with a mystery only revealed to a child with vivid dreams.
I looked further above, beyond the stunning, starry sky as the brightest light shined.    

The country I am writing about is Italy

Details | Light Poetry | |

' A Rainbow - Mist ... '

Leave Behind Drab-Disapproving Crowds
Run In  Rainbow-Mist, A Bright-Prism-Cloud
Where Iridescence Gleams Unbound
Sparkles, Head To Toe … Sky To Ground
Pssst (Listen)… One Place, Where One Is Found:

… In Sunshine and Sprinklers Going ‘Round ! …

Details | I do not know? | |

My Regular Day

                                        My Regular Day
                                              by natalie
As the first light breaks,
How the hawks soar above me.
The sheep graze alongside me,
As the colors of oranges, reds and pinks shine 
When the cock sings his beautiful Morning song,
The new lambs will perfect day commences.

Fervently my dark-grey led hits the bare paper,
That's when I portray all that I have seen,
The hawks soaring, the sheep grazing, the cock 
      Singing and the lambs prancing.
Ah, the beauty in one morning.
Now! Its time to add all the stunning colors,
The scarlet-red mixed in with the carroty-orange
       mingled with cherry-pink,
All rightly colored as that morning that took my 
        Breath away.

The chilly water tickling my toes. 
The composed minnows gather around,
As the fox hides in her den.
The butterfly slowly flutters above me.
The two dragonflies dancing their duet, 
The strong smell of fresh mint fills up the creek,
As the creek slowly flows with the sound of tingling 
       that follows with it.
The refreshing breeze blows on my face,
Cooling it down from the temperate sun.

When the day comes to the end,
The radiant stars slowly gather around me.
The hawks take their slumber,
And the mysterious owls take their place as they now
        soar through the sky,
The warm, puffed up mother ewes snuggle their 
         young while they go onto their nightly trance.
As the strong rem stances proudly on the hill
         watching and bravely protecting all the sheep.
The crickets take the tough cocks place and cries its 
          nightly song,
As for me, well, I take my rest as my dreams fly by,
Hoping that the next day will be another regular day.

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Summer Life as a Kid

Sweet Summer breeze
scraped n' bruise covered knees
sidewalk chalk marks on your jeans
torn clothes, worn as badges of Adventure
popsicle stained lips
secret crush kisses
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Snatching fireflies from the skies
watching sunsets dashed with
cayenne pepper cotton candy
Sunnies nibbling toes
filled with stale bread from mom
kick the can, truth or dare, hide & go seek
mud pie smiles, warm chocolate chip cookies to eat
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

Grandmas sweet tea conversations on the porch
covert midnight campfires with friends
from spying little sisters
Ghost stories to tell, marshmallows to toast
climbing trees, fairy tale dreams
being the first one picked
for the kickball team
Summer life as a kid
I truly miss it

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Scouts on Pinecrest Lake

Distant thunder roars.
Another thirty minutes,
All scout boats grounded.

Details | Acrostic | |

Dandelion Wishes

Dancing through a field of awakening childhood dreams
Anticipating summer days, life bursting at the seams
Nature calls a shy, young girl outdoors to explore
Dandelion heads of vibrant gold, beauty she cannot ignore
Eager to wish upon the wind, she picks a bunch to blow
Laughing as she chases fluff, seeds search for soil to grow
I remember that young girl and all she dared to wish
Often I slip back in time, soft memories I embellish
Never again have I felt that young, hopeful and free

Waiting for my tomorrows and life's possibilities
I could wrap myself awhile in ornate dandelion dreams
Savoring memories made in the summer sun's golden beams
Happiness danced along with me and petals in the wind
Each time I see dandelions, the joy returns like an old friend
Someday, perhaps I'll pick a bunch and chase childhood wishes again

Details | Romanticism | |


Long ago, when I was a child I ran out of my mothers boundaries, and into the wild While alone and wandering I saw a blinding light I looked up and saw an amazing sight A flaming bird in the sky Reflecting off the lake I stared in awe as it flew away Leaving ashes in its wake And in my vision, faint fiery rings I have not seen the creature since that day But every evening, as I watch the setting sun I could swear that I see wings

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Surely to know the ambrosial quiver
Of stiffened fruit, ripe and swollen
With stolen fragrance and lovely flush
Of seeded solvent all down a furtive face
And up the greedy pink arms of cloud-ward reaching children

Is to know also the jealous rain
Her green glances gorge on mellow delight
Indulgent and impatient with quick eyes
Snatching strokes of waxy flesh
Torrid caress under an austere guise of gray
She is a lean and idle glutton
Who lashes in strife with quickness and lusty strikes

It will be a feast of soul
If you do not slay her first

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The Castle of the Sky

As the sun rises,
everything comes to life.
Even the city that never sleeps
seems to be just waking up.
As the city is reflected,
down onto the river,
it is tall and majestic.
The center of all life.
The only thing that is more beautiful...
is the castle of the sky.
At night it is the stars and moon
where the fairies work their magic spells.
At day it is the sun and clouds
where the Gods play.
Only believers can see the castle of the sky.
And know what spells the fairies work
and what games the Gods play.
But all of us have believed at one time or another.
And some of us have never stopped believing
in the castle of the sky. 

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The Violation of a Secret Place

We had a secret place, Marie and I,
a slabwood shack with a narrow door
and a hole in the roof where the rain came in,
the eaves unfinished where swallows built their nests.

There was just one seat inside, 
a long and narrow seat
boarded over, nailed there, 
both chair and table for little girl picnics.

Behind the shack, a splashing brook
carried our boats in water finger-deep;
beyond the brook and ancient trees,
a corn field marched to infinity.

"Where do you go?" my brother asked,
but we would never tell--until one day
he followed us, sneaking catlike through the corn,
trailing the trickle of our voices.

He told on us at supper time
and everybody laughed 
and said we had played in a privy. 

Marie touched my hand behind the chairs;
we felt the tears we dare not shed,
and knew that beyond the corn and through the woods
we'd find another secret place.

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Little children play,
By the seaside, by the shore,
By the sandy coast.

Details | Imagism | |

The Emerald Doorway

There lies a location with an Emerald Doorway
leading to a shared past.
Waiting for it's own children to visit.
We slipped thru the portal again this summer,
Jacquie, I and another child, her son Joe.
Immediately, I sensed decades of joy surrounding us
And heard the echoes of our horses hoofs
tamping down the path.

Undisturbed, the path lay awaiting our return.
Fertile earth delighting to feel our familiar tread..
The ancient beech, carved with our milestones,
stood sentinel over our clearing.
Sunbeams lighted the moss, remembering long

Gnarly grapevines dangling memories of our Grasps,
ready to swing over the ravine, into our past.
Inviting us to a smokey treat, flavored by  long ago.

A musical voice...the stream, called to our
remembering and our playfulness...
urging us to slide it blue-smooth slate
Among the creatures, salamanders, crayfish and 
minnows, staring in wide-eyed wonder at seeing us again.
into our swimming hole, waiting to baptize us in 
the wonderment of nature... to carry with us, 
Our childhood home.

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Pink Slime

Pink Slime, Pesticides
And chicken thighs bigger than my thighs

And we wonder why there is an increase
in learning disabilities among children today 
I say it’s because the process, that the food is processed and grown and raised, is
compromised by demand, money, greed or fame. 
I do understand that demand is high 
so we have to do somethin’

So to compete, we inject hormones into the very animal or plant that is sold for consumption
So now we eat these hormones and our bodies are stressed because of the added pesticides and  herbicides and other sh#! that’s hard to digest  

I mean what’s really the cause?
There’s more kids with disabilities today than there ever was  
I say it’s because like the story is told in the verses, that knowledge is increasing in man and the result is not what He purposed. 

Pink Slime and Pesticides..We’re eating stuff that’s been chemically grown inside…and chickens bigger than my thighs

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Emotional Hole

I did not find myself to be so important
So I ask my friends do I seem distant?
When I ask the question I had received an answer, Yes
So I think that made it clear that I had been not the best
I am a friend of a friend that talks so many things
That friend talks to much it is insane and insanity it brings
I do care, about my friends they are all good people
They tend to stand on their high steeple 
Today I find myself not so aware
Disbanding my fear of regret and care
Walking many different paths I see that I have found holes
It is the path that people choose to use to fuel their rage with coals
Coals are partially burnt wood or fossils a piece of fuel
It is the source of burden and fire a rage of emotions that stands cruel
It can be warm and caring, but it also can be baring
I just start to feel so low, below the ground I keep on staring
I reach for my friends so many times I feel so ignorant at times
Just once I feel I should not rely on them when feeling I can not find 
I dig my hole deeper and I can not climb out
For some reason I am just full of doubt
I care about so many things and what I have is confusion
One person should be all I should think about to get out of that illusion
My battle in my heart and mind is not at all so pleasant
I feel so alone in an island that is shaped like a crescent
My emotions is like coinciding with a diameter of the semicircle
Not a full emotion that is complete like a circle
My feelings is circular full of incomplete thoughts, so much deeper
I feel it will wake up my evil half a evil soul that is a sleeper
What question should I ask myself? to believe that I am not so alone
As I feel like a person who is deteriorating to the bone
I ask my friends the same question once again
I figure I should do it, to know what kind of feelings I should end
So many thoughts that come out of my feeling
I feel like my friends take, an emotional trauma of stealing
They ask me questions and I answer theirs
But when I need mine answered I feel burning inside like a flare
Are they even friends when they do not take me serious in anyway
Just put me in my hole cause I feel nothing in their will be getting in my way
It's just so simple to answer someones problem
I answer friends with beauty of a rose, but when they answer mine I get the stem
I know the stem is very important in life, with out it how can a rose be a rose
With a hole to put the root and stem in how can it grow
The words we speak I guess is like all natural things we reap and sow

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Sweeping Leaves in the Wind

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

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

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

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

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I Remember When

What happened to all the honey bees
That used to swarm all around and abound
And would cover the fruit and holly trees
Now, you rarely see them buzzing around?

Where have the huge flocks of blackbirds gone
That I recall who would blacken the sky
And bruise your ears with the shrill of their song
In the spring and fall as they flew by?

What happened to all those water frogs
That I recall whose deep rhythmic bellows
Would echo back down through the hollow bogs
All summer until the leaves turned yellow?

What happened to the little horned toads
That I would catch for a pet as a boy
That crawled all over the fields and dirt roads
And made a neat little pet to enjoy?

Why doesn't the wolf still split the night
And chill my heart with his long lonesome cry
As he howls away at the full moon's light
Adoring the illuminated sky?

Where are all the calls of the bob white
And the lonely calls of the whippoorwill
That used to pine away all through the night
And could be heard in almost every field?

Where are the spine chilling panther screams
That mimicked some poor damsel in peril 
And would often conjure up awful dreams
Of gruesome creatures wicked and feral?

Are they on a premature path into yore
Has adequate time been duly assigned
For us to say, "There are no more...."
Or could it be, I've just outlived my time?

                                Timothy I. Brumley

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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be'll receive
Something special...something to make you whole
Though the trials you must run through
Are a great struggle that can easily
Pull you down
And I want to erase your frown

You will feel way better about yourself
Just trust me...take my hand...
I'll encourage you to have a satisfying time
Just for your own liking
We'll be hiking
Those somewhat difficult hardships 
Together for eternity 
We'll spend time in the future 
Together in unity

*******he sea...Let's flee and be free!
LOOK how nice you look!

Trample those insufferable nuisances
That dare put you down
To the sea floor
I'll push them to the core!

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


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This old wood school desk

OMG the smells of the woods and the old musky smells of the building, 
                  the texture and smells of a good book. 
The beauty in it all, wishing I could be a child again, but this time free, free from the
                             bondage's that once held me down. 
        The innocence ripped from the child sitting in this chair, 
                                 the only comfort she could find was in the woods. 
Mother Earth was her best friend, the one she ran to for protection and nurturing.

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Sloe Gin In August

Round and ready
Fit to burst
They grow like grapes here
Cheek to cheek they bend the bones of the branches

Every year
Two daughters
A mother
A grandmother
Rid the jewels of their armour
Delicately balancing beauty between thumb and forefinger
Like compacted snow

I know

I know that one swift squeeze and summer would seep
Right through its purple skin

In the basket that lays on the ground
Their silver crowns reflect the sun
Straight up to our thighs and hips and cheeks
They proudly await their fate.

A drop in the deep
Bitter liquid
Three months of bleeding sweetness in the dark
The end.

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The Fish Dance

I watched your fish dance 
From under my hat brim 
Cloud covered and dim   
While on your boat  
You would float   

Waiting for the chance  
Of a bending pole   
When one flickered
I giggled and snickered
Watching you jump for joy
Like a young boy
At peace was your soul

And all at once I understood
Your remembrance of boyhood
The echoes of the wake
The magic between you
The fish and the lake

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Flowers That Grow

Morning glory wanders, twining through trees.
Wildflowers invite curious insects around.
Roses blossom and fragrance the breeze,
“Where?”  I ask. “Can greater beauty be found?”

Digging in the garden, I feel right at home.
Praying for plants, each seed, my next muse.
Breathing in nature’s life giving loam. 
Dreaming about flowers, anticipating views.

A child planting corn rows with grandfather near.
He’d make the hole; I would drop three seeds there.
No wonder my passion is a garden so dear.
It is there I met love, grandfather watching with care.

Now that he is gone to heaven above,
I thank God for creation and flowers that grow.
When I work in the garden, I feel grandfather’s love.
Rejoicing in our Father whose wisdom does flow.

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The Hourglass of Life

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

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found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.

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Poetry About Poetry

Shades of color bounce within
Singing their hues dancing in place
Vivid lines colored outside
Rules broken with empty space
A midnights dream heard and seen
Gleaming from the twinkle of a eye
Wings touched flown and plucked
Gliding like a bird up in the sky
Wishes from pennies thrown into tears
The reservoir over flowing with pigments of pain
Drowning from the shadows 
The flood paints the day
Words speak volumes of silence hidden
Their sounds blind to what they see
Mirrors of nouns and verbs 
Their meaning and secrets lost at sea
Emotions ruled by laws of language
Spelled in boxes of glass
Melted from sands inside
That voices strangle to grasp

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those tiny puffs
can not budge autumn wishes-
dandelion seeds

*posted solely for enjoyment, mine and yours, me chums. A true life observation from last night.

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Heat Wave

Heat Wave

Heat Wave June 2012

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Polar Bears And The Penguins

Some times they say the great and mighty do fall…
And the penguin story of greatness, should be heard by all.
Polar bears are mighty and cunning with massive brute strength.
But they messed with the penguins, a mistake, I do think.

The polar bears went after the penguins and cute little chicks.
So you’ll never guess what those cute little penguins did.
Using the most courageous penguins as a target so nice.
They lured all the polar bears, for the first time, out onto the ice.

The greedy bears moved out in force for the kill.
But the penguins pushed the ice flows into the currents windmill.
So intent on dinner and full of themselves, were they that day… 
That the polar bears didn’t notice the ice caught in the currents sway.

The polar bears were way out to sea, before noticing their plight.
And, by then, the penguins were safely at home tucked in for the night.
You might say, the current was a friend to the penguins that day.
For it eventually sent those polar bears to the North Pole far away.

Now the moral of this story is here to easily understand.
Brute strength is not the greatest thing to cherish; it is far greater to plan…
And, never turn your back on a penguin I say.
They’re the reason there’s no polar bears at the South Pole, to this day.

Tell Me A Story Contest

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Fairy tears

Amongst the buttercups and daisies
Afore the early rising sun
Is where you’ll find wet fairy tears
Glistening on your lawn.
They lay as drips on blades of grass
They soak your shoes and feet
They’re where you’ve trampled once again
Then gone indoors to eat.
Then fairies they come out to play
And dance under the stars
And mischievous elves will prank around
While firefly drive like cars.
But when they see how much that we
Have damaged their small world
The fairy drops to ground and weeps
Their magic’s been unfurled.
The little dew drops gently left
Are fairy tears my friend
For with sun and magic of natures hand
Comes repair to make amend.
Be carful where you put your foot
A fairy might live and care
So be polite when you are asked
Keep off the grass walk there.

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Rawe of the Raven Hair

The river lay across the path
Like a never ending tale
Murmured secrets passing by
Through that dim and moonlit dale

And I stood by upon the path
Water seemed to say to me
That "Only Innocent may pass
All were once those truly free"

It seemed I saw a child there
In the river, on the shore
A beautious thing with golden hair
Eyes black as the river's core

She walked into the river then
As she touched the water's side
She did not sink, but Innocent
Walked atop the river wide

"River daughter" named I her
In that realm of unknown sounds
Bowed she then, and touched her hair
Into the river's damping crowns

As she melted to the depths
I knew to be the river base
I was distracted from her sight
By moonlight on the farther face

Across the river did I see
Silver-black was shimmering
And in the moonlight there I saw
Hair as black as raven-wing

The river of the night lay there
Know that I was lost for words
"I, Rawe of the Raven Hair"
Spoke the river, and I heard

Rawe of the Raven Hair
Gods are wont to know thee
None is there so beautious fair
I shall always love thee

The deep enchantress of the night
So the legends often say
The faerie of the darker light
Not seen ever 'neath the day

The legends tell she is the river
When the moon is on the rise
The stories say she is the moonlight
When the river all still lies

Not a sound did break that silence
Yet the river spoke to me
"Be ye innocent and pass"
Into this moonlit misery

Entranced by nothing but the night
Stepped I to the river then
And, Innocent, I walked above
Water never meant for men

The River-Child I'd seen before
Brought me to my innocence
And not a thought within me lay
But the thought of infant bliss

So cross did I, and as I did
Water still beneath my lay
The moonlight shone upon the bank
Rawe on the bank did stay

Perplexed, she looked, and spoke she then
"How crossed thee o'er the river's shore?
Innocence unmeant for men
Resides within thee: in thy core."

"How canst thou cross the river Styx
Unknown to Charon, undead and live?"
Said I to her "Ah, I am dead:
Dead to reality's soft lies"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Beauty not in life, in Death
None is there so beautious fair
Truth lies in thy breath"

"Rawe of the Raven Hair
Life is wont to know thee
All death's freedom, no life's care
Won't you come with me?"

In that realm of soft delusions
Truth was still her words inside
"Though in Death life can be free,
Life of Death is suicide."

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Night Owl

It flies and settles on a tree branch,
waiting for fish to pop out of the lake,
to enjoy the moonlight.

A group of kids sits around a bonfire,
trembling with fright,
as they keenly listen to the owl's hooting.

"The bogeyman is being ushered in...."
one of the kids says, with a breaking tone......

Contest: Night Owl

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female bear

female bear with cubs winter's hibernation ends... boy scouts on spring hike
Inspired by Charles Henderson's contest but not an entry..

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bare sun bronzed feet run
sweet clover fields fragrance kissed
honey bee sting hurts
August 1, 2014
Haiku "Aha" Moment contest
Regina Riddle, sponsor

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Web wise

Web wise

The fear drops from its light brown wings; 
this is not home; at least not for a bird. 
Little sparrow flaps its wings in madness; 
flaps them so hard. Living room, staircase,
it is humming past your mute chair.
But how can you help, you cannot locate 
your own way out of this golden web. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

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Simple Blessings

I love how the cool breeze caresses my face
tickling my lips
and tossing my hair playfully

It brings life to the silence of the dull, Autumn day
and forces smiles on grim faces

I adore the crinkling of leaves underneath my bare feet
sending a thrilling chill up my body
and quickening my heart with every step I take

It lifts the spirits of small children
and sends their innocent laughter through the air, touching hearts along the way

How wonderful the sprinkling drops of water are
as they tease my skin with their touch
and I cannot help but feel genuine joy

These days come often
but are rarely seen as they are

and a simple yet intricate blessing from God

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Eyes closed tight

I’ve walked the roads with eyes closed tight
On summers days and winters nights
Never a car nor a van saw I
Just me, the road and the cloudy sky

My knees were bare and my face was too 
Braced to meet what the weather threw
At my frail form as it made its way
From home to school and back each day

Three miles to school my legs would ply
Bag on my back tear in my eye
From biting wind and driving rain
And ill fitting shoes causing me much pain

In class at last I start to thaw
As the teacher with the chalk did draw
The questions on the board of black
She’d shout at us if we dared to slack

The bell has gone and it’s home time
I run out past the village sign
Turn right and up the old mill path
Which cuts my journey time in half

Past fields where corn and barley grew
Not yet turning their golden hue
But standing now quite strong and tall
Hiding the Corncrake, but not her call

For years my legs would carry me
From breakfast plate to Geography
From Latin to the river Bann
Then up the hill to home I ran

How lucky I was I realise now
To see the birds the sheep the cow
And share with them the air and rain
Such freedom will we ever see again

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The Clock Strikes

A old man rocks on his chair.
He keeps looking at his clock.
It is like the clock has stopped.
Time is not moving he say’s.
Then suddenly the time starts to move.
A voice is heard.
Wings then fly through the sky.
The old man sings in joy.

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Bonny Isles

A sparkling jewel
Of nature
It brings peace
To my soul
Fills the 
Empty hole
Slows down
My heartbeat
Stops the retreat
And rebuilds
My heart
With wonder
With hope
With silence.
As I am
By my past
The re-casting
Of my being
The removal
Of my all-seeing
Is a certainty
When on the boat
To Lerwick
With waves
The sides
And the rhythm
Of the slow
Slowing my rhythm
Me to sleep.
Gets me
Dreaming of
The glistening sea
This wondrous
This hidden
Where few
Do tread
And the calm
The first step
From the lack
Of Chain Stores
The Out-of-date
The stormy weather
The Cream Buns
The Long lasting
A slow
The hundred
Private beaches
The performing stars
At night
A delight
To my heart

I dream of another place

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haiku c

a golden curl
the child's blue eyes:
the camera snaps

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Weed Becomes a Flower

freshly picked by a child
become a precious flower

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a spec on a screen

i attempt to take a breath as structure slips away,
two lips and a whisper changed a universe today,

patterns contort and minds tilt ajar,
my soul is dumbfounded in sight of this art,

head in the clouds, where home isn't far,
seems ages away, knee deep in the stars,

i know not, the language,
i can not define,
but i know that its coming,
it's growing, it's mine.

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Straight From Heaven's Gate

Twice in my life,
an experience to remember.
At the peak of dawn's light,
on a morning in December.
It's a beautiful thing that came,
straight from heaven's gate.
A holiday to remember,
on the 11th of December.
Everyone is excited,
as the phone begins to ring.
Look outside to see,
the snow that is falling.
An unexpected holiday,
with children out to play.
Memories will never fade,
of that December day.
The snow was steady falling.
The wind continued to blow.
Children's voices calling,
"Come play out in the snow."
So, God sent us a miracle straight from heaven's gate.
Even I went out to catch some falling snowflakes.
People everywhere,
outside in the cold.
The thing that touched my heart,
was footprints in the snow.

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The secret creek- for my daughter

Across the brook they are calling me
calling me to join in and be free,
across the ripples they are calling me
to truly learn to be,
and just like a fairy sings cheerily
sings cheerily of the sacred space,
and just like a child I am wearily
creeping closer to the place.

Down by the creek we are listening
listening to the sounds of peace,
down by the creek where the trees do swing
and the rivers bend and crease,
I sit on the edge where the green moss grows
grows so thick I could sleep all day,
I sit on the edge where the crickets crow
and the ripples jump and play.

Up by the rock where the light shines down
and the shadows dance on a moonlit night,
up by the rocks the fairy queen wears her crown
before the days first light,
in the waters deep where I rest my feet
and the fish slip past with their strong thick tails,
in the waters deep where the rivers meet
is where I go by trail.

I will miss this place still so crystal clear
where my heart can rest from its weary past,
I will miss this space but my biggest fear
is that this place won't last.

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Doylestown Squirrel Love Song

When Bushy Tail met Flashing Eyes
up on poplar limb
he fell in love with her at once
the only love for him!
And so he asked a friend of her
who told poor Bushy Tail
that Flashing Eyes would wed the Prince
it made his poor heart fail!
But Bushy saw deep in her eyes
one summer morning bright
there was real love, and just for him,
a love both strong and right
they fell so much more into love
but couldn't comprehend
why they could not together be
and Prince be just a friend.
They pled their love before the Prince
who laughed at them and said
I'll have the fairest in the trees
so get that in your head.
And then the Prince put out the law
they could not be in love
nor be together one more time
like they were dreaming of.
And Flashing Eyes cried all the time
while Bushy hurt each day,
their love grew stronger though apart
could love not find a way?
The leaves of summer turned to red
as autumn came around
and in the breezes drifted to
be carpet on the ground.
The day to wed was growing near
and hope was getting dim
when destiny came in to play
up on a poplar limb.
The Prince proclaimed he was the king
and Flashing Eyes would be
forever Queen and at his side
the top of royalty.
And then he boasted of his charm
his right and noble fame
when all at once he fell down to
a forest hunters aim.
Up in the trees where no one sees
real love is living there
for Bushy Tail and Flashing Eyes
and love is everywhere.
© ron wilson aka veebdosa the doylestown poet

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Petals in the wind

I ran at the sight of the petals
Which swiftly flew past me,
In my little shoes I chased it
Thinking that an adventure this will be.

They floated,all purple against the sky
With no obstacles to block their way,
I ran over the hill and tried to reach
But by then they were further away.

The little petals danced to the tunes of the wind,
Every step they could master .
Which made me want them even more
And dashed behind them,faster.

When they did a glissade
And descended to about my height,
I jumped and caught few of them
My eyes twinkled with delight.

I gently opened my fist
But they seemed as lifeless as could be,
So I tiptoed and gave them back
To the wind where they'd be free.

They whirled around me in a circle
To this day in my memory this experience is pinned,
At last they left me with a magical fragrance
The purple petals in the wind..

By Sadaf Syed
For the contest 'Petals In The Wind'

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Somber, forgotten:

Young taunting winds encircle

Lone-standing cactus.

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Respect Comes with Age

My father and my mother sat me down one day
     to tell me how wonderful that I was growing O.K.
The years passes by as I got to be a teenager
     with high hopes of becoming the first young manager
Life turns out a manager job is not for me
     so I kept things to a minimum working hard you see
My family had taught me with all do respect
     the life we lead is the image of our age in an aspect
Like queens and kings we bow our head
     to the people who is wiser in age even when dead
Life as our guide the time we have aged
     is what we leave behind that we are gaged
In prospective we are the stars and we are the earth
     because we age and leave behind a new birth
To those that seek such blessing of heart
     remember this age is respect for living from the start
Do you remember your father, mother, and teachers
     they are the ones cheering you on, sitting on those bleachers

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The Summer Breeze

One thing is certain about summer
It never last forever
Be that it may sometimes be a bummer
You will always remember the weather

The ocean breaths 
As you sometimes hear
Through the summer breeze
And the starry nights are clear.

Sweat and games are ever more real
With a summer breeze
It’s the coolness you feel
Which provokes a peace?

For it’s the memories you’ll steal!

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Evening Well Spent

Where did you fly off too bird,
the trees where your babies live?
New camera was out of focus,
but I heard the squawking loud enough.
Mother came out ringing the dinner bell;
did she know of the crimson sunset?
With the sound of birds in my ears,
I ran to the rice bowls, hot and ready.
Chopsticks in her hands - she first asked
how I fared in my adventures.
The birds were quiet, the sunset now violet;
I ate it all, but was still hungry for the woods outside.

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Hot Oil In China

We have hot oil in China,
  Rising slowly from the ground
  There is a deep dense fog hovering round

The air is smokey, so dense it seems green
  The sun so hot it's making everyone lean
  Curfews so early all think it's obscene

And the hot oil keeps rising, if you know what I mean
  Hot oil keeps rising, it doesn't go down
  It's been well over a month since it covered the ground

Machinery moves carelessly all through the night
  I bothers us so much we boarded up the windows tight
  I bought ear plugs but I gave them to my brother Mike

Bells keep bleeping on and off go the lights
  So another pair of ear plugs I bought
  School won't let me wear them, saying I'll rot

So I decided to grow my hair long 
  Hide my ear plugs under it all day long

But when I go home at night 
  And I cover up really tight
  And I pray because theres nothing else we can do
  Oh hear me Lord, don't let my mother find the ear plugs in my shoe

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A Cinderella Story

She cant express herself
they push her away
they lock her up inside her own mind
if you look throught the hole you will see
the depression shes in

Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me

You wanna take away everything
you just left her alone
tell me it aint so
tell me you wont leave her in there forever
tell me you will let her out to be free and happy

Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me

The new game you wanna play
it wont work
you beat her to the ground
her mind has become her home
theres no escape

She walks alone
her mind has become her home
see what your missing
she runs away but shes not allowed
now its your turn to be locked up

Shes just like cinderella
locked up and hid away
you have no idea
look throught the hole without the key
there is nothing left for her and me

there is nothing left
there is nothing left

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Neverending is 
the magenta veil... Angels
play hide-and-go-seek.

Details | Lyric | |

the yellow forest

the yellow forest 
is darkened by dusk
blue opulence 
shining through black branches
the crunch of the floor 
as beings pass
becomes louder 
at the sun's last cast 
vision narrows 
to creatures of the night
oh how they play 
with lack of sight
the cold wind 
shakes the leaves 
the yellow forest 
never sleeps

Details | Haiku | |

Joy in the Morning

morning dew scatters,
  as hummingbirds fan their wings....
      a breath of fresh air

friendly rivalry
  between humming birds and bees...
     flowers beg notice

Details | I do not know? | |

Just Down the Road

The boy I was so many years ago
Loved to visit his grandpa
Who lived in the best of places 
This city dweller could imagine so

Those Ozark Mountains were adventure to me
I the boy and trusted BB gun in tow
Did explore the river bottom and climb tall trees
To breath the mountain's cold air made this boy feel free

The explorer I became for rocks snakes and frogs
To romp after a bee just to see where it would go
Or play in grandpa’s barn while watching my step
Go fishing with grubs taken from under dead logs

The swimming hole was by a low water bridge
Just a quarter a mile at the bottom of the hill
The tall weeping willow which offered its branches
Served the hot summer days as the ideal plunging package

As I recall how that red Arkansan chert path flowed
How this boy’s grandest adventures for nature and beauty were made real
For to walk again the paths of ancient Indians
What grandness grandpa gave me when I traveled just down the road  

Details | Rhyme | |

Why did I have to grow

Why did I have to grow?

Just reminiscing about my life, 
Thinking back when as a child. 
Out walking with my family, 
Watching badgers in the wild. 

Picking berries for my mother, 
Hazelnuts from the trees. 
The sight of the lonesome butterfly, 
The sound of the bumble-bees. 

Seeing lizards basking in the sun, 
Sighting fox cubs down a hole. 
Gathering fists of lush green grass, 
Feeding a horse and foal. 

Running through fields of buttercups, 
Wading in the stream. 
Dad would take me fishing, 
"Was this just a childhood dream?" 

Oh no! I know what my eyes did see, 
Tracking footprints through the snow. 
Making dens and having fun, 
Why did I have to grow?

Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.

Details | Ballad | |


The boy scans the horizon looking into his soul
And the beauty of the waves as they roll

Sun sits just above the lowest cloud in the distance
Today there is no resistance

Breaking into a run for Neptune’s playground
The beat against his board a familiar sound

Smiling to himself for the freedom he knows here
A break he sees the next one is clear

A few strokes and he stands guiding his board
Through the enchanting spray and the roar

A dolphin joins him on the wave their fun evident
A blessing of conjoining spirits now spent

A swell surges from the kiss of the tempest wind
Enraging the boys inner sin

Take hold of the reins Neptune he shouts
Again he braces for the watery bouts

The beach clears of visitors he makes his stand
Today I am no longer boy, but man

The companion sees his courage and swims near
Drowning is his inner fear

The crest of his wave broke only to rise again
Awaking the instincts within

He swims in front of his beast and stands proud
Turning his waist smartly to ride it out

He slips under the ripcurl entering the tunnel
A roar inside hint at disgruntled

The water closes in to seal him in
A chance to break him his back to end

Not quick enough he thinks to himself
As he races back to the beach in health

Details | Narrative | |


...this is so intimate of time, as a first kiss of time close of soul, so near, so dear of heart beat, so precious a rhyme that flows so intimately,
deep of time, down by the Crystal Seas...
...this is so intimate of dreams,
dreaming reality,
as the Crystal Sea so reveals of destinies galore,
destined as the night light of the moon-glows of starry eyes,
upon the waters,
...seeing tranquility upon the waves...
watching to the depth of a dream,
and a sun-rise
being so true...
for underneath and within this a moon-lit poem of starry night eyes, down by the Crystal Seas, a vessel sets sail upon the deep...into a kiss of dawn...
Sea to shinning Sea.

Details | Rhyme | |


In a river marsh, where pondweeds and cattails grew in warm clime,
the fair girl found a tall, black egret  
with whom she could have a chat; 
and was it the same one that her parents rescued from the wild?

Among bulrushes taller than she actually was,
the anxious girl told that bird one of her wishes:
to hop on his back and fly as the happiest butterfly,
and find her mom whom she remembered singing a lullaby.

" Take me to my mom!"  she begged the wading bird.
" Nobody ever takes me there to visit her" she exclaimed.
" She may be miles away from here...way past the blue ocean!" 
He replied with little confidence, lacking a sense of emotion.

The fair girl kept on begging, until the black egret finally nodded.
" Thank you, kind let's fly and depart from this marshland!"
So the two of them ventured into a cloudy sky expecting no rainfall...
not until they had gotten there safely and heard that sweet mother's call..  

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Frozen in time,
captivated by this enormous being,
the size of a small car.

his every move.
The way he used his hands;
so child-like.
With all the consciousness of the world, 
and graceless coordination.

of the visitors,
as they briefly called out for his attention.
Only for a moment,
then they were gone.

in an orderly sham. 
He sat there,
in his dark cave.
As if he was waiting for the light to find him.

on a boulder, 
squatting, and primitive.
Drawing in the dirt with one hand. 
Swatting a fly with the other.

His nature,
as he rushed to consume his food.
The females hovered behind him,
watching intently, 
like me.
His movement mechanic.
His presence powerful.
He was the king of his domain.

his magnificence, I watched.
How smart was he?
Could he feel my presence? 
Engulfed in the very essence of all that was him, 
I watched. 

how he felt, I watched.
Did he think he was still in the womb of Mother Nature?
Or, did he know the iron bars which embrace him now?

it happened;
our eyes met.
He noticed my presence.
His gaze intimidated me, 
But I did not look away.
He approached me.
I felt his eyes inspecting my soul.
A chill ran down my back,
I turned behind me,
only to find no other presence there.
When I turned back, 
we were face to face.
Separated by the sham,
And a two inch piece of glass.
Just me and him,
the two of us,
and the females hovering behind him.

His old eyes spoke to me,
They said 
“I am like you. 
I love, I feel, I hurt.
I am, like you.”

I put my hand on the glass
and with all the 
consciousness of the world,
he did the same.
With tears in my eyes,
I smiled.

Then, he pooped in his other hand
and wiped it on the glass.
This was a sign of endearment.
I laughed out loud.
And I swear,
He smiled back.

Details | Couplet | |


I want to remember the feeling of throwing a rock
Watching it skip as I stand on the dock

Never worrying how far it will go
If it gets there fast or slow

In that moment time moved as a snail
Nothing in this world could fail

It flies crooked & bounces wrong
Didn’t even skip for long
         And that’s ok
Because before you could think to care
Every little boy had another flying through the air

Details | Rhyme | |

Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.

Details | Quatrain | |


Sitting by a moss-covered tree illuminated by sunlight at three,
he plays the very song that his anscestors played yesterday;
remembering what the peaceful and wild land was and will be...
by accepting the fact that his tomorrow is decided by destiny.

He can spend an entire afternoon playing a hand-made flute color chestnut,
as every breeze-lulled maple tree seem to vanish in the increasing, grey fog;
and if his music with shrilling, melodic notes is a devise to find his stranded dog,
he will have the best friend to guide him safely home through beams of twilight. 

Play, handsome warrior the melody you forefathers played on those efflorescent days
underneath the same oak tree to celebrate their free manhood;
and resembling them with long hair and piercing, dreaming eyes,
you don't expect that intruders from other lands would compromise your happiness.

Foxes, grizzly bears, coyotes and buffaloes hear your music and come around to peek:
they know that you wouldn't hurt them and they wonder who's the Great Spirit;
little they suspect that they will be hunted down by the new-comers from the East;
be their friend, warrior...promise them protection when they'll encounter the Beast. 

All that you behold today, may be gone tomorrow making you weep,
grasslands and prairies will tun into towns and cities to make way for greed;
and blood will flow abundantly on meadows where only wildflowers grew...
devastation everywhere with mother's screams by red rivers not so blue.

You must have had dreams of what was coming with a spectacle so gruesome,
take heart...your tomorrow is decided by destiny, pray that you won't be harmed;
continue playing your flute by remembering everything that you deeply loved,
and if you'll die fighting heartless men, I'll remember that look so lonesome.

Details | Haiku | |

Wonderland of Snow

Magical dreamland
Brittle whiteness of belief
Floating before eyes

Written for

Sponsor S K A T * 
Contest Name **SN*O*W** *HAIKU* 

Details | Diamante | |

Frowns to Smiles

wet, silent
falling, showing, telling
boys, girls, pillow, tissue
smiling, enjoying, rejoicing
happy, glad

Details | Haiku | |


I would like to see,
Snow, frozen  H2O this year.
It hardly does here.

Details | Couplet | |

A Steel Flower

Once I was naïve and innocent
And believed that everything was Heaven sent
I was like a flower – soft and gentle
Open to the slightest breeze’s pull
I grew in unbridled sunlight
Where everything was perfect and right

But then there came the long, hard frost
And in an instant life was lost
The will to live vanished so fast
And I became nothing but a steel cast
A cast of what I once was 
My wounds bandaged with metal – not gauze 
I became resistant to the breeze
Nothing seemed to put my soul at ease

But I chose life over death
And continued to take in deep breaths
While no longer so easily swayed
I haven’t lost all of my old ways
I’ve learned it’s not always wise to hide
And have come to embrace both sides
Of my life and who I hope I’ll become
Without forgetting where I’m from 

Details | Verse | |

The Eternal Fog

Reba, you are big now, much too big to enjoy the fog
Sitting in different shapes of everything we fear
When trust was only those we know. There is no log
Of wood, or time the stories that I did share 
Was my own way of inventing happiness for me as well
I was your griot and you my princess who
Heard a poet told his pain like beads where fingers swell
What matters except that we loved, we two
And did not know after our tale the fog would still stay
And the light would break in it and bleed pale
Anemic rainbows, without promise in the ponds decay.
We have better things to laugh about today
I only wish the fog did not enthrall so, strong is the feeble sway.

Details | Haiku | |

The Kites

On a summer’s day
Some boys are flying their kites
In the vast blue sky.

Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Climb A Tree

Let's climb a tree,
That maple we see.

It's nice and tall,
Oh, we won't fall.

I'll show you how,
We must start now.

We'll start down low -
And away we'll go.

Yes, soon we'll be,
Just you and me -

Sitting way up high,
Close to the sky.

We'll feel the breeze,
All through the leaves.

We'll look all around,
Far above the ground -

We'll feel so tall;
No longer feel small.

So awesome it'll be,
Just you and me.

Details | Rhyme | |

It'll Be Noon Soon

The sun is sprouting in the sky
Blue birds and sparrows floating high
Shooting like gadgets...far above control
Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

Sun is casted on the other side of the earth
Noon soothes the atmosphere...despite the night's awakening moment
Gouge the light and turn it to night
Because it holds on to the bright sight

Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

I reassure you...let it come true
It'll be noon sooner than you think
Think of the sunset falling in the misty, moody noon
Don't you act like a babbling baboon
Be still for a millisecond...soon your wish will come to pass
Glance out into wondrous appeals
Watch the light seal itself into gloomy noon

Dance dramatically on the dance floor
It'll turn noon's gloom to glamorous light
Dazzling inspiration sprinkles in a talent that could show off what it could magically do
Soon, that dandy light will come upon you

Shade the skies with ocean blue
Release the dark of noon
It'll creep in on us soon

Wish upon a sunlit sunset
It'll come to pass
Time won't scurry so fast

Drift in dwelling pleasures
Fulfilling your tugging endeavors

You were born at noon time
So, let it be noon soon

Details | Free verse | |

Enigmatic Lane

Enigmatic Lane

This enigmatic lane-
I’ve walked long.
And now I see
Only barren lands,
A mere setting sun,
And a vague horizon.

I turn to look back
Along this enigmatic lane.
And then I see
Those umpteen vicissitudes,
Those sudden meanders,
Those familiar turns,
Those abrupt detours.

Down this enigmatic lane,
There have been
Many a rich meadows,
Many a bleak wastelands,
Millions of pompous marches,
Millions of disconcerting dirges,
Several comforts of love,
Several cruelties of reclusion.

Along this enigmatic lane
I may no longer tread, for-
As I now halt, I ponder-
Perpetuation has always been
The ruse of fleeting phases,
And what worth has it been
To walk this enigmatic lane.

Details | Rhyme | |

Grandma's Picket Fence

Thirty feet of white picket fence, doesn't sound that exciting. But Oh, to see the blood red blooms, of a Rambler at one end entwining. In and out, it weaves its spell, all but hiding the aged white boards. The picket fence holds strong and true, a trellis to the Rose it affords. At the other end of the yard, where the fence meets a lamp pole, stands a lush Butterfly Bush. Leaning on the pickets as if it were old. A Lilac so full as to block the light, draping clusters of flowers like grapes. For months hiding the fence from our sight, beneath a butterfly enshrouded cape. Sunflowers stand tall and proud, a stone birdbath adds rustic flair. Against a backdrop of metered white, vibrant colors scent the air. The Pear tree adorns the picket fence, with dappled shade, then Autumn leaves. While birds alight atop worn points, eating the ripe sunflower seeds. Thirty feet of white picket fence, doesn't sound that exciting. Until you saw the one in Grandma's yard, a tranquil scene that was so inviting.

Details | Free verse | |

Frisky Dandy Lion

Let the air fill your vocal sounds
Be enlightened by a gospel, energized choir
You are the main event
Brazening with glamorous features 
How lucky could you be? 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Though your bones are fit enough to fight...
There's a possibility you could be a bending stem

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

Don't turn against me...refrain from being inappropriate in your tensing growl 
Thrilled by denied consequences 

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity
Meandering around, trying to find the faceless truth
I could sense your controlled hunger

Snatching me in alarm
Meaning no are a cooperative, cheerful charm
Don't give away this edification...
Except it and don't lose it at all
Burn down 
The resistible temptations
Slightly crawling their way 
Out of drilling fears

I don't mean to hunt down your gracefulness and your brazening pride 

I don't want to be sprawled in your clashing, fist-shaped paws
Snatching me with a hook and I'm the victim who is lifeless-- the fish

Could you recall your dandelion, carrion life dragging you to deeper trouble 
Don't hide yourself in desperation, you dandy, enlightening lion
Strengthening your courteous and courageous thrills
Filled with pride and contentment 

Don't lack humbleness, I see your avarice, heartless auras 
Be the thriving, main event 
Create a courageous scene just for curiosity

Keep yourself stable 
Reflect your will on a clear, glass table
Meander your troublesome ways
Be a cooperative soul to your endeavors
Full of heartening compliments

Bring this ticket to heaven's heights 
Uplifting to your scorching, motionless fate
Running off like a withering dandelion without pedals
Still staying cooperative with the rhythm of the wind 
You are still considered 
My dandy lion sent from heaven's heights

Pluck the dandelions and weeds in the Garden of Eden
So you can seek growth and maturity

I seek not to hunt you down...heartless of your beauty 
Your hoarse growling is replaced by a heartening melody
Appeasing to your malcontent hunger

I hope you could reach your paws to heaven's heights
Where safety is freely given
To a hungry, pleasurable kitten

Details | Rhyme | |

DUCK EGGS child's view


A duck has eggs under the house
I saw them when I chased a mouse
Crawling in a space so small
On my belly dirt and all
Ten fat eggs all snuggled up

Details | Free verse | |

A girl and her bubbles

A stream of bubbles,
Gently grazed my face,
As I lagged behind.

Admiring the colorful trail,
Seeing her reflection in each floating sphere,
Her laughter was captured in every burst,

One in particularly caught my eye
She jumped for joy on its gigantic size
A little girl’s accomplishment on this summer day
Helped me once again to appreciate the small things
In a world filled with thunderous commotion
Her simplicity quieted my spirit.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 9/10/11
Contest: Bubbles

Details | Free verse | |

Anemones and shells my childhood

As I recall my past, it was a sea kissed life
summers spent roaming the Rabbit Burrows
cradled by dunes, beyond Tramore strand
towels stretched out on Woodstown beach
soft powdered sand, surrounded by forest
adventures in the Saleens, daring quicksand
of swimming with dad, high jumping waves
falling, laughing in great gulps of salt water
free and fearless, in our bare bronzed years

It was a sea salted life of wave-washed castles
of tide pools, alive with translucent shrimps
carmine anemones sucked tight to the rocks
periwinkles, hermit crabs, a world of shells
baby pink crabs moving sideways over stone
textured algae, salted, crisping in the heat
our faces stinging with sand and hot sunshine
we spent hours with nets, exploring the pools

After months and years of living near the sea
the landscape became an essential part of me.
I saw fuchsia ballerinas pirouette the breeze
sea pinks, grassy rosettes swaying on cliff tops
rocket, tiny lilac petals with succulent leaves
valerian, a candy floss pink, sweetly scented
We picked them and pressed them into books

I recall my child’s life with a skipping heart
when summers seemed to shine eternal
The rock pools taught us to treasure nature
togetherness bred a strong sense of self
a respect for the sea, the taste of freedom
when I open a book, I often find a flower
and shells -  this child is forever combing

Details | Haiku | |

The caterpillars

The caterpillars
Built their cocoons in our school
To become butterflies! 

Details | Narrative | |


For hours
her whole world was 
hunting for rocks at the
banks of the shallow
narrow river that runs 
through the canyon behind
the house.

On her knees,
wrist deep in the
icy current, she
sifts through piles of 
polished stones, 
searching for the 
perfect little pebble.

She slips the pebble 
safely in that pointed place
in the pocket of her jeans.

Down the path, 
she's conscious of the
precious cargo, 
digging her hand down
now and then.

At home,
she reaches in
with her fingers, to
pluck the pebble
from her pocket
and she places it
on a shelf
with the others.

That evening,
stretched under the covers,
tucked and tight, and drifting,
she dreams of 
skipping stones.

Details | Free verse | |

Images of Cotton Plantations

How beautiful are the creations,
that are beyond all explanations.
What lies forever of foundations,
the very majestic plantations.

Voices of opera soaring high in the wind.
The harp and piano linger at the end.
The southern climate in the spring will bring,
field hands ready for cotton picking.

Blooming white cotton fields in the sun that glimmer,
near the muddy Mississippi River.
Cotton wagons loaded with cotton bolls. 
Down the Mississippi the river boat rolls.

Gardens of flowers, red roses, and jasmine.
White doves gathering near the fountain.
The muddy river for irrigation,
horse drawn carriages for transportation,
are might fine images of great plantations.

A morning cloud of fog covers the lawn.
Planters in straw hats awake before dawn.
French doors open to the morning breeze.
Echoes of children and what they see,
hummingbirds, honeysuckle, and honeybees.

The very grand columns that hold the balcony high,
overlook the plantation for miles wide.
Golden curled ladies gather the veranda sitting in rosewood chairs,
for coffee, beignets, and jasmine sweet air.

From the grand house high on the hill,
a heron next to the spinning windmill.
A romantic oil painting is on display,
of a bride and groom on their wedding day.

In the background is the huge oak tree,
the frame made of mahogany.
Picnics under huge oaks streaming with moss,
images of plantations will never be lost.

The stairway leads to very grand rooms.
French windows open to the light of the moon.
The river reflects the history,
of cotton plantations along the Mississippi.
The people hold on to this grand memory.

Details | ABC | |

Snow Day

As billowing clouds drape endlessly, flurries gently hover indelibly;
jovial kids leave mom's nest, outside playing, quickly racing snowfall,
tumbling under vigilant watch, eXperiencing youth zealously.

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 10, 2012
for Snow ABC Contest (Yasmin Khan)
Fourth Place

Details | Free verse | |

Kyle the Child Vagrant

Eldest oak in the grove, let me scramble through your earthly bindings
Allow me to traverse your knotted limbs, until the top is conquered 
No other place is greater than here, so warm amongst these scraggly boughs 
I wish only that my roots were as critical as yours, that I had somewhere to belong.

Details | Free verse | |


Its effects run in you
Always through you
And when you’re not careful,
It can go all the way down
If you clench it hard enough
It almost squeezes back
Ripping at your everything.

In the moment it wrenches you
And you play dead for a while
Until you’re back to reality
And it releases your smile.
It’s not as bad as you thought
You’re not as bad as you thought.
Squeeze yourself,
Releasing all that needs to be said and done
Tempt yourself
For you’re not the only one.

Inside it feels like heaven
And you’re tempted to look inside
If you do, you’ll have to rip at it
Is the cost worth the price for knowledge?
It’s opened…
You see everything
But like a child, the gift of sight is blinding
You’re scared of this new beauty
You can’t understand 
There’s an adjustment with time
And you feel alive.
If you accept it’s will
The rest will come full circle,
Don’t lose your battle
For the worst thing that comes 
Is happiness, beyond good judgment…

Details | Free verse | |

Truth Begins at the Corner

Remember to always make sure to bless the days that you are given, because they are few, and beauty only lasts so long! 
Hold tight my fair wonderer, your day will come. I will be with you again.
The lost soul of your childhood still roams the crevices of your forgotten past. 
The unrestrained faith in the wonders of the woods, the vastness of the cosmos, and the darkness of the night still lingers beneath the rough waters of maturity and age. 
Come with me again my friend and lose yourself in the joy of the unknown, the unplanned, and the chaos of a life on fire! I can take you there, if only you let go! 
Be with me, take part of me with you, and feel the self that we are. Perfect in spoiled admiration of instincts lost since the time I awoke without you.
The id consumes you with a savage passion, while the ego ever so gently licks the tears from your wounded breast. 
My mind strives to unbutton the layers of worldly impurities until I reach your core. Pure as the first light we accepted into our virginal eyes. 
Wrapped in body and blindness, our forms ached as we accepted this gift. As we unfolded into light, a passionate awakening of nature stirs the breath and frightens the senses, the initiation of spirit begins. 
I long to stay. The only I there is in this ephemeral abyss. I loathe all blessings bestowed upon my eye, but the light penetrates with ruthless contempt for all we have created, harshly illuminating the disparities of night and day, nature and nurture, love and death, you and I. 
I curse the light, and in desperation implore for the beginning to come to an end. For now I see you, and now I know… never were.  

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Cinnamon Sugar Sand..

The sun glitters on  the seas smooth surface viewed high  from a hilltop 
Light blue and  pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently  on  the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by effervescent lemonade froth
Purple fairy  floss sponges  entwine with different size orange cone shells 
With outgoing waves Bubbles stream from the crab holes like champagne 
A symphony of ocean sounds  rumbling thunderlike  echoing hissing foam
crashing waves to the splishing , splashing, fizzing sounds of dissipating 
 froth incoming and outgoing the translucent blue sea like a fresh soda.
On the pier  the tangerine sunset reflects on the deep green glassy water...
Sea breezes blowing a cooling wind Bristling breeze  Murmmering ocean 
The cliffy hillsides carve a steep stairway to yet another hidden beach..
Like jewels dotted on the sand , these beautiful sea-rocks and shells
sit,   it seems untouched ,  lay softly embedded in the damp sand.
This  beach also yeilds  thick, green seaweed  and fossilised sponges .
Every beach has its own special seaweed , unique shells and rock shapes.
From the roadway  the dusk descends a cat  on  the beachside curb
As the light fades two more cats quietly  emerge from the shadows..
Quickly slinking out from the hollows, nooks and crannies more cats appear..
In the space of a few minutes the beach road is teeming with felines
Out of the darkness a car approaches to join this mysterious meeting.
A woman steps out of the car with parcels and the cats crowd around her..

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The Sun's Rays

The sun’s devouring rays
Reveals an astounding sensation against the marvelous universe
It caresses the earth with warm hugs and gives life to the motionless gaze
Its auras are above nature’s designating exteriors
Its swaying beauty is beyond Earth’s inhabitants, deserving my praise

It treasures the sky with joyousness and forms swarms of jeering birds
The sighs of the wind attracts clamoring herds

The sun’s appalling flames
Unshackles a zealous tune that reveals the Earth’s accord
It embraces the atmosphere with remarkable claims
Unraveling my curiosity; my ears are pleading to hear more, so I go forward!

It prizes the ocean with eagerness and forms swarms of screeching seagulls 
The strength of the waves draws in scorching souls 

The sun's unattainable rays 
Motivate life to trail on till its duty is done
Its auras seep through the whirling sky and strays
Embracing ambitious love like a father and son  

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Moonlight Daisy

Moonlight shines in bright
and I pick a rose,
a daisy,
and give it to my mother
All the time
when I do
it makes her smile~
All the time
when I want her love
In the night.

Ava, today.

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The flock of white geese

A flock of white geese
Chased us when we were children
On broad daylight!

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Winter Woes

In the house
Nothing to do
It's cold outside.
Skies are not blue.

Where is the sun?
Where are my friends?
Haven't seen either
Since I don't know when.

I sure hate Winter
So cold and so dreary.
Don't have to do nothin'
To feel just plain weary.

Wait just a minute.
What's that I hear?
I'll look out the window
and see who is here.

My friends are outside,
they're playing in snow.
I love Winter now,
I really must go.

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The silky sands and the setting sun,
The gentle breeze, its caressing touch,
The frothing waves, crashing tirelessly on the shore
The gurgling waters, rushing and ebbing,
The air filled with its misty fragrance, 
The humming birds flying through the horizon,
The sky ablaze with vibrant hues of the dusk,
Some sea-shells and washed out starfish 
Sprinkled here and there....
Armed with colorful spades and buckets
Set-out two gleeful faces and two pairs of twinkling eyes
Its Sunday, its funday and its a frolic day!
Out at the sea shore, with indulging mom-dad
Bare feet and tiny little hands, happily building royal castles in sand!!

Yesha Shah
8th May 2012

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Magic Willow

There once was a boy and a magic willow tree 
For in this tree the boy was all that he could be

The tree was old and strong
And together is where they belong

The branches hung low but the tree stood high
And together the boy believed they could fly

Adventures would arise
Many bad guys found there demise

The tree was a space ship ready for flight
To take the boy far out of sight

The tree was a fort
Or a big ship coming to port

The tree was a jungle gym
Letting the boy swing from limb to limb

When the boy ran out of imagination 
This was not cause for hesitation

He still had yet to reach the top
Maybe a little afraid of the drop

But with this tree nothing was impossible 
No adventure was ever stoppable

The higher the boy climbed 
The more the world shined

As the top grew near
Far was he from fear

Together they saved the day
And all along it was just play

There came a time when the tree had to go
The boy was sad, but he did not know
That where this tree once stood, many more would grow

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Gwendalynn Honey

swirling mass of colors unknown
within it, life too small to comprehend
resting gently on her fingertip
whilst shining brightly in the sun

she exhales in joy
her breath tickles it so gently
her giggles ring through the air with an elegant echo
and she purses her lips, leaning forward
and kisses it

bursting apart
it splashes her fingertip
trickling down into the crevices of her tiny palm
this raindrop of beauty

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Little Refuge

Little girl goes down to the water.
Little girl climbs up the hill.
Little girl wanders in the woods.
Little girl collects little things.

Creatures and curiosities.

Puts them in her pockets.

Skipping and running and playing at hunting.

Now and then she stops, and rests.

Her every heartbeat,
her every breath,
conspires with the fragrant moist air,
the rocks and the trees,
to forget her home.

There she waits before the sunset.

She waits as long as she can.

Oh, how precious is this place.

Her refuge.

To the sea and the hills. . .
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

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"The Snakes"

The Snakes are moving to Washington,
where they'll buy real estate and visit
the Smithsonian,
They'll set up a residence next to the President,
trying very hard to be his best friend,
Mrs. Snake will befriend the children and the First Lady,
but their motives will be quite shady,

The Snakes are getting ready to make their move,
with their spyware and smoothe grooves,
part of their plan is to win over Capitol Hill
so they can make their "Big Kill",

The Snakes are coming!
slithering slowly,
when their cover gets exposed,
things are going to get ugly!

They will sneak in the nooks and crannies,
They may even try to upset Granny,
but they are coming in disguise,
while their daggers are traveling behind in the skies.

Details | I do not know? | |

The birds that never spread their wings

Sweet little girls, frowning around the world. 
Their life isn't perfect, but they don't even try to smile.
They say they see flowers roaming in the air when they close their eyes.
They dream about meadows and bright blue rivers, made out of unicorn tears. 
If they look into the water, they'll see the stars, blinking their eyes at the world before them. 
But when the girls open their eyes, all they see is a dark sky.
Lights on the streets, on the moon, and in their eyes. 
They are just day-dreams of grey clouds, hung in the sky like butterflies' wings. 
They can't fly away, they can't spread their wings.
They are wind-up snow globes, they are ballerina's twirling and twirling and never stopping.
Grab onto their hands, and don't let them fall, 
because these birds can't fly,
they can't spread their wings.

Details | I do not know? | |

the american boardwalk

Ice cream and pizza
sure wanted to meet ya
at the american boardwalk
where the sand's beneath ya 
a breeze and the clouds 
the sun is still out 
the tide is just about to meet me
jump in and float with seaweed
and then, 
cheap beer and a hot dog 
later on, buy some fudge 
work on the tan, 
do a little dance 
while walking down the boardwalk
with only a tank top and some flip flops. 
walking down the boardwalk 
the most american one of all.

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my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me

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These gentle clouds move without hesitation over the glow of my understanding. Watching 
without eyes listening without ears they dance to the song of the humble breeze. Elegant 
birds of white follow underneath the night skys there feathers reflect the natural light 
painting a masterpiece with there luminous wings. As I lay here forgeting time I watch this 
beauty and learn to appreciate but never do I desacrate my friend's true work of art. Sweet 
dreams dreamer....

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The Opening of Young Minds

A novel or short story is always more formal
But, here now’s a poem of the paranormal
There are a few theories beyond understanding
Well, as so many say, “Seeing is believing!”

A night as a youngster with friends all around
Telekinesis revealed, for skeptics abound
Doubts set aside, proof right before eyes
No wires, no mirrors; a gift in disguise?

A life-changing event, so simple in stature
Reveals hidden truths around us in nature
Skeptics and doubters would still seek and search
They would pick up the vase and peer at its perch!

In the end there’s only one thing they could think
It’s funny how knowledge can bring one to the brink
Magic is real reckons the newly opened mind
Stringent rules of physics will no longer bind!

It seemed such a wonder there in the night
A mind reeled and a soul gave up the fight
Concepted world to never again be the same
Take it as it comes voted the name of the game!

Do you believe in this story? Not that it matters,
For truth sometimes comes to us on silver platters
How hard must it hit you before you realize
Some mysteries are real, but hidden from our eyes.

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Soft-feathered Phoenix burns into ashes
And then rise again like the morning sun,
The lightening of reborn soul flushes.
Truly, the Child is Father of the Man.

Small buds gleam in the rays, drench in water,
And then grows into flowers with the plan
Of unseen hands of scheming Creator.
Truly, the Child is Father of the Man.

Seeds of the dead trees fall, submerge on earth
Wood-cutters loads those tree away in Caravan
But new lives spring from that soil with rebirth.
Truly, the Child is Father of the Man.

Child becomes Father, it's law of Nature,
Small water-particles do form the Sea.
The Children are our past and our future.
In Them, we can see what we were, could be.

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Do The Rumba

down by the sea shore -
silhouette conjoinment dance -
under cloud's cluster

Details | Ode | |

An Old Tree

An old tree stands alone,waiting for no one,
but the bright warm sun.
His branches reach far and wide,
as if to hug you and touch the sky.
He stands tall and firm each day,
to shade all from the brightest sun ray.
Greeting all who come to see him,
for he is your friend and  will do you no harm.
Give him respect when you come by,
for you never know when he'll say good bye.
For many years he has been alone,
he made this land his only home.
do no harm to this tree so old,
winter is coming ,his leaves grow cold.
He can be frail in ice and in snow,
treat him right and he will know.
A cracking branch,it may snap,
watch out for it may trap.
He's lived a long life and has loved all,
old tree will we see you next fall?
If we do not we will not forget,
what a friend you have been,
frombegining to end.
A friend who's been faithful,
a friend who's been true.
for there is no other tree,
who looks like you do.
Trere is only one,and only one you will be,
for each tree is different,
like no other you see.
so I thank you for the times we had,
for your gentleness and rugged way's,
for all the climbs and all the day's.
For growing up with me through the years,
to say good bye,
brings sad tears.
So to you my friend,
I will let you know you will not be forgotten.
You my dear friend will live on you see,
through your children,
yours, and mine to be.
I will watch your children with mine grow.
This is not the end,but a new start,
I carry your friendship,
alway's to heart.

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Still Connected

From planted seeds, trees have grown.
My hope, regards this scene, is to remind you of home.

Rooted and grounded have the trees come to be.
From different forests, though, are both you and me.

Yet, like one tree that grows and bares many branches:
Rather northward, to the south, eastward, or to the west;

And no matter where fruits from a tree are selected.
I want you to know we're still connected.

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Beyond the nettles,

there is a pond where the water lillies grow
and children weep for their youth,
the silent forces that make the moth
to pebbled thought entombed
in the shifting light of its bed,
and Nowhere is a feeling.

Remember the morning of the bird,
the obscured pane,
where nature died at once, and slowly
even kisses were sharp and revealed
some secret like a moth-wing in a book.

It is here you recall the thing everyone knows,
or pretends to know.

Details | I do not know? | |


When I was one
I stared at the sun
And although I lost my seeing
It felt like fun

When I was three
I drank chlorine
And although I lost my tasting
It felt serene

When I was five
I took a dive
And although I lost my smelling
It felt alive

When I was seven
I played a violin
And although I lost my hearing
It felt like heaven

When I was nine
I took a line
And although I lost my feeling

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When The Fall Fell Down..

do you remember 

when we were so young 
when the fall fell down 
and the spring had sprung 
when the winter came 
and made us so cold 
when the summer flame 
found us playing and saying 
I hope we never grow old..

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Dust Devils

Round and round they go,
Hands criss-crossed in the middle
Of school yard whirl winds.

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The lush hill towered over the quite town mostly built with big rock;
it had three tall church towers
with different distinguished styles: Gothic, Renaissance, and Baroque...
wondrous was every sunrise!

Oh, their loud bronze bells could be heard ringing
through the vast, sun-washed and peaceful valley
sorrounded by mountains that reached a sky so dazzling...
then the clock-tower stroke each hour so precisely!

The summer's aroma was kind of strong and irritated the eyes,
and it almost got me drunken as aged wine does;
and I ran to the lush hill thinking of finding a treasure
in a cave that the invading Normans might have hidden in there!

But to my surprise, only frescos of martyrs were discovered;
all the while, that treasure was in front of me:
Nature opening up with its magnificent beauty!
It took observation and reflection for the rare gifts it rendered.

Whenever I ran to the lush hill, either morning or afternoon,
I was astonished by the humble faces of saints showing no demise 
for their persecution and carnage by beast such as ferocious lions... 
as those pious faces looked to Christ for comfort in their doom!

Their image made me much stronger and believer in the Shepherd
whose sheep never was lost among grunting wolves waiting aside; 
and every mystery revealed, it grew to teach me not to be afraid...
when profound silence arrived bringing delights to an innocent child. 

Oh, lush hill...keep my image of young boy intact even after I die;
let it come alive when sheer curiousity arises and tantalizes...
to make me climb that lush hill again for the heart to fantasize,
and 'though my health may not be as vibrant as then, I must try!

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The Grey Man of Pawleys Island

The night was grey and overcast,
full moon, though, lit the dusty path,
a screened in porch was where we slept,
the beach house for two weeks we kept.

We were just kids then, twelve and nine
and both asleep and sleeping fine,
then something eerie woke us each
and froze our breath, prevented speech.

In foggy moonlight on that road
the Grey Man of Pawleys Island strode.
We watched in awe as the old man neared
then took a right and disappeared.

My brother and I, we never spoke
of the ghost we saw who moved like smoke.
Somehow we slept, the morning came
with thunder, lightning, torrential rain.

The whole front yard was flooded out;
in the yard swam crabs and trout.
As kids we thought it all great fun,
the adults were grim and silent, stunned.

The storm was fierce that summer morn,
after all, the Grey Man had come to warn.

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Rubber Duckies

The heat is sweltering,
causing beads of sweat,
Somehow, the little children
don't fret,
Their rubber duckies go everywhere
with them, swimming in their perspiration
like a long lost friend,
There is no need to wait for bathtime for
duckies to make their debut,
They've become eco-friendly,
recycling human dew.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Favourite Spot

One Autumn day
Late on in October,
I took a lengthly walk.
Along the path into the woods,
Among the many leaves.

The wind blew in around the trees,
As I wound my way beyond.
I kept a watch amid the branches, 
For what I knew lay there.
My favourite spot among the leaves:
Beneath the old oak tree.

It stands alone,
In utmost beauty,
Reaching far above the rest.
Nobody dares to cut it down,
Or disturb it's glory.
For it alone has been there
Since the woods began.
It's thick trunk's superiour to all the rest
And it's branches entwine the sky:
Just like ivy grips the wall
And clings onto the brick.

Why I love it you can tell,
It fills my heart with warmth
For this tree was planted long ago,
By my great great great great gran.

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Nurture This Child Heavenly Father

A nurturing cradle of light
a new born's first love, first insight
a lesson instilled to always fight for what is right
thy loving hand of god take this child out beyond the heights

A mystery unknown, as new eyes search profound
each word, each whisper, a curious sound
a tiny spirit intrigued, so free and unbound
a sense, a need, a purpose is found

Oh' cradle of light
protect this child through the realm of each night
provide wisdom, knowledge and loving insight 
hollow hands of thee, a precious spirit invite

Details | I do not know? | |

New eyes

   Sunrise begins. Sifting through the tall grasses, warming the earth all around and chasing off the delicate tendrils of midnights mist. Tucked away in their warm beds, small children and babes sleep blissfully, unaware of the rising sun and the waking world around them. 
  The sun spills over the horizon, exposing shadows and fighting the chill in the air. Ladybugs and dragonflies emerge from the leaves, drinking the morning dew and gracing the skies with their beauty. The little ones eyes start to flutter, slowly joining the real world; leaving a hazy dreamland behind. 
   The sun climbs above the trees, bringing forth energy; causing their saucer-like eyes to blink sleepily. Little stocking covered feet hit the floor, padding to the window pane, and small, soft hands press against the glass. The world takes a breath and begins another day.

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       Restless river winds.
       winnowing valley farmland.

       In Father's garden chickens squawk, squabble.
       Silver sunlight dances.

       Hens spurn gardens bounty,
       for girl in dusty pants,
       rattling evenings grain bowl.
       Prancing single file behind
       fowl feet indent narrow path.

       Wind rustles treetops.


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I walk towards the woods
                       green and deep
Once inside I find it hard to sleep
What an illusion the woods do give
of being green and being neat
Since deep inside animals sleep
                        waiting till night
that's when they eat
I lie and I watch
              see shadows in the dark
My mind becomes fuzzy
              my body scared
I see a large -- large bear
              standing in the night
He approaches my tent
               from the right
grips my shoulder
               rolls me over
my eyes blur with fright
the bear growls
                It's just me son
       it's daddy

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Chores late 70's

Says the child to herself
put the toys upon the shelf
thus when mother comes to see
she will give her praise to me
Get up , get dressed and comb my hair
she'll be sure to look and stare
and as she does stand agape
I'll proceed to clean my nape
with socks and shoes upon my feet
she will surely know I'm neat
Sweep my room and make the bed
I'll have her spinning in the head
flush the toilet , take a bath
it's positive to make her laugh
Clean my plate and wash the dishes
I suppose would fill her wishes
Wash the laundry fold it up
feed the cat and brush the pup
Play outside and wipe my feet
pick up garbage and change the sheet
and supposing I do thus
Do you think she'll stop her fuss
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Idyll of Daybreak Lake

Dreaming of idyllic forms
Puzzle pieces mold as one
Imaginary lines unrooted
Petty pebbles sink in twilight
Then suddenly I’m awake
Laying here at daybreak lake.

Early enough to see the dew
Abreast my cold feet wading
I watch ripples promptly cease
As new ones dawn the trip
A cycle our lives can relate
Halcyonic touch of daybreak lake.

Morning glory’s violets bloom
Across the rivers foothill edging 
Streams aroma guides my pining
To faded footprints of my youth
Where aspen branches quake
Sunny haze at daybreak lake.

Minds heavy winds thudding
Worldly pebbles wash ashore
Submerging pleasant dreams 
That wake ideals from slumber
While my heart's eye aches
Reflecting late at daybreak lake.

Details | I do not know? | |

A Winter Wonderland

The snow fluttered down
Like a bird in flight,
Bringing some light 
To the cold winter's night.
Snowmen stood lonely
No longer in prime,
Left to be destroyed
By the passing of time.
Children lay sleeping
Warm in their house,
No one stirred
Not even a mouse.
Adults were tranquil
And full of good will,
Watching the robins
On the windowsill.
As sunrise grew near
People started to wake,
Just as the breeze
Started sweeping the lake.
The sun rose up
In a distant glow,
Casting shadows on the
Quickly melting snow.
The snowmen were dripping
As they started to melt,
No longer did they look 
Like a proud Scottish celt.
The clouds were coloured
They had yellows, pinks and reds,
Drawing the sleepy children
Up and out of their beds.
The snow had gone
As quickly as it came,
Only the sun
Could have been to blame. 

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I looked out of the window
And what did I see?
A nest full of robins
In the old Cherry tree.

A little grey squirrel
Skimming the ground,
And a kite in the sky
Dancing around.

Boys and girls playing
Hide and go seek
With their mamma's and poppa's
In the lawn chair asleep.

                      Cile Beer

written 1993

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The Balcony

It's full of my childhood memories
And those adolescent years...
The Poinciana tree,
All my sorrows and all my fears.
It's the place to be
For long waiting hours,
Those winters with bare branches,
And springs of vermilion flowers...

Details | Haiku | |

Sunflower Delight

Racing with yellow
Flowers high above my head
I am delighted.

Details | Rhyme | |

River of Time

Lost within the intrinsic woods by myself 
No desires, avarice, nor any sort of wealth 
Just me and my dog observing together 
Oh, how I wish I could stop time forever, 
The shady spot i sit below the tall timbers  
Evokes memories, recollections, whispers, 
Stains of anguish and worries that lay below 
The river of time, will wash away as it will eternally flow, 
The stream, which, once believed to run wild 
Now seems a lion become tame and mild.

Details | Quatrain | |


He's of a bright yellow and auburn color,
and Autumn leaves match his feathers well;
what a gorgeous canary stands on my window-sill...
and I call him the friendliest, most talented warbler!

Next door, there are heartless and crazy boys who harm birds
by using slings and stones to bring them down,
and then watch them die by inflicting more pain;
that's so cruel, don't ever do it to another canary, rascals!

Kids, don't kill my bird...he's a useful animal
with the biggest heart in the Fauna's kingdom,
if he ever died, I would be confined to dreary boredom!
Let him live, so that I can continue living through the Fall!

He comes to visit me hardly flipping his wings so fragile,
and he surprises me sometimes, while I play at the piano so carried away
by the notes that himself sings for me in a triad chord so simple;
would you want to hear him sing that melody...are you listening to me?

Birds are put in cages, if they were wild animals like lions and tigers,
but they are the beautiful and gentle creatures of the Wild and they run from hunters,
not from bird-watchers...and you say,"They aren't intelligent or wise!"
Watch them in their habitat:  you'll learn to adore them, and love them for life!

Kids, don't kill my bird...he has caring parents like those in a loving family,
I rescued him from a forest's trap...his legs were caught and they bled;
I took him home and gave him first aid, and he miraculously survived!
Did God send this bird to test me how compassionate I would be?

Details | Free verse | |

Never Again

I walk along this path
I walked so long ago
I felt its hard wrath 
As I ran

Ran and Ran until I couldn't breath
I stumbled to my knees
How could they have done this 
Before I was in such bliss

They told me its a time to end
It was me they tried to bend
I Bent till I broke
I tried to swallow it all but Choked

I left my home town
To live in a new
I felt forever down
My feelings stretched and grew

I went back to when I ran 
I run as fast as I can
I run till I reach the lake
Everything hit me like a quake

I stopped and stared at the open water
All my emotions I wanted to slaughter
I nealed down and looked at my reflection
The land was my protection

I cried looking out
My whole life I began to doubt
Every promise was ever broken
All the words left unspoken

It flowed out of me like a river
It left me a simple shiver
I feel so alone 
I want to run home

Running home forever
And leaving never
Never again
Im leaving this pain

Details | Haiku | |

The red millipedes

When I was a kid
I touched the red millipedes
To make them look round!

Details | Rhyme | |

In The Garden

I wrote this for a story I was writing, and thought I'd post it here. It's meant to be a 
nursery rhyme.

In the garden, by the stream,
My baby lay upon the bough,
In the light of Summer's dream,
He sang unto the earth a vow,

"My heart," Quoth Child, "Is stronger still,
Than all the rocks, and trees, and land,
And though I doubt of your good will,
Alone against you I will stand."

And to those words the earth did part,
Another land there lay below
Young Child had not but will of heart
Directing him to downwards go.

Child once more was never seen
As many seasons come to fare
And claims say he was lost between
The court of Earth and court of Air.

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Queen Anne's Lace

I spent my childhood summers
In a rural mountain place,
And dotted through the meadows
Was a slew of Queen Anne’s lace.

They told me that it was a weed.
Its smell did not attract;
But bees would buzz around, so they had
Something that I lacked.

The name of Queen Anne’s lace rang true.
Its flowers’ lacy look
Resembled lots of lace you’d see
If you checked in a book.

I had no strong affection
For these countless swaying stems.
Of all the flowers in my youth,
These wouldn’t rank as gems.

Yet when I saw some recently,
One glance was all it took;
My pigtailed summers loomed
Like they were reeled in on a hook.

I don’t know much about Queen Anne,
Can’t conjure up her face;
But I’m transported when I see
A touch of Queen Anne’s lace.

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I remember...

I am standing on top of a cliff,
Its pure white rocks gleaming in the sun.
The sea is gently lashing against them,
I can hear the waves rolling in, one by one.

I am standing at one of the furthest points,
Like someone about to jump.
The soft green grass beneath my feet,
Not a cloud in the clear, clear sky.

The Isle of Wight in the distance,
The sun gleaming down its beams.
The sea is just tumbling on and on, seeming to never end,
It is so still and tranquil, a pin prick would make a ripple.

The air smells sweet and fresh,
As I take a deep breathe in.
The birds up above, calling each other,
Enjoying the warmth of the sun.

I too can feel the sun on my face,
The warm glow of my skin.
I look down underneath me,
And watch the waves tumbling in.

I let out a big sigh.
Forgetting my fear,
Of the height that I am standing at,
Because... summer, is finally here. 

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Granny's Blossoms

Beside the old house 
on the northern side,
where Granny's flowers
did abide,

Red roses flourished,
orange Poppies too,
and tall Holly Hocks
of crimson grew.

Dahlias, Iris,
Snap Dragons of blue,
plus beautiful Asters 
covered in dew.

Great hues of color
with greenery fine,
I'll always remember 
those blossoms divine.

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I'll Follow You Like Your Duckling

I'm like your duckling, dear 
I follow wherever you roam so have no fear
I'm your duckling, so don't disappear 
Be my dependable leader
I'll stick around and I'll abide by your side
Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)

I mimic like your duckling, beloved
I swim wherever you paddle so slip on my gear
Be my trustable coach 
I'll follow your routine and float by your side
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you wherever you flee
Just signal where we ought to be
I'll follow you wherever you take wing
Just push me back and forward like a swing
Lift me up and pull me down
And I'll follow you
Like your pesky duckling

Take wing, my darling angel 
I'll watch your Devine flight and wave a farewell 
Someday I'll dwell with you 
But I'll be your duckling and will always have you to turn to
Like a hero! (3) 
Wie ein Held! (2)

Like a shadow...(3)
Wie ein Schatten...(2)
Like a reflection...(3)
Wie ein Spiegelbild...(2)

I'll follow you like your ugly duckling

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Fishing Worms For My Father

I think I'll go dig up a bucket of worms for the day 
I'll go out back where me and the dog play 

After I am done, 
I will put the worms out of the sun 

And I'll talk to my dad 
To see if any fishing could be had 

For supper we can have fish on our plate

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Finally Summer

sitting on the steps
counting flashes of fireflies
we welcome summer 

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In the Playground Of Time

Wind bewildered,
Soft as rain, a summers day,
Children playing splash.

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My Son Paints His Arts

my son paints his arts
on our snow-capped ground, praising
the November sky

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Jacob(my bio)

Musician, artist. poet , student
Brother of Niko, Anna Lee, and Alex
Lover of heavy metal music, nature, death, and poetry
Who feels forgotten, pain, loss, love, and expressive
Who fears cancer, family death, and banning of poetry
Who would like to see the Amazon rain forest, the Galapagos and Tazmania
resident of Cumming Georgia

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Since a child barely eight,
I watched puffy snowflakes
with dreamy eyes, seeing myself so merry...
making a snowman taller than I;
his nose had to be brighter than a cherry,
and his blue eyes deeper than any sea...
then lying back, I rested in delight:
to admire my creation and sigh!

Snow on a quiet night of December,
every worry and fear I surrender...
to lose myself awaiting for deeper silence:
when a star will appear to announce 
to the hopeless world a birth of glorious joy...
will it be greeted by all as that shepherd boy?    

Everybody was asleep, the wood-burning  fireplace 
crackled as someone walking dredged a long path
with fast was daddy shivering as a cat,
holding in his frozen hands a box gleaming as glass;
I looked closer it had a red bow that brightly glowed...
and running I screamed, " Merry Christmas, dad! " 

Snow on a quite night of December,
make me dream of those wintry night already past...
when my soft face was sprinkled with snowflakes so thick,
and melting they tasted like the water of a river!
Snow on a quiet December night, take no rest...
keep on falling and creating a wonderland filled with mirth! 

Entered in Gail Angel Boyle's contest,
" Winter's Blanket "
Written by Andrew Crisci

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The Poets Dance

Paint pots and magic at the stroke of a brush, it’s the power of a picture for the lovers in lust. The splashing of water and addition of choice, it’s a musician’s beat, and the poets to rejoice. Hungary caterpillars and the ladybugs dance, it’s nature’s festival and the Devil’s mischance. The warmth of summer’s night amongst a starry sky, it’s the sparkle of lanterns drifting up to Shanghai. The poets and the dreamers smear ink to the page, it’s lyrical fluidity entwining a white witch’s sage. The smells and the colours are a carnival of love, it’s the power of family, drawing joyous tears up above. Live in these moments and build memories to keep, it’s time for our picture before we lose it to sleep. So take my hand as we enter the tent to the light, it’s an entrance to happiness and it’s just to your right.

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An elevator ride deep down,
Farther than I have ever gone before.
Fear running through my veins.
I’m just waiting 
For the thin wire cable to snap.
Once it lands
On solid ground, I can breathe again,
If only for now.

Now deep down below the ground,
My young childish heart jumps
When I see all the natural beauty
That surrounds me.

This wondrous waterfall spraying
Cool refreshing mist upon my face
As I turns up looking through the space 
That separated me from the world up above.
Nothing can be more breath taking.

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Cats aren't little sweeties,
when they catch butterflies 
flying low on dogwood trees.

Mary and James chase 
after them stepping on flowers,
and falling down in their haste.

Mother and dad come out,
and start to yell to call them back,
and they still run past the hut.

Dogs bark at frogs with an unsteady leap,
when they stare at their puppies
huddled in their deep sleep.   

Spring, summer and fall
are true delights in the North,
where the weather is never too dull.

Every afternoon, Jim and Derick
climb the fir thirty feet tall,
they stop halfway and vomit.

Dogs and cats quarrel and get wild,
kids gather around to support their team,
betting nickles on this harmless fight.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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Plum Nelly

Plum' out the city 
And ne'ly in the woods- trees...
Wildlife and dirt roads

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I love big Oak trees with strong trunks,
I watched them at night from my upper bunk,
Tall Elm trees with leaves so green-
It was comforting, at night, just to sit and dream.

I loved those trees that grew in our yard-
I would play in and around them until I grew tired-
Sometimes I would sit under one and let the wind blow-
It would tickle my neck and cool my hot toes.

I was just a kid then, no worries or cares-
Just being natural- sometimes taking a dare-
Or I'd go out in the pasture looking for bears,
But all I found were two old mares.

Those trees still stood as I grew up-
The Maple tree would seem to
 offer me a cup
Of her delicious, Maple syrup
To put in coffee or tea while we watched the Cougars
               on TV.

Now I am old, but the trees are still there,
Now I have to sit under them in a rocking chair-
No more climbing or running around,
I just listen to the wind making whistling sounds.

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Remember when

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

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

Kevin D. Fix

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The Treasure of the Night Sky

Nightfall drops gold coins along the horizon
Children laugh-
Gathering light with their pockets
Until the end.

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Castle Friends

Knights, horses, shields, swords
Battle rams, motes, bridges, horns-
Catapults tower

For Caleb and his Lego Wars

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They Said Goodbye

As they end their search
for fireflies with only 3 in the jar
I realize summer is nearing its end.
The signs are all around me.
How did I miss them creeping up? 

The tiger lilies that proudly 
lined the driveway, 
greeting each guest with a
brilliant show of color, 
are now nothing more than green
swords waving at the kids as they
ride their bikes past.
The once bright orange blooms
are lying on the ground
crisp and brown
waiting for the next good breeze 
to take them on their first (and last)   journey.

The neighbors tree is starting to
change into it's Autumn wardrobe already.
Its uppermost leaves shimmering in the sun
an almost exotice combination of
reds and oranges.
Its message reads as clear
as if it were a billboard: 
''SLOW DOWN- Summer ending soon! ''

I see even the kids are showing
signs of Falls quick approach.
They're losing that spring in their step 
and now are moving along at half-pace.
They seem to sense the upcoming school year
and I can see the dread in their eyes
as if they're losing their best friend
and there's nothing they can do about it.

With a look of hopelessness
I watch them open up their jar
to release the 3 fireflies.
But, unlike their usual releases
where they tip the jar upside-down
and shake the creatures out, 
this time they just removed the lid
and set the jar on the picnic table.

They sat there patiently
watching until the last firefly 
had found its way out.
It was as if they knew 
this would be the last time 
they caught them until next year 
and they needed time to say goodbye.

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When I was born,
birthed from my mother,
breathing for the first time the air
of Mother Earth, our mother,
there was another baby,
slipping through blood 
into the same world as me.

Now, that other baby, my sister –
she and I stand on the edge
of the ocean, at the sea’s beginning,
about to be borne from
the womb of adolescence
into womanhood, into life.

Mother Earth,
sending swells of foam 
to lure us in together:
you don’t trick me, no –
you molded me too smart
of a girl pebble.
But I will always
follow my sister
to the shore.

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Fidalgo Island

Fidalgo Island
'All grown-ups were once children...but only few of them remember it.' – Antoine de Saint-Exupéry in The Little Prince
When we were kids, we agreed that Guemes and Cypress looked like a boa digesting an elephant on some days, and on others when the fog would roll in, the Loch Ness. On the worn crumbled steps of the amphitheater, we gazed at the horizon dotted with islands, sails and orca fins and breathed in the air of moss-cedar damp and sea spray, as time disappeared into campfire smoke and whispering wind. But as the years rolled by we forgot about Fidalgo Bay. We traded fog horns and seagulls for honking cars and whining motor bikes, the salty breeze for an asphalt mirage that reminds us of the mirrored surface of calm seas, the shining waves around the boa and the elephant we left behind. Someday, when our backs are hunched and our legs need a cane, we’ll go back to a time of gray mists and steady rain.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Rainbow Climber

I love to climb up to the tippy-top of rainbows
pulling myself up on ruby red ribbons
and swinging on blue bonnet bows
It can be hard on me when the wild wind blows
A beautifully dangerous love affair, I suppose
Sometimes it can be a thorn
but most times it's a rose
This colorful little hobby that I chose
It always leaves me with sour yellow lips
fluorescent orange ears, and a neon green nose
from all of the slipping and sliding
and the running, hiding, and colliding
Where a rainbow ends nobody knows
As I close,
Let me just say
That the best part of my rainbow climbing day
is at sunset when all of the grey
has been washed away
and I reach the top 
and get ready to play
That's when I take a big breath
smile, and deny death
and I stop
and then I dance
on my tip-toes
and I spin around as my whole body glows
even my clothes
Then I'll slide down head first breathing in the highs
and breathing out the lows
I always make sure to slide head first into the mist
where I am colorfully kissed
and feel 5 years old
I bang my head
of blue, green, yellow, orange and red
on a giant pot of glittering gold
where all of my hopes and colorful dreams unfold

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Two male Cardinals in the running rose
Their beauty on surroundings impose
Thoughts that Spring will come someday
And bring with it life to all that play

Like little boys who climb trees
Tiny girls who swing with ease
So different are they but both love to play
All the day in the wonderful sun's ray

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Oyster days

Oyster days 
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?
Now it is a great city 
where her painted dwelling 
overlooks the marine-drive,
now resembles a pearls’ string 
with all those inviting lights.

She has friends for parties, chats, 
for cheers and for gossips; 
now that she has opened up. 
A small town is there 
in her deepest memories.
Can she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting?

Does she remember her days 
inside an oyster, cocooned
and alike a ‘thirst’, waiting;
when calamities come
like swift toed stranger wearing
a galling grin and knowing,
she has no protective shell
of zinc, iron, calcium?

The needle marks and habits 
are washed at the rehab.
Doctor prescribes this or that, 
for stress, for mind and for health.
She almost laughs at a pill. 
It is boasting to be made 
out of oyster elements.

All is coming back to her. 

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

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Among all flowers that spring
makes bloom on warm monings,
I choose the daisy for its daintiness
and bright color as the golden hair
of that fiirst love at the age of seventeen.

Irene was realistic, unlikely me:  a delusive dreamer;
we could have been great friends, or even soulmates!
I dreamt of children and their loud laughter,
of joyful days spent in that meadow of daisies...
showing our affection as we played together.

You should have seen me picking up those yellow daisies
and putting them in her long, blonde hair,
as sunrays highlighted it with much radiance;
that image truly harmonized with Nature
 in that meadow of daisies and it became almost sacred.

I went back there at the end of summer
to reminish that lovely face so lit-up by joy,
but thoughts of nostalgia incited some tears;
beautiful one, reappear in that meadow of daisies...
beautiful one, let my kisses be your ecstasy!      

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Little brook of childhood,
your water flowed and stayed always cold, 
I traveled far to reach that scented, steep hill
as winter ended with chill.

And listening to the babbling sound,
mist rose from the rocks and ground...
it seemed to make music without an instrument, 
in fact, I wrote my first hymn at that very moment.

Like those travelers who took the same road,
I found it exciting to walk and move forward...
to be amazed at the magnificence and realize
the divine hand that made Nature so very nice.

Little brook of childhood,
you were as precious as a friend's  word;
drooping willows seemed angels descending with wide wings,
offering shade to those who came to fill up their empty canteens.

Written by Andrew Crisci
on September 25, 2011
for Francine Robert's contest,
" Flowing Water "

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Snow Fun

Snow is piled high, slippery Ready for fun, get the sled The children line up to go On down the slick slope
Russell Sivey

Details | I do not know? | |

Amoung The Dunes

The sun was high up in the sky, 
On the last day of the spring.
The sea was up beyond the sand,
Right up against the wall.
When the tide does fall again,
We'll play amoung the dunes,
Right up and down and all around,
But till then we will wait.

Details | Ottava rima | |


Entering the fields of my childhood around two,
overjoyed by the vibrant flowers that gently lulled 
and dispersed their gentle aroma into the noon;
I passed under the old balconies with flower-pots painted
in russet as the leaves of late and quite Autumn,
which elated me with their sweet-smelling scent ,
to please my nostrils everywhere I went...
body and spirit in full harmony, never being alone!

Hummingbirds fluttering from tree to tree,
to announce their departure by the dawn's blaze,
still warbling and making me immensely glad;
I hummed that song to ease their misery,
they flew around and landed on my shoulders
to start the making of a lively symphony:
and with no instruments and vocals,
we created a musical masterpiece worthy of praise!

Entering the fields of my childhood,
leaping like frogs chased by cruel rascals,
my escape to freedom from noisy streets and voices
of mothers calling out to their mischievous children,
to hurry home before their dad imposed discipline;
jolly and care-free I explored that unknown world...   
solitude was the source of joy for a prodigious child,
no genius ever became great without the urge of the wild!  

Pondering over my advancing age, and recalling that child run
towards the lilies' fields made golden by the scorching sun,
I wish to become little and start running again,
until I run out of breath and take a brief rest; and should the storm
pelt on the rose-bushes, and their buds fell off,
I would pick them all with the swiftest care and hold them
in my wet palms, and ever preserve them in this memory...
to enter the fields of my childhood and vanish into their immensity!

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

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A Story to the World

I wrote a story to the world- 
afraid that they've not read... 
But it's about our dying sea,
filled all with crippled dread.

The silken curtain it outlays,
gets sick and turns to mire.
And this killer of our story
be a child of from our empire.

Details | Rhyme | |

Friendly Waves

The waves are my tugging friends Though they could play rough I let the sun whip across my face; this fascination—it all blends They could warm up my soul—enough! The sand on the beach will remain my foes Though they could have a hint of good in them I let the sand scrape across my arms and legs; this infection—tickling my toes They could be a pain to my skin—what’s their problem? The seagulls are my pets Though they could be pests I let the seagulls fly away into the sunlit sky; this rejection—I can’t change my bets! It could be a wonderful experience—burning their nests I thank the creator so much For providing me with all of these friendly waves and such

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Late one balmy June afternoon,

I perched on an outcropping of obsidian rock,

watching wide-eyed up the mountain

spewing molten lava into the sky. I was fourteen.

The base was fringed with a blanket of the green canopy,

 which abruptly ended halfway up,

where the the bare rock face stood out like a scar.

The towering volcano bore its wound proudly,

roaring its challenge, molten spittle flying from its mouth. I was fourteen.

What must it be like to have the power to create and destroy?

Closing my eyes, my feet left the outcropping of lava rock.

I joined the flow of lava,

reaching out and devouring the nearest organic material,

traveling farther, over the outcropping it had taken years to build,

hissing as I cooled, leaving my mark on the majestic landscape. I was fourteen.

My hands trembled as I raised my small blue camera,

trying to capture a snapshot of the incredible force of nature before my eyes.

A tumbling rock, slapped the mountain side.

The resounding crash vibrated through my feet.

A shiver, that had nothing to do with the sinking sun, wracked my frame.

If I had ever needed proof of God, I was witnessing Him at that moment.

There I stood, weeping with awe, fourteen.

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Silently they flitter here and there,
their intermittent beacons 
calling out a mate.
Chased gleefully by 
children in the dark.
Carefully placed in a mason jar.
Observed closely by young eyes
then gently released into the grass.

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Wonderers Of Deep Blue

Sea wonderers
Revealing their desire
Drifting my mind in a sure-fire

Details | Rhyme | |


If you took the blue sky
and turned it inside out
What color would it be?

You could say blue of course
But then where would you be?
In or out, out or in?

Maybe you thought green or yellow
Maybe even purple
Or could it be the colors of a rainbow

You may never really know
Unless it actually happened
But until then you can always imagine

Details | Tanka | |

Never the Moribund Monarch...

To capture beauty,
is to go to sleep with black,
red, and gold powder
from butterfly wings aloft
on your mind... not on your hands~

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No treatise

Jesus didn’t come to earth
With a great treatise
Instead He took a little child
And humbly sat him on his knees

‘Unless you become
Like such as these-
My kingdom you won’t see!

Those born of my spirit
Are to be like the breeze
They simply- just believe

Oh ye of little faith-
Consider the lilies of the field
How they grow- all beautiful
And radiantly dressed

They did not toil or spin-
Yet Solomon in all his glory
Was never so beautifully arrayed
And in his wisdom
He could only cry-

‘This is what I have found-
Fear God – and keep His commandments-
For this is the whole duty of man’
Jesus says- seek first God’s kingdom,
and his righteousness; Then all these things
shall be added unto you.

Mathew 6:29 to 34
© Brenda V Northeast 21 Jan. 2012

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Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.

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Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?

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Memories of childhood.

I weep hidden among the shadows of my stained glass window.
I long for the scent of magnolis when the wind blows.
Sunrise over plantations casting shadows,
under the old oak trees,
with dangling moss, as the winds toss,
the echoes of children's voices through the air.
Dream! Do you dare?
Screened in porches, wooden rocking chairs.
The scent of jasmine blowing through the air.
Sleep my weeping willow.
Moonlight beams through my stained glass window.
Louisiana, where it never snows,
barefoot children and old dirt roads.
Mississippi River paddle wheelers, swampland, cattails, and strawberry fields.
Listening to calls of whippoorwills.
The hot humid bayou of Louisiana, I wish for the days when I was a child.
Ladies and gentlemen, southern beauty smiles.
Swampland for miles.
Mardi Gras krewes made their way down St. Charles Avenue.
Crowds of people pushed to get view.
The smell of cigars, cigarettes, sweat, bourbon, and beer.
Tons of people spread Mardi Gras cheer.
Sounds of musicians on Bourbon Street.
Woodpeckers pecking a rhythm of beats.
Harmonicas echoing late in the night.
A place where at dusk mosquitoes bite.
Water moccassins lurk in summertime.
Backyard barbeque and strawberry wine.
Early risers over beignets, and walks along the river banks,
underneath the cypress tress, a cool perfumed wistera breeze.
And though I weep in the silence of my soul,
with memories of yesterday along the railroad.

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Spring Fever

I feel it
The tugging in my bones
Like a young child pulling at my shirt to get attention
That gentle urge to look their way
It whispers in my ears
Left shoulder it sits 
Then right
Left right left right
Never quite in view
Tickling like a strand of hair gone awry
It slides across my fingers 
Like an itch I can't scratch
The desire to move 
When I know I should be absolutely still
I hear it 
Like a ringing in my ears
Or a fly buzzing in my ear
The humming of the lights
It calls to me
Mumbling like the dry eyes commercial guy
It longs for me 
Like a drought stricken farmer prays for rain
It commands me to dance 
Flitting like a butterfly sailing in a windstorm
It burns
Like the fever of a sleepless infant
On and on it screams at me
I am coming
Like a wild cat at midnight
It reaches out to embrace me
Like little ones safe in their mothers arms
Restlessly I wait
For spring

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Secret Of A Mango Tree (Mixed Rhyme)

I use time not on shorelines, watching
The great yellow orb…..never rushing
To fade and rest…..before the laughing
Eyes of lovers, as noon wind touching
Them, beneath the coco palms, kissing

But I, like bird on a mango tree nestle
Clinging, childishly, on its sturdy branch
Before my eyes, I see how crickets whistle
With rhythmic tune, as tares foolishly dance

With the gadfly, that flatters free
As I spend the stolen time
Enjoying the nature’s rhyme
Till the tree bears fruits…..just for me

Its fruits, sweet and golden, the tree itself is
No match against the brutal force of nature
Once…twice, standing helpless, while bearded mantis
Forcefully stabbing-in its sting, that rapture    

The innocent soul, that still bleeds
In silence, the mango tree heeds
The wailing beats of its heart
Hapless, lying on the dead ground
While hungry beast started to pound
Feasted….till whole’s torn apart

Scared; it soars, aimless, over seas of thunder
With no hope, in mind, of gazing the wonder
Of the world, for spirits lies under yonder

Mango tree, a glorious image
Of little robin, now, in rage

No clue, if ever peace will live 
In the heart of those, once, deceived

What goodness will it give watching… 
The sun fades sure darkness it’ll bring?  
Certainly, no one knows, but me 

The secret of a mango tree

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Childhood's End




the snow

isn’t magic


Details | Quatrain | |

Fishing Fun

Our fishing trips arn't fruitful,
but they're always lots of fun.
We always have a story
about losing "the big one".

Most of the time we're casting
while dad says "Watch your pole!
To be a real good fisherman
you have to play the role!"

"You can't keep reeling in your bait.
Patience is the key.
If you just stare right at the tip...
You'll get will see."

"Stop making noise!", "Stop fidgeting!"
"Who drank up all my pop???"
"Don't hit her!" and "Don't look at him!"
"This fighting's got to stop!!"

Just when we reach the fishing hole
of course you need to pee!!
Next week we'll try it all again!
It'll be fun... REALLY... You'll see!

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Sand Dancing

A cloudless blue sky 
Stretches across the atmosphere
As she dances 
Over the white sand warmed by the smiling sun.
 She throws her hands in the air,
Then dashes across the beach
 Towards the sparkling diamond sea.

Details | I do not know? | |

Out to Play

Clouds enclose the sky
little children say good-bye
sad faces up rise

Details | Haiku | |

The Lizards

When I was a kid
I shook the tail of lizards
To make them tailless!

Details | I do not know? | |

Mutual Staring

There you are again,
When I look out of my window,
I see you staring back.
I see your glistening outline flowing through the night,
Shining through the day.
With you standing so near, yet feeling so far.
Being old, you just stand there.
What do you do?

I see you watching me, watching me.
I wonder what you think of others coming and going, running and playing.
Yet not saying a single word.
See, I do nothing but stand here,
My roots firmly stuck in the ground.

There are many of you I can see,
Yet you seem to be alone.
You stand on your own,
Within your green surrounding, your home,
Watching everyone else. 
You’re fighting to be part of everything – 
Yet your roots won’t allow you.
You are focused, with one aim in life.
Nothing else.

With all your curves I see them.
The leaves rustling around you, floating through each year.
Do you feel them going?
Changing through each season.
You want to go with them, but you can’t.
Yet your roots won’t allow you.

There you are again,
Staring out of that window.
Why do you do that?
What are you looking at?
You look straight at me, seeming like you are looking straight through me.
I don’t eat your food, drink your water, I don’t hurt you,
Yet you continue to look at me like that.
What are you seeing?

I see your whispering branches blowing in the wind,
Looking so fragile as if would break.
I see your mind wandering
As if wanting to move, but cant.
To lift your roots and go.
In your mind you seem so far away,
Yet so close in reality.

I see you more closely now,
Staring up at me.
With me staring back down at you.
You’re staring at me so closely,
With such a glazed expression.
Yet I can’t work out why.
Why, I dont do anything, just stand here?

You move back slowly,
Staring still.
What do you see?
Do you see me? Or just what I look like?
You’re talking to me now,
I don’t understand.
What are you saying?
There’s that look again.
That glazed expression.
Are you still looking at me?
You are.
Yet I can’t work out why...
For I am only a tree.

Details | Rhyme | |


Every living thing have a home
Dave said to his son, Jerome.

All creatures need a home, too,
Just like you and I do.

Ants are smaller than a pill,
Yet, some live in great big hills.

A hive is a home for the bees,
Way up high in those tall trees.

Spiders makes incredible webs,
Where it lives until it ebbs.

Mom's chickens live in a coop,
And sit upon their wooden stoop.

Our mule lives in the shed,
And sleeps on the hay for its bed.

In the forest mice live in holes,
Safe from their prey, I'm told.

And monkeys live up-high in trees,
Where they feels so safe and free.

Just like you and I, Jerome,
But a strong house is our home.

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The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.

Being brought here by destiny's hasteness,
I am unable to return to my adored land...
hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes;
even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. 

Springs have been short and winters last much longer, 
and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness;
the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher;
this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels.

Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons,
and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat...
the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night;
where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!

Details | I do not know? | |

Who Do I Blame?

Love the way you live
Explanation for why I hurt with so much pain
I cant explain
Who do I blame
Do I blame a mother that couldn't wake up some days
Who only seen her own pain
Do I blame a father who walked out as if shamed
Do I blame a God with a bigger picture that I yet could not conceive
What do I believe
Do I blame myself 
Did I do something wrong in a past life that is the cause for all this wrong
Is this the normal life of a poor little biracial girl
They say the eyes are the window to a person's soul
So what do they read when the windows are covered by rain
How can you see the world how its meant to be seen
When all you've ever seen was pain
How can I explain
How can I tell you that everything is fine
When I myself believe it to be other wise
Dont look to me for inspiration 
When I have no hope in the human race
I see war 
Not only in the world
But from within myself
How can I tell you to smile
When I myself have ran out
How can I tell you not to cry
When I cry myself to sleep at night
How can I say things will get better 
When I've seen worse
How can I convince you that life is worth living 
When everyone around me is dying
How can I tell you don't hate a rapist 
When I myself have been raped
How can I tell you to forgive a murderer 
When I've had a love murdered
How can I tell you to not judge a drug addict
When I myself have contributed to my own peoples happit
How can I honestly say to move on with you're life
When for years I've held on for dear life
How can I stand in front of God
And explain why I've lived the way I've lived
How can I not judge him
When he's set back and watched my suffering
Who do I blame
Me or Him?

Details | Free verse | |

Summer Day

Summer Day
Walking down the dusty country road 
Skipping rocks over the creek
Running through the pasture chasing cows
Taking a long dip in a cool lake on a hot summer day
Catching a horny toad to bring home to Mom
Whistling my way down the long dusty road
Free to do whatever I please along the way
What a great way to spend a summer day

Details | Haiku | |

'Just Play' (Haiku # 1)

      ‘ Just  Play ’   Haiku # 1

This Sky of Pale Gray
Cloudy-Mist and Silvery
Still… Children Will Play

Details | Free verse | |

Happy Living

What a beautiful day, what a beautiful smell of these beautiful trees, how nature is so marvelous at its gifts, it allows me to feel its beautiful textures, some soft or rough. What is the reason, or am i just lucky, all is free, I have no debt to nature, and it allows me all this, life, what to do for nature, live in it and care for its, beauty, yes. These plants are beautiful, such a beautiful color, pink, brown, green, such a color mixture only perfect for nature. What's this, a butterfly, if only I had its wings, to explore more of this beautiful place. Poor bunny got hunted by that beast, but nature is what it is, their is no reason to think of this beast bad right, i get hungry and I eat a cow, poor cow, but nature will bring more, I just hope those cows are not treated bad or do they hunt them like that beast did the rabbit, what a beautiful Lady bug hi there, it's so red, I wonder how they smell, I dare not make him feel worthless and hold him just so I can smell him. Fly lady bug. Yes daddy I'll be there! I'm not ready to the zoo!

Details | Rhyme | |


Oh the tempest of the dance
and with it's heartbeat move
within it's rhythm that perchance
that graceless not you prove
to soar within a cheerful tone
as motions weave to melody
does touch within the core of bone
and in abandoned harmony

Cast with flowing piroutte
and symmetry of step on floor
a caper to a minuette
and into dance emotions pour
like children playing in the field
and in song does hearbeat skip
to the feeling one must yield
laid to ballad on the lip

Dance is such a sensuous thing
to seek to feel in songs narration
like butterflies in meadow wing
being warmed by the sensation
as sinuous as a roebucks spring
to a blithful destination
and in its depths the heart must sing
to movement and it's facination

COPYRIGHT © 2010 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

Details | Free verse | |

Her Summer

To understand a tree
how it lives in the summer
fails in fall
dies in the winter
reborn in spring

An endless phoenix cycle
around and around
as seasons come and seasons go
summer the height of their year

This summer will last,
the five-year-old said
the leaves will not go brown
nor crackle underfoot

they will not fall from the branches
like wispy little martyrs
the glossy green growing
shivering, frail, weak.

This summer will be different,
the six-year-old proclaims
The summer will last
The grass would stay warm

the sunshine would be perfect
In between the pale pink blossoms
and nature's own fireworks
everything was green

And yet despite the dreams
summer would end
taking away the cartwheels in the warm grass
and the carefree laughter in the treetops

Autumn would come
with reds and golds
browns and orange
pulling down the green curtain of life

Then, too soon,
snow would come in a flurry
coating the trees and the dead gray ground
shining painfully in the sunlight

But each frozen branch would prevail
push through and grow blossoms
of pink and white
delicate as glass

So the cycle came and went
summer breezes
fall storms
winter snow
spring flowers

Now the six year old is old
too old to run in the green
hear the chirps of the evening crickets
laughter, clear as sliver bells

But she had something better now
a husband so perfect and true
With green eyes the color of leaves
and deep brown hair like fertile soil

And his laugh
reminded her of sunshine
bursting through a cloak of emeralds
finding the child beneath

He was like summer.

Her summer.

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Gone Spring-Summer Time (in dedication my mother Dora)

First, blush,
Of Spring-Summer Time
Flourishing meadows,
Sun glimmers, on morning dew
Clouds part to let the sunshine thru

Blossoms observe the sun
Move thru sky
Spring conveys fresh little puddles
Rendering it all clear

Birds drone
Their glories of the day
Gracefully, mighty oaks trees wave
Blue Jays perched, on a rose bush

A panoply of Pansies appear
Like window-boxes incessant as sunshine
Which blossom at her feet

As morning fades
In stoic silence
Butterflies, delicately, flutter,
Amid the flowers

On wet verdant grass, she tumbles
The fragrant air smells as clean
As newly cut grass

Beyond the majestic forest
Bouquet of roses, jasmine encase her
Sun glimmers,
Whilst, the temperature is still low
Flowers wave a genial hello

Meandering as a cloud
Her heart with pleasure fills
Like a river, that flows to sea
Adjacent a lake, less the trees

Childhood memories precede her
Taste, sound, smells, remembered
Continuous, as the sunshine, in meadow
Memories, of a gone Spring-Summer Time

Details | Ode | |

the leaves of fall

red, gold, yellow, green  
and a warm brown
the colors of the fall leaves 
laying upon the ground
one Saturday morning, 
I worked very hard
raking up all those leaves 
in my backyard
and once I finally got a big pile 
looking nice and neat
a devilish grin came over my face 
before I decided to leap
and with the jubilation 
of an innocent little child
I ran full speed and jumped onto 
that big leafy pile
laughing and thrashing about
I had me a ball
rolling around in my backyard
in the colorful leaves of fall

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The Ballad of the Winter Fallen

It was the cold and dark of winter
I was outside playing alone
My fingers were chilled like cinders
I ventured far from home

I turned around and it was white
I couldn't see at all
So I closed my eyes real tight
Then I began to fall...

I fell into a slumber
Awaken by bright lights
I heard the sound of water
I felt I slept all night

I saw a beautiful girl
With a voice as enchanting as gold
Her clothes white as pearl
She wasn't that old

I took her sweet soft hand
We walked to a grave
The grave's in white sand
My soul she couldn't save

Lights of green and blue
I was suddenly in a room
Kids in white dresses too!
Could it be my doom?

Taken to water so clear
I could hear my dad calling
His voice full of fear
The sound so loud appalling

I fell into the pond
Appeared in front of the door
This is the truth my bond
My dream existed before

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He sits through eons observing whirling
galaxies in spangled drops dangled from webs
rocked by wind, plucked like instruments
whose music only he can hear; webs walked
by furred arachnids, angle-legs, which move
from thread to thread as though on stilts.
Fascinated by a spectrum split from sunlight
by a bead of dew, he intercepts the colored
bands with extended fingers of one fat hand
and gurgles his delight, exhibiting a still
toothless smile. His brain a sponge to soak
up all knowledge the universe contains,
this salivating sum of simian evolution
pulls the silvery web he watches
from between the wall and faucet,
destroying in a moment
what centuries produced.

Details | Verse | |

The Green Sea Turtle

When you meet
a green sea turtle
be ready for  
the beans;
 so if
you get beaten, 
you will get eaten

Details | Free verse | |

Let Go

Let go
Ill crawl on my own. 

Let go
I’ll go down the slide.

Let go
I’ll make friends.

Let go
Ill ride my bike.

Let go
I’ll live my life.

Let go
I’ll do great, you’ll see.

Let go
Ill succeed and make you

Just Let Go!

Details | I do not know? | |

Pull Away

A women goes to work.
It’s a normal day.
I will this time get on time.
I will make sure my children come.
They won’t have to walk today.
It will be pulled wherever it goes.
There can’t be a noise.
Wake up but it will still be there.
I’d better hurry I’m getting late

Details | Rhyme | |

lost over the rainbow

little light,
finds the way,
to a spot,
on isle day,
where rain will melt,
the frozen beat,
of the heart,
laid at your feet,
calm and sweet,
the spirit sings
where the childrens,
laughter rings,
over the rainbow,
down the well,
to the land,
where alice fell.

Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Fields of Wild Indigo

blue fields of wild indigo
chirping red robins
bobbing house wrens
perched high 
sing a soft lullabye
as the black mother hen
fluffs her fresh nest of twigs 
to lay her speckled eggs
the first leg of lady spring is here
her sweetest scent is floating in the air
with the buzzing bumble bees
the white aura of this virgin beauty
flows like a river 
in a brisk breeze through our hair
not long before she disappears 
and the first tender sprouts of 
july rye will appear
come on
lets run through 
the blue fields of wild indigo
where the quarterhorses roam
we'll play with the 
frisky spotted fawn until sundown
while we're young and free
lets live like gods until dawn
sowing our oats in the sun's glory
until we need our coats of down
on a dead of winter morning

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Stepping Downwards

Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be? 
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird? 
It's plump and it has all shades of brown

I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me
The chirping has stopped this second
Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins 

I'm stepping downwards
Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place
Where I could feel the wind caress my face

In a meadow of cherished flowers
Making this my solitude 
To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude

I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff 
I seem to stand here all stiff
Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family 

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my demises

Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky
Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair 
Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair 

How could it bear such fruit or vegetable?
It grows firm and ripe 
Without a flaw...without a stripe
Though I feel that I'm too thin

I walk around, 
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness 

I must stop stepping downwards 
Into my deep charmed desire 
Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations 

I decide about a decade later
That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the 
stairway's handlebars 

Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground 
It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound 

About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it 
mixes altogether
We need to be brought up together 
As a family and visit my uncle and grandma

I need to make the decision to step upwards
Make an effort to say my last words:

"I love you all! We'll see you both next month!"

I start the cycle all over again in July 

This time,
I won't fail to do my missions 

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The Cold

   I stand alone from everyone.
In the dark morning shadow, cast down by a tree.
   It's long branches lingering above,
reaching out to touch me.
   I wait for a ride, with my hands down by my side.
The breeze comes, singing in the tree.
   Sweeping its way towards me.
Its cold.
   Yes very infuriatingly cold.
It crawls up my skin and sends...
   little prickles.
My flesh freezing to the slightest touch.
   Unable to move much.
I feel bitter, for I hate the cold.
   It makes me feel old.
For I am forced to remember, the old life I once lived.
   The things I had to give. 
The words left unsaid.
   The long ago snowy starry nights, full of porch and street lights.
Yes I remember very clearly, those dreadful long and lonely nights.
   I had my sister to keep me company, but no father.
For he would always be mad.
   Mad at me, mad at to whom or what I might turn out to be.
I hated him and with him, I hated the cold.
   The cold, that now sinks deep within my flesh and into my soal.

Dedicated to my Bastered father

Details | I do not know? | |

The Blue Dolphin

If you see 
a blue dolphin;
do not sue it...
Or you'll get the flu...
if you sue a 
blue dolphin
or you'll get the blues

Details | Free verse | |

To Sea

To Sea

I would like to think that
The big, white birds soaring
Over choppy waters
Or the way my camera captures
A straight, bold beam of light
Is a vision of sorts –
A gift from you,
To me.
This vision would say:
		I’m still around,
Right here –
I linger where our bodies first touched on
Warm summer ground”
I would like to think that
You are watching us,
Now –
The strips of bark have become
Sea worthy vessels;
The children, captains of 
They run amok, marvelously
On this jutting peninsula
Just as, once, you and I.
I would like to think that
We haven’t lost touch –
Not really;
You are merely seeking solace in
Strong, biting winds as they
Blow by the dockside;
That you are merely warming
Wings yet too weak to
I would like to believe that 
The caress of breath on my
Shoulder is you.
I turn.
You are gone.

Details | Rhyme | |

Leaves of Autumn

The amber sun peaks through the fog over the field.
Autumn breezes and whispers of wind will bring 
the fall of autumn leaves until,
there is a rainbow on the ground.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown.

Listen to the crunch of leaves beneath your feet,
and the little birds chirping sweetly in the tree.
The little boy plays with a mosquito hawk,
a string tied to it's tail.
A glimpse of a little girl collecting acorns in a pail.

Silently falling to the ground,
these leaves falling all around.
Orange, yellow, red, and brown.

The old man tips his straw hat and wipes the sweat from hid head.
He continues his journey through the bed,
of autumn leaves on the ground.
Orange, yellow, red, and  brown.
Silently sleeping all around.

Details | Free verse | |

Two Little Ducklings (written by a 9 year old girl)

Two little ducklings
Went on a journey
Because they were looking for their Mother
They went in the pond
Then they saw a Mommy duck
Then the Mommy duck punished 
The two little ducklings
Because they are not supposed to leave home

Details | Rhyme | |


Once upon a time,
I wished upon a star,
That very little star,
Went very, very far,
It went over all the mountains,
It went through all the seas,
It went across all the canyons,
It went through all the trees,
I guess you want to know what I wished for,
I wished it a wonderful life,
A life of adventure and risk,
I wished it prosperity and no strife.

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

To Walk and Whistle With Granddad

    at summer's end,  our carefree
       whistling, as we hiked to the bus 
          station,  was enough..

    for indeed, to whistle with my 
       granddad was to shorten the
          long hike by half..

    and to walk with him through
       gravel and rock was to hear
          the dirt road laugh !


Details | Rhyme | |


Childhood the short arm with a long reach

I’ve for centuries watched the sun sigh
And put his blazing tools down up there
But Childhood would still be somewhere nigh
Bleeding his zestful blood without care

Though with belly full of bouncy feeds
Childhood is a fair soul full of sparks
And just a seeker of some just needs
He is a bearer of nobler marks

But the hardest times would seem the best
When Childhood would flounder to glory
When he is caught in the toils of zest
And Nature’s tests are put to story

Details | I do not know? | |

The Joyride

We always go out driving... that's what we love to do.
We'll all pile in and go, the kids and me and you.

We look at fancy houses and dream of 'One day we'll...'
We like to count the cows seen grazing on the hill. 

Rolling down the windows and feeling the cool breeze.
The leaves are turning colors, getting ready for the freeze.

We hear the twigs start cracking underneath our muddy tires.
Looking for the black birds all lined along the wires.

The kids will give a clap and send the birds up in a tizzy, 
we just keep on laughing now until we're feeling dizzy.

If we can find a two-track with a sign 'road closed ahead'
you know we're turning off the street and going there instead! 

Once we're stuck we'll all just push, we don't mind anyway.
For us this is the life....and this is our favorite kind of day! ! 

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Memory Lane

I walk down memory lane.
 It was just as I had left it.
 Garbage here and there.
 The smell of alchol,
 Mixed with the ever slighest bit of rotten garbage.
 It was utterly disgusting.
 But this is where I had grown up,
 On the wrong side of the tracks.
 No matter how hard I tried to get away from it,
 It followed.
 The homeless still sleep behind my old house,
 And pick out of the same old garbage can.
 The buildings are falling apart,
 And the only thing that seems to grow in this area,
 Is a few patches of grass, and a few trees.
 Nothing about this area is eye appealing,
 But this is where I grew up,
 And no matter ifI walk by with my nose turned up,
 Or my head hung low,
 This place will always be a part of me.

Details | Free verse | |

Sounds of summer

Threshold of reverberation upon the season,
Whistling playfully through prisms,
Moments of rampant waves,
Secure resonance blindly,
Emergent sounds bellow outward,
Within crisp clean atmosphere,
Those that listen know all.
Buzzing, chirps, faraway calls,
All the sounds of summer’s morn,
These and more sell the time of year.
A cherished time, sprinkled in childhood.
Memories of these declare,
Sounds of summer have arrived.

Details | I do not know? | |

My View

A business man’s journey to work.
A glance at his watch as he is getting late.
Little children playing together.
I gave you a gift.
Metal round container box.
A chained reaction.
A furred up coat.
A cold winter night that never ended.

Details | Haiku | |

Mulberry Tree

Long berries droop high
Above the ditch made sweet with
Grainy edibles.

Details | Rhyme | |

child of thunder

lightening strikes once. twice. Boom.
as the sound of thunder fills the room
shaking the earth. the ground we walk
terrifying little children to babbling talk

it shoots from the sky without a backward glance
do we dare to go out and risk taking the chance
the thunder is only the innocent part
the lightening, however is the root. the heart.

it lights up the sky way up high
soaring quickly across the sky
breaking glass tearing down tree's
making sure the disaster is seen

finally the last rumble as it comes to an end
only talked about when we gossip with friends
but the night will drag on for that little child
those thunderous nights make life seem mild

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The River

Cracks of corral emerged between the Earth’s proud crown of evergreen
Gleaming down on grateful Father whose arms in bloom embraced his Daughter
Moon upon Moon in prayer he spent that God would grant his heart’s content
Now all his dreams no longer dreams but infant in his arms serene
They traveled on til trails converged and River’s roar ahead was heard 
Then there upon the shore was laid, a bless’ed barge of birchbark made.

From the River’s roots they rowed, embarking on a fate unknown
Wide-eyed Child soothed by Father’s song amidst echoes of the Wild’s call
Sweetly metered by sweeping oar he told her tales of life before
The great divide of Earth and Sky, of Land and Sea, of Day and Night 
How God by grace named each creature each fish and fowl each fir and fur
Then in His hands mixed clay and sand, the gift of life breathed into Man.

Between each bend dear Daughter grew and saw the world from worn canoe
Floating onward until the day she traded hums and howls to say
Father, Father, I understand! With lamb and wolf we share this land!
How scattered seed grew into tree and tree we carved for pole to feed
Father you’ve grown and given me your faith and love so I might be
Someday just like you a Giver on the road of life, the River! 

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This Sounds Corny { Tanka}

bounty of the earth
come ye thankful people come
for it is autumn
and the leaves are coming down
run run sweet John Barley Corn

Entry To 
Kristin Reynolds 
Autumn Tanka Contest

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It's summer, It's hot 
and I'm praying It won't rain
on my way to the beach
riding the F train
I get to Coney Island 
and from the boardwalk I see the sand
looking out towards the ocean
on the beach I now stand

a day at the beach
I can hardly wait
to sit under the rays of the sun
and play in the waves
I lay down my  blanket
and set-up my umbrella stand
I place my cooler of goodies
firmly in that sand
I slather on the sun blocker
for I need protection
I stand at the water's edge
at look down at my reflection

a day at the beach
frolicking in the ocean's waves
a memory form childhood
that I will treasure and save

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Serene & Divine

Inside the forest of tall teak trees
Far from the clamor of the town.
At the foot of the green mountain
Where a stream was flowing down.

Sitting on a piece of rock,
And looking at the flow of water.
I was listening to its music,
Enjoying the beauty of the nature.

The serenity and silence was lost
As some kids of a  school picnic party,
Sneaked into the stream in sheer delight
And made it muddy and dirty.

A boy pushed the baby from behind.
She got wet and cried.
He then asked her out of fear
“How could it be dried?”

The headmistress when shouted at them
They looked each other for a while.
And rushed out of the water 
Hand in hand, exchanging a silly smile.

I looked back at the stream.
The water was already calm and clean.
It’d washed off the dirt out of her heart
For the flow was serene and divine.

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We had snow the weekend after Christmas no less
Deep and even it fell what a mess
But not like the snow we had when I was a kid
As the bushes and hedges it buried and hid

Seemed the whole area ground to a halt
The council did not even scatter the salt
But when I was a lad in my village home
The snow was so deep nowhere could we roam

Days off school two, three or four
While the diggers got us out slow but sure
Then the day came when snow blowers arrived
Cut short our days off as on snow they thrived

Mum and Dad cleared out the attic of snow
Blew under the eaves nowhere else to go
You could leave the house as it started to snow
In a couple of hours as the winds did blow

The snow I remember lay deep in the lane
The shovelling and sweeping was only in vain
For it blew from the fields piled up there again
So it was every year it would drive folks insane

We walked in the snow to the village for milk and bread
Made igloos and played in the snow till time for bed
Corn beef hash cooking on the open fire
A couple of bowls full before you retire

Good times with mates snowballing and such
Nothing quite like the snowman to touch
But it soon went away and we all would say
Ali ali asta Snow come faster, please today 

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Idyllic memoirs of my boyhood days
I have lost into thorny hedges of my
native village where now
sprawl of concrete
jungle stands.

Hedgehogs, hares and squirrels
no longer scurry through the
fallow fields and the packs
of wolves which used to roam
unhindered on grassy lands
have been hounded into
extinction by rude rattle of trucks

I still grope for the herb with
which my father used to cure eczema
and I am at loss to spot the creepers
that purges toxins through diueresis
How can I revisit that lost pastoral
village which I left a decade
ago to settle in town?

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there was a time

i like the way a dog/cat
licks my lips

i like the way 
nobody admits to it

the whole time
everyone grab tits

a need for milk
and spinning
through it

i cleave to breasts like a
milk farmer
to profits

but i need it more
now that 
it has completely 

leaving me 
leaving you

and i'm selling
my wits

Details | I do not know? | |

Rainy Day

What would you do on a rainy day?
Rain patters quietly on my window.
I briskly walked to my room,
And sat on my little, nice windowsill chair.
It's quiet and peaceful and I think.
I look at my deepest thoughts,
And realize my inner feelings,
I start to chant hymns and jump in my bed.
I felt softness across my face,
Like sun kissed breeze blowing through  my golden hair,
And the wind  whistling in my ear.
The moon and the stars came and embraced me.
A rhythm of sweet birds chirping and a beautiful song dawdled inside of me.
I close my eyes and experience something unexplainable and unimaginable.
I am speechless.
Is this a dream?
What intoxication is this?
As I gazed at the mirror,
I saw my beauty, not on the outside, but on the inside.
And a twinkle lit up my eyes.
I blushed and lowered my gaze.
My lips are wet and quenched.
Though I seem small, I take on the world,
Overcome by love and I win every time.
I triumph.
Pit, Patter Patt, 
Droplets  of misty rainwater
Falls like snowflakes in summer,
It gives me a dazzling sparkle.
The flowers are singing like in the Spring equinox.
What would you do on a rainy day?

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A childhood lived apart
from the usual existence,
made innocence more intense;
watching raindrops
from unclosed windows...
while welcoming a shivering skylark!

A moon adorned with dreams
gleamed over shadowy hills,
taking me to their forbidden realm;
and as my little arm stretched out
to reach it...the further it seemed
to move deeply into space,
arousing my curiousity
and making me aware of infinity,
of which I measured no distance...
to avoid controversy and doubt!

An entire adulhood being
the jack-of-all-trades, never having
enough time to stop and stare
at a moon adorned with dreams,
whose smile was as alluring as its glare...
with the intention to deceive!

A moon adorned with dreams
arouses my old emotions...
drawing me to its extraordinary charms;
somehow relieving my unspoken grief,
which is as irresolute as of  my belief! 
Its face so dotted and pale
shouldn't be so plausible,
or nevertheless graceful,
but it constantly changes like me...
to find its destined place in eternity!

Details | I do not know? | |

seasons of time

the tree shivers as
the rain drops fall
the  leaves shimmer
and not a drop of pain is exchanged
the leaves began to color
a sight to  see
so beautiful to me
then the leaves wither and drop and mother earth is 
covered with a crop of white snow bringing   joy                 
to a child,s heart

soon spring returns
children leave their winter dins
and began to run
and play and i hear a voice say that,s the way
it,s suppose to be soon summer arrives
sunny flowers in bloom
all of winter,s dark gloom gone
the seasons change, all are the same
yet different,seasons in a name 
the voice tells me that,s how
it is suppose to be

Details | Ballade | |


Beautiful glooming rose
Beauty gentle snowflake
Breathless hellos
Hug touch of a hand
Growing proud
Growing love
Growing thoughtfulness
Forgiven honesty
Simple gift of surprises
Baby smile memories
Always dancing around me
Warmth of memories
Comfortable memories
Safe keepsake
Priceless star
Breath holding
Caring opinions
Wounding love
Cherish moments
Deeply wounded heart
A helping hand
A costly smile
A endless friendship
I wish I had a daughter.

Details | Haiku | |

Songs of Summer

a siren squeals
from atop the old elm tree~
a mocking bird flies

Details | Free verse | |

A Day at the Little Beach

Walking down the graveled path
For a day at the little beach;
We picked up ripened persimmons
And purple muscadines along the way.
Butterflies fluttered around my wife.
Blazes of color lie under the trees.
Thousands of diamonds danced on the lake
Around several ducks with their bottoms up.
We took our shoes off on the little beach
And splashed along the shoreline.
We picked up rocks and skipped the stones
Between the passing boats and waves
That pushed and pulled us in shallow water.
Soon, I had to search for more stones
And persimmons, and I found a winged horse,
Pewter, on a black stringed necklace.
I tied it around my son's light brown neck.
He ran through the water bare back
And swam with his mom in shallow parts.
After our lunch of found-treats we walked,
And played and threw rocks in the water again.
My son drew my face in the wet sand.
We sat in the grass, soaked in the sun
And enjoyed the laughter and fun.

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This Placid Warm Winters Day ..

Its a warm winters day.. the sun's shining high in the powder blue sky 
A  wisp  of a  feather cloud faintly visible is the  only cloud  to be seen
Powder blue gently blends  to light blue on  the  dark blue sea horizon
The waves  higher in  longer intervals  make a distinct  crashing sound
Dispersing into a frothy fringe reflecting blue sky in the wet  brown sand
Leaving  trails  of  bubble  foam  shimmering and glittering  with the sun.
Inhaling the smell of fish salty air a fisherman walks by with a bag of fish.
Pear-shaped loofah Moist lettuce green seaweed  Big leopard jelly slugs
 Long brown seagrass  fingernail seashells and yellow noodle seaweed
The light breeze causing the sea to shiver and shimmer with the sunlight
Hoofprints in the sand show two horses, one huge clydsdale horseshoe 
The second a smaller hoof-print, they had a gallop and a beach gathering 
And there is a new type of seabird to grace our shores, a  diving aquabird.
Another huge  kite is raised from the beach by the jeep in  the far distance
It looks like a figure with a fishtail..a mermaid perhaps holding something
Walking towards  the giant floating artwork it becomes clearer  the  figure
Is a muscley Merman with  gray hair and beard  holding a  flowing sword

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Ah Dudley

Dudley, how did you bat today?
Did you hit the wooden ball with rubber wrapped
Over the starapple tree and far away?
Did you ride your bicycle past Knoxwood gate
Smell the cashew blossom and think of me?
Ah Dudley, what did you do today?

Did you cut sticks in the coffee orchard
And make as old the Calaban?
Did you go seven acres and check the swift beside the well?
Do they still grow peanuts there
And do the women and children come to pick
Where I toiled all day and earned nothing for it?
O Dudley, what did you do today?

Do the girls still come at night
For your company to the well? And is there
A long train of youngsters with buckets on their head?
Can they dance like Melveta or Ver, the cotta still in place
And will they gather when its done, to play ring games
While our elders from the fireside watch
The corns so that they will not burn? Can you smell the cashew fat
Oh Dudley, what did you do today?

I want to come again and see
Lime-kiln blazing up to heaven, its rainbow colors
Like a boy's first joy bursting in delirium. I want to touch
My Benbow's head, and quiet his bark from happiness
And hide in the moonshine guinea grass
Where no one finds me, though I pant
The one desired would come. I want to sing
The old folk songs and run and scream ...
Dudley, will these things be there if I come?

Did you climb the breadfruit tree
Or make a gig, or swam in Cecil's marl hole again
Can you still fight fearlessly
Will injustice against your boyhood passion win?
We have a great country, and a great home too
St. Elizabeth, land of the big long river, and the tall bambo
Dudley, I pine for it, please if needs be, die only for it
But live again for the beauty there.

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Secret Walk

Take my hand
Let’s take a walk
Along destiny’s path
Down the road of fate
An eternity’s passed
Or so it seems
Since you kissed my lips
But time’s stood still
And our eyes are motionless
I see the moon kiss the water
As I stare across the blue nothing
Stars dive into the sea
As the foam rests on our feet
The sand molds around our prints
As we step ever so lightly
Waves beat the shore
Filling the beach with its surprises
You bend down
And press into my hand
One of the sea’s precious gifts
“Remember this moment,”
You whisper into my ear,
“and remember,” you also say,
“Tomorrow will never come
Without a kiss from the sun.”

Details | Free verse | |

Who wants to be immortal?

Like a phoenix
you tumble, hurt, and renew;
you grow old and grey
and yet you live through.

As you watch those around you
slowly pass on,
your children, grandchildren;
yet still you're not done.

Technology booms,
the world grows much faster,
through wars and starvation;
watch weather's disaster.

Would you really want
to live through it all?
To be historic relic,
and be immortal?

I wouldn't.

Details | Pastoral | |


Beechwoods,downland and common heath,
Chalky soil inches beneath;
Trees,jostling tall,
Leaf,yellow-brown in Autumn,fall;
Fallow deer feed at dawn and dusk,
Treading flat the beechnut husk;
Open heath,sandy soiled,
Whence commoners once toiled;
Roedeer,muntjac proliferate
As Nature reverts and liberates;
Winding brooks and narrow streams,
In mingled,muddled childhood dreams.

Details | I do not know? | |


I grew from seed 
in a forest of trees I did not understand,
Some of their branches whipped in the wind at my side
Others sheltered me from storm,
I grew upwards, 
and below 
my roots mingled with  the soil and the cold earth.
I did not blossom in the spring like the other trees
The old oak loomed over and shadowed my sun,
In darkness, I dreamed of further forests 
Where I could grow as I should,
Other trees had gone before
Cut down 
there dust like ashes lay about the forest floor,
But to be table or chair
Did not sit easy in my mind,
Dead wood in a home with no sky,
A window to look at a world outside.
Rooted in that cold earth
I called to passers by to dig,
Stretching my own branches
To limits that almost broke
I untangled my self from the grip of other roots
flew like a bird released 
To a world unknown
And it was a jungle out there!
Some looked at me and saw fire wood
Others wanted to tend to my branches like topiary
I just wanted to forget where I had come from,
But a tree does not grow without roots
As a person does not grow without past Into the  person they were meant to be,
So in another plot of land 
I planted myself
And remembered the trees I did not understand,
And the cold earth from which I had sprung,
I remembered the journey and the passers by, 
I grew upwards
My roots mingled with the soil 
I reached towards the sun and sky.

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Up I grew with nature wild
On a heath pure and undefiled
I saw near my house a mongoose Red Mouth
Running to and fro from north to south
And at a Fallow Retreat not far
I met a shy retiring jaguar
Often I accost at nearby Four Square
A ravenous grizzly bear
And a tortoise hurrying somewhere
Hearing my footsteps he draws his head inside
Leaving me stunned and petrified
And I came across a timid jackal once
Who kept from me a safe distance
Scanning me cunningly from top to toe
And considering me a perennial foe
And in winter, I behold a hedge-hog
Through fog
Who, at slightest rustle, hid behind a stile
Reducing itself to a thorn pile
Grey rabbits run amok seeing me in vicinity
Thinking that I chase them with impunity
Field Squirrels, however, are unperturbed
With my presence they are least concerned


Details | Free verse | |

Time Endless

an orchid-clad child 
with sticky sweet saccharine dreams,
yet indefinite in her belonging
awakened from the possibility of dream,
heal me, she cries out
to deaf ears. She is just an ornament, 
a cat with a jewelled eye, 
mourning for the twilight, 
where there had been fires, now lay ashes. 
It's a sadness that creeps over her
as the moon upon the sun, 
the dawn in her is dead, and shall remain ever so for eternity. 
She lies in the forest-a graveyard, littered with
dead bodies which the living feed upon
carcasses scattered across the ground, the 
once proud gentle giants now fallen, 
slain in an endless battle 
against a foe they cannot fight, 
lakes-smelling like open wounds, 
and rocks grimaced in pain, 
writhing in agony
she screams out
will no one hear her cry?

Details | I do not know? | |

The Wind

Have you ever noticed the wind?
You might not say that you see it, 
But I do.
I love the feeling that I get when the wind blows through my hair and gently 
Kisses my face.
The wind is soft mother's hands that wipe away my tears.
The wind is the sweet flowing energy that awakens me each day.
The wind swims through the leaves of the trees and they rustle with joy.
The trees swing side to side in a jubilant manner.
The wind is full of color and is vibrant.
The wind just seems to make the clouds drift in the sky.
The wind changes directions and makes the misty rainwater droplets of the 
Spring showers splatter on my face, assuring me abundant pleasure.
The leaves fly away with the wind.
The wind is wonderful.
I love the wind.
Have you ever noticed the wind?

Details | Couplet | |


Shrieks of seagulls die on the breeze;
Childhood ebbs away on sunlit seas.

Details | Monorhyme | |

Star Lights

Every hue is vivid within your first sight,
just as I remember the days that were at night.
Each dark spot was covered a silver starlight.
My papa said, "It were Heavens sprinkle with delight."
But my brother says, "It was the bombs of another space fight."


Details | I do not know? | |

On my way to grandma's

I baked some yummy cookies and wrapped them up real nice
I was on my way to grandma's, when I ran into some mice
They looked a little hungry and they looked a little sad
So I gave them all the cookies that I had inside my bag
I promised grandma cookies, and went home to bake some more
But on my way to grandma's house I ran into a bore
She asked me where I was going and if she could come along
Then I looked down at my cookies and realized that they were gone
I promised grandma cookies and went home again to bake
But when I got back to my house, there were no more left to make
I promised grandma cookies and didn't know what else to do
So I made some chocolate brownies with nuts and cashews too
I was on my way to grandmas when I ran into a goat
He asked me what the yummy smell was that was coming from my coat
I didn't want to tell him, but I didn't want to lie
Then he asked me with the saddest face if he could have a bite
I reached down in my pocket and pinched him off a piece
And went on my way to grandma's, but it was getting hard to see
I was on my way to grandma's and realized I'd lost my way
I was getting tired and hungry, I hadn't eaten all day
She must have gotten worried and come out to look for me
she said that she had found me, beneath an old oak tree
She took me to her house and tucked me into bed
gentely held my hand and kissed my little head
when I told her what had happend, she began to cry
Then she told me that she loved me and sang me a lullaby

Details | Free verse | |

III. Silence

Nameless, the feeling
in		picture
The scene
on yr retina, the morning
A dock, a rock, the setting sun
bark slap whrrr laughlaugh

Four desks are pushed together
and four kids titter as the teacher walks by
I whisper to my friend something secret
bellows the teacher

Furious scribbles of self-pity after the Algebra test
a note dropped in Her locker.
No response

A thousand live trees rise all around me
each leafdrop of dew recorded for all time
captured in a pen’s snapshot
alone and happy and one with the universe
		I		embrace

Details | Free verse | |

Sharp stick

A lonely white boy wields a sharp stick
scratching initials into tree bark
his name echoing throughout the empty forest, as the
whoops of a more savage breed of sons
from eons long past
creep into his ears.

Details | Rhyme | |


Precipitation crystalline
Water ice, snow defined
From the clouds
It drifts slowly down
To whiten natures 
Awesome grounds
Light coverings
Drifts so high
Natures magic
From her heavenly skies
No two flakes, are at all the same
An amazing claim in natures vein
Even twins have a difference in them
But snowflakes are the pure ice gem
Supercooled droplets 
Rain down on us
Glee-full children stop their fuss
Mummy, daddy let us play
Remember you too were kids, they say
Picture postcard
Christmas card wish
The delight of a snowfall
One of natures bliss

Details | Rhyme | |


Once upon a time,
I wished upon a star,
That very little star,
Went very, very far,
It went over all the mountains,
It went through all the seas,
It went across all the canyons,
It went through all the trees,
I guess you want to know what I wished for,
I wished it a wonderful life,
A life of adventure and risk,
I wished it prosperity and no strife.

Details | Free verse | |

Today I Found a Song in the Strangest of Places

Today I found a Song
In the strangest of places

Through gates of the garden
Of fret and woe
Lay a bed of unbloomed roses
In the shadows of a forest
Of qualified blooms

Yet unbloomed
These roses bear beauty
Straight from the root
no eyes could see
Needing not be guided
By compliments and awe
For before the blossom
The glory
And the fame
Beneath the fragile petals
The roses get their name

For I was once
An unbloomed rose
A young petal
Among splendor blossoms
Now as I have flowered
I know not by color 
Or scent
Or fame
Does beauty be told.
It is the song it sings
That in turn
Makes it grow.

Details | Ballad | |


Summer's showers for tender hands
stretching out to rainy skies...not thundering,
stunningly doomed by silence;
thankful hands showing gratitude:
pure love flowing from the smallest heart...
to rapidly move and thrill us
with its sincere feeling
and bring us back to that lost fortitude!

The wistling train rushes and winds through
the fertile plain sorrounded by misty hills,
the attentive adolescent  follows it 'till it vanishes;
he'll make great strides to achieve his goals 
and build a foundation that no one will ever undue,
whomever awaits fortune...doesn't have any dreams!

Summer's showers for tender hands...
for someone showing genuine happiness;
and he's desirous to know
the meaning of everything:
from the smaller things to the greatest things...
his knowledge must extend and grow
until his curiousity runs low!
What others despise,he adores...
when innocence is a reflection of purity,
many detest it with animosity!

Another train returns to the foggy town...
a town so lonely and without sun;
the jeering boy waves at someone,so familiar,
smiling beyond an open window...
someone who inspires him to dare:
to steadly feed his fervent ego...
to enhance his insatiable aspirations
that'll bring him greatness tomorrow!

Summer's showers for tender hands
that hold nothing within their grasp...
and need fond hopes and assurance;
a strinkingly handsome lad
catching butterflies with one hand...
a captor who fundles them as babies
and  sets them free to spring up 
to the illimitable,idle skies!

The joyous adolescent trots along
 the immense flowers' fields
humming his favorite song...
picking up one of each kind:  clover,
daisy,pansy and violet...
to give them to the one he loves more; 
he finally stops to make
a simple wish with open eyes:
to live a life full of promise
and make those good choices...
to let nothing stand between him
and his priced freedom!

Details | Haiku | |


Yellow, white blossoms
Along the barbed wire and posts-
Air drips with nectar

Details | Rhyme | |

The Witch!

Upon the fells I did then spy,
A witch on a broom, up in the sky!
The sky was dark; the moon was bright, 
As she cast her wicked spells this night !

I hid me then in an old oak tree,
So that I not her eyes to see!
I hid me then from this evil there,
For I a child a child so fair!

But flew she did then to the ground,
And saw me hidden, and I was found!
A cackle she did then raise to me,
As I backed away in the old oak tree!

Her face so ugly and set to fear,
My fate with her then seemed so clear!
That I be placed in a cooking pot,
For her to eat, now she had got!

A spell she did then cast on me!
A spell to make me not to flee!
My legs as numb as ice in snow,
I could not run, nor could I go!

But all at once as then by chance!
The oak did speak and start to dance!
It wailed its old and sad lament,
And scorned the witch with heard intent!

It tore its roots up from the ground,
And laid me safe, and so then sound,
Its boughs so great and strong to be,
Did swipe the witch away from me!

With cackled cry the witch did lie,
In bruised and saddened state,
The oak had beaten evil then,
And saved me from my fate!

And so she flew to heights anew,
Another soul to find,
The oak did creek its voice to me,
In tears that were so kind,

“No more then fear the witch” it said,
"No spell by she, can you be led!"
She will not harm thee now, no more,
For you the forest does adore"!

Details | I do not know? | |

Side by side

In the lowly soil,
Between the weeds,
A lone bud pokes its shy head to lead,
Its ever struggling journey of toil.

A single breath to take,
A hand to pull you from a fall,
Your first kick of a championship ball,
A penetrating dive into a fresh water lake.

All part of an ever-growing life,
What ever you be,
Whether it be human or tree,
Through pleasure and strife.

As time takes its toll and welcomes in death,
The once lonely bud,
Comes crashing to earth with a deafening thud,
And so takes his last breath.

Details | Rhyme | |


I like a storm of heavy rain
To hear the water whoosh down the drain
The thunder the lightning the crash and the bang
I don’t hide in a cupboard I don’t give a hang

The silver lightning cracks like a whip
The roll of thunder just like a rock slip
Whether fork or sheet lightning
Neither do I find the least frightening

Counting the seconds to reckon the miles
See the kids faces not too many smiles
Right overhead the lightning flashes
And immediately the thunder crashes

Some run for cover and pray on their fate
This is something they obviously hate
I only remember what my Dad once said
It’s the lightning you don’t see that kills you stone dead 

Details | Haiku | |

Man in the Moon

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

Details | Light Poetry | |

Little Joanne

Little Joanne once rode in a van
With her Dad a very lovely man
Took her to the countryside
She saw the fields all open wide

The cows, the sheep, the birds in flight
She thought it was a lovely sight
The streams the pond the little frogs
Farmers with their working dogs

Trees in green and blossom showing
Someone on the river rowing
Foxes running to their dens
Asked can she go back again?

Her father said one day she could
Perhaps even walk through the wood
For in the city no space to play
Because of roads and motorways

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Fishing with my Pa

The sun squeaks over the horizon,
the night falls and day arises.
And like a young child I was once before
I held my papa's hand and head for the door.

Ready- to grasp the slimy worms 
in the coffee colored dirt that squirms!
Ready- to mounch on beef jerky from a cheap old store
and fish on a lake and reach to the sea floor.

The ripples of the water were like music you could watch
and the tree talked as me and pa took a sip from our scotch
and whistle to the noises in the air
while rocking on the boat to the moment we share.

And over time- the night begins to steal the day,
and the days says good bye- like a person would to god as the prey.
Colors of the sunset were a bit blurry from that scotch-
but being there was fun to watch

all the memories that sooned to fade
of all the best times he and I made
back when I was four, when he taught me how to fish-
as we head for the door, that was something I dearly missed.

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Untitled #184 / 3:35 p.m.

3:35 p.m., Thursday afternoon
school’s just let out, and everyone’s joyful for the long weekend.
Here I pause, outside the vocational building at the summit of the hill
where I have been many times before, but never in the past three years.
Giant yellow leviathans still roar by, spewing dust
and carrying cargoes of lost souls, just as they did when I rode one of them to 
on my first day of sixth grade. Now I’m a senior in high school, and
soon I will leave all of this behind physically, though spiritually I be gone already
perched high above, I feel as if I have transcended my peers, 
each the consummation of some love long since past, 
who even now laugh, smile, and carry on as they scurry into their cars and drive 
How happy they seem! How full of life! How innocent!
But they are 		so 			far 
Right now my soul is closer to the blue, blue sky, through which I am soaring, far 
the distant hills that roll out to the horizon like an enormous sheet of Astroturf
casing the falling sun, far, far above any mortal strife,
carried on the backs of sunbeams, past where clouds would sit were the day not 
my face is kissing that enormous yellow ball of love
…no! 						No! 
But I have stayed too long!
Ah, my eyes have strayed too far!
Even now they are drawn to that tan pickup truck
belonging to my lost Love!
Even now they are scanning through the ants in the parking lot
to find that pink backpack, that flowery dress!
Even now She is passing through the calamity unscathed,
accompanied by two friends and another man!
Even now they are tossing their bookbags into the back,
piling into the cab, and slipping away!
Oh, the world is so deep and so wide! and amid the heartless rubble
I have already found for myself a flawless Jewel!
but now She is falling away,
out of my heart,
out of my grasp,
out of my sight,
into the arms of the sweet hereafter.

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A Painted Prose

like last leaf 
of autumn,

to a velvet 
rose.  Ah, 

such a lovely 
scene, from painted 
prose of God, 

the Unseen- 
of which thru his artwork 
reminded me of 

a child 
holding sweet mama, 
‘til he was being 

breezed away 
into manhood, by the thrilling 
wings of her olden days.

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I Dream of Dances

A dance I’ll steal from this night
And move slowly with the moon
Stars will shine upon my feet
I will create a waltz for each one.

My arms move slowly, entrancingly
Hypnotizing sleepy watching eyes
Light sprinkles on my face from above
My bare feet glide across the breezy grass

A dance I’ll steal from this night
Sailing between each strong tree
Fireflies accompany my spellbound trance
Musical allusions fly alongside.

The flowers bloom acceptingly in the still of the night
Their quieted lights reveal the dreams of those asleep
Nuzzled in their nests as I drift below the leaves
Dancing in a daze, as I would in any sleep.

My feet skim a cool stream’s edge
Fresh water glittering on my lively legs
A skip across the small blue belt 
The constitution of the forest
Winding from end to end.

A dance I’ve stolen from the night
In a forest of breathtaking captivities 
Each shining star a kindly ovation 
To my dreamy wander.

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Tiny fingers of the small child
reach out to the world out of
its mother's arm, striving to 
learn and understand the colors
and surroundings before they grow
to something bigger, 
like a baby dear striving to stand on 
its shaky hind legs, ready to prounce
among the blurry scenery of green trees
that sways over its head, in confusion
but real.

Details | Tanka | |

Standing in front

A child was standing in front
the mirror why am I
in the mirror, he astonished
and broken the glass
every piece was watching at him

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of a
parachute on the wind-
one o'clock,two o'clock,three o'......

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Singing Stars

Remember when the singing stars 
knew our names?
We spun at midnight on the lawn
We danced with silver feet
The grass lay down beneath
our steps 
submissively complete.
Each star we saw, we touched
that night
Remember how they fell?
A spinning sight
As we, exhausted
sweet collapsed the lawn
and lay deep breathing...
and laughing...
And laughing...
Gardenias in bloom 
leaving their scent on our skin.
Grass in our hair
to be earth in our sleep.
Stars in death
leaving their marks on our eyes.
and childhood running away from us
bolting, a star burning out in midnight skies,
down the summer asphalt, 
to grey.

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An Unusual Friend


I was walking home from school one day,
And passed by an empty lot,
It was during the month of June,
And the day was pretty hot.

I looked to my right on the ground,
And I saw something unusual that was green,
It was a pretty amazing sight to behold,
Because it’s something I have never seen.

A praying mantis was sitting still,
On a couple of blades of grass,
I was thinking to myself, “If I only had a jar”,
As I was walking home from class.

So I put the insect in my bag in one hand,
And carried my books in the other,
I couldn’t wait to bring it home,
To show it to my mother.

The first thing my mother said was,
“I don’t want it in the house”,
She seemed like she was frightened of it,
Like she just had seen a mouse.

I asked my mom for a jar,
And I put in some twigs, leaves and dirt.
Then I carefully put the mantis in,
Making sure that it wouldn’t get hurt.

I punched some holes in the lid,
Because I wanted to give him some air,
And when I took a good look at him,
It appeared that this bug was in prayer.

My mom suggested we give it some water,
And see what it would do,
So to our utter amazement, from the spoon,
It took not only one sip, but two.

Then we gave him a piece of bologna,
And to our pleasant surprise,
He started to eat tiny bits,
We couldn’t believe our eyes.

I grew kind of fond of the little fella,
But I just knew it wouldn’t be long,
Until my dad came home from work,
And would say I can’t keep him, It’s just wrong.

He said it’s not right to keep it in captivity,
And I should release it into the wild,
I couldn’t help thinking that the mantis
Would wonder why he’s being exiled.

So I opened up the window and
Let him out of the mayonnaise jar,
He spread his wings and flew away,
And I began to wonder how far.

I didn’t think I would ever see him again,
So obviously this made me upset,
And by writing about this 50 years later,
Proves it was an experience I’d never forget.

But the next day I looked out,
The very window which he was released,
I thought that maybe he liked the bologna, so much,
That he came back for another piece.

So I opened up the window,
Thinking that he might come in,
But I must have scared him off,
And that was the last time I ever saw him.

My interest in entomology stayed with me,
For a few more years to come,
But when I look back in time, I’m glad,
That I granted my little friend his freedom.

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The Rugged Hills

The rugged hills I look upon seem so deserted.
Yet the whispering wind blows
through those hills of singing
a song of yesterday's wrongs.

The rugged hills I will always remember.
Their beautiful shapes and the
eerie sounds of the wind.

That bends through those hills
with the songs of everything 
that went wrong.

I will climb up those winding trails
to the top.

I will see my entire destiny
down below and I will perch on top
of those hills, to listen to the
wind songs of yesterday's blues.

That took the wrong bend that sends
those winds to the sounds of the
eerie cries of why people will die!

Because of their lies and deceit
that makes them feel incomplete to
meet those rugged hills of
yesterday's blues!

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A Life Gain

One day will come, when you will rise,
Don’t be afraid to fight, you need a long life,
One day when you be a father and have a wife,
You will understand that how a dying man was wise.
He was worry about a child nobody heard his cries,
He was honest and hardworker, cared for his family,
He has kind hearted also his partner was lovely,
He has struggle full life for his family highs.

Don’t try to cheat one, live with only pace,
Don’t exploit anyone, understand everyone’s pain,
A satisfied person has sound seep that is my grace,
Don’t abuse someone’s right it is a life gain,
Don’t suck the blood of innocents walk slow or join race,
Oneday life is ended care about living death is certain.

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Insure Every Jewel

Swiftly she started the flashing rain
and called to the kids to enjoy the pain
The melt off the trees in the summer’s breeze
as the hail tore the clouds and began to freeze
The asphalt clinging to heated steam
and car tires hurling toward their headlight’s beam
A hush from the crickets all sparkling wet
as the  storm takes the lid off the sun’s sunset
She rolled the bikes down the gravel path
and clinked on the bell as she, head up, laughed
and rusted the wheels as they road down the road
 two girls fresh with giggles and goggles in tow.
The splashes decided to drown out the grass
who wept in the rain that they were growing too fast
as songs to be sung would be planted and last
as their roots tug the earth toward the perilous past.
The lightning danced up the clouds
The moon hid her face in her shroud
The bicycles raced with the wind in their faces
as the thunder shook the ground all around.
Their skin blest with drops from the rain
all worries washed slick down the drain
A passionate brood so internally good
on a trip down their memory lane.

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Breezes Of Childhood

In back home fields,
blanketed with nature.
Winds breeze silently spreads
over velvet flowers landscape.

Rustic reality settles within
my minds memories of childhood.
Crossing ponds of fragrance's dampness,
glowing upon simple pleasures of life.

A colorful world of beauty,
resting quietly within hidden mountains.
Gracing my soul with a sensual peace
one longs to feel again...In life.

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Snow Missile

That glimmering white in every direction
Combine with this hill its pure perfection
Cool and crisp is this pure virgin snow
Let’s get the sledge and see how fast we go

At the top of the hill I climb aboard
With back straight looking like a lord
My heart beating at the sight of the drop
But with adrenaline flowing I won’t stop

With a shove from behind my long flight
Down this white hill and out of sight
With the wind in my hair I feel so free
Giggling hard like a demented banshee

Blood is pumping and my face is red flushed
The speed is exhilarating and fear is crushed
Like a tiny missile with the speed of a god
I find it all so natural and feel not odd

The wind is stinging my eyes to tears
But I can still hear the watchers cheers
My vision is blurred but the way is clear
I’m a human missile with nothing to fear

I open my eyes to find myself on a bed
God knows where with a bandaged head
My head is hurting and gave me a scare
But I’m to blame for being in the nurse care

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Daytime Rain

What time of day it is I do not know
Except that like some fish doped out of the deep water
I've bobbed up bolly wise from stream of sleep
It is drumming hard here and I suppose everyhere
Dropping with insistent ardour upon our roof thatch and shed
And thro'  sheaves slits open
To thunder and lightening
So,lets roll over on our back
And settle to the sleep of the innocent and free.

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Untitled #7 / The child

As the child rolled through a field of flowers
he spotted a butterfly flittering towards the sky
and thought he might grab the thing, sprout wings
and let the beauty carry him to heaven
he jumped and stretched out his little arms
but the insect had floated out of reach
and with a thud he fell back to the soil,
sobbing to the sun. 
But he had to try.

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About Clouds

                      If you look into the sky
                      You may see castles drifting by
                      And dragons chased by knights of old
                      On quests of chivalry brave and bold

                      You may see ships with billowing sails
                      Chasing after fluffy whales
                      Or fleeing from some mighty storm
                      Seeking shelter from it’s harm

                      You could see a wizard, old and wise
                      Fire burning in his mystic eyes
                      Casting forth a magic spell  
                      To conjure a spirit from the well

                      There’s a fire truck chugging along 
                      Filled with firemen, brave and strong
                      Racing by to save the day
                      Wave them on their hero’s way

                      These are the things I see in the sky
                      You can to if you really try
                      Just lie on the slope of a grassy hill
                      And let your mind make them real


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I remember when I was small,
playing in the rain and loving it all.

I loved the feeling of rain running down my face,
The sound was relaxing.

I dreamed of this place.

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A World To Ponder

As I lay, the world around me alive yet hushed, time rests still to let the mind 
catch up with it. A night sky with one sea of clouds and the sun reflecting 
monsters created by accident lays still. While these beautiful monsters, in their 
size, kill the grass they stand on, their beauty takes away breath from all living 
things. Soon the sun will cease to shine on the melancholy above us. The waters 
will recede back into the horizon as the sun wakes up to shine on flowers 
abroad ‘till it is bored of sitting in these flowers and goes off to explore all the 
other wondrous designs once shown in Eden upon soft pedals of gentle, yet 
plagued life.
	Songs of sorrow come from the ones left in the presence of one 
mightier than the sun until the beautiful monster comes again with his deadly 
Watching, wandering, and wondering, the sun asks, “How is this death so 
glorified. Do none wish to grow, or do they confuse north and south?”

The fish calm, the waves roar to the horizon in understanding. As this reality 
becomes my fantasy-I live in this world that men before me have created.

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Summers Picking Blackberries

Nicks, cuts and scratches
Stepping, reaching carefully-
Blurple stained buckets!

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Spring says I love you

   Spring says "I love you"
she's waiting again
to christen each morning
to let life begin

  She's dressed in white linen
with cranberry stripes
a bonnet all brimming
with strawberries ripe

  kiss her and send her
outside to play
you can't keep her home
she must go on her way

  she doesn't belong 
to me or to you
she 'll grow into Summer
before June is through

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In A Childs Eyes

The World Is Wonderful In A Childs Eyes
A Big Place To Run And Play
Laughing,Singing,Dancing Around
Chase The butterflies around the yard
pick some flowers for mommy
The World Is Big In A Childs Eyes
Come on Daddy let's go outside and play
let's go fishing on a hot summer day
picnic at the beach and swim all day
The World Is Wonderful In A Childs Eyes

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Tree leaves emboldened in colors,
Pumpkins, witches, sweet Halloween,
Good sleeping weather,, the great holidays
approaching....Cozy in our warm homes...
Soon to thrill to the first snowfall...
Schoolbooks and art projects...
Curling up with a good book and
a loving spouse on chilly nights...
My favorite time of year.
Make believe fear....a love so dear...
A time when the full moon seems extra large,
And children thrill to their decoupage
What a marvelous world we are blessed with

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       you birth me in this world for a reason
             you went through the pain
      you struggled through life
                you yelled and screamed pushed and cussed
       you scrapped up money 
             when you needed it.

you stood beside me for a reason
             so when i cry you catch my tears
        when i fall you pick me up
             when i need a hand to hold
                 youes is there

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Noises of the Morning

As the sun comes up
the stars one by one disappear
As the rooster crows in the morning light
the little ones open their eyes
As the sunlight enters a dark room
we awake from our midnight gloom
to greet the morning with a groan
As the birds chirp
we smile very slowly
hating to be woken up  in the morning
but we still, however, enjoy the sweet tune
of the little noises of the morning

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Downhill Runpicked

Sloppy sweet sugar corn ears
Dripping buttery syrupy tears
Too hot to hold without  end pins
The memories linger for years
Why did the taste of stolen corn
Always seem better at night
After filling the finger spaces of
Both hands with the black tassels 
Of at least three ears each
Two dozen ears at a dead run
One can but wonder why
They use picking machines
Corn racing could well be an Olympic sport
Or at least an annual holiday event
What other harvest offers such fun

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Secret Me (2005)

I was a disconnected child
Outside confused but my inside was wild
A lack of confidence and no interest
Been spoken for believing it was best
A struggle and uproar and inside I burst
It was for the best but others always saw the worst
Never to this day will they understand
I am past caring I know where I stand
Never took pride in the home
Never ever felt it was my own
Away I am a different being
Always pro-active and everything is clean
A master chef believe it or not
Everything’s a secret kept in a knot 

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The First Brawl of Summer Vacation

A steaming caucus:
spiraling conversation of smoke
viewed by satellite and 4am star audiences
from heights too sharp for human vision.
It's us in all our glory
on the dirt road in front of our house
Lime dust and peppered beggar weed jeans.
A scuffle of high regard
over who would use the best fishing rod today.
All's quiet in the rest of the woods
Squirrells and wood peckers watching the scene with the stars.
And we are 10 years old.
And we are tenacious.
And we are alive.
The stars know us by name in our heated debate 
and, today, the fish get a monumental thirty minute reprieve.