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Details | Light Poetry | |

Campfire and Tall Tales

Campfire And Tall Tails

Friends and sons come walking into the campsite all dress in camo from their long day’s hunt
Around the crackling campfire, they all gather and sat to warm their much-needed cold wet bodies

Keeping warm with a bottle of Jack Daniels or  Black Velvet, and a can of Mountain Dew being passed around 

 Adding more wood to the campfire so it would last through the night
 With the Sons poking sticks into the embers and watching the flame spark, pop, and dance in their sight, while others roast marshmallows at the end of their sticks  
 The men are fixing their evening meal for all to feast on

They all gather around the campfire and sit, 
 Teasing and telling stories of their day’s adventure out in the woods, 
Of a long, exhausting hike around the mountain, 
With a vision of elk with a large crown of horns

The stories are told big and small 
of the one they saw and had in their cross hairs, but a calf with its mother 
Who walked in front spoiling their shot
Or a bee that stung their hand when they were ready to pull the trigger

When they‘re all done, they crawl into their sleeping bags so they can do it all over again the next day,
Watching the campfire and teasing and telling their stories 

By Eve Roper 10/29/2014

Details | Personification | |

Ode to the Redwood

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

Details | Rhyme | |


God named me a straying cloud,
and by His perpetual wish I abide...
as the loneliest cloud floating on the earth's breeze.
I glance below and discover the yellow daffodils pride, 
and fluttering they dance beneath the apple trees;
and as a sparrow I feel the bond. 

My night visitation is more exciting than broad daylight,
I encounter many stars and make them my friends,
and they love shining on the Milky Way...
looking down on the lonely bay so bright;
and tossing their luminous heads, they brightly dance:
so happy they have come my way!

Even the ocean's waves join them in their play,
but their dance is better than theirs,
and at such wondrous sight I make verse...
being offered their warm company;
I am amazed by how they roll and still gazing away,
I do admire the spectacle that gladdens me.

So often, on my couch I gladly lie to rest,
but overwhelmed by empty or moody thoughts,
that splendid image flashes in the glow of the sunset;
my daffodils still wave and invite me to dance,
and I dance with them, making a happy sound...
not to feel the loneliness of a lost cloud. 

Entered in Brian Strand's Adaption poetry contest
This is an adaption of Williams Wordsworth's poem,
"I wandered lonely as a cloud"

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |

Beauty in my Palm

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

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

Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Crescent Waltz

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

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

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

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


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

Details | Couplet | |

Woodland Path

Fae circles of mushrooms
Lanky yellow toadstools
Firm jelly tot larvae 
Feed from rich stagnant pools.
Fungal disks cling with wanton 
To the grey trunks of trees
Cricket strums join to bird song
Sending messages of peace.

Lambent beams break through foliage
Gradient tones tint the scene
Yellow, purple, and whites
showcased by backgrounds of green.
Fractured rock nests bright flora
Compost mats engage moss
A place of breach and survival.
Nature's gain, (one might say) 
is the product of loss.

Details | Quatrain | |

Summer Nights

The smell of the summer night air 
Takes me back to times we shared
You and I dancing beneath the moon
Crickets playing a lovers tune

Trees full with lush green leaves
Whispering poetry to you and me
A view from beneath a Missouri bluff
Talking of passion, love, and lust

Your hand in mine strolling the path
Sitting on the deck and looking back
Picnic tables and barbecue grills
Driving and parking, is this for real?

My memory’s filled with your sweet love
Do you remember that snow white dove?
A kiss goodnight under a star filled sky
Best friends forever, a promise, no lie

It excites me to think that every year
Whether life or memory I return here
We will create magic again I know
On a summer night in the moon’s soft glow

Copyright © 2009 Lena “Lolita” Townsend

*inspired by John Heck’s “Summer Celebration” contest

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 | Free verse | |

Moments In Time

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

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

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

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

Details | Verse | |

Secretly Obsessed

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

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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |

Insight out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 | Free verse | |

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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

Details | Light Poetry | |

' Patricia Adams - An Alaskan Light ... '

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

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

                   Your Poet-Friend,
                           The  MoonBee

Details | Senryu | |

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

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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |

Tadpoling parts 1 and 2

part 1 

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

part 2 

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

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

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

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

Details | Ballad | |

If the world were full of hippies

If the world were full of hippies
there'd be nothing left to prove
except peace and understanding
and a little bit of groove

Noone would be homeless
Like many live today
We'd build beautiful communes
where anyone could stay

Together we'd make music
to the beat of mother earth
there'd be no fighting or war
Everyone sharing equal worth

We'd grow our own vegetables
 and create trinkets to sell
We'd open up our minds
break free from our shell

Every colour and every race
would teach one another
we'd become a united family
every sister, every brother

We'd bless all gods creatures
show respect for the land
Give free hugs to everyone
openminded to understand

Nature would speak to us
Our world would become one
with peace and understanding
and a little bit of fun

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 | Haiku | |

Birds Across the Blue Divide

The blueing ocean Separate eagle and dove Spiritual birds

Details | I do not know? | |


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

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

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

Details | Acrostic | |

The garden Prince

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

Details | I do not know? | |


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

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

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

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

From a well of hertz, a love
is grown.

Details | Haiku | |

Lateral thought

Crab on a mission
So much inside that shell; leaves
writing in the sand

Details | Narrative | |

Autumn Evening

Tonight I found friends
Not in human form but;
In the land, sky and nature.
I strolled along a country road,
Taking in what the 
Good Lord bestowed.
The sunshine, green grass,
Birds of the air.
One could almost hear
Our Father's voice in the
Gentle breezes.
A deer ambled 
Out on the road,
Not noticing I was there.
Thoughts of Him that put
Us both there.
The locust sang their
Songs in the trees.
The glorious afterglow
Of the evening, as the
Sun bids a farewell 
Good Night.
Oh, thank you Lord 
For friends like these.

Details | I do not know? | |

Ivory Moon

Ivory moon
how you make me swoon,
as you cast your ivory rays.

Uncertain thoughts
of costly talks
surrounded by a thunderess gaze.

Eye's of forgotten beauty
look upon,
as the ivory moon hum's a song.

Never the less
I must confess,
The song that moon did sing;

Made me feel a beautiful passion
As that ivory moon
comforted me.

Details | Light Poetry | |


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

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

Details | Light Poetry | |

A friend

Humbled by the blessing that falls around me,
the smell, the filling, it is what I'd like to be,

Soothing to the touch like silk on her face,
feared at times for not taking shape.

Cold as a winter kiss yet hard to be missed,
cool as a summer breeze on the 1st. of August,

Hated by ones who can't see the beauty I see,
cursed by others as  they hide under trees,

Wanted while alone and your tears land,
wanting it yet unable to hold it in your hand,   

A friend I found years ago in a time of need,
you picked me up planted me like a rose seed,

To cover my body in any season,
to wash away my worries is the reason,

Like music and a sound all it's own,
rain drops carry my favorite tone. 

Details | Shape | |

Your Umbrella

                                   Can be yours,
                             Whenever you feel like
                   A drop is Pouring down from sky and
              It reaches your beautiful hair. I can be yours,
       To protect your beautiful face, I can be yours, whenever

Details | I do not know? | |

Among Elk

Up before dawn, a feeling has drawn 
You into the mountain and trees.
Till the silence within, upon the whispering wind
A chime of bugles tease the breeze.
That majestic call, that is heard each fall
Since before our forefathers birth
And for those who take time, through rim rocks and pine
Listen and value their worth.

Each note high and low as each bugle ballad goes,
No two ever the same
They are all unique and if a chance to critique
Upon our hearts they claim.
We are put into state and can hardly wait
For the dawn of the upcoming morn
To glimpse hoof print in stride or a patch of hide
Or a tip of antler horn.
Just out of reach, lessons he’ll teach to those who play the game,
The tension and pull of a phantom bull, a soul never to tame.
While waiting and yearning, eyes straining, ears burning, 
Ringing till you can’t hear a thing,
To early to late, can’t hardly wait,
Patience like a bee sting.

Like a ghost in the night they filter through site
They tease and bugle and  brag,
As tell tale sign, weave and wind
Through timber, rocks and crags
Where a sapling tree, used to be
Now a twig broke scarred and torn
Velvet left there and shed of hair 
To tell the rut has been born.
Strong elk scent, down wind is sent
 From their bedded layer    
They are up once again and start to transcend 
 Letting us know they were there.
A little to late can change a state
Hopes almost fell,
But all rise again when a bugle begins
For among elk, we dwell.

Details | Rhyme | |

Lewis And Clark

They were Meriwether Lewis and William Clark,
Her name was Sacagawea.
On an expedition they did embark
Finding the passage to the sea.

Down the Missouri they traveled, 
Then slithered 'round the Snake River bend.
Rocky Mountain weather and sickness battled;
At the Columbia River they'd end. 

©2013 Honestly JT

Details | Lyric | |


Rainbows are for hope. 

Raindrops splatter 'gainst my window     
Music from the sky; 
Each crystal drop a mellow bell 
A gentle melody to tell     
me ...that your love is mine. 

 Sunlight scatters thru my window     
Warm touches sent to me 
Each photon beam a kiss from you 
Sent to me across the blue...     
 A comfort wished here tenderly. 

 April winds caress my window    
 Breath from clouds above; 
Daring me to share the passion, 
Give my heart in wild abandon,     
 Drinking deeply of your love. 

 Rainbows Bless my Open window      
Sun-drops & rain combined. 
The ends connecting us together 
Distances no longer matter...      
Out hearts are intertwined.

Details | Rhyme | |

The fox

The Fox.

The fox he bounced up to the toad
As everything around him glowed
He took her hand so tenderly
And said "hey sing this song with me"

The elephant told the kangaroo
“No matter what you say or do
You've got to have this dance with me”
And hummed a little melody.

They danced and danced
The whole night through
And really had a great to do
As their time they filled so merrily
All crazy, wild, and fancy free

The chimpanzee said to the clown
As he tapped his toes upon the ground
“Come laugh with me and have some fun
Let's dance and sing, hey everyone”.

The bear he laughed to see them all
As he drank some juice to keep him cool
Then he joined in all the carry on
As they played and danced the whole day long.

Peace, Socrares 1996

Details | Free verse | |

Who Am I

A new photograph floats to the surface
Playfully dressing up as the world around me
Hat, striped socks and all
Tiptoeing at the top for one last sweet moment 
Before sinking back into my ocean mind.

One after another they arrive
Single file,
Steeping my eyes in the world 
As the minds shutter, ever fluttering 
Strings together this conscious stream I play in.

My photographs fade in time’s wrinkled arms.
Joining their brothers and sisters at the ocean floor,
They hold hands and try to answer the question that is always asking itself:
Who am I?

Jacob Reinhardt

Details | Rhyme | |


The Prospector: 

He packs his tack in a great canvas sack 
And then drives away in his car.
Nobody cries as they wave their goodbyes; 
They will await his return from afar.
When he reaches the track he will find his way back
With his GPS tuned to a star. 

The stories are told how he travels the road 
With constant anticipation,
He ignores the snakes as he hammers in stakes, 
On the boundary of his location 
This man has gone bush, and he shows no rush 
To return to civilization.

This modern-gold seeker, with a stick and a beeper  
That creates echoes to his ears from the ground.
On his own, he unpacks his gear from his sacks,
He’s left family and friends in the town.
Now the bush replaces their loving embraces
With an encompassing sky and a peaceful surround.

The look on his face shows nary a trace
Of emotion as he unpacks his gear.
He sets up his camp, and primes his lamp, 
Lights fire, and watches a dingo draw near.
Staring into the embers, he starts to remember 
Other campsites like the one he has here.

He wakes in the morning, stretching and yawning
As he extracts his bones from the ground.
His muscles will strengthen as the days lengthen
While he walks the grid; listening to sounds.
Bright are his eyes, as he unearths the prize
His detector, signals it there to be found.

When his eyes behold the nugget of gold
As he digs in the earth for this prize
They sparkle and shine as he takes out his twine,
Knotted, for measurement of size. 
The tail of his shirt removes unwanted dirt
And hessian covers rock from prying eyes

As he looks to the ground; there is more to be found!
Shards that catch the bright setting sun. 
He puts some in a pot, then marks this fine spot,
So he can find it again when he’s done.
For the task of recording his find in the morning,
He must leave; he feels he should run.

From the past he has learned, he knows he’ll return
After the assayer sees what's in his sack.
There is quiet celebration, with this revelation
As he phones his partner to say she should pack.
They both go to sign on the dotted line,
Then together they travel the track back.


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Lady Autumn's Ball

Lady Autumn’s Ball Here ye, Hear ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Tis the best time for late season romance Come everyone, enjoy the dance Autumn’s colors deck the halls Listen for Love’s eternal mating call Love is born from a single glance Emotions of the heart are enhanced As they two, walk down the promenade Lady Autumn is bedecked in her finest gown Colors so vivid can nowhere be found Hear Ye, Hear Ye, tis time for Lady Autumn’s ball Come, everyone, enjoy the dance Listen for love’s eternal mating call Emotions of the heart are enhanced

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Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB

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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

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The Village Children

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

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

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

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Autumn's Dream

Passion ran through their veins
They lived life with no gains

Like autumn for the mighty oak tree
Their leaves have little light to see

A lifetime of work withers below
Waiting for the next winter snow

After the passing of their season
You will see their life had a reason

Edward J. Ebbs - 10/28/11
Contest - Autumn's Dream

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White Cat

What of this pregnant white cat?
Her dirty fur a smudge
Against the snow's crisp canvas,
She mews at my door for milk.
A stranger to me, she appeared
Without express invitation,
And now, she lingers like a cold.
This cat is an embarrassment.
Like friends whom I feed
Because I lack strength
To turn them away.

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Lets go fishing

Grab your rhodes, your lines, your reels.
Grab your hooks, your swivels, your sinkers.
Grab your power bait, your worms, your stinkers.
Grab your tackle box, your cooler, your beer.
Pick a spot, cast your line, enjoy your friends, and have a good time.

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a storm snows and rains
a world plowing in her rage  
nature makes humble

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012

Being - no longer - on line with a friend on the other side of the world experiencing hurricane Sandy I tried to express my feelings the moment the connection was 'gone' 
Shortest poem  and the first in this form I ever wrote...............

Hurricanes -Only Haiku Conest 
10th 	Sandy	Ellie Daphne van Stralen
Sponsored by: SandyIvy Davis

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My hand holds your hand

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

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Remembering Belle

She was a devoted ole gal always at her best
so many days I cried hanging off her chest     
down to the lake in the hot summertime
we would cool her off and swing on a vine

Every morning at five am here came Belle, now my friend
and again at six pm there Belle was ready to work again
years passed and Belle became a part of our family
we worked, we played, and we milked twice a day

Half my life she was one of my dear friends
I greeted her in summer with warm sun burnt skin
and in winter I spent my time warming them
when Belle died I can't say things were ever the same again

Belle had become more than a cow in a pen, who gave us milk
she became a babysitter, a circus act, part of the swim team, for the neighborhood
but most of all Belle had become a lonely teen's dear friend

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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.

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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.

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To Wither and Die Not

Peace surrounds me on this day in May as I let destiny have it's own way I smile down on whom I am made grandly by all my yesterdays I will live again and all my hopes and dreams shall not shatter I am destiny's lost prodigal child, May has been a source of pain for me Seeming to harm me with it's innocent days hidden in coy smiles, yes it lied many times but not today, the day after yesterday beginning all my tomorrows We can not always live in the growing fields of flowers picking them and hanging them up to dry somehow in making something beautiful we forgot them and they did not dry, yet died We can not always hold onto our flowers some do not fare well to the process of living dry so today is not tomorrow nor yesterday but it will always be lost amongst some field of flowers No garden to train, yet sheer joy in what is natural for miles as far as the eye can see it is spring and I pat my body down, I lived through the night yes, I am alive, and did not die, as they live their destiny Yet, my flowers have no scent, and not many want them , but what glory can be found in the ordinary flower? the garden of no surprise with many needs to thrive, none, for there is nothing grander than a flower growing in fields wild Next year, it will spread it's seeds in the wind and prosper so much grander it will be each year there after, yes, growing wilder and my prayer is no one will cut them down or poison them ever-after yet someone will love the flowers growing wild tomorrow and the day after May they become a heart's desire, and glory will forever remain in those alive, and wild but never dried, or tamed, for how can we say nice things about something, we set aside to wither and die, in shame and pain, that should always be allowed to grow wilder, to wither and die not tomorrow or the day after
will edit when I get back home. SORRY GUYS!

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The Long Way Home

trotting across my back field
there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s misty friend is climbing 
through the cold, prickly wires

Delicately drenched, 
as wet as 
a dog’s kiss,
there’s a-storm brewing-in
it’s casual pal is breezing-
bothering the wicker trees.

his smile- 
brightens my mind 
like the italian renaissance.
inhaling red tipped 
we chat under the glistening leaves. 

But there’s a storm brewing-in
it’s hamper full dirty laundry
is drying-
stringing across my back yard. 

his laugh-
is as pleasing 
as old dogs learning new tricks.
Just one more outburst, 
and I swear this storm will turn to stone. 

I bask-
his attention is as gratifying 
as a masters gentle stroke
just one more round of 
darting eyes and light hearted jokes.

I realize now, 
He grumpiness does best
to protect what’s raw and rare-
from the snakes who try to tear us away from home.

Like stumpy cigarettes, 
hanging off the tips 
of tough our lips. 
we’ll share each other’s worlds.
Yes, Like stumpy cigarettes, 
hanging off the tips 
of tough our lips.
let’s melt into each other’s worlds.

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A New Pair of Glasses

Reflecting back on all the times we felt, that life had done us wrong, The daily struggles, the missing pieces, the days they felt so long. Without the hope inside sometimes, that life could ever change, Until one day, the lightening hit, we felt its stinging pain. Alone we were and full of fear, we sat and sometimes cried. Until we were willing, to let someone in and put aside our pride. “It’s an inside job, but let it all out", we once heard someone say. It’s up to you to make the choice, so start anew today! The daily decision to change our thoughts and all our actions too, Is not an easy task, but we’ll find our bonding glue. Not sure exactly where we’re headed, we just swiftly plod away. Remembering who we want to become, lies in our choices today. If life gets rough, just phone a friend, or take a walk outside. Breathe in fresh air and think good thoughts, and put your cares aside. Just one foot forward is all it takes to get to where He’s calling! The path is outlined for us as we go, He’ll catch you when you’re falling. Tears may come from time to time, and that’s ok, you know. For in our quest for what’s to come, they’ll be sure to help you grow. No pain, no gain we hear, but here’s the best news yet…… We’re promised a life we’d never dreamed that alone we would never get! With the laughter we’ll share, and the friends we will meet, our fears will melt away. Our gratitude for the new life we’re living will shine with each new day. A simple change in attitude will help throughout the years. Life will become like a new pair of glasses, We’ll see laughter through the tears!

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Thunderstruck Sunshine

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

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

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

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Sleeping during the day,
staying awake at night;
opposite rhythm does harm, 
I gulp down strong coffee...
my body shakes like leaves
blown by a chilly breeze.

I don't wonder where
the spotty moon went;
I ponder on words:
leaking fate to loss... 
loneliness to cost. 

Owls look too sad
without moon rays;
they have no friend...
would that be me?

They know that
rhythm does harm.

They feel
fear, then


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Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby

          Again a small poem guys dedicated to my Darling hubby.. 
                          wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Loving You is Blissful - My Darling Hubby 

 Twilighting glow of the sky..
 Wanna fly so high..

 Sparkling amidst the million stars..
 chosen the crazy pal and so life is excellently par.. 

 As like the blossom were kissed by soft rain..
 Your arrival in life diminished all my pains..
 God has entwined me..with my emarald diamonite gem..
 Enlightening new vistas in life as like your next aim.. 

 At an astounding pace time flew..
 But When i didn‘t see you..I feel like..Life is been dew..

 Your divine presence in life rejuvenates me..
 Every tick of my heartbeat resonating wit your‘s or whatever it will be..

 Your innumerable naughtiness made me silly..
 But yep, your beautifying nature had an fragrance in life like lilly..

 As like snow crested the nestled mountains..
 You cuddled my a sip of fountains..

 Being With you, Life is euphorically elated..
 Full of high spirit and delighted..

 Thanks for being accompanying me my theist..

 Your admirer with lots n lots of Love:
 Madhavi. Suyog.Pagare

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F is for friends

Fantastic friends fry fresh fish friday for fun

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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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My day is a day to be reckoned with my Sir!
I am down back to zero going again you see.
I carry a silver stick just for you not for me.
Do know I roll in a blend of pure magic I stir.
Like my soup you are and a cat I shall purr.
My summer is magic my winter cues as be.
I am busy you see to fly in and out like thee.
But in between this world is a cross to incur.
And at the end of this world is even a bigger cross,
Sharp as a whistle seemingly to be  at a great loss!
® Registered: Ann Rich   2009

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Findings of friends in this hot soup
Steamy weather, a pigeons coop
Lean on my eyeballs
Ill SEE What I can do?
before the sky Falls in on YOU

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The Cat House

I know a place where cats enjoy long life, 
where human intervention is tolerated, 
where only cats are allowed 

It is where they rule, decide their fate, 
to go hunting or sleep late, 
prowl their border, look for a mate, 
food abundant, early or late, 
no need for a snack with an always full plate 

Non-skid litter lines their bathroom floor, 
ideal for completing their daily chore, 
no need for flushing, gets covered instead, 
when it reaches its peak, mysteriously disappears, 
automatically replenished, 
a new floor every other day or more 

When night time falls they are free to prowl, 
crouching tigers one and all, 
waiting to pounce at the slightest noise,
or attack a shadow suddenly appearing on a wall, 
their prey, rarely actually exists,
makes no difference, 
prowling is not something they would ever miss, 
immediately after a good prowl,
onto their bed, a good stretch,
sleep away until daylight

Come first light their tummy signals its time to eat, 
they check out their food bowl,
if stale, 
it is time for humans to wake 

Hunger sated, find a sunbeam to bask and wait, 
awaiting a signal, to do whatever their mind dictates 

Ah, such a place is the mind of a cat,
from where they rule and dictate, 
how we humans who love them,
make their life great

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Bless it be Thee!

May 27, 2010

Bless it be Thee!

Bless it be Thee!
Truly, I love you.
My whole my new.
My heart your key!

Loose lips and free.
Realistically, I knew!
You are far and few.
I can justly let it be.

You know, it is Gemini’s Full Moon tonight,
The Universe is waking up figuring us all out.
Point me out as a random beam of Moonlight,
I am engulfing and enriching charts in route.

Swiftly suited, I stand in my place!
Bless it be it to Thee! A closed case!

®Registered: Ann Rich 2010

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


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Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !

                                     Bees, Bees, the dancing machines
                                     Polinatators that bite me
                                     Gift biogenic amines
                                     How you make me swell

                                     Yellow belly tarnations
                                     Clinging Clanging to butt's cheek
                                     Cursing swating and shooing
                                     To sting destroyer

  * Story:    A yellow belly flew into cars window and landed on seat and of course 
                        I had to be the one to roll on it and get stung in butt lol

Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

Entry for
Linda Marie's
Bite Me Contest 
G.L. All

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL

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You, Me, Us, Everyone

Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone

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Hard Life, Well Spent

Cowboys herdin’ cattle cross dusty trails
Sandy hooves paint ground fog in their wake
Shuffling along swattin’ flies off molty hides
Riders amble aside keeping eye on their stake

Chuck wagon camps, setting up by a creek
Beans and pan bread cookin’ over hot stones
Coffee’s meandering aroma penetrates the air
Greeting men carrying saddles over tired bones

Ranch hands scout the waters nearby
Look to the sky to judge the night
Storms a comin’ as night encroaches
Coyotes restless, cries rent last light

Cattle dogs alert to changes
Nip the heels of stragglin’ calves
Cowhand slaps his rope while coaxing
Blistered hands and lips in need of salves

Cowhands sing to calm their charges
Bedrolls gathered near the fire
Dreaming of a trail once taken
And of their loves as they retire

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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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Partial Eclipse of the Sun seen in Ireland today

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

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Effulgent sun proffers love 

Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

The moon unravels wonders

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Secret Lover

Engulfed deep within beauty
Of shades and light
Within textures I cannot feel
Curious of simplicity of such purity
Reaching out, to try and grasp it
Awakened in the truth of forbiddeness

Teasingly she caresses spiked green hai
And kisses curves of bodies
Jealous of her lovers
I wish to pull away
To no avail, as her face brightens
Closing my eyes, trying to silence my heart

Her color and spirit consume me
Tugging more at my dark life
Slowly transforming into a new form
Her body over me and pressing down
Whispers of such melodies
I cannot hold back my passion

Each day she embraces me
No matter her mood or emotions
She never leaves me
As I continue my daily routine
We exchange air kisses
Melodies follow me during the day
And at night I leave my window open
So she may enter and hold me tight

My heart still dances
When I see her face
And though our love unseen
Our relationship forbidden
There isn’t a day I am without her
My light, my dark, my love, my song
The dearest of my heart- the sky

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Sweet kisses of fall
Brings sensual caresses
That charms winters chill

Touch of winter’s charm
Wrapped up in awesome delight
Delivers embrace

Emotions of sight
Raptures heavenly spring sounds
Building into heat

Summers delightful
Fun, fantasy of the mind
Dearest affection

ps: sweet love to all at PS and the world as well the universe.


written for
Sponsor Destroyer ~ Poet  

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Have You Ever Read

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

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

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

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

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

You'll see...

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

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

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Laps up cool water
Lifts up head
Get off the toilet!

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

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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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Fishers Fair

Oh my friend of fishers fair.
Of all those waters we wish to dare.
Those lures and lines of many happy times.
Trout unlimited and desired wines.
Your gleaming smile and voice of care, 
many more times are that of which we will share.
And that big fire in which you built,
the flames held many feelings in which are glid. 
Something that is not easily rid.
Our time will come next to those sweet glistening waters
under the sun.
When jokes are plenty and sorrows are few,
these are the fishing trips I've spent with you.
For fisher's fair will have us there competing for the best.
And when we do, I could promise you I'd catch the biggest of all.
But, there you are pride as seen, you've out fished me once again.
For in a day of fisher's fair it was just the pleasure of being there.
And as dusk begins to appear, I usually regret reeling in our gear.
Even if those fish don't bite, we could fish all night.
So, our day of fisher's fair comes to a close.
And once again those bright spring days are on their way a fishing we will go.
But these are not the only times of that of which are aglow.
For you have been more than just a friend, you have lended me many helping hands.
To repay you is a debt that I hold deep within.
For we will grow older each and every year.
And if we move or grow apart, these are the special times I will hold in my heart.
For it has been friends like you of whom one would wish not to part.
So my friend of fisher's fair I will always see you out there.

copyright@2010                          MaryM.McShirly/Kilker

Details | I do not know? | |

I see you

I see you
When sad and feeling down,
These words I like to say.
For sweet lord beside me in my life,
I fear not, come what may.

Lord I see you.
In the cotton clouds,
That floats on high above,
I see you.
In the gentle breeze,
And the snow white turtle dove.
I see you,
As the skies grow dark,
As colors contrast against the grey,
I see you,
In the warm glowing sun,
That makes up the summer day.
I see you,
As the mighty oceans rant,
There waves crashing on the shore.
I see you,
On the ice cold tips,
Where the mountains start to soar.
I see you,
In the colour flora,
That covers mother earth.
I see you,
Through a child eyes,
And the precious gift of birth.

For all these things my heart gives praise,
That makes up are waking lives.
The lessons learned and I travel home,
And reborn again reprised.
© N windle 2009

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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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Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home

Heartstrings- For Hearth and Home

Pardon me, did you just heave…
“Aye, that’s right, you can leave”
Good you give me the heave-ho…
“Don’t say, just leave this ship-
You’re ban from the trip”
But wait, I demand to know
Why heart throbs callous fate…
Or naught’ say in this state?
Then, I get’ be on the row.

Retrench, though break, I grieve
…Still air, elsewhere receive-
D-day most furious must bow.
Fly wings, see no then clip-
A tip, handsome; don’t trip.
Ready, steady and will wow.
Cos yours’ to concentrate,
Theirs to see and relate.
Patience in all makes you grow.

Balassi Stanza: Two
Rhyme Scheme: bbaccadda
Syllable count: 667667667

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my companions

My only companions are my dreams my only friends Who call out for me their voices a melody for me to fallow save me my friends from this Dark World Wolfs teach me to be loyal and to fight the dark and when make love to the dark embracing it becoming dark myself yet not to succumb to its control Fae teach me to kill with words And when to use them to save Of the meanings of speech and its clever twists To speak a truth one does not want to hear And still make them hear tote truth Twin sprits teach me to know the sprits Those elusive things some call souls Not knowing how to talk with them, we converse Not knowing how to feel their presence, I touch them I feel the hands brush against my skin As dragons, teach of fire, rage, and bloodlust ,when to use it and how to use it well like a well made WAR HAMMER ,and from the masters I learn lore and flight for though I have no wings still I fly with them Trees teach of patience And the earth’s presence and how to care her Of the minds herbs and streams to feed my roots As my branches wither Their Skills With The Wood Are Rival To None Succubus and Incubus you teach of the heart, it’s betrayals, loves, comforts how to guard the heart, and still feel for they know best, its mysterious ways Whilst my heart, mind and body scream Scream for release from this reality To dreams and the worlds found through their doorways Call out to me my friends save me from those who ridicule me who constrain me in chains of iron as they sear my flesh Holding me fast to things, I must not do or have cages of words, deeds, people, and their judgments I Hate Them, And Their Ways are both evil and cruel I know not how long I have left For my blood screams for vengeance To bathe in its fires ,to soar free in the skies where none but you can reach me SAVE ME, MY FRIENDS I BEG YOU!!! I long for your embrace your fiery breath the sweet scent of wet moss you warm sprit upon mine the pack running singing the songs that change me to your likeness the sleep where my heart lies in your hands as you feed your lustful hungers upon my troubles leaving me to sleep untroubled free of my cares and worries giving me my heart backed still with its worries and cares but unburdened you cleaver teachers I lust for your wisdom and the peace you bring me please come open the doorway to the forests and the fire moors save me my friends
this is also a personification

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Reflections in the Firelight

The wood is piled
my emotions riled
Sweet expectations
settle in my soul

Sweat dappled brows
my emotions drowse
sudden conclusions
fill in the hole

of my heart.

The fire started in the pit
warming ourselves 
in it's globe
and there we sit
like two lost elves
waiting to disrobe

Take your time,
The perfect man
does exist.

rlm '09

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The White Pumpkin

Thank you, Ma’am, for the pumpkin.
I am not distressed in the least.
Though it’s not of my preference,
It’ll suffice for a Halloween feast.

Mother Nature could have mixed up her seeds.
That could explain why the color is bland.
One might think Jack Frost didn’t finish his work,
Or, Autumn is making a political stand.

I am so glad you came with this pumpkin.
Come on in Ma’am, and stay for awhile.
No, I don’t mind it isn’t bright orange,
Though it isn’t the most popular style.

Please, have a seat as good company should,
And quit the uncertainties filling your mind.
Don’t doubt my plan for sweet pumpkin pie,
As giving me this ugly, white pumpkin was kind.

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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

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Peace to One and All

Be careful
I said carefully come nearer
Be careful
I said carefully take my sword
Be careful
I said carefully read my lip
Be careful
I said carefully draw my sword
Be careful
I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
Be careful
I said carefully send me there now...

Why do you withhold?

Be careful
Have your sword, shield it
And have your seat

Politics has not completely darken my heart
I still sense the part I belong
I know I aren't born this way
I know I aren't call to this way
I know God don't support my way-

Bloodshed day and night 
All in the name of satisfying
Whims and caprices of the few

The world led with the words of the opportunist
And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full

Since you are now born again

  Be careful
  I said carefully come nearer
  Be careful
  I said carefully take my sword
  Be careful
  I said carefully read my lip
  Be careful
  I said carefully draw my sword
  Be careful
  I said carefully pierce my body apart from my soul
  Be careful
  I said carefully send me there now

  Why do you withhold?

  Be careful
  Have your sword, shield it
  And have your seat

  Politics has not completely darken my heart
  I still sense the part I belong
  I know I aren't born this way
  I know I aren't call to this way
  I know God don't support my way-

  Bloodshed day and night 
  All in the name of satisfying
  Whims and caprices of the few

  The world led with the words of the opportunist
  And built by struggles and sacrifices of the full

  Since you are now born again

Be careful
And carefully convey my message to those privilege few
Be careful
And don't change my words
Be careful
And listen carefully
Be careful
And tell them I said...

Peace be upon thou
That values this singular word in action
Who give room for this course to thrive
And carry the day

Peace be upon those 
That gives it a chance
The Word in question is PEACE

Peace and Unity is what I preach

Convey my message to one and all.

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A Vertical Pattern

The sun within me reflects off the moon you hold.
Showering me with aura light and the true story told.
I must be the most powerful me
to allow you to be the most powerful you.
That is how unity shines in our harmonious flow.
Many divine elements of nature and earth, 
sky and infinity,
bring us together on this present soul journey.
Beyond matter and time 
we have always been of a similar kind.
Whatever body we have carried or dimension experienced,
our knowing has been vertical with spindled permanence.
Sewn and weaved through various soul needs
we meet on this earth and complete what we have agreed.

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Earth Angel

Earth’s Angel
Her salient wings glowed;
With love she cradled wild world,
All rested in peace.

Details | I do not know? | |

Where Wild Violets Grow

Where Wild Violets Grow

Scribbling these verses,
caressing your bare back,
simple rhymes,
flowing from my fingertips.

Scribbling verses,
sprinkling odes to fragrant promises,
your smile lightens the burdens,
off my heavy heart.

Scribbling verses,
soaked in countless kisses,
the moonlight waltzing on your skin.

Scribbling verses,
feeling you,
your love never ceases to flow,

through the streams of my mind,
to a place of our own,
where wild violets grow

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The Last Will And Testament Of Senor Turkey

I watched with awe, 

as you came ashore, 

after sailing from far, far away lands, 

You built your towns, on none were frowns,

 with sheer grit, determination, faith and bare hands,

 I figured that one fateful day, 

where we would play and share our future destiny as friends,

 For that fateful chance,

 to laugh and dance, 

where our mutual goals would depend, 

I have my ways, and you have yours, 

on each others strengths we could lend,

 and we could build, and see fulfilled, 

a new World Order for all to comprehend:

 We are so different, in so many ways, 

I didn't think this day would ever come to be, 

That in the end,

 instead of try to befriend ;

 You would treat me just like a piece of meat 

 Gobble! Gobble!

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The Song Of David

Enlighten days have past
He comes excel in all, so he thinks
"I am greater than man,
I know what ignorant man does not.
Come to me for knowledge unsurpassed!".
He points to the blue heaven,
"Where is thy wisdom? For I know all.
Where is thy command? That makes the ground shake
And brings forth water that lives?"

At the great gatherings,
He flocks the shepherds, blind, mute and deaf  
He answers to the multitude of questions
He asked the shepherds, "but what are thy questions?",
“I know not what do ask a man of your wisdom, but what  is a dream?
What is life?” asked the young herdsman.
"I know not what you speak of", said the Man.
"I only know what i can feel, touch and see"

"A dream is dream that passes us by, like gentle breeze of fresh spring.
Life holds all things mystery and doubts.
Shepherd knows to flock, not life or dreams".
"The shepherds are those who are humble, noble one", said the herdsman
"The blind cannot see, the mute cannot speak and the deaf cannot hear".
"Who are you preaching to? Silent and amaze, the man looks on.  

"If the blind could see you, 
They would say, 'look here is the man who tried to humble the blind
For they can see what others cannot,
If the mute could speak, they would humble you!
And if the deaf could hear they would shamed your wisdom".
"Was I a fool?" said the Man "or are you not that young herdsman?
Who knows nothing of life and passes his days tending the sheep's?
What could you learn from such simpleton life?"

"Life I live is simple indeed, 
No one knows that the shepherds are those who protects the weak"
"Nature is a friend of the shepherd; we sing the song of David
And rubs the olive oil to our young sheep, to keep away the flies".
Insulted, the man's fury turns over to the young herdsman
"Nature? Protect the weak? The song of David? Flies?
How can nature befriend a lonely shepherd? Protect who?
Song of David the Shepherd who became the king? 
What flies would harm the young flocks?"

The young herdsman smiled at the frown face of the man,
Left without a word
The blind, the mute and deaf ignored the man.
An unyielding shame kept the man humbled
He wonders why the young herdsman smiled about.
He came about a bridge and crossed the rocky roads
On the hill top he stood 
And saw the young herdsman singing the Song of David.

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My Love For You


Yes, Love is such
       An emotion
What more can I do
   Love is a game
For believers'
Love is always' fresh
And new with You
      Fore each time
That it come's around
I shall share this Love
     With you!

          Poet Author
          Gary Fields

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Just another day

Mornings brilliance
lets the sun spread it’s grin
Slowly warming the beds
awakening the flowers
as they raise their heads
birds chorus dawns delight
melancholic tunes contrite
Nature’s charms begin to stir
Doors slam shut and engines whirr
A shout of ‘Hello’, or ‘Good morning dear’,
Friendly waves and nods of cheer
Then traffic jams and people queue
Paper stands sell the daily news
Off to work the adults go
mums to school with kids in tow
A lovely day is off to start
Fulfilled with joy ‘till sun departs.

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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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All About Her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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My juicy grapes are so ripe, plump and white,
they have soaked up most of the summer's sun...
will they make the tastiest wine?
Sparkling wine for gests' delight...
while I pull the air-tight cork with true might!

Entered in Francine Robert's contest,
" Bottle Of Wine "
June 23, 2001

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To Kahlil Gibran's Flower

I am a kind of word spoken by the voice of nature
I am the element flying gracefully on a green pasture
I am a silent child in Summer and the brave child that Winter has believed
I crown the opening of the golden Spring and a gentle heart that Autumn conceived

I caress the majestic body of the flower as she announce the coming of the light
At nocturnal melodies, I dance with the birds on their lonely flight
The plains are full of the vibrant grace by those lovely flowers
As I embrace the early morning lovers

I cradle the spirit of the one who drinks wine
As he promenades with the swaying leaves of the vine
I am a dulcet entity whispered by a faint death
I am the little joy sang by a saddened health
I am the air breathed by a living man
and a mysterious knight to a crying little one

When the flower look high to never see her shadow
I escape through a broken, dusty window
To uplift her when she will feel me blow

Details | Couplet | |

My Kitty The Dreamer (Crystal)

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day

A king of her domain strength and pose a simple gift of prestige
very few shall ever touch, no other shall come close to her league

With white boots in the moon light slinky and smooth 
a true heart of a gangster with something to prove

A beast of an arrogant notion, a lioness in the midst of the hunt searching for her prey
my clever satin love cunning and pure robed in a coat of armor with accents of grey

A sophisticated strut quite arrogant in her theatrical play
on the move creeping silent nights, lounging in bliss throughout the day 

Written By Rick Parise

Details | ABC | |


From the moment I sleep
to the moment I wake
From the moment of death
to the moment of birth
It wasn't the amount of breaths I took that ment i lived,
it was the amount you took away.
                                                             Death never came on swift feet for me.
                                It came on the wind pushing me off the cliff blowing in my ear,
                                                                      Pushing thoughts in my head
                                             Throwing my emotions stronger than any hurricane

Your sweet voice carried on a soft breeze
It speaks to my heart in rhyme
It can even pick me out of before to now
 and throw me back in time

                                                                 Every moment I see you I gasp.
                                                   Knowing you don't have to put effort in for me 
                                                                  to collapse from your beauty,
                                                   Hoping the next time I do you give me the kiss of life.
                                                                      tell the next breath i tack......

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The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.

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The Easter Bunny

The easter bunny, 
So fluffy and funny.

Bunny's tall ears, 
They don't reveal the years.

Cotton tail, 
Hopping to and fro along the trail.

Nose what a wiggle, 
Makes parents and children giggle.

Gentle and kind,
To each and every mind,

Nature's beauty defined,
So demure and refined.

A vision of chocolate brown,
Hopping up and down.

A distance from the lettuce patch,
Looking for the bunny match.

God's creature great and small,
Simply loved by all.

Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz

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Difficult Trials -Part 2-

Turn the wheel
*******he sea...
Push aside the misery...
The abominable agony...
Endure this hardship...with me
Fight off the tears and let us roam to sea
Don't make it hard for me
To determine the waters

We are the same kind
If you can be so KIND, let me show you your destiny -
To dwell with me in tranquility  

We will try to share our responsibilities...
Take turns and share our possibilities...

How have you been?
Sorry we have shut our ears
To your deafening cries
I'm turning the wheel for you
You're losing still - why are you so blue?

I'll shut out the feeling of anguish

You'll get what you wish

We will start anew
We will start on a fresh start
We will fulfill our dreams and make them come true
We'll brew away the sadness
I'm determined to eliminate
The distress... swallowing us like a tidal wave...
Behave, you wild childlike waters!! Behave!

Don't worry - we'll get rid of
The limited happiness
And make our heart pump with merriness
Don't be a magnet of depression stress

You'll experience a wonderful opportunity 
So you may feel  at one with
Our world full of possibilities
And eliminate those cruel, wretched words
That tore apart our responsibilities...
Our activities... our reveries... our possibilities...
That brought us back together

We'll be hiking
These somewhat difficult hardships together 

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' A Rainbow - Mist ... '

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

… In Sunshine and Sprinklers Going ‘Round ! …

Details | I do not know? | |

Little Billy

They told me you'ld be ravenous
I thought it was a farse
Until you ate my baseball cards
And bit me in the ars

They said you would not like it here 
So far from Sutter's farm
And living in the suburbs 
would only do you harm

They said you need mountain side
At home there you would feel
Until you meet a bobcat
and become a hearty meal

I say you are content right here
Or so it seems to me
I let you in on real cold nights
and all your food is free

They say a goat can be no pet
So why do I pretend
I tell them that you are no pet 
But you have become my friend.

Details | Free verse | |

without witness- for you

Once again we are here
at the edge of the world
me and you
facing each other over the roar of endings

I know who we are
there is no one else 
we are the only ones here

prior to this was so temporary
even when I think of the tanks, full, ready
for the endless choices of skin, texture and refinement

at this point
we together briefly understand our separation

that part of you is within me
and we are only one splitting into two

without witness


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EYE Don't See -Part 3-

My eyes
Witness your departure
My eyes
Are dripping with hopelessness…
My eyes start to blur…
Melancholy put me under pressure…
Is there a cure to my disease? 

You don’t see
The shards of hope that once brought us back together
Just let me search for safety
I’m strong enough to realize that I’m no longer
The weakest prey out there…

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you hear me whimpering like a distraught puppy left on the train tracks?

I’m close to my demise…save me and take me home

Nourish me…and be my beloved friend

Will this friendship last forever?

Hopefully it has no end

Will this cheerful moment help us get along with each other?

Because of you…I feel the need to run 
I keep an eye on you – I worry that you’ll hurt yourself again
Because of you…My freedom is nearly gone
I don’t wanna be caught off guard again
Because of you…EYE can’t picture a solution for our vexing dilemma 
Because of you…eye can’t focus on my long-term goal 

And I’m left in my solitude…
Do you sense that I’m giving in to failure? 
And I’m close to my demise…
Only to find myself disappear…I can’t endure 
The hardships that you place upon me…
Could you boost up my confidence to overcome 
My atrocious anxiety? 

I’m just waiting for some sun
To keep me in good hands…
To strengthen me with perseverance …
I’m just waiting until His son
Leads the world outtah Egypt and reveals to us…
His radiance…His dazzling Kingdom – 
Vibrant with glee

Your undying sympathy dawns upon us
I’m overflowing with indescribable joy  
You’re a candle in the night…
We meet eye to eye…
What a sight…what a precious sight

Details | Couplet | |

Seagull and the Penguin

A sea gull flew over the ocean admiring his reflection every day.
Passing over the shore, he saw penguins at work and careful play.
What an ugly bird they are he suddenly proclaimed.
They can’t fly and still they strut… know they no shame!

One day the gull was swooping down angling for a fish…
When suddenly an orca whale knocked him in the briny brink.
Snapping and churning the orca would soon have his way.
The gull was surely lost, if he could not gain the air to stay.

Moments before the whale pod arrived the penguins chose to assist.
They chose to distract the whale, giving the gull a chance to resist.
The orca didn’t care which meal he had as long as there was one…
He finally beached himself upon the shore, and still he hadn’t won.

At that point the gull realized, the penguins were really seriously cool.
They could certainly fly in the water, if maybe not the air to rule.
Now friends for life… he would scout for them safe passage to their fish.
Indeed, the gull flew away that day a little wiser, knowing he’d been remiss.

Everyone in life is different. He surmised… It’s not a choice they’ve made.
But now he knows each demands respect… in their own separate way.

Details | Ballad | |


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 | 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 | Sonnet | |


Upon your days, tedium has imposed, Dull shades have tinted your point of view, And each woman yearns the hues of a rose, A palette that blossoms solely for you. We, too, were buds once, so tender and small, The world had its thorns, but petals unfurled, A trellis we found, so stable and tall, ‘Til autumn came with its frosty upwhirl. My friend, we both know the strength of one bloom, When clipped to the quick it grows all the more, The charm of your words fills hundreds of rooms, I bestow a bouquet and shout “ENCORE!” ~ Lush Romanticas in rouged ivory ~ Gifted to you for your sweet poetry.
By Cyndi MacMillan, February 7, 2012 P.D., I really enjoyed bumping into you in the chat rooms. Your exuberance is needed here at Soup. Kooky, vibrant, honest and fierce. Yup! That’s you! PS- the Romantica Rose is the French version of the English rose, a ‘hardy’, beautiful rose that comes back again and again… ;-) If you can, click on the about this poem link for a photo of the Romantica.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

Emotional Hole

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

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Difficult Trials -Part 1-

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

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

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

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

Feel free to walk the 
Road of Recovery 


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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 | Light Poetry | |

Feather Beauty Bright

I spy, a feather beauty bright
With speckled blush on breast
Basking within the thicket light
Dancing round about her tiny branch 
Your fluttering sight beholding
Within the snowy briar
Bathing among the warmth
Of the morning's golden glory

Its brilliance your own crown of halo
Like a sunburst that swallows
Up the end of February's sigh 
As other feathers flusters zoom right by

The ginger little fellows all dappled, scramble
A merry-go-round within a flight
Threading joyous song throughout your bramble
As further flocks of scurry, hurry fly

On parade teasing wings of faerie sprites
A musical path of crisscross kites
But, you little one are the daring, bursting forth
With higher operatic songs, to startle and scold those spry

Feather beauty bravely 
Upon your perch chest thrust out boldly
Nonsense rhymes and a new found might
Chase away the imps of finch and thrush
And keep yourself the sunbeams for its light

And bask yourself once more this time
Among the drops of melting dripping snow
And gather up all tis full
Feasting here, where the wild wild berries grow
But, in the end you are their kin 
And soon, my fairy feathered friend you too must go
Out, onto twittering leafy stemmy stem and off...
Into the yonder of the coming spring to rove

Details | Free verse | |

Flow My Tears he said


marooned …

she looked sad
when I stopped her
the action of a theory
almost mad as sure
determination grows
four . identification
a matter of when
we show
unification . politico
perfectus to socio
… it’s the order she knows
a pandora . a where now
of why she goes . she echoes
of bio . psyche . technico
the sixth
a scent undeniable
and undetectable
but for the few

she looked up
and knew
in his eyes
the truth

I’m out of time
genetically modified
to not show 
and I’m rogue

and in stereo
her voice within him
let his mind say go

and she was gone
a para . sight
of entangled song

the names Callisto
she drove on
as he watched her
fade to colors unseen

” it’s where I’ve been “

he could hear her
a new horizon
unknown of when
she’d return


lines of dimension
distort in a form
a storm of disorder
in a Jovian doam
her intention
is to move in time

inspired by
Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said
Philip K Dick
" and I don’t know why "

Details | Couplet | |

Night Thoughts-

I ‘ve had the strange sensation,
thoughts swirling in my head,
Like “Where do fireflies go at dawn?”,
“Where do they go to bed?”

“What do owls dream about,”
,”while sleeping in their tree?”
“Do they dream about their night- flights,
“, and where the mice might be?”

“What fancies do the small bats see, “
“what memories do they keep?”
“I’d like to listen to their thoughts,”
“when they are fast asleep. “

Where might we all travel?
Which places would we be?
If we could know the night -one’s thoughts,
while dreaming in the tree.

Details | Free verse | |


                                   Alaskan Friendship of Winter         
                                               winter brief
                                         my golden moments
                                     vibrate in your darkest hours
                                           as our fingertips
                                entwine, to ride the rollicking
                                        hellbent Bering Straits

Written for my dear Euro friend, Ellie Daphne
V Anderson-Throop 2013

Details | Free verse | |

Teardrops From Bitter Clouds


They told me it was going to be sunny
I decided to go to the beach
Blue beauty…
No, I’m not the same as you can see

I soar off like a distant train
Connected to the tracks
overwhelmed by rain
You weepie...
don’t you know who made sorrow?
Wait…do not scurry
Tearless for tomorrow
because that day will bring forth
Brighter dusks…hidden beneath the surface

Wherever we roam,
I’ll collect the foam
from the attacking waves
Masked with bitterness
led by the wind
Bitter clouds sending rain
I guess I’ll remain
Home alone
And watch a pale moonlight
Shone in my withering curtains
I’m certain
There will be brighter days
in this summer vacation
that’s next in line
where we will dine
forever on a soaring tide

Overcome the clouds…
Let out victory
Let them know
The key to life is positivity
Or treasured love
Beneath the surface
In other words,
You are marvelous…a blue beauty
You are a dolphin against an unfriendly tide
Sending teardrops from bitter clouds
Never meant for harm…
Keep me away from this charm
You send from your silky…
form brushing beside a shipwrecked terrain
Paradise lies in silky clouds
Sending irresistible rain
Sending no doubts
Or heart-breaking reminders
Pouring out acid rain from bitter clouds
Teary skies…how time flies…
Sending drenched-up memories…
Cuddling to the soul
Oh, how time flies
A cruel enemy…how time could be
a loathly fiend
Sending acid rain
From tilted clouds
immediately drains
the hour…unaware of the time

I wish I could fall in your arms
While the bitter clouds alters into charms
Remain positive and fit
Don’t lie in the ocean floor
There is a deep pit…be vigilant
Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
My smile will warm up
The cloudy day…
and send the rain
Under the water
Under the teary sea
is where our destiny will be
the lovely clouds 
will be our shrouds 
it tickles my feet
and your wiggling fins

Stay awhile, will you?
Tearless for tomorrow
If you are made out of
Droplets and charms
In my arms 

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may memories of a dolphin sighting boat ride

Those wooden meant to for all season, Blue painted motored boats beacon, Us to calm green sea waters, To sail on and that’s all that matters. The calm green waters dolphin rides, Deep inside when the tide subsides. Eight pals and two sailors sailed on On a boat with the rent haggled upon. Two and a half miles have gone, Into the waters we sail on, Squealing and giggling in delight, Adrenalin pumped up and over excite. The motor the sailor cuts off, Over and over with a bit of scoff, The dolphins they say swim and are gone By the dull sounds of the motor whirr &drone. Waves they splash frothy sprays On the bodies bathed in hot sunrays, Shrills cries of joy erupt, From us sightseers eight on a glimpse of dolphins seen abrupt. The wet bath suits and sun tans, Some with hand held beer cans, Watch the dolphins frolic in the sea Cavorting in graceful curves both she and he. The sailor maneuvers you to the place Of marine life ,pelagic birds his boat with grace, The sight of these magnificent mammals, Feeding and playing their bodies look coated with enamel. The thrill so great just to watch, These mammals is just top notch This pod of dolphins swim away, We watch through misty sea sprays. Salty breeze seep in our hair, Smiling sun shines on our burnt backs bare, The dull sounds of engine power, The enchanting sounds of rythimic waves in my ears still hover.
By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian)

Details | Rhyme | |


Barely fourteen
and wildly carefree,
I had seen a couple kiss
as roses climbed the dogwood tree...
even clouds made the September' wind hiss;
I curiously stared at them and fantasized as any teen.

Time stopped on trembling lips
as I tenderly kissed that pretty girl 
whose hair was chestnut brown and long,
Kerry was too shy to reciprocate and running she fell;
" I'm hurt! " she yelled waving her tiny hand shining in golden sun rays...
" Don't move! " I hollered and taking a quick look, I wiped the blood off her leg.

" Thank you, " she timidly whispered
and suddenly hugged me, giving me a quick kiss as an intimidated fool,
" Let me help you get home safely, you need some band aid
 to stop the bleeding...tomorrow you should be able to go to school. "
I assured her with a touch of tenderness that she felt through her skin 
full of sand, " Help me up,  I can walk ", she said as a tear appeared on her chin. 

Only once time stopped on trembling lips,
often I had wished it would have happened again in the same place,
but no kiss was ever that sweet to inflame two so young and innocent;
and more than love, it was an affection that lasted through our memorable youth.
Kerry got ill and died years later, I've visited her grave today and left on it a last kiss;
can I wail and curse fate for having separated us by the unmerciful hand of death?   

Details | Rubaiyat | |

For the Love of Winter

And I can smell the windswept pine
Warmly holding hands, yours in mine
We move against the coming night
Our aching bodies drawing the line

Through the snow we lightly play
Laughing madly, in love we stay
Back to our cabin of logs and love
As the sun dwindles to a single ray

Bathed in firelight, glistened in sweat
We roll and writhe and love and yet
We two stripped and licked by flame
Fuelled by amore and desirous inset

These presents we give each our hearts
Bound together we lay upon fiery hearth
As winters coat enwraps this self bounty
We shall never be alone or torn apart

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You Make me feel like a Sunset

You make me feel like a 
Summer's sunset on a beach:
Watching the bight rays stretch
Out across the waves,
Saying one last golden goodbye to the world 
Before it goes to sleep; allowing 
The stars and moon to take its place in the 
Evening sky, as they sparkle across
The water like thousands of dancing snowflakes.

Details | Free verse | |


we sit on a suspended rotten tree trunk hammock 
he tells me his worldly visions
and I silently watch as he the maestro
of his marvelous ideas that twist and contort like
verbal ballerinas
keeping in time to the rythym of his rapid delight of his words
spilling around like a greek fountain, and it is beautiful
The world will become drunk from the passion of his lips
and his mind works like a metradome patiently moving forward
he speaks of prophets
but what is a prophet other than an inspired man to bring forth inspiration
and a positive new direction to the waywardly blindfolded populations
Brainwashed from misinformation
I am awestruck in this moment, because here, where the river flows it's life saliva
and the fallen leaves float effortlessly to the ground
I realize that this is a moment, where a person has found peace within themselves.

Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,

streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,

the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,

lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,

now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,

echo the countless tears that I have shed.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,

yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


and it is I who is not worthy,



You were always true,

it was I who always,


refused to,

to give myself,

completely to you.

Details | Free verse | |

Our Divine Haven

This town was the place we used to call our haven 
You don’t remember which road we’ve driven on 
The stars were shining against your cherished soul 
You’re a part of my belongings 
You’re ascending above the ground 
The peace is still like hidden treasure – it’s bound to be found

I believe in you…I put my faith in you
After the miracles you’ve performed 
You don’t agree with what you truly are 
The sky is grieving 
You jump from puddle to puddle
You’re struggling to meet your destiny  
Even if your body is saturated in sweat
You must keep your head above the sea

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
I could tell you've been stressing out 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me  

Each melody is an exquisite sound that bounces into our ears
Commotion and strife will cease and your heart will be free
We’ll flee  together…despite the unwholesome weather 
The voyage has just begun…hold my hand and we’ll rise like the sun
Trust me…we will be strengthened and well-equipped before we take that road of victory  

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You’d rather be drifting away and never be seen again 
I wanna change your mind and erase your frown
Take your mind off of the distressful past
Let loose your strain on me  

Hey! I know you’re stronger than you realize
You’re not a failure – don’t be disheartened  
Don’t worry…you and I will earn our future prize 
This mess will clear up in a moment
Just stay by my side and never depart 
From the light… I promise that we’ll endure till the end
Just stay nearby and our hope won’t tear apart
We are willing to do anything to attain our wishes and delight  
Let’s take action and snatch our glory before our time is up 

Follow me and I’ll lead you to divine haven 
Forgive the past that embraces you with remorse and think upon our jubilant future
It’s tempting to just give up and turn around 
You've been trying to keep a steady pace 
But rest your head on my shoulders and let loose your strain on me

Let loose your stress on me…
Don’t be under pressure
Let me handle your anxiety…
Reach towards our divine haven
Do you need a helping hand? 

I wish you a carefree 

Details | Free verse | |

Scent Of A Korean Tea

See this not as a flattery
Thou, we both know that 
We met, only, yesterday
But truth is I am missing 
You, every night and day

You and only you
I think of no other, as
I spell out 
These words of mine 
My arts, from the heart

You told me 
To gaze the stars
Whilst I begged you 
To ask the birds
How to fly

I remember that night
It’s something, I’ll not forget
The scent of a Korean tea
Brewed, delicately, with love
To sanctify me

It was already two a. m. when I 
Walked home, from your place
Guided by the sleepy moon 
I found out, we passionately speak
Nature’s own language

Details | Narrative | |

Limitless Lust

Introduction: Limit itself has a limit of its own…

A walk, mile after mile
In quest for my lost soul,
I had forgotten how to smile
Everything felt out of control,
I fought too hard to be worthwhile
By that I got lost in my life’s hole

The regrets for mistakes I’ve made
It took me off the edge, way too far away;
Yet I tried again so hard to get off from that shade
But got caught up in my brutal fray,
The same song keeps playing with such a vicious rage,
I find myself down to my knees, nowhere to go - So I pray

A prayer to leave the worst and move onto more,
Come off this fantasy and onto reality, to be -
Closer to something I’ve been fighting for
The touch of the light cutting through the night, it rains down upon me
As I overcome the grief and believe, recovery lies ashore,
Only three steps remain, to be fixed and free.

A lesson of value I earned from my faults -
Never push yourself off the edge,
You’ll lose the only key to the vault
A life you never had to live – It too could forever be lost,
So stay confined within the limits of the limit
As it seems - Your control over lust, only can make you complete.

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 | Free verse | |

Sliding Down

I’m hoping for my dreams to become a reality
I’m hoping for a phase of gratitude
I’m rejecting my hopeless fate
I’m accepting your side of the story…but don’t intrude 

Unexpectedly, I believe in love in first sight
I grab the rope for extra support
It burns like a vertical line of fire
I’m unable to climb, but I seem too far from my desire 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down… 

I cherish you like my own belongings
I designed you on my bedroom wall
I have you displayed deep in my heart
Believe me – you’ll never split it apart 

Every day I long for your touch – you changed my life around
My heart is blazing like the zealous sun…I prize my freedom and progress
The world is spinning endlessly as I kneel upon my knees 
And I imagine the memories we share with each other 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

When I reflect upon the joyous times,
My heart never fails
To pound vigorously for you
I’m sliding down 
I’m looking forward to spending the rest of my life with you 

I see the light in your eyes
I don’t see an insidious nature in you…
I wish I hadn't believed in the lies
I never felt like a hopeless victim until I gave in to the darkness 

I’m sliding down the rope, hanging from heaven 
They’re distraught by my absence
They’re cheering for me from down below
I’m sliding down…

I’m glad I've met you in the first place
We’re a perfect match – 
Don’t deny it…you made me feel handsome
We’re on the road of victory
We’re making great progress
We’re hanging on the edge,
But we were rescued 
From sliding down…

At least we’re kept ourselves alive……

Details | Free verse | |

To the Weary Traveler

If ever you should find yourself
Lost upon the craggy, mud-strewn trail
Matchless, mapless, 
The cloak of sky above you lacking a button of moon
And leaking through, 
Sack nibbled to the crumbs
And drink drained dry--

If ever nature-nipped feet
Deem you mishap your way to me,
Mistake me never for your guide. 
I am just as damned, just as far astray. 
But equally so hapless or no, 
I will pat the empty space beside me
And pour half of my canteen into your cup, and
Offer up what's left of  the stew
And if you help carry the wood,
I've got some sticks to rub to keep us warm.

We can pass the nights in tent, 
Time by swapping stories, every tale another
Skin we shed. 
And as we make our way,
I'll be the arm that pulls you to your footing
When the pathway gets too steep
And lend my chewed-through blue umbrella
To ease the onslaught when it pours. 
And if the path we know is set in stone 
To walk the road unpaved, 
I'd take it stride for stride with you
Over the macadamized

Any day;

For what it's worth.

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Untitled #307 / It's mid-October

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

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Hot Oil In China

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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

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 “

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They float rather than fly with their kite-tailed long wings,
watch them descending on tulips, blueberries and lilacs: 
these butterflies are yellow-green striped and love pawpaw trees;
imagine Nature without their fluttering sounds and stunning colors!    

The zebra swallowtail butterflies work too hard as they constantly move,
sipping the sweet nectar found on flowers and trees, but not on clove!
Oh, they are as delicate as petals...ever wondered where they came from?
Their life span is brief and before winter arrives, they'll be gone and won't roam.

Plant more shrubs and fragrant flowers and your garden will be
visited by them on cool and warm afternoons so scented and dandy,
and they will leave as the shadowy evening brings on many lady-bugs
to replace those lovely zebra swallowtails with their constant glows.

Yesterday around noon, a zebra swallowtail butterfly fell into my open hand,
I tried to console with my human touch...she was badly hurt;
her wings were broken and she could hardly crawl or look...
perhaps she wanted me to keep her and remember her after she was dead.

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Brand New Day

Introduction: Some days you feel alive, some days you don''s the elegance of life which many face in the days of existence. Through our own fray whatever it may be, we look out for a brand new way towards the light. We wander, more or less as a rabbit looking for its new home; crawling in and out within this baffled world to find serenity - To find a brand new day filled with everlasting aurora of peace and contentment.

Sometimes the sky is blue, sometimes it looks so white
Sometimes the truth hurts too, sometimes it's blinding bright
Sometimes this life feels short, sometimes it seems so long
Sometimes we go abroad, and at times we feel belonged

Sometimes we want to heal, sometimes we just let go
Sometimes we feel so real, sometimes we feel hollow
Sometimes we don't forgive, sometimes we don’t forget
Sometimes we feel captive, and at times we do regret

Sometimes we sure wonder and pray to leave things back
Sometimes we surrender and we get back in track
Sometimes we learn to deem the truth from the lies
Sometimes we feel the change and start a whole new life

One day we see one light that brings in so much hope
It shows one true love, in a whole new view
That day may be today, reading this here and now
These words aren't just to rhyme, but to put a vivid smile

A smile which won't leave off today
As we all know it's a brand new day.

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Comforting words
Smooth, quiet tones
complete confidence 

Long nights spent reasoning
In total understanding
Twin thoughts 
twin minds
twin miseries
and twin fates

Now it’s so quiet
Too quiet
Complete and utter silence....
Oh my God, 
What happened to the good old days
When we both made sense?!

Lost in blurry dreams of childhood
Colorful, wonderful, windy days
Subconscious cradled memories 
of the times when we 
were eachother’s only friends

Only you, 
	the sky
		the earth
			and me...

				No betrayal

			No lies
		No fire

	No hate

No regrets.

I think I can understand 
why you won’t face me
But your sudden silence
is so confusing

Did you ever know me well enough
to know my affection for ultimate honesty?
If you wanted me to go away
why didn’t you just say something? 

Only this emptiness is left
Inconsolable grief...
For what never again can be 

No warning
No parting words
No ceremony

You went and had the funeral 
for our friendship
but did not invite me

From the start
I thought these ways would always be
But in the end,
All I wanted, my friend 
was to say 

I can’t trust anyone

All alone again
shame on me

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Another Scene

A black small bird
With her head held high
And long ‘V’- shaped tail,
Balancing on a grazing cow;
The solitary one
Leisurely mowing on
Upon a field of tiny
Green gleaming grass.
They are mutually proud
And delighted at realizing
Unconditional obligations of 
Nature’s unwritten decree!
Man with the best of contracts
Often gets humiliatingly snared.

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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.

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Drug of Delight --My Beloved Wish--

You are like my mesmerizing lullaby
You soothe my body…warming me like blankets
You make me die all the time when you prepare to fly
You are making me daydream without ruthless regrets
Your powers are amazing! You can even teach me to fight
With Your thundering might,
You melt away my impassive heart…
Like a candle, scorching with fright
You are like the merry midnight sky
But our merriness broke loose when you waved bye-bye to our friendship
You make me cry in high spirits time and time again…when I receive your reply!
You are inspiring me to take wing like an eagle, but I lost my grip
My emotions are roaming freely…someday I’ll reach to heaven’s height
With your mind-blowing sight,
You shun out the anxiety brewing in my tender heart
Like a dandy candle…a wish that won’t depart

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Rain, The Story

in the midst of a lush meadow
there stands an impressive sight
a slip of a girl on a giant white horse
poised on the verge of flight

poetic in their beauty
they begin to move
and they appear as one
from head to back to hoove

you can see the giant beast
respond to invisible cues
as he begins to accelerate
to a place just out of view

you begin to sense the urgency
as the pair picks up speed
and you watch the desperation
as she pushes the giant steed

faster, just a lil faster
and it will be all right
all the sorrow of reality
is lost in the midst of flight

just a little harder
we're almost at the end
and the beast gives her everything
on him she can depend

the vision on that meadow
is enough to make a soul ache
watching a free spirit
and her horse make their escape

gradually they slow
his coat glistening in the sun
she leans in and hugs him
and thanks him for the run

looking into his deep brown eyes
she whispers her gratitude
stroking his white mane
they begin to walk on cue

slowly they walk the meadow
as desperation evaporates
leaving bewitched bystanders
in awe at the look upon her face

the frantic pace lost
by the run upon her beast
sorrow left in their dust
upon his back she finds her peace

they stop again and she strokes him
with all her aching heart
and knows he's her freedom
protecting her from the start

he nuzzles her soft cheek
as if he understands
and wants her to know
he's home beneath those hands

swiftly as she mounts him
agile and with grace
they begin to walk the meadow 
looks of peace upon their faces

as they reach the meadows edge
they begin to fade from sight
the girl on her magnificent white steed
disappearing in the night

written by: Lori Thomson
contest: Rain, The Story

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Have You Met Your End

I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end... 
to drift into the river's bend...

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my end...unwind...unwind...and it makes me blind...
The tears that are clogging up my eyes
They’re feeding me lies…and the thoughts whisper cries
I'm treasure...never to be found
Decaying in the ground
I'm sorry...I'd never
Mention suicide again to you...
Don't be blue...though you get the clue

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see my past…unwind…unwind…now, I’m blind 
But I see it in my mind’s eye

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
Live or die…
Live or die…
But I’ll try…
To live and make you feel happy
‘Cause I, alone, am feeling needy…

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I’m ready to meet my end…
The waters brew…and my fate blends
In with the gloomy, despairing river's blissful waves
The sky swarms above me…I want to see you
Again…but you’ve met your end

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…

I STAYED strong…Where do you belong?
Your life ended like a shimmering star
You ended your tune of delight…I can’t hear your song
Repeat it again and again in my ears…
You left me with an everlasting scar

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die…
I want to die…just let me fly
And reach to heaven’s height
But, I’d feel guilt and contrite 

I'm not scared (of your absence)... 
people start to stare...(and I feel dense)
people don’t seem to care (I can’t bear)
If I live or die…(the thought of you, I won’t deny…I’m just trying to play fair)

In my heart…
You broke it apart…
It breaks my heart
To see you die and depart

From His light

Have you met your end
Around or near the river's bend? 

Your heart breaks instead of bends
You still have some errands

To run...
You have the ability to run...
Just run...
And don't run off somewhere far away...or I'll consider you officially "gone" 
But, first: get your duties done

And then...we can welcome the sun 
Don't shoot yourself with a gun...
Put it down and run

WITH ME! *smile* 

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The Air

Sweet scents Fill my empty lungs I can hardly relent From singing the unsung Is as before These places I adore But the breath will be my death If my heart keeps racing And I keep embracing The sweet spring air The air I breathe now Is the air we shared then How Can I get back what's already been? Words trace down my throat Bittersweet after taste Gently afloat But becoming a waste It is the same here It is the same there But the sun is not here And the wind is not there Only clear blue tears And the silent dare The air I breathe now Is the air we shared then But please how Can I get back what's already been?

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Friendly Love

There are a lot of things to say
Why do I feel so alive when you're around?
There’s so much to do today
But how do I get rid of the clouds – shadowy and gray
We're lying on the ground...
Looking at the stars overhead... 

You are my beloved friend – 
Our love won’t break or bend
I’ll love you until the very end…
I’ll love you endlessly…our happiness blends
Like coffee and cream– yum! 
I know…these rhymes are quite dumb…aren’t they? 

Our light will shine and burn out the night 
Maybe there’s a star in the sky that scorches with love 

You are my superb friend – 
Our love won’t wear off or wither away
I’ll love you until the day I die
I’ll love you every day…our delight will be
As sweet as pie – how appealing 
I know…these words are overused…aren’t they? 

Our flight will be as dazzling as the elegant eagle 
Trained to ascend for more than half his life – or we’ll be like the seagull!! 
We could fly there and catch it someday
Fly……with me! Shoot the bull’s eye!
Our love will never die…so don’t say otherwise
Or I’ll sink in dismay

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Entering the atmosphere

with no remorse he touched my shoulder as i collapse within seconds ..i tumble down a goal set..after i reached the point of no return even now when my core crumbles into a thousand pieces nothing more for me to do .. see how i loose weight and to be set on fire ...with the impact left behind in history .. i now return meteorite entering the atmosphere at the speed my heart goes everytime i see you again

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

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As I walk through the city
in the dead of winter,

(on the way home she is giddy
for the world has taken her)

The ice and the snow and the sleet and the hail
cling to my skin, but I cannot care.

(all that you see is an angel of ice,
her hair covered in snow, you try rolling the dice)

A boy walks towards me, but I barely see.
He starts to talk, I just take out my key.

(She offers a piece of lavender sweet,
then she turns away going on down the street)

He may not understand the gift that I've given him.
I don't know why, it's not worth light is so dim.

(As the snow swirls around her you hear a small sound,
you blink and she's gone, never to be found)

I left him my heart and my soul, so frozen,
now I will return when the earth is golden.
The winter of my life will someday end,
but until that happens, I do have a friend.

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I Live for the Chorus

Seasons come
Seasons go
Some prefer to stay numb
Some prefer nights that stay aglow

Not me
I like to be
The one who breathes
The tears
And cries the air we fear
I live for the chorus

I'm the one 
Whose laugh runs
Through stillness
And breaks the stiffness

I wish to be surrounded
By ones who turn black to red
Our laughter mingles
Senses tingle

Our voices join
You and me
In harmonious glee
Raucous as the sea
We live for the chorus

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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.

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Lone Feather

A circular path
Among the wood tells a tale
Of a lone feather

As plain as the day,
But new as another morn.
You were visited...

As the eyes of God
Flew about in search of you
To show Himself strong,

They lit in the road.
Transformed into day angels,
They fluttered away.

A feather was found
By a friend to let you know
His Spirit was there.

Dedicated to a Native American Friend

Details | I do not know? | |

Dear God... Clarification 1

Love is...
A Heal.thy gift… and it’s good for you too ;)

Details | I do not know? | |

ET Stretch...

Good of the morning darling.
The wrath of Can has come.
Turning eyes right back to One.
I see focus burning the bush
Small scars on the planet
Creating boils in the blood.
Outrage to create pressure
Buy heaven’s gate to measure
Are you ready to stand?
Life giving water comes to sand.
it buries your well…understand?
Oceans reclaim their right to land
What spoils the earth, so spoils the hand.

Targeting senses are on….
Brane waves on the horizon
” better come out…
we know where you are…”
They’re not far…

Stretch of the mind is around
gods great pleasure of sound.

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 | Haiku | |

Nameless the Third

Shimmering city
below me; stars above me;
and you beside me

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The wind it blew with rage Its ferocity knew no end Uprooting trees and throwing them about Causing even the strongest ones to bend Yet in the midst of catastrophe A tiny seedling stood Shielded by a rock nearby That provided it a sheltering hood The rock it did its utmost best To keep the youngling free from hurt It stood this way for a few months While the seedling grew in height and girth Now along with the plant grew a wild weed Which looked fairly beautiful But underneath the false façade Lay thorns that were meant to kill It took the support of the youngling And twined around it as it grew Slowly but steadily it was killing the plant Yet so cleverly that no other plant knew But then there was one who was watching The rock it knew what to do It prayed to the heavens and the earth To help split itself into two And so the clouds sent bolts of lightning Which struck the lowly rock The earth it shook and quaked that night And centered its fury on that spot When at last the painful deed was done The rock mustered up all its strength And with tears of sand and smaller stones It heaved and shook till one half of it fell And that half fell upon the evil weed Pulling it away from the young plant As it watched the weed release the youngling The rock smiled and breathed its last With one half it had crushed the weed And kept the youngling from being killed While the other half remained standing Still shielding the plant from the wind

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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! 

Details | Epic | |


Friend you must have been heaven sent an angel to those in need, a soul so 
golden a heart so cool as a fresh November breeze, you call it like you see it just 
like a real true friend you have a natural love for animals and your fellow human 
being, a beautiful brilliant glow that can warm the coldest skin a soft and tender 
voice that invites a soul right in. Your open door polices of handing out your love 
causes a problem to unsuspecting tugs, you are blessed with the gift of putting 
hearts at ease and it’s hard to ignore your sweet November breeze.

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Abide in the Light

You abide in the light
I’ll miss you…when you venture off at night 
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t leave me…   

Forgive me for drifting away from you… 

Please forgive me…
Please don’t ignore me…
Hear my pleas…don’t turn the other direction…
Run with me…into heaven’s light

I’ve given you my soul…
I’ve shared with you my melody
I’ve fed you until you were full…
I’ve healed you when you were under the weather…
I’ve tried to bring us back together

You hang on the rope of hope
I’ll rely on you…I’ll cling to you… 
You saved me from subsiding into the obscure abyss

Don’t reject me…
Don’t depart from me…
Don’t release me…

Respect me for who I’ve become
Please respect me…
Honor my presence 
Protect me from any sort of harm  
Is it in your nature to relieve my anguish? 

I’ve been driven away by my affliction 
I’ve set you free from Egypt…and lead you to the Promise Land 
Have you forgotten my affection? 
I’ve tried to empathize what you’re going through – I’ve gave you a helping hand
Don’t you understand? Will you ever understand? 

You abide in the light 
I’ll miss you…when you depart from my heart
Don’t forget me…
Don’t discard me…
Don’t mourn for me… 

Forgive me for wishing for your absence…
Please forgive me…
Please don’t give up on me…
Hear my side of the story… don’t turn the other direction…

I’m still training for perfection    

Run with me…until we arrive at home 
Hold my hand and we’ll take divine flight 
I’ve cherished you for so long
I’ve lead you to my home town – 
Do you remember where you and I belong?

I’ve given you my trust…
I’ve shared with you my dreams
You’re an apple to my eye

You were my angel of grace, promising concord –
Bestowing blessings upon me 
Your vitality never wears off…

You were my lamp – 
Glowing with serenity and elation
Tranquilizing my mind from despair and unease

I’ll never regret…meeting you that magnificent night 
I knew that that was love at first sight
The moment you stepped foot into the light 

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Snow Play

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

Details | Free verse | |

Berry Good Neighbours

The blackberry, elderberry and strawberry congregated for a meeting
The blackberry had a thorny issue
The elderberry looked down on them
The strawberry had low self esteem
This is our lot, sharing this plot
The strawberry said with a low voice
But the blackberry wanted to hedge his bets
And the elderberry rose to the occasion
Subterranean subversive shoots
Emerged between the elderberry’s roots
Lancing the soil with spiked spears
And the strawberry sent out runners
To spread the word and warn the others
Whilst the white heads of the elderberry
Filled with aphids – customers in a restaurant
But they were surprised to find themselves on the menu
as the larvae of the lady bugs were the waitrons
and in the shade of the elderberry
the strawberry bloomed 
and lay down its products to market
within the picket fence 
of the security estate 
built by the blackberry

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days of benign stealth
lawns, gardens, orchards drink to my health
the road's been unkind
well it's gone, it's flowed on behind

let me recline in this boon
mellow noon
the bell might ring
spiteful and soon

days of serene sloth
cirri bind the sky in strips of clean cloth
and they barely support its weight of light
and i circle my core like a moth

tell me whose darned flitting hand
lit this little burner just below my head
that it moves higher up with each sandbag shed
and i never knew how far my land spread

now i long for something to make
now i ache for something to wield
earthbound and sunbaked
like a worker in the field

Details | I do not know? | |

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg

Saturday Rain in Johannesburg…

…With sighs of torrential passion,
the heavens shower teardrops,

weeping with me,
as memories of you come cascading back,

skin on skin, ablaze,
moist kisses, fiery,
gentle whispers of undying love, murmured,

in another life, another time,

far removed from my present, a desolate state of despair,
wallowing in the grime.


The rain keeps falling,
each teardrop stinging my face,

tasting the salt on my lips,

I wonder, do you still remember the caresses of my fingertips,

between breathy confessions, and vows of eternal love,

before you left me, stranded on an island of solitude,

wounded as a wingless dove,

bereft of life,
stripped of all traces of fortitude

Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Climb A Tree

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

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

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

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

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

Sitting way up high,
Close to the sky.

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

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

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

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

Details | Free verse | |



April’s peculiarity
With its choir of breezy voices
Telling what has been
Is now
Will be

That which has been hidden
Emerging like a hand
Spreading color
Freshness over the land

New life
This upward thrust of nature’s will
Her promise of abundance fulfilled

Details | Quintain (English) | |


When the chilly weather arrives to northern zones: 
feel its frigidity slowly enter the tiny pores of your skin,
and penetrate your unprepared and shivering bones...
snow may be coming soon, even before the jolly Christmastime;
and if snowflakes is what you crave, hear those silver bells chime.

If I were a kid, on a snowboard I would ride
to feel the thrill of magical winter everywhere...
have you noticed how peaceful it is outside?
I lean on the windowsill to stare at the monotonous, white sky... 
underneath it, all trees are covered with snow so fluffy and dry. 

It would be nice to hear the warbling of a timid canary,
to melt away some of the boredom in this afternoon,
because no joyful words can be written without harmony...
not even a painter would feel inspired as in other seasons,
unless restlessness forces him to paint snowy sceneries. 

I should brave the cold and take a brief walk,
making the first footprints in the soft snow...
greeting folks I often meet by the oldest oak;
and conversing with them on the same park bench, I can reminisce past winters...
and as our loud laughter echoes through the solitary pine groves, daylight dimmers.  

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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

Details | Free verse | |

Frisky Dandy Lion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The sweetheart you were

You broke my heart
You made my world fall apart
You made me cry
You made me realize truly
That when all is said and done
Grief is the price we pay for love
I tried to make things right
A million words could not bring you back
Neither could a million tears
Wanting you is hard to forget
Loving you is hard to regret
Because it was a lesson
Sometimes memories are worth the pain
Sometimes I just have to hold my head high up, blink away the tears 
And pretend that everything is alright
Am afraid to care too much
For fear that history would repeat itself
You never cared at all did you?
Exactly one year and three months down the line
I made a choice to finally let go
Coz time is passing out fast
I got to move on too
I cried tonight sweetheart
Not because I miss you
Or I even wanted you
But because I realized
That I’m going to be alright without you

Details | Free verse | |

Anemones and shells my childhood

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

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

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

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

Details | Limerick | |

I Fell In Love

I fell in love; my heart goes thump, thump.
You, dear one, a beautiful tree stump.
Creases that shine so clear.
Your presence, calls me near.
Say you love me, while I have this bump.

My heart craves in desire, for your rings.
Fire burns inside, as the minstrel sings.
Your caress sometimes rough,
I am your man; I am tough.
Say you will be mine, please, my lust springs.

My darling, thus true, you are my stump.
Adore resting on you, on my rump.
I ache for answer, soon.
Before the budding moon,
My sweet love, do not make me a chump.

Details | Quatrain | |

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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The Elements

One day Water said to Earth
“I ruled long before your birth,
I was here first, I hold the key,
Bow down to my seniority”
Earth replied to water with a laugh
“I paved my own path!
You may have been here first, it’s true,
But in the end my might bested you.”
The oceans swelled and roared
And the skies, they violently poured
As Water threatened to once again drown
So then Air jumped in with a frown
“Must you two always bicker?
This fuss will cause Fire to stir,
We all know what a bother he will be,
So please agree to disagree, peacefully!”
But the intervention came much too late
As Fire awoke with a blazing shake
“Who was here first, that’s no victory,
Not when there is a force as great as me!”
Fire began to swell with pride
Until Water doused him in her tide
Earth laughed with a great big rumble 
Filling Water with rocky crumble
Water replied with a great big wave
Leaving Earth’s garden naught but a grave
“My flowers! You have drown them all!
With that Earth shook down a great waterfall.
Water cried out, for she was undeniably vain
Without it she felt quite plain
Fire, still upset over the blow to his pride
Joined up and took Earth’s side
The three began to unleash their wrath 
Destroying much in their explosive path
Until Air decided that she had had enough
And she blew with one mighty puff
To pieces the Earth fell with a bash
And Water flew back with a crash
Fire shrunk into a tiny light
And Air took advantage from the break in the fight
“Why must you always try to be superior?
When we got along, things were merrier.
We work so much better 
When we work together!
Earth, you and Water pave the way
So the creatures of the world can live every day!
And Fire, you are needed just as much
Life would perish without your warm touch.”
Water ran smooth, feeling foolish
Such destruction was never her wish
Earth grew still similarly,
“I am so sorry,” said he.
Even Fire seemed to feel some shame
As he all but extinguished his flame
The elements worked together once more
Another quarrel added to the stories of lore

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The Rose's lover

Once upon a time, far upon a distant land,
Was a field so beautiful, it would take your breath away.
For, for acres and acres out tulips fanned.
A beautiful reflection of the sun's bright yellow.
But in the midst of the baskets of the sun,
A tiny red bud popped its head,
It grew unnoticed, seen by none.
But as she blossomed, things started to turn around.
For among the yellow tulips, the rose was a novelty,
A sight that every passer-by would stop to acknowledge,
To appreciate the possibility, the rose's color, her beauty.
And the tulips' monotonous color only enhanced hers.
But even as she was constantly valued and admired,
Even as the whole world seemed to love her,
The only thing that her heart truly desired,
Was the soft caress of the dew drops from heaven.
Because you see, under the tulips so towering,
The little rose only had a small window to the skies.
She only watched as the tulips danced in the rain glowing.
Her heart ached for when a tiny drop would fall upon her too.
Among her many admirers, one started to visit frequently,
A young man, lean and handsome was enchanted by her.
He would gaze at her and at times stroke her gently,
For he was enraptured by her beauty and fragility.
He would sing songs, write poems about her,
And soon the tulips cleared a path for him,
From the edge of the field to his pearl.
But soon the rose was nearing her end.
She knew it and despaired, for she never lived her dream,
Even as she revelled in her admirer's love and affection,
She would never get that chance, it did seem,
For she was losing her petals one by one.
The last day arrived and she held onto her last.
He was there by her side looking melancholy,
Remembering her vibrant days, visualising the contrast.
Afraid to touch her, he sat by her side.
He couldn't help it as a tear slipped out,
But the little drop landed straight on her only petal,
Her heart lifted and her soul soared, for she had no doubt,
That the dew hugging her was more special than any from the sky.
In that fleeting moment she felt truly at peace,
She had realized the true meaning of love,
And so the last petal she did release,
To move onto her eternal ever after.
- Miliya Parveen

Details | Lyric | |

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 :)!

Details | Free verse | |

Imagine A World

Imagine a world
Imagine a world with Equality and Respect
Imagine a world with no drugs
Imagine a world with no war
Imagine a world with no enemies
Imagine a world where everything is happy
Imagine a world where school was not a prison
Imagine a world with no struggles like money
Imagine a world with no name calling and put downs
Imagine a world with no disease
Imagine a world with no pointless death
Imagine a world with no environmental despair
Imagine a world with no cyberbullying
Imagine a world with no crime
Imagine a world with no homeless people
Imagine a world with no miscarriage
Imagine a world with no divorces and breakups
Imagine a world with no hypocrisy
Imagine a world with no racism
Imagine a world we can call our own

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snip snip

 UNSUPPORTED CODE Take the threads of my being.
weave them
wind them around and
entwine love in those knots
then snip snip
seize them apart
before the poison seeps in 
before the time takes away
what is sweet and what is mine UNSUPPORTED CODE 

Details | Narrative | |

Hurt and You Could Have it All

upstairs in my room
i put my ear to the floor
only to hear my parents screaming
the argument is about me
my mom yells "look at what your son has become!"
Heartless, unintelligent, fake...
my father replies back
"hes your son, hes your own pile of dirt!"
whenever my family is out together
we act happy like these fights never happen
but every night they do and i cant tell anyone
i have to act like someone else in order not to get introuble
What have i become?...hurt..dishonest..will this feeling dissapear?
I will drag you down and i will make you hurt..
I lift my head from the floor
still hearing the angry voices of my parents
i found an old needle, and i dug it into my skin
the next morning i go downstairs
with a cut off shirt on, and baseball shorts
My father grabs my arm
"what is this boy?"
i yank my hand away from him and i sit down on a chair
"its nothing sir"
my father repeats "are you cutting yourself?, why?"
i grab my bookbag and i disapear out the door
My father runs outside pulling me to the ground
"are you cutting yourself boy?!" he screams
i say "no sir i just scrapped my arm on my dresser"
My father grabs my face
"you better not cut yourself again" he replies
He hits my face, as i lay on the ground.
I didnt wake up until i felt something wet drip on my face
it was raining and dark outside
i run into the house and into the bathroom
looking into the mirror i see the bruise that was left on my face
My father wasnt home and my mother went to bed
"everything goes away in the end right, if i let him have it all, my moms pile of dirt?"
I sit upon my liars chair full of broken memories i cannot repair 
I become someone else, but the old me is still right there
if i could start again a million miles away i would keep myself
i will find my way

Details | Free verse | |

Faith Healer

The odor is intolerable
Like a foul beast clinging to the end 
I can barely subdue its subterfuge 
But here I am, 
I’m standing here of sound and mind
Waiting for the time that answers my own questions

Can it race with the fires of Orc?
Doubtful, but it can jog steadily can’t it?
The weather is awful, filled with sounds
Penetrating a document not written
It pains me to fight through the night
Not because it’s dark, but because I am just a shadow.

Lester drives but
Motional lasts forever
Still driving
Still crying
And slowly dying as time waves on
Like oceans that can’t be seen.

Nobody cares and everyone listens
Ironic, like a bible that holds lies and deception
Can its will be pierced?
Can freedom stay free?
Is it worth it to stay hooked when everyone around
Seeks liberty?

Details | Rhyme | |


They were given to me,
to use abundantly and wisely...
when I smell the spring roses
redder than blood, or whiter than snow:
everyone should see how I these eyes glow
while their fragrance becomes my indulgence.

These are the gifts for all to enjoy,
how can one not appreciate them as I do?
And whenever they inspire, I indite their beauty
so inexpressible and unable to subdue
with lovely glances that induce a feeling of awe and delight...
have you ever felt this by walking past gardens before twilight? 

Touch them as curiosity makes you ponder and surrender,
see unhappy larks fly skyward to seek a new adventure,
follow them and wish you had their swift wings...
to find those places only imagined in night dreams;
much more you can have by using every sense,
waste none of them...value them and show reverence.  

Even when they are cut from their thorny stems,
and will be offered to sweethearts and friends who show loyalty...
how beautiful they will be in those caring hands!
Pick some of them: smell their aroma...isn't it as strong as it can be?
I've walked with you down a path from Spring to Fall,
showing you how to revive your senses and be glad to have them all.

Details | Rhyme | |

My Bumble Bee Friend

Sitting on the green grass
A cute little bumble bee
Approached my spot
Sat and began spying me

I kept his gaze
We were eye to eye
or is it eye to eyes?
Either way, this contest we did try

Not One movement
This starring game
Even though we know
It quite lame

No buzzing around
Not a single shake
But i sat in the grass
While he sat on a stake

But in this moment
That we did stare
A new feeling came
I began to care

This little bumble bee
Did catch my heart
But as i went to hold him
He left, he dart

As my heart dropped
The love i did lack
Came whizzing by
He did come back

Landing on a flower
I did dare to hold
This cute bumble bee
So fuzzy and bold

And when my hand reached
To catch the bumble be stud
He stayed in my hands
My new bumble bee bud

Details | Free verse | |



SOUP (*FAM..*)

CARMA 06-19-12


Details | Free verse | |

Peace in My Soul

This Slate is Wiped Clean
A New Beginning is Here
My Spirit is ready for some days of Cheer
We are back to Our walks
The Wind by my side
The Breeze in my hair
The Sun in the sky
I am Home once again
An  Sweet Peace  Rules My Soul

Thank You! My Friends.. For Holding Me Close! xo 

Something so Simple brings me much Joy

Details | Free verse | |

Here on Ellesmere Island: A Facebook Status

I come back to this page, again
and again, wondering
if anyone cares, least enough
to leave a message,
but I don't even care myself... 

and so days can turn to months
and the silence remains real-

as in Baffin Island,
where the bones of cold are laid,
and Barrier Lake, where murder is common
among the homeless 

but learning silence, isn't
easy, as even wolves are
meant to howl, 
and recite their foul vowels,
until the wind picks up
their tune,

Here on Ellesmere Island,
nothing is said, 
even quiet poems
are seldom read.

Details | Triolet | |

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.)

Details | Cinquain | |

[brown leaf]

brown leaf
dancing through my 
open parallel arms.
it’s time we met hand, for I knew
you once.

Details | I do not know? | |


Day turns to night
With the flash of a light
The stars in the sky
Are lights in his eyes
Iridescence of the moon
Reflect on the dunes
A rainbow of colors
The sand is smothered
With the blues
The greens
And the reds
A parade of sparks
Making their marks
On the couple below
Watching the glow
As they dance
And prance
In the sand
Of the land
Of the blues
The greens
And the reds

Details | Couplet | |

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.

Details | Free verse | |

Your Brush is it or My Pen


Your Brush is it or my pen 

Painting a picture in words

Searching your smile in faces

Hidden in the crowd of people

Like diamond in coal mine

Like the gem among rocks

Only to be found by hearts

That seeks the inner beauty 

That holds in your persona

Some grace, some charms

Enlighten worlds with smiles

That gives hearts some joy

That is rarely feel in others

Silently observing you in you

Silently adoring you in you

Its not that i like many yours

Just that i have few like you

Something to share that trust

Few words, few thoughts 

In magic of your artistic hands 

Or in my spell bonding poetry

Your Brush is it or my pen 


Details | Free verse | |

Reflections of Joy

I wish I could have a flower garden of iris'
Of blooming iris flowers,
With canaries and other swooping birds
Feather to feather, to fly above,
As I sit perched,
Only distance carries my thoughts.
Below, a catacomb of surface,
Blooming an age of wisdom and growth.
We live what we learn, 
Of our heart's desire.

Details | Dramatic Verse | |

EMILY , COME SIT BY ME to Emily Dickinson

                             COME, SIT BY ME

                                  Sit by me --

We’ll watch the singing chicks of starlings searching --
Searching--hopping through the plucky dawn as the blue jumps from the sky--
Never finding the treasure sought that nestles smugly under the next stone.

                                     dedicated to Emily Dickinson

Details | Imagism | |

Lazy Day

We are on our porch 
in the morning
in the canvas chairs,
drawing in the sunlight, 
Hazily lazing over the 
wooden floorboards
bleached and weathered
by the sun over time.
And he and I are 
having coffee, talking, 
gawking at nature and 
the people walking up
and down the street.
Our legs stretched out before us,
the garden on our porch: a forest. like a steamboat 
on a river...
Birds on the rail
flick their beaks and tails,
Morning Glories galore
climb the wood
near our door.
It's Summer, we love it.
It's what we wait 
all year for.

Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Poets' Day, At The Beach ... '

The  Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
The Women, Splashed and Sprayed and Splayed
And Laughed and Cried In Salty, Foam-Crests
In Liquid-Blue, Up To Our Breasts …
On Bright, Shine Afternoons …
Or In Fog, Floating In From Coasts, Subdued

And The Men Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves
Playing and Surging, Roaring Out Praise
Buoyed High, Bobbing Up and Down
So Quick, So Strong, The Men Swam …
And Women, Wet in Swimsuits
Carried Away Corals and Seashells, As Loot

Putting Them To Our Ears, Everyday
To Hear What Echoes of Sea, Had To Say
And On Soft, Crystal Sand, Pearls, We Did Lay
As The Men, Rolled In … Like Ocean Waves …

Details | I do not know? | |


In the PixiS climb to Hydra
Lynx is next just past the Lion
Take a dip into Ursas Major
Come and ride the Leos Minor
It’s a Primer she said…
Reading wheels inside your head
Stacking stones into pyramids
Merry goes round the ecliptic
Latitudes of a Long time cryptic
Marching two and fro…
Is it Zero or is it Nero
Inquiring our minds to know

Details | Limerick | |


I once had a big fury bunny,
He was sweet and yes, he was funny.
He would hop all day,
and then I would say,
Let’s go to the park where it's sunny.

Details | Free verse | |

my favourite path

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

Details | Free verse | |

Latenight No1

I can eat your sick
because I'm immune to all the days
that gather at your feet and beg for you to
cease this living.
To wring necks dry of cost,
and to tell me not to?
In the end,
you can consider me nature's go-to gal;
I carry your countdown clock.

Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Festival

autumn festival
laughter is filling the air
in my ancient Greek

Details | Lyric | |


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 | Haiku | |

Days and nights and the universe

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

=© 2009 - All Rights Reserved Kushal Poddar 

Details | Rhyme | |


Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the gracious lilies and flaboyant tulips
as they spent their time brightening lovers's eyes;
yes, open up your garden where the red sun dips,
and the voluptuous lovers hug and passionately kiss...
rising in me a desire that takes me back to youthful days!

Down the rusty path, flanked by pines and fir trees,
the blue-jay parched on the lowest branch, is quite and waits;
at exactly twelve o' clock he starts warbling as a siren wails...
we have become friends, and he inspires me to write melodies,
but without a pencil and music sheet I must retain those notes into this active brain,
until I get home and write them down while he shelters himself from he misty rain.

Spring, flabbergast me with your scented flowers:
show me the stately sunflowers and the wild roses 
growing taller than any plant seen in the wind-swept wilderness
as the mariachis play their song to console a marchioness sitting in a breezy corner;
these aren't musicians found in a parade, they are peasants with colorful costumes...
soon someone will say," Alla manana, Segnora. " as the calm returns on the shore.   


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An Old Tree

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |

When The Fall Fell Down..

do you remember 

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

Details | Lyric | |


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

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.

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  “In a world where the stakes are higher”
  We can still dream of living a calm existence
and know that when it comes time to say farewell
we can grin and take our memories with us to 
where there is a heavenly paradise waiting for us 
where there are no risks but love and all are similar
accepted and included.

 So, in a world where the stakes are higher  
 why can’t every person be susceptible to compromise
 in all regards and never prompt others to dislike them
 nor for that matter turn around and despise those who
 they caused to hate them?

  Why can’t relations be had with out any kind of meddling 
  With out ruse and even with out duplicity of any kind
  especially if one person has a child who needs more than 
  an training and actually needs aid which a lone parent
  might never be able to give? - for that matter why can’t 
  we all trust each other despite the conviction that some  
  citizens of this planet are not as honest as the rest of 
  us? – We can still fantasize, but why is that all we can 

Details | Narrative | |


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 | Terza Rima | |

YOURS...IS THE MOST BEAUTIFUL SMILE the most beautiful smile,
the source of all my inspirations;
that star never fading, always outshining others...

And from it joy is emanated;
with the speed of a shooting star,
to earth it falls, for me to catch it without harm...

Mona Lisa may have the most perfect smile,
but yours is the densest and fondest;
so fresh and alive...a blooming flower awaiting light...   

The Italian Renaissance's painters and poets could not have imagined
a beauty so delicate, inspiring and pure existing in my time;
Dante's passion for Beatrice turning into deprivation and desire...

What my vision beholds is unexplainably mysterious and yet simple,
purity and innocence reflecting your soul's mirror to make me gaze deeper;
entrust all your thoughts and feelings to me, and I will be your keeper... the rarest and most attractive smile,
and on it unblemished love can be built, a fortress outlasting time;
unafraid, share it with me to explore the wonders of this universe...   

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Rhyme | |

Trees Like Friends

Trees like friends are always around

They allow me to nestle beneath their shade

When it seems like good friends can never be found

I counted twenty-something tree friends I’ve already made!

Gwendolen Rix

Details | Ballad | |


Sitting on a smooth rock
as waves crash into it...foaming,
and splashing their salty water on me;
it is warm and soothing after burning
on dunes of sand...listening to rock,
and one of the songs caught my fancy...

The dreamer who follows the stars
is an unloved soul running from time,    
searching for secrets in this Universe...
but finding only sympathy for himself;
he can see the sea-birds in flight,
and wishes more peace at every sunset!  

This pen dashes all thoughts off,
to relieve this mind of unwanted clutter,
clearly seeing beyond the noiseless shore;
and like survivors of a shipwreck:
I let out a deep breath, to feel life 
at its best ,and joyfully play my clarinet...

The dreamer who follows the stars
 loses their traces into space,
they go further and further and disappear from his sight;
he counted them all when they stood still and shone
above the ragged canyons of a dreary moon in silverlight, 
and how can he hope for their return and not dream alone?  

Fugitive darkness gives away to dazzling sun-rays,
the shrills of the gathered sea-gulls, by the beach-house,
bring me back to an existence of joyful laughs; 
I am repulsively sad to have fallen into sleep,
to have missed moments that could have inspired, indeed,
another song for the dreamer who followed the stars!

Details | Quatrain | |

Farewell, Dear Nightbird ( Cowritten with Carolyn Devonshire )

You were but three inches tall that day
When I heard you cry and ran outside
To stand between you, my beloved owl
And a swooping hawk, wings three-feet wide
          Little me, new born owl of the night
          Staying in my wooded habitat
          Being brave enough to venture out
          Golly, Ollie, thinking what was that
Each night you have serenaded me
But today I bring sad news, sweet friend
I must move away and leave you here
Our life together's about to end
          To part, but in different places
          The lovely times we shared together
          This so sad Barn Owl and his neighbour
          We two birds will always be tethered

And when the moon overcomes the sun
I'll listen for your cries o'er the waves
Your gentle croon brought peace and comfort
It's a memory my heart will save

Details | Sonnet | |


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 | Lyric | |

Early April

The road comes to an end.
As I come around the bend, I see them.
Grouped and colorful, the hue of early April.
It was my cue to meet someone new.
Who was there that day?
What cars passed as I made my way?
Could anyone see our first embrace?
Such grace exceeds through my mind
Contoured, confound
For me this is pure phenomenon 
For you this is just another way to say
“Hey, you met someone new today”
But no, I hoard these memories with great passion 
Without a train of thought
I can remember what happened 
And oh, the smells
The smells tell the story 
A tale of a boy with no worries
Not a want in the world
Caught at the right time
 What he got:  Love for a lifetime. 

Details | Free verse | |

Pretty Little Singing Bird

Pretty little singing bird
Pretty as can be!
Singing, the sweetest melody
Serenading me
Pretty little singing bird
You make my heart sing!
Pretty little singing bird
Will you be my friend?
With my love of writing 
And your sweetest songs
We can make the world
A beautiful place
With our own personal, unique style
Pretty little singing bird
Don’t fly away!
Did I scare you?
Won’t you stay?
Be sure to tell your animal friends
To come visit me soon!
I love you
Pretty little singing bird
You are, my sweetest friend!

Details | Lyric | |

Believing in You

To learn from the needy,
To care for the strong,
To reach for the heavens,
Where we all belong.

To climb every mountain,
Atop every hill,
To find out my purpose,
The good Father's will.

To fly like an angel,
From pond to lakeshore,
To venture the valleys,
Seen never before.

To swim through the  waters,
Of sparkling streams,
To soar through the vast clouds,
Of peace and of dreams.

To travel off Earth,
To a place quite unknown,
To witness my eyes,
Where the birds have not flown.

A place that is fruitful,
WIth flowers and trees,
With fresh air and water,
A song in the breeze.

And last but not least,
With my kind, loving friends,
A pastime, a party,
Where peace never ends.

To make all this happen,
Seems like such a chore,
But that what beliefs, and our dreams
Were made for.

Details | Free verse | |


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 | Rhyme | |


My favorite place,
a familiar face
every morning I can greet.
In our small hometown,
know our way around,
up and down every street.

Call on our friend.
He knows where we’ve been.
We celebrate the beautiful day.
At the lake’s shore,
there’s nothing we love more.
So in that moment we stay.

The sun disappears
and then the crowd clears.
Always the last to go.
All the spirits and laughs,
we fall to the grass.
Only we will know.

The fire is made,
a thousand stories to trade,
and a thousand we will keep.
Smoke in our eyes
‘til the last coal lies.
Don’t ever want to sleep.

Full moon through the trees,
a cool night’s breeze
with a cricket’s serenade.
Know our way through the dark,
we leave our mark.
One more summer memory made.

Details | Narrative | |

Final Fantasy

Follow me and I will follow you only to sacrifice and pledge my soul.
Now known only as one!
Soaring in the winds with rapid inspirations exploding one by one,
It is your final fantasy to live again!
Victim of suicide revealed by fate and conquered by the depths of love,
Life of life has just begun!
The warmest touch begs respect for the quality found deep within.
It is your final fantasy to finally begin!
Encouraged by beliefs to uphold the strength of one’s destiny,
Yet, embraced with one final and endless thought!
A kiss of pleasure obscures the kiss goodbye,
Accompanied with its warmth to pleasure your need!
It is your final fantasy to bow down for these borrows and trade.
Subtle with perfection you are as pure as a white dove.
Your desire is to never ever get lost with what you’ve caught.
Insensitive delights begin to dwell from deep within,
You burn and ache for a place to finalize where it is that you belong.
It is your final fantasy to conquer these steps in which you alone have made.
Sacrifice those objectives captured and held in your time!
Acknowledge your very own self with the quality known only by the depths inside of you!
Fly away with me, but only for a moment.
Embrace only that which enlightens the moment seized!
It is your final fantasy to touch and feel everything that you never knew.
Life is our mystery, yet we uphold its true value with our righteous dignity.
Harvest your life moment by moment,
Make it your very own prey for the little ones who never knew.
Gather the sensations and absorb life as you breathe in your every breath of air.
It is your final fantasy to indulge with the intrigued and explore all of these parts inside of 
Release yourself from the depths of love and find what it is that you truly seek.
Life of life has finally just begun!
Looking up and looking down but never looking all of the way around,
The loss of control is the loss that you will gain!
It is your final fantasy to whisper in the dark and to cry in plain sight.
Open minds with open hearts capture the true essence, for they completely belong!
Spirits fly and soar through life with so much energy powered with intensity’s strength.
They find the treasures you’ve always sought but have never found.
Your final fantasy is to escape your darkness and to find yourself inside of this beaming ray of 

Details | I do not know? | |

Axis Spin

The world spins on the same loop it always has
Moving by regrets and mistakes of the past
And though it turns the same way as before
May the next sunrise shine on tomorrow
And move by all the pain and sorrow
Spinning madly on to better and brighter

Details | I do not know? | |

"Stormy Evening"

Thunder roars and lightning blazes across the sky
And it illuminates the eye of a man as he holds his wife’s hand
The rain plummets to earth and pummels a rooftop
Of a family home as the children laugh and play
The sky darkens a deep black and gray
While a couple lights candles for a romantic evening
And as the wild winds whirl faster
The end of the storm is near
As it goes more joy will come
As each walks outside to a starlight sky
And a peaceful moon rising high

Details | Lyric | |


South facing garden
That slopes in the sun
Wildflowers swaying
Where the river runs.

For hours and hours
For the wonder of love
Innocent hearts
Slowly overcome.

Trespassers gather
One by one,
The gates are still open
Trespassers come.

Come back to the shadows
Retrace young steps
Under that plum tree
Lie down and rest.

Look up and wonder
Remember the best
Savor the silence
And try to regress.

Trespassers gather
One by one,
The gates are still open
Trespassers come.

We slept until morning
A breakfast of plums
In that south facing garden
That slopes to the sun.

Details | Verse | |


Silent night sister,
is your hunting done?
you sit in perfect calm
catching each one
of the silent stars
that hang in the sky
like eyes, still and watching
the silent night go by.
Have you no nest to retire to?
Or are you happy to sit
in the sleeping forest,
unwatched, moonlit.
What wisdom would you,
if you could, share
with you silent night sister
who also sits there?
We may both be different,
I live in the light,
but here we both sit,
observing the night.
Stay silent, my sister,
it's probably best
that the wisdom you hold
is never shared with the rest.

Details | Lyric | |

Daybreak in Richland Hills

Daybreak in Richland Hills Written: by Tom Wright August 7 2008 In Richland Hills the dawn is showing, I sit on the patio peering over my cup. From across the alley a Rooster’s crowing, I sit motionless as the sun comes up. I hear dogs barking a few hundred paces, Chadick Farms is beginning to break into song. Squirrels are scurrying to their feeding places, I’ve two days to visit and that isn’t long. This is the time of day I cherish most, For God speaks to me in the morning air. I hope early arousal hasn’t disturbed my host, While the city awakes I’m deep in prayer.

Details | Quatrain | |


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

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

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

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

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

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

Details | Rhyme | |


Nobody ever thought
that like the starry sky...
we carry diamonds in our lovely eyes!
They may differ in color,
have different shape and size,
but they are all beautiful to admire...
when for an unexpected reason they cry!

Nobody ever thought
that we don't have to search 
deep into the rough Earth
to find diamonds like our bright eyes,
they guide us through dark
like a glowing watch;
and most amazingly:
they were passed down to us
from our forefathers
to add charm to our personality!

Details | Haiku | |


The sun is alone,
But raindrops have many friends,
Dancing through the storm.

Details | Narrative | |

simple suggestion

It’s a simple gesture that one can say
Hello how do you do how was your day
It’s a simple suggestion
Like my hand in yours
So tender on the touch every single pore
What is his hand? 
And where can I find 
It keeps my mind in motion the simple unknown
Un devoted
Just done
Life can be a single turn 
A single term
Its rhythm is firm 
From the grey seas 
To the green trees
And another late fee
Just a divided hand
That might suggest that we chose the wrong path
That maybe our world is colliding with a wall
And that hand might not be there to save us all 
For the meantime the wren keeps it afloat
With his peaceful remedy and his tranquil notes
One can see the irony 
Of this simple pass by 
The one time you see our flutters fly 
Is all past that 
The Chat 
For it is my hand that does the work 
The simple wave 
And the smile on the other end 
Maybe the one to constrict my hand later
Or make it even bigger
Or it’s the one that litters
And keeps me undeclared
Or uncaring
When we take to the wind
We foreshadow our sin
And here I stand still 
With our glares and our posture 
Carefully making sure his hand might find us one day

Details | Terza Rima | |


More days await underneath the solar's resplendant sheen,
dishevelled hair battered by michevious whirlwinds;
and slowly approaching my bright chapel, I promise to commit no sins.

Lilies and daisies are held by a cautious hand which has known love,
she accepts them and gently kisses me on these unspeakable lips;
what need is there to whisper anything, if looks can replace all words?

We carefully plan the adventurous years with happy moments,
sitting on the shining marble steps of a medieval church shaded by pines;
and who is listening to our secrets, if not the hesitating and intrusive swallows?

November departs in a hurry, to permit the gelid winter take over the scenery,
leaves detaching from the melancholic trees, the robins shaking off the light frost;
this is their home, shouldn't winter show kind and not impart the worst?

I stretch my tiepid arms, to embrace all trees and creatures, like saints in their niches;
and yet they're too small to save them all, to protect them in the safest place of the heart.
and give them the warmest feeling...when the harsh winds will bring those frightful blizzards.

By the ice-covered pond, where pretty ducks glided on soft waves lured by a steady breeze,
I breath hard, letting all the ice melt and allow them to swim so elegantly and so free;
they are my eternal friends, more than humans are...they perceive kindness and return it.

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | Rhyme | |

That Tree

Like a plant developed into a tree
is what my emotions had grown to be
Scared and confused I scampered away
but your love in my heart is engraved
Left with a plant deeply rooted in
desparately in need of nourishing
Five years passed and I wonder why
that plant is still there left to die
I water it and give it light
and watch it grow with much delight
And now I believe and now i see
that this is the most precious and beautiful tree
Blossoming with flowers for every season
Bearing fruits beyond reason
With a trunk so thick it cannot be cut
With leaves so green and stems so strong
And fruits that ripe all year long
A tree that defines all of my love
For you, the only one I think of

Details | I do not know? | |

Wind Has Wounded Hearts

The Wind was once a friend to me,
Silent and calm as it should be...

Now it seems like an enemy,
Pounding, whooshing and scaring me...

Can't it see what it's doing to me and my family?
Making us as homeless as we could be...

How will I ever forgive thee?
For taking away my family's peace...

It has given no sympathy,
Nor an apology.

How do I know it won't ever come back?
Come back and attack... 
The way it was born to be...

The Wind was once a friend to me,
Silent and calm as it should be...

To all the victims of cyclone Yasi <3

Details | Free verse | |

Of Acceptance

Oceans mingle,
New colors born in their embrace.

I am me
And forever, understood in this moment.
I can safely melt into your waves
For eternity in this moment.

I can battle your eyes,
Gently with a smile
And rest calmly,
When you carry me to the shore.

I can build castles,
But you do not wash them away.
We build life in the sand
And the magic descends to rest in our abyss.

Sleep sweetness,
Rest in the beautiful ocean.
Sink peacefully in me

Details | Free verse | |


Hello, Nature.
Are we fine?
I notice you
cavorting nearby,
like you find our
surroundings useful.
You don't object to us;
know you are
safe in our gardens.

I feel so friendly,
glad to be of service. Do
take what you need,
even if you bite me
among the grasses.
I am in your debt just as
I owe a favor to my brother.
I exhale in friendship 
hearing your
languages in the trees.

Details | Prose Poetry | |


Walking with me, it moves along,
Contorting with me, to me it belong.
It’s tied to me as a chain,
I know it’s with me, it would never wane.

There lies poise between it and me,
Grasping me, never allows to flee.
Together we go, without any tiff,
Casting my image, it stays stiff.

It survives in bright, perishes when it’s dark,
It does exist on a spark.
Following always, it never goes astray,
Stuck with me, can’t think of betray, it always stay.

Gives me sense to be stronger, as I walk,
I halt on the way, admire it, if it could talk.
God knows, why it is made so conventional,
Unceasingly it swings parallel.

At a certain time, everything departs, saying farewell,
Except for my shadow, the one will always dwell.
It certainly is the symbol of faith and duty,
It is the only companion, who has eternity.

A dark image staying in me,
Forever as one could see.
As long as I will be,
I desire to see, no ‘you’ and ‘me’, but a ‘we’.

Details | Rhyme | |


Dutchess was my bunny,
Her disposition, oh so sunny,
Her ways and actions-oh so funny,
Oh my! I loved that bunny.

She came from my son-in-law, a gift,
My pet cavy had died! I needed a lift,
My room became hers-and so did I,
She made me laugh-she made me cry.

Dutchess made noises-a grunt, a growl,
We became friends, we were great pals,
Her eyes like coal-they are So black,
Her nose always twitching and that's a fact.

I had to move-she couldn't come!
My Grandson took her, she has a great home,
I love her! I miss her so very much,
But life goes on, I stay in touch with-

Details | Free verse | |

A Fire for Warmth

A few hot-orange embers burn low in the fire pit.
Morning has sprung, evident only
In the vague concrete illumination
	of an overcast sky.
Scattered twigs and last night's remaining logs
Are tossed upon the coals,
With a few shivering breathes of dank 
October air to give life to flames.
Frost has not yet bitten the landscape;
But the huddled mass of human
	leans in, over the kindled fire
For all of its warmth.
The Night's drizzled humidity hiss-boils
and streams from the wood grain of a saturated log,
As the twigs roast and burn.
The starving artist stands firm
In the path of smoke, visible clues
To the heats current passage.
One could inadvertently burn
	on the simplest furnace,
Steam rising from sweatshirt and pant leg,
And the moist palm of the hand.

Love, or so it seemed to the dreamer by his fire,
Is like this. A kiss of life
Given openly to the heart's flame,
Fanning the hot embers of friendship and affection.
Once stoked, a glance of chance
	Or a lover's touch
Warms the body and sacred soul
Against the icy depravity of an outside world.
And though the cold is most apparent 
In the smokey moisture of one's own breath
Hanging in the still air away from the hearth,
The sweet melting passion is best experienced
	and not explained or seen.

If the world were any colder
The October sky would crack and precipitate,
	splintered and crystallized, 
To wipe the canvas clear below
And give substance to a feeling of betrayal
That keeps the lover embracing a modest fire,
Whose warmth forsakes all else.
A dented tin coffee pot percolates
Sustenance into the day's beginning.
Outside the ring of charred-crackling logs,
The world rises up with the gyre of smoke
And is lost to the stone gray sky.
But the fire burns on,
	And the hungry heart lays nourished
	Within a dreamer's chest.

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Who can won the War?

>Understanding, Up and down has a different level
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>Life is the combination of a different level
>Color, caste, race, religion, is a target feeble
>Is it natural discrimination or a variety of nature?
>Time has taken centuries for its identity a grapple ?
>Twenty centuries skill and experience is human growth pedal.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal
>A fight for power or a grace: the honor of bravery,
>Different matters have misunderstanding a level of slavery,
>Non co-operation or misjudged by the expectations
>What do you think: who can learn all about having a clevery?
>What is truth if God is one: religion has race and caste bundle?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>How long time nature took to purify the water and fresh air?
>To grow healthy food: to differentiate the poison less affair,
>Time has taken a long to develop gravity for a planet?
>Why has only Earth a source of existence an oxygen care?
>Is natural process for welfare also not feasible?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal
>A process is for understanding, and sense of co-operation
>Experience and non-cooperation seems beneficiary dedication,
>Nature is powerful can ruin within few seconds if a man can do,
>but Honey Bees never mixed poison in their sweet production,
>Who can protect life and civilization if a person fails to handle?
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>Nobody can won the war: not a meaning of Liberty,
>Ancestor has tried all but struggle is a root of fraternity,
>Efforts for peace is a struggle by a dedicated person,
>We need rest after all a long struggle is natural eternity,
>Only peace can provide, a sense of Love; affection of cuddle.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.
>Who can won the War: why does a person dream a War?
>How long a personal existence is? Only present is our,
>We need to learn more how to live on Earth?
>Future is uncertain: A dream of heaven is only a future,
>All Depends upon circumstances only nature can won a saddle.
>We need knowledge and experience to find a medal.

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Welcoming Frankenstorm

Welcome, my hodgepodge, vicious friend,
no need to breathe at my window.
In less than a day you intend
to shatter it with a raged blow.

No cause to slobber like a brute
turning fall bright leaves into boats,
nor drive my maples to uproot
daring them to morph into floats.

Mind your manners please, you’re my guest,
throwing rubbish around is rude
(and childish at the very best).
Do your best to contain your mood.

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Fishing Worms For My Father

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

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

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

For supper we can have fish on our plate

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Pro Predicament

Circuitous circular departures cleverly Sequester and  
embrace Inexpressible  moments of time.

Reexamine status, prevent  consciousness apathy, 
fabricate and reflect acceptance of self. 

precisely propose  to expose fallaciously filtered 
fantastical trickery touched theories.

Turn tasteless translucent tall tales into stable, sturdy, 
structured strands and threads of reality.

Penniless pocketless Poets put the points paralleled 
and placed above onto pure white pieces of paper.

 Once they find the ramble in their role they carefully 
command,Clever creative content to appear from thin vapor.

Amusement, bemusement, a resplendent  daring drawn 
out dark dance down a solitary diabolical descent. 

Lingering Layers let love live in a finely spun web of 
lazy, lofty, lyrical linguistic letters; lost lurking spiders cant
 reach the heights that sadness fled.

Poets are pros, pronounced proponents, that precisely 
reconstruct a feelings components that fails to leave any 
audience in a stoic state of stoney discontent..... 

Though they tirelessly endeavor to gain a fans approval 
and respect, they fail in fortunes favor. 
 Yet each day they commit make their art 
when most would be right to quit. 

Anyone can become a pro poet, 
you can tell we are devoted, though it should be noted 
if that's the readers intent, not a paid pro among us can 
come close to turning our 
thoughts into rent!

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your virginity is your dignity

Antonnia...wise up

As God will not stop chasing you
So, Man will not stop chasing you
since she came out from him…

Now in chasing you
he uses different styles and approach 
to entice YOU
By nature he is more stimulated by sight
And what he sights inspire his taste and haste
Since by nature he is the chaser
They are the hunter, they are teasers
They are the preacher, they are the toaster
They are the beholder of what is beautiful
as we all is in the eyes of the beholder

And he cannot stop talking about you 
until he get hold of you
And he cannot stop his chase
until he get what he want
Just a response with a nod
just a smile with a yes
then a contact exchange
that's an answer for him

then he find ways to reach you
And when he get to convince you
And your conservation is cordial as he plans
if he makes a move to touch you and you accept
If you do not stop them from necking and petting

Since you are all he desire and admire
Since at your sight his urge rants to its edge
Since his intention is to quench his curiosity
he won't stop until
he sweet-talk you into his thoughts
at moment he would afford all is needed 
to get what he want from you… 
How would you know the one that’s real?

he tells you at the point of approaching you
That you are so beautiful with your sexy body
Since all he desire is that you should accept him
Since ladies desire to hear such sweet words
Don’t deceive your self 
and don’t pretend of who you are not
because you might fall into the hands of those men in your pretense

he tells you I love you, in deed few do
In return he tell you
If you love me, you’ll let me in
Just tell such guy
if he does love you he won’t ask for it
And if he loves you he will wait  for it

But when he just gets what he wants from you
What proof will you have that he loves you
When it is all over with you 
since you have satisfied his urge
more likely his performance anxiety is tested

even when you deny his advances take note
with the approach he'll use
he'll ask you…Are you the only saint?
he'll ask you are you a kid
he'll tell you others are doing it
tell him your name is not others

Since most of him believe that every woman are fun seekers
Don’t be confused stand on what you believe to the end
Since there is nothing you are missing
even if he say you are missing a lot
Because those who had falling for such trap
Are missing the joy of knowing that 
your virginity is your dignity

Antonnia...wise up

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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.

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An Old Wooden Bridge

an old wooden bridge
under the shades of a tree
connecting people

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Remember when

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

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

Kevin D. Fix

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Hope in Winter

Icy blue winter,
yet one tree remains alive.
Meet me under there.

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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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Destruction and Decadence

I have no idea what you are facing in this segment of life
You are like a labyrinth; I can’t untangle the mayhem without any clues
Spill out your emotions…there’s a waterfall in your eyes ready to collapse
I don’t have the time and willpower to hike on your colossal mountain

Are you fit enough to climb with my echoing praise?
I doubt I ever have the strength to crawl into your agonizing thoughts
Of destruction and decadence
Of despondent dreams and isolated guidance

Do you accept my benevolence towards you?
Do you believe that I can mend your shattered dreams?
Do you accept my fondness towards a friend like you?
Do you have faith that I can make your dreams a reality as it truly seems?

Your contemplation is another expedition to trek
You are like an island, separating cramming chaos from undying peace
Rise from the cave and attack…there’s a bear in your nature, watching over her cubs
I don’t have the ability and determination to trudge in your soggy wasteland

Are you slick enough to trek with my shielding gaze?
I doubt I’m nowhere to be found in your thoughts of desolation
And destructive formation,
Springing forth the equipment of your
Turmoil and damnation

With any luck, I hope we can arrive in one piece
On the other hand, I wish that we both escape from this horrifying journey
Because I want to discard the labyrinth, crafting puzzling pathways that draw me back to
Destruction and recklessness
That I, by no means, address

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Paired, With Reservations

Paired, With Reservations

The soft curve of her spirit- 
Her true shape only emergent after countless
Half-glances in the half-light of morning’s edge.
What line is drawn by the knife-edge of the sun’s first rays?
Who is slain in that prime, resplendent arrival?
Regardless it is a shiny death: an incidental manslaughter
Making new cuts and reshaping the structure of our shared constitution: 
Reforming the meaning of our togetherness.
Her form, her movement, creates contrast.
Motion is wonder’s conciliator, unearthing profundities and
Burying banalities under underfoot miles and myriad beads of perspiration;
Forging ahead together through the nascent day.  To what end?
Running lines: some arbitrary and intangible, others geometrically
Pronounced in yellow and white, dotted and solid, faded and new.
Drawing new lines: making demarcations- parameters implicitly set- 
So close yet never intersecting:  paired, with reservations. 

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The Spirits of Autumn

The leaves are woven 
    into a colorful tapestry 
        by the spirits of autumn.
            Sundown brings cold air, frost, 
                and memories of campfires 
                    from when I was young.
                        Geese call from dark skies
                            and tell me of their loneliness.
                                I tell them I have friends, 
                                    near by... and far away.
                                        But the geese ignore me 
                                            and keep on calling
                                                And their cries follow them 
                                                    into the night.

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I am just water
But I surround you
I help you float away
I can easily drown you
In my subtle ways
I will chip away your heart of stone
I will give you comfort
When you feel all alone
I will rush onto the sands
To try and tempt you in
And I will try to take hold of you
But you will never give in
My intentions are never cruel
But my will is strong and true
I'm just water, but you need me
And I dear friend, need you.

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                       TAKE SOME STEPS

                 Let not fear control your life
                regardless of any strife or figurative
                knife and be neither a puppet nor a victim
                of any kind

                 If a talking horse and his owner can
                overcome fear with out beer anyone can-
                there is no need for a pan but to push 

                 The proverbial match has been lit
                you have to hatch a plan soon and take
                some steps or burn-the best decisions
                are never made hastily nor selfishly

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Under That Willow Tree

I'm walking through a beautiful meadow,
The long, tall grass has a tint of yellow.
In the middle, there's a hill,
Should I climb it? I think I will.
On the top sits a willow tree,
It's branches hanging peacefully.
I rest up against the trunk,
Suddenly I hear a "PLUNK!"
I look up to see a squirrel's nest,
It looks like quite a mess.
Winter will be here soon,
He's gathering all his food.
I picked up the nut that fell,
It was shaped like a bell.
I put it on a branch in the tree,
The squirrel brought it right back to me.
I held my hand out,
He crawled into it without a doubt.
He wasn't scared of me,
So I named him BraveLee.
We sat together under that willow tree,
It's branches hanging peacefully.
Then suddenly, a Monarch Butterfly appeared,
Fluttering around without a fear.
She landed on a luscious flower,
Pulling with all her power.
Suddenly, it came out of the ground,
To the earth, it was no longer bound.
The beautiful butterfly flew it over to me,
Laying it in my lap gracefully.
She landed on my knee,
So I named her Heavenly.
The three of us sat there under that willow tree,
It's branches hanging peacefully.
Then a cool breeze blew by graciously,
The three of us enjoyed it patiently.
Then BraveLee climbed up into his nest,
And Heavenly flew away into the west.
I sat there awhile yet,
Happy that we met.
I started smiling under that willow tree,
Wondering if they'll come back tomorrow to see me.
I'll give them a gift then,
Making us Forever Friends.
I started walking away from that willow tree,
It's branches still hanging peacefully.
Hoping tomorrow my friends will be back,
We found a peaceful place we all can relax.
The sun was starting to set.
So, off to home I went.

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It comes to me in wondrous visions...
when my untroubled consciousness 
is at its highest and mellowest peak,
I watch it soar over the gleaming deep.

It's an eagle with strong beaks, keen sight
and long, wide wings that define its entity,
and I hold it very sacred incarnating its spirit:
so courageous, unyielding and stealthy.

If I observe eagles in their environment,
they will definitely impart a stunning truth:
they are as smart, alert and wise as I am;
and if they could talk, I would have a chat.

Is it wrong to confide in an eagle and be alike it?
Mankind has taken away their language with vanity...
by dominating them like other animals who fear them,
and they hide, refusing to communicate in any way.

I entrust my safety to the keenness and shrewdness
of my eagle: watching every movement and step I take,
and it returns with a new message for me to meditate;
and by assuring its survival, it promises me its guidance. 

In each dream, a new vision unfolds and more revealing words
are spoken, showing me my destined path in life...the journey 
I must take and soar on high as if it were reality, not imagery:
another sky so immense and bright is mine to discover with gladness.

Return eagle, and speak to me through nocturnal dreams...
warning me of threats and dangers from unseen, evil spirits; 
I'll incarnate the same spirit, which God breathed into your distinct body,
and in accord with nature, our friendship will propagate more harmony.

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Mana... beyond belief

What about the body?
Life is…a
Healthier body…
heal.their body…

who's Lordes?
LordeeS ... I see

Te kowhao ... "a hole"
The night or darkness and te kow hao united and birthed the gods of nature....

whole realm
W hole real M
. of love.

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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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Untitled #203 / Logan

Logan’s such a beast
he mowed over me at least half a dozen times
when we played tackle football by the tracks today
“If you’re such a beast, run over there and stop that train!”

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Treacherous fingers of discontent 
Threaten to strangle my dreams 
And stifle my right to existence. 
I stumble over vicious words, 
Fueled by spite and the rage 
Of misinterpretation, 
Designed to challenge my intent. 
I was summarily dismissed, 
Labeled a fraud, 
And relegated into obscurity; 
Judged guilty of a crime 
I did not commit. 
Yet, I remain loyal 
To my convictions 
As I expose myself, 
Welcoming the scrutiny 
Of those who would not 
Understand me; 
Steadfast and devoted 
To honoring the truth 
In perpetuity. 

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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!

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Your Friend

A lot of good things come and go
But friendship is something that will always show 
And should always be apart of you
And your friends too
You all will have bumps and bruises 
But that's what make you all stronger friends
Never break apart over pity things
Because it might become something you regret
Be the best of friends
Tell each other every secret you have 
If yall should ever break apart
You will always know what the other could and should have been......................
YOUR FRIEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sunshine in a Hurricane

Your a flower..delicate and beautiful..
 Your eyes..a waterfall of
The clouds..and rain..surround me..
 I stand on a mountain..bitter and cold in every way..
Nowhere for me to seek shelter..
 I know my days..will end..
I know my full of love..will cease to beat..
 I have only this send..
I have only this..dream..of
 They say..every boy  becomes a man..
They say..every girl must become mature..
 If we grow old...and sacrifice...our youth..for love..will we endure..
No..we will..wither..and hold we slowly die..
  We will dance..until we fall..we will laugh ..until we cry..
I say..if I am first to go..You say I must remain..
  We both will die..of broken hearts..
Like a hurricane.
 written by 

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She Is My Savior

No more tears can leave my soul
She has completed my heart's hole
I've never felt this way before
I can't feel depressed anymore
Many thoughts go through my mind
Hers is the only one that I can find
We will always continue to be friends
Even after our lives end...

To: Rayvn Stobough

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Non-barrier personable
Gratitude, likeable, companion
Counsellor, supporter, minded, polite

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Gazing through an open and sunless window,
this lonely poet admires the Autumn's auburn scenery;
ravens, shallows and sparrows gather on the faded lawn...
waiting on a goodbye I can't approve without tears or melancholy. 

My sorrow will flee swifter than their speed,
and although their journey will be brief, I will grieve
by watching their nests tossed by the fierce wind with a loud cry;
o sad and shivering creatures, sing me your last song as I wait on your goodbye!

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The Angel I See In You.

Everyone who knows you calls you Angel.
Everyone appreciates you and truly everyone 
is held spell bound by your charming aura.
But how many knows you deserve your name.

I see beyond your captivating personality.
I see beyond your alluring & arresting look.
I hear more than your sentual tinglig voice.
I hear more than your soothing sound laughter.
I see the true you that is inside of you.
I see the Angel inside that manifests outside.
I feel that tender & loving person in you.

One whose caring nature is not hidden.
One who truly gives without inhibitions.
Your Angelic nature glows & rubs off on 
everyone who comes in contact with you,
making them want to have more of you.
You are truly loving and kind hearted.

You exhibit the characteristics & qualities 
of a true Angel,that it would baffle me if 
you are not one.But I know you are.
I pray you remain the true Angel that you are.
For that is what I see when I see you.
You are truly an Angel,and a worthy one at that.

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a dog and thunder

A Dog and Thunder. 

I hear thunder it’s nearing, the dog, not looked after, whimpers; this
 ancient fears of Odin’s horse hooves, sparks from the gloomy sky-
Thor, is no better with his loud, idiotic thunder trying to steal his 
father’s ire. How to tell the dog its chances of getting, hit is remote?
I open the gate it runs into the shed and curls up on a rug I was about
 to throw away as it threadbare and full of holes; it was new once,
 admired for it colour and pattern. That’s the way of everything that’s
 why I only buy old bangers. There is nothing as sad as a hounded and 
ignored dog, it avoids eye contact fearful I might change my mind and 
throw it out. The owner of the dog is a man of uncertain anger if I offer 
to adopt it he might shot it as he did with another dog of when it was 
futile as a hunter of rabbits. My cowardice is endless to confront a man 
with guns on his walls, not me! I feed the poor cur, but never let into 
the house it must understand that I’m not a master... just its friend. 

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In a dusty hedge

In a dusty hedge apart
Leaves all blighted
A frail flower touched my heart
Once 'twas sighted
For her character was stitched
Not in clothes hem
Her inner beauty bewitched
From a sweet stem

My Spanish Needle, gold heart
Innocence true
Pure humility and art
Fed on rare dew.

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The blue and green marble in the Universe 
The planet we call home 
Provides everything we need to live 
Like a mother caring for her children 
And boasts breathtaking sceneries 
Which is impossible to forget 
A planet full of wonders 
Earth’s companion which travels around us 
Glows brightly at night 
Lighting our way 
And removing the creepy darkness of the night 
The Moon, called Luna 
Supports Earth like a best friend 
Preventing it from spinning on its side like Uranus 
Helping Earth to resist the forces around it 
Earth is perfect with Luna for a companion 
They have always been best friends 
Since the beginning and till the end

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Things I Love

Coffee probably tops my list
then it's rocks I can hold in my fist
postcards from friends on vacation
fresh ground roast coffee from the plantation
just love that fresh ground roast aroma
then I always wanted to visit the city, Roma
Then on to Paris and maybe London
back home I always keep the light on
of the dark I am afraid
but I love things that are hand-made
modern gospel music warms my soul
just as much as home-made soup in a bowl
reading biographies I find interesting
just as friends who are good at listening
sitting in my rocking chair
maybe even brushing my hair
spending sunset at the beach
eating a fresh golden Georgia peach
writing poetry is an absolute must
just as much as building God's trust
reading the Bible each day
is just as important as it is to pray
I could go on forever
God's universe is ever so clever!


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My Love, Hush Now

Be still, my love...I whisper steadily...
The predator is out to kill...hush now!
Don't scream in pain...resist it or we'll suffer intensely...

Get dove...I shout fearlessly...
The hawk will snatch you with a brave now!
Don't unleash your fear or we'll be mourning fretfully...

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Alone with my friend

By myself, at the end of the dock
My place to think and be alone
Night is young, I wait for the stars
The first one I see, I call my own

The lake itself is almost asleep
it's waters becoming a dark mirror
Tiny little flutters of dragonfly wings
is the only sound that I hear

My dog's head softly on my lap
She senses what is in my soul
I love the feel of her gentle calm
It makes my heart feel whole

I close my eyes, I feel her warmth
My closest friend at my side
Loving me inspite of all my faults
Never uncomfortable when I've cried

The stars are now covering the sky
a sequinned cape of black
My private star shines like a beacon
Reminding me it's time to head back

We stand, I bend and hug her neck
She softly licks my hand
She knows I'm very much at peace
Which is exactly what she planned

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                            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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The Moment (So Few Ever Find)

Tonight was real and also a dream
I was standing by a mountain stream

The mountain peaks covered with snow
Absorbed the moonlight and seemed to glow

The sky was clear and the stars were bright
On this cool and crispy winters night

From behind the trees you did appear
This is why I hold this dream so dear

Suddenly time just froze in place
As the moonlight illuminated your face

You moved with such grace and ease
As though you were one with the breeze
As you came closer and our eyes did meet
My love struck heart found a brand new beat

You placed my hands around your waist
Then offered your lips for me to taste

The only music was that of our souls
As we started to dance soft and slow

Some things in life are just meant to be
As I gave my all to you, you gave your all to me

It was magical how everything just felt so right
As our bodies steamed in the frosty night

There was no thinking ahead or looking behind
For we found the moment so few ever find

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A Moment In My Life

Li’l robin-- 
on the palm
of my 
sweet rose, 

from the great 
jealousy of an old oak tree, 
imitating in grace

the whirling 
of the dervish, then awhile, it inhabits
the bard’s nest.

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The Highlander

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

Details | Light Poetry | |

This Evenings Sunset

Beautiful horizons on the Earths hemisphere
 Leaning backward gently make my worries disappear
 Words said softly with a new attitude
 The sun sets softly in a west worldly mood
Cotton candy colors blend till their blued
 All Gods time well spent after a hot afternoon
 Hot pinkish shadows follow gray clouds scoon
 We're waiting for the rain that is coming soon
Watching the wondrous sunset
 Coming up over the edge of the world
 And waiting for the moon

07-14-2012 Ruth Courtney

Details | Free verse | |

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

Details | Rhyme | |

May I ask Him?

A man that is smiling,
I don’t know,
Is he  perfect for me?
May I ask him?
Would you like to dance with me?

A man that is watching my legs,
I don’t know, 
What’s he thinking about me?
May I ask him?
Would you like to dance with me?

A man that is offering me a drink,
I don’t know,
What’s he expecting from me?
May he ask me?
Would you like to dance with me?

My heart is palpitating,
My breaths are swallowed,
I can’t live without someone,
May I ask him?
Do you like to care for me?

Details | Quatrain | |


The countless flights of noisy seagulls
seem like my days once idled away,
sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues...
beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away.

Being brought here by destiny's hasteness,
I am unable to return to my adored land...
hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes;
even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. 

Springs have been short and winters last much longer, 
and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness;
the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher;
this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels.

Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons,
and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat...
the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night;
where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!

Details | Haiku | |

Young Poets Gather

young poets gather
on rocky beach, disguising  
as great sea turtles

Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Gait

Wound in blueberry strands
in beads and beads with silver wire
'round my wrist against the coral cold of autumn
we talk
We talk of loves and pale Septembers
long before we ever were
Broken in old coke bottles green
in crunching glass we silver step
while the clouds come a little closer
to whisper
Whisper gently in our ears
they still knew us way back when
and suddenly I'm whole my friend
and you
And you become the part of me
which longs for the sun to never set
In my lungs expanded thus
we walk

Details | Haiku | |

Friendship of birds

A pair of parrots with some sparrows 
Sitting on rods 
Of an under-construction building.

Details | Couplet | |

Nocturnal feast on the beach

3rd march 2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Lying between two coconuts trees,
On a swinging ham mock feeling sultry breeze.

Waves erupt repeatedly on the hibernating sandy shores,
The moonlight now festoons the sand and sea with milky Lumina galore.

The coconut trees foliage houses my shack beneath,
Is grimly laden with dew drops , the wetness it drips within.

My pals with whiskey, rum and beer are laden within,
Singing songs of love, sorrow, happiness, friendship and topic akin.

The stone electric pole sheds fluorescent light,
Making the ambience great and the vista very bright.

Into the night, eat smoke and drink,
Our confined and harnessed sorrows we will drive out from our body’s brink.

Details | I do not know? | |


From Greek oikumene = the inhabited earth
The globe
Efforts to unify divided Christians


Details | Haiku | |

Tapestry of Life

on sunset evening	
sun, sky and sea interplay
lovers become one

Details | Free verse | |



The clouds remind me
Of the thoughts that sprang between us,
Some puffed like dandelion balls
Ready to be blown
        and drift,
Broccoli headed breathers amid
The streaming locks on an Ancient.
Like the ribs  of a leaf
       left bare from decay
Or furry as moth antenna.

A swan-like image
     and winged horses
Rode on areas blue,
The swan into a buck did turn
The horse to a sheep,
Then the sun started to set
And I had thoughts of sleep.

Details | Free verse | |


My past was spent in self-greed,
keeping all the joys to myself;
many loving hands reached out and touched me,
not to let me delve into loneliness:
did I hear all that I needed to hear then,
without putting on a selfish and dissident face? 

All I have left is this inconceivable and fragile wish
of giving life to dashed dreams:
as if they were unfolding right now,  
so I can choose to live them out:
before they turn mischievous and vanish...
to find another dreamer, who can give them wings! 

Dreams, how could have I rejected the glamour you promised,
when your were shining more than a thousands suns?
My interest turned elsewhere, being afraid of loving someone...
willing to give everything  and feel nothing inside;
and was it a false notion I clung to and foolishly incurrred another loss?
Dreams, wait until you become a permanent part of my consciousness!

Come friends, and share with me the frenetic pleasures of living, 
forget how you were ignored, I apologize for my negligence;
come friends, and let's make up for lost time without resentment...
if I am to blame, don't let it reflect on your bewildered faces!  
Another favor I ask of you:  don't remember the uncanny and cheerless appearance
of what I was yesterday, take a better look at me today and show me your understanding!  

Gather here and celebrate life as in mirthful youth, drinking
freshly-brewed coffee by the warmest log's fire,
as those cowboys unafraid of the suspenseful wild;
laugh, chat and tell jokes until our noses start snoring....
Now all Nature is a sea of tranquility and I am at peace,
restoring belief and giving life to dashed dreams!  

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci

Details | I do not know? | |

What the blind man said to his friend

Once upon a time, there was a blind man; that blind man had a very good friend. 
One night, the blind man said, “I feel like I know you more than you know your 
self.”  The blind man’s best friend asked, “Why do you think you know 
me better than I know my self?” he responded, “Because I see things in you that 
you can not see your self."

Details | Rhyme | |

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.

Details | Free verse | |

I Kissed A Butterfly

I kissed 
a butterfly

as it fluttered by
it was totally unconcerned
and the kiss-

a short one-
I was surprised
at how unselfish it was 
in this pause 
my rugged lips 
to hers

Details | Rhyme | |


If a butterfly could pose,
or land on my nose,
many secrets I would gladly tell...
th ones left on a forgotten trail.

Its colors so vivid and alive...
would be the colors of my choice:
when dreary days come and thrive
without those arched rainbows.

If a butterfly could pick pollen on my rose
so red and passionate as this heart is,
I would hop on its wings and doze...
dreaming of a garden where happiness lives.

Its flowers: one prittier than the other
would enchant me like a poetic line;
only one of them I would choose and adore...
if a butterfly could show me which one is mine.

Entered in Gail Doyle's contest,
" A Butterfly's Trail Of Kisses "
Written by Andrew Crisci

Details | Lyric | |

we started out kinda

we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool,
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be your man,
aint tryna be ya friend (be ya friend)

so tell me do you like it
drop, top, mercedes benz
top up ,cause your hair be (blowin thru da wind)
wheels spinning, hair did( blingin ring) ya dig

she pull up at the club lookin like, millions,
billions, watching you from a distance
all the fellas be watching you like a vision
ya sexy thighs,sexy hip, sexy midsect
looking real good,make a reggin wanna hit that,
forget that, i think im ready for commitment
so are you ready for submission


n-e-ways, i know you with him for a short change
but you and me together forever,
will never change
when i was younger all i thought  about was spitting game
never caring about your feeling was to remain,
the same, im sorry i cause you all this pain ( i promise you)
i fill them all with brighter days
(and hopefully) i just get a chance to say, that
(i love you) and i hope that you feel da same way 


we started out kinda real young
baby i know i was a fool
now ive grown up
all of the things we use to do
do you remember
i wanna be ya man
aint tryna be ya friend, be ya friend

i aint tryna be ya friend...
girl i only wanna be ya man
so baby want you let me in...
and i promise it will never end

Details | Rhyme | |

Little Tia

She licks and licks away,
Missed me a lot today,

I let her out, 
She barks and barks,
She sniffs around, 
In the lawn she doesn't care for wet parts,

Runs to her bowl,
Has her favorite kibble in tow,
This picky diva wants food from my plate,
She's not fond of my decision not to cooperate,
So hard to deny her food when she's looking so cute,
I'm strong willed so this becomes a reoccurring dispute,

Now she wants to play,
I kick the soccer ball, 
Pouncing like a dear would catch prey
Laughing hard I shed a tear,
This I could do all day

Details | Rhyme | |


Fear does not rule these wholesome thoughts,
worry may be present at times, suppressing laughs;
look around you...everything radiates under the morning light,
even the most faithless heart is moved by the wonder of something bright!

Would we fret when demons invade darkness and lurk? 
Would we still hide until night has left the whole Earth?
Being afraid that they would return offends your God...
to have no fragment of faith in what He has spoken aloud!

For your own good and mine I will keep a vigil with candles burning,
while strong incense fends off all the demons that would crawl on the ceiling; 
it will resemble the altar of a church that a saint built to honor Christendom...
how envious and furious they would be to remind them of martyrdom!

Let those demons know that we are the followers of Christ,
the defenders of our faith despite the battles we fight with light;
let's chase them 'till they reach tell Lucifer of our defense!
Oh, they will be back with a wrath and a wickedness too intense! 

O warm light shine more brightly when demons invade darkness from afar!
O warm light shine more brilliantly than the wonderful Northern Star!
Look down on me and assure me that you will linger and not leave;
and I will keep my dripping candles strongly I believe!

Details | I do not know? | |

Blue Fields of Wild Indigo

blue fields of wild indigo
chirping red robins
bobbing house wrens
perched high 
sing a soft lullabye
as the black mother hen
fluffs her fresh nest of twigs 
to lay her speckled eggs
the first leg of lady spring is here
her sweetest scent is floating in the air
with the buzzing bumble bees
the white aura of this virgin beauty
flows like a river 
in a brisk breeze through our hair
not long before she disappears 
and the first tender sprouts of 
july rye will appear
come on
lets run through 
the blue fields of wild indigo
where the quarterhorses roam
we'll play with the 
frisky spotted fawn until sundown
while we're young and free
lets live like gods until dawn
sowing our oats in the sun's glory
until we need our coats of down
on a dead of winter morning

Details | Lyric | |

The Cradle Song

When your dreams are suppressed
 I am here don’t be depressed
When you feel like dropping a tear
Go ahead release your fear

There are too many ways to heal a broken heart
But there a re too little ways to make a new start
All you can do is to listen as nature sings the cradle song
Even if for a while you will realize that you are strong

When the wind is pushing you
I am here to help you pull through
When your eyes cannot see
I help you get to where you want to be

There are too many ways to heal a broken heart
But there a re too little ways to make a new start
Al you can do is to listen as nature sings the cradle song
Even if for a while you will realize that you are strong

Your journey is not that easy my friend
I know it’s time for this nightmare to end
Close your eyes and feel my cradle song
I’m sure I’ll be with you before long

There are too many ways to heal a broken heart
But there a re too little ways to make a new start
Al you can do is to listen as nature sings the cradle song
Even if for a while you will realize that you are strong

Sleep tight
Let me kiss you one last goodnight
One last goodbye
Through this lullaby

Details | Rhyme | |

At the Grounds for Sculpture

An afternoon excursion
Filled with friends and food and art
Takes an ordinary Thursday
And just blows it off the chart.

Just a stroll throughout the gardens,
So impeccably maintained,
Proves that Nature has the power
To keep callers entertained.

Add some monumental sculptures
And a classy, tasty meal,
Then you’ve hit on the equation
For a day that’s quite ideal.

Circumstances rarely happen
(If they do we have to splurge)
When good health and lovely weather
And friends’ schedules converge.

So today, I’m feeling grateful
For a few delightful hours
With some loved ones, food and sunshine,
Gorgeous trees and art and flowers.

Details | Narrative | |


It's so mild in the quite suburbs
with rain falling in October,
and unable to sleep, I face 
insomnia for certain;
rain, keep on falling and let me hear
that steady, pelting sound on
the closed windows....a melody for
the saddest song should be written.

I must choose the right mood,
a minor scale to match this melancholy,
and a slow tempo growing into a crescendo,
and I could even throw in a scherzo;
and transport it with a C Major to smooth
some sadness out of the melody,
which tomorrow somebody
will hum, or whistle by learning the easy tune.

Hoping this song will be a hit,
thanks to the falling rain 
in October for the sudden inspiration...
when I couldn't think of anything else!
Wishing the rain would stop at six,
so I could see the rising sun across
the eastern sky and listen to the lark
that built his nest under my windowsill.

It's past sunrise, and the shimmering clouds hesitate to leave,
and with nothing to look forward to... I must believe
that the rain falling in October, 
can teach me the game of solitaire;
and pinned against my warm pillow,
I don't have anything to share but sorrow!
Flap your wide wings, friendly lark and repeat my song,
note by note; and without a lead sheet, I can't play it for very long...

Copyright by Andrew Crisci

Details | Free verse | |


Water falls all the way down
Breaking everything in it's path
I am the waterfall

Details | Kimo | |

New Year Money

Pots full of collard greens and blackeyed peas
Are surely Superstition's
Tastiest traditions.

Details | I do not know? | |

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!"

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? | |

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 | Verse | |

Oh, My Lord

(dedicated to innocent killings of Bagdad)

Oh, my lord, 
I don't know, 
What is true and wrong? 
You are only one, 
Who knows that all,
But I feel always pain. 
Please help me to forgive someone. 
So mercy can grow in my heart.
Please forgive my brothers and sisters. 
They have fight for nothing.
You only can serve peace,
I can’t walk through this bloodshed.
I have no such position,
That can strike the door of Nations,
So they can awake,
To see, the fire is break out.
Everywhere innocents are scattered in pieces.
I don’t know,
Why is my soul not accepting this all?

Details | I do not know? | |


Can you hear it calling?
It’s been trying to say
Come join and run through the moon light
Yes its the moon who is calling
Can you hear it calling?
I sure can
I am close to giving in
To the moon
It’s been calling all day
Even though its not out yet
Can you hear it calling?
It’s been lonely all this time
It only wants a friend
Can you hear it calling?
It wants to play with you
That’s why its been calling you
Can you hear its cry?
Cry for a friend

Details | Quintain (English) | |


Poor mockingbird, stay...
don't let thunderstorms bring you fear,
breadcrumbs are in the tray;
in my lap you'll be very near,
I can even wear a yellow rain gear.

Poor mockingbird, stay...
those cold snow days will finally wane out; 
lilies will bloom in early May,
and without the presence of doubt,
spring joy will overflow the smallest  heart.

Details | Free verse | |

Eire, the Green Eye

When I looked across the moor
I knew that I was home,
the rolling dusk setting upon my sea,
I looked down the cliff and saw the crashing waves,
and I knew that it was mine.
I felt the vagrant breezes, touching my cheek in jest,
and I knew that I was the wind's.
The moon rose silkily above my meandering streams,
and I cried tears of hope, silent , ageless hope.
I am the land, the green land,
the Green Eye of the Northern Seas.
I am Eire, great, beautiful, 

Details | I do not know? | |


Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Summer Solstice

Details | Free verse | |


Beauty holds meaning too many.
There is beauty in all.
Beauty is captured by eyes.
Love is true beauty forever.
Bonding two in glorious bliss,
Love is captured by the heart.
Enriched by the spirit,
Held in sync by touching,
Nature’s beauty is in all seen.
Embodiment, collectively,
In all stages of structure
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Amazing venues of events,
Each with beauty their own,
Empowering the next
Phase of magnetism.
What and who knows real true beauty.
Beauty to one is another’s,
Ugliness they cannot stand.
Eyes to eyes make a connection.
Heart to heart a bond forever
Mind to mind develops goal
Beauty of the soul guides
All couples, so serene.

Details | I do not know? | |

The beast and the meek-

Gently I did lie down beside the beast in 

the green pasture. Silently did I lie...

trembling in fear of the unknown and 

facing my greatest fear ever, we did both lie 

in silence in the green pasture... Scared to 

glance into the eyes of the beast, fearing 

it would devour me in just one bite. Silently 

we did both lie... finally I did look upon the beast; my 

fears now did start to subside... As I started to remembered 

my father’s promise to me. And the meek shall lie down with 

the beast and it shall come to pass that he would not eat the 

meek. Both the beast and the meek in perfect peace...

 in my father’s pasture did we both lie... silently in green 

pastures and in perfect peace, both the lion and the sheep.

Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Copyright ©2008 Jay Andrew Anderson-Taylor 

Details | Free verse | |

Moth Time

In a little old forest
there was a little old moth
who loved to bite
or he loved to love.
Because of this,
he went outside
and he started to sing
but an owl caught him 
before he could even get his voice near:

"So Screech - Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because you can't sing on this day
You have to sing tomorrow"

And the moth walked home 
as sad as he could be.

Then a little mohawk said:
"Don't worry I have a special treat for you"

and when he looked at the treat he became better.

The end.

(PS - this is Mama's note - Funny how everything gets better with a treat...  Quite remarkably like the writer of this 
lovely poem...  :)  )

Details | Haiku | |

Just After Daylight

Pale yellow full moon
So close seems that touching trees
Still shining this morn

Touch in distant lands
Come shine on ocean water
Touch this distant shore

(For you)

Details | Free verse | |



Expressions escape you,
never bound or similar~

Your identity changes
only in time, like flowers in
a never-ending meadow of dreams. 

Each heart beating in
different earth tones,
and your hands unify
the melodies of your soul.

Skin so delicate like
fresh powdered snow and cocoa
gracefully painting each
curve of your being.


We are all stars
that shine aloft the world
watching, waiting ~

Mother Moon has kept
us safe from harm,
and we help complete
atmospheric serenity.


Your eyes all contrasting~
Each strand of hair;
their own shade
and each smile varied,
but radiant.


any woman -  

Beautiful woman;
every woman.

Details | I do not know? | |


... said he never didE but said
know dice and know to know
why, you come this way.

I tried I cried with tear in eye
Blinking thinking through a day
Tones of change rearranged a
message, the Indian had to say...

Clef the chef reads to the left
and George was set to sing
Then along came a Cat with
Chaac too Bat, so I chose
to read again.

Come the fun a circus came a
bell was sound and a day was
Named. Kites float high in a
Wind blown sky and Light was
set to be heard... DO, the Path!
Flashed out loud and struck a
Coiled nerve.

Visions come and a Write was
song, sung by Mother Earth.
Channel hear vibrations there
It's Time to Love with Words.

Speak, it's free giving healing
Energy, sharing caring with
Memory, exploring doors within
corridors of

Details | Tanka | |


The finest line drawn-- 
Between silent stirs and sighs 
Of swaying roses 
In such perfection for myth 
Charmed by breath of a night wind

Details | Free verse | |

The Climb

The Climb
Up and up we
Climb up the spiral

Each step you take
You curse my

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

Nothing but
Peace is
On your face.

Climbing the
Lighthouse Was
Not a waste.

Details | Rhyme | |

A Child And Her Seedling Revisited

Imagining and thinking do you remember the past?
Did you foresee the links ability to last?
You’re a symbol of him and he’s the image of you,
Intertwining to one and growing separate two,

That seedling shows a will fighting hardship through time,
You siphon his strength when you’ve no will to survive,
You’re his heart and his soul for appreciating this life,
The security and warmth needed on iced wintry nights,

Your link forever bonded as life’s years drift away,
Yet your planting of him still feels of yesterday,
Now as one you’ll grow older and wiser with age,
Prepared for the future you compose life’s next page,

Imagining and thinking can you see your future?
Can you see the rewards that have been sown for you?
Go back to your childhood spend a day in your past,
You’re a symbol of him and he’s the image of you.

Details | I do not know? | |

My Favorite Place

As I lie down on the soft blanket of grass
That the earth has provided for me.
I feel it cradle me and drain away all uneasiness.

When looking up I see,
My favorite friend
The Willow tree,
Smiling fondly down at me.

I wonder what he is thinking
While dropping green kisses
That directly land on my body
My friend has intended for me.

The cool breeze from the water
Dances against my skin,
With soft ballerina slippers.
And the constant rustle of the leaves on the trees,
Is the symphony in which it performs.

There is a beautiful lake
That I love to look at.
I watch the numerous windsurfers
Gracefully gliding around
While the brilliant colors on their sails
Chase closely behind.

As always,
My mind starts to remember
The turning of the seasons
Will be here soon.
But the lasting memory of smell’s, sights and sounds
Carries me through
Yet another cold winter.

Until I am able to return
To my favorite place.

Details | Lyric | |

To Paint You

I can paint
You, in black 
And white
While the sky curls 

Your hair, with care
As swaying
Green of spring
In the garden

Between orb and rain
In rivalry

Yet, I chose
To paint you, with
Lush of 
My words


for poet Ernilando Tugaff

Details | Couplet | |

My Flying Mustang

Along time ago just the other day
I saw a magic horse who flew my way
Well all in all jackpot in hand
It flew me off to a distant land
A place where the Land meets the Sea
We landed there this horse and me
Somethings in life should not go to waste
Such was the beauty of this special place
Secluded and surrounded by sheer rock walls
With an abundance of beautiful waterfalls
Creating rainbows that filled the skies
Oh, This place was beautiful to the eyes
As I looked all around at the giant ferns
Into my heart this place did burn
While listening to the beat of the sea
We had a picnic this horse and me
Then down the beach we took us a walk
And without a word we had us a talk
Life is full of many wonderful things
Like my flying Mustang with golden wings

Written by Michaela and I

Details | Free verse | |

Animals Are The True Role Models

Animals love,
How beautiful it is, that love
unconditional and pure
like the wind, it blows regardless of who you are.

Animals love
they do not judge,
regardless of who you are,
like the sun kissing your skin,
they'll love you
fore all are worthy of the sun's kisses.

To find a love as pure as that is rare
in anything but an animal,
but I lead by example.

You may say what you will,
you may judge me,
you may insult me
and call me unworthy.
But I shall love you.

You may judge my wallet,
and judge me for a lack
but I shall love you.

you may look at my face,
and judge me ugly 
but I shall love you.

you may judge my character
or dislike my words
but I shall love you.

You may hate anything about me
and I shall love you just as strong

because this world is a beautiful place.
In its most pristine state, it is a place of love.
And life itself is a gift of love,
so everyone is entitled.

Animals love with innocence,
without boundaries or conditions,
animals fill this world with awe.

It's something to aspire for.
To love that purely, and without expectations.

In a world that's so focused on judging others,
on making them feel like they're less worthy of living
because of a technicality,  and yet coming home to an animal
who'll never judge them and love them forever,
 it's surprising how no one had figured out who the true role models should be.

It takes courage to be a good person in an evil world.
To follow your heart even when the world tells you that you need to conform to it's corrupt morals.
If more people dedicated themselves to loving like animals,
this world would be such a wonderful place to live,
...And true friendship wouldn't be as hard to find.

But in the meantime, if I'm screaming into the void,
 my words going unheard and unseen,
 if no one will love unconditionally
then I will love alone.

Details | Rhyme | |

One Little Hummingbird

I put out the feeder 
You come by to feed
You are a dear friend
One that I truly need
I love how you fly right up
Without any care
And the way you get so close
My face can feel your air
People who see it are amazed
They say that I’ve found Zen
As the Hummingbird gets even closer
And seems to kiss my chin
Know you are a special friend
One I truly love
And like our pets you truly are
A gift from God above

Details | Ballad | |


Yakomazlar acti
Vurulmus yildizlara
Bahcemde sardunyam
Sallandi gunun aksamina.
Yarim  elim  elinde
Yurunmemis adim
Alcanak yanaklarim
Konusulmamis aci
Bekledik durulsun agri

Kanayan gundogan
Biber bastik acimiza
Hep bir yoldan
Hep bir agizdan
Sevdik devsirdik
Elele yuruduk
Acinin umutlarina

Details | Rhyme | |

Walk with Heather

Heather and I took a walk,
Now Heather's a fine young pup,
She ambles along, and doesn't talk
And looks over, down and up.

Two squawking jays jabbered by,
One befor the other,
Laughing, crying, shrieking sigh,
Looking for another.

Flashing yellow,
Black bound border
Fleeting fellow,
Fluid order.

Details | Acrostic | |

All It Takes

Could all it take is 
A single person to 
Realize a twinkling star
Over the Milky Way, near the 
Little Dipper or Orion's
Belt to become
Recognized by some
Others who gaze in a 
World and sky
Near my own?  Thanks for looking.

Details | Free verse | |

Pilgrim Souls

Diamond tears are falling,
crystal streams of broken dreams,
lost on the horizon,
children in a driftwood jungle.
Pilgrim souls of brown and gold
shining in the autumn moonlight,
secret homecoming.

A shooting star scattered sparks all around us
as you buried me in the sand.
Magic dust for infant eyes,
the treasures we unearthed
laughing at the blues,
cheating time
and whistling in the wind.

Details | I do not know? | |

These are the days

Out for a walk late at night,
Bible reading by the river side
sitting under the stars
my hands in fear closed tight

Our voices carried far and wide
our laughs were lifted beyond the trees
echoes filled the air, the echoes of us three
and the rippling of the water tide

Wet grass soaked our newly cleaned jeans
weeds tickeled our hands
thirsty bugs crawled on our skin
A night right out of our wildest dreams

Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn's Solace

You weep because you feel unloved,
That your fate is of no concern
To the multitudes or that cherished one
For whose affection you yearn.
Your love is deep, and you’ve waited long  
For a word, a smile, or a touch;
And I am cursed with that special grief
Reserved for those loved too much.

Since our futures lie in mystery, 
And the past can’t be undone,
The orange lawn awaits us now
In the midday lemon sun.
Autumn may comfort our aching hearts,
Offer balm in its summer-soft air,
Let its glorious leaves caress our sleeves
And cling to our breeze-blown hair.

Details | I do not know? | |

The Wonder of Spring Downunder.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,

Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in 
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.

Time for the birds, bees and 
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.

A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows 
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.

Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
it's a time to let go for new

Details | I do not know? | |


Colors of crimson shatter vision
A timeless sight enters again a
Timeless flight of knowing when
Sounds of peace are to return.

Showers of Light are seen there
Timeless space when all is fair
And eternity shows a great hand
Colors of crimson to Create Again.

Showers of Life are seen there
Towers of space in midnight air
And eternity shows a great land
Colors of crimson signal return.

Calling desire from fires burn
Arranging day in space that turns
Towers of midnight winds yearn
Sounds of Creation come again.

Details | Rhyme | |

The chi wawa and the kitten

I have a Chi Wawa 
not much bigger then a cat
Jimmy is his name 
being vicious is his game
my son brought home a kitten one day
at first they didn't want to play 
then Jimmy decided to change his way
they grew together as being our pets
and each other was the least of threats
when one is away the other one cries
like they will never have good-byes
they lick each other here and there
they smell each other everywhere
they protect each other too
i know that when they are huddled
deep asleep and cuddled 
they are thinking of each other 
images of little kitten pups dance in their heads
"Will I get my food?" is the least of their dreads
they fell in love 
like it was destiny from above

Details | Light Poetry | |

' The Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but, No … That Was Not Me …

Those Sirens, Lured To Death
They Were Lethal Temptresses
Like Myth of Cursed Lilith
Or Like Real-Life, Eve Transgressed

They, With Beauty, and Beckoning Ropes Hung
Bound, Beguiled-Men in Rose-Blossom Arms
And Spoke with Honeycomb-Tongue
But Whose Hearts, Held Hidden Harm-Swarms …

No … I Should Not Be Compared
To Those, with Honor So Blurred
I Have Only Shared and Cared and Bared
… So, In What Way, Have I Erred ?

It Took Many Years To Be
And Much Salt-Water To Rinse Free
From What Others Say and See
And Drown Out Complexity

Yea, I Do Call, I Do Agree …
but, I Sing To The Brave and Eternity
And When I Pray … It Is Holy
And for A Soul's Safety, Only

Oh Yes, I Whisper, Clean and Sweetly
And My Tone Thrills or Trills So Softly
And My Voice Can Arch With Ecstasy
Or Timbrel in Throes – Dawn to Dusk, Sultry

And I Speak Words, As Perfumed Nard
Speak Words, That Leave A Silken, Silver Cord
Or Speak Words of Double-Bladed Sword
… After All, I Am A Female-Bard

And I Want To Learn and Recite More Victories
And Teach Each Other’s Verbatim-Stories
Discover Each Other’s Verbal-Mysteries
And God and My Lord’s Vocal-Oratories

And With The Moon, As Symbol-Shield of Light
Yes, I Rise To Conquer Oblivion-Nights
I Keep Faith and Courage, In Sight
Aglow for Good-Guys and Cowboy-Knights

I’m A Sensual-Woman, and of Sacred-Things
I’m Emotional, Yet … Aim For Deep-Think and Dreams
Now, Some Called The Lord A Glutton, for Eating and Drinking         ( Matt. 11: 19 )
So Some Call Me A Siren, ‘Cause They Want Me To Stop Speaking …

But, Worthy, Be The Ear, That I Speak To
And Shyly Cry and Whisper … My Secrets To
And If Only A True-Higher-Calling, Will Do
Then, I’ll Sound, That Siren, For You …

This Is The Siren Song, You Hear
 Not One, For You To Fear
My Volume, is not Too Loud, But Clear
Singing, Avoid Shadows, Avail Cheer ! !

No … I’m Not Some Fish-Tale Mermaid of The Sea
More Like A Lighthouse, Guiding To Rock, See:                         ( Deu. 32: 4 )
Ever Glowing, Ever Orbing … Audibly …
The MoonBee - Siren Odyssey

Once, A Time, I Was Accused To Be
Like A Siren of The Sea
As Ones In Ulysses’ Odyssey
but No … That ' Isn’t ' Me …

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 | Free verse | |

Insanity in the Sunlight

As The Sun Goes Down, My Eyes Go Wide,
Day's Exuberant Colors Dwindle And Hide.
New Moon Tonight, Rebirth Is Blissful,
No Stars To Shine From The Clouds Non Dismissal.
Birds Retire, Becoming Dormant In Flight,
Brings Upon A New Distinguished Life.
Cold Air Dancing To The Melodious Wind,
My Own Insanity Is My Only Nocturnal Friend.
Keeping Me Pleasured From Dusk Until Dawn,
Until The Sun Comes Forth, Old Friends Spawn.
As They Arise I Quiver With Constant Fear,
Pondering On Who Will Activate My Tears.
Away To My Throne, I Proceed In Thought,
My Heart, Content With The Morning, Distraught.
Eyes Go Closed, My Brain Stirs With Hope,
Knowing What The Suns Decline Will Provoke.
A Nighttime Of Wonderful Uncharted Trips,
And Goodnight The Final Passing Through My Lips.

Details | Free verse | |

The Sea

I stand alone on a beach

Wishing to be with you.

Hoping you will wrap me

In you warm embrace.

Now I walk to the water

It’s cold against my skin.

I wish for you to warm me.

The waves wrap around me

And I start wishing it was you.

I see the blue color of the water

And I long for your brown eyes.

The sun beats down on me

And I long to feel your skin.

Now I turn to leave the water

And there you are waiting for me

Showing me the way you love me.

You meet me at the water’s edge

And wrap your arms around me.

I feel your warmth against me

And we walk in to the sea.

Together forever.

Details | Rhyme | |

Flying Free

I see Him
He Stares Back
Nothing About Him
Is In Lack
He Steps Forward
And I Step Back
A Bond Is Formed
Just Like That

On His Broad Back
I Was Flying Free
Not Even God
Could Stop Me

I Step Back
And Say Goodbye
To The Wonderful Horse
That Helped Me Fly

Details | Couplet | |

Last gasp

Conjoined at the brain, bound at the hip
Two halves of one heart as we skip a beat
Inhale and exhale, though happy or sad
Reliving content days we never had
Roots planted firmly in gail force winds
Not breaking, but bent by futile beginnings 
Crooked, but growing from much needed rain
One sided, outranking the undeserved pain
Screaming and shouting, silently led astray
Deafening whispers while breath wastes away
Struggling for air amidst hurricane wrath
The end is in sight, we’ve chosen our path
Compassion while hoping that mercy is shown
Air lifted when sand or snowstorms blow
A vacuum absorbing ill fated defeat
Bloated paranoia swept from its feet
Balloon shaped, soaring on wings with a song
Two wind chimes hitching a ride all along
Winds of change will sing of a tale
Of a sail filled with wind or a wind filled sail
That brought to shore a limitless supply
Of peace and wisdom and undying pride

Floating on loveboats brought in by the tide

Details | Lyric | |

A Willing Heart

Oh, the way a 
poem rhymes
on a sheet of green of stolen memories
at the end of day
or the coming of night

is tinged with
wisdom of a falling leaf, yelling 
in great silence, where only
a willing heart can hear!

Details | Verse | |

How can we define?

What is human nature and how can we define?
Human nature is adorable and understandable.
Human nature is actionable and appreciable.
Human nature is appraisable and affectable.

Human nature is affable and affectionable.
Human nature is admissible and admireable.
Human nature is approachable and affordable.
Human nature is achievable and adjustable.

Human nature is believable and blameable.
Human nature is breakable and sustainable.
Human nature is courageable and capable.
Human nature is correctable and changeable.

Human nature is criticisable and compatible,
Human nature is corruptible and comparable.
Human nature is careable and curable.
Human nature is comfortable and collapsible.

Human nature is credible and creditable.
Human nature is debateable and demonstrable.
Human nature is dreamable and digestible.
Human nature is detectable and dyeable.

Human nature is discernible and discerptible.
Human nature is delightable and creatable.
Human nature is eligible and forcible
Human nature is flexible and fallible.

Human nature is functionable and freightenable
Human nature is fashionable and enjoyable.
Human nature is gullible and greedable.
Human nature is honourable and habitable.

Human nature is heartable and hopeable.
Human nature is irritable and incredible.
Human nature is indelible and irascible.
Human nature is invisible and irresistible.

Human nature is incorrigible and imaginable.
Human nature is irresponsible and loveable.
Human nature is legible and liable.
Human nature is likeable and mistakable.

Human nature is memorable and amusable.
Human nature is negligible and navigable.
Human nature is noticeable and negotiable.
Human nature is ostensible and originable.

Human nature is perceptible and plausible.
Human nature is predictable and peaceable.
Human nature is presentable and questionable.
Human nature is quotable and responsible.

Human nature is reliable and definable.
Human nature is readable and reproducible.
Human nature is retainable and recognisable.
Human nature is rememberable and sensible.

Human nature is supportable and suppressible.
Human nature is surpriseable and suspectable.
Human nature is tangible and tillable
Human nature is thinkable and terrible.

Human nature is tryable and trustable.
Human nature is tolerable and unstoppable.
Human nature is vulnerable and acquirable. 
Human nature is liveable and smileable. 

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 | I do not know? | |


There's a siren calling out my name/beckoning profoundly
As I bask in warm surroundings/hear its harmony
Its sharp song sails thru me like an awkward breeze/I wander
Wondering when its sound will cease to be/and it seems to me it wont
There's a siren calling out my name/reminds me I'm alive
Gets me thru hard times/and opens up my eyes
I like its sound just fine/find it soothing
using wind to wisper in my ears/
There's a siren calling out my name/sets my world a flame
A passion so intense/A sense of great accomplishment
It blows my name like kisses in the air/carefully caught by tender lips
Shivering under my finger tips/
There's a siren calling out my name/feelings growing stronger
Deep as any sea/frequently I feel it calling me
siren seduced me mentally/pleased me physically 
Without a question got my full attention/
There's a siren calling out my name......

Details | Free verse | |


The game, our game
Played by daughters of Eve
Sand-witching sons of Adam in their laps
No man ever had good tales to tell 
When gagged by the Sharon’s daughters
Indeed the serpent of our time  
Our game, their game, the people’s game. 

Alayande Stephen T.
11th February 2007

Details | Blank verse | |

Greedy Ol' Da

What do you want for your birthday dad?
How about a table at Queen’s Surf
Sipping a mixed drink
Listening to the Chief of Police 
Singing a song
As a sliver moon 
Crests Diamond Head
Red Gold

Or a day on Mac’s lobster boat
Following Novi dog
To keep from underfoot
Enjoying the company
Of fellow travelers
Both joyfully aware

Greedy  Old  Dad
Settling for Now

Details | Haiku | |


Yellow, white blossoms
Along the barbed wire and posts-
Air drips with nectar

Details | Dramatic monologue | |

A Note to a Sister

To you, my lovely Hermie

You can be the star 
That shines bright at night;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the bird’s song 
That fills the air of early morn; 
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the Angel’s trumpet 
That welcomes the first cockcrow;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the alabaster rose 
That blooms in the Master’s garden;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be the mountain 
That chants lullabies in soft falsetto;
If, you wanted to be.

You can be anything…
And, you can have everything;
If, you wanted to be.

If, and only if… 
You ask all of these, 
Only, in the name of our God.

One thing thou, sure, I know…
You’re one of the backbones 
Of His sacred choir.

Come, O come, let us sing 
The hymns of praises, in one voice
For the Lord’s rejoicing.

Remember thou, O lovely Hermie
If, you choose to be the alabaster rose, 
Be the flower, not the prickly thorn.
‘Tis my wish for you, O my sister
Greet me, O greet me, with a holy kiss
For I am your brother, in Christ.

Details | I do not know? | |

lively sonnet

falling water dancing palms
soft warm sun caressing
floating bubbles in procession
slowdancing morning time in years

so the music of the light
in staunch defiance of endless night
helps to capture and enfold
sparkled rapture to behold

a loaded candle for the soul
feeds ravenous on joy of life
ebbs and flows of breathing tide
someone close to be beside

what more indeed could anyone
but need to carry on

Details | Quatrain | |

Houston, Dawn.

Just like the blanket pulled up over morning
sliding down off of the sun
A stretch of the air through the wings of the night
remembers us when we were young
Stiff from still sleeping the world starts to spin
and we steady our feet to inspire
More than one nod to the sky with our prayers
directed and spiraling higher
We are the mirrors to morning's reflection
We still assure her she's ours
We never let her get down and discouraged
sleeping with moon dust and stars
She is the soothing to insomnia
She is the get up and go
She holds our hands on the cloudiest days
when winter odd winds start to grow
Just like the matchstick lit up in the dark
shadows in orange, softened and sweet
we are in shadows 'till the blanket is pulled
and the sunshine rolls over to waken from sleep
Every new hour of life and of love
starts with the crack of her smile
Dawn of horizons, new morning hope
to bathe in and relish a while...

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 | Free verse | |

I have a voice that sings again

I have a voice to sing again
It is all that matters now
A channel to take the flood of rain
To swell beneath lbow
I have a voice to sing again
The feathers of pain are freshly grown
Tumult within pours out again
Parables given life on their own

On the sand the turtle crawls
And flashes light against the waters flesh
Sunset soothe our labor, and the palls
Break while swallows so wildly thresh
Through the mesh of twilight and thought
I have a song to sing again
The elfs my love in their thicket has caught
The water is the turtles true domain 

I have a voice to sing again
Winter making summer's rhyme
The wind to take away complain
The child to play in any clime
Joy left me to the thunder dancing
Peace finds me singing in the rain
And songs like evening's tide rising
Inside the voice that sings again

Details | Blank verse | |


Touchless tips of fingers 
Cracked with worn down nails
space reaching clutching
roiling clouded twisted fate
Late as usual 
Lost as usual
adrift in dreamless hope
breathlessly searching for familiarity
Using memories to light avenues
In  leaf blown swirls of seasons passed
Standing barefoot in fresh raked shavings
Inhaling dusty warmth
Tears form and fall 
In streams of uselessness                                                             
Let this be yesterday
As reaching thoughts
Stretch endlessly
Soft nostrils blow warm comfort
As horse sensed feelings

Details | I do not know? | |

Thanks and Comments

Thank everyone who responded to my daily insanity today.  A few quick notes;
Vince- thank God we have people like you to defend the country, and keep the 
cops from eatting ALL the donuts. You had me rollin'!
Sandra- what seperates the two?  Maybe they are head and tails on the same 
Sharon- yes, when it comes to Quantum Physics, I too like it in small quantums.
Much of it is counter-intuitive, like most marriages.
Ps- I like my sushi well done.
Happy day to all, tom.

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 | Enclosed Rhyme | |


I'm looking for a place, in the human race. 
Where gentle people I can trace. 
A soft spoken friendly type.
Would be just right. 
Where I can be as I want. 
Not pretend, to be better than my Aunt. 
A paradise is there. 
Where beautiful women dare. 
To parade in super markets and stores. 
Not beauty salons, like cat walk whores. 
Where to be natural is the way. 
Loving nature every day. 
I took flight,  in the middle of the night. 
Without a dime, left all that was mine. 
I did  the things I had never done. 
Like going out in the midday sun. 
Like working hard.
No more the office fart. 
The friends I made were genuine and true. 
Not like the ones I knew. 
I had no belongings or cash. 
That made no difference,  did not clash. 
Freed from possessions, and the bank. 
At last I was free to live, and thank. 
My friends in Utopia. 


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I speak to the wind
And the wind speaks to me
I whisper its name
And its name sets me free

I spread out my arms
Like a flesh crucifix
And it lifts me up high
It, becoming my wings

I whisper my thoughts
In the air to the wind
It takes them up high
It absolves all my sins

So I stand all alone
With the trees who are kin
And together we wait
We wait for the wind

I look at the trees
They don’t dance, they don’t sing
Then along comes a breeze
Who belongs to the wind

The trees spread their arms
To be touched by the wind
And their leaves spring to life
Now they dance, now they sing

So I spread out my arms
Like the trees, because I’m kin
And I feel so alive
Because I speak to the wind

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Mosquito Hum

Dry afternoon, floating breeze upon the hips of the earth
Languid bodies in lawn chairs awaiting rebirth
or the hum of mosquitos
to signal it's time to go in.

To go in, to forget about this perfect afternoon, this ecliptical night
Lips to sip wine out of Waterford crystal, plastic forks to go with the plates.

Squirrels sneaking up to drink water off the pool cover
Tree like the four corners of the world shading us
We have no brain power on this lazy day and a conversation of this tree ensues
It's west limb is a menace to the house, the roof, and all mankind in general.
The consensus is split sharply in two.  Half say: "Tear it down" in murmurs about forthcoming monster storms,
half groan in disgust at the thought of killing a living thing.
A lone peach from the neighbors tree has tempted us on "our" side of the fence 
-this too is talked about in great detail, as the earth spins, the tide pulls, we age silently, night taps us on the 
shoulder, the mosquitos hum - and with our dry eyes, just adjusted to the dark, we bid good night...

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A Day

He never thought
A day will come
Over his thirty years service,
He will be insulted
And kicked out
By his junior owner,
Last full week
Weather was freezing all,
But the junior owner
Enjoyed the whole week
With his feather pillows
And a healthy young body,
Delivered his message
A young lad came always
With his new order,
But a poor old life,
Feeds the cattle’s
And removed their mess.
It was a sunny day,
The sheep’s were grazing 
In the field,
He was standing on the rock
Looking into the sky
And speaking with someone,
I never seen you
But you are great.
Nobody had control
This Air is free,
I can breathe freely
Can sing and talk
I always embraced 
When it came to me,

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Waiting for Imbolq

These days belong to snow and cold.
The leaden heart and ashen skies
Conspire with the dark
That steals the hours daily
Settles us into an unquiet peace.

Showing sense,
Creatures burrow down into their dens
And slip into their deathlike sleeps.

If we could, we'd follow them,
Down into our inner deeps
To dream away the darkness
'Til the first new leaf awakens, unfolding
To greet the first green day again.

But this is not our way,
And so we walk, half conscious,
Treading lightly as we can;
Our Mother resting now,
This is the time to wait
The time to watch over her,
To stand sentinel beside her Consort,
That wildeyed one who fills the shadows
And burns in the blackness between the stars
That shine like ice in silent, absolute Command.

When the Christians hold their Candlemas
We'll light our tapers too.
Within ourselves and across the lands
The light will spread
As the neverending game of Life and Death,
Of Love and Loss,
Is taken up again.

The Wheel rolls on,
My Brethren, my Loves -
Even in the silent dark.

Whisper to one another the words you'll wish you'd said, later
One to another through the sleeping silence
'Til Imbolq comes, my Brethren,
'Til Imbolq comes, my Loves.

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My Thinking Tree

There is a place i used to go
a place i longed to be
i remember it like yesterday
and hold it dear to me
it is my young thinking tree

when i mustered the courage
to give climbing a try
my Dad boosted me upwards
and i felt like i could fly
it is my early-start thinking tree

when i was still a child i would
explore the top to the best of my ability
pretending to be Indiana Jones 
and sparked by curiousity
it is my adventurous thinking tree

but it earned its worthy name
by the long hours i'd spend
just sitting and pondering
as assurance it would lend
it is my motherly thinking tree

in later life stages
of trouble and resent
my tree would embrace me
in loving branches of consent
it is my protective thinking tree

or i would recall life's simple joys
remaining there all day
and also its misfortunes
hoping forever there i could stay
it is my day-dream thinking tree

when time came to leave the house
one fateful summers night
i passed an hour in that tree
then finally bid it good- bye
it is my dear friend thinking tree

often i'd return
home to find it there
and in joyful amazement
i'd gaze at it and stare
it is my memorable thinking tree

my chest would pound
my heart, skip a beat
smiling at its inviting colors
sending tingles to my feet
it is my wild, impulsive thinking tree

but after seasons faded
many a time over again
my tree grew old and ill
its sickness, i could not mend
it is my weathered thinking tree

and upon that dreaded day
when my tree, dead it lied
part of my childhood taken away
when with it, my heart died
it is my sorrowful thinking tree

long years passed
until the end did rise
my time had come
as the light leapt from my eyes

and as i traveled through sky
to heaven i was bound
something caught my attention
i couldn't believe what i had found

my thinking tree alive as ever
my good and faithful friend
hoping for my company
and waiting until then

as i grasped it tenderly
and flung into its arms
salvations light spread over me
home was finally where my heart was

but this was not the end
there is yet more glee to the story
for my tree no longer had room for only one
but now seated many to share in my glory
it is OUR timeless, life-giving thinking tree

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Showing of Stars

Silence and shooting stars
Icycle wind
Spins me in every way
Beckons me in
Night of the deepest blue
Moon on my face
Air of the mountains
mingled with space
Winter is on the wings
Let's sip the silence
I'm filled with shooting stars
nature's compliance
Pines on the evening watch
Protectors elite
You by my side
makes this moment complete...

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The Spring sun's warming rays surround me
Swirling breezes caress me softly
Gently the river kisses the stones at my feet
Nature's wooden warriors line the shore
Standing guard over this hidden treasure

Playful squirrels, their child-like charges
Scurrying busily to and fro
Amidst the enchanting concert
Beautifully borne by Earth's winged wonders

This tranquil serenity embraces me
Captures me
Holds me

Its beauty untouched

Except for the lover at my side. 

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Just a Second, Mable Applebee

I'll meet you in the backyard
with chinaberries and tea
with cut-offs on and marigolds
and photographs to be
We'll dig a trench and tunnel
We'll run through sprinklers too
We'll tangerine the afternoon
until the sky is blue
The world will whirl around us
the summer bolting by
We'll lay on woolen blankets
and blow kisses at the sky
We'll plant another fig tree
and push around our thoughts
'till they all line up in obedience
and produce the goods they've brought
If you will speak a story
then I will hum a song
and maybe the birds on the back phone line
will fly on down and sing along
If we can muse the day light
to bite a chunk off the moon
then maybe the day will unravel away
on this perfect afternoon...

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Planted along side a very cold dirt road, and fertilized by deception,hate,anger,and malice 
wondering why  I wouldn't grow.  The people who had fertilized me stood and watched for 
a pat 
on the back for show.  They  watched me fall apart and break in the sun's hottest days, 
watching everyday to see me wither away in so many terrible ways, I wish that I could have 
seen brighter days!  They came to check on me only to see me down, but when I didn't , 
fertilized me again with ingredients to break me right back down!  A CHANGE MUST 
have been rooted up, and placed on a special ground, fertilized by  special people in my 
yeah thats what's going down!  They manicured my branches, they watered my thirst, 
waited to 
see me blossom and come up with a mighty burst.  A CHANGE HAS COME!   They came 
nursed my branches, they nursed my leaves but most of  all they nursed me, protecting 
shielding me from all the horrible mess, thats what God do for you when he send others 
complete all the hard test.  So now I'm this beautiful flower blossoming thru and thru with 
blessed people in my life who took good care of me with their love which was all so true, 
so why 
am I still so blue?  A CHANGE HAS 

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Big John

Big John, what a man
Fishin' rod in his left,
a gun in the other hand,
Smart as a whip,
I'd bet he's got one of those, too
Don't piss him off,
He'd as well kill, as cough,
And in his mighty Toyota
He can make that truck thunder,
I worked with him,
Or almost, anyway,
We could never be serious
We suffer from mental decay,
We'd sit and argue
About Dunken Donuts,
And Krispy Kreme,
There aeration ratios
On cruellers,
See what I mean??

So if you meet
the only red-neck in Yonkers,
Don't doubt your senses,
You're not going bonkers.

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Lizard With Suntan

Big fellow
your tan is so dark
I thought you were
a mouse!

Out of the corner
of my eye
you darted
into the bushes
so fast
your form
was just a dart
from Cupid's arrow
that missed my heart.

I'm sorry I scare you so
I guess we could
never be

Sheila Kathryn Barrera

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The Wind's Soul

The wind once whispered a calming song
Describing the importance of every second that ticks away
It spreads a tale all over the world
Yet, some notice that lovely rhyme

It is so harmonious that it has so many doves
Accompanying it wherever it flew
For it adored the beautiful rhyme

Kids run along and play with it
Chuckling and laughing so loud
But, as they grew up, they simply forgot
About the grateful friend they had
They drifted to work and never had the time
To rest and listen to its song

It waited for someone to come and play
But they never appeared
It got so sad and lonely 
That blisters approached
And tears dropped from the sky up high

One day, the wind heard a chuckle
And a voice that called from down below
Quickly, it flew to observe and discover 
The source of that pure voice

At the front door of a house
A kid stood waving at the wind
Inviting it to play with him

A smile appeared on the wind's face
As its song played so loud
And the life of happiness filled it again

It met new friends that adored to play
But, it was afraid it'll lose them again
So, they carved on a tree
Their names so clearly
So that they'll never forget
The times they spent
Playing in the open field...

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A change in system

When I were a child,
My brothers and sisters
Get education in separate schools.
Girls were in Girls schools,
Boys were in Boys school.
Also their teacher male 
And female was separate.

After 16 years old, they join,
College on their choices.
They were fully grown up,
And able to understand relations.
Their desires excited them to write,
A letter, and their vocabulary and
Nature provided knowledge of love.

Love was their base of living,
When they get married,
A choice was in their mind,
A choice of enjoyment,
A choice of Living,
Childhood was a learning institute,
Respect was a meaning in family.

Time was very quiet and desires 
Of love was hidden growing.
There was a choice to see each other,
When co-education taken place,
Attraction of beauty has lost,
A meaning of growth and lost
A chapter to understand relations.

Physically harassment and mentally,
Exploitation grew up in modern society.
A child is a mother of a child,
A child fails to protect a family life,
Tension and burden compels them,
To use extra smoking and drinking,
So they can live in peace with pills.

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my heaven in the sand

i found my heaven in the sand with you
peaceful waves lapping on the beach
your hand and your heart within my reach
sun on my face, breeze in my hair, 
your head in my lap, resting there
skies so blue, hearts so true
friends and more we've opened doors
we found the chance for true romance
i found my heaven in the sand with you
i think that you have found yours too
don't be afraid to follow your heart
everyone has troubles but you have to start
to let yourself feel something so real
in the sand with you i felt alive and free
part of you is what i want to be
let go of your fears, call me and i'll be right there
holding on to my heaven i found in you

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Love Continues

You tricky tricky little Love,
I had you in my grasp.
The sun was shine, the smell
divine, then you leap and
made me laugh...

Silly again, your flight in Time,
But I'll chase you just the same.
Tis too much fun
my shining sun
To love your mind thru game.

Your flight is like a little light,
and your trail a widdle milky...
but nay, say J, this
hinders me not...
as I spin a widdle silky...

I Love our chase thru,
A little maze, a little phrase,
and I so do love the rhyme.
So leap my dear, my 'ittle frog,
I chase you in deLight, thru
all of Time and all our kind,
We play and continue, Our flight.

~It was never, pay and continue to fight~


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... is wHere the Hearth is...
where the Earth is is
where our Heart is.

... This is.
How we Hear
with our Art
sharing Warmth
Write from stArt... 

... Two Be. The ;pArt, This is.

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For a friend

That was my mistake you remind me ever.
You used me for a mistake you are clever.
You never thought I work hard for my desire,
You threatened me if I refuse you will open a fire.

Could you remind me if you know one single?
Who didn’t commit a mistake in his life jingle?
What was new if someone has a wife?
What is bad if someone has respect for a height?

What will think society if love is so wrong?
Who will care for pain if no respect and how long?
We need someone helpful who can serve better?
Who likes such a person if he is as Hitler?

Change your attitude and learn about pain,
A person who is in tension seeks help for brain?
If a wife cares much better no needs for a friend,
If a friend hears carefully a person has a bend.

 Everyone prefers to live no need pressure,
Who likes to live in tension if relation is crasher?
If someone asks permission for explanation,
We need to stop argument we need not tension.

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The Great Circle

How much do I love you?
I've played to know.
Let me count the ways,
All the ways I can show,
You my Love...

First there was one
and by one she stood.
Two came along,
an expansion of love.
Then three held hands
near a willow tree,
As four sang carols
to the humming bee.
Five was there,
like a guiding light...
Finally, we recognized Six.
And we stopped the fight.
Seven was right,
there are Eight 
gates in Heaven.
Nine sang divine,
And ten at the 'end'...?
Was a mistaken, eleven.

Twelve chimed "New Time".
And Ophiuchus was restored,
To Her, proper place of Mind.
Among Friends,
In the Great Circle.

Ophiuchus  is a large constellation located around the
celestial equator. Its name is Greek for 'snake-holder', and it is commonly represented as
a man grasping the snake that is represented by the constellation Serpens....

"~Charming story..."

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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

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A Sinking Boat

At that time when a person,
Delivers his service in right hands,
Opposition becomes a stronger,
An enemy to stop developing action.

They have frightened for a chance,
Losing their esteem to see cracks,
Power is dreaming a quiet distance,
Flames are burning in a corner.

They feel if we shall talk a subject,
A leakage of an idea is enough, 
To puncture their carriage,
As travelling in a sinking boat.

A talented person has a vision,
That is sufficient for fraternity,
He is running on a high speed, also
His fellows fail to co-operate him.

They feel safety if he lost his grip,
They can trap a direction in sandquick.
Working hard or slow, only confidence,
Can win a struggle of past for future.

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@ Eight, right?...
~Was I late, dear, with the light?
This was done, by the year
of last night. I tapped your
shoulder once in flight.

@ Eight. It is Write.
I went left in the sight
of you. I heard Three
at the little gem tree
and when I ran, I ran
and fell, into two.

Then I saw through,
Little riddle in the sea,
of the Clue. Is this,
....your shoe?

Eight, I tempted fate.
Write, into the Light.
Mighty wind...
Three heard Again.

And he said to Me....
Hear Four, the Wind...
Near Here, The Bend...
We Care and We Mend.
Eight Write Flight,

Did you catch that?
!~Kitty Cat?

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relax your mind

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

boy im feelin you
im hungry for you
if you do it right
a sista, might cook for you

plz dont say a word
im takin over (yeah) "word"
ima take it slow
up and down
i grind real slow

you climbing up the stairs
until ive reached my peak
you plugged real deep
then you erupted me

creme filin, oozin
my mind im, losin
i like the way you take control
this feelin-taken over me

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we can do it all night

relax your mind
cause its about that time
tonite we bump and grind
we cant waste no time

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The Anger of Nature

When danger comes, 
Mind feels fear,
And sends attention to the nerves,
To protect a body.

This is natural process,
Internal nature gets this message,
From external nature,
And provides indications for safety.

A person can’t do so fast,
As mind does it for a life.
You can blame me or I can blame you,
Nature also blames a person.
When he does wrong.

Nature gave a punishment,
To its power controlling body,
A person is safe, until he co-operates nature,
He falls ill when he obeys natural system.

What a nature can do,
Rain, earthquake, cyclones, tsunamis,
Tornado is the anger of nature,
Nature delivers when a man refuses him.
Who protects him on the Earth?

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When a Heart weeps

(Dedicated to democratic values)

A valentine day,
Or a commitment of love,
A progressive method,
To break down fractions,
Between two partners,
Or two friends,
They love eachother,
To understand a living,
The meaning of social existence.

Only a flower,
Or a card,
Presents love,
Where words smiles,
As fragrance of a flower,
And soul woos to another soul,
In the depth of a heart,
And follow a path of faith,
Mercy and forgiveness develops.

When a political group,
Announces hooliganism,
Or a fanaticism of a religion,
To attack on lovers,
To stop expression of hearts,
What are relationships in the educationalists?
Also following a warning of a terrorist group,
And prohibited students in Mumbai,
N’t to celebrate a Valentine day.

On the other channel a television,
It has broadcasting of Hindu Saints,
To merge Adiwasis (untouchables),
Back to Hinduism,
Who were converted Christians,
And saints were preaching,
Not to follow a path of terrorism,
What is a definition of democracy?
Or a feudal system is strengthen,
In a part of the World in India.

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I Wanted A Poem, Like This One

O, Mes Cher Amis! Such, I wanted 
A poem, so sweet, like this one;
A poem, so beautiful, like a fir
That grows and suits all seasons.

A poem so well penned; its words,
Sinking into the Earth’s heart year by year
And the rhyming, like a birdsong
Flowing into me above other forms.

Ahh, I can feel the words chime, 
Digitally reaching for my passion 
And heading for the understanding
That will hold my weary spirit.

If I sense the world is streaming down
Or, when the yellow orb won’t shine on, 
Will you take me without doubt and then 
Uplift me, from great pain to this poem 

That covers me like fine clothing---
We share, as the wind its gentle breeze,
As the wild dandelion its yellow hues,
As the Mother Earth its carpet of green?

Oui, Mes Cher Amis! Such, I wanted 
A poem, like this one; a poem that will 
Always be sweet and beautiful, like you 
Whenever I’m in the pangs of loneliness.

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Winter's Little Love

A hoary blanket lies across the ground
and the children love to be bitten in frost.
I watch the young girl purse her lips to purple
and still she enjoys the Winter bitterness.
In her fluffy pink mittens, she gathers a ball
made of crystals and dust- glowing under the sun.
And one toss becomes two or three to the boy
who eyes at her, blushing a red rush across his cheeks.

The day becomes night, and still over the hoary
blanket of Winter's bitterness, they played.
But I call in my daughter, and boy's father calls his son.
They wave good-bye, and eye to eye they gleamed.
Their young little love formed like a delicate crystal flake,
so fragile and so fun as it lasts.
And as winter goes, the snowflake melts all the way so fast.

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there is something in thunder that comforts,
and no one knows why.
the sudden urge to run nude through the forest,
not understanding the need to cry.
nature calls out in agony,
my soul aches knowing your not here with me.
then agian there is something,
and in the something i cant explain...
but, oh how my heart burns in pain.
yet everything is fine as agian i hear,
quite rain dew gather and the sound of earths beating heart near.

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Summers Picking Blackberries

Nicks, cuts and scratches
Stepping, reaching carefully-
Blurple stained buckets!

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We Are The Flowers

Serene and vast,
are the fields of our earth,
colors of life,
rejoice giving birth.
Hillsides of foliage,
provides shelter for some,
as the planets still spin,
a mystery every one.
All sizes, and shapes,
God made us all,
colors of beauty,
short, and tall.
A Masterpiece He made,
for love, and peace,
we are the flowers,
you, and me.

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Oh Boy

I feel like I can fall in love with you all over again
I see you're happy now
with your new friends
I can see it through pictures.

It seems so weird
There's this world of friends
That always find time to hang out 
with each other
no matter what day it is.
Always going to their house
I know I'll never be part of this.

And that's how I know summer's coming
I'll get lost and I'll be forgotten.
I would have to start the converstaion
who knows what world I'll be in

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Waiting for You

The Country Mart broods over caverns 
of lemon ices, and a logging truck 
grinds the grade, and the tall pines 
point at a half-moon in the mid-
morning sky that nobody else seems 
to notice, except me, and I’m 
just waiting.

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My Perfect Rainstorm

To be trapped
and surrounded by water
that's what I want
For it to be raining so much
that I can't go anywhere 
I have to stay
and let it be a part of me
To feel nothing
and no one would know the difference
except for those that love me

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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.

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Out Here

out here on the bumping ocean
cutting bait trying not to swallow
two quick tokes and pass it back
lines to set and dog to follow
mouth so dry and don't dare  hack
world seems up and down forever
anchor holding tied to buoy
Finders beeping skipper's leaping
grabbing line and quick to set
I've snapped the end onto the main line
Now I'm pulling in the rest
No time to watch him fighting fury
Decks to clear to pass his test
He's the captain judge and jury
Not a word has passed his lips
I take the wheel and keep us headed
into ever rising waves
Later we'll retrieve the anchor 
and tie the buoy in proper place
But for now we sip in rancor
The shark we caught  was not a tuna
Out here the beer has better taste

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intoxicated in nature,
intranced by the colors of summer as she beacons...
blues, reds green....
running through grass chasing my worries away in the green...
intoxicated by the words,
inveloped in the wisdom and soaking it all in...
whites, browns green...
as seeing through your eyes into knowledge of green...
pages turning about a new way of life,
in sounds, words, love for communication of intellegence...
intoxicated by life.

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Dying to Touch

She never thought why have I wanted to be a good man?
I want to do a better so I can prove I am her lovely fan.
She never thought: she has rejection of my nature,
I love her because I want to improve my future.

What are her nature, what and how she liked to do?
I work to find out my life wants to get through.
It is a matter of heart that he likes and rejects,
It is a matter of eyes that they rejects and selects.

If I am annoyed when someone goes to tease her,
If I am waiting for her when she goes a little far.
Few things happen suddenly I am trying to understand,
What human has different why he likes a special brand?

Something is missing from us that we have a fight.
We are learning to decide who is wrong and right?
Waves are coming and dying to touch a shore,
She likes cooperate but what is in your lore?

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The moment I laid my eyes on you, I knew that we would become great friends.
Tranquility of peace bathing on the waters of life.
Your gentle eyes shining brightly upon the man-made river, and the calm breezes from the 
You have become my mentor, my king upon all mankind.
Your strength to pursue the "heights".
As I dream of better, my mind swiftly draws on you, your courage, your masterful yet 
whimsical  projection of another land full of mystery and ambition.
As I am still guarded, I find myself dwelling in the mystic land of yours.
Show me the way to your moment in me your passion.

Copyright2005. J.Mallinson

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After Dusk

A roaring laughter of all walks of life;
The glittering faces and the salsa beat 
Of Mardi Gras, seals the two-way lane 
With such unrelenting hope;
With maturity and humanity; 
That is shown, elegantly, after dusk.

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I Took a Walk with You

I took a walk with you this morning, for you invited me.
I am glad I had accepted, for it gave tranquility.

The peacefulness upon the path, that we both chose to take,
was ever so amazing and one not to forsake.

We heard the chirping of the birds; saw the rising of the sun.
We welcomed morning upon the earth and peace for everyone.

With hopes and joy and carefree thoughts, we ventured on our way
and were thankful for, the two of us, His gift, this very day.

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Oh, No

Where am I?
What happened to me?
Am I?
Oh, No.
I must need to go.
No, you need to see Doctor.
Doctor: what for?
I am alright,
I must need to go.
Someone attacked on you, 
Ambulance picked in emergency 
From the road,
In a sub-conscience position,
Overnight, you was in clinic
Oh no, 
Why is it happened to me?
There was my flight, yesterday
I was flying with my girlfriend,
I remember, I stop 
To buy a bunch of flowers,
She reminded me, 
Not to be late today,
If you came as usually
It may cost to you.
Oh, no
Someone attacked on me, 
Not only injured 
But robbed my life,
My new house, 
A dream of marriage 
Oh, no
But I shall write to her.
I trapped in a bad time,
Please excuse me, 
Only this time,
Sorry, you are too late
She replied.

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Dedicated to Wendy MacDonald from Australia

2. There is Autumn 

in the Australia, in the Russia

The red-haired Autumn has come to Russia.

She has painted all the leaves 

of the trees 

with gold colour.

The Wind and the Rain love her very much.

She dances the Parting Waltz

With them both.

At just this time, leaves 

are departing from their trees.

They are beginning their own dance,

named «Fall of the Leaf».

Then Autumn is singing

her lullaby-song

for orphaned trees,

for stray dogs and cats,

for the damp rain,

for the sparrows and crows,

And for the frozen earth, too.

Autumn is singing her lullaby-song

about the tropical, hot country, Australia 

Where there are eucalyptus,

And fern forests, the Pacific ocean,

And the mysterious mountains.

In this magic country live kind, funny friends:

Kangaroos, Koalas, Cockatoos, and Emu.

Now they are dreaming about Russian Autumn:

in her corona from yellow leaves,

in her red rowan’s beads,

and with her favourite friends:

with wind, and sorrowful rain. 



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Blood Kissed

Roll out of bed
Watch the sun
Rise up from
The end of the sky

Fog coming up
Waterway still
Nature is quiet
At this hour

The equator makes way
Up into the sky
The happiest thoughts
Fill the beginning of a new day

Meanwhile, I hear a baby cry
And the beautiful voice
Of a mother's lullaby

Hushed by the tender notes
Soft words spoken in rhythm
Infant child begins to smile
Filled up with joy

I hear a knock at the door
Aw, my sugar coated thoughts
Quickly disappear

Door opened
There stands my neighbor
Pot of tea in hand

We sit down together
Sipping tea
Catching up on our lives
Through the most pleasurable conversation

The sun continues to rise
Like a flag being pulled up
There it is
Sailing half staff
Making its way through the clouds

I step out into the day
Rays stretched across the sky
Then down upon me

Sun rays jet through my blood stream
Kissing my veins all the way down
From head to toe

A burst of energy
Has struck over me
On my way
Another happy day

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The psyche thrives on the diversity of their existence.

No path is ever the same;

the littlest difference from one to antoher.

Deja Vu?

Intricate in nature yet vast and unexpressionable by nature of consequence.

In our fast paced travels we may overlook the opportunity of not only teaching another;
but even more so the opportunity to learn from one another.

Blinded at times by prideful self fulfilling prophecies...
the lesson is there yet to be experienced, taught, or learned.
Will we take the time to envision possibilities?