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Details | Narrative | |

Birth, in a Quiet Room

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

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


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


Details | Rispetto | |

Divine Flowers

Divine Flowers 

In a flower’s velvet petals
There dwells a divine scent and hue
Soon a tiny creature settles
That will help pollinate a few.

We are blossoms of our dear God
Born each in colors of our kin.
It matters not our birth of sod
Neither the colors of our skin.



For Andrea Dietrich's "Tell Me Your Number Contest" I am 8  
8 line form  Heroic Rispetto (Month and Day) Path May 3rd. 5+3=8


Details | Sonnet | |

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

Morning Dew Glistens in Anticipation

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

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

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

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

Robert J. Lindley  09-24-2014

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


Details | Classicism | |

Karma

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


Details | Free verse | |

Its Raining...

                          Its Raining…

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

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

                               Amen


Details | Free verse | |

A mother's treasures

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


Details | Concrete | |

The Place that Shaped Me

  I left my
  heart   in 
 a magical 
  place. A
  place that
  holds years
 of wonder and
 awe. A place that
 knows me  better
 than any  other place
  I’ve been.  This place
  has changed me and 
     molded me into the
       person I am now.
     The forests, trees, creeks,
    and open skies instilled in 
  me a  love for God’s  works. 
The harshness of the winters has 
taught me to be patient and to endure.     My  small
town is where I  learned the  small-town work  ethic;
you don’t get what you don’t earn  and earning what 
you want takes  a little bit of  sweat  and  tears. Here
I  learned  that  you  don’t  have  to  be  blood  to  be 
family.  Brothers  and  sisters  are  made  throughout
years of school together. We relied on  each other to
be happy. This place will forever  hold my heart and
soul. I  am a small  town  girl  through  and  through. 
It’s who I will always be. Forever. Thanks IDAHO
for  shaping  me  into  something  more  than  I  was.


Details | Couplet | |

The Homeplace

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Dodoitsu | |

White Wedding

Confetti flutters the sky
A bride dressed in pearly white
Footprints pave bright virgin snow
Steps to her future


Details | Personification | |

Pulse

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

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

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


Details | Lyric | |

The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...


Details | Couplet | |

The Mountain Speaks

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

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Unlatched

So young myself, I was naive'
There was no doubt, I did believe
this babe who was latched inside my womb
such ties we had, would always be

Latched on, he was, as he was fed
Then later on, our hands instead
Not tall enough to open gates
I'd reach the latch for his escape

In time he grew to need more space
Strong ties we had, still had their place
With loving smiles, I'm watching him
He stretched to grow, and threads grew thin
And as he reached, and it grew long
Our cord remained, still ever strong

Years do pass, he's grown, a man
Our bonds have changed, but still lives on
Love came along, as it should be
He's bound with with her, I'm glad to see
It doesn't mean our link is gone

Songs are sung when lovers part
But no song for a mother's heart
When new adventures come one day
Those new roads take him far away

The man he is, has been set free
To be the man he wants to be
The child he was is never gone
She's letting go, yet holding on

If once, one wish were mine to choose
So many do my thoughts pursue
But one within my heart still yearns
If just one day, the clocks would turn

Together you and I would be
Sitting here among the trees
I would lift you up upon my knee
Just like I did when you were three...


Details | Free verse | |

Deaf and Gone

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

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


Details | Verse | |

A Rattlesnake In Georgia

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


Details | Ballade | |

Imagine

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Where Has Dad Gone, Mama Dear

Where has dad gone, momma dear?
Hush, my little lamb.
Your dad's gone to the thicket dear 
And mad old Abraham

That man went early this grim morn, and took his sharpened knife
And with him took his own first born, to offer up his life
With servants and with firewood, both, they journeyed to Moriah
And on the hillside there they built an altar and a fire

And Isaac, when he heard the plan, went willingly, it's odd
That he should let that daft old man, so worship his cruel god.
Your father, he was passing by, and heard but could not see
And foolishly could not deny his curiosity

So closer did your father scramble peering through the thorns
Unaware of how the brambles tangled with his horns
Just to see a crazy man who planned to kill his kin
Your father did not understand the danger he was in

For then again that mad old man started hearing voices
His god was speaking to the loon and giving him new choices
And so his plan to slay the boy came about to falter
And Abraham, he took your pa and dragged him to the altar

But that was never fair, mama, can you tell me why
When Isaac he was all prepared and well prepared to die
And all had been decided on, so what cruel trick mama
Was played upon that grand old ram, who was my own papa?

Life is not fair, my little lamb, nor is it like to change
And fate plays tricks on all of us, both sinister and strange
So you take care, my little lamb, with this advice from me 
Do not visit places where you know you should not be

The moral of this story dear, is take heed of the odds
And stay away from two-leggies worshipping their gods


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Loosing It

  < Early morning,

   Its rainy and dark,

   Quit dull,

   Cloudy and gray,

   Emotions flowing not,

   So dim and sadden,

   Stuck in a zone,

   Feeling all alone,

   Suddenly blacken,

   Now dressed in lace,

   And black satin,

   Emotions flowing all over,

   Yet still lost,

   Dazed and amazed,

   Felt crushed pancake flatten......>






Details | Fibonacci | |

Betrayal Of The Soul

.
A
Young
Mother
Rocks baby
Singing  happy song
Love in its purity bonding
Daddy slips into the arms of another woman


Details | Rhyme | |

A Tree for Life


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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Daisy




Dancing flowers plop at fullest bloom
in the rustled yellow burnt fields.
It sways an echo after the winds
and hits the grass aside who sheilds.

The dawn casts its tangerine color
after the flattery feilds of Daisies,
and a child runs the sunrays of early dawn
to pick a daisy for her Aunt Stacey.

With her white tipped finger she pricks
herself with yellow honey substance
and tickels it under her nose for scent.
She runs out the fields to her aunt in instance.

She looked at her and smiled, patted her head.
Aunt Stacey spoke, "Honey go play for awhile and I'll meet you
back in."  And the little girl ran out the door.
She put the daisy in a tiny vase where she admired it once more.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Two Old Friends

Dusty roads and fresh grass
summertime rodeos approaching fast
riding with a friend down on sandbars 

A piece of hay hanging out of his mouth
though some trapped water, out the other side
I had forgotten this wonderful life

I still see some twenty year old boy helping me up
now a sixty year old man rides in front
pointing all the changes in the last five years

I could not believe what time I lost
4 am to a cowboy is not early enough
my pants soaking wet my boots fixed

We rode on down to his dads favorite spot
to meet God when the sun comes up
we turned to face it and did not say a word

God's spirit was the only thing we heard
as earth to air, and water to fire, met in the sky
right there two old friends prayed to God



 


Details | Couplet | |

Eagles {Birds of prey}

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


Details | Haiku | |

Lightning Strikes

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


Details | Couplet | |

Armano the Auracano

Armano the Auracano of Rock Star fame
Will never be singing on his stage again

A fan. a critter, or even a possum 
Has taken his life, he will no longer blossom

He was a handsome dude, tall and preened
With shiny red rustic feathers, and did the girls scream

A newspaper reporter asked his manager Dane
It must be hard for you, as you will miss him playing

Yes i will, things will never be the same
But another star will be born, to look after his dames


Details | I do not know? | |

Freedom from the Wall

Clouds unite
they end all fight
darkness prevails
the bride with no veil
to see with no eyes
why do we despise
as the world does turn
our minds they do churn
thinking too much
my mind loses clutch
and the wall does grow
so high i cannot throw
my words at your mind
they fall short then behind
frustration sets in
as the sun goes to fin
the darkness will win
not i as this is my sin
i will glance with no stare
find the pain that is there
and the wind will be fair
as it carries my prayer
one day you will feel
what i meant to steal
as the darkness will peel
my pain from this real
communicate i cant
i try but its faint
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i turn on my pain
i cannot regain
i want to show the day
that the sun will remain
as the clouds unite
they don't end all fight
it is i that must cite
it is i that must fight
for only i can prevail
only minds can grow stale
if not used you will trail
if not used you will fail
if not seen its your grail
if not noticed your in hell
i will try to tell all
i must try to not fall
only you will be seen
in my eyes of ever clean
that the tears will one day fall
down my cheek in all glory
as they will be of not pain
but rejoice as i gain
and rejoice we shall reign
to the water of no shame
as i finally can blame
no one else for my rain
and all the world will see
it was i that was freed
it was i with no creed
that was released to bleed


Details | Couplet | |

Proud to be a Birdbrain

As I listen to the lark’s surreal melody to her mate.
I wonder does she ever feel there’s too much on her plate?

Ever beside him juggling, tediously feathering the nest,
in her discomfort struggling, incubating without rest. 

I wonder if in her daydreams does she laze as her mind lingers
in bygone days pursued by teams, of young and gallant singers?

Or does she occupy her days with tending her small brood 
not entertaining winsome ways as gaping nibs crave food?

 Does he while out a’gathering, squirming tidbits for their young,
ever give way to lathering ‘cause his work is never done?

Does his keen eye ever wander over lighter creamy breasts
allowing himself to ponder his days of youthful quests,

or does his steadfast honor seek but to gather and bring home
supper for each tiny beak never thinking once to roam?

As I hear the song bird warble, with expectancy to her mate
I’m thankful for each morsel placed in love upon my plate.

And listening to the lark refrain his bride’s devoted call,
I find being called a birdbrain the best compliment of all. 


Details | Free verse | |

Farewell


A yearling asleep 
When its mother arrived
She knew it was time
A green meadow, the best place
It was time to say farewell to her fawn
For he was a young growing buck
She wished him good luck

He would miss being 
A small spotted fawn
Who
Waits patiently for mother
While gnawing the grass
Oh, he would dearly 
Miss those wonderfully
Glorious days


Details | I do not know? | |

Freaks of Nature

Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and now are two. 
God took his hand to part the seed 
for on the earth he saw a need 
for two souls birth and not just one, 
until all work on earth was done. 
Freaks of nature we are few 
who once were one and then were two. 

Two souls did birth and took each life 
to live with love as did their Christ. 
And down life's path they each would turn, 
out on their own so they would learn. 
About man's faith and troubled ways 
and teach of love and God's true grace. 
Called freaks of nature they were few 
who once were one but lived as two. 

Their families grew and moved through life 
and ventured out beyond their sight. 
Soon knowing their job here was done 
and standing with The Shinning Son. 
As each did enter each would leave, 
as God so whispers up each breeze . 
They entered life by God's own hand 
and will return to promised land. 

As life did start and then was two 
God saw now what he was to do, 
Return the broken seed to one 
and make it whole since life was done. 
Once Freaks of nature who were few, 
returns to one, but lived as two. 

        lindadoster 



Details | I do not know? | |

VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?


Details | Limerick | |

Barefoot on the Beach

The days of Summer are here
On this beautiful earth sphere
This season of shine
The beach we do pine
Our time to appear draws near

The day we have awaited has arrived
To the seaside we carefully drive
The kids and their daddy
Singing Showaddywaddy
The excitement in us now thrives

In adventure they play on the dunes
Through the reeds the breeze plays a tune
A symphony so grand
As I'm barefoot on the sands
On this glorious sunny afternoon

For these days of Summer cheer us all
As the sounds of happy kids en-thrall
Our day is now ended
As darkness has descended
My kids and I had a ball







Details | Burlesque | |

Redneck FATHER'S DAY------

***NOTE~TO BE READ WITH A RIDICULOUS "SILKY SOUTHERN DRAWL" (have fun:)***



"Storm over yet...?"

"Well hay'ell ye'ah! 
 woo-hoo!
 sum'body git me a da'gumm cole beer.
 whadda'bou  that boy th'er?
 sum'body git him'a cole beer too!"

"Diddy! that boy ain't nothin' but 8 years old!"

"Wha'choo sayin? 
 wha'th'a?
 na'I don't give a jolly'durn, if he ain't nuttin but 8 year'owed!
 shoot! 
 'dat boy dun' sat him thr'ew a big ol', storm! 
 torna'durr warnin' too!
 he gonna have him'a cole burr;  
 on me!"
 my treat!
 mama, git him'a cole burr! 
 ro'tt now; 
 ya'here?
 besides...
 ta'days father's day!" 



© 2011  ~JSLambert Esquire

   










Details | Haiku | |

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

     Contract Delete


Details | Villanelle | |

The path of Spring

The path of Spring

I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
  Not for any love aside love of my broods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan‘s string.

I’ll be accommodating to each guest’s ring,
  Let their guitar,... their drumbeat but to my herds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.
 
I ‘ll be responsive to all willing to sing,
  If they’ll be ready to implant holy moods.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Let’s assume Easter-time is a bird with wing,
  I’ll allow it in, to sip, for my abounds.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring.

Leave me when it’s even’ of Spring-tide to swing--
  Will enjoy this moment with bests of my dudes.
 Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.

Not easily forget will the Seed-time ding,
  If truly I will stick to these charts in roads.
 I have desired to tour the path of Spring,
Call me selfish, so long it’s not my clan’s string.


Details | List | |

Words

Christmas
Tree
Christ 
Spirit
Celebrate
Season
Angel
Manger
Manger
North Star
Sheperds


Details | Rhyme | |

God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

“There is a time for each season…
To everything made…  
There is a divine reason.

A time for purpose under
 the heavens above…
A time for meaning from a God of love.

A time to be born.  A time to die…
A time to farm the ground
 under the beautiful sky.

A time to kill.  A time to heal...
A time to tear down and
 to build up with a passion and zeal 
 
A time for weeping.   A time for laughing…
A time to mourn.  A time for dancing.

A time to keep...
A time to throw away.
A time to tear.  A time to make amends today.

A time to get.  A time for losing…
A time to keep.  And to give
 away at our choosing.

A time for silence.  A time to speak…
A time for each hour
 and day of the week.

A time for love.  A time for hate…
A time for war.  A time for peace at your gate.

How will you spend the time
 God has given to you?
What is your choice?  What will you do???

May this be a time living in 
God’s purpose and design.
He created you and made 
everything beautiful in his time!

By Jim Pemberton  05/22/10
Read Eccl. 3:1-11



Details | Haiku | |

Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

<                             coniferous tree
                       playing peek a boo .... shuffle                                
                              candid smiles glisten


{ Christmas }






Entry For
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Haiku Contest
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

Two Haiku

Strokes after midnight
received a distant sad news
a swallow has flown

Watch over us dear
I kept my prayers for you
frosted in flowers


Details | Blank verse | |

Cedars of Lebanon

Tree of honor born from the cedars of Lebanon
No seed does it drop and it not know where
Absorbing the heat to provide a haven of shade
Seasons and storms cause no threat
No cutting words can perpetrate its bark
A sapling mirrors its sway in the daystar’s light
Majestic and true, august and firm
Friendly and kind always waving never wavering
Never can the seed of this produce anything but a Cedar of Lebanon


Details | Verse | |

Home of the Slaves

Land of the free
Home of the slaves
The blood, sweat and tears of my ancestors resonate
Amongst the soil where they were slain
I’m hearing their struggle
I’m feeling their pain
I can’t imagine being forced to part from my family
All for massa’s gain
So I pay homage to those who promoted change

People like every slave who tried to escape
Nat Turner, Ms Carlotta, Harriet Tubman
And the safe houses who were in accord
And peg leg Joe with his song
Follow the drinking gourd.

People like, the disregarded - those thrown overboard
And who was dismissed and defamed
The ones who were stripped of their soul, their pride, their names

The list could go on  
The full will never be told
So I pay homage to others who were bold
Like John Brown, The Freedom Riders, Sojourner Truth
Ida B Wells, Phyllis Wheatley, Maya Angelou, 
Langston Hughes and Charles Drew

George Washington Carver, Ruby Bridges
Booker T Washington and Mary McCleod Bethune
Charles Houston, Ralph Bunche, Fredrick Douglass
WEB Dubois, Paul Robeson, Ralph Abernathy
Benjamin Banneker, Marcus Garvey and Crispus Attucks
Who’s death by the way
Symbolized the American lie
You cant declare the rights of all men
While the people of African decent rights get denied
But still we rise

Thanks to Dr Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, 
The Black Panthers, the Buffalo Soldiers and Tuskegee Airmen
None who were showed any love
Yeah it’s an uphill battle, 
But obviously greatness can be done.

We can rise above this stigma 
That blacks are lazy and daunting
That our worth is null and void 
And in essence minus nothing
And of all the names mentioned 
And the greatness of their successes
No one has been able to erase the evil transgressions of a racist mind
And once you have experienced just a taste of it
It changes your perception of time
The oppression beats like the drum on the chariot
Of when it was finally time to escape to freedom
It's mine


Details | Free verse | |

On a Breezy Evening

  
A   breezy  evening,   vernal   blossoms
strewn  across  the  mountain face.
where  my  brood  and  my  kin,
we  herded  out  picnicking;
drinking  in  the  crisp  air  of   spring.

In  picnic  baskets  our  feast;
cheese  rolls,  peaches and  strawberries.                                 
Wafting   aroma   of   food  on   the   grill.

At  their  play,  running  around;
Sons  and  daughters.                      
Their  pure  joy  that  lingers. 
A  lazy  day  on  all  that  lush  green.

Whiff  of  scented  air  sifting  through  the  leaves,
from  somewhere  far  off  scattered  trees.                                 
At  the  foot  of  the  hill  there was,
of  myriad  colors a  shallow  water  pool.
... And  the  lull  waves  of  deep  blue  sea.

Under  our  sun  hats  
trimmed  with  ribbons  and  laces,                              
we  sat  back  and  lay;
soaking  up  the  divine  serenity.

Sometime  then  the  wind  grew  strong,                        
and dark  clouds  loomed  in  the  horizon.
Thrilled  kids  leapt  up high,
Floating  frisbies  caught  adrift.
Girls  exuding  their  unbridled  joy;
their long  pigtails  streaming  in  the  breeze.

An    image    vivid    in    mind,
of    hankies    flying,  
seemed  like  all   had  grown  wings white;
become    meandering    butterflies.


..    


4th place in the contest
For the contest : "Picnic Time"
Sponsored by Carol Brown.                                                 
 
        


Details | Epitaph | |

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Sentimental You

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














Details | Pastoral | |

I pray for mother

   I pray for mother 
 
	Mother!	
You could have stayed
Forever was my longing
Oh mother!
Does it really have to be you?
Mothers are too special to lose

You gave me life mother
You raised me into a man I am today
I will forever be grateful to you
Out of nothing, you gave me food
Out of nothing, you clothed me
Out of nothing, you sent me to school
Oh mother!
You were the best


In your shadow I had shade
You called me Father.
For I carried grandfather’s name
Now I understand how special I was to you
You felt grandfather in me
Who will ever call me that again?
I forbid my thoughts to go deep
For the deeper it goes, the deeper it hurts

I can still hear your voice mother
I can still see you in my dreams
You left without saying good-bye,
Were you mad at me mother?
Deep in my heart, you will always have a home
My sisters and brothers are heartbroken
They are all grown up 
But they still need you Mother

Do you still remember your grandchildren?
The youngest is not yet a year old
She will never see your beautiful smile mother
You could have waited
So she does something for you
Fetch water or call you grandmother	

We all miss you mother
It’s hard to know you are never coming back
One after another
We will join you mother
We are not afraid of death any more
For we have a place with you
God almighty will meet us someday
Then I will see you for myself again
We will talk and laugh
Just like we used too

Now you live in a far away land
We can’t change that, not even God almighty
I will teach my heart to live without you mother
Though it is hard
I will learn to miss you
I will learn to live without you
But I will never forget you
It’s the body I will never see


Your time is gone Mother
Now you live in a new world
There you will never grow old
There you will never die
I have peace in my heart
For I am reconciled by God’s mercy
My father in heaven comforted me
Now I know you are happy there
The pain I felt
The pain that tortured me
Will never torment me again
You departed with all my tears
With all my strength
With all my hope
And with all my faith
But God gave me a thousand reasons to smile
In am now back on track

Rest in peace dear mother,
It was the will of God
Who am I to question him?
I never did when you were given to me
And somehow I knew this day will come
Let his name be exalted
We meet again Mother
This I know.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Butterfly

I once was like a catipiller young,naive,and new
Always living from my heart not knowing what
else to do.Easy to take advantage of, that is 
just the case, people would walk over me
like I was their dirty used up suitcase.
Now I feel a newness coming, like a light
shining from the sky, colors fill my world
and I know I am blooming into a butterfly.
Purple,Pink, Blue and Green I can feel them
flowing through. Colors of the rainbow raising
me into full bloom. Wise and strong I am becoming
My faith leads me where I need to go giving me
insight and wiseness for only me to know.
I have not  done this on my own you see
I have been guided by God and Angels
on this Earth. Wise words the wisdom at
it's best comes from a wise lady who
seems to know me best. Lucky, I am 
to have her in my life, she always shoots
it straight and tells me like it is, knowing
her words touch my heart and gives me tons of faith..
I feel like flying through the sky or climbing 
a tree way up high. I feel like observing the 
world just like a brand new butterfly so as I
Bloom I become Anew something unlike the past
Smart and wise beautiful on the inside and outside 
 a touch of color here a touch of color there
makes me glow and become a beautiful blooming butterfly...


Written By: Christina A McCullouch 
04/09/2013


Details | Verse | |

End of the Road

At the end of the road,
Pavement expires,
Sand begins.
Sea breezes spray,
Children run,
Seagulls play,
Fish get caught,
By serious men.
Books get read,
And castles built,
While footprints fade,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Troubles suspend
Smiles replace frowns,
For an entire day.
Laughter rules,
Sunscreen applied.
Lunches consumed,
While gossip is weighed.
Sand dunes rise,
To meet the skies,
At the end of the road.

At the end of the road,
Quiet calms,
Runners breathe,
Banners fly.
Lovers dream,
Porpoise wave,
Sunshine feeds,
Clouds gently move,
Boats troll along,
Never questioning why,
For life is good,
At the end of the road.

© Michael Wegman 2014


Details | Free verse | |

Black widow murderer

Unwittingly sucked in
entangled within lifes cobwebs
poisoned wrapped and saved for later

Until satisfaction for hunger is needed
preyed upon with slow satisfaction and pride
despite the deceit and trickery of enticement

Faced with soulful persecution of honesty
reality and truth to be lost forever
whilst deceitful one is admired

Displayed devouring of specimen
No trial nor retribution, let others fall fate
alas before finished – destiny will strike

Poor black widow will choke
own untimely death from own grip of life
suffocating truths stifled now smothering


Details | Epigram | |

Alertness

Attunement at its best
Be to hell go the rest


Details | Blank verse | |

These Were Winds

At first there was no alarm; these were winds
And high prairie farms had learned to hold tight
Against gale force blizzards and tornado;
Replanting, repairing after each storm,
‘Rain Follows the Plow’, the golden promise
For European settlers flush with land,
Planting in familiar ways of home,
Trusting tradition and the land agents.
  
Dark clouds in western skies dangled promise,
Sweet, saving rain just before they vanished,
Leaving naught but crackled fields and static.
Rainmen appeared, showers promised, for cash;
Farmers paid, desperate now, this new spring,
Watching hard-earned savings sowed into clouds;
Circus planes driven by clowns peddling hope
O’er bare fields, empty barns, forsaken dreams.

These were winds, curdled harvests of heartache,
Hot summer winds, bleaching pastures, hayfields,
Blowing dusty “heys” from Oklahoma;
Bitter winter gales, driving snow upward
To dance with black Colorado topsoil.
Four years of wind blowing down future’s dream,
Delivering drought, death and foreclosure;
Desperate winds ringing funeral bells.


[I grew up on stories of the 1930’s ‘Dust Bowl’ reaching the Dakotas in the last few years 
of this devastating phenomena.  My mother’s family lost everything; my father’s family 
held on, and rebuilt.  When the winds finally abated, farming methods were modified and 
adapted to protect the topsoil, but the damage was done.  Farming would no longer be 
merely plowing up the land, seeding and expecting rain.  Farming became a risk, a hope, a 
prayer.  The strong, the faithful, the fortunate remained on the land.  The broken, the 
faint-hearted, the hopeless were swept away.]


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber



French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Of ABBAABBA and CDCDCD
Or ABBAABBA and CDECDE
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

<                             raise your glass toast to thy new year
                               recant memories close and near
                               shed thy tears for beloved that died
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky


                               new dawn is upon horizon
                               bless me "O" Lord for I have sinned 
                               basking in beauty I did cry 
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               winter spring summer and fall's theme
                               natures way of trickery schemes
                               weaving another day to try
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               ever try an moon and stars dance
                               believe me they put you in trance
                               so raise me once again Lord high
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky



                               crown jewels and mirrored fixtures settings
                               illuminates hearts strings nettings
                               ask not pass singing auld lange sye
                               ring out wild bells to the wild sky 




Entry For
Dr Ram Mehta's
Ring Out Wild Bells
To The Wild Sky
Kyeriell Contest
G.L. All                             


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Rain and Wind

The wind blew events all over the place.
Intense emotions and it gave chase.
Lightning lighting to show us the sky.
People try to sleep and not cry.
Wisping by the wind keeps us awake.
The time trying to sleep the storms take.
Chills in everyone gives all shiver.
The clouds surrounded by moonlight is silver.
Heavenly prayers that the rain will stop.
The flood stopped a car the person in it was a cop.
People have seen such devastation.
The road that people made was week in creation.
Rivers near by was over flowing.
Trees that were there was not showing.
By the hour it claimed many.
My father woke up and did not see any.
Floating by was a boat.
Keeping people above water and a float.
My father kept a canoe.  
That some day we would use it, that he knew.
Time to paddle up and down the street.
The rain water kept getting on our seat.
It was so dark after the moon was behind the cloud.
Still the noise of thunder still covered the ears loud.
The smell of moist water never seem to go away.
My brothers seem to still sleep anyway.
My head was bobbing up and down.
I was so tired that I could not hear a sound.
The wind blew back and fourth.
It seems that my mom and dad paddle their worth.
Till all the people we saw with grace.
Help us out with embrace.
The time was so late at night.
Everyone was so sleepy and losing sight.
The fight with the weather was so hectic.
The feelings of energy was electric.
Losing to such natural disaster is hard to understand.
When people working hard to block the river with bags of sand.
With hard workers like my mom and dad.
They make things happen that is not bad.
Rough with weather they experience more than ever.
Leaders they are they are very clever.
From the night light of street lights to the morning glow.
The wind did not stop so.
Bringing in more clouds that ill.
The people who were still tired still had will.
The rush of water and waves blasting push the wall side.
Pushing and the force brought water inside.
The battle of our hour was getting long.
Backup people came to aid us was strong.
Rested they were to keep everyone with hope.
The people stopped the water with the strength of rope.
Heavy rain and loss of homes bring people together.
It is kind of sad that this was the only time to gather.
Chaos comes happiness how true.
This is why we are human that gives us a clue.
It is our nature to keep rain falling.
To know when it is time for our calling.
The winds bring such pain and sorrow.
That is why rain sometimes fallow.








Details | 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 | Lyric | |

Envy

A day in the country

I went to the country
To see my Bro's Land
I saw he had worked hard
His land looked so grand
For a second this envy
It tapped on my soul
But then I looked deeper
Saw things as a whole!

I looked at his features
All the lines on his face
Not character lines
Those lines that add grace
Just sad saggy lines
From worry and stress
There was naught in his manner
That read happiness.

I’m a loser to his type
I have no ambition
I live for today
He lives for his mission
But I have a smile
And a generous heart
While he, how I see him
Is a grumpy old fart.

10 August 2013 @ 1700hrs


Details | Couplet | |

A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Ottava rima | |

Loves of a Summer Day

The sunlight shimmers in the meadow fair,
As blades of grass embrace a newborn fawn.
Proud blue jays’ shrieking permeates the air.
And tree frogs thither serenade the dawn.
Young squirrels flounce with acrobatic flare. 
The children watch; delight hears laughter spawn.
Perfection painted by the master’s hand.
A prayerful soul finds peace amid the land.

© June 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Form: Ottava Rima 

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: ANY 2,4,6 OR 8 LINE FORM 	
Sponsored by: Brian Strand


Details | Couplet | |

Where does the Time go

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


Details | Couplet | |

For What We Seek

In early dawn‘s crisp air, we journey forth with evanescent hope as we head north. We watch for what we seek. A *golden-eye glides overheard in blue of winter’s sky. We bear the cold as we trudge through the snow. Sometimes we stop for rest; then on we go. We spy a stream that now has turned to ice, and there it stands in pristine paradise. . . . Perfection! It’s exquisite, straight, and tall; without a doubt, the one that we will haul back home, where those we love wait eagerly To deck the lush green limbs of this year’s tree!
*golden-eye is a type of sea duck that can live in northern US and in Canada. For Francine Roberts' A Winter Couplet Poetry Contest My theme is #2: A Winter's Walk


Details | Rhyme | |

Oh! Humanity,

Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve completely lost your sanity.
 
Did you forget how to grow?
Every one of you was planted row by row.
Did your heavenly Father not nurture you with love?
Did He not make the rains fall from up above?
Oh where is your heart?
Who gave you your first start?
 
Oh! Humanity,
What vanity!
 
Oh! Humanity,
What profanity!
 
Daylight hours just wash ashore,
With simple lives from once before!
Have you forgotten your heavenly Mother?
And what about your heavenly Brother?
Where is your Godforsaken mind?
What happened to being loving and kind?
 
Oh! Humanity,
How you’ve provoked such a calamity!
 
 
® Registered: Ann Rich   2006
 
 


Details | Sonnet | |

True to life


Get-go scrupulous attention, 
live to cornucopia,
Coherence in familial bonds 
must ever stay,
Romantic evening is 
reminiscent of happier times,
Are the ones standing by you 
on your final day!

Guileless life, a battlefield of 
every Titan,
For evolution of the race, you 
ought to play,
Contentious hard work makes 
it iridescent,
Hypothecate moulding for 
betterment as if in clay!

Sun gifted you its brightest 
sunshine,
Fragrance added through each 
breathful air,
Brew your friends well for a 
perfect wine,
Appreciate nature add up to a 
day's debonair!!

Life is fugacious yet addicting, 
its secrets camouflage,
Adopt blithesome attitude, 
risible for a hearty laugh !!


Written by - Dr Upma Sharma
Contest name- Take two
Sponsor- Nette onclaud
On 03/4/14

Previously entered into 
Shakespearian Sonnet competition 
sponsored by Karen Puff,
Written actually on 26/1/14

















Details | Couplet | |

Gold Fish and The Frog

There was a Goldfish who thought he was a shark.
He kept biting the lily pad of a Monk Frog.
Behave said the frog, for you are no shark.
I can if I want, said the goldfish, if you are a Monk.

The goldfish kept attacking the lily pad with ardor and spunk.
He wouldn’t be gainsaid on being a shark.
As the Frog studied relentlessly to become what was wont.
Neither one believing the other… could become what he did want.

Now along came a snake to eat the monk frog on his ark.
But to him… this lily pad was sacred, and he didn’t want to disembark.
So the goldfish attached a leaf to stand straight up on his back…
And as he bit the snake’s tail the frog hollered SHARK!
 
Pandemonium ensued as the frightened snake did run off…
Thinking it’s better to be safe, than as some one else’s dinner doffed.
So some how, together they both became what they did want.
Living happily ever after, as friends in that great lily pond.

The moral my friend is you can be whatever you want.
Still, don’t stop as the path becomes hard, that you sought…
For if a gold fish can become a shark… and a Frog a Monk…
Then with work and friends made… you can become whatever you want.


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Look Memaw

Look Memaw!

I went outside when my grandson called me.
Down the wheelchair ramp I walked while looking.
I glanced all around, left and right, searching.
Then, I heard it, his wee small voice saying,
“Look, Memaw, I am up here in the tree!”
To my surprise, I had to look way up.
Not ten feet, not twenty feet, thirty feet –
Yes, tiny as he is, he climbed that high.
Afraid to show alarm, that he might fall.
I laughed and said, “What are you, my primate?”
“What’s a primate?” he asked curiously.
“A monkey, a primate is a monkey.”
After I responded, he replied, “No.”
With great pride, adding, “I am a tree frog.”

© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen



© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Narratives Free Poetry 
Sponsor	Catie Lindsey


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Spirituals and Drums

My ancestors walking in the night
using oil lights and moonlight for guides
while being instructed to Wade in the Water
to camouflage their scents like disguise

The Sweet Chariot awaited 
so they could ride away
Harriet was a soldier
and it wasn't an option to be caught during the day
That's the same mentality Nat Turner had when he sang
Steal Away

They would follow the drinking gourd
so all were in accord to go north
The Gospel Train was coming
and at the end of the journey
was a fine reward
Freedom was coming
and it was a long time coming and
they walked until they heard freedom bells ringing
and I still hear their tired footsteps running

Thinking of My Darling Nelly Gray
Stolen from my arms a random September day
and eliminated our chances to run away together
No family ties, no love, no strength says the oppressor

Then I hear the drums beat in the darkness
giving me the hope of finally being free
Maybe I'll follow them this time on faith
on bended knee
There must be a place for me among the light
of this darkness
Among oppression, thieves, evil-doers
no thought on their conscience

Thank goodness for the safe houses that
supported our traveled distances
and for the conductors who bore witnesses
and may God have mercy on the souls who
were against this
and on those who chose to forget this sh@!

I still hear crying in quilts of safety 
because I know that the burden was heavy
to be at the mercy of nature and patrol men
catching run-away slaves for money
Some did it bare feet with freedom ahead of this
loved induced journey and they made it
So all that bull about how your life is hard
just stuff it in an envelope and save it



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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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The Puppy

The puppy’s eyes were huge and sad.
His tail a drum did beat within my head.
His whimper a sound from which I could not part.
His posture defeated struck upon my heart. 
His expectations high. His whimpers slow. 
Within his cage he lays submissively low.
I could not walk away when invited in by eyes so bright.
I reached low to scratch his ears and touch his head so light.
Upon my hand he did drool, as his tongue did lick to know.
Then he held me in his mouth so tight as not to let me go.
A connection felt, a gentle hand, a belly rub a treat.
I knew to hold him close- my heart made whole again would beat.
Forever mine whispered in my ear. I could not let him go.
Unconditional love to feel- I could not look away, so
Our heart beat once- then twice again in unison unique.
Without a doubt- one way to go- my heart does tightly seek. 
I know to take him home- my life would be so sweet.
One dog has died. Now another found. My life continues still.
New hopes and dreams- to home we go as life proclaims its’ fill.
But his friend sits shivering, as we prepare to leave.
My heart grows suddenly still. To look, to see, my heart to believe
One is good, but two is best- two hearts my love can shield.
Toward my home we turn again- three hearts to joyfully yield.
Once a house- now a home we will successfully build.
So if a shelter you do pass, stop a moment to see…
Perhaps a loved one waits inside, if a loving home you have a need...


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Mothers Day

Mothers are the best 
They are like a test
They are very loving 
They like a flower budding
The treat us like a fest.


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Snowy Delight or Fright

Snow of delight or snow of fright?
Bringing forth a world of wintry white.
Children sled and play nor matter it night or day.

In its pleasures they do delight.
Spreading limbs wind up and down.
An angel’s wings flying without a sound.

Rolling giant balls of powder.
The children laugh a little louder.
Even though, they sometimes flounder.

Snow of delight for them.
Snow of fright for some men.
As they shovel the snow again and again.

Canine friends tunnel their way.
A lost one looking for the light of day.
Wishing for a warmer place to play.

Bending the branches of my favorite evergreen.
How far can they stand to lean?
Will it be nice or mean to my evergreen?

How might your scene unfold?
Did it make you shiver in the cold?
Is it a delight or fright to behold?


Richard J. Long (February, 2010)
Inspired by Snow apocalypse


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THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

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


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


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


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


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The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

Oh how she hides behind that shell
Lets no one see her feelings
She’s practical in everything
But those feelings have her reeling
She’s sensitive, and hurt easy
And her moods they be so many
And yet she has not one bad bone
Malice, she has not any.

She be the one for queen and country
Digs into history
She’s always loyal to her kin
She loves her family
She’ll protect them with her life
Don’t no one touch her man!!!
She has a brilliant memory
And she’ll get you when she can.

Her mother, she loves very much
But her children more than that
Wherever there be family
That’s where she would be at
And how she loves to entertain
And cook delicious food
And always she will be a mother
In her heart will be her brood

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


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A Gift Of Live Plants

The greatest gift sixteen new plants
Red-Tip Photinias those transplants
My children contributed funds
Husband and children dug in grounds
Vision_ something to pass descendants

Their beauty was one of constants
They caught disease an accident
In my memory they still stand.
The greatest gift,
Came down with a fatal ailment

Those Red-Tips were greatest accent
In winter they helped block north winds
Were more valuable than diamonds
Those Red-Tips, but to fire went
The greatest gift.

Contest:Gifts given, Gifts received. A Rondeau
Sponsor: Cyndi MacMillan

Click on "About This Poem"


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----------------------- Zenith's Blizzard------------------------


Alignments Boldly Cultivating Dimensional Effervescence, Familiar Grey Highlights, Illuminating Joyful Kingdom, Luxurious Mecca, Nimbus Orbs Penetrating Quixotic, Revealing Snowflakes Tranquil, Universal Vantage, Winter Xanadu, Yielding  Zenith  




~~~Entry for Yasmin Khan
~~~~Contest Name: SNOW
~~~~~~ABC Form  (nature)


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Earth Angel

From the moment that I met you,
As I gazed upon your eyes,
I was overwhelmed with comfort,
As I began to realize,
That you are my soul mate,
You balance me out,
That you’re the yin to my yang,
In my mind there’s no doubt,
So I share with you this poem,
To express my emotions,
For you as a person,
They’re as deep as earths oceans,
An earth angel in spirit,
You're living in the light,
You give power unto others,
Through knowledgeable insight,
You’re a beautiful person,
Your hearts filled with love,
You’ve the mind of a goddess,
Intentions pure as doves,
Your figure is as gorgeous,
As the moon and the stars,
You motivate others,
To seek out whom they are,
Your aura shines vibrant,
Your smiles gleam bright,
The advice that you give,
It reflects divine light,
If the whole world could meet you,
They'd begin to believe,
That through thinking divinely,
True beauty is achieved.

Copyright © 2009 Zachary Jackson


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time

As Time Goes By 

Each grain of sand 
On the waste of Sahara
Is a word spoken
A lover´s whisper
A story told and 
A song sung.
And now lizards and
Snakes burrow under 
The sand to
Escape the fierce sun. 


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Budding beauty

Age of purity and innocence,
this time of change
meets a blooming maturity
Fulfilling form, stylising figure;
nature produces fine specimen
A time to play with hair and fashion
To perfect beauty, 
applying make-up and perfumes
Bringing forth fresh radiance
Changing mood and attitude
A young lady, pleasing to the eye
stands before mankind
A budding beauty
ready to take on new life style
To seek, settle, nurture,
or give her all to career
Go-getter or jet-setter
her presence is felt near


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Firefall

A winding road, up through the trees, finds California gold
The heart will race, and breath escapes, to see this land unfold
Dad cherished, still, his boyhood home, a wonderland he knew
A home he knew so long ago, but never quite outgrew
Our family albums back at home, held pictures of those years
When Gramps had been a mountain guide, my heritage is here

When summer came and school was done,..our family couldn't wait
To camp, explore, and marvel on, this jewel at Heaven's gate
No picture, song, or poetry, prepared astonished eyes
The valley called Yosemite, invited pure delight 

Hidden in the canyons of Sierra's mountain glade
Immortal is a valley, which was carved by glacier's blade
Winter melts to spring, quenching lakes and giant trees
Dogwoods lace the forest floor, azaleas scent the breeze
Redwoods dig their roots between the stones that reach the sky
Earth and sky meet hand in hand, where eagles nest and fly

The Bridal falls, the granite faces, we stuttered to describe
The meadows green, the mirrored lakes, Ahwahnee lodge resides..
The Mercy River cools the brow, in awe of what surrounds
Embrace the peace as evening falls, that mummers nature's sounds

El Capitan, and Half Dome seem to reach the stars so high
Reflect upon old stories told of fire in the sky
A fire built upon the cliffs, then sounds of ancient cries
A call from down below would rise,... would echo from above
And rocks would pour a flaming veil, and spill a song of love
The call of love, from tribes that roamed, a hundred years ago

Days long ago, my childhood eyes, were dazzled under stars
We'd sit around the campfire light, Dad would sing and play guitar
We looked upon the granite face of Half Dome overhead
And watch the burning embers fall, and hear a song so sad
A native song still fills the dark, within the heart of me
A place where soft light still cascades, and Daddy sang to me



................................................................................................................................
A look at Yosemite firefalls.....http://firefall.info


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Angels and Doves

A snow white dove flew over  the  house of  pain,
Inside the woman's agony grew as her tears rained,
Her husband and family tried to help her through,
But a broken neck is hard to bear as her pain grew.

Angels flew into the  window, whispering words to help
As the family dog excitedly began to yelp,
The angels said she would be safe in her husband's arms-
And his great love would keep her  safe from  all harm.

The dove cooed brightly outside the window pane
While nibbling slowly on the blowing grain,
Children and grandchildren gathered 'round her bed,
In prayer and weeping, they bowed their heads.

Pure love flowed  from them to the lady fair
As they thought of the joy felt in her loving care,
The angels flew in often with touch so light
That  our lady knew she would soon be all right.


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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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Nature's Single Dad - The Australian Emu 2 THE DAYS CONTINUE

NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU

The next sixteen months:

CRR-ACK ~ “That’s loud,” he exclaims getting up on his legs, so knobbly and thin.
He looks down to the ground, 
where he first heard the sound,     
and says, “Now it’s your turn to begin.”

Hours go by, as each little chick tries to break free of its protective cover.
They all work their way, 
throughout the long day, 
then all greet their father-come-mother.

For his new family he breaks the last shell. To his fluffy striped chicks, he’s their mother.
As they grow older under Dad’s shoulder 
he will nurture, each sister and brother.

In time, they will leave his home on the dance floor; a single dad, with chicks he will roam.
With high steps he will prance. 
They will learn every dance 
for survival, before he goes home.

With the changing seasons, Emund finds reasons to leave his young chicks on their own
Others join with his brood 
now there’s plenty of food,
Emund turns and again, he’s alone.

Not taking the chance of being late for the dance Emund picks up his speed on the track.
They won’t meet at his gate 
if he gets home too late 
to dance to the rhythms of the outback.

The Australian Emu; one of Natures' Single Dads worthy of a mention for the survival of the species in the extremes of the outback.




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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.


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Forest Morning Camping Relief

Tue Apr 05, 2011 11:51 pm 

                                  Forest Morning Camping Relief 

Tall oak tree with mighty arms reaching up 

early morn darkness breaks with gentle ease 

Nature explodes overflowing its earthy cup 

awakening all even the sleepy 'ole trees 

  

Birds chirping well before this silent dawn 

small critters creeping all about 

To the beauty of this one must be drawn 

flowing stream filled with colorful rainbow trout 

  

Sun's early rays tingle my morning thirst 

gather the wood while looking around 

A breakfast fire and dark, hot coffee first 

Later exploration of this unknown forested ground 

  

Day is over , the Sun rests just over the hills 

a journey of all nature's treasures taken 

Happily found with nature lover's surprising thrills 

Precious memories gathered , joys never forsaken 

  

Weekend camping now a done deed 

plans for another long forested trek 

Pondered to simply sow the seed 

Of relief from life's exhausting little wreck....--Robert Lindley


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Hush Now { Tanka X Three }

<     falls bright foliage
reflects own mirrored images 
       off motionless lake
clusters of billowing white
filter from chimmeny's home stacks

                                                                                                                                      
red gold brown and green
illuminating snapshots
etched in minds own eye
transferred to painting canvass
under moon's and stars dance theme



the winds of gallows
taunt not the sleeping forest
with your shivery 
hush hush this one silent night
don't wake the sleeping giant 



Entry For 
Amy Green's
Enchantment Of Fall's
Tanka A Moment
G.L. All


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Sansai

hidden in the woods
the last of winter melting
where fiddleheads grow -
it will be lonelier here
harvesting these without Dad




March 22, 2014


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Garage sell Poetically

If I could sell away some baggage
Tears and fears would be first to list

My hubbies lackadaisacal attitude
My sore joints and perfectionist tendencies

My son's messiness and lack of sage
Clutter and papers need not exist

Inheritance clutter has in'eptitude
Weighing heavy on my thoughts

For the contest by SKAT
9/6/12


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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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Thanksgiving Family Tradition

My sons eyes opened wide, 

when I pulled on the slide,

 on the airplanes opening door partition, 

I had took the time, 

without being sublime,

 to explain the Reith Family's Thanksgiving tradition, 

Maybe he had thought it pure jest,

 his bulging eyes processed, 

as his parachute opened, he wore a look of derision,

 His body had spun, 

his look registered stunned, 

like this was some kind of unreasonable decision,

 It was expected of the youngest born,

 before Thanksgiving morn, 

to bring back from the nearest forest, a bird,

 after a mighty and fierce war, 

with piles of blood spilled galore, 

he registered a look,

 that I mistook, 

as if my demands were patently absurd, 

After the last desperate howl, 

of the game but defeated fowl, 

he would drag the beast back to where we were living, 

and as hard as he was able, 

slam it down on the dinner table,

 and holler loudly, "To all a  Happy Thanksgiving"!


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WOMEN

Where I come from
Women are morale formed
Symbol of sanity
In a world of insanity
Mother Nature in personified
Mother to old and young alike
Better half of a man 
A man ages above her
To be better, she is submissive
Submission, made possible by respect
Through the ages gaps the respect becomes natural

To love a man ages younger is unnatural
Therefore unwomanly, though women are blameless
Blinded by the illusion of sexual expressionism
And freedom which is not needed
With the presumed weakness, comes the strength
The strength that is fast eluding us

You don’t have to be men women
Because we men are jealous of women
For they always stoop to conquer
Who ever said age is just a number lied
Age substitutes wisdom and experience
Nature made it so and nature is woman
 


Offor Ujunwa
on the contest- Cougar Effect


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Melamine And The Future

How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL,
And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips???

What’s next then?

The twinkling of a star turning into cliché,
Repeated only in nursery rhymes?

Memories of long walks drowned by the ever turning,
Wheel s of cold, metallic and unfeeling cars?

The Lover’s Moon losing its magic,
Against all of electronic medias?

Bill’s words fading to echoes of classroom walls vandalized,
By students apathetic  of Romeo and Juliet’s tragic lives?

The aroma of home cooked meals forever gone from,
Refurbished houses whose kitchen’s gravitas are nuke boxes (and limp pastas)?

Damp “Homes” generally viewed by all as dumping grounds
For graying (former) loved ones seen as burdens?

Many more young lasses cramming fingers against throats,
In pursuit of vanity and skeletal perception of beauty?

Stock market denizens hurling their bodies against speeding trains?

Green and be-heroed paper bills overrated,
Against all other of life’s simple joys? 

How many still remembers…

That plants cure and most meds packaged in fancy boxes,
Are miracles drawn by roots from the humble earth?

That the most sure fire way of treating boo boos,
Is TLC to the umpteenth level?

That even though a day’s good job brings satisfaction,
It can never compare to a loved ones approbation?

That one can never get enough of kids’ hugs and kisses?


Indeed…

It will really be a future oh so bleak,

When humanity’s mind- to simple but powerful truths,

Becomes weak…
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When mankind forgets the true value of NATURE and NURTURE, we will surely forget to 
define our humanity! There's tons more of examples why and how this is happening. If you 
can add up, I'll put them up there! Thanks! 


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Circle of Gathering

Communal spirits rise into the air
Cautious of the white rabbits stare

Circle is the frame of choice
while laughter is the authentic voice

Curtains of white move with flair
taking on shapes an eagle, snake, or a bear

Clamoring for the right place
little ones realize a roasting pace

Cooking white clouds to brown or black
looking like a cumulonimbus stack

Curious stories are told to one another
unwinding witty tales to someone like your brother

Crackling noises fill the dark air
driving away thoughts of despair

Contented spirits embrace the night
glowing embers fade from sight

By: Richard J. Long - September 2012


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Farmer's cradle

Farmer plowed the soil
In green field’s
Sow grow in fruity
Duty is finished
Finally he will sound sleep—

Haiku (hokku) Form

By: lena
lie
25/9/07


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When all of nature weeps

Tears too late to regenerate
and all because we acted too late
Future generations will face decline
If we continue to be ignorant to every sign

Ozone has odor like chlorine bleach
Its now to stop now to teach
For exposure produces headaches, burning eyes
irritated respiratory passages, asthmatic sighs

All of nature in decline
Don’t waste water treat it like wine
Be careful that you sort your rubbish
Recycle everything we publish

What you buy is important too
As is how much liquid flushes down the loo
Then the factories where the ‘stuffs’ produced
need reduce the smog that they’ve induced

Stop pollution at its source
And where possible walk of course
Or otherwise lets travel together
Protect our plants, trees and our weather


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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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LOVE - HAIKU

Love is as love does Peace begets peace; happy day Unconditional


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The Cremation of My Uncle- 2

When his truck met
with nature so pure,
Did he know his time
was coming to an end?

Basic elements of life
taught each day
not to think twice.
Giving humans oxygen,
yet encouraging a raging fire,
just ordinary trees.
Did he know they would 
cut his time short?

A cremation vault so sacred
destroys our lives.
It put him in a vase
rather than a box.
Does he know now
that he has come
to an end?

-Caroline Youngless


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A Bondage To Work

Work, work, work, 
bare back down, 
across the boardwalk,
to the bone, I walk, 
which brings These days 
of slavery, but now BeHeads,
my flesh, to survive, 
Countless nights, 
no sleep, To rest my eyelids, or head,
though It's kept me from, lack
Of retirement, I no Beg, No More,
Touching, doors, to my,
peaceful home,Tis thee way, 
of pride, I betroth Of supporting, 
beloved ones, who Await my 
Return, for them, I do
because there's Nothing more, 
I'd like to see, than A smile, or 
A warm greeting, home, as
my wife, stands beside me,
Where Children play, I catch 
Width,Hand out,and arms extended,
Waiting, For their hugs with A smile,
HURRAY Daddy's Home, at last I say,
Another day, Bites the dust, 
back to work tomorrows, I go,
Paying mortgage to its bitter end,
As my obligation, I have A bondage,
To work, I pray my lord, protects, with
Constant blessings, for he is the guidance,
That holds it altogether...



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Armageddon Pt 1

It's bout to get worse
It was written in the verse
The truth hurts
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

When the time comes
No one's gonna hold up a sign
saying it's time to "get right"
It's gone come like a thief in the night!
Blowin' up and wreckin ish!
The war you want is the war you gone get
It was written before our time
We keep looking at the signs
manifest before our very eyes
constantly denying our right
to be one of the meek ones of our time
ARMAGEDDEON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

We're at the end of what used to be existence
Every super power will answer to a higher power 
so pray repentence
The time is closer than any distance
From Washington to Obama
No one will escape the wrath!
Hope you choose the right path!
Narrow is the gate of the righteous tracks
that are imprented on the mind of the omnipotent one
Will you be spared life on earth with the meek ones
and accurately take in knowledge of his son?
OR will you perish in the dust
never to be awakened again?
No consciousness of sin
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED!

It's in the verses
Read it, see it, live it, rehearse it
You see the times changing
You see the minds fading
You see the world and how messed up it is
You see that nigga satan and his curses!
I pray to have a chance to live a beautiful paradise on earth like it say in the verses!
ARMAGEDDON WILL NOT BE TELEVISED

YOU HAVE OFFICIALLY BEEN WARNED


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Nature's Lesson For Parents

I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell

Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest

I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain

Then I remembered someone said
The chick must struggle on its own 
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown

I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry

There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly




*I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this after reading Evrod Samuel's
TOO MUCH LOVE CAN KILL


john beharry, Any poem/Any form - for new poets of soup, 12/1/2013


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Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


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Cold Journey

The old draught horse with weary hooves will slog
through wet snow pulling hard and breathing fog

and he glides still near farms and fields where we
dream warm of home and fireside's reverie

The motion lulls--my anxious thoughts depart.
We wander, but we know the way by heart

For I was caught by night, but moonlight shines
o'er hoarfrost-painted flowers on the pines 

It's nearly silent, daylight's din is gone
save padding fox feet, snow break, night bird’s song

Far down the path I know where you will wait
with arms outstretched to draw me through the gate


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Safely Home

.
                                           Morning drive
                                        Dark, scary,arrive
                             Relief, going home early sunrise
                    Red on the horizon looking to eastern skies
                  Now no clouds or impurities that could disguise
                           As I bid grandson loving shaloam
                                  On the road again roam
                                           Safely Home




(Trois Par Huit is not on the list..
Entered as Rhyme>>)
(My grandson who lives with
me has gone to work..I am
having to transport him..It
is dark when I leave home
every morning..)


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noritake haiku

in spring she whispers a sip of shinto sun wen lotus sways below cobalt sky a thought of sobo pink cherry blossom's swirl the porcelain plate hands folded in prayer _______________________________________________________ Sobo- Grandmother Shinto- All Nature / Worship / Ancestors / Spirit / Belief / Sacred Power Noritake Cobalt / Piled 3-high / A Sip Saki or Sake' then passed / Three Three Nine / A Geisha gets her name / Shinto


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Grace of Thee

To hold, as 'twere, the mirror up to nature
Not of humanity’s forethought.
Standing, shading my spirit sought.
Secure friend, mystical nurture,
Bold, vivid leaves shall not murmur,
Spring blossoms of leaves reddish hot,
Solemn red maple, all for naught,
Cherished sight, spreading lush fervor,


Upon our mountains, seen for miles,
Flaunting in wooded venues,
Staged forward in natures play,
Red maples bold posture beguiles.
Dressed for seasons in no recluse,
I behold her scarlet display.

written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~ 
Contest Name The Tree 


written by
Cecil Hickman

Date written
04/20/2011 © ®


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Breaking Dawn


Of
Divine 
Glory
Pure and Holy
Born 
From above
Child 
Of God
Born 
Of a virgin
Born 
As man
You 
Alone
Bore 
All sorrow
Wiped away
All 
Sin stain
Then gave us –
Your 
Holy Name
The 
SON
Has
 RISEN
And 
Sheds 
His light 
For 
All 
To see
The 
Breaking Dawn


© Brenda V Northeast 28th march 2012


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A Nature Walk

Stop for a moment, to only admire The wondrous, warm world, where I do reside; These gigantic trees do serve to inspire, Notice the beauty, with nothing to hide. The golden orb shines through neon-clear leaves, From the canopy falls a single drop Of dew that is unstirred by any breeze, landing on my palm with a tiny 'plop'. Next is the meadow, so spacious and fair, Filled with daffodils, and fat buzzing bees. This fantastic scene, tends Nature with care, Yet Home must I go, now back to the trees, For with this family, I must be sure, Found at Home to make a nice, hot breakfast, Since my love for them, is ever so pure, So I bid farewell, as I'm Home at last.


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Butterflies

I gaze into your eyes, and all I 
see is the nature of beauty, 
through A glassed world,where your 
world has become the green 
pastures, of peddling flowers, 
that seep deep with in my soils 
depth, to strengthen and water, 
Upon this land, as we build this
structured n' sturdy home, In A
guidance of our Lord at hand, 
where the tree of life can grow, 
through us, and our children, 
As they sprout into butterflies, 
straight from the cocoon, nest
freely, I can say we are that 
one of A kind, genuine family, 
everyone adores....

Entered in contest: Viewing Life Through A Lens
Sponsored by; Sandy Ivy Davis


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Gift Of Mortality

An earthly existence
A universe beyond my minds, comprehension
I die
I rise
Life lessons reviewed
Homeward bound
I am not lost, after all!
I am a willing participant
Serving, the Father, of all creation
His son combined, ‘producing life’ as we know it
Representing them, in everything I do
I am nothing, without Love!
My heart full of faith, loyal service I give
Learning how to unconditionally serve, as the Father unconditionally, loves me
Worshipping our Divine Creator’s existence
Choosing to live, moment to moment
Being as one with ‘Our Universal Father’
No physical permanency
My physicality, disappearing
My mortality existence, I let go of
Death temporary
My spirit alive!
Relief, Peace
‘I am only passing through!’
A unique, experience of mortality 
A gift, I am blessed to experience, to live!


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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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Do you like Pigeons Dad

‘Do you like Pigeons Dad’

“Oh No”

‘But Why?’

“They’re scummy things
They’re Rats with wings
They’re vermin of the sky”

‘That can’t be right Dad’

“It is”

‘How So?’

“They pilfer seed
They breed at speed
And harbour disease you know”

‘Are you sure dad’

“Oh Yes”

‘Since when?’

“Since the Rock Pigeon flew
And ended up in a stew
Since their domestication by men”

‘But I like Pigeons Dad’

“I know
You do”

‘I like how they sing
I like the shape of their wing
So you should like them too’

“But I don’t like Pigeons Son.
Not now.
Not ever.
Their walk is bizarre,
They crap on my car
And they’re really not that clever”

'But Daaaad…

...they wake me in the morning,
With their delightful coo,
Their plumage is wonderful - an iridescent blue.
They look good in the garden Dad
They don’t make such a mess
Do you like Pigeons Dad?’

…“Yes”



[This poem was the result of being asked this question many, many, many times by my son. My son is on the autistic spectrum - he has Asperger's Syndrome to give the official diagnosis. He is a lovely human being & I love him dearly. But one of his most irritating traits, is the fact that he asks the same questions continuously all day every day. No matter how you respond, the same question will be posed minutes later. Currently and for at least the last 2 to 3 years: 'Do you like pigeons daddy?' is his favourite/most frequently asked question. Now that you know that, perhaps you can really feel the exasperation in that final ..."Yes"]


Details | Senryu | |

His Majesty

<                                                symbolic ~ icon
                                     representing .... Red ~ White ~ Blue
                                         the ~ Great    ~       Bald .....  Eagle










Tribute To
The Bald Eagle


Details | Free verse | |

A delicious day

Sifting warm sand 
through my fingers
lustrous fine grains 
glitter my palm.
Soothed
by the soft powdery touch,
I sit for a while 
under the rocks
My bare feet 
swirl patterns in the sand
as I 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
warnings
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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Short Time On The Porch

As the crickets sing flooding, saturating my being__enveloped I am in sound and moist 
air..In the sky ballet figure dances dressed in very tight white leotard bounding across 
the stage, leaping into mid-air with a whole troop dressed in pink pastel costumes on 
back of the stage..The music crescendos swellinng to the final jump then the sun's tip 
comes up over the horizon..Life moves on and the day's work begins..Grateful I am for the 
few minutes on the porch..


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Cinco De Mayo

 Packed a picnic for the middle of the night,
sandwiches,chocolet stawberrys , liqueur taste just right,
 Smoke a lil sumthin to make us feel so light,
My baby sister here, we can never feel so tight,
 One candle burning flickering just right,
Here with our loves, the moon shines so bight,

 We walk through the trails, to stretch our legs and feel the air,
we get so spooked we run back feeling fear,
 We laugh out loud to clear the air,
 Enjoy this time from here to there,
Cinco de mayo is outa sight,

We love each other all so right.


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The View Backyard

57577 tanka

Contest:The  View (of my yard)
Sponsor:  Francine Roberts

Written by Doris Culverhouse

Nature's view changes
Familiarity seen
Birds and deer tasting
All of my precious flowers
Attacked like the evil one

Dad's barn and garden
Wayne's great carved flower beds
The tractor and shed 
Always steady, strong present
Workers, lovers of the land

Dedicated to my Dad and Hubby!!


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On Brighton Beach

Tents of various colours in parade across the sands
It's summer time in Brighton as the sun beams down so grand

Families too many to mention, on blanketed abound
Whilst laughter resonates from the children all around

Even nature has her say as the waves caress the shore
Just like yesterday, and so many years before

Gliding terns and seagulls grace the thermal flow
As they anticipate the pickings that present them down below

Rock pools gather attraction, a learning call for the young
Explained by thoughtful parents, of how we all began

Sails of shapes and sizes appear against the blues
Boats and ships aplenty in sailing tacking cruise

My day now nears it's end, on this wonderful Brighton Beach
So many joys surround me, I'm so thankful their in my reach


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Embryo

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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SELENE

Let your warm kisses fall upon me always,
o beautiful goddess of the luminous moon...
as I'll be sleeping under your moon rays.


Wasn't I Endymion one of your passionate lovers?
I appeased your desires as you lit up the dark night... 
and wasn't it because you seduced me with pretty smiles?


Let your warm kisses fall upon me always,
and 'though these manly hands can't touch you... 
I will feel you breathing into my lungs to give me thrills. 


Selene, ride across the immense, starry firmament
as your chariot is drawn by the white horses of Zeus,
never awaken me...inebriate me with your midnight scent. 


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Oncloud's contest,
" In The Mood Of Imagery " "


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Autumn in the Moselle Valley

Ripe, plump sun kissed fruit

Luscious grapes, plum cherry hues

Sipping sweet red wine


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Standing Tall

High above the ground I am towering
It is life down below that I bring
The wind blows, my leaves taking wing
Beside my large mass rests a mere sapling

The sun is new, through the clouds break
Bright rays of light cause me to wake
The day held before I forsake
The future is something I’m ready to make

The life that I breathe is brought by light
It is time that I ought to fight
To write this poem, it took dear time
But through and through it began to rhyme


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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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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












http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-5.php



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Rescue Operation

Mother used her third arm
for most everything,
her all-around solution
for problem solving.
Once, she used it to save
the life of a common toad.

The snake was guilty 
of nothing more than a move
to assuage his hunger. He soon 
fell victim to Mother's expertise
in wielding a hoe. As he slithered
along the cotton row, she chopped
him in two pieces just beyond
the bulge in his frame.

She then used her hoe
to push the frog out
toward light and freedom.

Mr. Toad sat for a time,
blinking in the sun,
then hopped back into his world.


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Cottage Futures

Dare I dream about a future cottage,
Where I live suits me well,
The beautiful tall trees and walkways,
There is a serene lake nearby,
Where you can view ducks and geese swimming past,
In the morning you can see the mist rise from the lake,
The sounds of nature are everywhere,
This is paradise to me for years,
To be thus blessed and thankful,
Days with nature and the outdoors through the years,
What pleasure and delight, at home with God's nature.
To return home and sit by the cafe window,
Savouring a delicious hot chocolate with cream,
My relatives guesting and sharing this paradise on special days,
God 's miraculous blessings come true,
Thankful appreciation to the Lord our God.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz


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Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

Nature’s Single Dad:
The Australian Emu :
The first 55 days

Emund is busy
preparing his
dance-floor for
partners who’ll put
him to the test. 
His pedigree line
has proven with time

that it is now his
turn, to be best.
He hears them emerge
from the bush as
they gather in
answer to nature’s
call.
They dance, and then
go away, they know
they cannot stay; 
there is not enough
food for them all. 

They dip and they
weave as they mingle
together knowing
that each has a
chance 
With his reputation,
there is no
hesitation; 
he is ready to join
in the dance.
‘Bonk! Bonk,’ comes
the sound of another
arrival, ‘It’s
Emulena!’ he says
with a grin. 
Others move to the
side as he leaves
them mid-stride 
to greet this dancer
as she flounces in.

With sensuous,
rhythmic movement of
hips she fluffs up
her boa, it bounces
in time. 
He matches her mood.
His movements are
smooth 
as they twist and
twirl in their
dancing mime.
He does not fuss
about who takes the
lead, he follows and
their dance now is
ending. 
With steps that are
light he glides to
the right, 	
he meets her, bows
deeply, head
bending.
 	
Emulena says,
“Sorry, we cannot
stay longer, we all
must find paddocks
anew.
It matters not
whether we all stay
together,
we trust you to know
what to do.”
As she speaks, they
deposit their gifts,
and he hears, as in
chorus they say,
“We know you’ll do
magically, what you
do naturally 
to deliver these in
your own way.”

After completing her
task, Emulena stands
tall and she fluffs
up her feathers once
more.
They follow her lead
in twos, and in
threes, 
and promenade across
the dance floor.
Left all alone, he
goes back to his
duties and looks
closely at each pale
green shell.
He checks all for
defects. He sees
they are perfect, 
so with care he
covers every one
well.

He sticks to his
task for fifty-five
days in sunshine,
strong winds and
some showers.
He values each
treasure and tends
them with pleasure 
as he, turns each
egg every three
hours.
Through his long
lashes he sees
danger coming. He
drops his neck down
like a log.
Feathers flying on
high and red fur
prowls near-by; 
he needs to fool
both bird and dog.

The shells have now
turned a dark bluey
green, there’s an
infertile egg in the
batch. 
This egg will be
food for his hungry
brood; 
but he won’t eat or
drink, ‘til they
hatch.
Each day he looks
up, and turns his
head to the sun as
it rises each
morning.
He’ll sit day and
night until the
time’s right.
He knows, that time
comes without
warning.

to be continued...


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Wigging Me Out

Early one morning my Hubby was sleepily shuffling around and about.
Dawn was almost breaking and we were becoming late no doubt.
Toiletries were a waiting, as he shuffled near the morning throne.
Opening the lid, you’ll never guess what exited as a rocket blown.
EEEWWW …Poor little thing… Oh Who, you will never guess…
Out popped a little tree frog jumping at mach 2 in his quest…
Yes, he was wet and doing his very best as he stuck to the vanity. 
For who can say how long he’d been trapped in there, you see?
It puzzled me to wonder… How he’d got to the second floor?
Poor little guy… I doubt he could have withstood very much more.
Now here we were to scare him… Yes, another time, I confide…  
We had to get him past 3 dogs awaiting for food and to go outside.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if 3 squirrels weren’t watching from the tree.
None might have been so eager, if they’d known he came from our potty.
My jammied hubby ran for the mulch pile where sticks and leaves abound…
As I entertained the squirrels and doggies with tempting morsels all around.

Now I can’t say it was traumatic to save a little wayward froggy…
But I won’t be opening that lid without a light, especially, if I am groggy.
And I’ll move back out of range as I lift the lid… I thank you all the same.
And next time I won’t forget to clean the toilet in a timely way, to my shame.
And I won’t ask my hubby to wash his hands 10 times daily… come next May.
Now I know you may not believe me… but I'll take an oath on this… I say.


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Harvest Time

Honey combs swollen..sticky and sweet
Apples candied or  chopped for  mince meat
Raisins dried from my Daddy's grape vine
Verily I say.. it's again  harvest time..
Eager for Winter and sun shortened days
Storehouses busting we bring in the strays
Tilling and tending ... the work and the grime

Toiling and teamwork.. we receive Harvest time..
Intervals of hours.. of weeks and years
Miles of work.. with blood.. sweat and tears..
Every time to a season.. every season for a time
      ~With our hearts full of gladness.. 
            we celebrate Harvest Time!


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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


Details | Free verse | |

As I lay Upon Mother earth

Wishful thinking
rests upon soft summer 
butterfly wings
warm breeze
swims across my body
taking with it
my
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


Details | Ballad | |

Mousey

I love my Mousey,
She lives in a field in BrushCreek, Tennessee,
Walking with her her of cattle,
As happy as she will ever be.

Without this there would be only she,
And i could make her as happy as me,

I miss her immensly, for thee i wish well,
For everyday i wish she wont sell, 
And I could show her in the Dekalb County Fair,
I would sell never an ounce of her.
Hehe not even one of her little white hairs.

Even when all the way over there,
Mine she is for no one but me to share, if I do so happen to dare.

Cute as a button,
A button her nose may well be,
Where I first touched her sweet little body,
Not once but twice sweetly,
For wherever she goes I could spot her, along with her sister and mother.

Many a mile away, for she is not at all,
Not at all what you would say a little grayish thing.

But a heifer who grows daily,
Only to shove the motherly tears away.
In my eyes though, she will always be, forever and always, my baby girl, my sweetie,
my beautiful girl, my Mousey


Details | Imagism | |

I'm Always Around

I'm Always Around
by BJ Welsh

I'm not near, but I'm really not so far
If you look up I'll be the brightest star
Looking down upon God's project earth
Watching and waiting for a rebirth
When you speak I will always listen
My points will seem to shine and glisten
Giving you guidance when things seem tough
Steady now it may be rough
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

I'm here for now and always will
Never escaping, did you feel that chill?
My spirit wind brushed by your side
Or the soft, gentle wave pushed by the sea tide
When we meet again someday
Be it there or far away

You've given me hope and reason to breath
It's not yet time for me to leave
I'm that fluttering seagull upon the sands
Maybe I'm the reason for you to dance
When we meet again someday
Be it near or far away






Details | Rhyme | |

A Garden Party

The sun is shinning and the breeze is a blow,
my table all white with lace in it's place and
tea cups in a row.

Fresh, red watermelon in tiny scoops with triangle cut orange
marmalade sandwiches lined in the shape of a loop.
Hazelnut butter and apple jam adorns thinly sliced ham.

A lovely little teapot with yellow roses painted
on it's stem, gives a flowery glow to this day's trend.
The lavender in the garden is all a bloom with
fuzzy, yellow and black bumble bees kissing it's plumes.

Ivy canopied along the gate, all this green makes me
feel so alive and great. This day is filled with family and
friends, a wonderful time watching the children play, I hate
to see it end.

Bluebirds are perched on the window seal and then in the
back ground I hear a whiperwhil. Butterflies gliding through 
the air, just like us, they haven't a care.

The ladies talk of all that's new and gossip silly little tales
the whole day through. Clouds passing in big, white, puffy
hues and perfectly shades the court yard's designed clues.

A garden party, its always a treat, a place where after
the flower garden walk, you can sip tea, have a laugh, even tell a
secret, a true friend will keep and a place in nature you can
rest peacefully, your feet. 
 




Details | Rhyme | |

Rocky Mountain High

There's nothing like the smell of fresh air
So come join me on this expedition there

High above the canyon ridges
Of Colorado's mountain's and bridges

Pikes Peak Cheyenne to name a few
But let me tell you oh what the view

For there are fresh water streams
Cascading down the slopes of green

Then there are countless winding and twisting roads
Slowing down the engines cargo load

Top of Cheyenne's peak
You can almost hear God speak

Voices in the wind
Not to hear it would be such a sin

And if your lucky enough even capture an eagle in flight
Encirciling Pikes Peak now wouldn't that be a sight

So for your next viva vacation
Remember the mountains of Colorado who also holds great sensations


Details | Rhyme | |

Snow, How I Loathe you

The frigid air bites at my nose,
As I step outside for a smoke;
The pristine snow fills my boots,
And I snuggle deeper into my cloak;

A foot and a half in the last two days,
To me it seems surreal;
An icy droplet hits my neck,
And I let out a startled squeal;

I silently curse this dratted snow,
That froze my water pipes;
When I said it out loud my husband complained,
“That all you can do, is gripe”


Details | Free verse | |

Mother Celestial

The night, with everything humid Took us to the balcony Current of fresh air, the moon also ripe Amidst queries – we reached about stars Why the luminance, clusters, variance? Non astrologer, She did a best But one premise struck Each man has one up there She answered – to everywoman too Where is mine? That, she pointed: the brightest. Why . . . what about yours then? Mine is in you, son The place in your father’s house. And She was my mother! (Tribute to Elizabeth Adetutu Ojo)


Details | Rhyme | |

If I Can live agian

If I could live again,I would be me
Dont want to be a dog
Dont want to be a frog
Dont want to be no animals
No famouse people or celbrities
No insects deffenetly not an ant
Just want to be just one plant
I want to be a tree
That's all I want to be
Thats what my mother said to me

If God allows me to live again on this earth,
I wouldn't want to be me
Even though I'm livin a good life with my daughter and my baby.
I would want to be more like my mom, smart, intelligent and funny

I would  not want the same husband I had
but  the same 2 kids
There is amother Man out there I should be with.

No matter what God wants me to be
I have faith that he will always watch over me
All day every day, Serve nothin or no one but him always

                                                     Written by:Christy Kay :)


Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Day, Was A Holy Day ... '

This Day, Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound

Like An Echo of Joyous Children
Or A Drum-Roll Softly Nearing
Or Like Angels Were Cheering … 
That’s What … It Was Like Hearing !

And It Poured Like A Pitcher
Cool, and Smooth and Clean
Slanting On My Window
Inspiring Me To Sing:

 - - - - - - -

“  Pitter-Patter, Pitter-Patter
Today … Nothing Is The Matter
Plop, Plop, Splatter, Splatter
Inside, We’re All Together

Washing Away Every Tear
Rinsing Away, Every Fear
Refreshing Every Year … 
… Raindrops, Touched Our Dears “

- - - - - - -

This Day, Water Came In Streams
But No Thunder or Lightning Screams
Just Innocent, Wistful, Wet Dreams
And Later, Rainbow Gleams

(And Waiting For Tonight’s Moonbeams) …

Today … Was A Holy Day
As Crystal Drops Came Down
A Beautiful Display
And Soothing Sound …


Details | Haiku | |

Fishing Allure

wiggling ripples
lure a bass to shore~
Daddy whistles


Details | Didactic | |

Blind By Mod

Modernisation is hopping her repercussion
 Modernisation is driving her civilisation
 This is the safari; that brain the colony
 The colossal obnoxious tenets of the West
 Calling her to the deluding evacuation.

 The edifice her architect had strictly structured
 Who can dare to alter it?
 Even on her own body and soul.

 Variety upon variety, she want to put on
 That is her whisper why, she mime the day.
 A Bimbo! Mimicking the mockery of the West.

 Who is barbaric in this case?
 Reason! She revolt the reasoning
 Focus! She resist the purpose
 Loyal! She refuse the modesty.

 Let her believe this one
 That in her friction state
 Her forward (will) never; her backward (will) ever.

 Perhaps, she should recall this one
 She need to behold
 If she must to recount, in her world.


Details | Verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sea Waves

All waves rise from the sea,
Sons of the mother sea,
Running hard, for her to see,
Pouring heart, for her to see.

Along with kins they see,
Mother, the beauty sea,
Beats for their mother, the sea,
To fathom the beauty sea.

Sons rise and fall to see,
Then tilt and turn to see,
Their mother, the lovely sea,
Their mother, the pretty sea.
©Anees Rahman


Details | Haiku | |

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 | Haiku | |

Don't cry


a drop on a leaf

rolling across .. morning dew ....  

please mother .. don't you cry n


Details | Free verse | |

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
Tough
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.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | I do not know? | |

Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


Details | Free verse | |

D.N.A.

Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
More precisely, it fits nicely, as an acid, based,
in creatures big and small, it is the blueprint, how they're made.

The RNA is information carried in your genes,
it's found within the DNA that makes up you and me.
A Double Helix is the name of the shapely pattern,
that DNA will tend to make, it resembles a ladder.
The lines on the outside are two and are a crucial glue,
to hold the sides Nucleotides, a sugar phosphate group.
To each of these there are attached a molecule, you see,
Adenine, Thymine, Guanine, Cytosine, 

Every part of you is made of cells you cannot see,
you could say the DNA is like a recipe.
This double helix ladder can easily unwind,
and wind again, it happens every time a cell divides.
Inside a cell, the DNA strands wrap up real close,
and organize into an x, behold, the chromosome!

Eukaryotic organisms like animals and plants,
use the nucleus of cells to store these precious strands.
-Of course there are so many places DNA is found,
Prokaryotes, like bacteria, spread it all around! 
RNA is like a copy of a given strand,
and essential for an organism to expand. 
In order to expand, the cells will have to split in two,
and once they do, the one that's old will be the same as new.
To achieve this feat a DNA strand must have proteins,
different binds of different kinds can all effect the coding.

DNA has shaped the way all life has evolved,
it is the blueprint, how we're made, creatures big and small.
Deoxyribonucleic acid is a word,
as large as the influence it casts upon the Earth.
It made me what I am, and it made you be you,
now show DNA what YOU'RE made of,
and that you have some big plans to!


Details | Haiku | |

Road Kill

A day with the family to enjoy lunch in a town close by..Heavy gray clouds, wind, and threat of tornados leaving thoughts questioning whether to go or stay..A day to do the unusual wins..The gun enthusiasts go to a gun show while the ladies shop..On the way the gray clouds seem weighty...

buzzards eat noon meal
road kill thrown in open field..
bradford pear death wreath

Sun emerges for a few seconds somber weigh lifts..

(Written Saturday March 3, 2012)

(First try at Halibun.)


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning Massacre

A rainstorm in the morning helps to wash away the night,
a rainbow seems to promise that this day will turn out right.
Our feathered friends all gathering in search of morning treat,
could anything go wrong today?  Just look below your feet.

Wonderful for all who greet this frenzy with delight,
to watch the pretty birds catch worms, oh what a lovely sight!
For as the waters seeps below we worms rise one by one
and try to seek a ‘safer’ place dried by the morning sun.

Heavy rain is death to us, it creates a muddy sea
of sodden soil, a watery grave for those who can’t get free.
But terror hangs above our home as birds all flock around,
they know that we have got no choice, we’ll be their killing ground.

Before our heads have seen the light their beaks begin to tear,
they rip my family into shreds before they get ‘their’ air.
This feast is at our fatal cost, our numbers dwindle down,
if only we weren’t forced to rise from safety underground.

Today I was the lucky one, the one they never caught,
I’ll live to squirm another day alone with life and thought.
To live my days in solitude, to have no friends around,
and still to face the terrors of that ‘pitter patter’ sound.

So if you’re happy with your friends but feel that you are down,
unless you’re ‘forced’ to rise above the place that you have found,
it’s safer to accept your lot for sometimes you can’t see,
the place you struggle to achieve could leave you alone… like me.

Ivor G Davies.


(A Family Crisis?)


Details | Blank verse | |

Partners for Life

Elusive and mysterious its majestic flight -
from bachelorhood to parenthood.
His partner nestles prettily over two lives
not yet hatched but at the ready.
He soars to distant shores for dinner -
Then glides toward their home of twig and fur-
bringing food for nourishment and strength.
He cares for her just as she cares for him
and the lives they created.
Slowly, as if afraid to enter the land of the living,
the eaglets push through the tender ivory for
their first view of blue skies and limitless future.
How fortunate these two hungry babies –
For they will be loved, fed, and nurtured till
It’s time for them to 
Spread their wings and soar. 
 


Details | Free verse | |

A Diamond Afternoon

Summer Beach

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

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

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

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

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

MMC © 2011


Details | Rhyme | |

A Force of Nature

5 little Bunnies in a terrible storm.
5 little bunnies very recently born.
The rain-washed out their nest buried in the ground.
Momma bunny was fast carrying them to our mulch mound.
Now high above the water but turning oh so cold.
Wet and getting colder she buried them to keep them warm.
But it was getting colder and she truly did her best, but…
Exposure was setting in before they were safely set.
Then came my dogs pointing them out in the torrential rain.
So we ran out to see what there was to do in gain.
Cold, wet, and stiff one barely moved as we picked it up
So gathering them in the rain for the house we did gallop.
They appeared dead but we wanted to try to save the day
We put them together warming them with a drier with no delay.
Gently drying and warming their fur… they came back alive.
Over night warming was all we could do to help them survive.
It stopped raining that night so the very next morn…
We reburied them together in the mulch pile safe and warm.
Momma bunny found them and raised them just for us…
Now precious great grand bunnies play with boldness in our yard…


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Confetti of Flesh

 
Would I rather go too slow,

Damp breath feeding the soil, 

worms to grow, an

old mans toil.

 

For me the answer is clear;

Though not today and I hope not here – 

To explode with love and feelings gold – 

Not too young and not too old

Wise enough to see my growth

But not old enough to have outgrown 

My sprit, 

Fun,

this place called home

That’s how to die

 

A confetti of flesh ruptures the Sky.

Feeding the air, water and earth.

Why you ask do I care how I die –

My love, that is the whole reason -

We’re here

to ask why.


Details | Free verse | |

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.



Details | Haiku | |

Moods

Her love is hotter
And his hatred is colder
Than desert climate.


Details | Free verse | |

D O R I S ~ The Beauty of POETRY ~

Daughter, Sister, Mother, and WIFE
A Tapestry of  POETRY
Expressed through Her Golden pen
The Beauty of her Writes, luring :
Mind and Soul; to embracing LIFE
Seeing Nature through Her Eyes
Feeling Her Emotions,
Floating in Ecstasy

All can see the Glory of LOVE
In the Dreams : She Pens on Paper
Beautiful Thoughts, from Her Mind
For POETS, Family, and Friends, 
Songs of LOVE for Wayne and Caleb
Mother Sara, Brother Tom :
Smiling Mother Nature :
Waiting with Father Time

Southern Belle : Doris Culverhouse
Emulates, Beauty in her Words :
See the LOVE of POETRY :
Growing in each Line ; each Stanza
The Beauty of a LAUREATE
Grasps  the HEART, Eternally
Her POETRY is LOVE
Her LOVE is BEAUTIFUL

Inspired by A Comment from Doris On my POEM  “ Banns “
Written For Catie Lindsey Contest “ Focus on Syllables ” 
 
Dedicated To My “Southern Belle” ~  “ Doris Culverhouse “


Details | Romanticism | |

In the Air

When at last we reached our bipedal stage
we stood with fists raised in the air
We bowed to the brightest stars in the sky
as we worshiped both heaven and earth

We chanted tales to the crescent moon
as we danced to the rhythm of falling rain
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the thunder-bird crashed in the plains

When bear and wolf were sacred beasts
while soil and water our precious friends
brought life to mouths of full belief
respect for creatures throughout the land

We stored the harvest and consumed the hunt
praised the god of food and the lord of death
yet we stood with fists raised in the air
till the goddess of truth and justice appeared

Primitive tribes much more advanced
where family the woven fabric of life
stitched tattered ends to meager means 
as they held out hope for all species

Yet we cast aside our former faith
dumped toxins for the wind to propel
stole lives for seconds on the silver screen
as we stood on the shore of our living hell

When technology defeated philosophy
we stood with a finger raised in the air
flaunting our thoughtless victory
over a social war - never declared


Details | Free verse | |

If There are any Forests

if there are any forests, my collie, will 
(all by herself) 
be one,
it will not be a discreet forest,
a fragile forest of frogs-of-the-ponds, but
a forest of red-oak trees.

my goat will be 
(deep like a tree)
(tall like a tree)
crouching near my, stump

shifting over her 
(silent)
with ears, which are really speakers, and hear

nothing with the body of a deer 
which is a dove, and not a body 
with hooves
which scream.

This is my creature, my forest!

suddenly in the moonlight

he will sway

& the whole congregation will sway


-Caroline Youngless, inspired by E.E. Cummings


Details | Lyric | |

Autumn Giggles

Horizontal Vertigo --
amongst the wet raked leaves,
Gazing into gorgeous blue; 
where clouds --
Are passing frogs or horses;
In a pair of grass-stained Levi’s.

A subtle wind --
Tickles all the colored leaves,
So drenched in spattered sunlight;
Still falling --
As she rakes the cooling leaves;
So brilliant --
Over happy giggles.


Details | I do not know? | |

Aquatic Rapture

Floundering the frozen shoal an endangered diez,
a sturgeon realizes his family few
and sets upon a journey new.

The sturgeon swims afar the shallow edge of the frozen pond.
The sturgeon swims til his eyes, assault an image swimming by. 

The first silhouette, reunited with it's breath; 
a catfish the color of ocean sand.

The catfish asks:"Have you seen my family?"
The sturgeon asks the same;
the both of them go on their way.

They swim into the deepest ice, looking for a single clue,
to find the whereabouts;
of their family few.

They swim until their eyes, assault an image swimming by.
An image wretch in shadow, moving at a desperate pace.

A flat and nimble stingray
whose tears have stained his face.

The stingray asks:"Have you seen my family?"
The sturgeon asks the same,
the catfish asks the same,
the three of them go on their way.

They swim into the deepest ice, looking for a single clue,
to find the whereabouts;
of their family few.

They swim into a shallow patch, where sunlight gleams the mist;
the three acquaintances see a shape sweep swiftly through their midst.

Suddenly they cannot move, restrained in means so cramped,
their breath begotten rather short, their gills in pain a gasped.

They ventured far to find their kin, 
they ventured far to find the truth,
they lay amongst their loved ones blue;
their eyes fogged over
in the barren river,
devoid of life;
they are extinct,
they have no tomb;
...only rapture.
 


Details | Lyric | |

Amazing Grace Wash Over Me

A prayer for those who are in dispair along the Gulf Coast due to the BP Deepwater Horizon 
oil rig explosion. A prayer for those who waited and their loved ones did not return, Amazing 
Grace Wash Over Thee.



Amazing grace wash over me.
My tears are a river to the sea.
Lord above, we know you know,
the oil that is washing upon our coast.
Amazing grace wash over me,
and lift my soul up to Thee.
Lord above, hear my prayer,
for those who are in dispair.
Amazing grace wash over me.
I lift my hands to God you see.
My prayer for those who were hurt,
and those who will never return to earth.
Amazing grace wash over thee,
families were left in disbelief.
Empty hands, their loved ones gone,
Lord Jesus, guide them safely Home.
Amazing grace wash over me, 
the oil is filling up the sea, 
from Louisiana to Mississippi.
Animals are dying,
and people are crying.
Amazing grace wash over me.





Details | Free verse | |

where the heart is strong

When I was young, I had no desire to grow roots.
Home happened where ever I kicked off my boots.
Now that I have traveled many lands,
I wish only to go back home.
To feel it, to see it, to hold it in my hands.
I wish no longer to roam.
Youth tends to be arrogant and blind.
Not knowing what I had, for home was mine.
Now it is the place for which I yearn.
The place from which I came, and wish to return.
The passing of time can have a strange effect on the heart.
After many wasted years, one wants to be back where we start.
Funny how being away for so long can change a soul.
Just as equally strange how coming home can make one whole.
This is where I will always belong,
For this is where my soul is at ease and my heart beats strong.









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


Details | Haiku | |

Weed Becomes a Flower

dandelions
freshly picked by a child
become a precious flower


Details | Free verse | |

Memories of Leaf Boats

As I grow older my memories become more veiled and sometimes lost.
But the best are yet to come as I write them down, of that I can’t ignore.
For my most cherished memories I’ll pass down, as the stories continue to stir.

Like the wonder I felt as a child… while sailing leaf boats down a creek.
Where would they end up? Would they find they’d sailed to foreign lands?
Or would they be defeated by the storms as they came rolling in?

Later I was awed by the thought that my future hubby would even talk to me.
We were so very bashful; that we were lucky, that we even came to be.
The trick was we were first friends…then, willing to hold together in the winds.

We became like one little leaf boat fighting together against the storms, again.
Then we became parents trying to raise our children with wonder in their eyes.
So we started by finding a creek where their leaf boats would be near, to find.

Eventually grown, they finally left us, so I sent them poems about those little boats.
Perhaps to help remind them: to start new memories for their brood, coming close.
Maybe even to remind them that life could still bring them wonders, too, once more.

Eventually, we will all sail away in one way or another, to distant shores.
I hope my poems will lead them, to where those wonders can still be found…
They will be able to find them by a creek with leaf boats floating around.

 I hope it will bring them memories; again, of the days we held them so close.
And had read to them the stories… I had written for those, I love the most.


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 | Lyric | |

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
Nothing!


Details | Narrative | |

Faked

I stumble upon a river
the way it flows and feels
I take my shoes off and run threw it
laughing looking up towards the sun
I wake up and it was all just a dream
my sister runs up the stairs
she slams her door
i asked her what was wrong
she looked at me 
She says "mom told me you were adopted"
at first i laughed as i thought it was a joke
I run downstairs to see my mom and dad sitting on the couch
"mom?" i say
she replies "its true we adopted you!" 
she got up and walked into the kitchen
"after all this time i thought i was yours" i say
My father gets up and walks out the door
My mom lays her hand on her forhead
Just dont worry about it  everything will be okay
"No it wont i say"
i felt fake like i wasnt who i was suppose to be
i just sat on my bed thinking about the whole thing
my whole life and who i should have been
I packed my bags that light and i ran away
leaving the less important things behind
i set out on a journey to find my real parents
I had my sister get there info. from my dads office
I took a bus to indiana and looked up there address
As soon as i found it i knocked on the door
A man opened the door
he said "who are you?"
i say "apparently i am your son?!"
"you put me up for adoption?" i repeat

He yells "ANNA!?, Some kid is here for you!"
i repeat the story to her as she denied it
She looked bruised and beaten up
I wanted to help her but the man hut the door on my face

I had no where to go now
So i started on a journey back home
But i never made it there 
I found that old river i use to go too
i stayed there for a few weeks until
i remembered the way back.
I found myself that day
I realized that i was fake but now im not because i know that i am just me not any of them





Details | Haiku | |

A rose and the beast!


A rose and the beast!
Dad’s mom, telling a story —
A romance of love!


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 | Rhyme | |

A Wolf's View of Man

I am a wolf, I’m meant to be free.  
Not locked in a cage or chained to a tree
I am born to live in the wild, but please,
Don’t let this be cause for alarm.
I am a peaceful being.  I mean you no harm.
Like you, I have a family with young to rear.  
I commit to only one mate for life.
My family is my pack, and I hold them dear.
My very existence is viewed as a threat by Man.  
He feels he must eliminate my kind, claiming
It’s the only way to protect his family, 
Protect his children, and save his land.
My species has been hunted to the brink of extinction.
Man strives to see that my kind is forever banned.
Other Men keep my kind locked in cages.
Deprived of our freedom and forced to mate.
Then our young are taken away 
So they can be sold for the going rate.
Man says that he knows all about my kind.
Man says he knows exactly what I am.
But the truth is:
Man is the one that just doesn’t understand 


Loreen Parke
May 22, 2000


Details | Haiku | |

How Much Do You Love Me?

Way up to the sky,
From depths of oceans and seas
Up on waves to sands-

All around the world...
Can you hear it in the winds?
See it in the stars?

From the sun and moon
Back to the ends of the earth,
I love you so much.



Details | Couplet | |

The Old Red Barn

The morning sun glows the orange horizon.
Children asleep, soundless, in the back seat,

The daybreak dew sparkles on breezy leaves.
Sunflowers bow toward the distant east.

Winding roads traversing far-off landscapes.
The hum of the engine mesmerizes.

Peacefulness shines through a few floating clouds.
Blueness not quite showing in skies above -

No other vehicle for miles around.
The window rolled part way down, breathes freshness.

Golden grains wave with poise in western fields
Black and white cows moo, in pastures, grazing.

Wake up!  Look Children!  I remember well.
The old red barn in the distance, smiling.


© November 4, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Prose Poetry | |

When Alone

When skies are bluer than ever before
and clouds disappear from sight
I am alive
When thunderstorms flash white
and the rains come
I am alone
When daffodils burst forth from the snow
and crocus peep through
I am alive
When winter cold and trees barren
and leaves lie on frozen floor
I am alone
I want to face life's storms
with friends who hold my hand
and family who clearly states,
"You are not alone"
Then, I will live.


Details | Light Poetry | |

' Academic-Bright ... '

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brothers, SunRays
… All-Academic-Bright

My Family of Heaven
My Mother, DawnSky
Father of Celestial Lights              (James 1: 17)
Taught At Universe-High

By Father’s Master-Degree
And Mother’s Alma-Mater
Brother Graduated
Summa-Cum-Laude, Super-Nova

Dine At Dimension-Table
Of Cosmic-Family
Global-Bodies, Glowing-Grace
In Our Galaxy

Our:  Cambridge, Yale, Oxford and Harvard
Are:  Comets, Orbits, and Asteroids
Black-Holes, Pulsars, Waves and Quarks
Red Giants and Red and Snow-White Dwarfs

Enlightened Astronomers, Radiant New Worlds
Time-Continuum, To Unfurl
Outer-Space, Advent-Solar-Systems
And A Big, Blue Jewel, Freed From Cataclysm

Light-Years Away, From Today …
But Still Quenching Thirst, On Milky-Way
and Planetary-Rings and Eclipse
Satellites, and Soaring-Rocket-Ships

Atomics and Evenings-Scholarly
Lectures, On Pure-Energy
To Explore and Expand Brilliantly
‘Diplomas’ … thru Eternity

I Am MoonBeam
My Sisters, StarLights
My Brother, ‘Big’ SunRay
Shone-Academic-Bright ! …


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

The Gardener

Devoted is the gardener Who makes the flowers grow She tills the Earth and plants the seed And nurtures what she sows She cultivates the naked earth And tills it in her hand The blossoms that her work brings fourth Will decorate the land She labors each and every day From dawn 'til setting sun The gardener is vigilant Her work is never done She's one of nature's instruments A planter of the seed A prophet of divine intent A disappearing breed Though her hands are worn and calloused She has no time for rest She is part of something greater Her labors have been blessed And when her earthly toils are done She'll rest beneath the sod Then awake in a new garden Prepared for her by God
This is dedicated to my Grandmother, Beatrice Spencer 1909-2003. She is always in my heart. Her gardens were always colorful, and beautifully maintained. She was a marvel, and the world is a far less vibrant place without her.


Details | Imagism | |

Standing Close to Heaven

In the pristine valley, the slope rose suddenly.
As the sun slowly showed 
over tree topped rim,
the mists whirled slowly upward.
A lazy whirling dervish,
the sign of temperature change.
The trees would soon cast their brilliance
onto the forest floor, there seeking a 
final resting place.
On the outcrop stood 
a most magnificent creature.
The sixteen point buck did not know 
the meaning of fear.  
He had never seen man.
He had never been outside of his valley.
He had never crossed path with bear or puma.
The family was now a herd of ten.
Standing with head held high
he surveyed the natural formations holding
him in and discouraging visitors;
the beautiful waterfall, the lush grasses.
Columbine, blueberry abundantly flourished.
His white crested chest now shining in the sunlight.
Suddenly he faltered to one knee as a small
trickle of red emerged from the white.
The last thing he heard was a sharp “Crack”
and all went black. 

© Sept 18 Charles Henderson 
Inspired by the poem: In a Patch of Heaven by Constance a Rambling Poet  
For Rambling's "I'm sending you a gift of poetry, Dear Heart" contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Living with Mother Nature's Bruise

We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last path

To go there blind never knowing if she breathes
Thoughts think the worst as we subconsciously grieve
Our daughter, our life, as we make plans to depart
Facing hours of torment as our minds tear apart

To this island we head where she enjoys life to the full
Thinking back to her young years, learning in school
This paradise as she calls it, in the Indian Ocean
Our minds picture, her love to live notions

We step of the plane into a world far from home
Praying we find her, dead or alive, to never roam
To the north of the island, Aceh is it's name
Is this where we find her, with no one to blame

We reach the village, it's where our daughter calls home
Teaching the youngsters English along the beaches they combed
We wander dazed and confused, joining the crying and the grieving
Emotional rescuers surround us, they just keep on believing

Hand in hand we stare hoping, as our eyes glimpse the lost
Our daughters not there, as we join the emotional exhaust
Suddenly I feel a tugging on my sleeve
Lady lady, you my teachers mama, come with me please

Looking down, my eyes cascading with tears
A beautiful young girl, momentarily relieving my fears
Lady lady, please please, come with me please
To a makeshift hospital she takes us, our hearts so in unease

To a door we arrive, she cries, mama's teacher mama's teacher
As she is led away by the hospital preacher
We are greeted by a doctor, taken through corridors of death
The relieving earlier felt, now replaced by inner reft

The stench of death drifts, lost souls we feel crying
Resonating sounds echo, the last breaths of the dying
Cubicle after cubicle, every curtain our hearts run
In broken English, is she the one, is she the one

The second curtain from the last, the doctor once again opens
Despair and tears increase, parents lost in their hoping
Before us lies, a broken twisted bandaged soul
The tattoo on her ankle, I cry Nicole, it's our Nicole

Engulfed with emotions our cheeks streaming with tears
Viewing the earlier posters, parents losing their fears
Living this moment, realising their daughter has lived
As we look back to the pictures, knowing families are sieved

Words we will remember until the day we are gone
That moment we heard, is she the one, is she the one


Details | Rhyme | |

A Bloom Most Noble

The forest moves with its mystic mood,

   enchanted for the creaking tune

   of trunks and boughs in wind,

   sing some birds in spring

   wild with a learned need;

Once the snow had filled

   all warmth sown in darkly pockets,

   too thick for footfall

   and wind gusts upon wings,

   shaking earth with its plight

   of iced-glazed tide,

   now light,

   is nearer as a lover in tender caress;

The core of the world hopeless

   to begging romance,

The waltz of soft warmth from

   sylvan-spring suns,

   blue with hearth the sky,

   and budding the path

   for the little man, 

   simple in his simple pleasure;

Need only of balmy breeze,

   and she many more things

   in her university,

   of neg-lege moods,

   walking in her windy ways.....

Sitting upon the lap of his heart,

   and babes to bare 

   in the simmering spring;

To love kissing truth (holy procreation)

   blooming melded as white-on-snow,

   melted for unstoppable glow,

   of hearts to hold,

   dear as tear-speckled gold,

   and the dapples of dreams;

In old age the pitter-patter of feet

   to relieve the lonely, brooding day ----

   but the bright of children's eyes,

   and the laughter in the skies

   (sing as some birds in spring)

   when all the world is blooming 






Details | I do not know? | |

I Sat Beside A Dead Fox

river. gold
liquidcopper sheen & skypulp
mashed upon fatrocked banks 
refracted beams;
reflections.
The kid squeal.
The rowers chirp "hello"
[multiple oar-chasm] we bridge it
with a languid arm-sigh tooing, no fro. Yes, 
the 20th century is over,
and the "Water-Noodle" 
has arrived.

Time works different out here.

The national spine
doesn't belong
to a book. No. Hold land
in check,
meaty planes 
sewed onto bone.

Through the
geothermal corridors
where karadji's file into rooms
discussing the hunt

laymen like me
listen in
on dragonfly wings.

Cherubs 
land.... "Mum, you're an old fart!"
snorty laughs
splashy goodness
erections stay
low. Kookaburras 
slot into. Their laugh 
lingers like a
splinter in my throat

and I don't follow.

Family's an ascending arc
orbiting 
this chubby orphan
(he is all sickle,
shaped like a question mark.)

Re-arrangements.
"I want to see if the wombat's home!"
He's a dad alright, his salt 'n' pepper laugh more convincing
than George Clooney. Paper grows inside us
in wet reams.

It's all an odd proud thing, this lick of space.

The noise retreats, my heady sight dangles. Dizzy
eyeball flesh in quicksand vaguely mired. 
A bordered scene:
a symmety of Mates bathing in
coy homophobia
their gargantuan cocks
reaching so far 
to touch each other! Forbidden
to break the old pattern.

This goldpan face persists. Is life a Saturation?
Moist is good I like moist. Hairline dwellers
polite oracles.
My feet naked next 
to cigarette butts & weed
the tethering of a slight libido
a moist amulet hangs like a beard;
sophisticated mist from the muddy cauldron.

Copyright. 2009.


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

A Day in the Sun

A Day in the Sun

 A good thought, a day in the sun,
 such that allows joy to freely run,
 **** the day blasts out memories fair.
 **** Gentle breezes cruising bright air
 **** as life sings on without a care.
 **** A stir upon the lake down there,
 **** two ducks dancing, O' what a pair
 **** their art they very freely share.
 **** Of our intrusion ducks so unaware
 **** we watching silently not to scare.
 Sweetest memories of family having fun
 a fantastic break from life on the run!

 Robert J. Lindley , 07-26-2014

NOTE:  Duo-rhyme
The Duo-rhyme, a poetic form created by Mary L. Ports,
 is a 10 or 12-line poem, with the first two and last two 
lines having the same rhyme scheme, and the center of the
 poem (lines #3 through #8 or #10) having their own 
separate monorhyme scheme.
12-line: a,a,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,b,a,a


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 | Light Poetry | |

soft strength

pleasure leaks as your sweet harmony joins my vicious endeavors, a new genre for your love streams, my manhood elevates your passion capturing your emotions' allow me to bury my transgressions please rescue me from my intentions. purify my soul open my eyes to a love untold', conquer my heartbreak align my romance with the deepest parts of your fears, catapult my ambitions unmask my ignorance sweet dear for the sweet edge of my sword of bravery admires my prideful gain.


Details | Free verse | |

The Good, Green Earth

Once upon an early dark, upon the cusp of time, 
way before the planets came, and way before the light. 
Deep inside the black of space, a spark was to ignite, 
against all odds it grew into a fire that multiplied. 
And as the fire stretched across the waiting canvas face, 
particles were born and strewn about the empty space. 
Temperature would heat until new plasma was infused, 
radiation came along and jumped into the stew. 
Atoms came to form and bond while temperatures cooled, 
and when the fog had settled there, the first starlight shown through. 
Now amidst the chaos and the melee came a stir, 
of gravity attracting matter, packed and soon preserved. 
This would happen many times, but of these, one would yield, 
from an iron, lava core, a magnetic field. 
A celestial body would impact the second one, 
while pieces made the Moon, the mass collected near the Sun. 
This great mass was hit upon by shards from outer space, 
the impacts would perform as catalysts to what took place. 
What took place was an atmosphere of hydrogen that formed, 
it cooled and steam escaped the crust as clouds gave the first storm. 
Rain brought oceans, underneath; the plates lifted the land, 
the tilt would lay the weather as the seasons would command. 

-And this is where we leave my story, now yours must be heard, 
Goodnight to creatures, big and small, 
upon the good green Earth.


Details | Haiku | |

Grandpa Whistles

autumn winds echo
through bare trees in darkness --
Grandpa whistles


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
fifth place in Charles Henderson's Strictly a Stickler for Strictness
Haiku contest


Details | Free verse | |

Recovery takes Time

The recovery from life at seven is so trying. Having witnessed
your brother being taken to heaven. What future can a child see
through cascades of tears, what future does a parent explain to 
allay his fears. 

Their day to day life has been forever changed, as their different 
tomorrow brought loss and sever. Where do I start to tell you if I coped.
What words for the loss as my fathers health sloped.

Decisions were made from the pain we must move, to be on the peripheral, to 
rejoin life, to gain. Absorbing our loss, brought us closer than
before, but it has taken a life to go through their last door.

My father and I, responded by living. We walked in beautiful glens 
surrounded by heathers, as we as a family grew from our weathers. The walks 
on Ben Nevis in nature surround, as he taught me plenty about animals and 
plants. We would drink the clear waters as he told me it brought life. Being 
so educated at seven, filled the void. Every so often we would say " Boom 
Boom " would love being here, as we thought for a moment and then the 
eventual tears.
 
But the toll of our loss, for my father was heartbroken. His health declined 
with the loss of my brother. Six more years of sporadic times, as hospital 
became his home and child support became mine.

My recovery from life continues to this day. As I think and look back at 
all the times we spent surrounded by life, my father and I from the loss of 
a life, but I still wonder why.




.



Details | Quatrain | |

THE LONESOME FLUTE PLAYER

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 | Free verse | |

Omens

Omens
- - - - -
The sweet aroma of rice; yonder bare fields;
on the stone the dark patches of water pitchers
and her looking at the sky where buzzards fly,
are completing the composition of waiting.

She has been waiting too long; too long she has made her man 
hold his patience  all these while; believed peace will come.
Now these flying buzzards are looking ominous 
like secret language which mystic nomads speak. 

She trembles with the prospect of unknown evils.
A long wait for her son, returning from town, 
from the all consuming town where he has gone
long, long, long time ago. But she has hoped for return.

She again watched for God’s language. Let him come.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Free verse | |

Snow Play

Geese glide thru the air watching the snow roll with the flow.
Squirrels jump in the piles to wiggle and roll.
Dogs check every nock and cranny then run all around.
Little girls make snow angels where perfect delicate wings abound.
Boys make a fort with a snowball fight destined to win.
Skaters sweep snow from their ice to be able to spin.
Hockey players in their play scatter the snow and rough up the ice.
Mothers look from the window, where while baking every thing looks nice.
Sleders regale themselves in the speed of the hill.
To driver’s it’s dangerous, messy, slowing everything down.
But to every one it’s the time of year where joy can abound,
All because the swirling madness came floating down and around.
And after the fun when we lay snuggling in our beds…
We’ll sleep till the next day with snow dancing in our heads.
And dreading the day when the snow goes away,
We can’t wait to run out and again to play.


Details | Limerick | |

The Birds and the Bees

Anyone from LA to New York
knows babies are not brought by the stork.
It takes nine months gestation
for a new generation.
Didn’t you learn that in school you dork?

Robert Pettit for Royal Trevino's The Birds and the Bees contest


Details | Free verse | |

Daisy Days Bloom

Flaxen- haired maidens
frolic fresh meadows,
laughing and skipping
under a sparkling sun.

Their nimble fingers 
weave daisy chains,
delicately braiding 
wind tangled tresses.

Plucking on petals
a promise of love,
they clasp lily hands
chanting, circling.

With lips of pink roses
eyes of powder blue
skin of sweet jasmine
youth yearns to bloom.

MMC © 2011


Details | Free verse | |

Forgive My Rudeness

Forgive my rudeness
When I get in your way.
I do not mean to glow so brightly
When you put your darkness on display.

I swear it is not out of spite
That I outshine your ego's fire
When it is burning to intimidate -
To scortch my self esteem to ash.

Excuse my posture
When it will not sway your way
The roots are to blame
For this downright defiance
That I stand with uprightness
Though youre wacking away
With sharpened blades of anger.

Do pardon the heights
That my spirit soars
But consider yourself warned today: 
They do not stop for any man
So spare yourself and
Get out of my way! 


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Kitty, Kitty

here kitty, kitty, is all you need say,
if you're real lucky, they'll come your way

they know your voice, your sounds,
when they're, not the only kitty around

they love to eat, groom, to play,
their favorite pastime, find a sunbeam,
sleep away the day

when they're prowling, running, jumping,
in their own little world, who knows?
maybe its catnip, maybe its squirrels

they cuddle and purr, cute little bundles of fur,
a mind of their own, fascination, and bewilderment,
abound, uncanny intelligence, reasons for keeping,
kitty around

they have a, favorite person, that one,
they most love, in appreciation, 
use their favorite things as a scratching post

stretching, yawning, time for a nap,
awaiting night, the time, they naturally hunt,
slithering room to room looking for prey,
occasionally, to pounce, when their shadow,
gets in the way, seldom successful,
they really don't care, they know,
you're the best hunter, they'll eat well today

we love them, that's a fact, tis strange indeed,
they produce nothing of value, bring in no pay,
only their nine lives, to survive, day to day

don't bother to call them, they seldom come,
rather, take a message, get back to you later, 
when their sunbeam is done

these finicky hairballs, of teeth and sharp nails,
why do we love them, bring them into our home,
these furry little creatures, 
with attention deficit syndrome, say here kitty, kitty,
you'll question no more

life without kitty, for even one day, 
don't have to think about it,
there just, ain't, no way

here kitty, kitty


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Kingdom of Sgobharaidh

Their lies on the West Coast of Scotland
A Kingdom that's rarely been seen
Where it's beauty radiates through ones eyes
Even closed you can only but dream

Natures gems thrive through seasonal change
Blessing colonies of sea faring birds
To witness the call of it's wilds
So many voices just have to be heard

Cordyline australis grace her lands
They are palm trees to you and me
A native from a land down under
Not Australia, New Zealand is where they be

This area where this Kingdom lies
With it's rugged and beautiful scenes
Freshwater lochs lure many anglers
To catch the fish of their dreams

Many visiting tourists, some in family trace
To discover where their ancestors be
Capturing snaps of their homelands, a past way of life
Filling the blanks of their family tree

Sporadic green forests of pine
With ferns and heathers, carpet the lands
Rugged juts off an earth from the past
Spewed through her juvenile glands

And this land through your eyes that you see
Is the Kingdom that's rarely seen
If you live here we call it Scourie
So beautiful in natures scheme








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-5.php


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' Humble - Pie ... ' 21st Senryu

‘ Humble-Pie … ’    21st Senryu



     Bluebird asks, the Dove
‘Who Bakes It and Where, Because …
       Humble-Pie Is Good



(A Good-Reminder for Me … 
The MoonBee – Smile)
May God Bless Everybody


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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


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My Treasure Chest

I was doing yard work the other day,
planting some flowers all around.
While digging in dirt, close to the fence,
I heard a clackity sound.

As if the metal of the spade was hitting some wood
and some metal, too, I heard.
To my surprise, I remembered just then,
the chirping of the birds.

See, there was a time, for memories sake,
when my family and I stored our thoughts
within a chest of metal and wood,
from the antique store, we bought.

We placed the chest out in the yard
on a bright and sunny day
and while digging the hole to place it in
the birds were just chirping away.

My sons and my daughters, my wife and I
placed pictures and such within
So, one day in the future, when we need it most,
the memories will come back to us again.

So, just knowing they’re there, is memory enough
for me to be content for now.
One day when my children have all grown up,
my wife and I will dig deep down.

So, I covered my hole with plenty of dirt,
but, first threw flower seeds in
with hopes that the memories, like seeds that they are,
will grow and flourish, again.

So, my treasure chest, there, remains in the yard
waiting for that one special day
when my family and I need to return
to those years that have gotten away


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Country Home

Nursing my Michelle in middle of the nights.
Gary and Teddy under Diedra's big double bed.
Seven room house, country road. One neighbor.
Gas station 'cross road: Gas, smokes - Candy!
Neighbor daughters babysit sometimes. I sleep.
We all go buy groceries. Gary is eating candy!
Box boy comes, tells me. I load food into my car.
Neighbors, mine, friend go to a quarry to swim.
Cut, bottom foot, hospital bandage. Father mad!
Husband never around. Cooking, studying, work.
Iron his shirt, mine. Gary pulls crockpot down!
Dinner ruined. Small fridge. Baby eats corn cob.
Diedra eats birthday cake in her room. Son picks
Up Bruce's beer can from coffee table. Two sips.
All kids drink milk. Peas on many vines. White
Potatos, carrots in the ground. Colored flowers
By front door. Nice, green country home. Fields!


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Why is Law?

Law,
A power adopting consent,
Unanimously,
For the welfare of all,

To establish equality,
To provide opportunities,
To remove discrimination,
To break down the prejudice barriers,

To build a bridge on gaps,
So anyone a child, young, 
Old, able or disable can walk, 
Freely, with honour of a nation, 

And can adopt a pride of safety,
And can provide security,
It is a lesson for everyone,
To protect society,

From Criminals, robbers,
Smugglers, gangsters, rapists,
For everyone’s share of happiness. 
For a standard for living. 


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Beloved

Loved by the earth,
loved by the sky,
caught in the middle 
till the day you die.

You play in the sunshine
and dance with the moon,
you dress your hair up
with the flowers of June.

Loved by the earth,
loved by the sky,
caught in the middle,
my love, don't cry.

You dress up in fashion,
wear nothing at all,
just be sure that 
you hear when I call.

Loved by the earth,
loved by the sky,
caught in the middle 
till the day you die.


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Still with me

My dear beloved friend,
I feel you late at night,
Curled atop my feet,
And keeping my heart alight.
I see your sweet smiling face,
Everytime I close my eyes,
And feel you rub against me,
With all the love you have inside.
My loving baby girl, 
I feel you here beside me,
Comforting me of all my pain,
Your close to me once more,
And I have not to weep as much,
When I feel your tail waggin against my legs. 

RIP My Puppy Camille <3 
I love you babygirl


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The Ornament

For you I've awaited a lifetime
in whose heart is clarity
every virtue in you is realized
individual traits of a rarity
 
Your foresight understands ages
like gems your facets reflect
every spectrum covered rainbow
in the things you did not neglect
 
You have focused upon the real life
sought the finest treasures to find
found the path to eternal glory
your approval by God kept in mind
 
Every essence of your person I savor
like sweet smelling smoke of incense
you have kept your garments of whiteness
and washed your hands in innocence 
 
In every course followed your Master
did seek every lesson he taught
applied them with skill and precision
and reigned in your every thought
 
You listened to every Word spoken
and dug into the mysteries ground
wrote them upon the flesh of heart
your possessions as they were bound
 
You have removed all that's discordant
polished every jewel to a shine
placed them in a filigreed setting
the traits that will last for all time
 
How carefully you took in instruction
each quality conformed to what's right
did arrange a garment worth wearing
each quality lustrous in light
 
Your baring of it's graces are lovely
within your heart there lay no fraud
I've exalted you with rejoicing
You have put on the Love of our God
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Farm pond

the waters small body                                                                                                     
small fry big splashes on farm                                                                                           
first catch in her day


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Into the Night

Darkness is born into the night,
stars decorate the sky with their light.
Moonbeams glare through my window bright.
Hoot owls echo into the night,
as they take flight,
into the night.
Campers gather around the camping site,
singing songs that echo into the night.
The cold wind blows,
as the walnuts roast,
over the open fire.


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THE AMERICAN WESTWARD EXPANSION

The Quakers, being religiously persecuted, set sail from expatriated England;
they were the first settlers to reach the shore of New England: a free land!
Later the Puritans came and settled in other eastern, bustling colonies
seeking the same religious freedom, but their urge was stronger than dreams.


Many moved westward on foot, on horseback and on overloaded wagons...
exploring the American wilderness plundered by indigenous Indians;
they searched for grassland everywhere, to let their cattle roam and graze;
first they built wooden shacks on vast, lush prairies full of Queen Ann's Lace. 


And out of this American westward expansion, came the fearless pioneers,
who sought gold mines...despite the wild cowboys causing troubles
with heavy drinking and desire for unscrupulous women, seeking money and pleasure, 
who served them more whisky and lured them to a room with a demeaning measure.


Beyond the Rocky Mountains' and the Appalachians Mountains' skies,
these diligent pioneers obtained wealth with sweat and sacrifices...
changing and shaping the wild landscapes of arable land,
avoiding the drudgery of getting stuck in mud and sand.


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Being Free

I Wasn’t enough to just be myself I had to be what you wanted of me Plastic—Mainstream—Liar Without any creativity And a façade for a personality So I Guess I Just Live a Lie Just to Satisfy And surely survive Your torment spitting opinion but then, A Semblance of the independence I held inside No matter how small it let out a cry I will redeem my pride And be perfect, free, me


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A DEDICATION TO ALL SOUP '' FAM '' UNITED-TING

POETRY IS OUR NAUTURE N' 
STRIDE,(LIFE..) TO LET GO!! 
EACH PEN STROKES A UNIQUE 
*POWER* VIBRANTLY BLASTED 
COULOR: EN~SYNCED WORDS, 
JUST DIFFRENTLY EX* 
PRESSED..(IMAGINABLE!!)
WE STAND ON FIRMED LAND; 
FULL OF LOVE N' NOT HATE; 
WE PULE N' LAUGH, BEING 
SERIOUS OR JOKE AROUND:
WE'RE EQUALLY ABANDONED,
BUT AGAIN PICKED~UP BY A LOVING 
HANDED STRANGER IN 
STRENGTH.... AGAINST INK 
SPILLED... WHERE WE ARE TRUSTED 
IN LOYALTY AND GATHERED 
THOUGHTS TO EXPLORE THIS 
WORLD WE ONCE DESPIZED; A 
MAXIMUM EXPLOSSION OF JOY 
N' CHEER, ALL SEEMS SO 
CLEAR ON LOVE OF THE SOUP 
(*FAM..*) ATMOSPHERE* 
UNITED*TING!!! INKS PENNED;
AS ONE...COME JOIN US...

THIS IS A TRIBUTE TO ALL 
SOUP (*FAM..*)

WRITEN BY: SWEETHEART 
CARMA 06-19-12

INSPIRED BY:
BRITTANY MaD InK CalDwELl;
PACE, G "INK-U-SCRIPT" AND;
MARLON (THE SCRIBE)...
THANK YOU DEAR POETS!!!!


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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.


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Secret Treasures

Discover your companion's world.
Explore trails, unearth secret treasures;
Two cultures are richer than one.
Discover your companion's world-
The lands, waters, moons and sun.
So, learn to speak in another's tongue.
Discover your companion's world.
Explore trails, unearth secret treasures.

(A fortune found before a meeting at work.)


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I AM WITH YOU




                    I AM WITH YOU


      “I AM WITH YOU” so speaks the Divine Father
         I am your master, your true principle
         even your creator and I am for ever with you
         and a mystery chum

           You have to heed me
          especially when your reality
          seems murky and your obligations
          difficult- do not waver nor blame me

           Draw near, my children
          listen to my commands 
          learn and be productive with out
          hesitation never forgetting that
          I am with you both now and forever!


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Coldest Winter Ever


       Let me tell you about the coldest winter ever.  I thought the snow would continue to fall 
forever.   A blizzard came through and snowed us in.  I caught the flu and was delirious for 
an entire weekend.  The electricity was out and no doubt all was lost.  It seems we could not 
overcome the frost.  Kerosene heaters could only do so much.  Everything in the house was 
ice cold to the touch.  We were so cold, we did not even have a desire to eat.  Huddled 
together, fighting the weather with our body heat.
       The winter was so mean, and just when there was a sprinke of hope...we ran out of 
kerosene!  And cold water equals bad hygiene.  We eventually ate saltines for protein.  We 
would shiver under the covers thinking we were gonna freeze to death; but we discovered 
warmth in our hot smelly breath.  During the night we used a flashlight. Being out from under 
covers our bodies would be attacked by frost bite.
       On that last morning at the crack of dawn.  The snow was melting and I could see parts 
of the lawn.  We were all physically, emothionally drained.  But the cold still remained.  I 
then knew, that too, would not last forever.  But it was still the coldest winter ever. 
 
 
Note: Constance la france wanted to feel the chill of winter for the contest "Let it 
Snow" ...Read on but don't get frost bit...lol


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Snow

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


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German Volksmarches

I'd buy Stars And Stripes on Thursdays
To plan Saturday's volksmarch trip.
Vineyards along the Mozel,
On bluffs above castles,
Thru medieval towns;
This Sergeant loved
Those German
Volksmarch
Hikes


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To My Unborn

Ten little fingers, ten tiny toes.
What a burst of joy the thought of you unfolds.
Two pretty eyes, mommy’s pretty nose,
The heavens know I long to hug you close.
Your smiling face, your happy coos,
O’er gems and gold I’ll always chose.
A lad or lass, you’ll keep my lips,
Off the old block, the perfect chip.
A gift from God, my blessed gain
To keep me sane and ease this pain.
I’ll hold your hand, I’ll guide your feet
From ways of shame and Gog’s deceit.
I’ll keep you safe under my wings
And fly you far from harmful things.
You will not like some things I’ll do,
But bear in mind they’re shields for you.
I’ll love you true, a love I owe
And try to match the love I know
From Granny’s hands, its soothing glow,
The very hands that groomed me grow.
Your ‘semblance of no import, but then,
I pray you get your daddy’s pen.
This crazy world, we’re born and die,
And just before, we pause and sigh.
But then I’m glad, for when I’m gone,
A piece of me will carry on.


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Hawk and the Sparrows

The hawk was flying low: he was the fiercest in the sky.
He bullied all the little birds, and flew off with their lives.
The little birds were peaceful, and didn’t want to fight.
To them it was better: to run and hide, then finally to take flight.
Day after day he drove them closer, to the proverbial, final brink.
Then came the day, they rose up, and no more away to shrink.
Soon there would be hatchlings, so the bully, simply had to go.
No longer were they timid, it was their time to truly show.
Banding together they hatched a plan to run the bully day and night.
One can fight, one or two, but a mob shows way more might.
Constantly in pursuit, the bully was never allowed to rest…
The bully finally admitted defeat, and even moved his precious nest.
He could not protect it, if they kept him running away, and stressed.

The bully had finally learned the truth: that is my moral here… 
The small may look an easy mark, but are not as helpless as they appear.
If the meek are brought to their knees… look out my bully… dear.


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Brought up my late Grandmother (2005)

Grandmother Grandmother can’t you see
That all of you is a part of me
Whether you were absent you were not
I have got everything you have got
Grandmother Grandmother you fed me strong
Even though you were gone all along


I love you and miss you so much


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Harmony

In the fading summer light
cicadas swallow sounds in song,
filling the air with a slow,
pulsing rhythm.
We sit facing one another
on a weather-worn deck,
absorbing the notes
reverberating around us 
in a harmonious tune.
Here we are, together again,
a family again,
listening to the sound of
our past, present and future.





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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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A Moonless Summer Night In My Village

Lights of the thousands of stars
Don't seem enough for such a night;
You miss the moon badly 
Who can make the night bright.

Without proper transportation,
Without supply of electricity,
Life here is so different,
Deprived of city-like facility.

A moonless night of summer,
Is not a piece of cake.
If you're going for a hike ,
Don't panic if you encounter a snake.

Among the sounds of toads and cockroaches, 
When One sound appears different 
Do you need your Grand'ma to confirm you 
"This is the sound of a serpent."







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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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The World is Ugly

More delliquit than a flower
Stranded on an island of thieves 
Rising up from the ashes of the 
burning trees

The constant smell of burning flesh
We laid down to rest

The crisp feel of the leaves
Bark burning at a raging speed
But our eyes are to blind to see

What I feel is no less 
That would be your guess



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Let Me Think

Discrimination,
Through my windows,
Touched my skin,
And nailed down my soul.
I were born untouchable,
My colour was dark,
My loving nature was dying on the stretcher,
My tongue tasted,
The sweet and sour; a taste.
The colour of my black eyes,
Flamed fire into someone’s heart,
My natural visionary sights,
That was covered under black hairy strips,
And my skull was burning ashes.
Pain was sucking my blood,
Red tissues were turning gray,
My death was natural.
Nobody claimed my dead body,
White-eyes and fairy hands,
Donated my heart to a posh,
That was lying on a money bed,
And eating his golden spoon and silver plates,
Someone restored my organs,
For human research,
A candle was burning in a corner,
Donate your blood for human beings.
My beheaded body,
That was covering with a mercy sheet,
And a voice was loudening in the sky,
God may bless him.
Air was freshening the dirt,
Forgive him to stay in heaven,
A shrinking voice was weeping bitterly,
Empty hands were rising up,
Is this a natural life?
Why did you give him a birth?
If a poor has no equal right to live.


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Images of Cotton Plantations

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Triple Distatich-GODFEARING GRANDPA

Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago,
he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago;
and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina
to Canada and America...he immensely missed
his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria...
and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed,
tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire,
which too often he bore throughout his dire...
and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge
by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge.



That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs,
was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes 
and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy; 
and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful?
Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms,
nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be
very disastrous and fatal when its banks  filled to capacity
when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope...
as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon.
Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy.


Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples
on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants, 
to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power;
and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave,
but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth.
" I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell,
dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered...
I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears,
the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!"
He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.  


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A time when you could eat the sun

The trees are made of feathers and sticks
The sun is made of golden cheese
The moon was made of whipped cream
A place where the water was made out of blue Kool- Aid
The grass was made of gummy green strings
There was no houses and no place to hide
A place where a boy ate the sun
A place where the Moon swalloed up the world
A tragedy that melted and turned to liquid
No one could swim in the sea
No one could tan underneath the branches
A world where time stood still and the hours were long
A place where humans never existed

"Please Try to Go Beyond Earth Hour"
Treat earth like something you imagined when you were a kid a place where these things happened and you could be safe. Pick up your trash and clean up your yard! after all this is your world too :)!


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Leggy Bird and a Vintage Wine

What i love
About Christmas time
Is a leggy bird
And a vintage wine

With succulent breasts
And a figure so tanned
When i wash my hands
She'll soon be manned

She's the type of bird
Who leaves me well fed
With a glass of wine
I'm ready for bed

But this little bird
Can sure last longer
For she double serves
And my hungry heart grows fonder

At my table she sits
In anticipation
As my hands delight
She has my admiration

This delicious bird on Christmas Day
Is natures Turkey, a delight I'll say
And just before we sit down to eat
We are incredibly thank full, for such a treat



My entry for Donna Golden's contest " Turkey Tribute "



http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-2.php


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Under the Chestnut

Tyler’s tree as it’s always been known
Stands at the northern corner of grandpa’s Kentucky farm home
An American Chestnut having survived the late 18th century blight’s harm
Grandpa believes the tree lives due to a nearby spring’s charm
Its roots venture deep with spring water’s nourishment
Its white bark revealing generations of initials carved in it
The earliest ancestor nine generations removed
Was a man my grandfather called Pappy O’Doul
As family legend tells, it was he who transplanted it
Brought up from Tinker Creek where he often took a *****
This tree is sacred due to our childhood play
Upon a rope swing as generations would swing away their days
And summer picnics with firefly light
Watermelon cooled in the spring for our delight
But you must be wondering why it’s called Tyler’s tree
For Pappy O’Doul’s little baby boy is buried there you see


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Tornado

Feelings of hopelessness
engulf us in a center closet.
We know the warnings 
of an eminent tornado.

My family looks to me 
in a search for courage 
and I try to deliver
by concealing my fears.

I offer assurances
consoling words,
comforting hugs,
and silent prayers.

I know I am helpless
as we await natures wrath
and then it happens -
we all gasp.

The house shakes,
the dogs cling
and fearfully squeal.
The children cry.

..and then – silence, just like that.
It’s all over. We survived!
Caring nothing about our losses
we are just grateful to be alive.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A HAUNTED FISHER

                                       A HAUNTED FISHER

	A hawk - sighted and decided young fisher;
          Traps skillfully, fishes for his wisher;
	Waving and sliding water - hills over;
	With howls of 'hurray', grows ever.

		Now a wisher, decrees vessels;
		And fishes millions of dreams and pearls;
		Blunts swords of sun and might of whirls;
		The spheres of storms and lightening, hurls.
		
			A god of holdings turns all to gold;
			Life to moving circular fold;
			Time to scarce diamonds mould;
			And occasions to sudden perches for hold.

                    	Possess a paradise with Hedden;
		Breaks brutally into the forbidden;
		Inflows and outflows hidden;		
		Landslides and gullies end Aden. 

			Fast after flying dreams, unheard, till; 
			Fast typhoon tosses, waves, spill; 
			Quacks and wrecks whiflashing castle, fill;
			Wakes of the storms died and waters calm still.

		Now where is the floating tower? 
		Flying dreams and manifold power;
		Where is the longed Hedden and Aden’s lover?
		Isn't the ocean calm blue and tempting ever???   
 
																   											
													JOSE PUDUSSERY
																


Details | Lyric | |

Monster

My rage builds up inside
This is the face that cried
The body that died

The world that has no more space
This is the hand that bruised your face
The blood I taste

The depression deep inside my soul
These are the hands that are so cold
The hate that can't unfold

The life placed upon Thee'
These are the eyes that cannot see
The things that should not be

The shame that was placed
This is the mistake that cannot be erased
The time we have left to chase

The words that were spoken too clear
These are the ears that cannot hear
The friend who is no longer near

Shayla Dendinger


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

Days and nights and the universe 
I
The musty monsoon 
insects with swelled bellies
soggy paper boats.
II
Curiosity 
a black feathered bird peeps in,
there is no return.
III
Close the eyes, its night.
A bat has taken a bite; 
the fruit rolls away. 
IV
The desolate rails.
Millions of butterflies, 
they reign the wild shrubs.
V
Crystallized water, 
this rock has witnessed years,
a fly has more eyes.

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 


Details | Quatrain | |

Summers long ago

Nestled in coconut groves and lush fields of paddy,
with the love of a large family, each day warm and tardy,
Ever poised and elegant, stood my trove of memories,
as boys and girls innocent, played under mango trees.

Soon as grandma came in sight, her hair grey with age,
we rushed to hold her tight, dropping our baggage.
It felt as soft as feather, touching her frail hands,
her eyes filling with tears, to see us back on her lands. 

Dewy mornings crawled by, as we grew lazy by the day, 
sultry afternoons passed by, watching cows feed on hay.
Breaking the serenity of dusk, came a fishmonger yelling,
catch of the day cooked with much spice, there was no telling.

Swollen with the monsoon, the dark night sky,
eager to pour it down soon, still as the earth did lie.
And soon, when will I see you next, grandma would sigh,
Feeling sad, as the moment came, for another good-bye. 


Details | Ottava rima | |

Autumns Social

Autumns design takes candor beyond man.
Showing reality we all try to hide.
Sharing nakedness broad in noble plan,
Though recycling natures secure pride,
Bolder, at the end of her life’s span,
Humanities autumn takes us on a ride.
If we should not heed our mortals sign.
Live life full of honor and truly shine.


Details | Epic | |

Spring Is In The Air

I gathered the rakes...
for leaves had covered everything

I gathered the limbs and made up my mind
My dad is 82 years young and it is all left up to me now

Spring is in the air, and there''s work to be done
The tables are turned and I''ve learned a lot

As I sat on my papa''s knee
tuning in to his wisdom

As I helped strong busy hands
clean up natures many grande messes

And during those glorious evening walks
exploring the results of our daily tasks
Pure contentment... satisfaction at ease!

The ending of one''s long journey...
scurrying into another''s
simple visionary walk in life...

Chosen while resting on ''that'' knee 
and enjoying great ''wise tales''

Spring is in the air... 

--Shirley Sibley 


Details | Rhyme | |

Works

Like wine which efferveses within the glass
is your own love to me
it fills my heart and bubbles up
rising when you I see
 
Its movements effect whats hidden within
to be seen in what I do
know this my love its welling up
its focus is on you
 
When you are given a gift so grand
what with it would be
upon its presence within your life
its will effecting thee
 
It's hard to tell if it's mine or yours
or what its work does move
I only know not to let it go
until its work does prove
 
Can't be so minor if it stirs my thoughts
but let its movements be
its works are placed within my heart
to love you eternally
 
Matthew 22:37-39 NIV
“Jesus replied: “‘Love the Lord your God
with all your heart and with all your soul
and with all your mind.’ This is the first and
greatest commandment. And the second is
like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’”
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC

my ditty for the day


Details | Free verse | |

Thanksgiving through...

A red, orange, brown fuss
in autumn once more
as fog comes upon us 
Halloween ghouls to the door

The trees turning yellows
rains tumult and pour
thunder bellows, 
winds blow cold with a roar

and puddles they widen 
until they're almost a lake
then out we need go 
for the leaves we must rake

So we dig out our gloves
and we wrap round our scarfs
Then we shop for our loves,
friends and then some other halves

For Christmas  approaches
but fireworks come first
as Guy Fawkes encroaches
kids pennies do thirst

Then it's time for the lights
as the children do sing
And Santa's nearly in sight
while the church bells do ring

Then Jesus Christ's birth
we will try to remember
the meaning of 'worth'
on 25th of December.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

All The Trees

All the trees I knew are gone.
Removed by fear and greed.
No longer to sing a song,
As wind blows through their leaves.
Never again to drop a seed.

The trees of our childhood delight
Where I carved her name, like we'd never part.
Where we camped under at night,
or cried with a broken heart.
Where plans were made for a new start.

The old tree house broke into bits.
The tree where you fell and split your head.
Where long gone grandpa cut a switch,
Under which we gathered, and she said,
"I Do".  And followed where ever he led.


Details | Bio | |

Felled

I walk  in the pathetic pages of a used tired book
Crushed by the heavy leaves that lied to me
The older I become, the angrier I see
orange, red, yellow peeling 
Panting, painting, pelting poems
against a soggy canvas and sagging
lines like tired feet held together with
sad gray shoes

We're the oldest ones here
The doctor is so young
The lawyer is a child
The children are all grown
My grandbaby is going to college

Still when I brushed my hair today
and sashayed by you
a lilt to my tongue and a 
swagger in my lips
I curved a kiss to you and 
blew an ocean of windtossed
leaves

I scooted under them
like a silly child
Smelling the earth
Rooting like a piglet

When did Tubman push her
passengers along
Putting nails in trees to indicate
the turn in the fog
the fork in the road

If she could work into 
the autumn and beyond
Why kant I rite the lanterns 
of my life?

And in autumn
You don't need permission
To fall and land in earthy
grandeur

Staggering, solemn, orange
Reborn like a felled tree


Details | Haiku | |

'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown


Details | Light Poetry | |

Woods

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


Details | Free verse | |

Nature To Its Fullest (my opinion of nature)

Nature to its fullest
Is where all beauty lies
For flowers bloom and animals dance.
and I'm sure no one would say other wise.

I am one with nature
I will not lie 
I hunt with the wolves
And sing with the birds 

I dwell the dark forests
Where beauty is seen 
A beam of light across the bright blooming narcissus flowers 
Next to a large pond with silver fish gleaming in the water.

To this I ponder at what I see..
Why cant this be shared amongst us all?
My wonder is over when spot a panther in ivory black 
Only to turn silver upon the moons brilliant light

Gleaming eyes turned towards me as i am doing the same
A single tint of sorrow in her eyes
For I see that she has but one cub, innocently playing with his mothers tail
For then I suspect that she lost all but one of her litter, 

This is love of an animal with her cubs a loss that seems unbearable 
Thus i think of every day society and am disgusted by those who kill their own 
Just because of regret, how they put them in places to be left to die, to think about how 
Painful it would be for an infant to die of starvation and thirst, a baby crying for love but 
Unable to find it. then it dies, and the mother seems not to care... it sickens me to say how 
This can be done.

But to most, i should add, morn for their baby's death,
And some cherish the arrival like peace on earth. 
Why can't society become one? 
Why must we endure such heartaches? 
So many questions but not many answers,
But some should be left untold.

Mothers and fathers alike cherish birth like nothing better could happen.
Even as life gets harder, love is still the strongest emotion.
 
This is a poem of my opinion.
I hope to hear what your opinion is.


Details | Couplet | |

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.


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.


Details | Verse | |

OUR FAMILY VALLEY

OUR    FAMILY   VALLEY

Mountains strong withstand the turmoil,
Protect our valley from the storm.
The river makes a fertile soil
And seedling trees can start to form.
The slopes are crowded with the trees
And their pine scent fills our valley’s breeze.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . 

NOTE:
Moraine Lake in Banff National Park always  
reminded me of a family of father, mother, and children.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

Written  for  John Freeman’s  Contest   “A Nature Verse”       
( syllables  8 8 8 8 8 9 )


Details | Sonnet | |

HOURGLASS

.......HOURGLASS
When all the sand's run out for yesterday
and here you stand reflecting on it all,
no matter what you do, or what you say
you'll never change the way time has to fall;

the sand's been piled onto the waiting floor,
announcing time's run out, as you can see,
all hopes and dreams now fade, to be no more,
as if the way it's piled is meant to be;

all Heaven knows you've done the best you could
to shape tomorrow as you'd want today,
but somehow things don't go just as they should
and sands of time don't always fall your way.

The best we'll ever do is turn the stand
and hope again our time goes as we've planned.
.................© ron wilson


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Nights

boundlessly wishing
pinkies clasped beneath stars~
bonfire sparkles rise
 


Details | Diminished Hexaverse | |

Charivari du muet - Noise of the mute

I do not waltz, betwixt this sound,
I cannot descry, your whispered amulet,
Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament,
as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine,
along these osculate words...

I try, to listen to the bells, sedulous nihility,
I want Mozart in my mind, I yell, demused, 
I missed my train, another consortium delayed,
From Elysian fields, you call and call again...

Somehow, your words seem true to me,
Sometimes, you know, but you don't hear me,
Someway, the hindrance of my earthly epistles:
The painful, sly and poignant, missive envisage,
docile tones of your tongue, conducts satiny notes,
Palpable facial expressions, lead me on and on,
and the violin of my waltz, 
sustains my love, 
forevermore....



Details | Rhyme | |

Strive to Overcome

God only puts us in situations that we can handle
Sometimes we just gotta man up
Instead of trying to dismantle
Cause then we get fed up
He loves his children and gives them great favor, but he also gives us different challenges to overcome
Inorder to get courage which only makes us braver
Always remember who your father is and where you come from
You know who you are but he knows too
And together as a team you will make it through 
So when things get rough
Just seek the lord Jesus 
And remain tough
Because he will give us everything we need
There is no need people
To be full of greed


Details | Sonnet | |

Minnesota Nice

The great upper mid west
Minnesota put to the test
Ten thousand lakes and streams
Reality for many who like to dream


From Itasca state park
To the Louisiaina's wooden bark
The mighty Mississippi flows
Gently down the outcrop she goes


Crime rates are always's on the rise
But really does it come as such a surprise
Everyone seems to like to hug
Except when its a mosquito bug


So many call us Minnesota Nice
But some still say were Cold as Ice




Details | Verse | |

Twisted

You were born to be a filigreed crown
to soar like the swift      never touch ground
but they gave you labels   suiting their thought
words sharpened like knives    in which you were caught
 
Spoken words in unisons                    cacophony
untouchable     not decent      not fit for family
oh the old wounds                and their residual pain
I just want to           see you soaring again
 
The others hated you         without any word
their actions spoke louder         than expressions heard
unworthy to speak to           or even be seen
to be hidden from others     aspersions as mean
 
How on earth    could you possibly shine
when you felt their ridicule    locked forever in time
I watched you dry up       before my own eyes
in the heat of the ire              the flame of despised 
 
Like an animal branded           wearing its mark
cast out like our Lord         flung from the park
on rocks were you broken         too limp to hold
to crawl and to cower          where reception is cold
 
The unthinking know not        the powers of word
wrestle not with ideas       conceptions they've learned
who never consider     that our mouths are the flame
that torture the sensitive       stab them with pain
 
How long does it take       for a heart to die
too scarred to ask questions           or the wondering why
a planet of suffering    the agony of breath
like those barely living          and too slow is death
 
Where you can hold stars           and dance in the day
to sing of life's joy     partake in its sway
be moved by its chords           like crescendo of song
to be not cast down     like everything's wrong
 
The scar like a keloid      to thick to peel
weather beaten hard         shielded like steel
Walls like a fortress     the place you reside
away from misfortune         the dark place you hide
 
Listen my Love      my words are for you
I know where you shine       I've seen them accrue
If I thoughtless hurt you   please let me know
I'm only a student         molded like dough
 
Break out beloved     create something new
polish your character           bid cruelty adieu
set your sights high      seek always insight
let love be your leader     in words that delight
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
Via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Haiku | |

a mom and her child...


a mom and her child...
enjoying the quiet lake,
my priceless treasures 


Details | I do not know? | |

Walk With Me To The Shoreline

The calm before the storm
Bids us to ignore the brewing tempest
Still the nimbus are towering beyond the horizon
As inexorably the squall line approaches our respite
Walk with me to the shoreline
For I fear not the fury
Stand with me to confront the shifting currents
And prevail the harsh elements before us
As the laden columns rise to blot the sky
And seize the light from out tomorrow
I shall rise up in contest
To ensure the continuance of our day
With a fury for the typhoon
Its winds will not deter me our days
The surf will pound around us
And violent gusts will tear at our fabric
But I refuse to be swept up in these tides
Just as these winds will dwindle to zephyrs before me
The lightning will crash and the thunder echo
But they shall gather not my attention
For I focus on the quieter seas to follow
In the days of lesser tumult
When the gentle breeze but wisps your hair
And the setting sun casts us in pleasant repose
I have seen these days before
And desire the grace of their twilight to come
They surpass any fury which can be leveled
And make as nothing the monsoon
So for now I await the storm with you here
When it arrives I shall raise my shield
To protect you from its vengeance
Will we may become dampened
We shall not drown
While we may be shaken by thunder
We shall not be disheartened
And as the seas rise around us
Our determination will summon its eye
In the morning the sun will rise again
Casting its view over the remnants
In these we will find that which we ever needed
The distractions will be blown from us
And we will sail the seas of our life
Collecting the cherished
And leaving the deadweight behind
Here in this calm before the coming storm
Walk with me to the shoreline
Trust me to shelter you
I’ll keep you ever sound
And in allowing me this protection
You shall shelter me


Details | Free verse | |

MyTreeAndI

By dusk, the day will take its toll
I unwind with my daily stroll
And every day my eyes behold 
A tree, upon a mound. 

I see his life how he would see
We keep eachother company
Together, just my tree and me
And noone else around.

We laugh and sing and dance and play
And quickly waste the sun away
And soon its light that lights the day
Is nowhere to be found.

And now it seems I cannot see
I’m stuck here, fading, with my tree
Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves
My soul becomes the ground.


Details | Romanticism | |

On A Sagging Couch

                        

                                                And            You
                                           I                              Are
                                         Have                          The
                                         The                           Half
                                            Other                     Of
                                                 Half           This
                                                          Heart
             Sitting on a sagging couch
                                                       Remembering, the olden touch
             Robin warbles, on tree of pears 
                                                        Own memories, of yesteryears
             How many storms passed?          
                                                         Yet, to anger, we never rushed
             Summer has faded, now is fall
                                                          Always together, we will recall
             Counting the golden leaves
                                                      On the garden, a spider weaves
             Till the nagging rains come
                                                      Seaming our breath, with a hum
             Of warm embraces and kisses 
                                                        Edifying once more, the pieces
             Of love, till the next cockcrow
                                                      O! Forever, you and me, the vow
             The dreams, from yesterday
                                                          Live, for tomorrow…and today
             Remembering, the olden touch
                                                  In love, sitting on a sagging couch


 


Details | Narrative | |

Imagine

If all the things I have right now were taken away and I had nothing left I would fantasize about nature and how beautiful it is. I would imagine that I was swinging on an old tire swing in front of a river. In the river were little ducks and I would go feed them. In my life right now I don’t think of nature that way. I think if my freedom was taken away I wouldn’t take it for granted the way I do and I would know how much it actually means to me. I would also imagine my family getting together for my family reunion. We would usually have them in September. My aunt would make her fancy white cake topped with chocolate drizzle. My grandma always made her jello cake; I still don’t know exactly how she makes it. The others would bring KFC, at least three boxes full of chicken and fries. All the kids would sit together and play games and laugh as we threw food at one another. We would have a game where the kids lined up from age 1 to age 13 and you would get to pick a prize appropriate for your age. I would always get stuck with bath soap and tooth brushes.I take a lot of ordinary things for granted and I think a lot of people do but they won’t admit it. Sometimes I even take life and my freedom for granted. I think that if maybe we wouldn’t take things for granted like the trees or our freedom that maybe our lives would be a lot better and things wouldn’t happen the way they do. I have lived long enough to know that it won’t happen, nothing happens the way you want it to. Just a few months ago I lost my grandma and I couldn’t do anything to help her. I took all of the things she did for granted and now that she’s gone I miss her. She used to make this tuna casserole, it was just amazing but I never told her just how much she meant to me. I think if I would have told her that more then I wouldn’t feel so guilty or depressed that she is gone. I never told her what I needed to. If people could use the words of John Lennon “Imagine Peace” and actually think about it then maybe the world wouldn’t have to end because there wouldn’t be any enemies, murders, drugs, none of the bad things would have happened. If we could have just accepted everyone around us for who they are and known that one day we all have to die, we could have stepped back from it all and said I had a good life and I don’t regret any of it. I think it’s no good to step back from something and tell yourself that you could have done something to prevent it.


Details | Free verse | |

Kissing Moon

My longing desire beckons
Go kiss the fair faced moon!
Though its reflection lies 
beside me
giving forth a priceless smile
than why oblige to go
kiss the fair faced moon?


Details | Haiku | |

Picnic


fisherwomen tramp
along river's berm
we picnic



Details | Haiku | |

Sudden Storm

broken flip flop rests
outside sandy castle walls
perhaps, the clouds break
 


Details | Blank verse | |

Dog Ownership

  Dog owndership is not for me nor is the
dog walking buisness even if someone was
to pay me a fee or buy me a car and
throw in a house that's free of mice

  Dogs always have to stop and sniff around often
 even and lag way behind especially if their person
wants to contine walking and thinking out loud while
assuming that the dog is close by to find out that's not
true

   Dogs usually want to be good or so trainers claim
 but training a dog is a stressful challenge although 
 it's great to have  one's dog in the car at Taco Bell
 and there's nobody else with whom to share

    It's harder still when one's dog seemingly starts to
   have a hearing problem and runs away from the driveway
  as if confused on a hot day and then runs back home before
  it can be found- I like certain kinds of dogs but to own one just
  isn't for me.


Details | Lyric | |

cjh

it feels good to know 
I have found someone 
who cares as much 
as I love the sky 
as I love the rain 
as I love spring 
or a summer day 
it feels good to know 
I can look in your eyes 
and not be denied 
the love I feel inside 
is more precious than 
the first blooming flower
the first clap of thunder 
the first ray of sun 
after a shower 
it feels good to know 
where ever we go 
you are always with me 
by my side
and knowing you love me 
makes me fly
higher than the biggest plane 
further than geese on autumn days 
for I am undoubtably yours
forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

It sits alone, abandoned, on it's now private island as the ocean continually encroaches with time.

Nothing left but photographs to prove to the world it was here as a storm crashes overhead.

With one final gulp a once happy home relinquishes itself to the watery abyss.


Details | Free verse | |

Gina

                    
                  Gina

In running through natures fields of green
Gina takes the light of day with pleasure
The sun in all its glory dazzled by her sight
Over all the other flowers
It shines for her alone
Sweeter in innocence above all nature
She keeps the warmth with wondrous inner glow
Deserving every happiness she can bestow
We know that love and grace is hers forever
And Gina, our Gina, we love you so


Details | Narrative | |

Mother to Son

You live in another world
spiritual realm your heaven
a powerful entity in itself.

The watching of your loved ones
from the angels sky
sprinkling your wishes
of joy to them all.

Never missing anything
from the highest plane
where you can move on
to another journey.

The past, present and future
are all multi-dimensional
in the hall of records
where past judgments lie.

Spread your angel wings
fly down to me upon the earth
so I can feel you once more.


Details | Free verse | |

Imagine What You Can't See

The guns, the shooting, the fighting, the war. A young soldier hugs his family as he waits by the door. He knows he's ready, he knows he's right. He stayed up packing and praying all through the night. He's been training, but he's never been there, he can only imagine and prepare. His plane takes off, his heart beats fast, he's leaving for war at last. In his hand he holds a picture of his mom, dad, brother and his sister. He holds it tight and quietly wishes them farewell, he closes his eyes as tears start to swell. The plane lands in the hot heat, quickly he gets ready to jump from his seat. He runs screaming into the dark and stops, what he sees makes his heart drop. Famine, fear, diseases spread. People lying in the streets dead. Laying in the dark, staring at the moon's glare. He can only picture a gruesome nightmare.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Power of the Wind

A family portrait lies in the middle of the street
amongst cars now upside down;
Piles of rubbish as far as the eyes can see
in what once was a Midwestern town.

Sirens blasts preceded the train-like roar
by only a quarter of an hour;
as the funnel cloud dropped out of the eerie gray sky
on the town it would devour.

Tornadoes show no favoritism,
destroying bars and churches alike;
ripping roofs off homes and businesses -
whipping them around like paper kites.

Electrical wires exploded and homes imploded;
thousands of screams that nobody heard –
just the roar of the twister, and believe my mister,
the fear that you feel cannot be put into words.

Red Cross tents are still a few hours away
as people start uncovering from the debris;
in what now looks like a beautiful day
individual straws of hay stuck in the sides of a tree.

People start counting fingers and toes
and seeking out family members;
Worldly belongings of an entire community
mixed together in the tornado’s embers.

A number of towns have shared this fate
throughout the US Midwest;
and through each and every reoccurrence of this
religious beliefs are put to the test.

Neighbors pull together; help comes from near and far;
the rebuilding will shortly begin –
but anyone who has ever lived through this
will never forget the power of the wind.


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THE KING OF NUTS

Bolts and nuts coming together like husband and wife,

Nuts coming alone forgetting bolts to sweet life like a wife,

Nuts-

Peanuts,pine nuts and paradise nuts in the kingdom of nuts,

Coconuts-

The king of nuts,

In coconut,the king coconut is the king,

The king coconut,the undisputed king of nuts!


Details | Haiku | |

Christmas Gifts

Santa stuffs stockings
Pomegranates, juice, bees wax 
Chocolate tree nuts


Details | I do not know? | |

Knowledge

I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den’s hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall


Details | Rhyme | |

True Camel's

On African deserts you must be wary,
Of the famous one humped Dromedary.
He is jealous of his Asian brother,
Who has that hump and then another!

That Bactrian camel (the one with two humps)
Must slow way down when crossing bumps!
When those humps hit they go, "Ker-Splatt!"
Did you know those things are filled with fat?

Bactrian camel's are handsome guys,
With long thick brows around their eyes!
With those two humps and pretty faces,
They're very popular at the oasis!

So that's the story of True Cammel's
That happy, humpy desert mammal.
On any desert you should be wise,
Park your car and ride these guys!

Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson

Karma
Copyright 2010 Karma Adamson


Details | Haiku | |

Early Riser

 
my bright cork plopped
into knee deep ice water~
tented ~ she slumbers
 


Details | Rhyme | |

Give Me A Piece Of Land

Give Me A Piece Of Land


Give me a piece of land, a home for my family to grow
 a place to enjoy Spring's rains, Summer's breezes 
 before the gloriously white Winter's snows

Set it in Nature's sweet paradise so very divine
 where beautiful creatures freely roam
 with blue skies decorating the beauty of the pines

Send each season to nurture Nature's earthly feast
 as cool flowing streams cross the land with
 trees shining magic upon the rising Sun in the East
 

When Sun sets on this majestic earthy green delight
 all turn in for joyous nightime music
 letting peaceful thoughts and tranquility take flight

Robert L. 05-31-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Tornado

Storms a brewing 
Lighting crashing in the sky
Wind a howling
Rain blows in Leaves fly

Safe with you holding on thigh
Listen to the news
People homeless tonight
Gives me the blues

Tornado's clam victor in the battle won
We shiver and watch with tears
Someones world come undone
It is that time of year

Homes can be rebuilt and trees will grow back
But what of the lives lost
When storms attack
What about the price they cost


Details | Haiku | |

Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me






Tribute To
Man's Best Friend


My Pup {Shadow}  LOL


Details | I do not know? | |

Camping (Nonet)

    Camping is a good way to get back
      to nature. Finding a spot
        setup camp and pitch a tent.
          Cooking and eating the
            food we caught fishing.
              Cleaning up and
                sleeping in
                  the tent.
                    FUN


Details | Free verse | |

MEADOW OF DAISIES

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!      


Details | Monoku | |

Peek A Boo

Etched between two pines 
                             shaven mountain crest

Beneath benchmarker
                               lined  tombstones 



Details | Haiku | |

Finally Summer

sitting on the steps
counting flashes of fireflies
we welcome summer 


Details | Bio | |

Jacob(my bio)

Jacob
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
Wölf
??


Details | Bio | |

EPOCHS OF WOMANHOOD

Epochs of womanhood

1 VIRGIN

With malar flushes, 
Causelessly she blushes,
In solitude, to herself she smiles,
While walking, aimlessly she tarries.
With a startled look, 
Whom does she seek?

2 YOUTH

Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam, 
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender. 
Nature bares the Truth 
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!

3 MOTHERHOOD

Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweeter from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!

4 MENOPAUSE

Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, 

Her flabby shriveled breast, 
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! 

Dr.Hemant Vinze


Details | Rhyme | |

the beautiful storm

I love the sight of honeysuckle
with truest green wrapped round after rain
the after effects of summers storms
bringing pure pleasure of beautiful sights
or an aftermath of pain

so many memories lost 
around tornado storms howling rage
everything gone in a flash
like theaters respectful silence 
while onstage

I love the sight of natures finest
keep looking round you will see
out here crops look so beautiful 
richness in soil a gaurantee

trees all have a story here
wish I could hear and see!
I look and listen quietly
my mind almost making 
a movie

gentle enchanting breeze
touches my nape soothingly
a pleasant smile lifts 
these tired old lips 

a fading shine 
of who I use to be
like a dusty painting
mind will not cooperate 
with my body

wish I could run fast, see more
maybe one day again I shall
for today I will look at natures beauty
a graceful elegance 
a powerful wall
M.K. Flame


Details | Lanterne | |

Cloud

Mass
liquid
condensed
in atmosphere
sky.

Cloud
color
from vapor
and refracted
light.

Four
classes
make up clouds
Low, Middle and
High.

More
exist
as plasma
and gas far from
sight.

Two
classes
stratus and
cumulus are
they.

The
stratus
layered, the
cumulus, pile
shaped.

High
clouds reach
far above
wispy, icy
faint.

Low
Clouds live
close to ground
in a foggy
taint. 

In
between
the middle
clouds, say moisture
soon.

The
last clouds
vertical
up-current, and
cool.

Clouds
can go
fast or slow
thunderstorm clouds
set,

a
speed of
60 miles
per hour at
best.

High
clouds which
ride a jet
stream move faster
still.

Ice
crystals
form as snow
in the freezing
chill.

Light
descends
discharged
from cumulus
hosts.

When
static
charges
cloud and ground make
bolts.

Rain
is born
sea moisture
dispelled and
packed.

Fall
and give
life to all
then repeat the
act.

Earth's
surface
cools by way
of giving off
heat.

At
night
cooler air
from sea makes a
breeze.

The
cloud looks
down upon
the world it has
kept,

with
water
nourishment
as our blanket
spread.


Details | Light Poetry | |

A Warmer Place

A warmer place

High in the sky 
The birds sing to the daylight
Free to love and sing
All talented and in tone
I can listen to the sweet notes
To soar through the open skies
As they organize
Wishing they will find sweet home
I close my eyes to hear them once more 
As they set out for a warmer season
I tighten my jacket 
Heading to the park that’s near
As I sit and play 
My mother starts to sing
I pretend I am a bird
Flapping my wings and never resting
To keep going till I feel the weather change
Setting out for a new beginning
Meeting other birds just like me
On my way home still flapping away till I get home
Inside a warmer place where I can start a new life, starting today
Because I want to be high in the sky
With my wings still strong flying all night 

By: Marissa Stoops 


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


Details | Free verse | |

The Ride

  Liquid filled dreams crept through the cool night breeze as a still distant thunder cracked the horizon.

  I thought to my self that an earth quake must be taking ground for it’s sake. 

  Safe over the hill and still quit far up aways my moms home baked cookies broke the day.
 
  I had my own “Loc Ness”, quite the demon, and as not to sneak snacks was an easyprice to pay.

  My world began empty and cold as it seemed from one life bring wisdom.
 
Rough enough storm to destroy, every thing that we knew, the tusnami -a wave of a storm.

  I confess to hearing her laugh what a story this was going to make. 

  Later they tried to pan the bottom of the oceans floor hoping to avoid more. 

  And I will leave you here on your own but then after it’s done you’ll be home.
 
  No matter what you’ll stay, but if another one comes Austrailia is that way,my moms arm waved.

   And I see her begining to stare, her mind was set on wide open to get it all those people saved.

  I do still answer myself again and again about why if it hurts so bad, 

The answers all began to be crystal clear and the answer is; 

She worked hard to make it a decent place to live and storms bad enough they called in the Hubble.

   A tusnami destroys everything. 

  Everything she loves about her life is in rubble.

 Based on the idea of how people live,

   And why she cares when they die, 

Fighting with intimacy, 

  While they drag the sea to collect people who died, 

  And my mind begins to wonder why the storms taking so long to decide, 

We are waiting here waiting for another heck of a ride.


Details | I do not know? | |

Howl

Howl! Where are you, my brother? Howl! Come hither, my sister! Come, let us hunt! Come, let us play! Howl! Here I am! I am lonely. Please, come to me. Howl! I am in danger! Please, my pack, come and fight with me! Rescue me! Help me, please. Howl!


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Splendor

In awe and mighty splendor
God formed a place for man to live
Giving Eve to be with Adam
Adam gave to Eve his rib
That they together bear God's children
Live together happily
Together they could walk the land
Walk the sand along the sea
When the storms came
They huddled closely
When the snow
They wrapped so tight
When the sun came out so brightly
They ran and played until the night
As bedtime neared
They knelt and prayed
And thanked God for His lasting love
The Lord was pleased at all He'd made
Watching things closely from above


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Gone are the Gardens

After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons,
He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred,
A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh,
What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing.

One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision,
He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world,
With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now,
With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a lonely little boy.

Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back,
His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty, 
His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of this anguish,
His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment. 
 
As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns,
Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair,
People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces,
Etched lines are a calender of life's events of misery hard work and hard times.

Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress,
Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people,
Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday, 
Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds  

How many years have these so called men drunkenly beat wives and their children,
Count the bruises made by the connubial fist through many many years of misery,
Remember the drops of blood that have flowed since the words 'I do' were said,
How many tears have been collected as trophies since a wedding day so long ago.

When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented,
There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers,
As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature,
Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds.

Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games,
The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine,
It cast its silvery beads all around but now nobody listens to its rippling tunes,
And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath the tooth and finger of neglect.

Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth,
They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone,
Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so,
No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying.

I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality,
Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision,
The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them,
I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

English Garden

I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where I was young,
the quaint charm of the English garden.
Where time has not weathered with due harm,
swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air.

Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst
of a sunny afternoon.
Seconds where dreams danced on the moon,
sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath.
Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes
where a thousand of narcissus bloom.

I watch them sway the day away tossing 
their sweet perfume to the winds.
Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse.
The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden,
a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity.

Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen
Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon.
From within my center core I breathe for more of this
paradise near heavens view.

Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in
melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors
my thirsty soul.


My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great
Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in
England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In
reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished
from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time,
I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.


Details | I do not know? | |

Pebbles

Time slips by
like pebbles
flowing gently 
downstream
slipping silently on
before vanishing forever
into the eternal landscape
where the faces of those
we have loved and lost
blend like stars
in the seamless expanse
we call 'yesterday'.

For a moment I knew you
we were drops in an ocean
you have slipped from my grasp
and the pebbles
in the trickling stream of life
flow on.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Natural Lady

I like hamburgs and hotdogs.
I even like a brat.
At cookouts it don't matter...
Just cook up what you've got.

I don't mind getting dirty.
My shoes won't stay on long.
Don't let me see you cover your ears
while I sing my favorite song.

I like to fish with live bait.
I just prefer the worms.
You'll never hear me hollar
when it wriggles and it squirms.

I'm just a natural lady.
I live with mother earth.
My family says I'm normal...
for what their opinion's worth! 


Details | Haiku | |

The Lead

Hidden in the mist
Young buck following mother
Lead by example


Details | Rhyme | |

THE DAY SHE CUT HER HAIR

           THE DAY SHE CUT HER HAIR

Puzzle pieces snapped to make the night
Children slept
She inhaled  intoxicating silence white
Mint tasting
Slight hand captured brush of crested silver
Handed down
Attacked her red head til it quivered
Smiling now
Adored man impatient---flicked eagle gaze
Cruelty based
Her Guts roared  danger--'tis the end of days

“Cut it off” he challenged power dare
She looked down
Sole pride lingered –precious waist-kissed hair
Took a vow
He will leave me now if I refuse
Children cry
Only one thing that she could choose
Nodded head
He dressed quickly and hit the door 
Her eyes closed
She had dreamed this scene and knew the score

Sat there brushing til the break of day
Sun came up
Found her scissors and she snipped away
Hair fell down
Wept in silence as she made her plan
Kids woke up
Clearly needed a life without this man
Swept the floor
Started singing to perk up her day
Breakfast time
Kids to feed and get them on their way



Victoria Anderson-Throop    December 1, 2012    Juja, Kenya   Africa


Details | Free verse | |

The Pigeon Way

Way up high,

In the sky,

Pigeon are there;

In the air.

Headed right to,

The man who,

Whistles for them;

To approach him,

For the seed,

They will need.

Early each day,

On their way,

Where pigeon go?

I don't know,

All over town,

On the ground;

Or flying high,

Across the sky,

Enjoying their day;

The Pigeon Way.


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Haiku | |

Plum Nelly

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


Details | Name | |

Winter

Wistful thoughts of fires and frost
Intertwined with longing for family and friends
Nightly adventures on sleds over white streets
Together with snowball fights and ice to contend
Evenings spent talking over cups of hot cocoa and
Remembering the reason of Christmas again.

Winter


Details | Carpe Diem | |

Autumn Newbie

Out of the dark clouds 
I would like to paint a clear blue sky
Birds flocked and cotton clouds clustered 
And autumnal daytime rays of light
Mirrored over the wheatish farm.

Out of the flooded land
I would like to paint a cropped season
Two sparrows chirping over the jutting out branches
And the boggy field of monsoon
Seeded for the winter harvest. 

Out of the caged houses
I would like to paint children playing around
Two teens making out and hatful shopping around
And the inactive citizenry of the August
Grooming for the awaited festival to come.

Out of the canopy
I would like to paint an ablaze realism
Women in solitaries and classy men 
And the kid who exacted
Blessed by the divine soul. 


Details | Free verse | |

Your Insight

You are powerful even in the darkest of days... I prayed for Your insight
Night and Day...every pondering moment.
You responded to my prayers in many unique ways...You made my spirit take flight 
What should I say? You scrubbed off my lament. 

You relieved me from distress
You fearlessly strengthened my hope 
and frayed my fear
Now I'm in high spirits with freewill and delight...
and I must confess
You wiped away the boundless tears, shattering my negativity...
your love is crystal clear now!

Am I still that hovering angel...yearning for some light?
Am I still that naive spirit, giving in to the darkness and seeking plight?

I know God loves me, but I doubt Him still
God revealed His love with my whole family...but i don't feel right
I know God cares for us, I see no sign of Him or His will... 
God dealt with us with patience and kindness, but I can't yield on to His radiance so full of might

You are fruitful even in the darkest hours...I prayed for Your delight
To fall upon me day and night...effecting my every thought process
You promised me Your blessings and upcoming Kingdom every time I consider Your Word... You made my dreams come true and lingered around me despite
My bitter, spiteful words that I didn't mean to say... Is there any hope that I'll ever be successful during this time of cheerlessness 

But, I believe God is a merciful creator!!


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Narrative | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

omelette

really, i’m really starving 

from the frame of my room’s window 
afternoon sun looks like an omelette 
wonderful, well-fried, big and wide

but that omelette has been divided,
slaughter by neighbors’ tv antennas 
by phone and electronics cables 
and without a few for my stomach 

i try to make my tears not to drops 
remind me again my mom’s omelette 
i used to be find one, a whole one,
as her love with her children

with continues fallen saliva 
i see that omelette without wink 
but only few seconds then 
it is gone ravenous-dine 
by whom i don’t know 
and then left sky alone 
like dirty-grubby plate 

tonight when dark covers the space 
night lamps one by one wake 
i will crawl go out from my room 
then silently lick the sky-plate 
before cleaned by rain or dew
only to entertain my hunger stomach 
then sleep and dream about an omelette


Details | Sonnet | |

Who Bears Your Infancy?

What silk conducts the frail nocturnal moth?
What hand commands its drunken fabric flight?
Whose guiding threads are weaved within its cloth?
--the same maternal moon that knits the night?

Can such a lantern lead it to neglect
the sov'reignty endowed within its wings?
Can such resplendent light induce defect?
Does radiance incite its ragged rings?

If so, what poor parental sense does she,
the nightly wife of dawning's eye, display.
What mother lets her children toddle free
when faulty fathers seek to singe their way?

Why must the moth revere the mother's name,
yet turn to ash before a father's flame?


Details | I do not know? | |

Rainy Day

Drip, drip, drip, drip
Into the water I want to slip
Chills run down my spine
That sweet warm water will be mine

Heat runs through my veins
As I watch the pouring rain
The chills slowly subside
As I ache to go outside

Instead I choose to sit
And watch my granny knit
A sweater that will be for me
I really should let her be

Looking down at my mug
The chills begin to tug
I see mom out in the rain
Better put on the kettle again

Jessica Turl
October 9, 2011


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Changeling

I go away down I tell you
I go away down to the river
Leaving the vulgar world behind
I need to go down alone
Alone with the roots
That grown strong then old

I need to think about me
Will be a second me?
Will be one who will look
Like me before I'll return?

When the last drop of a star
Beginning to fill up the natural
Pond with news grasses
Where the meadow
Will laugh with bright color

I will call you I promise you at least
I will be in the last minutes
When I was ready to die.


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what went wrong



What went wrong?

Before both was co-creator of the human race
And were co-equal, in nature of their person and unique in function
As they co-exist in harmony as the co-creator of the family unit
As he said, you are the bone of my bone and the flesh of my flesh
And she shall be called woman, he said…
And for this reason dating and courtship was ignited
And thus leading to the Marriage institution
 
Until she made a fatal decision so we heard
That caused the rift and then the fall so we learned
By eaten the ‘forbidden fruit’ so we were informed
And he made matters worse by his attitudes so we read 
By his blames and excuses when he was questioned
In the role she played and the role he played

And the rift led to a separation 
And the separation led to suppression
And the oppression of the feminine power was actualized
Through fret and fear
And forcefully rule without her consent
Because the male considers the female a foe 
In every, aspect and precept of life endeavors…

He took over the duty of the family and the public life
Allowing her to be passive in decision making 
as he considers her as inferior to him
When in the beginning she was proactive...but at moment
Enslaved to him as culture dictates in favor of him

His physical presence was a threat to her
She is without freedom to make a choice 
Seen as a second-class citizen over the years 
Position such as housewife was tagged with her
When she possesses similar creative power such as the male 
But was denied by the fearful nature of the male ego

Who will loose her from this bondage of ancient years?
As she is dominated by the fear of the male ego
Except the maker turns back the hands of time…since
Without her, he is a slave to the pressure of public life
Without her, he cannot ultimately fulfill his life adventure

As she cries…she agonize in pain…in her heart she bleeds
Why can’t she be loved again…why can’t she be trusted again?
Why still judging her by the past…why resisting the power she’d offer 
Why can’t he accept her the way she is and love her the way he is
Since it is in his nature to admire her and chase her
And without her fulfilling her purpose as a female…he is damned

Because nothing else can fill the void of the female-energy in his life
Neither wine…nor money...nor cars…nor drugs…nor mansions
She’s an indispensable gift to him as God is to him
She is an Angel to entertain by him
A Miracle worker in disguise like him
Since he'll always crave for her each day
And always delight in her everyday.

  


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Hail Die another Day

In the order of this world
A day is born with sunrise and sunset
Is there a world that has itself  
and not one to live in it?
Is there a language that has all words
Except life, care and concern?
Oh! Come I shall show you my next bud
Here is all life, all happiness, all wealth, and all weather
All ‘allness’; except yourself and your life
Tell mom that you have lived another day
That a ray of hope still survives
Show your sister this token of gift of Life I give you
That I am to die and you are to live
For one’s death is other’s life
There isn’t anyone  to aid us
So let me die for our mean cause 
To live
Oh! To survive in deed.
Break forth into joy 
That you live another day
And into tears; to die another day
All Hail! All Praise! All glory!
Die another Day!


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A GOOD DESCISION

                            A good wish often changes nothing
                          however a good decision generally changes
                          most everything 

                            But not all decision are good even though they may 
                          seem to be- did you know you are being followed by a bee?

                              A good decision is right but to know if a plan is
                           a good one takes more than twelve to two hundred
                           and eighty eight hours- hasty decisions tend to have 
                           bad results so behave and clear up whatever is on your
                           mind: you just might end up making a better decision than
                           the one you had in mind


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Preciosa

Your words are always              pleasant to my soul
and their intent         sweet as honey in its comb
and where you walk               buds and blossoms flower
my desire            to capture its beauty in every hour
 
Your movements are married         to every virtues grace
and we ourselves desire           to clearly reflect its face
you did seek our healing                   of every wounded pain
and all its comforts           is the song of its refrain
 
They are drawn to you                   like a mighty crowd
though you are soft spoken              not among the loud
it is your solace           they seek in all their days
until the time                    they learn the fullness of your ways
 
Like the earth               we are mired in its clay
until we are molded          into learning Love your way
so baked and scorched          like the deserts of the earth
until your reign                 is known and of its worth
 
Soft and tender           like a mother to her babe
barely a whisper                         the voice the spirit made
you drew pictures          in every word we heard
until its knowledge                we have completely learned
 
Like children you gave        everyone your own affection
directed them  to give            the highest values their inspection
fed those who followed       all their bodies , hearts and mind
taught them to seek           until the noble virtues find
 
And as we grew          taught us the things to cherish
that we must never               allow those things to perish
and this is why            I will always turn to you
there is such sweetness             the things you taught to do
 
There can never be enough            lifting of your praise
you have sought to give us                 love with everlasting days
So gently did you treat us             like a newborn child
rocked us with your own songs             and of a love that's undefiled
 
I hear your music           its like an evening serenade
I long to hear it           the songs of life's parade
you are my King       the master of its every song
among your company         where I desire to belong
 
The spirit and the bride say
Come and take life's water free
 
amen Let your kindgom come
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Fun

Jump, scream, shout!
You are having fun!
Having the time of your life
Where it comes
Only once in a while
Walk, jog, run!
You are having fun!
Play, act, read!
They are all fun
Fun
What is fun?
There is no definition
Of fun
It is just your interest
Your desire
Of fun
That is fun
Three words of positive
Feelings in everyone
Is always fun


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Open Air

My boyfiend painted the windows because we live so close to the street, 
  I think I fell in love with him over those windows, kind of neat 
  What he did is so beatiful heavy frost not clear, 
There are roses up the fences on the windows I love them so dear, 
  My boss almost wrecked, looking at them all wretched around in her seat, 
  I now have stained glass windows but their a cheat. 
  We now have stained glass windows with a wrought iron fence, 
Theres even thorns on the roses with that, much time he spent.


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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 one...you 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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Sweet Winter Fire

 
Shut in three days
howling wind whipping
power lines dangle

Ham and beans simmer 
atop the old wood heater.
a head start on tomorrow's hunger

four finally tired 
Children asleep in bunches
scattered around the warm barn

Mine and yours tumbled together. 
forgetting to be jealous
we know it can't last

Daylight spent carrying wood
and entertaining children
I am all out of games

But nights, heart to heart
we danced by the light of
our sweet winter fire

 
 


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THE MAGIC OF SLEEP



Sleep makes us happier, healthier and sexier
Though millions of Americans suffer without.
24 –7 = TV, sports, video games and deadlines
Make us wonder what life is about.

Cigarettes, booze, coffee and the new born
Can all rob you of  precious sleep.
Being broken hearted over someone lost
As you lie without them and weep.

Multitudes pop the little green butterfly
Or some other pill to obtain precious rest.
Making time for prayer, love, laughter and song
Improve our sleep to endure God’s test .

While sleeping we dream of now and here after
The good, the bad and who we wish not to be.
Passing our burdens to the hands of God
Who fashioned all we hear, breath and see.

The magic of sleep sustains the heart beats of life
Our ability to reason, overcome and succeed.
Without its presence, we wither on the vine
Victims of exhaustion, worry and greed.


By Tom Zart



 


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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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Rainstorm

The desperate trees, lighting bolts
Against the grayness
Of the approaching storm
Spilling onto the horizon,
Like wild mustangs 
Racing across the waving prairies
Their galloping hoofs becoming
Rolling peals of thunder.

Rain like a soaking sheet
Hanging from a clothesline,
Drags across farmers’ fields
And yellow raincoats dash over the soggy earth
Towards home.

Now, dripping raincoats
Are hanging behind the door
As cold hands are warmed
Before crackling flames.


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The Highlander

James
Father, friend, cool co-worker and cheery
Son of Andrew James Fraser
Lover of: Nature, Music and Poetry
Who is: Emotional, polite and proud
My worries are: World Peace, Society and Glasgow Celtic winning the League 
I would love to see: America, it's Grand Canyon and Canada's Fraser River
Resident of: Inverness, The Capital of the Highlands
Fraser


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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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Home

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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My Garden March 2000

I love my garden,
my beautiful place.
The perfume surrounds me,
of scented flowers abound.

There is so much love in my garden,
my special place.
where I often sit and contemplate,
the endless love of my family...encircles.

I love to sit here in my garden,
where a head full of thoughts unfold.
I love to sit in my garden,
my very special place...


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Gypsie Boy Part One

The toot of a lute
Rang through the air
The carnival was uproar with laughter
A little boy's eyes
a much larger size
at the sight of what he was after
A stale piece of bread
Sat in the trash
It made the little boy in rag's mouth water.
So he reached through the gate
as soon as it got late
Hoping to avoid his slaughter
For stealing was a crime
Even from a trash-bin
They'd have his head off in seconds
A guard caught his eye
But before he could cry
Fate thought he'd need a hero, I reckon.
Some strangely dressed women
appeared from the shadows
and drew their shiny swords
The strangers fought
In the dead of night
The boy was lost for words
One of the women
She approached the child
She bent down to get another look
Seeing his starvation
The pain in his eyes
And the energy that life's stresses had took
"Come with us," Said the women
With a friendly smile
She offered the little boy her hand.
"You'll be safe with us,"
The women explained
"No more getting kicked in the sand."
The boy gave the women 
a cautious look
He greatly considered her offer 
His parents had just died
Of a horrible starvation
Tonight, hunger wouldn't take another
The little boy agreed
To join the Gypsies
Together they ate and they danced
They traveled from place
To place to place
With a merry smile around he pranced
But what they didn't know
Black magic was brewing
The pagans couldn't sense it upon them
But the hungry little boy
Had always had a gift
He knew when trouble was near him
Immediately he ran
To alert the Gypsies
He said something dark was coming
The pagans all stopped
The music died down
They'd send this enemy running
With candles and an altar
Some herbs and a pendant
The pagan's had formed a plan
They'd cast out a spell
That would protect the people
The animals and the land
Suddenly the sky darkened
Rain started to fall
Their magic wasn't working
With no wind blowing
A candle tipped
Danger was definitely lurking
The fire spread 
through out the camp
Tents burned down to ash
The gypsies all panicked
And fetched buckets of water
These problems surely couldn't last
The next two moths
were full of bad luck
The boy got covered by glances
"These problems didn't happen"
"Untill this boy came along."
They said getting rid of him would raise their chances
Of surviving in this
Horrid world we live in
They shunned him within a matter of hours
The boy wandered the earth
With tears in his eyes
His cries rang out with power
So on he walked
Following the road
As his gypsies had taught him
Though his spirits were crushed
and his body hungry
Nobody in the world would stop him


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Chrysalis

Butterfly enclosed
By its spinnings emerges
Once seen as a worm


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Muriel

she planted seeds
pulled weeds
grew trees
and was into topiary;

then something grew inside her,
a weed that would not be pulled

the grass grew thick
and everywhere
the crabs thrived
the orchids flourished
and as she was going
the greater they grew
one day she stepped out there
and wilted in the shade
of a giant green flamingo

sometimes i think of her
when it’s hot
pouring pink lemonade.


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Face Off

Your face is ever before me
     like a painting etched in sky
as the dusk of dawn approaches
     still seeking the reasons why
 
I would set upon your head a crown
     before you would I bow
with affection would I clothe you
     if knew I only how
 
Every sight of you is pleasure
     your voice to me a song
every feeling within that's stored up
     to be empty of it wrong
 
Never have eyes seen so much
     stored in a well of man
fought have I with resistance
     It's course for me unplanned
 
The mountains into the valley slide
     the path of which you spake
to empty there every river
     like the fig in wind does shake
 
My ear has heard its calling
     like angels in the wind
the words of a heart falling
     to reason its amend 
 
Every note has played its key
     upon us did aria descend 
the chords of exultation
     a song can none pretend
 
Every key has its own note
     every scale its own cry
every sound of truth you hear
     will every lie defy
 
You are my beloved one
     none can you replace
in every place I seek you
     to have my eyes             upon your face
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Brown-eyed Susan

Wild flower bouquets
Handpicked, wrapped with blades of grass
Placed in her clay jars


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Còig Peathraichean Chinn Tàile

There is a place in Scotland
Where a historic family reside
They stand proud in their surroundings
In the Scottish countryside

If you desire to view them
To the Northwest Highlands you must go
For at this time of year
They are capped with virgin snow

So head towards Glen Shiel
For they lie, between two Scottish Lochs
Cluanie and Duich
Where many tourists flock

Mountaineers and hill walkers
Grace, as they prevail
The family that i talk off
The Five Sisters of Kintail




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland-2.php


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I Thought

I thought,
You are wise and intelligent,
I taught you a lesson of love.
I think,
I shall live a satisfactory life,
And you shall support me to plan,
Affordable memories.
Where I shall not waste my time for past,
I shall not be worrying about my future,
I shall enjoy my present,
And you shall learn to save my energy.
But you failed,
You ran after the shadows.
My absence provided you this opportunity,
You sold my trust to befool me.
You purchased a broken heart for me,
With full of pain and tears,
You burnt me in the heap of sighs.
Although society can award you,
You are wise and intelligent,
But I knew that,
You aren’t fit for any family relations.


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Family Tree

Our family tree will never stop growing…our faith and comfort will never crumble
Love grows here…so have no fear—God is near
My family, though packed up with pride and low self-esteem, still appears humble
Mirth produces joy and our hope gives birth to cheer

God is our Father; who could play this role as skillfully? Who, other than God, created the world so genuinely?
Love comes from He…so scare away the anxiety—God will grant us ecstasy
My family, though packed up with hope and despair, cherishes my soul with glee
Rebirth and life comes from He and our faith should draw near to thee

"i love you sweet boy..we will have fun this summer and be a close and godly family..nighty nit my light"
This summer, I am positive that we will be a close and godly family
But we must be lights of the world…and we must be willing to finish that race of hardships to earn His dignity
By all means, we will have an enjoyable break without paying a fee
But we must be God’s faithful followers…and we must be prepared to follow our Shepherd who is the key

Of never-ending faith and comfort, nourishing us abundantly
He still exists…He unravels the insanity
Of this world and set us free from blasphemy
Watching over us with pure vitality

Give us Your water
Don’t leave us in the gutter
Listen to the words we mutter

I pray that our family tree will look up to you devotedly


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'Just Play' (Haiku # 1)

      ‘ Just  Play ’   Haiku # 1

This Sky of Pale Gray
Cloudy-Mist and Silvery
Still… Children Will Play


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Untimely Ends

Tormented soul speaks;
Truth in darkness lies buried.
Clouds weep bitter tears.


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Ecumenism

From Greek oikumene = the inhabited earth
The globe
Efforts to unify divided Christians

11302011


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'Rainbows' (Haiku # 8)

‘ Rainbows ’    Haiku # 8

    I Reach For Rainbows
To Touch The Shimmery Show
     After Each Storm Go


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The Days When Sun Came to Play

It amazes me what warmth is set free,
On long summer days all spent in play,
By a smile, and chuckle and a promise to stay. 

Standing in awe at the amber sea, 
Are father, mother, daughter and son, 
Staring out where all day, Sun had shone. 

Before it hides away from the night,
it glares forth a challenge to Family,
"Can you make the very most of me?"

Sun peaks through the windows at dawn, 
Waking Family with a chuckle and smile,
"Are you awake, making the most of my wiles?" 

Sun follows Family's cycles to the forest  as well.
Guarding them with warmth, kissing well their city skin,
"Are you playing a game by going in and out of the dim?"

At lunch time Sun is high in the sky,
Joining in, stealing a little of Family's ice cream,
"I'm sorry, I don't mean it to seem mean!"

In afternoon Sun follows Family to sea,
Warming the water and highlighting the rocks,
"Can you see me greeting boats at the docks?"

Evening creeps in, chasing Sun away.
But as it dips down it says it's Goodnight,
"Bless you all 'till tomorrow, I'll wake you early and bright!"


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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
Proud.

Just Let Go!


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The Empty Nest





The Empty Nest

I see a squirrel building his nest,
In his life he has but one quest.
To build that nest as sturdy as can be,
So nothing can dislodge it from that tree.

Mother squirrel is satisfied as she inspects his work,
Pleased, she gives him an acorn as one of his perks.
He built this nest with love and care,
Now completed, with his family he’ll share.

I watch as this family begins to progress,
Then the little ones come out to assess.
All parties have approved of this new place,
It was built by their father with loads of space.

The family has left; the nest is now void,
A place called home that they really enjoyed.
The empty nest syndrome is with my friend with the bushy hair,
I know how sad he feels, I’ve already been there.

©2008 Lynn B Glover






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YOU DON'T KNOW ME

                           There's more to me than the color of my eyes
                            The way i smileor give a sigh
                           If you looked deeper within me
                            You may be amazed at what you see
                             I'm creative and imaginative
                             I care about the world in which we live
                             I believe in freedom and equal rights
                                   Also quiet summer nights
                             I believe in unity and family ties
                             And the sounds of newborn cry's
                             The earth's new awakening,in spring
                              I read nonfiction to learn new things
                              So look past the surface and you will see
                               The person that is really me


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Where I Live

Right over that hill,
Is where I live.

In a beautiful house,
Too clean for a mouse.

Surrounded by bowers,
Of dazzling Spring flowers.

And nice towering trees,
You'll surely want to see.

Whether inside or out -
You can clearly view about.

Windows to welcome the sun,
To enter and freely run -

Throughtout my lovely home,
Where I never feel alone -

For it's a comfortable place,
With lots of cheery space.

When you comes to peruse it,
You'll hear my favorite music-

Performed by talented song-birds,
Enchanting whenever heard.


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I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


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Hand to Hand

 I hate others,
That are objecting me. 
I love others,
That are encouraging me.
Who can alter me?
If I don’t accept any device,
I like to tease others,
But always I love to my like,
Dislikes, I always mind,
I amn’t different,
I do as you do,
My mankind is yours 
And yours mankind is mine,
Then what’s my weep,
We are traveling in a same boat.
You scratch me, I shall scratch you. 
Nobody a third can ruin us.


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A Fawns Miracle

It is hunting season in the mist of beauty and delight
In the thick of the trees, sounds of shooting, deer run in fright
Some grow weak  are taken by man
Others  search for safety somewhere in their land

A little fawn tumbles in fear, mother lost to the hunters dance
Not knowing where to go, suddenly, a light from his side way glance
He stumbles up on his feet, so confused, sadden and in fear
Heads toward the light with wonder, unaware of what is near

Hope in his little heart as he runs into a horrible surprise
Headlights in his face, breaks squeal, to his near demise
As he opens his heavy eyes, breathless and so unaware
Unable to move he shivers, to taillights of someone who cares

This angel who was approaching the near dead fawn
Was speaking to him with a soft voice as she  put him on the lawn
She spoke to him with love,  made him feel so safe
Hold on there beautiful baby I will help you find your place

He could feel his heartbeat grow weak as she stroked his little head
With tears in her eyes she spoke to God, this is what she said
Please lord it is my desire to save your wonderful creation 
Give him breath,  heal him please,  it is not his destination

Her tears fell on his face, warmth he could feel  once more
His breath along with his heartbeat,  strong like it was before
Strength was back in him, to his feet he did arise
He kissed the beautiful angel, for she saved him from demise

He headed for the woods, then suddenly he veered
He turned to look again, the angel disappeared
Saddened once more alone again was he
The horrifying noises gone, now silence, how could this be

He entered in the woods his mother alive, back on her feet
Happily he trotted to her, his heart just skipped a beat
Not only did the angel save him, from something bad
But all was back to normal in his home with mom and dad!!


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New Year Money

Pots full of collard greens and blackeyed peas
Are surely Superstition's
Tastiest traditions.


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'One Rose' (Haiku # 13)

‘ One Rose ’  Haiku # 13

     One Rose, On The Path
Of Overgrown Weeds and Rocks
… That Is How Hope Laugh


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Robust chestnut gloss sheen

Golden water glittering through
delicate weeping willow leaves
Swans swimming on  the lake
Grand  house on top of the hill
neatly framed with many trees
Shingled roof  peaked gables
Large arched windowed eyes
Carpeted  flowers staircases
Marble floor,  chequered hall
Dining room living room den
Settee Louis XVI parlor chair
Deep  yellow blue pink letter
Clatter of  six sets  of  hoofs



Details | Cinquain | |

Hot Doggie {Cinquain}

                                                     hotdog
                                             bun lengthening
                                             juicy sizzling fresh
                                       grilling boiling firepit cold
                                                    campout


Details | Haiku | |

Island Paradise

twisted rope hammock
between two coconut trees~
sun browned men cast nets


Details | I do not know? | |

Barren Wasteland

Croaking of the bullfrog
At the break of day
In a frozen barren wasteland
Will surprise one I'll say

Winds are howling all around
They make an eerie sound
I sit shivering just thinking of cold
Thank you Lord for warmth

Shelter from the cold
Family and friends who care
Who are there to give emotional
Warmth and comfort on a cold day


Details | Personification | |

Palms by the Sea

Oh this Sea from left to right,
How my mind gathers your visions to my sight.
You clouds stray from over here to over there,
And my lungs fill deep as they gather you into my air.
I am the neutral zone with all of my love that I share
The “Palms by the Sea” give my visions their true light!
In each I can see myself inside of a seemingly height.
The Palms by the Sea are my only solemn oath I fight!
 Up inside of the tallest tree I shall surely come,
Your Earth, your Moon and your Sun I shall make them all come undone!
I am you as you breathe my life and it is your love that I shall proclaim in the moment I seize!
Up inside of you I am proclaiming my every single genuine need.
The “Palms by the Sea” guard the shores for my more, my all, or even none!


®Registered: Ann Rich 1997



Details | Diamante | |

Balance

Good
Needed, wanted
Loving, Seeing, Playing
Children, Nature, Storms, Deceit
Killing, Stealing, Destroying
Despised, Unwanted
Evil


Details | Free verse | |

Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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! ! 


Details | Acrostic | |

sun shine

s- is for sunday a day of the week
u-is for union that you have with your family
n-is for nagative when the rain poors from the sky

s-is for snowcone all frozen and cold
h-is for hunny that the beez like to eat
i-is for icecream that you eat everyday of the year
n-is for naughy or nice its almost that time of year
e-is for exacellent what a great poem i wrote!


Details | Free verse | |

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 motivations...my 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 


Details | Acrostic | |

The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me


Details | Haiku | |

On The Field Of Tares

on the field of tares
beasts nest, while the wind ripples
over their gold skin


Details | I do not know? | |

Straws

In the early light
I stole a spider's strand
From insect looms
In the fallen Eden by the back fence
 
Held it stretched 
Between the pads of my peter pointers
 
The sun ran up and down it
As a tightrope walker
Wary of repose
 
As if pausing would mean a sticky end
At the hands of some arachnid foe
 
The old air 
Harboured by hidden organs
Under ivory keyboard cage
Escaped in a silent stream
Through a flesh flute
 
Tore the cable into fragments
And a foreign wind caught them away
 
I found something in the thought
That a thread 
Which might have borne a burden's weight
Eight hundred times its own
Could be fractured so irreparably 
In one strategic blow
 
When I walk down fragile paths
Of silver spun glass
 
I remember your life was a tapestry
 
Woven with straws of silk
And straws of broken backs


Details | Verse | |

Discovery

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A new path yet of a familiar kind -

Like many other pathways in its wake,
Dad, look for markers that fill up your mind -

hints of how to return without mistake.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With care, watch out for snakes and noxious weeds

while engaging this resourceful treasure.
Mom, teach your child to know the plants and seeds,

to show gentle respect for each creature.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Walk this path with care for discovery;

use your sense of smell with your ears and eyes.
Child, stockpile your mind for recovery;

find out what secrets this fresh trail supplies.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~


Details | Haiku | |

What's The Cost

                                            pair of swans conjoin
                                      ducklings trail closely behind
                                               family priceless


Details | Verse | |

Favorite Elf +Fairy Haunt

Wild  land  ambitious  new world
Silver frost lay on fields +hedges
adding  fresh color to their faces.
Yellow sky caked shoe stamping
Steep and winding path to house
Fading daylight  tidy little cottage 
Old  oak and smooth stonework 
Progression through the house..
Fine china lace-edged tablecloth
Tiny pattern of dark  blue flowers
Jammed decks fresh rolls butter
Golden chain locket red curly hair
Mahogany table orange oil lamps
Smell the Autumn rain sweetness


Details | Free verse | |

Hatch Bird! Hatch!

Once there was a nest
high in a tree
where no one could even reach it
of course
In that tree was a little bird
who knew everything
that his mom said to do
because his mom said it in a way
that he could hear in his egg
For that, he giggled 
when he hatched.
He was not able to fly
but he was able to walk
He walked to his mom
and they lived happily ever after
and never went anywhere without each other.

The End

Ava


Details | Free verse | |

vacation~

ocean
crashing waves crest untamed
mysterious,  tumultuous, inspiring, vast
barefoot footprints, castle, relaxed peace
sea


Details | I do not know? | |

One day

One day the world will be at peace with the loss of violence and war.
One day everyone will be treated equal and respect will be shared between all people.
One day we may know what the meaning of life is, and then realize we new it all along.
One day there will be no more animal fights.
One day we will find love and dedicate our life, heart and soul to that one special person.
One day when all I have said happens the world will sigh with happiness and everyone will feel 
true ecstasy.
On that day that far away day we will know true happiness I hope that day comes soon.


Details | Ballade | |

Blood - Brothers

I Hear Drum-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
All Our Homes Are Handed Down by The Highest Spirit
Long-Ago, The Native Peoples of The Land
Knew… The Earth and Us – Go Hand in Hand

I Hear Hoof-Beats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
Its Not The Buffalo or Antelope – Who Grew To Fear It
Its Battles of Braves and Soldiers – Both Grim Reapers
Can’t Forget… We ‘Are’ Our Brother’s Keeper…

         Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood-Bound To Love
         Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

I Heard Hate – Beat Down The Land… Did You Hear It?
Pollution and Persecution… Its Time To Cure It
End Our Journey On The Trail of Tears
With Broken Arrows and Rivers – Running Clear

I Hear Heartbeats Across The Land… Can You Hear It?
If You Turn and Face The Wind… You Are Near It
It Pounds Deeper Than The Skin, Or A Flood
It Echoes To All …  Its In Our Blood !

        Blood – Brothers
… We Are Blood – Bound To Love
        Blood – Brothers
We Are Blood – Brothers Of
All Sons and Daughters Of Mankind
The Great Spirit Binds…
      … Blood – Brothers

              * * * * *
The Eagle Flies On The Breath Of Life
         And So Do You
May The Blue Sky And Your Clear Eye
         See Many More Moons

Keepers Of The Earth… Guard This Turf
        And Each Other
For Every Human Birth… Has Worth
         As A Blood – Brother

For Those Killed and Blood Spilled
         The Ground Cries
Soaks The Dust… And Curses Us
         When A Brother Dies…

          Blood – Brother …


Details | Couplet | |

Moonbeams and Desire

Heart blooms when any of the starfish light
Starfish light when you tell them to light up
and they are so pretty but you can't even see them
The sky is so dark that you can't even read them
The moonbeams now are not in desire
and they can't keep holding the same in the fire.


Details | Free verse | |

The Climb

The Climb
Up and up we
Climb up the spiral
Staircase.

Each step you take
You curse my
Namesake

Each step I take
Each Moment
I wish someone
Else could
Take my place

When we get
To the top
Look out
At the vista

Watching the ocean
Lick the sugar sand
Coastline

Nothing but
Peace is
On your face.

Climbing the
Lighthouse Was
Not a waste.


Details | I do not know? | |

Katrina

What happend? Is the thought we have brewing
When she hit the beach con strewing

Things around this way and that
Grounded the homes and made them flat.

I lived in Pascagoula at one time
Before this wretch had made her mind

I lost few for I am single and broke
but my companions cry, sniffle, and choke

To think their families are there in pain
while we are out to sea is hard to constrain

Tempers flare and words are flames
Cursing each other and calling names

Once in port the fathers, husbands, fiances flee
To find their lost and broken family

Castles battered or taken by force
waterlog and drowned the family horse

Murder and rape have come after the destruction
Satans weaving his path of corruption.

Save the children is all I hope for
They deserve no part in heaven and hells war

Bodies lay strewn across the land
She had no favor woman or man

My last words hopefully burn your desire
To help the victims of this tragedy inspire!


Details | Classicism | |

Enemy's Eyes

my eye's aer the enemy's eye's 
stigma of the spoiler
invador of lands and bodies,
who left behind his eyes
chameleon like their shades 
mock my indian heratige pride
don't play with cat eye's 
go away evil eye's
those taunts forged my hate
for the tainter has gone to hell
i must pay for that wretches sins
my eye's are his and his eyes are mine.


Details | Free verse | |

To Endure a Thorn

Life is garden full of various fauna.
 
There will be brush that appeals to the touch and other vegetation that appeal to the other senses.
 
You will find flowers with the most intoxicating of fragrances. Witness flowers with the most beautiful of petals.
You will hear the buds come to blossom. Here you will taste the most exotic and comforting of nectars.
 
But the rose you seek will have the most thorns. 
This rose is called joy.
But to hold this rose means one must endure its thorns.
 
We must ignite the passion that can melt away the pain and rekindle the flame so it’s warmth can dry our eyes and rid us  of all our previous shame.
 
We do this all to hold a rose, spend restless nights , shed tears, feel scorned,
....all to endure a touch of a thorn.


Details | Haiku | |

Clean Slate

driftwood drawn words~
sandy slate washed clean
under  waves of the sea.


Details | Acrostic | |

~ Slow~


Sluggish and settled
  or softened with age
Low speed and laid back
  a lagging old sage
Overdue and overwhelmed
   out of order and old
Wound down  and weary
   but her heart is pure gold



Details | Free verse | |

My Creed

I believe in God, the Holy Spirit,
Creator of the universe,
The maker, father and Savior,
Who will reign forever,
The idea of the sun, stars and planets,
And the creations of humans, animals and nature,
All belonged to him,
He loves every human that has ever walked the Earth,
He sent his one and only son,
To die for our sins,
And whoever believes in Him will never die,
But have eternal life,
The breath-taking creations made by the Father,
Will last for all eternity.


Details | List | |

To This World I Was Born

To this world I was born….

When Adam and Eve finally obeyed the Evil One
When the Evil One was rejoicing in his dark seat
When God was not happy of His nemesis’ feat
When the Angels could not even sing in unison 
When the golden sun, in haste, faded beyond horizon
When the charming moon lacked its own charisma
When northern star couldn’t blink, ‘cos of bad karma
When the white clouds turned nasty to a black man 
When my father spent the night with his Tuesday fan
When my mother decided her own time to conceive 
When my older brother was not willing to receive
When neighbors wouldn’t stop peeking, like damn rat
When the entire world seemed at peace, but really not 

To this world I was born….

Not to emulate my parents Adam and Eve
To resist the Evil One and not to be deceived
To serve and worship God, not only when I hear the bells 
To sing the psalms of praises, in unison with the Angels
To witness the golden sun rising from the east
To send greetings to the charming moon, with a kiss
To make a wish upon the great northern star
To dream…. floating on white clouds, not in a car
Not to have a Tuesday fan or a Thursday blonde
To use my time, for I’ve less, wisely till the last round 
To accept others mistakes… and to share, cheerfully
To love my neighbor and live with them, peacefully
To shine, against all odds, to the entire world

Yes, to this world I was born…..thru my sister’s hand
Thankful and happy as always, I am, till last days end



 


Details | Senryu | |

' Crows ... ' 20th Senryu

      ‘ Crows … ’    20th  Senryu



       The Penguins … Ask What ?
and The Wise, Old Owl … Ask Who ?
   … Those, Know-It-All Crows …



(A Reminder for Me … The MoonBee – 
'Cause Nobody Likes A Know-It-All -Smile)


Details | Blank verse | |

Age

I am the child of change,
Like the winds, do me and my family shift.
One thing one moment, another the next.
Our age shows.
Not through the usual signs,
but more in the ones you do not think.
Pearly white skin as bright as can be shifts to beige and then brown,
Eyes of blue turn green, or hazel or brown.
Black hair turns blond, then back again given time.
Or it can turn russet, like the autumn or the brown of the forest. But never just one 
color. Black is just not black it usually has red highlights.
Time shows on us. My family and I.
The rythms of our lives found not in the wrinkles on our skin or the gray in our hair.
Many of us do not turn gray until our eighties.
But it is more found in the many hues that we change.
We can not stay one color anymore then we change who we are.
That it is impossible but for my family the probable is not in the cards.


Details | Haiku | |

Listening

an old ear tilted
listening to the wind
red hawk soars above


Details | Tanka | |

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


Details | Tanka | |

Awakening


a warrior awakes
full~ hardened at sunrise
love breaks his fasting
young squaw with belly rounded
quickening~ a warrior wakes


Details | Rhyme | |

Snow

the snow is nice and cool
when there is a lot I stay home from school
tubing with my brother, 
getting yelled at for it by my mother
making snowmen with my nephew 
if I stay out to long I turn blue
the snow glistens in the sun,
Oh isn't winter fun


Details | Rhyme | |

Along the Way

During the sleigh ride through the snow,
Bells are ringing loud and low,
Strong white horses pulled us all,
As we rode passed the City Hall.
Snowflakes fell from misty grey clouds,
And landed in our hair,
Horeshoes printed on the ground,
Among the white snow so fair.
Icicles dangled from tree branches above,
As the frosty wind bit our faces,
Within the many cozy houses among us,
Burned roaring fire in the fireplaces.
The aroma of gingerbread filled the air,
As the church bells began to chime,
Happiness roamed throughout the town,
For it was now Christmastime.


Details | Sonnet | |

Children of the Sky

A day with no Sun, no Stars and no wind,
A lifetime of lifetimes is in the womb you grow.
You are the children of the sky with the seeds I sow.
You are enriched and fertile in the lands I tend.

A night with no Moon no day and no end,
A world of worlds of knowledge you all know.
You are the children of the sky and to the winds you shall blow.
In the seeds your sown is your mother and your best friend.

You are of the sky,
You are perfect today,
Boundless and high,
And you know the way.

Reach up and look to see,
The wind blowing inside of me!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2004


Details | Ballad | |

Go to the Ant

Go to the ant and learn (2x's)
Go to the ant, ant, ant
Go to the ant and learn-  (Chorus)

She digs her house down deep
She builds her house up high
And though she has no king
Her armies stay alive

In the summer she will reap
For the coming winter sky
She gathers everything
Her colonies survive

(Chorus)

Consider all her ways
She's small but she expects
Her people stay as one
And she is strong and wise

So number all your days
Prepare for what comes next
And til everything is done
Let no sleep tempt your eyes

Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's)
Go to the ant  

(Chorus)


Details | Haiku | |

Patience

Catching robin's charm
For him to be on your arms
Patience is a must


Details | Couplet | |

Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!




Details | I do not know? | |

Rooted

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.


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 | I do not know? | |

To The Sky Tonight...

To the sky tonight (from two passersby)
who stole a moment to watch you cry
The wind blew the trees from off their tops
and tugged the cloud blanket swift over the night

We waited at the top of the kitchen stairs
and laughed at the thunder like we didn’t care
The flood gates could open and never stop
and this would but be another memory to share

My daughters eyes flew from the trees to your sky
and I saw her inhale deep and gently sigh
for she wasn’t the girl whose countenance drops
or who runs from the lightning and hides inside.

She wanted to run in your tears.
She felt all the anguish of ten thousand men
who had offered up ten thousand prayers.
She never decided to hide her own eyes
or give in to perilous fear.

I held her in my arms with delight
to be able to share in this sight
A storm full of passion is always in fashion
as the sky cries it’s eyes out tonight.

I memorize this haven of time
To solidly fix all this natural bliss
like a tree rooted deep in my mind.
I return my daughter’s sweet smile
and nod that it’s time to go in
She’s the sun in my skies when it’s pouring outside
She’s the moment that I start to grin.




Details | Haiku | |

Mulberry Tree

Long berries droop high
Above the ditch made sweet with
Grainy edibles.


Details | Lanterne | |

sequence-SENSATIONS

A
famous
work of art-
drive ambitions
part,
a
moving
story-line
travels down our
spine-
to
flowers
of the field,
heart-filled beauty
yields-
on
love's sure
foundation-
a family 
builds


Details | Rhyme | |

These Take My Breath Away

In an instant 
A rainbow appears
Cheerish it's beauty 
Before it disappears

The nighlty sunset
Soothing your days pace
The sky is no longer blue
All colors blended in place

Flowing water
With shimmers so bright
Squinting your eyes
Blinded by the light

The sand between your toes
Air is crisp and clear
Walking hand in hand on a beach
With the one you love so dear.


Details | Ballade | |

DAUGHTER

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 | I do not know? | |

Watching Our Young Tree

As the wind begins to bluster
we watch that tattered tree.
It's grown to mean so much to us
we planted it....you and me.

Today the wind seems brutal
as we watch our young tree bend.
Our fear is that it's just too weak.
Don't let this be the end.

In horror we just watch it
while it nearly bends in half.
We hear it creak (or is it cry) .
And through our nerves we laugh.

To our suprise it stands tall.
It's weathered one more day.
It may be slightly curved now
but that curve will go away.

We get to watch our young tree
grow to wondrous heights.
In life this also happens 
but do we recognize the sights. 


Details | Haiku | |

set free

ashes released~
Red tail Hawk Hovers
as loving Hands drop blooms.


Details | Blank verse | |

Rock On

Scot and Gael 
Pict and Brit
Even Cymru
Thrive in grit
No Back up
Not a bit
‘tis Celtic
Stubborn
Writ.
Fired in adversity
Tempered in
Ice cool
Deliberation
Honed in
Tribal
Code
One with
Earth Mother
Ever on call


Details | Ballad | |

THE AGONY OF MY REGRET

We could have been the perfect pair,
love openly without a care;
secrets, not lies, made me more aware and sad!
You were already committed to someone else,
had kids and a handsome husband
within your reach;
the only missing link
was someone with crafted hands...
someone who could make you dream!

The agony of my regret 
is something I could never forget;
look at you:  you are happy,
and don't need me
to take you to the fartest star,
because you've everything...
and I have nothing!
The agony of my regret hurts in many ways,
and will follow me through my blue nights:
when I stare at the dimmest stars
too distant for me to be reached...
wishing it was you I touched!

We could have loved a lifetime, make
everything easy and wonderful...paint
our rainbows with beautiful colors;
lie beneath the most peaceful skies,
interweave ourselves in warm embraces
and forever dream in a meadow of daises!


Details | Couplet | |

AUTUMN








                 AUTUMN
Arduous racking of leaves from the trees;
Ultimately gathering from down on our knees.
Turkey and tensile; soon to be here;
Uniting of families as Christmas draws near.
Maple leaves falling; by many and one;
Nature announces; that winter will come


Details | I do not know? | |

Each Tree

to lay her seeds
in the ground around her
where they may take root
and drink

and sprouting upward
opened palm of new leaves
her air is theirs
and the same sun

to find herself the core
of a family-forest
this is the wish
of each tree


Details | Bio | |

When I was nine

Sultry morning
Hot air passes through my bedroom curtains
With a reminder summer has returned for certain 
Fans buzzing about
Up and at them
Grab my bike
Perhaps take a hike
Mom making potato salad
At that time our neighborhood was busy with kids 
School was out how thankful I was 
I can remember running down to the local park 
There was a group there doing arts and crafts 
Yes I’ll make my Mom a potholder, weaving along a pattern 
gabbing with the other kids
Stripped shorts 
Tied tops 
Sneakers and short socks  
Back home for lunch 
I guess I’ll wait awhile and take a swim 
Here comes my cousin he’s jumping in 
Summer fun 



Details | Free verse | |

Pinning Eyes on a Skeleton

We seek to entertain ourselves
Going to the heart of places
In order to feel the pulse, 
Affirm the identity of living.
We come here to know
What and who we are
By looking down the deep
Shaft of time through 
Which each pebble of being falls.

It is Sunday.  It is the focal
Point anodyne, ordinary.
The laugh of the children,
The bounce of their bodies,
Has all been expected and known.

The lanes through which history
Has passed are clearly marked
And labeled.  Each animal, each skull,
Possesses a badge of paragraph
From which I read to anxious ears.

“Passenger Pigeon: Ectopistes Migratorious”
Pinned the eyes and noses to glass
In gazing.  The epitaph of a species,
Its lone reward.  I sneeze, the button-
Eyes do not flinch.  “Why aren’t there
Any more?”  This, the last one, 
Eyes sewn; I laugh myself to stitches.
It is Sunday.  We migrate toward 
The vending area.


Details | Etheree | |

My Garden

 
My
garden
of buckets
and dirt filled
boxes; used tires
even an old freezer
overflowing with blossoms.
Gnomes of stone peek through dark green ferns.
Gray squirrels chatter; cobblestone paths
where a lazy snake has been known to lay
sleepily sunning in summer's breeze.
Dragonflies dipping on bath tub ponds
where fat koi swim awaiting supper.
Bull frogs croak each afternoon
calling to each other.
Pond to pond bellows
echo loudly,
inviting
garden
guests;
Come,
enter
paradise
in my backyard.
Smell the warm damp earth;
the fragrant lemon grass.
See the simple Lady bug.
Discover a hidden birds nest.
Rest and relax as sundown finds you
Enjoying God's Beauty in my Garden.
 




Details | I do not know? | |

The Snow Trompers

Hey! THE SNOW THE SNOW...
When all the family is in tow
and can we go out and frolic? No! 
For cold it be and sick we might
so we stay inside, scared with fright.
BUT THEN - an Ava came along
and Smeeshnoy sang her winter song
A bobcat sweet is what he be
and they tugged and tugged and tugged at me.
SO - out we went in our too-small snowsuits
to swallow the world and its winter pursuits.
We left our paw prints front and back
and breathed in the smoke from the wood stove smokestack.
We giggled and smiled 'till our noses were red
and Smeeshnoy was ready for a nice warm bed.
And then IN we came to warm our bones and sweetly sighed...
It's COLD outside...


Details | Tanka | |

gardening~

silent tears rain down
as upon my knees I pray
hands  grasp the dark earth
tending the vegetables
as the master mends my soul


Details | I do not know? | |

Good Night Sweet Spring

Nature’s springtime end has come,
The hold on life has gone,
Blankets of every color and shade,
Covering the land as springtime fades.
Goodnight sweet spring,
Goodnight to you,
And all of the beauty of life,
In time that you do.

The harvest has come in,
The birds have all flown south,
The chill that winter brings,
Begins to blow from winter’s mouth.
Now as the blanket’s colors begins to fade
And the nights become longer,
Spring takes the blanket from the trees
And covers all of the land in deep slumber.

The warmth of a long sleep,
The trees mark the scene,
A promise of rebirth to keep,
Bringing back the deep color of green,
And every flower and tree,
Goodnight for now, goodnight sweet spring,
I look forward to your return,
And all the beauty of life,
That your return does bring.


Details | Ballade | |

A Lifetime

A Lifetime


Have you stopped a moment to calm your thoughts?
Have you stopped and look around you?
What do I see?
I see letting go of my heal
Anxiety are illusions
I see the World with beauty of perfection with full of possibilities
Dreams being alive and realized
We have challenges
We have sorrow
We have violence
We have love
We have goodness
We have joy
Dealing in the best way of possibilities
Breath of beauty around me
Breath of richness in family life
Breath of a gift in a whole
Breath of fortune of a rainbow
Breath of a blessing prayer
Positive value in the World which makes life joyful
Uncertainty of experience life’s future
Follow your heart by being alive
Live for the present
My time to live those precious things in my life
How truly blessed I am
My time to live
Have you stopped a moment to calm your thoughts?
Have you stopped and look around you?
What do I see?
I see letting go of my heal
Anxiety are illusions
I see the World with beauty of perfection with full of possibilities
Dreams being alive and realized
We have challenges
We have sorrow
We have violence
We have love
We have goodness
We have joy
Dealing in the best way of possibilities
Breath of beauty around me
Breath of richness in family life
Breath of a gift in a whole
Breath of fortune of a rainbow
Breath of a blessing prayer
Positive value in the World which makes life joyful
Uncertainty of experience life’s future
Follow your heart by being alive
Live for the present
My time to live those precious things in my life
How truly blessed I am
My time to live


Details | Haiku | |

my garden's blooming...


my garden's blooming...
beautiful roses greet me,
with their fiery lips


Details | Rhyme | |

Man Beloved

Oh bright star man beloved
upon your visage mine heart has hovered
examined closely the paths you travel
your soul I desire to unravel
 
depth upon depth draws forth your design
and within a formidable mind
wherever you turn there is success
the things that your hands caress
 
carefully constructed a life that's yours
fathomless love of the forests outdoors
and of painting the perpetual shores
having roamed the Irish moors
 
appreciation for God whom you imitate
fabrication and artifice do you create
always tendering for something new
Love for nature shows in all you do
 
My heart within has become entwined
upon table of life you've richly dined
all those lives that you pass through
can't be untouched by what is you
 
in ancient times deemed for courts of Kings
maidens sing of your deeds with tambourines
danced for you would the ladies fair
for each would deign your table to share
 
Sometimes I think your a little remiss
that they all want softly your lips to kiss
within your presence they wish to stand
that God has designed a glorious man
 
Do you know oh man , do you reflect
what is your impact and upon those you effect
and lift our souls when upon us you shine
and show us that God's gifts divine
 
Like mountainous meadows richly clothed
and habitation wherein creativity abode
a man who dwells by the motherlode
who knows that life is richer than gold
 
indwelling a man is spiritual fire
the work of his hands shows inner desire
embrace the gifts that Father does give
to show wherein your loves do live
 
God would gift you even more
because for him your heart did bore
to receive those that he would gift
you must your eyes to Father lift
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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.


Details | Haiku | |

Downy Motherhood


embarrassed ducklings
quack quack joylessly
mother shrilly squawks



Details | Haiku | |

Double Rainbow

The hard rain tap danced;
Quickly finishing the song,
Winds parted the clouds.

The bright setting sun
Painted a double rainbow
Conjoined by blue mist.

Its water colors
So vivid seemed tangible
Piercing through sky dust.

Amber rays mirrored
The bow in opposition
Foreshadowing night.

Yet, the very ends 
Of the arc I saw touched earth.
...felt I could find gold.


Details | Senryu | |

' Sea-Saw ... ' 7th Senryu

‘ Sea – Saw ’     7th Senryu

    Sea-Saw, The Children
Go Back and Forth and Hearing
   Roaring-Waves, Rearing ! 


Details | Rhyme | |

Butterflies, Butterflies

Butterflies, butterflies
fly to me
Butterflies, bettterflies
I have many flowers for thee

I smile at your beauty
when you flutter about 
Though I'm told you smell
with your feet?
Hey, what's that all about?

My garden is so happy 
Your visits in the Springtime are the very best
Why even my Ladybugs love you 
(They sure put my Aphids to the test)

Your wings are an artful design of colors
though frail at the lightest touch
and I wish your life span was longer
because I just enjoy you all so much

I don't have a favorite species
One of each would surely do 
So the next time your in the area
please remember my garden
It will be full of flowering nectar that's just waiting all for you


Details | Tanka | |

Gifts from Ava

Shallow finger bowl
shines blue in the kitchen sun
holding sacred gifts.
Once thought of as weeds, and pulled.
Now, floating flowers, treasured.


Details | I do not know? | |

Camp Royal

A tingling feeling I cannot hide, 
a memorable camp where all worlds collide.

Anxiety ran through my thick vains
as I arrived with pit-stick stains.

Being the shy person I truly was,
I counted the days for Saturday's bus.

I missed all my friends and people I knew,
I see too many shirts and sweaters of blue.

Cold showers. Hard beds. No lights at night.
I hated clogged toilets and all bug bites.

But it took me awhile to realize,
just how great it was and actually nice.

I met many people so genuinely real,
I cannot describe the things I feel.

Counselors that bring out the best in you,
over 100 kids you see so true.

Out of everyone that I have met,
platform Snakepit I hold most respect.

Mixed emotions stirring in my heart,
knowing that this is where it all start.


Details | I do not know? | |

Friends Forever

You have been there always
For many hours and days
A friend that I need
A brother that I love
We are like birds in the sky
But not like turtledoves
More like eagles that soar together
Two sprits inside one feather
And our friendship will stay constant
It will always last forever...


Details | Etheree | |

Rain


cold
droplets
softly fall
soaking summer's
parched thirsty earth

caressing carefully 
planted pots of pink posies

slowly seeping into dry soil
filling sloppy puddles with wet fun
and muddy footprint reminders of rain


Details | Free verse | |

Tornadoes of New Hampshire

Yesterday I thought I try
to help some strangers, I thought I would cry
So we drove an hour and half to meet
The rain was so torrential we could hardly see

But our mission was true and hopefully we strove
All along the road a beautiful green land cove 
I was hard to believe that nature had struck 
So we pulled up the station and unloaded our truck
 
We bought them water and batteries to 
And a bag full of clothes to cheer up there blues 
Here a woman had lost her life 
The baby in her arms lived through the strife 

She was unlucky God called her home 
So sadly down the street we decided to roam 
We came upon some broken limbs of trees 
Further down that road we did squeeze

My heart fell down my hands to my knees 
There along the road for were broken off tops of pine trees 
The twisted heaps lined family yards 
And to each one of them I send you my regards

It looked like a war zone
 I had never seen anything like this at my home 
Nature had unleashed her wrath 
Distorted people lives in a wink of her path 

Animals ran loose wires were down 
After it was over 
came the shock and tears abound

I am sure they will never come to forget 
the moments of terror and that awful upset

For all those people I wish you the best 
And I hope your friends; family and neighbors help clean up the mess   
I hope we as humans can pull together and help 
And those with more money please share your wealth




 




Details | Light Poetry | |

Listen To The Wind and The Rain...

Listen to The Wind and The Rain
Playing Symphonies Again
With Muted-Base of Thunder
Raise The Window; Watch and Wonder

Listen to The Wind and The Rain
Crescendo – Clean and Rise – Refrain
A Rush of Lightning Rhapsody
Love-Struck A Chord… Deep in Me…

(Listen to The Wind and The Rain…)

Open Up  The Door !
I Want to Feel the Choir’s Full – Score
Wind and Rain – By Maestro’s Hand
Make Melody  to Woman and Man

(Listen to The Wind and The Rain…)

Listen to The Wind and The Rain
In This Lullaby, We have Lain
In Such Peaceful Harmony
Singing in  Love’s Key…

Listening to The Wind and The Rain...


Details | Couplet | |

the Naming Day

 He came outside to a circling hawk
on the day of the child
t'was the name he caught
on a spiraling feather
in his hand,
now Circling Hawk 
is the name of the man.


Details | I do not know? | |

PICTURES

Pictures and smiles a families great descise.
Photographs of a normal family an illusion of what it secretly hides.
The family portrait in the hall is one of our biggest lies.
Our grins leave out what our eyes confides.
That day we were playing in the yard.
He got mad and beat me with a crow bar.
The pictures of my parents in Mexico left her scared.
He bashed her head in to the steering wheel of the car.
The pictures of little Travis playing with his new bike.
He was supposed to be happy but it wasn’t right.
Our dad picked up a PCP pipe for his strike.
When it comes to you father how are you suppose to fight.
It’s amazing what you don’t see in pictures.
It’s amazing how the truth is so easy to ignore.
People can be so blinded by wall fixtures.
It brings new meaning to what pictures are for.
The pictures of our happy family at the beach
Ended when my father was buried 6 feet.
My mother grabbed a knife the only thing in reach.
Now with her in jail my families incomplete.
Pictures hide so many things.
Pain only these pictures bring.


Details | Haiku | |

HoneySuckles

Yellow, white blossoms
Along the barbed wire and posts-
Air drips with nectar


Details | Rhyme | |

Snowflakes

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 | |

Off The Road Again

Off the road again
Just our ATV's 
And some good friends
Hitting the trails 
And winding bends
Starting and Making
Some new and different trends
On our ATV's once again
Cleaning the mud and gunk
From our teeth that just blends
With our armor that continues to defend
The king of off road that just wants to send
A here's mud in your eye to all 
My good buddies and friends




Tribute To ATV's
Here's Mud In Your Eye   LOL


Love Kathy & Jenny
Maybe Next Song Too


Details | Elegy | |

Living Without You


A garden, 
blooming 
and sea of 

beauties dancing in the smile of 

morn orb. The 
sexy posture of 
a rose 

stands afore, yet, her glow cannot

outshine 
the diamonds
rolling down 

on my cheeks, nor can solve 

the paradigm
of my day 
obscured— 

by your absence, my love!


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 | Free verse | |

Flutterings

Slight of movement
minute flutterings
flicker over my stomach;
as imagination takes
on passing butterfly's wings.
It's the beginning of one very new.
An early geminal stage,
the foundations of something
so much bigger to come....
Rudimentary hiccups 
of one so slight.
Invisible behind my bump grows,
an immature being -
I've seen it 
at scan stage.
Underdeveloped,
a miracle -
all manmade.
My future,
my hopes,
my dreams.
My child.


Details | Name | |

A Mum's Job

Are your married, yes, I am?
He asked me, how many children?

I have three and enough for family,
Do you know how many I have?
I don’t know, I have seven kids.
What, I astonished. How old are you?

I am 22; my first partner has two,
And second has three but third one,
Also have two, I am expecting more,
How do you manage all and what it is?

My first girl friend knew that I have one,
But second also knew that I have one.
But nobody knew that I have three,
And I am a father of sevens.

It is my culture, nobody knows a father,
It is a mum’s job, to look after children,
I am quiet smart taking a good benefit,
They afford me, I am in progress.

He was smiling and has a smoke,
I am not as you to die for only one.


Details | Couplet | |

Reflect

Ominous growls, whipping panic’s vane
Sirens sounding, wailing nature’s bane
Caustic clouds, whose lightning does ignite
Crackling thunder, dancing demons of night

Souls praying, huddled in halls of eternal wait
Windows rattling, children into hysterical states
Rooftops straining, revealing families of neglect
Tornadoes swallowing, past promises to reflect


Details | Rhyme | |

Famine

Give to me your sadness and I will give you joy
that you may know this the gift that our God employ
like the morning dew that lights upon the field
all of your sorrows will to your past be yield
 
let the light of love be the beauty your heart adorn
the cold and the darkness from your life be torn
be aware that with the gift  to calculate the cost
to die unto yourself and impurities be tossed
 
Oh elusive joy whose flight like bird on wing
where is the happiness that you I hoped to bring
I have sought your face that I might your splendor wear
searching all the hollowed haunts for your loving care
 
Oh dearth and emptiness where core is desert dry
surround the earth you do and we wonder why
I see mankind starving who do not feed on truth
without the microscope see mans dis-ease as proof
 
The garments that we wear are the mourners shroud
behind us left the glory the love you us endowed
Oh God of Love to your sanctum would I fly
to escape this godless place wherein we all die
 
The erosion of our souls where exists such vacancy
that distraction of our minds and our complacency 
but we like dogs eat our crumbs fallen from your fare
fear to partake the table you have offered share
 
like on serpents belly slither in the arid dust
lost we have the tracks of whats true and just
our fields do the curses thorns and thistles bare
our poverty of spirit the clothing that we wear
 
Oh come God of creation , offered freedom from our plight
dispel the gloom and darkness that exists our night
and slave we do in pain for our crumbs of bread
but what is empty cannot give life unto the dead
 
So few candles left that give us any light
in our weakened states to keep the laws of love in sight
that the price of love is that our life be shed
drink within pure water and upon your tables spread
 
this is just the prospect view of humanity as a whole
not as individuals who practice affection as a way of
life , after watching the documentation of the 
bombings on Nagasaki and Hiroshima I for a day 
felt ashamed to be named "human" the shear horror
of the capacity of mankind to terrorize his kin and 
use mass destruction as the excuse for peace...

COPYRIGHT © 2010  C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | I do not know? | |

Funny bunny adventure

See all the bunnies cuddling in a nest 
One hops off leaving the rest
This funny little bunny is hopping a way
Looking for adventure to fill his day
Sighting a butterfly sitting in the grass
He hops on over swats it as he passed
He wanted to play with the butterfly
He's much too big and way to spry 
Loosing interest in his new friend
He stars his hopping once again 
Now he sees a bush start to twitch 
He hops on over and falls in a ditch 
Poor little funny bunny he's having no luck
No one to play with and now he's in the muck


Details | Quatrain | |

Thank-You Garden

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Life Breathes Wonder


Squatting lakeside
darting swimmers 
at their feet. 

Shouldered burdens
over shadow even 
family time.

Prayers for Peace
carried in whispers
breath after breath.

Gods coloring book
pages of hope,
peace, beauty.

Just inhale
the wonder!





Details | Couplet | |

The Mixed-Rhymer


Tyburn and Diamante, the smarty and the glow, are now here
and they’re ready, perfectly ready, to be read by you my dear!

The wintry weather have mantled their innocent forms all day, 
and by the window they’re leaning on my last hope, their hooray.

I watch li’l Haiku, flowing, with orange flame in the evening wind, 
whilst the mystical orb lingers at the blue mountain---the fairies’ inn.

Dinner-fume is not floating-up yet, perhaps not today, from your kitchen,
so I, the mixed-rhymer, will do them the reading with pizzas in our hands.


Details | Free verse | |

I do

As I lay down close beside you,
in the stillness of the night.
I can hear your breathing penetrate, 
the peaceful pulse of life.

I move up close and hold you,
feel the warmth your body glows.
I know the depth of love within your face, 
each line - a story holds.

You turn your face to see me,
I feel each move you make.
You hold me tight but tenderly,
as we cherish the love we take.

And we plan our lives before us,
the babes that we shall raise;
at a time that's right for all we must
for it's life that we create.

A love to share forever.
A gift from me to you
For life is so much to treasure - 
I give my all  - in vows, ' I do'.


Details | Free verse | |

Don't lose our love

Father please stop yelling,
your voice booms all around.
We got so used to hearing it – 
we switch off to the sound.

Oh yes it’s true we hear you
but your voice is now a noise;
it’s not what you say – that we can hear,
just abusive, boystrous tones.

If you stop a while, take time to think -
And plan what you might say?
Maybe you’d talk instead of shout,
and then we’d respond and work things out.

But while your respond in dulcid tones,
whilst all we hear is put downs, moans.
While all you do is scream and yell,
you’ll push us away – so far until…

You’ll lose our love, and all respect,
we’ll grow up not knowing loving yet;
run to the first who shows interest,
repeat history, life of whole regret…

You’ll lose our love, so stop this now,
teach us to love , to talk things through.
We’re not so bad, you’ll see us now,
And as a unit we’ll learn to grow…and flourish…

Make you proud, you’ll see.
Make you understand your love of me,
Be still, be heard – in quiet reserve,
with dignity, respect, and glee…

be proud.


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

The Daughter's Plead

Teach me---
 
How 
To 
Till 
My 
Thought

Near the placid stream
That I may bloom, like an alabaster rose


Details | Free verse | |

Sand

Rigid tan crystals
impacted when wet.
Roughness that can scratch
upon flesh when dry.

Cosmic fun on beaches
pleasures foundation.


Details | Verse | |

A Child is always a child

I never preferred my dad,
He always objected me,
He doesn’t like my company,
He argues on my smoking and alcohol,
Also minds my late night parties.

But I felt as a puppy at home,
I opposed him and always cried,
This is my life, I know better than you,
You know nothing; he shut the door roughly,
And went out for a while.

Mum always supported me.
She bought new clothes,
Jewellery, make up dressings,
She curled my hairs and taught me,
How to use lipsticks and eyebrows?
I was totally young, 

It seems nice when someone praised me,
But dad argues, this is my learning age,
I don’t need a company of adults.
You need better caring.

But I mind, he behaves why as me enemy?
I failed to understand him,
He was a responsible parent.
He was trying to build my future,
He found it very later when I dig me in the hell.

I was only a child when I got a baby girl,
I lost my freedom and best opportunities,
Burden loaded me sick.
My boy friend never accepted me a partner,
He was already married.

When my father asked me for abortion, 
I abused him a killer, first time,
He said to me, one day you will repent,
This is your terrible mistake.
You lost your path before to walk.

I want to be a Mum,
I never imagined, what is it responsibility?
Why dad objected me, always,
I am a chain smoker and alcoholic,
He never came back to encourage me.


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No Different Brain

Who is right and what is wrong?
Everyone likes to sing a song.
Who is small and who is tall?
Everyone is same when they fall.

Who is black and who is white?
A meaningless matter living has a fight.
Who is rich and who is poor?
Living for food sickness has no cure.

Who is dirty and what is clean?
Air has mixture no different brain.
What is darkness and what is enlightment?
Everyone dies nobody pays a different rent.

Who is a child and who is an old one?
A child has dispute, an old has fun.
It is rhyme of a life to live with own,
Love has cry sadness is mourn.


Details | I do not know? | |

Written in the sky

Do you hear them?

Woodland creature amidst the thicket, drawn, oblivious to indifference beneath 
heavenly luminescence.
And I, baring admiration in acknowledgement, plea to the awakening of your 
fellow ear as companion.
Fields breathe life of their expulsion.
Shall we bask in the glorious change of season, on a born spring time's eve?
For their patronage, provisions of choral orchestration.
Perish less an encore as hindrance our sweet nothings.
Subtle persuasiveness a lonesome breeze, elusive not embrace in 
subsequence.
Fairy taled forever after, cherishing each moment before a split horizon.
Welcomed forward, a blanket daylight broken, enthralled it's aerial spectacle.
Cast aside a burning pulpit, naysayers light in hibernation another moon.
Beckon their call I fear less, the ignorant giant may slumber the vanity of a 
thousand beauties.
View this as blessing,  pain staking journey to paradise lost in a moment in time.
For all aware, lying motionless to my appall, left only the repenting of His 
miracles.
You and I my love, caressed for the baring witness, carry on yet an elevated plain.
Thusly, seeking no more a destination, we rejoice the symphony.
Man's interpretation nor vivid name sake, hold no flame justly the collage of 
burning spheres once a traverse.
Only intelligence crane necks to strain, harboring each harvest time.
Envious to my art is green it's comparison, my pallet tempered by such exhibit.
I could all but tear my focal point amiss, if not consumed for the miniature 
rendering in your impressionist eyes. 
Gravitational pull toward our equator, warmth ensues as spinning upon our axis.
Feverishly embarking, nomads chartering new territory.
Staff set deeply, we unite in discovery, labeling lesser of events.
For her love was mere keepsake, and ours yet eternal, we should dare find it 
anxiously in our paths.
Sharing not again the perspective of another judgement, your insight scars my 
vision of all other pieces.
Our puzzle connected, swept away with it's marvelous fragrance on crisp air.

Can you hear them even still?

Creatures of the night applauding our performance, given provisions to a 
soundtrack amidst our harmony.
Conductors none the less amongst the most revered composers.
And so, we have shed our burden of curiosity,  a skin void relevance sought in 
temptation.
Baring witness to approval, His foreseeing, we pass our torch in His honor,
conceiving a page unturned in a scrapbook yet to be bound.



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Concrete Rose

Is it the rough  thorns that make me rough

Or is it my roots that help me grow up

I’m a beautiful days flower

But a hard days work

Is it my reddish color

That makes me one of a kind

Or is it my greenish color,

From a lost child you are trying to defy

I’m a concrete rose

Brought up by love,

And raised by sorrows

Stumped down one day

But standing stronger tomorrow after tomorrow

 


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The Eviction of Mr. Ivy

With his thick, brown, hairy legs,
He had climbed the back of an old white barn.
As his knotted, broad chest pressed 
Against the dry-rotted boards, 
He stretched his arms toward the sun 
Piercing through some nearby branches.
Entangling his long fingers in those limbs,
He rested his head on the black shingled roof
Until his head became green and bushy. 
His body clave to the building when he saw me.
He clinched when I tried to grab him
And he did not want to come down.
So, I cut him off by his hairy feet 
From among his crawling children,
And I pulled and pulled him by the legs.
Though he fought to stay and kicked to return,
I tore him away from that old white barn
And down he came with boards and branches.
I laid him on top of a pile of old ivy vines
And scraped his remains off the building.


Details | I do not know? | |

MENOPAUSE

Rapturous youth and tranquil prime, 
Withered with a weird dream!
Her gray hair and lusterless skin,
Fading from her eyes a resplendent shine, 

Her flabby shriveled breast, 
She walks with waddling and antalgic gait.
Alas! It's dusk of her womanhood,
It's menopause! A hush in solitude!! 


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Serenity

The wind blows through my hair 
The smell of pine in the air 
The breeze stirs the leaves to fall 
In the distance you hear the eagles call 
An acorn hidden as the chipmunks search for more
In the distance you hear the water rushing to the shore
Night approaches in the sky a billion little lights
The snapping of campfires casting their light 
Footsteps as people walk
Voices in a distance as campers talk
Morning comes eyes awaken 
The smell of cooking eggs and bacon
Calm water the morning fisherman's delight
 Children in the park flying a kite
 Pine scent and sandy shores 
Nothing like the great outdoors


Details | I do not know? | |

Summer Dreams

Crystal waters and 
backyard duets bring 
July to an end. Little 
faces gleaming with 
ice cream kisses prove, 
once again, that life 
is good. Fetching puppies 
bark at fireflies, causing a 
weary grandma to smile. 

The scents of fresh cut 
grass and watermelon 
make ninety degree days 
seem almost worthwhile. 
Queen hibiscus nods her 
scarlet crown, beginning 
her nightly slumber, while the 
day's amber sun 
sets to the chirping of 
crickets and the evening 
winds bring breezy 
summer dreams. 


Details | Free verse | |

Her Sweat


The morning is so bright, 
the kitty cat sits again 
before the tv set,
through the window I see 
the garden is blooming,
purple-violet and scented honey cream.

Fortuitously, there’s no bee 
to harass the garden, only the eager 
orb is here 
to sip the lady’s sweat,
her sweat run down the earth, whence 
the morning is risen, so bright. 


Details | I do not know? | |

YOUTH

Her blue eyes, 
Reminiscent of skies,
Her golden hair seem,
Akin to a bright solar beam, 
Her limbs tender,
Her waist slender. 
Nature bares the Truth 
Of full-blown-flower of Youth!


Details | I do not know? | |

Some Guys

Some Guys are nasty, Some are not,
Some are pigs and some are hot.

Some shave their face, Some don't,
Some shave their legs but others won't.

Some are boring, some are great,
Some annoy, and some aggrivate.

Some run slow, some run fast,
But don't forget they all pass gas.


Details | Verse | |

Birth

The sun arises in maternal eyes,
bathes with vibrant gold this child's emergent brow,
anoints with halo of moonlit star-crossed skies,
kisses with the love of life that starts from now.
At the first ragged cry lactosis stirs the swollen breast,
the milk of human kindness softly seeps;
heartbeat slowing in a birdcage chest;
forever in her soul this moment keeps.
The pain of tissue rent is dying out,
the sweat of labour on her flesh has dried,
the hurt in primal scream, in fevered shout
fades to a state of grace with tears cried.
Held at the break of dawn on birthing day,
on bed sheets where the blood of life has run;
though cords are cut and calmly thrown away
the mother and the child remain as one.


Details | Quatrain | |

Memories We Made

Laughter about us 
While the children play
The sunshine has faded
The sky turned grey

An innocent child 
Out in the rain
Sounds of a distant
Yet inbound train

These are the things
Of a neighborhood park
With playground and benches
Tables and basketball court

A dog walks his owner
Gentle rain subsides
Still behind the clouds
The sunshine hides

No one is leaving
Due to this spring shower
Drops of water 
Collect on the flowers

As day turns to night
The rain comes to a stop
A child tells his father
“Daddy, you rock”

Headed home from the park
After a long day
Loving the memories
That our family made


Details | Free verse | |

Smell the Rain

I smell the rain 
When settled dust 
Upon a field of flowers 
Dances in the four winds, 
And moist air encircles me. 
I see the rain 
Like a man's fist 
On an outstretched arm 
Rolling back its sleeve. 
As it swings with strength, 
I hear the rain. 
The thunder rolls; 
Light crackles and flashes 
In the distance; from above, 
When I cannot escape, 
I feel the rain 
Soaking into my clothes; 
As I run for shelter 
Under the rickety porch, 
Breathless, at its cedar post 
I taste the rain 
In coupled hands. 
As it streams down 
The weathered tin roof 
In veils of cascades, 
I know the rain 
Will wash away the dust 
And paint the earth and sky 
With puddles and bows; 
When the storm breaks, 
I love the rain.


Details | I do not know? | |

MOTHERHOOD

Her grown up face, 
Bears a thoughtful grace.
Her warm bosom,
Awaits to welcome, 
A wanted guest,
On her laps to rest, 
Restless, though happy she seems, 
As her heart broods fairy dreams.
Her speech sweater from the lapse of years-
With a wife's love, and a mother's fears!


Details | I do not know? | |

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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Donkey That Oversees The Cemetery

August the month of daddy's birth and death


Went to the cemetery today
It is a very lovely place
It sits upon a grassy knoll
A place just right for a stroll

Rural America, once the home
Of a country church
Where the congregation met much
No longer exists today..gone

Across the road fenced in
A donkey he-hawed a din
To let us know that we had kin
Buried there, where he overseed

The comings and goings
Of all that grieve
By day and by night
In the moonlight

All the ghost who
Roam about waiting
For that glorious shout
When we all will be gathered

To the heavenly choir
To sing God's praise
By the hour
Never tiring filled with desire

To worship together
Forever in the heavenlies


(I believe that when we die our spirit goes on to heaven not stay in the ground.  Only our 
body stays there and awaits the trumpet sound.  This is just a poem about going to the 
graves of my parents yesterday. Mostly it is true.  It is a Rhyme somewhat.)


Details | Verse | |

Optional Life

Money is a matter.
Telling me a Potter.
Child is very expensive,
Posted me a daughter.

When you was a child,
Your mum wasn’t wild,
If she can afford you,
Why are you a hooter?

I work always hard,
But my wife was a guard,
Always looking after me,
She wasn’t a modern cheater.

Social life was very cheap,
But nobody has a loud weep,
Cold was everywhere cold,
I enjoyed only coal heater.

Central heating, electricity and gas,
Heated up one face and two face,
That’s why she has complaint,
Optional life is a meter.


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Wishing U Were Here

Enjoying the sight of the big muddy
Viewing nature’s beauty 
Looking at the barges at rest
Wishing u were here by the red stick with me
Talking about the meanders of our lives
Staring in each other’s eyes
Trying diligently
Freeing myself from you and my evil daddy
Wanting u to be here badly
Asking God why He brought me here
Getting sad by the minute
Remembering all that happened this year and in the past
Feeling the love for you that will forever last
Wishing u were here with me physically
Gazing at the flow of the mighty Mississippi
Thanking the God almighty for whatever outcome
Realizing no matter how bad you and my dad were to me,
He deserves all of the love and He is where real love comes from.
Wishing u were here to share the sights of some of God’s gifts, me
The Red Stick and the mighty Mississippi.

(@ SUBR at river bluff) 7-19-09


Details | Free verse | |

Let Me Walk

let me walk thru the footprints 
in the sand, with laughter

like the joyful rhythm 
of a marching band

and if I spend time at the vanity 
you know that’s not my intention

whenever we’re together 
strolling, side by side

it happen though 
when I’m with you

for I could feel the essence 
of own existence

i could sense wind’s gentle whisper
as it passes over the breathing sea 

leading me to unknown destiny
as yours ever grows dimmer

let me walk…
remembering your name

that someday I may give
you, something to be proud of

   


Details | Senryu | |

Summers Picking Blackberries

Nicks, cuts and scratches
Stepping, reaching carefully-
Blurple stained buckets!


Details | Name | |

A Better Life

When I was born, 
My hands were empty.
When I was died,
My hands were empty.

What was a difference?
When I was born.
My family relatives and friends
Congratulates to my family.

My father got proud on my Mum.
And arranged a big party,
And celebrated as a happy day.
I have seen happiness around me.

My Aunty got jealous,
Not only with my Mum, 
Also with me, because
She had six daughters.

She knocked all religious doors,
And followed every single instruction,
But failed to have a male baby.
And her family were grown as Pumpkin.

She also kidnapped me, 
At spot, she and her supporter Sadhu,
Was arrested, when I was saved,
They were preparing me for a sacrifice.

For the happiness of a Statue God,
And believing to transfer my soul,
As a male in my Aunt’s family.
My life was a challenge to them.

My father said to her,
If you asked me to adopt my son,
As yours, believe me, I admit it,
But I am shame, you did this for me.

Do you believe? God will be happy,
To kill this innocent.
If it is easy to get something,
Society never stops to gain their wish.

My friends also hated me, 
I was clever in education
And healthy in sport.
They never appreciated my deeds.

Always introduced new stoppers.
People also minded about my Love,
When I fall in Love with a Lovely Girl,
Her family was poor.

Poverty insulted them and snatched Grace,
And also humiliated me.
My family and relatives,
Ill-treated me, and provoked.

Her acceptance was only for a dowry.
I was honest and worked hard,
My innocence was also a crime.
Everyone get benefit to befool me.

My honest life was a misery
And everyone challenged me,
In a race of earnings,
They teased me when I was alive.

When I were died,
People also came to express sorrowness, 
And promised when I was absent,
Their feelings are with my family.

My life was empty,
And died with empty hands.
Religion and traditions are,
Society worshipping them.

But never accepted me a human,
As human, I didn’t understand,
Whatsoever made this system?
It is only for living.

A human born for living, to enjoy 
All free sources, as a human, who knows?
Insulted person has a better life.
After his death, in Heaven.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Snow, Sweet Snow (until I gotta shovel!)

"pretty flake of cold fresh snow
fill the streets, deeper grow!
warm and cozy I will be
with the ones who do love me"


Details | Couplet | |

Shells of Winter

She feels to be broken, cast out and unkempt
to be left unwoken cocoon-like and bent
The egg shell of winter in powdered dust air
like fingers, like tendrils of wilt in her hair
Honesty in the room, blue and stiff beaten
like egg whites of snow crystallizing horizons
Just bury her too early sundown confessions
for she's lost in the shells of her pastime possessions


Details | Blank verse | |

Grapefruit won't do for Ava Lu

  Peeling the Sun
squeezing the seeds
planting sunflowers
so you can taste the
sunshine
Ava Lu.


Details | Verse | |

A Fired Jungle

Early in the Morning,
When I check news,
I spend my day to understand,
Why is nature so cruel?

Why did disasters again and again?
Why is mankind suffering?
Is human failed to keep his trust?
Why is he delivering punishment?

The innocent’s cries always,
Chased me and disturbed my peace,
 Is human has so ugly face?
Innocent tears and empty hands shook my body.

I amn’t responsible for all.
But I can’t run I also feel hunger and thirst,
Their unwashed face has a cry,
Is there anyone who can hear us?

I don’t know why is my conscious alive?
Why is it pointing at me always?
I feel one day I shall be burnt alive,
I feel I am standing in a fired jungle.


Details | Free verse | |

Dogs

My dogs are like two pieces of Pecan Pie, I could eat them right up.  With their 
noses so wet and soggy.  Their eyes are filled with love, and kindness.  Their 
tummies so soft and squishy to lie on.  Their mouth filled with laughter, but of 
course in bark form.  Their legs which they run, jump, and tackle you to the 
ground.  And finally their hearts, filled with love, and hope, and kindness, and 
laughter.


Details | Verse | |

I am Thinking

He has a daily routine,
Or just a habit,
To get early in the morning,
To go for a walk.
After bath, taking a cup of tea,
Before to go to office.

Since he has lost his son,
Nobody saw him again,
To go for a walk,
A news man also was stopped,
Other few servants
Also were removed from duty.

I don’t want to live,
I was doing for my son,
The property, bank balance,
That was for him,
He is no more with me,
I am thinking not to live longer.
I have no more wishes.


Details | Free verse | |

THINGS I'LL TRUELY MISS

The tenderness of your kiss
All the things I'll truly miss
The beauty of the day
The sky that's far away
All the stars in the sky
Every plane that passes by
The stillness of the sea
A reflection of me
Everybody that I love
Each a beautiful dove


Details | ABC | |

YOU AND EVERYBODY

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank
for the parched lips,
crying eyes,
trembling hands.

Missing stanzas,
flowing river,
rootless floats.
You did not feel like-
time filled you every minute,
you were empty, poor.

When you read the end
you understood beginning.
Will to die was not sufficient
you had not completed the script.
Alone in crowd you wanted words
to commit suicide.

Democracy was a funny name.
Everybody was sad, except the lead
who did not know where to go.

One day you found your voice
and were surprised
you were everybody
when you were hurt, you bled inside
and your blood then mixed with 
the blood of everybody. Then everybody cried
and you became separated from you and did not say anything!


SATISH VERMA


Details | Romanticism | |

Of Twilight

A word, within a reach 
and it faces the shadow
o’ misty years, daring

the laughter o’ now. A 
resplendent kiss speaks
to nature, tinged with 

esoteric gloss o’ twilight,
link ‘tween day and night
that seems so much alike, 

‘neath my scented feet,
against ebbing throb o’ 
love me, or love me not 

aspect o’ breathe and its 
sensual glow commands 
my skin and a countless,

dancing tingles are born,
from roots o’ mine bloom 
just to sweep thy sorrow. 



Details | Name | |

One day will come

I know, this is insulted task,
You are very important to me.
I know, this is insulted task,
You are fully enlightened to me.
I have no objection
You are quiet handsome and smart
I have no objection
Your are honest working hard a part
But I can’t allow you
You are still a servant.
But I can’t allow you
You are lower caste detergent.
I can invite you
If you have a different religion,
I can invite you
If you have a different language vision,
It is a matter of my purity
It is a tradition of my culture and faith
It is a matter of Hindu sanctity
It is a pride of my family myth.
You can’t understand
As you are exploited over the centuries.
You can’t blame them
If nobody accepted you a human the centuries
If you are Muslim
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Sikh
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Christian,
Still facing a caste barrier
If you are Buddhist
Still facing a caste barrier
You need to know
Hindu fantasies have strong ties
You need to know
Why all others have mourn flies
They also believe that
Caste is a God gift
They also believe that
Dalits have downtrodden rift
Is world ready to accept you?
Explain me, what have they done for you?
Nobody is ready to help you
If you are Dalit, they have done none for you,
They love you, 
Only the cause of their Religion.
They love you, 
Only the cause of their vision.
Religious philosophy is equal,
Divide mankind and ruled over them 
Religious philosophy is equal,
Kill the welfare of mankind to convert them.
One day will come,
When you will be a religious man,
One day will come, 
When a Dalit shouln’t be a Dalit fan.


Details | I do not know? | |

Twilight Of The Soul

I have existed through out time
With all these elements I did combine;
As my soul soars guess what I find
I looked, I saw a message straight behind.

The spirit turns around as I caught a sight
An incredible twilight proceeded the night;
A thought so pleasant and just right,
I grabbed it's rein and I held on tight.

So special a twilight I could tell,
Always there it's wonder would not fail;
Do not think this is some fairy tale,
Pure radiance like buckets of hail.

Inward I feel so freely as light air
Floating as though I had not a care;
Passing every whichway I know not where,
Lights streaming down as luminas hair.

Have you ever seen such a show,
In One's presence is where I did go;
It is His love I most certainly know,
Thine being is my twilight of the soul.


Details | I do not know? | |

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

                           


Details | Rhyme | |

Thunder, Thunder

The fierceness
The violent nature
It came and stayed
As we tried to sleep 

Yet beauty surrounded
As music was played
Upon the windows and roof
The sound, there, to keep

The girls had awakened
The dog had cried out
It was 3 in the morning
Sleep? I was without

For the lightning, the thunder
With no intention at all
Had given my family
An early wake up call

So now 4 in my bed
I was hanging from the side
The thunder rolled on
My children, they cried

The dog was a shiver
My wife, damn, was asleep
I had a 9 a.m. meeting
I was hoping to keep

Before I had known it
We drifted to dreams
Away from the rainstorm
And the sound of kid’s screams


Details | I do not know? | |

Look out little boy!

Look out little boy,
You the little boy running through the playground
So filled with joy.
So many things here you love to do
Only you don’t know theirs someone watching you.

Run quick little boy,
You the little boy playing with all his little toys.
You wear your new baseball cap like grown ups do.
The strange man is sneaking up on you.
So run!
Run as fast as you can.
I don’t like the looks of this man.

Get away little boy,
You the little boy, who visits his grandma everyday,
You can’t wait to spend time with your dad when he comes home from work today.
The evil man is behind you watching you play.
He’s gaining distance so please
Don’t stay where you are.
Get away!

Snatched away little boy,
You the little boy who’d sit with his mom and pray.
Did you say your prayers today?
He sits in his seat looking at you like a piece of meat.
Seconds turn to minutes.
Minutes turn to hours.
Isn’t it amazing how much time devours?

Broken hearted parents,
It started out,
Only a few minutes you left him alone.
You never gave up searching
And found him at dawn,
A little boy battered naked body
Mingled and dead.
So much he bled.
So much pain he went through before he took that last breath.
You remember the little boy that played
You remember the joy he had
The joy he gave
His parent’s hearts and dreams shattered
Watching their boy in a body bag
Nothing left but pictures, memories, and a nametag
And a little boy that will now lay in a shallow grave.


Details | Free verse | |

Fall

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



Details | I do not know? | |

Sleep....

In your sleep,you reflect so much of innocence and love,
You look  like a pious and pure dove.
I was lucky among some,to have a glimpse of a sleeping beauty;
For you seemed like a goddess and I ,a priest in a temple performing my holy 
duty.
I wish you sleep,sleep for long
So I can have a timeless thought of you,sitting like a monk.
Your lips were so pure that I felt like kissing them and hold you tight in  my arms,
But may be some other time,did not wish to miss the sight of your sleeping 
charm.


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Lyric | |

Get a Place

My dad is little angry but mum is alright.
If they feel different don’t get so tight.
They love me very much that’s why,
They always measure what is my height?

Dad heart is pure consult me always free,
I respect for experience he has knowledge light.
Mum cares for my taste and for a fashion,
Her choice is wonderful and very bright.

They shared my pain and offered happiness,
Sometimes I have argument but they were right.
If partner is in a young age enjoyment is lot,
Money and degree can’t get a place might.

If children are in early age they grown up soon,
Grand will be ever happy in olden age fight.
A right time is a right time and bad time is bad,
Care for your time if you want to enjoy life kite.


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Lake House (part 2)

The sun is rising
You awaken, and wrap in a sheet
Grab a cuppa coffee
A beautiful day to meet

Wonder to your outdoor recliner
Warmed by the sun
Thoughts are all yours
Loving yourself has begun

What do I love
Does anyone even care
Here's a list I thought of
So I thought I would share

I love:

Being a grandma, mom, and daughter
Loving people
Living my moments to the fullest-Always taking a leap of faith
Writing poetry
Our peach orchard
Playing in the dirt
Painting
Drawing
Seek-n-Find Books
Animals
Bubble Baths w/candles
Helping other people make their dreams become reality
Trucks-4 wheel drive of course
Cooking Desserts-and eating them
Taking pictures-the brain cannot hold everything
Walking in the mud barefoot
Forests-the smell after it rains
Gardening
My occupation
Holding someones hand
Sunbathing
Chocolate
Watching waterfalls-Eagle River
Driving with my hand out the window
Skiing
Driving anywhere, anytime
The color of my hair-thanks mom
Cards games
coffee
Lightening storms
White sauces
Playing horseshoes
Tattoos
Cuddling
Laying on my back and making pictures from clouds
Laughing
Early morning hours
BBQing marshmellows-just to pull the layers off

So, for those of you who don't know me
These are some things I love
Wanting, needing, desiring
Is what love is made of




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A Wind Blew Out Of Eden

A wind blew out of Eden 
and whispered through my hair 
tempting me with paradise 
a world without a care.

It crooked it's finger calling me 
it flirted hard with batted eyes 
promising my heart would heal 
wrapped in a numb disguise.

It laughed as if it really knew 
what happiness might be 
and danced with energetic joy 
and bubbled painfully with glee.

It kissed me with the sunshine 
and loved me with the rain 
it pledged to me I'd never 
feel the bite of pain again.

My eyes half shut in Eden's trace, 
escaping seemed so sweet 
until a child's tears reached my ears 
and then propelled a mother's feet... 

If I can kiss away the hurt, 
and I can feel the human depth 
then Eden can't seduce me yet 
I've too much living left...


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God's Art

I see the mist from the water rise
As the fire falls from the sky
The mountains stand so wise and proud
Reaching forever into the clouds.

I love the feel of the morning breeze
As it blows so crisply through the trees
The sound of the brook on it’s twisting path
Brings joy to my heart and makes it laugh.

I watch the squirrels run and play
In their joyful, happy way
High in the trees they cavort and dance
Ever taking a lofty chance.

I sit by the brook and look away
To a nearby hill where children play
Their laughter fills the morning air
As they run and jump without a care

It's the greatest work of art you see
And it always sets my spirit free
As I see god's canvas spread this way
I think what a wonderful, beautiful day.


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Time in the Sun

Kayla and Megan were there by the pool,
waiting their turn to jump in.
Matthew and Daniel were splashing about,
acting as if they could swim.
I, standing guard, just watching this show,
was really enjoying this chore.
Any time spent with all of my children
never leaves me wanting more.
It’s just a great day, when I’m part of this;
their father and also a playmate.
Because playing with them on a warm sunny day
is enough to make anyone feel great.

Now, the afternoon sun is getting quite hot,
so on them I must put more lotion.
Getting them out of the pool to apply all that stuff,
they yelled, is the craziest notion.
I told them to stop everything for a minute
just so I can get all this done.
“Hurry up and dry off! Let me do this for you.
Then you can get back to your fun.”
But, what is this chore, being there to protect them,
if I, too, can laugh and have fun?
Well, I’ll tell you this, it really isn’t a bore
to be spending time with them in the sun.


Details | I do not know? | |

mom

       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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Let's Go

Anyone for a picnic
Grab some food, let's go
There's no sense in sitting around
We're not getting any younger ya know

Load the trucks
Fill up will fuel
Grab a jack
We always need that tool

Ice chest full of drinks
Music is in the air
Do we know where we are going
Does anyone even care

Camera with good batteries
Tow rope in hand
Sunsceen for the tender skin
Lawn chairs for when we land

A flashlight as always
Blankets just in case
Making it back before sunset
Is always a losing race

A day to do nothing
But have a good time
Family and love all around you
Is worth leaving the chores behind


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CARTMEL TO KESWICK

Buttemere to Ulla pike,our walk more ramble than hike.Up and down,rain or 
snow,two teenage daughters in tow.Haystacks,Loweswater overlooking the 
lake,now locked in memory's keepsake.Up Skiddaw and Wythrop beck,much 
much longer than our usual trek.Through the wood onto Dodds crag,both the 
girls now starting o flag.Down the slope to Underseer stopping to buy a small 
souvenir.Out on the fell with spongy moss,Wainwright in hand as the paths 
cross-cross.Along the beck in a tree lined walk,watching the antics of a hovering 
hawk.Deer grazing 'neath woodland trees,Cartmel to Keswick,just the place to 
take one's ease.lunch-time picnics on grassy banks,vacations now recalled with 
much thanks.


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Trust and Obey

In the storm
He walks on the water
And bids me to come.
I walk on water too!
With my eyes stayed on Him.

In the ship
He calms winds and waves;
Where is this man from?
Shocked at such disbelief-
This concern still laid on Him...


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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