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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 | Acrostic | |

WISCONSIN

We are known for our football, bratwurst, and beer,
Iridescent blue lakes with fresh waters, crystal clear,
Summer's sun blazes hot enough to make skin burn,
Cheese producing dairy farms are around every turn,
Our bright autumn leaves change their colors with ease,
Near spring, the scent of lilac floats upon the breeze,
Snowy winters, with temperatures below zero degrees,
In our green forests, raccoons and deer have a home,
Near the roadside, wildflowers grow wherever you roam.

Harley-Davidson was born, where the eagles fly free,
Wisconsin is as close to heaven, as home can be.






Kim Merryman's contest - "Tell Me About Where You're From"


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Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

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


Details | Haiku | |

The Internet: Return

A void of Facebook
Creativity dies here...
Procrastination!


Details | Ode | |

Free as the wind Ode to native American Indians

Oh how I wish
I could set free
the native American Indian
with pride and dignity
taking them back
across the great open plains
to their sacred home
in the lush green vallies
where buffalo are plentiful
and roam
so the Indians can live in peace
one with nature once more
where the eagles soar
setting them free as the wind
wild untameable as a magnificent stallion
running toward the setting sun.





Peter Dome.copyright.2012.


Details | Free verse | |

My Boredom Disease

Like sick allergies, 
Boredom can be passed around
I call it: THE BOREDOM DISEASE

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

My Future Generation

I can act insane
But DO NOT 
Make me feel worthless

I belong in God’s family
He will bless my future generation

Don’t punish me for
Being myself –
Don’t envy my glee 

I can act like an
Adult, but I’d 
Prefer to have joy…

Not stress…
That piles upon us in our 
Everyday lives

Being childlike is

A rare beauty – 

No one prizes it…

No one came across it…

In this lifetime…

I can laugh all day
I can make you smile
If you’d accept my 
Childlike dreams of mine
Don’t treat me like a sick swine

Renew my young heart
Give me the ability 
To kill the old man…

I have my place in God’s family
He’ll be adored and glorified 
We’ll exchange prayers and hugs  
By my future generation

I beg of you – 
Don’t kill my childlike mentality
I’ll behave myself…
I’m positively sure that I’ll make you happy

I’ll still have pieces of a child in me

And pass it on to my future generation…


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature Walk


Amongst the purple
shadows in the early
light
Flocks of birds
taking ready for
flight
Sprinkles of colors
and various shades
of green
A place that remains
untouched and
unseen.

Water slowly
trickles along the
small creek
Where you find
pebbles and stones
so unique
Overhead the bird of
prey with eyes like
a hawk
Will gaze over
everything that
crawls or walks.

The water with it's
endless spring flow
A home for water
lilies and the fish
below
A haven for the
birds of prey
A home for the
foliage to decay.

Green moss gathers
around the trees
Gathering place for
moths, wasp and bees
Black ants invade
the old tree stumps
While tall crap
grass gathers in
clumps.

Black- eyed Susan
scent hangs strong
Other flowers barren
, flowers long gone
Once bright  berries
hung, now only a few
Saskatoon,
pin-cherries and
choke cherries too.

Amongst the purple
shadows in the early
light
The prairie sunset
turns to a soft
scented night
I walk along the
path by the creek
Finding the solitude
that I seek.

 9/4/12


Details | Pantoum | |

The Dusk is Tricking Us Again

Whenever the sun goes home to sleep,
Man says 'today's labor is over'.
But I know the dusk is tricking us again.
Yet, who cares to give that trick a thought.


Man says 'today's labor is over;
A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap'
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest'
Yet, the weary man gives dusk trick no thought.


A dreamy sleep is the only thing to reap
After man has given the day his labor
But I know the dawn will soon rob me of my rest
For the dusk only trick us to look forward to its rest.


After man has given the day his labor,
I know the dusk will trick us again.
For it makes man look forward to its rest,
Whenever the sun goes home to sleep




11th August, '12
Just experimenting with the Pantoum form


Details | Rhyme | |

The Puppy

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


Details | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Tanka | |

Africa - Tanka contest

Sweet Home Eden.
Amidst widening desert.
Faint lions whisper:
"globes warming, rains rare."
Sweet Home Eden, for how long? 


Details | Verse | |

Philosophical Poetry Week: Transient Tuesday

I am a misprint,
Ink blot on love,
I remain a maybe
Longing for fact,
No speck of lint,
A hand in glove.
Thunder; a baby
Will only react

When you etch
Parallel clouds,
Whistling on cue
To a dead town.
Dream a sketch
Of silent crowds
Becoming you,
This boiling crown

Chews thought
Into flagellation.
Holes in the walls
To spy through,
Seeking a sort
Of bricked-up sun.
A heaven of halls,
All leaving you.


Details | Free verse | |

Wild Western Blizzard

What could I really know of the breaks 
                                                                in the land
huge canyons               bleeding red              cut by the wind
with the snow swirling                                  around our tires
barns upright 
                                   and fallen to a  tumble like icebergs
windshield riming over with a crust of ice
                        we scrape madly inside
                              trying to keep cold out
speed slowing
slowing to a crawl
always on the lookout
outside line appearing and gone, 
                                                                    no worries about
cattle led inside to safety    to be watered               and fed
but what of us?
                       Will we be trapped clutching a candle
                             wanting a chocolate bar, 
                                 waiting for a tractor?
and all the flat seeming land seems to have ditches
and roof pitches and rushing trees, and a swirl
                         of slumbering snow 
                                             to lumber down in drifts and piles
no fire would ever warm us
                                                                temperature dropping
dropping 
            until finally we see it                shining in the dark
                                          a lantern at a farm
a fleet of snow mobiles to greet  us
                                                                   scurry is off 
                             before our ears turn blue, 
                                would they fall off?
Luckily, not tonight, not in this blizzard, 
                                                                      we have home.


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Going Home

What is it to see the soil of home again?
A welcome, snow-struck and a return
To cold; sharp white contrasts sunburn.
We converse in broken tongues to men

We know, hooked on holiday language
Comprised of wandering hand signs.
Collect the car and pay parking fines,
Drive through towns and over a bridge

Until we reach the Western gateway.
Oh when will we arrive at our house?
No camels there, only field mouse
Which are eaten by our cat anyway.

The plane flies for an age, slyly yawning
Through the stretching, pealing sky,
A knife through air; what it is to fly.
Our travels over; a new day is dawning.


Details | Couplet | |

My Quiet Place

My quiet place is when my son is at school and my husband is at work the house is so quiet at times I can't remember the joy and fun. I get mighty lonesome at times but I know that I will have Caleb home soon and Wayne sometimes gets to drop by and say hello. He comes and goes so fast I get to feeling like we don't connect with eachother very much. 
I get in my comfy chair and open the door and blinds to see the nature outside. Nature is my most written about subject especially the birds and flowers. 
The different colors in the sky and flowers are a great inspiration to me. I know others who can be in a room full of people and tune out life and keep on writing. That is not me.
I need to be in a comfy envrionment.

My home is a quiet lonesome
Other dwellers roam free
My home is lonely with just me
Others don't care to be

Informed of my heart and souls depth
My home calls me to go
Where One knows and is known truly
Beyond the sky's rainbow

For Sara Kendrick's contest My Quiet Place


Details | Rhyme | |

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

NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU

The next sixteen months:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Haiku 11 - butterflies, dragonfly, old tree

gossamer wings pulsating in the air butterflies in flight a dragonfly skimming the water's surface taking a drink rugged and gnarled the bark of an old tree home to many insects


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The Ant

And what is that you have with you, my tiny insect friend? Such ambition I behold, as you crawl across my hand You carry such a heavy load, for your larder, I suppose. You were sidetracked from the winding road, to your home in earth below A deal I'll make, but you must know You mustn't bite me, if you please.... Then I'll put you down, and let you go to your home beneath the trees


Details | Blank verse | |

A Beautiful Fall Morning

Very early Fall morning…crisp and clear.
Sitting on the patio, sipping hot coffee.
Only my path to and from the bird feeders,
Rain gutters hung on the stockade fence,
Has disturbed the beautiful, glistening dew 
Blanketing a lush, green Bermuda lawn 
Awaiting the season’s final mow and a Winter sleep.
Early morning sunsmile creates a mist, a little fog,
That artists have great difficulty recreating. 
And the sprinklers are making music too….
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
As I filled those bird feeders, 
Only the patient cooing of white wing dove
Waiting in the surrounding trees
Could barely be heard above the sprinkler.
CH CH CH CH CH CH CH CH 
Feeders filled, I walked away.
The air erupted with bird song.
Our giant privets were alive with hungry sparrows,
Each announcing breakfast.  
All the locals seemed to understand.
The robins and larks, the finches and cardinals chimed in;
But only the jays’ sharp calls could be heard above the din.
What a ruckus…but so beautiful a song,
It is a ‘wall of sound’ to be envied by rockers.
Orchestrated by Mother Nature….Mrs. God.
The sprinkler's barely heard....
ch ch ch ch ch ch ch ch 

Squirrels wait out of sight.
One may bark now and then, but
They’ve learned that patience pays.
It’s not just time to feed those damn birds;
It’s time to feed the greedy squirrels too;
And chow time is well worth the wait:
Sunflower seeds. Peanuts. Suet.  Dried fruit.
You can almost hear them as they gobble,
“Mmmmmm.  Man, this is the good stuff, Bro’. 
I mean the good stuff.  What a life.  
I’ll never leave…not even for a girl squirrel.”  
It’s as if they think they’ll never eat again;
Every morning.
As if we hadn’t been feeding them 
Every day of their lives…and their parents.
If we could tell them apart.
They would have names.

Well....everybody's happy.
All this and good coffee too.
What a beautiful Fall morning. 



Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part VI

Water licks your feet
Far cry from the beating sun
Desert sand to sea


Details | Ballade | |

Amidst the flowers

Love midst the flowers

The roses bloom so endlessly
In pink and red and yellow
And orange too with purest white
As the morn feels soft and mellow
We sit together drinking tea
As love fills all of me
And oh, it feels so wonderful
Cause, that’s the way love be.

The birds sing out in tenderness
As they pray to the golden sun
And you and I sit sipping tea
No longer two, but one
As the love, the joy of perfect love
Does deep within me sing
Those birds are singing just for us
And so much bliss do bring.

The Sun shines in the deep blue sky
I smell the whiff of Jasmine
As love sings from a gentle heart
Above all worldly din
As you and I together, dear
We sit here sipping tea
Nothing matters in the whole wide world
But the love twixt you and me.


Details | Ballade | |

The day the loo flew

The day the loo flew.

Way back in the nineteen eighties
I was half way through my life.
When my feet grew loose and restless
And boredom caused some strife
And so we two discussed it
And decided what we’d do
We’d go and live in a little shed
With a nice old country view

We started out in a caravan
Lived there for a month or two
Then we bought a roller door shed
And rigged it up nice too
Then put a little shed outside
With a dunny for our use
Hoping that no wind would come
And blast that poor shed lose

Then one day, it happened
It was five past twelve at night
The moon was full and filled the sky
It was a pretty sight
With rain a pouring from the sky
Then I felt a need there grow
And when that need does show it’s face
One really has to go

So I rushed into that tiny shed
And pulled my trousers down
I wasn’t happy about the rain
And my face it wore a frown
But When that blast of wind occurred
And the shed began to move
The mood that I was in right then
It sure did not improve.

That wind did clutch it in it’s arms
And tossed it in the air 
That shed it sailed upon the breeze
As rain fell everywhere
And I’m sitting there in all my glory
That rain just drenching me
And all that I could do was laugh
So I did, I laughed like crazy.

8 July 2013 @ 2024hrs.
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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

Cherry blossoms bloom; the townspeople sing, laugh, dance: hope springs eternal.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part V

The English weather:
Rainclouds follow us from home
There is no escape.


Details | Quatrain | |

A Nature Walk

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


Details | Haiku | |

HOME

Snow covered Mountain
Evergreens glisten in White
Spring is in the air

The Chimney billows
A warm cozy Welcome Home
My eyes Tear with Joy


Details | I do not know? | |

The Canvas of Night


The Canvas of Night


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


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


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




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


and my being is infused with feelings of hope,


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




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





Details | Ballade | |

Creating words in the garden

Creating words in the garden

I’ve been sitting in the garden
It’s a lovely Sunny day
It’s supposed to be our winter
But I know she’s on her way
That spring season I love so well
I can feel it everywhere
So I’ve been sitting in the garden
Without one single care.

I took me notebook out with me
To try to write some stuff
Too soon I’d wrote four little poems
And then, I’d had enough
And so I went and made them safe
On my trusty word machine
Having been there in that garden
My world felt so serene.

In the presence of serenity
The words just flow on out
I don’t know where they come from
Somehow they come about
When I’m sitting in the garden
And beauty beckons me
It seems to be my inspiration
For creativity.

9 August 2013 @ 1624hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Grace

The blue waters,
The green trees,
The blue skies,
The light breeze,
The crisp air,
The birds sing,
The puffed clouds;
The awakening.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Storm

Streams flowing
Birds chirping
There is calm all around

Sun shining
Winds blowing
Only peace to be found

But darkness is approaching
A storm is almost near
There’s a grim look ahead
There’s much to fear

We must grasp
We must hold
To all that we love

We must hope
We must pray
To the stars above

To break this storm down
To bring back the light
Once that it’s gone
The sun can shine bright

Rain pouring
Wind blowing
Lightning strikes all about

Thunder blasting
Hail pounding
All the power goes out

Everything seems hopeless
Like there’s no end in sight
But things start to slow down
The storm lost it’s fight

We must rise
We must fix
All that was lost

We must stay
We must build
No matter the cost

The storm has passed
Damage has been done
But prayers were answered
And here comes the sun


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



Details | Haiku | |

HOME - 2

I shant fall asleep
'til my eyes see Dawn's Sunrise
Kissing Mountain's Peak

'til I feel the warmth
of nature surrounding me
Knowing I AM HOME


Details | Light Poetry | |

England,My Country

 The rolling hills so green and tender
 Mountains on high i will always remember
 Colours of the seasons so fresh in my mind
 All of the beauty so easy to find
 This is England,the country i live
 The country i would die for,the country i love

 The fields the forest the mountain stream
 The hills the dales the lakes agleam
 Scent of summer so strong on the breeze
 My land of beauty thats so hard to leave
 This is England the country i adore
 Home of truth,faith,hope much more

 And if the time comes then leave it i shall
 To a foreign country an unknown land
 Where the thoughts of England will always remain
 In Gods own country ,Gods domain

 


Details | Free verse | |

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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Africa III

Heart pounding
Nervous feeling
Overwhelming
Deep breath to shake it
Cold chill slivers down fast

Beating against cage of heart
Cage of body
Cage of soul
Legs begging to run
Heart aching to be free
Truth to self 
aching to be seen

Sweet scent of dry savannah plains
Sharp smell of thorny veins
The aroma of Africa surrounds
Scents sights sounds 
In these home is found

Frustration mounts 
Captured leopard
Bound

Snarling at every motion made
Scared but defiant
Blinded by fear and rage

Paws long for endless journeys
On paths walked centuries ago
For elegance in element
A space all her own
Where earth still bleeds red on horizon
Morning and night
Continuing the endless fight

Fight for borderless freedom
Everlasting sight
The pale yellow green eyes
Dismays the truth inside
But tell the story
Of wild soul
Story to unfold


Details | Free verse | |

The Songs We Sing

People connect, people want to connect, if stranger-you, stranger as you find yourself, as I see you, wish to speak to me, The Poet once asked, then why shouldn’t you?

We loose touch with it, we try to tease it out in poetry and song, and wrong it comes
In the wrong form and shape it shows, we are embarrassed to try to: I am embarrassed to know. 

There are things on YouTube that make us cry. Homelessness on YouTube that make us cry
But why? 

I lived in Brooklyn for twenty-five, twenty five years of me in Brooklyn and I saw them everywhere. 

With no place to go, the phantoms of the train.

Those who tried asked for dollars and cents and some didn’t. And a lot of them smoked crack, many of them brimming high, capsuling, in clouds of mist of drink, most of them had to. 

& there are nights of coldness collected in the steel, and there is blue-coldness that hardens the steel

& to them, we look as blue as it, unable to peel the ring in their voices, silence, not flesh-like like they feel when the blue-coldness touches their skin,

& to them some of these holidays make no sense, for out of misfortune or kin they have not a thing to attend  

In subway carts I see some leaning, bending with the weight of O’-that-feeling
O’ that hit of steel that makes them want to

Religious, black women prayed for them and sang to them I remember. Y algunas, las viejitas, afraid to look their way, said an ave-maria in their heads. 

Some white folks prayed, others gave change and some played in their minds other moments that made this one naught. 

But that was all of us.

We made the train ring with our laughter and pain
	O’-that-feeling is why I can’t quit
	And homeless they are and have been and then haves-beens 
	& we give change and expect none in return

These subway doors open: 
“O’ I hope he gets off” 
			“He’s making me sick”

The songs that we sing
	

People want to connect even when they don’t want to stranger, you
& through train sliding doors, a glimpse of this,  and we try, we try not to loose sight of it 

locked eyes looking and no fear
	human recognizing human & no fear
		pain recognized by pain & no fear
			& no fear, and fear not fear


& they will slide 
And you will move - and you may remember and may not
But humans feel because humans we know because they feel and humans they know



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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 energy...be 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 


Details | Free verse | |

The Lord's Peace

Peace
The chaos is shedding
Piece
Of happiness is floating
Cease
The madness..chaos is concealing
Peace
Comes from the Lord - 
To Him who mends us all...
To Him who forgives all of our sins
And downfalls
And answers everyone's calls


Details | Dizain | |

Tangled Vines

Tangled vines crawl up the old, white brick home They move here and there as if they’re alive They’re sheltered under the roof, free to roam Many places in this scene, they could strive Leaving a great aura about this dive Vines cross each other, leaves an awesome look Better than lines written in any book Both the old house and the dead vines have grace They align pulling you in like a hook Soothing and calming you watch them take chase
Entrant into Constance La France's "Tangled Vines" contest 6/29/2013


Details | Haiku | |

1-22-13 Number 2

Ring around the Moon,
This night be chrispy and cold,
Warmth within the home.


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 | Free verse | |

Difficult Trials -Part 1-

Turn the wheel
Out of curiosity
I'll be generous...you'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 






 


Details | Couplet | |

Blood Mountains

Blood mountains divided, staring back quartz veins.
Decending and rising, as footings lay claims.
Hopping and leaping through scents of black earth.
Surrounded by moss and love what it's worth.

Climbing the hill will pull at your muscles.
while healing your heart; tomorrow come tussles.
Seeing's forever and waiting not still.
Love of destruction; you rise till you feel.

Sniffing the wind that smells of the trees
while Winding you up on two buckled knees.
Then resting your fluids on top of your tongue,
Sees love far from home or a rule of thumb.

Now View the horizon on top of the mountain
Where words are in silence and chest like a fountain.
Relax and start humming and start your way down.
Returning you home and turn in your crown.


Details | Couplet | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Darts

Drops of sweat slip from my furrowed brow
Eyes squint, select a number and let fly now

Miss again, a millimetre is a mile once more
Aimed for triple twenty, only got double four

The walk of shame, my oh so familiar friend
Silence broken, on alcohol I forever depend

The steel point of eyes bore into my neck
My opponent leaves me a juddering wreck

I lose the match; the wife won’t give me a kiss 
I wish I could have been anything else than this... 


Details | Quatrain | |

Amidst Fields of Dry

Through my eyes I see a home of old
If it could speak what would I be told
Would it be stories of joy or sadness and hurt
Will I ever be told before it's crumbled to dirt

Below a saddened sky amidst fields of dry
Could this be reason as I wonder why
Barren lands as the eye can see
Is this the answer that's in front of me

A dilapidated fence with wire of old
No more are the beasts that were in safety hold
Hedgerows so brittle in decaying cascade
Here nature has spoken with her typical tirade

Through my eyes I see a home of old
If it could speak what would I be told
Death is never lasting as I look to my right
For a greened tree prospers, it gives me light








http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-17.php












Details | Imagism | |

Why oh why the leaves do fall

 
I watch the trees daily change their clothes
the leaves all different colors by natures design
they hang around for days on end
then suddenly begin their final journey
falling ever so gently to the ground
a dance they perform with yearly splendor
for all to enjoy in wounderous glory.
We pile the leaves in ever higher piles
ande take great delight in jumpin among them
to feel the cool fall dampness they excrete
and also, to delight in the crunchy sound they make
wondering how long we shall be able to continue
in this most joyous of falls experiences.
When fall passes into wintery white
some leaves most brave and strong
continue to cling seemingly forever
to what has been home since their beginning
a home they seem not to want to give up
for a fate they know all to well is inevitable
the end of yet another beginning
for many more of their kind.


Details | Haiku | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Storm Part II

The Med between us
The gusts make me think of you
Storms... it’s just like home.


Details | Cowboy | |

Things Change

Now, I find it kind of funny how quickly things change
Once was a time when everyone wanted a home on the range
A place where they had room to stretch & grow
Out where the cattle bawl & the west winds  blow

The city folk have all gone country or so they’d like to think
Why, there are new houses going up faster than you can blink
You remember that prime grazing lease? Take another look
Its looking more & more like an architect’s pop-up book

They come out here to escape all the big city worries & trouble
They said they weren’t concerned if their commute doubled
Now they are talking of bringing a super market in
And an increase in crime spreads our deputies thin

They thought that grazing cattle made a picture quite quaint
Now those same cows holding up traffic is an oft heard complaint
They throw out words like eco-friendly & enviromental plan
then scrape the land as clean as momma’s griddle pan

Yes, everybody wants a home out on the range
And I am just a cowboy trying to reconcile the change
I watch the valley whittled down into an urban scene
 and wish that I was back again in childhood fields of green

(c) Februaury 2004


Details | I do not know? | |

Lessons

     I tried to drown my sorrows, but they learned to swim.  Which taught me you can't run, you can't hide from our less than perfect side.  Even though the dog paddle is all you know.  Try hard to swallow your pride.  Because sorrow is along for the ride.  Sorrow teaches us to realize and appreciate the times that don't bring tears to our eyes~~Blessings  Catfish      3/17/2014


Details | Free verse | |

Eyes closed tight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




Details | Acrostic | |

Nanaimo

     ~~~ Nanaimo, B.C. ~~~


Nestled in the center of this Pacific isle,
a gem of a city, your heart it will beguile.
Nicest climate in all of our Country fair.
Air fresh from the ocean surrounding us there.
Imagine a city filled with parks all around,
mountains behind us as nature abounds.
Oh, the beauty of this place simply astounds.

Be sure to stop by if you're ever this way.
Chances are you will love it and you'll want to stay.




          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
for Kim Merryman's  "Tell Me Where You're From"
                    contest


Details | Couplet | |

Neverland

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: Baggage Claim

Drained to my very heart by our slow-paced arrival, 
          I wander through tasteless decor to the metal arches 
                                                Beyond which a future is unfurled.
My bag’s innards are spilled like blood in the Bible
          Before the cold gaze of the armed man who marches;
                                                He holds the key to this new world.

The mechanistic arch stands and takes quasi-sentience 
          Beside passport control, piercing my finely popped 
                                                Eardrums with sonic solemnity.
I am refused by technology but stagger forward hence 
          Into baggage claim where a suitcase pile is propped 
                                                Up like a holiday Tetris calamity.

My suitcase is soul black and with difficulty is found,
          In its lucid eagerness to fasten itself a faux family;
			   Airports are filled with pretences.
Now we are away again, small trolley safe and sound,
          On the road from snow, heat is where I plan to be.
                                                Our intrepid journey commences...


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Six People

The poet leaves his winter study and roams around mountains and deep woods,
The painter sold his pictures and is off to sketch on heath and highlands,
The child runs through sun kissed meadows and across dusty golden commons,
The lovers walk down country lanes and wander about each other, on mead's,
The man of the road smiles as he knows the night will not be bitterly cold,
The nightingale sings a haunting melody bringing tears to the lovers eyes,
The trees swaying in a breeze an oak drops acorns, the child collects them,
The mountains capped with snow unleashes a stream of fine words from the poet,
The heath and highlands glow with beautiful greenery and the painter paints,
The birds swoop from bough to bough the poet sees and he writes some prose,
The man of the road listens to bird song his eyes mist bringing sad memories
The evening sun falls behind the horizon a beautiful sunset the lovers kiss,
The poet sees the sunset and writes about dark golden evenings and warm nights,
The painter mixes yellow and black and that captures this wonderful picture,
The boy leaves the woods to go home as it is nearly time for his evening meal,
The man of the road lays down deep in the woods his overcoat is his blanket,
The lovers walk arm in arm as the day darkens they make their way home slowly,
The painter cleans his brushes and carefully lays down his canvas in the dark,
The poet is happy he has written beautiful words he lays in his bed reflecting,
The boy is fast asleep dreaming of the fantastic day he enjoyed in the woods,
The six unconnected people that were unknowingly were connected sleep soundly.

 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Sieve of Time



The Sieve of Time



Cast ashore,
along the banks of time,

whirling through the passing years,
clinging to my futile scribbles set in rhyme,


Cast ashore,
thrust into an unrehearsed pantomime,

clenching slivers of joy as weariness descends,
lulled into a peaceful slumber exhilaratingly sublime.


Cast ashore,
hazily adrift, a dandelion seed on the wings of time,

trapped in the sieve of spiralling memories,
caught between pristine bliss, and reeking slime.


Cast ashore,
flung aside for no discernible crime,

my human heart thuds with elusive hope,
though battered, bruised, and covered in grime,

I stagger ashore, 

alone,

embracing each moment of detached, oblivious time.



Details | Free verse | |

where the heart is strong

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









Sarah Comstock
5/20/00


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


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.



2.


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,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


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.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

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,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

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 
Future


Details | Rispetto | |

Home Sweet Home


My tropical paradise along the shore where ocean sounds soothe and warm breezes invite. I will call you home until I live no more. All my days basking in the sun's shining light. Lush gardens and groves bring a lovely array, orchids, orange blossoms and hibiscus each day. Petals dress in vibrant colors attracting bees and butterflies, splendor interacting. This bustling city set between Everglades and beaches, many call a sanctuary. Where the sea meets land under the palm trees shade, colorful cultures bloom like wild sweet cherry. A rainbow of people found everywhere. Spicy food, clothing and dances all have flair. Abundant wild life from water, earth, and sky, all share a slice of Florida's key lime pie. *I call Ft. Lauderdale, Florida my home. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, June 6, 2012 for My Land Is My Home Contest (Skat)


Details | Free verse | |

My Home, My Pond, My Freedom

Away from the world
from the hustle and bustle
making friends with the residents
tucked in
among the cattails and bank of elephant ears
sitting in the dainty, mahogany lean-to
It seems it is just the screen that prevents me from sharing their world
a world where they can all live freely
but I too have all I need
hidden down here
everything is teeming with the excitement of life
yet so calm at the same time
the bullfrogs croak and splash around
the dragonflies come up to hum a hello from outside the screen
trying to tempt me to cross to the other side
of the barrier
even the giant elusive ones
which can usually be found seeking refuge in the tall weeds surrounding 
the water
attempt to lure me out
but I remain glued
against my comrades wishes
to the green adirondack chair in which I reside
I continue to watch as little water bugs bound across the surface
leaving miniscule ripples in their wakes
I sit and observe as the tabby leaps around
disturbing this peaceful moment
but I let her enjoy her adventure
released from my trance and emerging from behind the screen
only when the sun begins to fade
night
the time to build a fire under the stars
and to dance
to twirl around with the lightning bugs to the tune of the tree frogs 
chirping
I could stay here forever in my favorite hideaway
down by my pond in Long Lake
where I am free
free to think and catch my breath
to relax and enjoy the little things that make me smile
without the usual interruption of real life
The willow sways
and puts me at ease
as I admire my freedom once more


Details | Verse | |

Le Vacance Pretentieuse: The Market

Shuffling sandstone, infinite shimmering coloured pots,
TV remotes lie in tandem with jeans, shiny toy robots
Act as magnets to the unwary tourist, conspicuous in
Their presence, shorts and cameras, humid hair in knots.

Spices of hues in their hundreds to make you salivate,
Groaning shack tables of suspicious sunglasses sate
Your appetite for purchases, the sun beats down on
The market, Medina bursting with life which cannot wait.

Eyes flicker over unsuspecting strangers, enticing you
To buy, trapped by the lure of a carpet woven new
By sweating men grasping, chasing any chance to sell
The future. Will you ever use this carved snooker cue?


Details | Acrostic | |

Ormond Beach

Ocean’s mist creates fog at dawn
Ramble along the beach or take a
Morning hike on a nature trail
Observe the herons, cranes and pelicans
No species are unprotected here
Drop the rifle and pick up a camera

Boars will surprise you on woodland paths
Each river is filled with manatees and alligators
Awesome white-tailed deer prance through the forests
Children create sand fortresses on the beach
Hiding from nature’s beauty is impossible here

A canvas can only capture an image
But first-hand visits are truly a privilege 


Details | Couplet | |

Tiny Bird

I can’t complain I’m sheltered and fed
But this nagging ambition still builds in my head
Of what was written and what was said
Of a lonely road far from my bed

You don’t venture far tiny bird in the thicket
The home you mind is safe from the wicked
It’s a shame you can’t fly far away
And see all the cultures time built on its way
With the people of both peace and war
And the beauty of things in nature to adore
But your home is well kept and happy it seems
But what of your heart, your wishes and your dreams

I can’t feel shame it would make me weaker
About the wasted moments left to the meeker
The scoundrel in me keeps my heart from fever
But fever is wanted by my soul the dreamer

So tiny bird would you say you much wiser
The time you spend you count like a miser
Or is it that you take simple love in your day
In the little you make from the soil and the clay
Do the storms bother you at all little one?
Do the storms keep you hiding waiting for the sun?
I see the light is there in the weather so destructive
Are clouds to you renewal or counter productive?

I take it we differ in thought and song
Though I can no longer say yours is wrong
But I take from you a lesson - a lovely subtraction
In the happiness to be found in simple satisfaction


Details | Rhyme | |

Give me a home

Give me a home

Give me a home
Where each day I can roam
Along by those riverside trails
Where the trees grow so tall
There’s no concrete at all
And the mind it can never go stale.

Give me a place
Where birds with such grace
Sing their love songs amidst the tall trees
Where the sun shines each morn
At the birth of the dawn
And life feels delightful, and free

Let me look at the birth of the morning
Let me see it, the sunset each night
As the river it flows
And the moon, soon it glows
And the stars shine from Heaven so bright.

Let me feel life’s sweet love
As the stars shine above
And the evening it calls out to me
And the dark shadows grow
And the night it just glows
With the sweet breath of Gods mystery.

13 June 2014 @ 1600hrs.






Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


the leaves fell, as you left, a bleak chill wafting across the barren space within my being,
you left, taking your smile and mine,
my smile rests with you still, leaving a void impossible to fill.


Winter:

pangs of longing consumed me, my only company in the frigid nights,
my tears remain frozen, within,
unable to fall from my broken eyes, as I searched the depths of the cold, harsh skies.


Spring:

birds returned home, though you did not, and I felt soothing rebirth all around,
memories of you began blazing, their embers stoked,
and at last the tears rolled, like ink on this blank notebook, my whole being pined for you, my very self in anguish silently shook.


Summer:

alive I felt again, the promise of the coming cooling rain, easing the heat of desire,
yet the furnace slowly raged inside, your absence tearing into me, shattering my nights, my longing for you soaring unfettered across the skies,
dancing on clouds, blissfully free,


Monsoons:

heaven itself opened, the deluge an unending dream,
rain falling all around, mingling with my flowing tears,
and then I saw you, you returned, and I embraced you, never wishing to let you go,
and though I may wear the mask of the clown,
if you were to leave again,
my very soul, would quietly slip away, and in the monsoon rains, I would gratefully drown.


Details | Verse | |

Sea Shells

frozen fan
a seaside butterfly 
contrast with an iridescent sea

hollow ear
simple home sounds the tide
curl about the sands of ever time

mystery
fills pieces pink and peach
lifted on the foam of cresting waves

lure the child
with bucket and shovel 
captive beauties taken far from home 



Contest: Parallelogram de Crystalline
Poet: Debbie Guzzi


Details | Narrative | |

Cold winds blow


The cold winds bitterly start to blow.
Frost glistens as my breath shows.
The cold seeps all the way to my bones.
My feet start to drag like a couple of stones.

I walk for a while to escape this freeze.
My joints ache I can’t outrun this breeze.
The sun rises I feel warmth with its light.
It combats the wind with which I fight.

The air is so cold it freezes my thoughts.
My stomach is turning and twisting in knots.
As the sun warms my head thaws out.
I slip to a dream, winter is about.

The day gets better but soon it is done.
I watch colors explode with the setting sun.
As it ducks down behind the hills,
I feel the return of winter chills.

On the way home I feel like a lost sheep,
I get home to find I’m too tired to sleep.
I close my eyes my thought still seep,
I think that perhaps I got in too deep.


Details | Rhyme | |

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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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


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Canada True North Strong And Free

Canada winters bitterly cold
Avalanches cascade down slopping hills
North side faces steep and icy
A tiny town sits beneath trees that are old
Down the mountain whose beauty kills
Although their beauty is enticing

Tough and strong
Bold but true
Where everyday
Brings something new


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The Sacrifice

(a place no one has ever been)

We live out in da country
Miles away from anyone else
Papa and six boys, well, we're young men now....just sayin
Momma died at childbirth when baby brother was born
Love it here, cept at night, sleepin through “the howlin”

Big old wood frame house, island by grassland; den da forest
We keep a farm of pigs, goats, even cows; what da heck for ?
Every night Papa slayed an animal; laid it at da edge of da woods
Never new why until he called us six boys together one creepy night:

“Boy’s, listen to me, listen good….your Papa’s dying, 
It won’t be long
The last 20 years, your Momma and I set out here a sacrifice
I don’t know what in God’s name is out there
This thing ain't human
Notice how it’s quiet for a while so you can get to sleep
It’s feeding time
Damn right, it’s eating the sacrifice
Long as we put them dead animals out
We live
When I’m gone, it’s up to you six 
Be my Nightwatch, ya hear me boys !
You all are men now
I love each one of you very much”

Father finished da story, den...
Said no one ever been in dem neck of doze woods
He bought property twenty (20) some years ago;
Prior owner told him da whole story

In a  way I look at dis big monster as our protector
I've heard screamin at night, den da 'howlin'
O man, den dis loud munchin, chompin, chewin masdacated cry
Den more 'howlin'
Call da police ya say?  No way.  We safe...
So long we feed him, or it
At night: WHOAAA am scared to death

Papa's been gone a few years now
It’s up to us six to offer up da sacrifice
Every night

We older now and don’t all nestle up in one bed
Howlins still be, but we sleep at night best we can
Hated killin doze animals, deys didn’t do nuttin wrong
Dares no other way; we twied once and almost got ourselves scavaged alive

Am not goin out dare, never, not to
A place where no one has ever been




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Never Again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Peat cutting Men

They toiled with hands like tree bark
As they cut through rotted peat
Stacking it in heaps to dry
Did not have to be that neat
Just so long as the Westerly’s
Could dry out the peat bog water
So it could burn on winters nights
Was all that really mattered
And they could sit in warm habs
With hot broth in their hand
Another day’s work completed 
And an evening’s rest began
Fine clothes for Sundays they were saved
So they could look their best
While thanking God in Heaven above
For this His blessed day of rest
When they could sit down at the pew
With Hymn book at the ready
To sing their praises to the Lord
With voices strong and steady
Then off to Pub to sup a pint
And  wild stories for to tell
Of how they dug for peat so deep
They nearly ended up in hell




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Harsh Reality

As I abandon the world
of metaphysics,
i begin to be sick
and melancholic.

As I join the nature
as if it were a voice,
I sing with the birds,
a song of rejoice.

As I become unresponsive
to worldly desires
and decided to be one
who's willing to abide,

It killed me, you routine!
if I am to cling to something,
it is life,
not my welfare.


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Quiet Vicissitudes

Quiet vicissitudes on a lonely shore. 

Memories fading with age as the family home crumbles.

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

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

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


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Hills of Home

The heather caresses leather
As across these hills I tread
The boggy ground it squelches
Moving like a water bed

Don’t stop or soon the eyeholes
With bog water they will fill
Put pace in step and move on
A little further up the hill

The summit from cloud appears
A very welcome sight
With sunlight raising vapour
From the cloud wet anthracite

Soon legs can be relieved from load
And eyes take in the view
Retracing path my feet have trod
Past Bracken, Broom and Yew

Then down the hill with faster gait
My eager legs they ply
To take me home to cottage white
Near the fields of Athenry



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Fly


.
fly in freedom to home or away from captivity in search of new destiny along with thousands high above clouds and to rest and nest in trees below fly in freedom 

fly
fly, in freedom 
fly, to home or away 
fly, from captivity 
fly, in search of 
fly, new destiny 
fly, along with thousands 
fly, high above clouds 
fly, and to rest and 
fly, nest in trees 
fly, below 
fly in freedom 
fly



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Coming Back

Spreading out my blanket on the grassy hill,
The warm wind makes it dance in my hand.
My hair gently mingles with the summer breeze,
And my eyes seem to fondle this fair land.

Trees have greened and blanketed my valley,
Only one tall steeple pierced the dell.
I smile and then lay down up on the hillside,
With contented knowledge whispering, all is well.

As I close my eyes my senses are awakened,
A hint of honey makes me long for more.
So I try to capture scents with every intake,
Lying at nature’s pantries open door.

Far away I hear a sound so softly 
sh sh, sh sh a combine hums so sweet.
It calms my inner being as I lay there,
I’m weightless now for I have gone to sleep.

I’m trapped inside a maze as I awaken,
Ebony has hoarded my bright light.
Now sitting on the blanket in my bedroom,
I try to wish it back with all my might.

Tears now gently moisten sulky cheekbones,
Thoughts appear and plummet out at me.
I start to smile and now am really thankful,
For the dream that brought me back to Germany.

08.25.2014
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
Contest #13. Poem not entered previously.
Poet Destroyer 


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The Calling

And you oh Father judge of all mens hearts
have examined the core of our secret parts
for each mans conscience knows what is True
and has his choice of what he listens to

Those whose works are harmful have aversion to the Light
for they wish all deeds to be hidden away from sight
Oh Father the hearts the Son of Man could see
how is it possible the gift be given we

Those whom the Father loves with them he shares his mind
for those who want the Truth the shining Path will find
for he can see your thoughts and your hearts intent
those who want the Truth and how your thoughts are spent

All the things of man are preserved in your Book
the Lamb of God will unseal and within will look
all those doing righteousness will into kingdom come
the workers of whats harmful and the liars be undone

From the abundance of the heart does each one speak
and how you judge another in oneself will complete
my spirit my God is molded by your hand
I listen to your discipline and your reprimand

Oh beloved children you are close to his heart
sought he has your redemption from the very start
the wayward sons left their home and into Egypt ran
spent their inheritance on things that will not stand

God freely offers Life within his heart and home
with a Loving family on need never be alone
come break bread together fellowship do share
let Gods loving kindness give your heart repair

Return to your Fathers house and his grand estate
with open arms he'll take you home and repatriate
precious to the Father is every child born
why live in rebellion and loss of Love do mourn

As the Word of God foretold
this dispensations end behold
the age of Gods Kingdom to unfold
spoken by the ancients in days of old

Those who know the Truth watch in great delight
God will collect together those precious in his sight
come you who are laden heavy give to him your pain
embraced within his loving arms be free to Love again

sources IICor 2:16 Hebrews 3:1-6 Phil.2:6-8
Ephesians 2:19 IIPeter 1:10 Isaiah 54:5

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Gone are the Gardens

After many years a man returned home to put to rest some very dark demons,
He left as a boy with hatred in his heart and an anger to match that hatred,
A wretched upbringing the spite from his family who hated him was so harsh,
What could a young boy have done to cause this bitterness the answer nothing.

One day very early the door closed behind him the young lad had made a decision,
He decided to leave that awful place and to make his way into the big wide world,
With experiences of his existence he understood nothing could be as bad as now,
With that thought he would not miss nor be missed, off went a lonely little boy.

Making his way it was hard but and he knew that there could be no turning back,
His father a vicious drunk would come home and blame him for his wretched poverty, 
His mother hated the boy she blamed him because he was the cause of this anguish,
His brother wanted him gone as he got scared he would receive the same treatment. 
 
As a man his mind now strong living so long with a monkey on his back he returns,
Walking the streets in town the place has changed a grey place of grim despair,
People he knows walk the same streets they have lines etched deep in their faces,
Etched lines are a calender of life's events of misery hard work and hard times.

Their clothes are clean but shabby why dress up when there is nobody to impress,
Shoulders rounded and heads down their lives are wasted they are nothing people,
Hard men from his youth are beaten and pathetic living on stories of yesterday, 
Years of drunken weekends and family abuse have clouded and poisoned simple minds  

How many years have these so called men drunkenly beat wives and their children,
Count the bruises made by the connubial fist through many many years of misery,
Remember the drops of blood that have flowed since the words 'I do' were said,
How many tears have been collected as trophies since a wedding day so long ago.

When these people were young and full of hope their life was rosy and scented,
There were stores of honey in their minds and a thousand acres of wild flowers,
As lovers they walked hand in hand along paths bright with a finesse of nature,
Look at them now how things have changed their garden is overgrown with weeds.

Once in a fountain of youth happy children chased after each other playing games,
The dancing spray fell on their flushed cheeks as it gushed in the warm sunshine,
It cast its silvery beads all around but now nobody listens to its rippling tunes,
And people have fallen away and crumbled beneath the tooth and finger of neglect.

Now all the flowers are drooping and faded no footprints walk the old path of youth,
They live in a freezing emotional wilderness growing tired of each other love gone,
Their houses are now gloomy and very unhappy it is hard to pretend this is not so,
No signs of any happiness no 'smile and be merry' as they have now stopped trying.

I am glad I returned to my roots where happiness was just a dream hate was reality,
Now I can close the heavy book I am satisfied that my leaving was the right decision,
The people I saw were ruined wasted people whose lives went where the rut took them,
I left and went back to my own life and like a ghost I faded from my own past forever.


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Heaven or Hell or Earth

Heaven,
The home of god and all good,
Every one thinks its THE best place to be,
Some might think it's the worst place to be.

Hell,
The home of the devil and all bad,
Every one thinks hell is THE worst place to be,
Some might think it's the greatest place to be.

Earth,
The home of war, love, and nature.
War is killing violence and blood.
Love if you lucky is great and beautiful,
or could be the killer of most people today.
Nature with storms, hunting, and dyeing.





Details | I do not know? | |

Observation

"When a self- centered animal cries it's considered weakness, 
which necessarily isn't a bad thing .However, 
when a  soulful animal cries it's considered strength , which necessarily isn't a good thing. For the latter, Its like the stars in relation to the universe. They  have witnessed the past present and future based on the weight of the ocean and the constant reminder of ones infinite sympathy and empathy"


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Fidalgo Island

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


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Hold On To Your Hats

I started out the day
Pacing the floors
I couldn't believe it , 
Three week ends in a row

I fed the squirrels and birds
Then grabbed my purse and coat
Headed for the garage
And in the van I got

Oh shoot! It says I need gas
I won't be deterred
I'll stop at the station 
Then it's down the road for me

I've only got 2 hours and 15 minutes
To get to the movie I choose
Can I possibly make it
If I stop for Chinese food?

Which route do I take
Haysville or Clearwater
Think I'll go through Haysville
To see if that old horse is still alive.

Yes, there he is "Poor Old Thing"
And I think I've got back problems
If my back was that sway back
I'd need to push a wheelbarrow to keep my belly in tact.

It's 11:00 o'clock now
And I'm three quarters there
The Chinese place 
Is just over there..

If I can eat in 30 minutes
I'll be able to make it
I can take the outer roads
To avoid some of the traffic.

I made it to the movie
And had no sooner sat
When someone sat down beside me
And on my shoulder tapped.

Sitting there beside me
Was grand daughter number 4
She was home from college
And just had to explore.

We did enjoy the movie
As the people followed clues
From the President's Book
To find the city of gold.

As we departed
They followed me to my car
Just to make sure I made it that far..

I sat and read my Christmas Cards
To let the traffic slack
Trying to decide
Which trail home I'd take.

Finally settling on the route
It'd be through Derby town
It was important for you see
This was the closest McDonald and my ice tea.

I arrived home without any fuss
Now Mother Nature I am set
For the new confinement you impose
Of some more Ice and snow.

I know this poem
Seems rather crude
But you see 
That happens to be my mood.

Foot Note:  Mother Nature got her way. Saturday we had a howling  blizzard most 
of the day.  And it ended with a beautiful red sunset.  No Church today and  they 
talk like more snow and rain for the next  five days.  And then more for next 
weekend.  That will be 4 weekends in a row.  We call it Kansas weather. And you 
wonder why my moody poem.


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Sideways Travel

Sideways Travel

Tiny crevices, they take shelter and make their home in,
wandering around to scavage on garbage brought up from the ocean's floor to eat.
 
Brightly painted red by their original maker,
they work their way home on their tiny, spindly legs
that together walk sideways,
as their beady little eyes face forward.
 
You surely squint with pain,
when you get pinched with their tiny little claws,
they will cause your aching skin to severely bleed.
 
They leave their homes in groups,
and prefer to travel as a comedy troupe with their sideways act
rather roam along the shores alone.
 
Life would be so drab,
without our side walking red crab.


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Meadow's Sigh

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

So green and warm, and full of life, the forest skirt and the maids’ delight.
There rabbits dwell in lovers’ dells;A gauze filled dream in morning light.

So gold and bright, and full of life, the forests skirt and Knights delight;
The Dame and doe do lie, ‘pon hillocks high, where lovers sleep with passion's cry.


So white and fair, yet full of life, the forests’ skirt of pearly white;
Where burrowers sleep in bowers deep, and hearths light on winter nights.

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

Now, no green bloom, no home for them, the builders-men once more;
to take the glen and make man's homes, no deer will roam fourscore. 

A meadow’s a home to many things, to bold butterflies and birds on wing,
Yet, few can dwell where men reside if forest's skirt, gives way to tide.

The meadow's breadth a gift to all, from sea to shining sea
America, a heartfelt call, a prayer to you and me.




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THE TREE

A big tree will stand in my yard,
A very big tree it will be.
This tree will be the home of many,
The home of many birds and bugs.
The playground of children and birds.
Its' leaves will fall in Fall,
These leaves will make fun for small kids,
And work for me too.
A tree will also begin from this tree,
And years from now when I am gone,
Many birds and bugs will still make their homes
And still sing their songs.
A big, good tree will stand in my yard,
A tree of God.


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Spider Haiku

Silken Home Blows by
Spider eloquently flys
Its home a surprise


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Hurricane Bret

Come take all away
this home of my toil
rip it all down
leave only the soil

At 10pm Saturday
you showed me the way
to discard this life
to force a new day

I urge on the winds
jumping with glee
knowing before Bret
I’ve no choice but flee

The years here my pride
my family calls home
but also my exile
from the life I’ve been shown

So bring on the hurricane
center eye on this realm
command my decisions
force me to helm

I go now and rest
to prepare the new day
my dreams will sustain
this storm lights my way

The nimbus finally rise
over my home on this beach
8 months I’ve been waiting
straining the leash

My shield is now strong
I can vanquish all foes
destroy this forced exile
clear away her past woes

The shoreline I’ve written of
will now finally wash way
portending the promise
dawning new day


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Butterflies

Butterflies

Big and bright and school bus size
A cloud of yellow butterflies
With the wind did sink and rise
On the way home from school

A hundred if there was a pair
They’re not aggressive – au contraire
They seemed to just float in the air
On the way home from school

The boys and I were mesmerized
Surrounded by these butterflies
Following us to our surprise
On the way home from school

A sight like this is awfully rare
From whence they came we knew not where
All we could do was sit and stare
On the way home from school

If I can then emphasize
And give advice both sage and wise
Always open up your eyes
On the way home from school

Mdailey	4/5/12

Written for my niece at her request following a ride home from school with her boys.


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MISSISSIPPI

MISSISSIPPI
 In the heart of Dixie,
 Perfumed by
 The sweet, fragrant smell of magnolias
 and serenaded with
 The melodious songs of the mockingbird,
 Lies a true Queen of the South.
 Her name is Mississippi .
 I don’t know how to explain this place,
 Except to say that she “speaks” to me.
 The rocks, the flowers, the birds and trees
 Speak to me.
 They sometimes whisper,
 And sometimes they shout;
 But always they say,
“This is where you belong.”
2012 Patricia Neely-Dorsey 
from My Magnolia Memories and musings - In Poems 
#Mississippi #mississippipoems


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my new place

My new place
I see it in my mind
The place I’m meant to be
I see me living everywhere
set under a shady tree
As I walk in the yard
The smell of pine cones and green grass
 Amidst the days hot summer sun
Iin the little garden of tomatoes red and ripe
I feel my feet dig in the dirt
 As if it and I are one
Sitting on my porch
Drinking sweet lemonade
 I smell the earthy air
And feel the gentle breeze of summer 
as it blows through my hair
I see it in my mind
I feel it in my soul
When I see me in this place
 I can see me gently growing old


8-26-14


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A MOUNTAIN CALLED HOME

The Kings ,met 
For a home to call 
Must be built, 
before nightfall 

The King of Earth 
with the King of Flame, 
set to work 
For the journey was long 
For a home to be built 
In the mountain 
In which they did belong 

The Faeries flew on ahead 
Through forests 
Over streams 
Rising higher 
Onwards they sped 

You do not choose a mountain 
A mountain, chooses you 
So it was... 
As the faeries found 
The mountain... 
Gave its' ground 

Heartstone Eagles, 
called with glee 
Circling high 
The air, so sweet 
From a mountain, 
that gave so willingly, you see 

The Earthen King shaped the rock, 
in to halls, rooms and stairs 
Turrets and spires 
Creating something new 
The castle... 
Grew and grew 

The King of Flame, 
touched the stones 
Changing the colour 
Drawing out the precious metal 
Locked within 
Mountain rock now gleamed 

A shimmering jewel 
Amongst the deep green forests 
From a mountain 
That gave everything 

A secret path was made 
From the golden sand 
Up through forest glade 
To a castle, so grand 

The Princess of Magic 
Cast a spell 
To hide the secret path 
Only to be revealed to those who uttered the words.. 
The Wise Ways 

The ships were unloaded 
The treasures taken up 
Such precious things, 
once under spell, lock and key 
Could now be displayed for all to see 

Wooden ships, empty and forlorn 
Lay quietly in the bay 
The island hidden from all 
The ships were released , to roam 
An ocean, so blue 
This was their new home 


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On my way to grandma's

I baked some yummy cookies and wrapped them up real nice
I was on my way to grandma's, when I ran into some mice
They looked a little hungry and they looked a little sad
So I gave them all the cookies that I had inside my bag
I promised grandma cookies, and went home to bake some more
But on my way to grandma's house I ran into a bore
She asked me where I was going and if she could come along
Then I looked down at my cookies and realized that they were gone
I promised grandma cookies and went home again to bake
But when I got back to my house, there were no more left to make
I promised grandma cookies and didn't know what else to do
So I made some chocolate brownies with nuts and cashews too
I was on my way to grandmas when I ran into a goat
He asked me what the yummy smell was that was coming from my coat
I didn't want to tell him, but I didn't want to lie
Then he asked me with the saddest face if he could have a bite
I reached down in my pocket and pinched him off a piece
And went on my way to grandma's, but it was getting hard to see
I was on my way to grandma's and realized I'd lost my way
I was getting tired and hungry, I hadn't eaten all day
She must have gotten worried and come out to look for me
she said that she had found me, beneath an old oak tree
She took me to her house and tucked me into bed
gentely held my hand and kissed my little head
when I told her what had happend, she began to cry
Then she told me that she loved me and sang me a lullaby


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THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain i know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as i scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree 


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Tornadoes of New Hampshire

Yesterday I thought I try
to help some strangers, I thought I would cry
So we drove an hour and half to meet
The rain was so torrential we could hardly see

But our mission was true and hopefully we strove
All along the road a beautiful green land cove 
I was hard to believe that nature had struck 
So we pulled up the station and unloaded our truck
 
We bought them water and batteries to 
And a bag full of clothes to cheer up there blues 
Here a woman had lost her life 
The baby in her arms lived through the strife 

She was unlucky God called her home 
So sadly down the street we decided to roam 
We came upon some broken limbs of trees 
Further down that road we did squeeze

My heart fell down my hands to my knees 
There along the road for were broken off tops of pine trees 
The twisted heaps lined family yards 
And to each one of them I send you my regards

It looked like a war zone
 I had never seen anything like this at my home 
Nature had unleashed her wrath 
Distorted people lives in a wink of her path 

Animals ran loose wires were down 
After it was over 
came the shock and tears abound

I am sure they will never come to forget 
the moments of terror and that awful upset

For all those people I wish you the best 
And I hope your friends; family and neighbors help clean up the mess   
I hope we as humans can pull together and help 
And those with more money please share your wealth




 




Details | Rhyme | |

Island Home

When I grow old and leave this world 
Within my eyes will be held 
The beauty of this Island home 
Where I have forever dwelled 

The lushness of evergreen trees
And salt upon the endless sea 
Of craggy rocks forged by time 
The only place I wish to ever be

Quaint salt and pepper houses 
Gaily coloured in rainbows hues 
Reflected in the mighty sea 
Of the most amazing blues 

Of sailors weathered smiles 
On the windswept hardened land 
Such wondrous beauty to unfold 
As sea rolls upon golden sand 

Where whales swim nonchalantly 
Between brightly coloured dories 
And seagulls soar the heavenly skies 
Amid pillowy clouds of glory

People so open and friendly 
Wave a very warm hello
Friends and loved ones sadly missed
More than anyone could ever know 

To leave this place forever 
Will tear away my soul 
For I know that I will leave it 
When I grow very old 

Some people dream of heaven 
The great expanse above 
I simply dream of my island home 
That I have come to love 

For its taste and feel fill me 
And no matter where I end up to dwell 
I will never, ever forget 
Its salty, welcoming smell

Its beauty is a part of me 
Tranquil and at peace 
My island home in the sea 
Is my sweet release!


Details | Couplet | |

Lost

Enveloped in a shroud of sapphire
Lay a listless child by a fire
Who sought an adventure and lost his way
Who had mourned the passing of the day
Gone had fled the light
His home now far from sight
For hours did he moan
For he was now all alone
But then glowed the embers of the sky
The child looked up and tears did dry
His fears and sorrows gave way to wonder
No longer cursed he at his careless blunder
The stars did then smile in glee
As then the boy did see
No further did he have to roam
For they paved the pathway to his home 


Details | Bio | |

Ocean Vistas

Like most, I revel in being on the ocean beach,
There's a majesty, a magic, beyond words reach,
The word "awe" is insufficient as a description,
On it's effect on most
It's power, it's immensity,
Beyond the power of words,
And, more mysterious still,
It's soothing effect on the mind,
Unmatched by any drug company...

When my wife's infidelity
Drove me from my home and children,
I went to the beach, sat on a bench
In the early summer afternoon,
Seeking it's strength,
It's powerful tranquility...

I miscalculated one thing,
The views of loving couples,
Happy families,
These sights were arrows
In my weakened heart,
And I went home all the sadder.

It's strength,
My weakness,
The weakness is human,
The strength is nature,
It took me years to realize
This natural distinction.


Details | Lyric | |

No Bait

I camped upon a stream so clear,
by chance to catch some Trout.
the bait I thought I'd brought along,
I found that I'd left without.

It really didn't matter though,
that I could do no fishing.
Its better to have gone and watched,
than sat at home just wishing.

Now the moral of this story is,
don't sit at home and wish.
And never leave your bait at home,
when your going after fish.





















Details | Ode | |

ODE TO THE UNKNOWN

The clouds rolled in quickly
As the cars rolled out 
No one had a clue
What Katrina was all about

They packed things lightly
“We will be home in a day or two,
So feed and water the pets,
We’ll be home when the storm is through”

Side by side they slept
On cots and sleeping bags
While the Dome began to crumble
Changing their riches into rags

Not so still waters
Began to rise so deep
Only debris and disabled cars
Are what’s left on their streets

Power lines amongst the ruin
The dog walks slowly along
Looking for the home 
To which he once belonged

Tent cities on the highways
Where they were safe from the disease
The view from where they stood 
Brought them to their knees

No lights to come on
Only sirens, screams and cries
Searching for the living
While the dead float on by



					




Details | I do not know? | |

GOLDEN FLOWER

Golden flower, 
in sweet mountain air 
How do you fare? 

This air so pure, 
a natural high 
Sweet golden flower 
to you I must fly 

Nestled in mountain stone, 
sweet golden flower, 
all alone 

Only I can see, 
its beauty 
This mountain I comb, 
looking for its home 
For I am the honey bee 

Golden flower 
Hidden in stone, 
far I must roam, 
to find its home 

High I must fly, 
to detect its presence 
Pure mountain air 
Golden flower 
Spreading its golden essence 

Rock of grey, 
sweet golden flower, 
draws me in 
with its irrisistable power 
Drink I may 

This I search 
in the sweet mountain air 
Among silver birch 
Sweet golden flowers 
among stone towers, 
How do you fare? 

Sweet mountain air, 
full of golden presence 
Sweet golden flower, 
spreading its essence 


Details | Narrative | |

Memory of Summer

Silent mornings...bright crystal light
filtered lukewarm and pale 
through long white stratus veils
gliding through an ancient void of neon blue
To our naked eyes...its chemicals mix unseen
confined to our sight's simple color scheme

On an endless road far from home  
my destination unknown
tanned by solar glare , my skin glistened in the humid air
passing flowerfield gardens sweet
their reap my secret keep
tasting fruit ripe and bruised 
tasting...raspberry dew

Walking barefoot through tall blue grass
Crossing white coal stone paths  
to white sand beaches covered with glistening particles of glass

Oceanshore...intides turned sand tender as clay
sunlight burning...yearning relief
I found shade beneath 
white cedars 
Maple leaves,their colorful expanse cool and pleasant  
filtered solar incandescence
I nestled on blankets of paper leaves 
and slept until eve

No summer forgotten,past winters...I can't remember

Skyward gaze, the skies bright yet its still night
and I'm miles from home in the distance dark overcast and thunder
Yearning tomorrow morning...the memories of summer



 



Details | Ballad | |

THE MOUNTAIN

Stone crops flash by me, 
blur of speed 

Flick of wing,turn of beak, 
the hunt is on 
for the prey I seek 

Spears of rock 
are my home 

This magnificent mountain 
strewn with scree 
capped by frost 
ringed by tree 

Rising high,it stands alone, 
granite buttresses 
keep it company 

Planes of rock make me twist and turn, 
complex flying I must learn 
to circumnavigate this world of stone 

Timeless unchanging mountain, 
my home in cool,crisp air 

Wind whispering, 
call me invitingly to the search 
for I am the Hawk of this mountain 

A mountain I know well 
for it is living breathing stone, 
my place ,my home 

Scent of pine  fills me 
as I scan for prey 
Blur of speed on rock 
endless scree 

My mountain,my home, 
this is no solitary life 
for I am not alone 

Weathered rock,clean air 
scent of green 
are my companions 
not always seen 

Spears  of stone reach for sky, 
turn of wing I fly by 
complex flying 
rock sighing 

This mountain stands alone , 
my hunting ground,my home 
strewn with scree, 
capped with frost, 
ringed by tree