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Details | Sonnet | |

Gentle Summer Rain Art

Featuring:)  Giorgio Veneto

She writes about Fall's beauty in the rain 
The falling raindrops' dance ascribing thence 
Bespoken verse that lightens her refrain 
before the time they met - her steps commence. 

She listens to the soft and rhythmic thrum, 
her love turned to escape and cloudy string 
Where nimbus mistletoe fell, tears to become 
Their kiss of Autumn was symbolic ring. 

The first light cotton mists with summer rays 
While skyward cheerful laughs adorn the land, 
their ceremonial dance diffuses grays, 
affectionate embrace, where dreams expand. 

Upon September's sky the raindrops gleam 
With half of hidden Sun to laugh and beam.

Enjoy the FRAGRANCE OF RAIN

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FRAGRANCE OF RAIN 
8/29/13 
Sonnet 
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~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Details | Verse | |

Niagara Falls

                                          Echoing 
                                 loudly inside my head,
                   roaring thunder rushing through my veins.

                                       Powers are
                              chaining me mesmerized,
                         hypnotizing with a mighty force.

                                         Turbulent 
                                thoughts are racing blindly
                             spilling into open nothingness.

                                     Crashing down,
                                   only to rise again
                             as an eternal magical mist.


Written by Brenda Meier-Hans 
10.27.2014
Nette Onclaud’s Contest:
Some form of Crystalline 


Details | Ballade | |

As night draws near

As night draws near

Gleaming in the silence
And the brightness of the sun
The trees beside the river
Are dancing, every one
Upon this cooling evening breeze
I’m lost in all of this
As river does reflect the all
My heart is filled with bliss.

Ravens flying overhead
They fill the silent air
With throaty caws, of loneliness
Their songs fills everywhere
With the breath of evening mystery
To herald the dusk in
As day does fade to darkness
The evening song begins.

I’m lost within the sweetness of
The dusks sweet, silent song
I think that it be in this darkness
That my soul does belong.

Bird songs come, then fade away
To be lost within the stillness
As darkness comes to fill the air
With the sweetness of it’s breath
In the depths of sweet serenity
The spirits come to play
And all the nymphs and fairy folk
Do dance the night away

31 October 2013 @ 0514hrs.


Details | Ghazal | |

Spirits Soar

Listening peacefully to Bach I soar,
Above the clouds as a hawk I soar.

Lying on forests mossy floor,
Listening to natures talk I soar.

Watching geese fly south, encore,
Majestically beautiful flock I soar.

Knowing life has so much in store,
Answering its every knock I soar.

At times life is like a lions roar,
Standing as a solid rock I soar.

I shall hear natures call, and open its door,
Making sure that with every breath I soar.

Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
November 2012


Details | Sonnet | |

The Planting

The Planting

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

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

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

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

Robert Lindley, 10-01- 2014


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


Details | Ballade | |

Walking by the river

Walking by the river.

It was that kind of day
With the Spring Sun soft and warm
There was a kind of energy
That moved within my form
I could have walked the whole day long
As I felt me, natures pull
Oh Lord those river trails are beautiful.

I passed a group of roos
Who were grazing by the river
Some Parrots screeched above my head
And set my heart a quiver
And as those creatures gave their calls
A Kookaburra laughed
Oh how I love to walk that river path.

It was that kind of day
That you’d like to last for years
With the country air rich in my lungs
And my mind all calm and clear
I could have walked until I dropped
Along that river trail
Feeling good and living in the now.

16 September 2004


Details | Ballade | |

Fifteen tiny Swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows

Fifteen tiny swallows
All perched upon a fence
Oh what handsome fellows
But here, let me commence
To speak of all their beauty
These tiny little birds
All black and cream with a reddish throat
Oh how my heart they stirred

A lady walking with her dog
Disturbed these little guys
So from the fence these birds take wing
And head towards the skies
It seems that they are dancing
In the way they fly around
 They always seem to fly in circles 
And nearly touch the ground.

I walk around these wetlands
And wonder at it all
Everyday it’s something else
And it’s all so beautiful
Ducks and swallows, parrots too
And the beauty of the lake
I love to walk there most of all
At the coming of the daybreak.

16 August 2013 @ 1510hrs.




Details | Light Poetry | |

The Break of Dawn

I woke up at the break of dawn,
with the feeling that all hope is gone,
I was not sure where to begin,
but I was determined to win.

No dazzling stars,
no visible  moonlight,
no chirping birds, 
to tease my empty words.

I walked through the door with a subtle grin,
nursing bruises all over my skin.
I tried to escape yesterday’s punishment,
and saturate my mind with hope and fulfillment.

Walking down the dark empty street,
a cab stopped  exactly at my feet,
I hired him to take me to the mountains,
to breath out the stagnant air
and repair my body’s wear and tear.

His grouchy voice thundered through my ears,
he spoke with a strange accent that I could hardly hear,
It passes through one ear, and suddenly it disappears.

We journeyed through sleeping towns,
they stared at us without a sound,	  
steep hills and rocky path,
bending streets and winding roads
dumping my burdensome loads.

He made a sudden turn,
and I felt a sensational yearn
spilling over in my soul.
Mother nature bursts from the horizon
and filled my heart with glad tidings.

Layers of mountains blink at me,
taking me up and down the gigantic tree
guiding me to my  unseen dreams,
while patches of green and sun burnt grass
prepare the city for the morning mass.

I saw her bursting through the thick grey clouds,
and I stopped the car and spoke to her aloud,
I climb on top of a nearby rock,
and reached towards her and interlock.
I was just in time for the meeting,
Oh how my soul yearns for this healing.

Mother nature looked at me with a grin
she shook my hand, 
and said, “where shall we begin?”
I lamented the troubles of my piercing heart,
and requested for a balance start.

What took you so long?
I know that you have been hurting all along,
and  I have been waiting for you to prove them wrong.
 
“Worry no more,
I am going to fulfill the desires of your burning soul,
look around and tell me what you see,
observe carefully and you will agree.

Let me ignite your body and soul, 
and sooth the sorrows  that you bore,
sleepless nights,
daily fights,
unfair treatment,
and treacherous  lies.

The meeting came to an end,
and I felt free again,
the peshmerga drove up the  steep hill
and greeted me with goodwill 
Dawn fully broke out into broad day light,
and filled my soul with joy and delight.

©2013 Christine Phillips




Details | Ballade | |

Everything goes round in circles

Everything goes round in circles.

Everything, it goes in circles
So why the worry all the time?
It seems to me all our impatience
It really is  a blessed crime
Always frightened death will touch us
Thinking there is but one life
Fear is such a foolish action
Gets us all in so much strife.

In nature there is not a straight line
Straight lines just exist in mind
The seasons sun and moon above us
Look at them and you will find
That all of them go round in circles
Everything goes round and round
I have looked, it seems forever
And this is all I’ve ever found.

And so my friends just drop your worries
Don’t be foolish, live your life
Without the fear, and the impatience
These they cause you too much strife
Life goes on, it does forever
Take a look so deep within
To worry, worry till forever
This is such a blessed sin.

17 May 2014 @ 0745hrs.












Details | Free verse | |

NIGHT STROLL



tonight I stroll with the wise moon, throwing
life’s marbles unto muddy pools
of ennui, and she shifts her face against
cerulean breezes, tasting the mildness

on lapping shores…she heaves
gently of the moment, renewing my senses;
a warm elixir to my weary mind
and lonely refrains, delicately cleansing

snarled reflections and disheveled
pauses; her flicker bestows fire of hope
and answered promise to yesterday’s petitions
tasting my breath flow from her soul,

I beam at her crown restored, as she cuddles
my unspoken words, her own song,
a blazed aspiration fulfilling my favor
and under panels of grass, I realize
she has learned to walk with me in the rain.





Details | Ballade | |

Why aren't we happy

Why aren’t we happy?

What is it in the most of us?
We are not how we should be
We should be like a singing bird
Who boldly, in the trees
Sings his song when fear is done
His life just flows along
He only knows the dance of life
So he just sings his song.


And yet we humans live our lives
Enfolded in our fears
Glorifying in the sad
And making this quite clear
As we always speak of doom and gloom
And watch it on TV
And always live our lives in fear
Is this the way it should be?


If only each would take a look
And see just what we be
We never see the flowers grow
Or let our hearts be free
Maybe it’s time to see the truth
Of what this life could be
If we look at life without the fear
And live with mystery.

6 August 2013 @ 1908hrs.


Details | Haibun | |

The Wisdom of the Breeze

I wanted to write of nature: the clouds, the birds, the gurgling creek. But the words never felt quite right. The trees were lush with their summer leaves, except I felt the description didn't do them justice. The grass was wet with fresh dew, the squirrels were prancing about... why couldn't I come up with something? Ink from my quill soon dried up and so I moved onto pencils. They were fine for awhile, but I kept breaking them out of frustration. 'Twas a poet that wanted so bad to curse the beautiful day for not giving him his desires. But at last the wise and ancient breeze came rolling in... with a little something different to say...

these pages were blown
into the sky of unknown -
I waved them goodbye


Details | Narrative | |

New Paths

A new path is what we seek.
The surroundings are taking a peek,
Going through, very meek,
Seeing no bleaks,
Getting piqued,
While hearing creaks,
In the new paths that we seek...

The new path is what is found,
Going through forests bound,
Going through the path inbound,
With soothing and raging water sounds.
Walking confound,
Silence profounded,
Sight astounded,
Passed through burial grounds...

Seeking for another way around,
Noises resound,
Spirits surround,
The paths newfounded,
Our instincts compounded,
Followed by the hounds,
Echoes in ultrasounds,
Passed through mysterious breeding grounds...

Going to stamping grounds,
Trying to get off this ground,
With those burial mounds,
Death moving the wheels around,
Silhouettes running aground,
Trying to leave safe and sound,
Passing through some hunting grounds...

Seeking for common grounds,
The mistaken path redounded,
Regretful screams abound.
Plans propounded,
Though some are fouled,
Throughout the paths that were found...

However, most are lost and wounded,
Most tended to walk out,
Some minds and hearts full of doubts.
Hearing salvation shouts,
From all these new paths walked and found...


Details | Free verse | |

Just Be

Sometimes I admire the littlest things
A simple rock. A blade of grass. 
They need no future goals, no tax exemptions
They don’t need to go anywhere or be anything
They just are. 

Sometimes, especially when I’m reading life insurance policies,
I envy the rocks and the grass
And try to be like them for a moment. 
I sit perfectly still and give myself to the wind-
And it whispers in my ear:
Just be.
And for that moment I don’t need to go anywhere or be anything.
And at the snap of my fingers, 
All the complex widgets and gizmos that make up my life
Fold into paper airplanes and fly off in the wind.

Jacob Reinhardt
10/07/13


Details | Ode | |

An Ode to the Bee

The echo of Winter will never eclipse
The gentle breeze carrying Spring, 
Or birds overhead, with their eyes well affixed
On the future for marvelous things. 

The sedulous bees bringing life to the Earth, 
While they buzz and wash over each section.
The warriors of progress, unknowing their worth,
Wielding only a sting for protection.

The tiny striped martyrs then bravely depart
From the plant, at some length, to the swarm.
The nectar collected, their personal art.
The hive waiting, welcome and warm.

To witness this magic in calm disbelief, 
Is a treasure, a blessing to see.
The simple, whole truth is, from mountain to reef, 
All life here would cease without bees.


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 | Verse | |

Wildflowers

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The Autumn Affect

There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench 
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy 
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home


Details | Ballade | |

Dancing with the trees

Dancing with the trees.

Like the silence of the bush be I
So wonderful I feel
Within the depth of mystic river
Comes a space that is so still
I see it all, and all of me 
In the dancing of the trees
The way they wave so gracefully
As they float upon the breeze.

I catch a glimpse of the vast 'I am'
In the power of the silence
All arrogance it dissipates
And so do shades of violence
As they flow away on the painted river
On it's way to the mighty ocean
The only thing that takes their place
Is love and sweet devotion.

A Parrot lands upon a branch
All orange, blue, and green
As I catch a glimpse of the morning sun
As it shines upon his sheen
And make the colours come to life
And I feel that power in me
the power of the all that is
With all it's energy.

25 September 2013 @ 1020hrs.


Details | Imagism | |

A Leaf Unfurls

See all of the buds upon the trees
watch closely as slowly one unfurls
each tiny weeny leaf stretching out
one by one peeling away from the buds

Turning their faces up to the sun
some sticky buds much longer taking 
all sorts of shapes and different sizes
as they grow and cast their dappled shade

On the tender plants hiding below
shade lovers of stunning colours
scarlet red Hostas amidst bluebells
the trumpets waving on their long stems

All the sun lovers blooms open wide
drinking in the heat beaming down
tulips bright with merry stripes
all the colours of the rainbow

Swaying gentle in noon heat
tall hollyhocks stately bend
the early promise of a rose
scents abound flooding senses

So easy to lay back and drift off
sun shining down heats the skin
bees droning gathering nectar
such an idyllic place to rest awhile




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Details | Ode | |

Ode to My Hills

Driving home, the sun beaming down
highlighting the Quantock foothills
a criss-cross quilt of very small fields
too steep for mechanical ploughs
worked still by man and shire horses

Bright gleaming yellow rape and mustard
interwoven with shades of brilliant green
a paradise for birds nesting in the hedges
tiny dots of white sheep scattered round
deep scarlet red of the fields laid to fallow

Ancient hills stun with captivating beauty
hardwood trees hundreds of years old
spread their sheltering branches wide
casting fat and long shadows ''neath their feet
grassy banks giving shelter to small animals

I gaze with delight filling up my soul
loving the fact these are my hills
that roll  and soar around my village
with magical names for each hill
some very bare others full of heather

Reminding me of my native home
Will's Neck and Cothelstone
rearing up above the deep valleys
with nestling lakes and rivers
this place my place till I pass on

these hills were the first place in England to be given the title of outstanding beauty 
1956 check them out in Wikipedia for these amazing views


Details | Free verse | |

HAND IN HAND


It's a November
when I find myself walking 
My hand holding yours
Side by side arms swaying
Your little fingers interlocking with mine.
I believe it is a happy day.
I think it shows in your little sun-tanned face.
I feel it myself from deep within.
Slowly welling up like a spring of water
From a dry ground, long athirst.
I see the sun walking along gently in pace with us
Touching your brown nose and passing your limbs.
Blessing you with a soft radiance and blissful joy a child can only know.
Your school uniform lighter than cerulean sky 
Matching your gaiety, perfecting a mother-child moment.
Dotting the passing clouds with pure colors of your innocence and laughter.
Gigantic floating cotton balls of clouds
like stringed balloons; oh, please hold onto them, 
cease 'em before away they fly.
A moment to treasure when things aren't as happy as they should.
A many of this I pray to come,
A joyful carefree walk with my little boy;
Now, a mother's hand held by her small son.



Details | Ballade | |

Hills where I wander

Hills Where I wander.

In the beautiful hills where I wander
With the velvet grass so lush and oh, so green.
They take me into depths in which I ponder
As I’m stunned by all this beauty here that’s seen.
As I walk along I hear the sound of thunder
Of the river as it crashes down those hills.
And as I walk, and as I listen and I wonder
I am stoned by every moment that I feel.

How that Kookaburra laughs so high above me
As he loudly gives his thanks for each new day.
And my troubles take a rest my burdens lifted
And I’m drunk with life and everything’s okay.
Those hills they be alive with magic moments
As the sun it paints them every kind of hue.
It’s perfection, and could never need improvement
As all around the sky be pristine blue.

Here be I, and there’s the hills so soft and silent
And this feeling it does fill my heart with joy
And the peace within a mind which had been violent
Be such a thing that cannot be destroyed.
Oh thank you Lord for giving me this morning
That never it will die within my being.
For this beauty that has got my mind a reeling
I know it be the truth that I be seeing.

Socrares 1992


Details | Ballade | |

Another day done

Another day done

In this soft, pregnant silence
I sit drinking beer
As river flows gently
It’s beautiful here!
The sun, making pictures
Brings sweetness to eye
I sit here just watching
As day passes by.

Those trees over yonder
Bring joy to my soul
As the breeze gets them waving
To dance is their role!
My heart feels so easy
As the grass, velvet green
Feels the soft touch of dew drops
On this dusk so serene.

The sky‘s all hung over 
With dark, weary clouds
They might soon be bursting
Cause the thunder so loud
Gives cry to Gods power
In his home, far away
On this soft tender dusk
Of a wonderful day


Details | Epic | |

Crossroads

Walking threw the mist of the night,
on the path that lead deep into the forest, in absence of sound;
from one whom was bought, no body shell be found,
of those who might be lost, homeward bound,
as we raven through this hollow ground.

Cross sentences that are incomplete, fractions that make you weak,
threw words that you learned so well, life is a living hell,
don't front and pull back, end of line, number check,
in the story and on track, blank page,
ink intact.


Details | Blank verse | |

The Dust God

I am drifting into memories.
Wasting away like a million photographs fading in the sun-
Yet with ceaseless renewal,
Staining the depths of my eyes with images
In the minds shutter ever fluttering to infinity,
Stringing together this conscious stream I play in-
My stupendous God made of dust and space
Tightrope walking existence!
And to think we too are made of mostly nothing-
Chance so scarcely gracing our atoms with a single touch
In a place so lonely when counted, 
Yet so abounding when felt!
So dance with the Dust God 
Poised miles above the earth-
Prance on your stilts, 
And peek into the great valleys beneath his skin.
Because any moment we could disappear 
Into


Jacob Reinhardt	
9/19/2013


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Duchess Of Paradise

She's highly sophisticated and full of undefiled wisdom
Yet a crowned Duchess in a paradise kingdom
Quite a beautiful angel flying with black wings
Covered in gold jewelry and precious things
She dresses like the women of ancient Egyptian class
Her wealth is generous and her money grows like grass
She loves orange scented candles with dark room flame  
She rules thirty legions of soldiers and Bune is her name
Her comely warrior voice can wake and relocate the dead
Her armies of soldiers gather around the cemetery
She is brave and deserves a princessly crown on her head
Her facility of speech and flair for words is legendary
A beautiful queen to be treated with respect and honor
Instead of blasphemy,wanton abuse and fictional horror


Details | Acrostic | |

FANCY

...Formidable treat he stress
At the early hour of this day.
No pain, no gain- All is still well.
Centenary dream is a luxury few can reach.
Yours truly, let your fate decide. 

_____________________________________

30th of April, 2013.


Details | Verse | |

Inspire

Inspire by Weston Gregory 

When the sun comes from the east 
Shining its beauty through the 
leaves,
I'm so inspired by what I  see.
Its way though not easy to say
I sigh when the rare jasmine bloom.
I smile at the  monarch butterfly 
choreograph loops,
and laugh in this lazy afternoon

I all but spy its spectrum hue
and am left mesmerize by its hovering 
on the west bound horizon too,
Jamaica is haunted by a spectre of 
gloom,
on its fading from sight on Negril west end 
soon

As if wishing on a dream 
Within the swirl of unsynchronized scenes 
our nature predicts tomorrow 
Whether serendipitous or nightmarish
horror.
Response well to a global hallow 
a prayer;
Goodnight my blossom see you in the morning,
When the sun comes from the east
Shining its beauty through leaves.....


Details | Ballade | |

Different

Different.

What be the man who stands alone?
So lonely in the crowd?
What makes one man an alien?
He may be quiet, or loud
But his soul screams "I am, I am"
And he doesn't seem to give a damn
About the way he's supposed to think
And they don't understand.

The crowds come on, our man be gone
To a world that's all his own.
And ever since his first recall
Forever he has known,
About the love in the smallest flower
And in the sweet bird trills
His life taught him the way to be
So he is always real.

He does not see things, how they're seen
By the ordinary man
As he so lost within a sunset
Or a lake so vast and grand.
Does yearn for nothing in this world
He only wants to be.
To know himself and understand
And melt in mystery.

Feb 27 2004.


Details | Ballade | |

Awaiting the rain

Awaiting the rain

The morning seems so soft and silent
Such peace is all around
The bleak grey skies, they promise ‘rain
Will come to drench the ground’
All around those wetland trees
Do twist and bend their forms
Waiting for that promised rain
Perhaps there’ll be a storm.

The birds be singing loudly now
Yet the silence never breaks
As kookaburras haunting laugh
Be heard above the lake
My feet scritch, scratch along the trail
Until I reach a fork
Then I veer off to the left of me
And down that track I walk.

Then through the gnarled and twisted trees
I see a wondrous sight
Two dozen roos they cross my path
And with such sweet delight
I watch the muscles in their thighs
So much power in each one
As I thank the lord, I walk this trail
Though the clouds do hide the sun.


Details | Ballade | |

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day

Every day is a wonderful day
Each moment a pleasure indeed
Cause I live on a wonderful planet
Where my life does fill all my needs
There’s the sun that comes up in the morning
The sweet birds that sing in the trees
And those trees as they reach up to heaven
Oh, I love how they dance on the breeze

It seems to me everyone’s moaning
About all the things they don’t like
There’s something so strange about people
A sadness that touches their Psyche
They don’t see the world quite like I do
And they don’t like me smiling at all
And because I’m a happy old fellow
They think I‘m a bloody old fool.

But I wear a smile, cause I’m laughing
At all of the troubles I’ve had
I once was a troubled young fellow
And everything hurt me so bad
But now there’s the sun in the morning
And everything life gives to me
And I am one happy old fellow
As I love everything that I be.

4 July 2013 @ 0455hrs.




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IF ONLY I COULD CATCH THE SUN, ever so softly


I try to ignore the squirming Hyde within 
And, with effort still,
I raise myself for the last traces 
of sunshine and fun.
What was left of the day, I savor for me. 
As the withering leaves of silence
have perfected the petals of stillness,
A quietude.
Such absence of sound
Never a serenity to the mind.
Disturbing solitude haunts.
Loneliness seems vivid as reality speaks 
Even the poignant sadness never parts
Solitary confinement paints an art.

Like the spectator in a thousand theatre plays,
 I achingly wait for the final curtains to part.
Then, as always expected -  
Left were the 
    dancing curtains 
       together with the late sunset wind. 
Tiny golden flecks 
   imprinting on the soft white 
        laces and trims.
Catching shadow images 
    of the last rays of brilliance, 
         blending slowly in yellow embers,
              forming orange coals, 
                   turning into sunkissed glow 
                         of a sad goodbye. 
Then,
    ever so softly fading
           into dullness and cloudless cold. 


And as the night falls, 
its shadowy self dances 
against the moonlit music of silence.
I listen and search still 
   for what is left. 
No traces of the sun 
whose magnificence and radiance 
had touched the leaves of laughter 
during my daytime slumbering; children frolicking, 
    early had the mind sensing. 
And, gone astray were the seeds of kindness 
    the day had grown.
It seemed they were sown 
    by someone I wish I had known. 


If only I could frolic 
    where little lads had been early today - 
        in the meadows, 
           by the pond, 
              along the shores, 
                  around friendly trees and smiling flowers, 
                       with the meadowlarks and chirpy games, 
                               I’d give away anything.
Basking in the sun on such a lemony day, 
someone sulks to find it's an emotional burn. 


If only I could catch the loveliness of the sun, 
I'd give away anything. 
ANYTHING. 
Just for something this grand. 


The mind wills but the heart groans. 
A moment of joy and laughter, so fleeting.
Forgot me, gave away the troubles. 
Today could be A DAY,
If only, ever so softly,  I could catch the sun.



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Early morning feelings

Early morning feelings

I sit me, here amidst the flowers
And play the poets role
As branches dancing on the breeze
Give magic to my soul
Sweet music plays on the stereo
As the birds, it seems, join in
And fill the air with harmony
That quietens minds dull din.

Then rose shrubs pink and orange flowers
Send their perfume out to me
As I sit here in my comfy chair
And listen endlessly
To the silence all around
That holds the many sounds
In this garden dressed in bliss
Such solace can be found.

No work for me, not ever now
I watch the day go by
And drink in beauty peacefully
That all around does lie
As I peer into my deepest soul
And see what lies in there
On this cloudy early morn
With sweetness everywhere.


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Little town of Pemberton

Little town of Pemberton.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
You’ve stole my heart away
I wake up clutched within your bosom
And greet each new born day
With heart made bright by what I see
The magnitude of you
The birds sing out, Wake up, wake up
As they ride your skies so blue.

Oh, little town of Pemberton
As the morning sun shines down
I breath into me, soft clean air
And stroll towards your town
As everywhere I look I see
Your special kind of beauty
To sing your praises joyfully
I feel this be my duty.

Pemberton, my heart lights up
As I look into your skies
Through canopies of deepest green
Is it any wonder why
Some folk, they travel untold miles
To catch a glimpse of you
Oh, Pemberton, sweet Pemberton
With the sky a cloudy hue

Oh little town of Pemberton
You live within my soul
Just walking through your wonderland
Has helped to make me whole
Your waterways, and giant forests
And the depth of your blue skies
Will make me love you, Pemberton
Until the day I die.


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Sycamore Memories-win

"To hold as 'twere, the mirror up to nature. " William Shakespeare," Hamlet 1601."


Window covered by a sycamore tree
Constant friend of my snowy Maple days
Memories spring as insects on a tree
Turn my gloomy days in glorious days

Hippocrates got his inspiration
For research in medicine to begin
Buddha sat under it for meditation
The enlightenment of mind to attain.

Desdemona sat sighing under it
In agony to hear willow song treat
Flying to Egypt Mary rested a bit
Crann ban “Money tree” in Irish spirit

To demystify health, to personalize
To me sycamore tree is to poetize.

 ** The notion of a "mirror held up to nature" has been taken over for any mimetic theory of art — the idea that art should represent reality and nature as closely as possible**           

                      +++++++
Revised and Reposted    May 4, 2014
Form : Shakespearean sonnet in Pentameter
Dr.Ram Mehta
Contest: Shakespeare by Frank H.
=========================
Dr. Ram Mehta
Date: 4/19/2011
Fourth Place win in :
Contest:The Tree sponsored by Constance La france-A rambling poet
=========================
* I wrote a sonnet Maple Memories in 2000 while living in Windsor-ONT 
and was posted on 6/29/2005 on PS as Maple Memories.
   The present poem is re-written for the contest.
** Maple Days- Maple is the national tree of Canada.
* Buddha is pronounced one syllable

 


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The river flows

The river flows

The river flows so endlessly
Replenishing the sea
With all the rain that falls to Earth
It’s just the way she be
And nothing halts her in her journey
She knows where she must go
No matter what, no matter when
To the ocean she will flow.

Oh yes she’ll travel on her way
Opposing all in sight
She never struggles to get there
She never uses might
She just goes with gravity
Lets him take her in his stride
Over rocks and, down the waterfalls
Sometimes she’s narrow, sometimes wide.

If we could flow just like this river
Our lives would be so sweet
We’d let life take us in her flow
And everything we’d meet
So softly and so easily
Till we get where we must go
You see, this be the way we’re made
To move within the flow.

28 June 2014 @ 1340hrs.









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Like a bird

Like a bird

Like a bird up in a treetop
Singing, tenderly
This little bird I know him well
This creature it be me
I sit here with my pen in hand
And sing so crazily
With symbols shining out like gold
I give my song to thee

These words, they be my  message
I sing them to the sky
One day his body will be gone
But the words will never die
They well up from my very soul
Without no help from me
I am that bird up in a tree
With his lone symphony.

And lord, I like to share it
I will whisper from the stars
And tell the world I am this bird
Send vibes out wide and far
That sing about the journey
The only one I know
As I’m sending out my story
In words that make it glow.

5 August 2013 @ 1755hrs.







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Glimpses of epiphany

Glimpses of epiphany

Once, a long, long time ago
I was filled with cares and woe
I thought that I was going to die
And the fear of it, it made me cry
As life became a misery
Self-pity came enfolding me.

And then one day amidst the trees
Something did take on over me
The trees lit up like Christmas lights
Glistened silver, sparkling bright
And I fell beneath the mystery
My heart all filled with untold glee

A whisper seemed to fill my soul
The world seemed pure, and sweet, and whole
And I knew, I had no doubt at all
That everything is wonderful
And since that day a peace has been
Making my world so serene

20 July 2013 @ 1725hrs.



For the Glimpses of epiphany epiphany contest


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United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.


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Where Blossoms Bloom


                             
I have tripped and fallen into the lonely abyss on occasions,
walked with rain as strangers passed me by, just like the song.
For loneliness is not the domain of the young or poets solemn, 
but a pitfall on the path as we savour life’s amazing adventure.
What cheers you up is but in the opening of an eye, inner or Optec,
Seasons flow and ebb, rage and calm, twist, turn blaze and fade.
And there, waiting for the unseeing to graze upon and freshly taste.
Not sulk in black selfish despair or rage at the happiness of others.
But enjoy the natural wonders about you; be enraptured by its awe,
Fertilise your senses, cultivate your heart. Let nature Sheppard you
towards contentment’s deep well, where blossoms bloom the mind. 


S.de B   2012-08-01


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The Angels came today

This poem is about a mystical experience I had whilst walking the wetland trails one day.


Angels came today

I think my angels came today
They stayed with me a while
Young Michael well he made me laugh
He really made me smile.
He made me happy with his ways
As he made my old feet dance
It seems he’d make me act the fool
Any time he got a chance’

He came with me on the wetland trails
He had a sense of humor
They say he really plays that horn
Perhaps it’s just a rumor!
He made me dance along those paths
Put lightness in my feet
And then came Angelique too
Oh she was very sweet.

Angelique, wondrous angel
Did hold me in her gaze
It seemed that she will always try
Some pain then to erase
Her eyes were lovely mystic blue
All love, and rich compassion
As she glided into me
In an angel kind of fashion.

I know not if these feelings felt
Were the play of restless mind
Or if these two indeed were angels
And yet they seemed so kind.
They gave me laughter
Gave me love
And I hope we meet again
For I felt within their blessed presence
The absence of all pain.


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Walking by the lake

Walking by the lake

The sun is shining tenderly
The sky is deepest blue
Green leaves dance upon the breeze
As birds be singing too
They sing a serenade of bliss
And peace be all around
As all along this dusty trail
 Blue lupins can be found.

The perfume heavy in the air
It speaks of wild geraniums
Young ferns they look so green and soft
And all those tall wild gums
Give out a rather pungent scent
That I have grown to love
As parrots screech in blissful joy
In those trees so high above.

The lake, it glimmers neath the sun
As ducks give out soft quacks
My footsteps grate on sand and gravel
As I stroll along the track
Swamp trees, all gnarled and looking scruffy
Form a tunnel there for me
As I walk beside lake Joondalup
And the dawn caresses me.


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The Fallen Galaxy

Inspired by a night time view over Dublin city from the Featherbed Mountains.



Standing on the edge of a forest overlooking a night time city,
Like a fallen galaxy trapped between the sea and mountains tall. 
Multi-coloured Stars sparkled brightly, beautiful yet cold.
At least that’s how it felt from the darkness of my lofty view.
A whispering forest sigh ran cool fingers through my hair, 
As if admiring the shared view while, tolerating my presence.
The creaking wood behind, swayed like a landlocked ocean current,
Pine leaves wafted down, scratching the air as they vainly spun,
Like a child leaving home for the first time, tremulous yet free.  
Alone and muted flew a neon eagle, high above the city jewels, 
The clouds dissolve and the fallen galaxy reflects on high.  



S.de B ............................12thJuly 2012


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The Break Of A New Day

It's another North Carolina morning,
Just before I see the sun rise.
To lighter blue the sky is turning,
And nature wakes opening her eyes.



©2013 Honestly JT


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Turn on your light

Turn On Your Light.

Turn on your light

Turn on your light
Light the velvet softness of your night
You might have felt that breath of sweetest power
In that silver moon
That paints the twilight hours
Have you ever felt that mystic pull
That takes you from the smallest flower 
To melt into the all.

I sometimes stand there staring at the sea
As each wave reaches out to destiny
To fade and then to come back
So another wave might form
To be destroyed
Then to be reborn….

Turn on your light
Pass no judgment, who’s to say what’s right?
 No need for this when light is shining bright
Have you felt such magic
Have you felt that pull
It’s something that must happen to each fool
He must learn how to melt into
The silence of the all.

The secrets they be wrote within your soul
Seek them out and let them make you whole
Each flower it must bloom then die
So know your precious I
Must be destroyed
To be reborn… 


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Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy [I call him Fred]
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.


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The soul of the Crab

The soul of the crab

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

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

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

9 August 2013 @ 2000hrs.


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An Angel Weeps

Look all around you
what do you see?
a world that was beautiful

Look closer, draw near
look from above
see the gnashes

There are great bare patches
de-void of their trees
just dust bowls

The angel watches
and her tears fall
like rain

As each lands
it heals the land
new growth appears

Soon a host of angels
each one weeping
their tears restoring all


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ABSORBING NATURE

ABSORBING NATURE
Jet stream shoots Between two mountains cliffs A breeze of honeysuckles I smell Shooting stream Jet between two mountains Cliffs of honeysuckles to enrich Mountains cliffs A stream jets a breeze felt Honeysuckles smelt and landscape blooms Waterfall Mountain parts water pours A course emerge a spring to love
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Poet: Verlena S. Walker Date: Penned October 26, 2014! Contest Name: SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE


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Princess Fairy Tinsel

Princess Tinsel.

It was a day in springtime in the valley
All the Elves and fairies gathered round
Today it was the coronation morning
Fairy Princess Tinsel would be crowned.

As blackbirds and some thrushes in the treetops
They warbled out a happy sounding song
The crickets and the frogs joined in, in chorus
You could tell that there was something going on.

Fairy Princess Tinsel, she was lovely
And on this very day she would be queen
And all the woodland people were ecstatic
For such a caring princess she had been.

So then the valley's filled with happy laughter
As fairy dust did sparkle everywhere
For Princess Tinsel soon she would be ruler
And oh, that lady was so very fair.

And as I end this story our Queen Tinsel
Has married her the prince who now be king
And peace and happiness does rule the valley
Which now they call "the land of everything".

21 August 2013 @ 1635hrs.


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The escape

The Escape.

Two field mice took a walk one day
Then feeling tired, they'd walked a ways
They thought they'd stop and rest a while
For home was further on some miles.

Then they heard the pad of old Toms paws
Which spooked them quite a bit I'm sure
As the cat purred loudly to see the mice
And thought "a meal it would be nice!"

Their whiskers quivered nervously
As, our two mice made haste to flee
So off they scampered for their lives
As old Tom cat for them did strive

That old cat looked he, high and low
And where they were he didn't know
As the two they trembled neath a bush
They could almost touch that mean old puss.

Then Tom gave up and skulked away
And the two mice lived another day
And their lungs filled up with gratitude
They'd foiled that old tom cat, so rude.

Peace, Socrares Dec 2 2003


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The God of love

The God of Love.

I watch the world, my heart cries out
"Oh Lord what be they doing?
They crush the rose with jackboot feet
As karma be accruing
As people fall like autumn leaves
As the old earth sucks them in
As they're blown to bits or slowly starved
Through all of wars grim din.

And no one sees the flowers grow
Or hears the sweet bird song
Or gazes at the clear blue sky
Or feels that they belong
as the whisper deep within them speaks
And tells of peace on Earth
No one seeks that golden flower
Or knows just what life's worth.

And does the God of love look down
Through all of powers noise?
As he watches all those people die
Is there any other choice?
And does he know this carnage
Be done in his good name?
Does it make him very, very sad
To watch our human games?

 2002


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I have loved it all

I have loved it all

I have loved it all
Adored the whole of it
All those foolish dramas
The dirt and all the grit
The joy, and all it’s sorrows
I’ve really loved it all
All in all my life is beautiful.

I’ve heard folk moan about old age
But not me, never, no
Cause every day forever more
I’ll always feel that glow
That comes from living happily
Within this now, and here
I’m holding each new day so very dear.

I have loved it all
I have, that’s how I be
Oh, I’m so glad to be here
With my philosophy
My fate knows what she’s doing
And she’ll do right by me.

You’ll never hear me moaning
About my years so far
Cause all is an adventure
With me, the leading star
And when I leave this shell behind
I’m quite prepared to go
Though where I’m bound for then, I do not know.


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Solitude

Through morning fog,
and mountain air,
a path less traveled
takes me there…
With new found strength,
where once was none,
as I climb high,
so does the sun.
In this secret, quiet,
hidden spot,
time reveals
what’s important...
- and what is not.
It doesn’t matter
what you’ve bought,
but it matters
what you’ve built.
If you make your
presence noticed,
then your absence 
will be felt…
 
 
Copyright © 2013
 


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Day One

Day One

Day one lays unfathomed
Like mist in the Sky.
Oh dear mouth halts the murmur
And behold the noon sky.
Eyes on the line watch the new heavens
As it marches gently with the noon.
On this clear noon sky, yet decision ceases to be made
And accepts being delayed till in the moon.

How vague will day one continues to be
Like a buried resources?
The day soon speaks needless to wither words:
The night will come and the session will begin.
And on this sacred night will this decision be proclaimed
With no iota of doubt,
That a nation will become his own;
With the next day never in doubt.


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Beautiful, Glorious Day

Run, run, run and give it all up!
Into His arms, commend your love!
Through Him, you are saved!
What a beautiful, glorious day!


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The Bald Eagle - Eileenesque

Unimpressed, she sits alone watching
There high above the river flowing
Sharp, keen eyes always scan, protecting
Her eggs are safe, awaiting hatching
Alone watching the river flowing

Jet air planes and speeding cars go by
As she watches from her perch on high
Then with stunning grace, she leaps to fly
Gliding, soaring, master of the sky
From her perch on high, she leaps to fly

The bald eagle impressed me that day
While watching her majestic display
As her kingdom there, she did survey
Turning, circling, choosing her way
Choosing her way, impressed me that day

©Donna Jones...an attempt at Eileen's form for her.....:-) :-) 
*we have bald eagles winter here along our rivers and build nests..it is awesome to go watch them..


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Whilst in the country

Whilst in the country

Sometimes whilst in the country
I’m feeling really great
As the breeze it rustles through the trees
And in me does create
Words that come out soft and sweet
As I’m wishing I lived there
Yet all around are countless folk
With faces filled with care

They’re just like all those city folk
But they have no excuse
Bricks and concrete all around
Is an awful kind of  noose !
But in the country, boy, oh boy
How can folk be so glum?
How can they walk around like this?
With all their feelings numb.

To walk around and feel real grand
Is the way I like to be
I love to laugh, and dance through life
Though I am seventy
But if I lived out in the country
Sixty, I’d be again
Cause country life would make me feel
Like a fish, on a day of rain.

2 August 2013 @ 1655hrs.





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It's a crying shame

It’s a crying shame

In the midnight hour
I stroll along this shore
A silence comes on over me
I’ve felt this thing before
It’s a kind of joining up with God
Whatever that might be
In the midnight hour so all alone with me.

So early in the morning
Before the dark has gone
I stroll along these wetland trails
My heart all filled with song
I hear the birds who come alive
Sing their prayers for the day
In the early morn, the whole world seems okay

It’s a crying shame
That the silence has to go
Amidst the noise of the market place
What happens to that glow
That come when folk are not around
Oh, it’s a crying shame
It might be that it’s only me to blame.

I walk amidst the market place
With all the noise it makes
The gossip and the judgements come
It’s noise for it’s own sake
As I try to find the silence
Of the morning and the night
I am searching for that source of all delight.


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Dawn is breaking

Dawn is breaking

Willie wagtail in my garden 
Sings a very special song
Telling me the sun is coming
Dawn will break soon, won’t be long
It’s dark outside with full moon shining
But soon the light will show its face
Green parrot makes his bell like music
How his song has so much grace

Kookaburra, he is laughing
Something funny has touched him
Could he be laughing at us human’s
With all our wars and crazy din?
Spring is just around the corner
And all of nature seems to know
As I sit here in the morning
My world it has a special glow.

Now the world has gone all silent
Waiting for the dawn to break
Soon the chorus is beginning
Singing just for loves own sake
All the birds will join the chorus
And my heart will start to sing
How I love these life soaked mornings
Such joy to me they always bring.

25 August 2013 @ 0631hrs.




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Termite country

Termite Country

We’re heading north to Exmouth,
Carnarvon we’ve just passed.
We be driving up a serpent road,
As the country seems so vast.
It’s hot outside, but in this van,
The air cons on and all,
As all along the road we pass,
Little goats, so beautiful….

And everywhere, most endlessly,
There’s a billion termite mounds.
Like baked brown little mountains,
They’re everywhere around.
We stopped near one, I marveled,
That a tiny beast, and blind!
Could build these blessed monuments,
It nearly blew my mind.

I took me then some photographs
Of these engineering feats,
As I let the awe and wonder,
Into my dull mind seep.
In such a vast, still country,
In the silence of the way,
Those mounds stood out so powerful,
In the heat of a sunburned day.

2003


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Much more you be

Inspired by Susan Delaney's latest Poem 'Every beautiful thing'

Much more you be.

Why aren’t you smiling?
Why aren’t you dancing with delight?
Just take a look around you
See the flowers, with colors bright
The birds, the beasts, the heavens
Oh, open up your eyes!!
Let each day be so wonderful
As you watch the dawn arise

You search for reason
You live for your beliefs
Yet life is not about this
It has smiles, and it has grief
Yet all of this you be
Every tiny bit is you
Cause you, my friends be life itself
Take a look, you’ll know it’s true.

You seek life everlasting
And yet right now this be
Just look within, you’ll see all this
Seek out your mystery
You think you, be this story
You’re name and your ideals
Yet you be life, yes life itself
The only thing that’s real.

27 December 2013 @ 1030hrs.








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spectacles

Show me who you are and i shall paint out broken columns on the valleys of her back as if such figure is un-common
i have found no beauty bending as the vines that are her hair and the frailty of man upon her back is what she bares
bleed her body for the harvest let them feast upon her soul for the nurishment of mother is leaps beyond so bold
she is like the flower growing in the deepest of dark forests,amongst the ivy and hemlock but her skin is much too porous
to concern herself with games that tantalize the men, as they marry on crusade it is her children that she tends
sheath your swords with her ambition and tip your arrows with her will, craft your armour from her strength and in the battle you will kill
come now children from the pasture and lay each upon her side, suckle gently at your mother although theirs pain she does not hide
though the water leaks from rooftops her leaves are thick and block the rain, as the water level rises cling to her branches with no shame
she is the stone upon the beach, once a mountain pound and breached
yet still her disposition clear to love her children that are near

inspired by Roots Frida Kahlo, 1907-1954


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Trees



I sit by my window
And watch the trees glow
They are lovely to my sight!
I can't ask for more despite.

I behold their leaves; they seem to reach
Something upward; a beseech
For blessings of sunshine and rains
Like praying hands of fettered pains.


(Info about the poem : From ancient wisdom, TREES are symbols of physical 
and spiritual nourishment, transformation and liberation, sustenance, spiritual 
growth, union and fertility)






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Under the Trees

Along the path in the woods,
Red and white flowers stand.
Among decaying wood,
Two leave plants are growing.

On the rotting trunk,
Growing mushrooms appear.
From the rotting hunk,
Wood dust settles near.

Sun shines less bright.
Winds cool the air.
Clouds shade the light.
Rain drops rest there.

Rain falls from the sky.
Plants turn their leaves.
Rain falls from up high.
Flowers lean in the breeze.

Rain and wind go their way.
Sunshine lights the ground.
Among flowers and leaves.
Two leave plants are growing.


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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 | Ballade | |

As the daylight comes

As Daylight comes

The scented Eucalyptus tree
With Banksia by her side
Does shine beneath the fading sun
On this evening deified
As I watch the gleaming river flow
Past giant tingle trees
My mind fades into nothingness
To let the soul roam free.

This river, like a gentle dream
Creates serenity
To the ending of a perfect day
As I, Alone with me
Do venture where heart only goes
As soft green branches dance
With grace, upon the evening breeze
These surroundings to enhance.

A man below secures canoes
As small dog bold, and playful
Gives chase to ducks who waddle off
Then the evening growing cool
Brings on that silence only felt
At the ending of each day
I witness all with mind at ease
As blue skies fade to grey.


Details | Rhyme | |

Watchman

Dark gray clouds amassed
Sunlight beams rays through
Moisture 'pon green grass
Time when all things life renew

The Mockingbird sings
Loud and strong his song
'Pon the dead limb clings
He the watchman headstrong 

Early one morning
Seeds and water placed
He spent hours singing
All the birds came_raced

His tune understood
All's safe come one_all
Even though some God forsook
But judgment's soon pall

The Watchman sings loud
Enjoy life today
And change from sin proud
Or judgment must weigh.

Finis'


Details | Sonnet | |

The wonder of life

The wonder of life.

Life to me is oh, so wonderful
Though once I never saw this fact at all
Drinking, smoking hooch that’s all I knew
Oh, so glad I am, those days are through

I live right now my life so filled with joy
This kind of happiness naught could destroy
Each breath I take is special now, these days
Life has filled me with a wondrous haze

I watch the trees they dance outside my window
In the mornings how my life gives me a glow
As God she touches me with all her power
And deep within my soul there blooms a flower

Just life it be the only thing I need
My world is free from power, lust, and greed.

! July 2014 @1335hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Through my window

Through my window

I looked  out of my window
And the sight just spun me out
The day was filled with so much beauty
It was everywhere about
The garden it was all lit up
As the sun light bathed the trees
Such sweet power to my eyes
As leaves danced on the breeze

And me, I’m sitting having tea
My mind all calm and ease
The bliss of sweet tranquillity
All worries do appease
The only thing I want to do
Is to lose myself in this
It’s just a fleeting taste of life
Yet gives me so much bliss.

I turn a way, for one heartbeat
And the image it has gone
‘Oh please don’t let it be this way
Let it go on, and on!’
I beg, but this can never be
It’s never how it is
One can only take what comes
When it comes to tasting bliss.

12 July 2013 @ 1315hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

The start of the day

The start of the day

The wind is kind of wild again
As I sit on the patio
The river filled with morning rain
Looks wondrous in it's flow

As the wind does put her in top gear
She speeds upon her way
She has one goal, to reach the ocean
On this very rainy day.

Along the furthest shore there be
Some trees, with life all done
And yet they seem to have much beauty
As they glow beneath the Sun.

A Kookaburra Laughs out loud
Then he lands upon a tree
He looks so handsome and so proud
As he peers on down at me.

A  group of ducks come waddling by
They're looking for a feed
These blessed birds, they know that I
Will fill their every need.

Just then the wife gets out of bed
And I make her morning tea
And I cook for her some toasted bread
As we sit here happily.

Then the morning comes to life
And the working day begins
Replacing all that's natural
With the weight of human din.

7 October 2013 @ 2109hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

Australia was made for me

Australia was made for me.

Sometimes, I just like to be
All alone and fancy free
There with nature by a lake
Awareness totally awake
As I catch the whiff of a big gum tree
Green parrots they fly over me
I hear the Ravens lonely caw
And nature thrills me more and more.

I watch the lake a glimmering
Reflections to my mind she brings
There’s a kind of lovely gentleness
The breeze, my still form does caress
 As I walk upon the velvet grass
The power of nature oh, so vast
Does seep into the heart of me
Enthralling me with mystery

Some pounding kangaroos come by
There gracefulness, oh my, oh my!!
It stuns my mind, oh what a sight!
Such power does my soul delight
Such beauty, this Australia
It makes my sense of wonder stir
No grander place I could foresee
This sacred land was made for me.

8 May 2014 @ 1235hrs.





Details | Ballade | |

My morning story

Morning story

Here’s my story of the mornings
This be my perfect time of day
First I must do my meditation
I would not start, no other way
When this is done, I greet the morning
With my feet like feathers filled
Walking down the sleepy highway
Or walking round some velvet field

No daily noise, it can be heard now
Human kind they sleep so sound
In being swathed in morning softness
Oh such solace can be found
Sky alight with loves pure beauty
Little dots there passing by
Morning magic, it be coming
As night time begins to die

Soon the creatures will be coming
The morning will fill up with song
Birds will say their morning prayers
And all the world will just belong
The fountains with their melody
Will join in with that happy crowd
All the silence will be shattered
Yet still be here, so sweet and loud.

Then the day comes crashing in
Voices, voices every where
It’s another magic moment
The whole world knows when day is there
Better get my mind to doing
Let’s write down a song or two
All the world is filled with magic
Each moment it be so brand new.

29 June 2013 @ o545hrs.



Details | Free verse | |

THE DRAGONFLY

Oh where does the dragonfly go, between the reeds,
And murky shore.
Gently dipping his wings edges, in the waters cooling
 Ripples, dancing across the tingling ponds waves,
To moisten it's beautiful translucent appendages,
So sheer and delicate of design.
Danger's bullfrog, on the Lilly pads so sits still,
Waiting ever so patiently, for the dragonfly to slip.
Yet awareness’s great aerial acrobat, knows better
 Not to mess around with this amphibian's slick
Devilish tongue.
So flights fancy leads him beyond, the flabby 
Froggies reach.
Testing limitations boundaries, this lighter
Than air insect, soars at mercy's whim,
 Gliding the currents wind, and tasting freedom's
Glory of wonderment.
Inspiration's tiniest of miracles, melts the poetic
Heart within, humbling one to pause, at nature's
Beauty beyond words expression.
Gleaming beneath the summers sun, the light
Shines and shimmers, as if made of glass,
A reflective surface of diamonds, cast asunder
With hews deepest blues, as it's aquatic canvas
Background below.
In this spiritual garden of the wetlands, cannot
Thee taste the essence of true purity, amongst
Clarity’s crystal clear air.
Oh do I not envy such a creature, as this the
Dragonfly, to drift a aloft from reed, to the
Abandoned Lillie pad, and see such magnificent
Natural beauty within nature itself.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

 

 
 

 
 

 
 

 


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

This Heaven

Shining brook glides over smooth rock, Sun shines and sparkles appear         I am me and the wilderness is we so show no fear      Towering trees above our heads shelter us from the tearful sky        Days go on weeks pass by      Such beauty and splendor do I feel high       Golden green grass on the country side, smell of fresh morning dew surrounds my mind      Warmth and happiness in this I find          God's creatures great and small vanish as the sun does fall    Glowing luminous man in the moon      Show us the way be it too soon    Leaving this heaven only to return to the city       But my mind so clear will forever remember you,  oh so pretty~~~~~~~~


Details | Ballad | |

Feeding time

Feeding Time

Those birds sit in the Banksia tree
They wait there silently
Then every now and then these guys
They screech on out to me
The trays are empty down below
There ain’t no seed to eat
And so they call on out to me
And give to me some heat.

I run outside and fill those trays
Like every day before
Those Guys they watch me from the tree
They’re smart birds that’s for sure
I do my job and move away
Then they dive bomb through the air
All squabbling and a bickering
And fighting for their share.

The big boss Coccy I call him Fred
He seems to run the show
He calls the shots, he always  does
He’ll always let them know
That he’s the boss and with his spouse
{]I call his misses June}
They feed alone on one seed tray
But they be finished soon.

Then all the parrots crash on down
Doing wheelies in the sky
A screeching and a carrying on
Oh lord, they’re noisy guys.
Then when they’ve finished feeding
Well suddenly they’re gone
They fly so crazy through the air
Oh how they carry on.











Details | Ballade | |

Sipping tea

Sipping tea

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 | Quatrain | |

For No One But Me

For no one but me.

Autumn leaves fall from a tree,
Ordinary people never inquired,
But, from my view I do see,
And instantly I'm inspired.

For no one but me.

Roses seem to bloom out,
Only when I am around,
There is absolutely no doubt,
Poetry is a talent I've found.

For no one but me.

Snowflakes twinkle as they fall,
They're gently blown over and under,
Most people don't care at all,
I watch them with awe and wonder.

For no one but me.

The moon shines at it's brightest,
Only when I draw near,
I don't mind in the slightest,
Because poetry calms my fear.

For no one but me.

I see this world in a different light,
When it shows it's beauty to me,
I sit with paper and pen to write,
Of the shimmering deep blue sea.

For no one but me.

Instead of using canvas and paint,
I describe color with black and white,
And I wait until daylight grows faint,
As stars draw me toward endless night.

For no one but me.

Because I am a poet,
What I am able to see,
Only another would know it,
This is what I'm meant to be.

For no one but me.


Details | Ballade | |

You should visit Perth

You should visit Perth

Have you ever been to Perth
Way down in W.A.
It’s such a wondrous place to be
I’d really have to say
We have the ocean all around
 And lovely wetland trails
If you’re ever in Australia
To visit Perth don’t fail.

Our parks are filled with Kangaroos
And every kind of birds
There’s Parrots, wading birds as well
Your hearts they will be stirred
If you take a drive to John forest
Or Yellagonga national park
Or watch the full moon on the ocean
When the daylight turns to dark.

As a city we are not too big
But we be squeaky clean
To stroll around our many shops
You’ll find a lovely scene
With buskers playing lovely tunes
Street artists everywhere
Oh, you should come and visit Perth
It’s a place so very rare.

21 May 2014 @ 1225hrs.


Details | Free verse | |

God Saw My Distress and Healed Me part 4

This question drives me up and down the walls
I know for certain that God has answered my calls
I can’t hang up on Him…He’s so brilliant
And I’m so little compared to Him…
Maybe I’m little in size and very insignificant compared to the most High
He gives me quite a natural high
He brings me back home and kisses me good night
Without His love, I’d be lost like a sheep losing his shepherd
I feel like I’m separated to God
As if God and I are on both sides of the coin…
Our oceans don’t collide with each other,
But He does make huge tidal waves…
And I make baby waves that swerve up and down
Like a wave’s movement, my life seems to have its low points and high points
But, when I build enough energy, I glide higher than the clouds
Though, unfortunately, I’ve only been dreaming this
Then, I collapse into the sand...my face rubs against it and I have scrapes all over
Sand and water do mix well, but afterwards, the sea shore’s weight will pile up on the bottom of the ocean floor
I can’t imagine how many grains of sand there are on Earth
There are countless amounts of ants on Earth as well
Trillions and trillions of them are in existence
It’s amazing how plants take in Carbon Dioxide
And we breathe in oxygen…
God is a fantastic creator and He did carve His creations pretty well
God saw my distress and He healed me
When I think about Him, I’m speechless and can’t say much
He’s made out of love and He bubbles me up with excitement
I haven’t given Him the credit of working miracles in my life…
But, I don’t want to divorce God…I must propose to Him like a wife
Does to her husband…I want to submit to Him
He made the sunset, the moon and stars
Look! He even made the planets and He healed our scars
He made the flowers, the roses and the creeping bugs
Look! He even made leaves for our eyes to see…
He made the change of seasons
God saw my distress and healed me
God made the wild cats, bears, reptiles
He made us have a brain that is as neat as black and white tiles
God healed me…and I’m simply glad He did so
God wiped out my distress…and He simply dressed me with happiness and He’s in high spirits to see me grow

 ~ Inspired by the band of Evanescence’s song: Never Go Back 
~ God inspired me to write this poem…


Details | Rhyme | |

How I love the early morning

 
Style Ronda Cincuenta

How I love the early morning

How I love the early morning
Way before the break of dawn
When moon and stars are gently shining
Such glory in the mystic morn
I meditate when I awake
Take the dog out for his walk
Then write some brand new poems
All that come from my mind talk

Then the daybreak starts to happen
The sky is beautiful
All orange red, as sun comes shining
This planet, oh, she has it all
My wife she gets up after this
And we have a cup of tea
This is oh, so very lovely
Sipping tea just her and me.

7 September 2014 @ 0940hrs


EVEN LINES RHYME... 2 AND 4, 6 AND 8, ETC



ok... here is a real easy one.. no syllable counting... word counting only....Lets cheer up Pat using her new form this week in the forum... God bless  


Ronda Cincuenta is a form created by Patricia Ann Farnsworth on May 4, 2014-
the wording is Spanish meaning Round Fifty…It is done with two verses only with no set number of lines just as long as they are equal in number so that rhyming with the equal number lines can be seen such as line 2 with line 4 line 6 with line 8 etc:
There is no syllable counting just word counting 50 in each verse


Details | Ballade | |

I do believe in God

I do believe in God

It is believed by many folk
That me, I don’t believe
In God, but that’s not really true
I will not they deceive
It’s true I don’t believe at all
All those dusty sacred books
But I know there is a god
She’s everywhere I look.

I see a tree, a bird, a flower
A river, or the sea
I feel the breeze against my skin
I feel the mystery
Of all the sweetness that is life
And I don’t believe, ‘I KNOW’
For when the din is gone from me
I feel her very flow.

I see my god as feminine
Not masculine at all
For love, true love it comes from they
So very beautiful
Who love there daughters, and there sons
As only females can
And so I’ll call my god a ‘she’
God cannot be a man.

2 July 2014 @ 1220hrs.


Details | Ballade | |

In the hills of Crystal Haven

In the hills of Crystal haven.


In the hills of crystal Haven
Roams a lady of real beauty
Who wanders with the wolves In liberty.
She has left the town of Brookville
To seek what Can't be found
Now she likes to hear the wind among the trees,

She had met this wise old hermit
Poorly washed and all bedraggled
And he had told her what could not be known
As she listened like still waters
In that space that feels like velvet
And now that mystic lady she must roam.

So she wanders all the hillsides
As she listens to the silence
And she talks to her good friends the forest folk.
While meanwhile all the townsfolk
They just laugh and call her crazy
As they point at her, and treat her as a joke.

For none have heard that whisper
That murmurs silence softly
As it comes from somewhere deep within ones soul
Drawing forth the butterfly
That flies one to the mystic
And with a soothing flutter makes one whole.

Dec 9 2003


Details | Sonnet | |

Newspaper-boy's special report

all year long six days a week
delivering his morningpapers
printed in big bold black
06.30 he always causes a creak

before dawn starting  his triple-round
when closing soft but firm the rickety fence
today bringing along so much more
being the messenger of such a different sound

during this daybreak-bike-ride
he noticed he'd never seen before
the presence of a surprising muse
while the moon was shining incredibly bright light 

in the dark moonlight's clearest arrow
on the streets his own moving shadow 

© Ellie Daphne

PS.

A tribute to all newspaper deliverers and one  in particular


Details | Lyric | |

So perfectly

So Perfectly

A small child laughs, a baby cries
As flowers worship sun
A small bird sings a song of joy
He knows the dawns begun
What hazy shades of bliss this be
As all, it feels like one.

A rabbit frolics on the lawn
As parrots in the trees
Give out their shrieks of pure delight
As dancing on the breeze
The trees fill me with mystic, magic
To give my heart some ease.

It’s not the same as yesterday
When I never saw those things
My heart, it now is open wide
And sweetness to me brings.

The fountain burbles with delight
My heart just sings a song
I love the whole wide world today
I feel that I belong
To this world so perfectly
Where nothing’s right or wrong.

29 July 2013 @ 1453hrs.


Details | Lyric | |

The whisper

The Whisper

In the softness of a diamond studded night
I felt that pregnant silence all around
And the moon she looked so magic in my sight
 As she cast her rich dark shadows on the ground.

I felt that mystic presence in the air
As I sensed an awesome power deep inside
And this essence it pervaded everywhere
As deep within my child, for freedom cried.

I heard the silence whisper to my heart
So soft, but oh so loud, and so, so, strong
As the voice of wisdom gently played it’s part
It’s very purity could not be wrong

‘Accept yourself’ the whisper seemed to say
You never know your time may not be long
Why not be here now, and live your life today?
            And let it be, and dance, and sing your song.


Details | Ballade | |

Walking the wetlands

Walking the wetlands. 

In the silence of the wetland trail
Pure life seeps into me
As cockatoos all black and bold
So loud, and oh, so free
Fly above, with wheeing cries
To land, this rain filled day 
Among the many Banksia trees
That grow along the way.

Two  mighty swans float proudly by
All black and handsome grace
They float upon the crystal lake
As smile lights up my face
There’s nothing could be sweeter than
This sweet wet, wondrous land
Walking through these soft wet trails
Makes a fellow feel so grand

Honey eaters flit about
They move from tree to tree
As a kookaburra calls
So bold and laughingly 
As trees they dance in the morning breeze
The sun lights up their sheen
And mesmerize me totally
And make my world serene.

There’s something about a lake or river
All filled up with wild birds
And Kangaroos, and reptiles too
 That get this old heart stirred
When I stroll along those gentle trails
I feel I’ve been reborn
But oh, I like it so much more
When rain does fill the morn.  

5 July 2013 @ 1310hrs.



Details | Ballade | |

The ducks at Nornalup

The ducks come in the morn

The morning comes, the ducks arrive
Just now there’s two of them
Yet  soon the others gather round
As they will do once again
Tomorrow, and the next day too
Until we leave this place
As I sit and watch their little antics
A smile alights my face.

So tame, these little feathered guys
They’ll let me touch them too
They remind me of the doggie kind
As they act the way they do
I feed them bread, it’s whole wheat too
And they catch it when I throw
There’s something about these handsome guys
That gives me quite a glow.

They waddle off, with food all gone
Then the daylight creeps on in
The river looks so still and dark
As the new day does begin
Then the twitter of the tiny wrens
Does fill the morning air
And soon there’s birdsong all around
And life is everywhere.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Birdie

That birdie was singing a beautiful song
I pretended it was for me
The notes played like a musical flute
Its melody a symphony

I looked around that little bird
Sitting in an evergreen tree
What could make it sing like that?
Was it really singing for me?

Manna fell from heaven
As breadcrumbs found their way
And the birdie sang even louder
It had something it wanted to say

To live in the moment
And appreciate this gift
I look at the birdie
And my soul it does lift

For even heaven knows the birdie
Its every need and care
It worries not for tomorrow
It appreciates the breeze - the air

I want to be the birdie
Singing a beautiful song
Let me remember this moment
May it live ever long


Details | Ballade | |

The real wealth

The real wealth.

Some folks like to dream a lot
About every little thing
They dream of having riches
And they want life to bring
Fame and fortune, love and joy
But they don’t even know
That all one really needs in life
Is that soft, sweet, tender glow.

I’ve met a lot of rich men
And read those tales of fame
Why would one ever want this?
It’s not my kind of game
I’ve looked at all the misery
That’s wrote into the eyes
Of those who thing they own the world
They never win the prize.

The prize be in you all the time
But most folk do not know
They live within those tiresome thoughts
They’ve lost sweet nature’s flow
They never hear that tiny whisper
That shadow deep within
They’re buried way beneath their truth
By the weight of all minds din.

25 June 2013 @ 0652hrs.


Details | Pastoral | |

Lines of sweet garlands lie beside

Lines of sweet garlands lie beside,
The winding road,
The stooping hill,
Pines and moorland bend to the ride,
Of Cupid’s delight,
The eerie, hoping thrill...

The shepherd’s flock, wool a-blowing,
Cow and music softly lowing,
To the wind which wisely, thanks bestowing,
Accepts the bow of Cupid’s aim...

Wind tripping lightly all along,
Its spouse, the cloud,
Its smile, the sun,
Sings the slipping, flighty throng,
Full voice aloud,
Along the frantic, joyous run...

The shepherd’s sweetheart, far away,
Stops from her song, stops from her Maying,
And hearing the sound, begins a-praying,
Accepts the flowers which high noon’s bride has thrown...


Details | Imagism | |

Herald in the moon

What glows in beauty
Like this flawless nature
In the stunning 'super moon'
Indeed a relic of divinity
When it comes this close
Thrills us with its moonlight


From savanna resorts of Africa
The bears in snowy Antarctic
Over the sassy Hollywood parties
The spectacle of Arabian nights
To civilised homes in Europe
It puts millions in awe


In moonstruck seas and cities 
All admire this rare gesture
The tides rise in dazzle
Sailors dock ships in wait
To see pie of marvel
In this epic showcase


Details | Free verse | |

High Worship

Above the lowly metro din,
we climb through earnest efforts
to slopes of grouse and goats.
Where skies brim pale and pure,
trails narrow, plummet, climb,
and jackknife over the granite jumble
of broken planetary bones.

We glimpse a momentary thaw
in a world frozen in icy fingers.
But we don’t whisper this to the lush grass
springing from damp soil,
pooled in the cool seeps,
between the shades of fir and spruce.

Who trembles on the lonesome
peaks and ridges?
Disoriented, by sparse air and stark beauty.
I long to view the hidden valleys 
of alpine grace, and remote peaks of
unreachable distance,
and ponder a holy, violent birth.

I bow to this risen paradise.


Details | Couplet | |

Where inspiration comes from - Contest

From hearts and flowers
the gaps between thoughts

moments within hours
gifts given and bought

dew drops on lotus leaves
skeletons of fish

smiles of old wise men
a reality from a wish

deep ocean currents
volcanic lava and ash

letters from the postman
a sudden increase in cash

a photographic image
words jumbled on a page

the formation of clouds
a bird outside a cage

sweet laughter of a kiddie
sad cries from those who’ve lost

hard lessons learned
and the price that it cost

spectacular sunsets
to snowmen who melt

rain dripping from gutters
life’s cards you’ve been dealt


4 September 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

As the children play

As the children play

As the children play
The morning comes awake
The sun comes peering through the mist
To herald in day break
I hear the call of a sleepy duck
As he waddles up to me
Two ravens fly above my head
Their lonesome calls enthral me.

There’s a feeling deep within my soul
As I watch the river flowing
The mood in me spells harmony
And it gets my heart to glowing
In the silence, echo’s of the truth
They fill the morning air
As the breath of mystic morning comes
To leave my soul quite bare.

The kookaburras crazy laugh
Does break on through the morn
As more waddling ducks arrive
To laze upon the lawn
And all around day comes alive
With the sounds of, tiny birds
As I watch these little fairy wrens
Such joy in me is stirred.


Details | Blank verse | |

NATIVE TONGUE

I speak native tongue
From the lees heart of
The keg and palm tree
In the kukuruku forest
To be suffuse with 
The spirit of Anwu.

Dum dum gbidi gbom
Basks my body in
Drum beats of Egungun
In the black tropical grove.
Talking drum that
Speak words from my mind
With the pulse of Orishe.

I eat only dry meat
That fills the mouth.
Give me oil and salt
To consume my cocoyam,
I shall offer you kolanut
And welcome you 
Within the hut of Ndiichie.

I speak native tongue,
The true voice 
Of nature imitated by 
Amana isôn eyen.
The Tongue of homecoming
And the bond of ancestry!


Details | Rhyme | |

Amazing

The sun rise's every day
Displaying wonders in a captivating way
And the sun, it sets, every night
With Gods paint brush,
The sky polishes colors to say its goodnight
And the stars, shimmer where ever you are
If you’re lucky, you’ll even see a shooting star
And the moon chooses to smile, grin, or frown
Once a month it decides to solely be round
And the seasons, they change, four times a year
Exposing the circle of life, with its turns, tugs and tears
A simple seed 
Awakens into a marvelous flower
While a tornado can destroy a town in less than an hour
And the snow, porcelain snow, can cover a whole city or state
While penguins spend their life with only one mate
There are animals in the sea, humans have yet to find
Nature,in every way, is exceptionally divine
A performance can be found at any part of the day
I am in AWE of all of creation, a gift to the potter’s clay.

By: Sabina Nicole
Written: 2/15/13


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku Three

Have you met this sight... Rose flower during the day Tis what worth seeing Have you heard this song... Nightingale voice in the dark Tis what worth hearing


Details | Ballade | |

Seeing by starlight

Seeing By Starlight.

I’m strolling on this clear, dark night,
All fancy free, dog by my side
I love to walk these lonely streets
My senses sharp, and open wide
The darkness even bolder now
‘Cause no moon rides the sky
And I just want to drink it in
Don’t want the scene to die.

I look up at the velvet sky
And I see a million gems.
And then I see a shooting star!
{Now and then you see them}
As I behold the mystery,
Of that milky kind of grey.
That space where lies, all mystery
They call the Milky Way.

The trees they look like coal black shadows,
And the grass trees growing there,
They look like people of the night,
All lurking everywhere.
They even spook our sherry girl,
[She’d make no killer dog]
But oh that feel there in the air!
Be this the breath of God??

About 1993.


Details | Free verse | |

But A Whisper Pt 1

                                              But a Whisper From the Childs perspective
                                                              Part 1 of 2
                                           
In my minds’ eye this life that I see is my very own upon your knee.
While I was in heaven in the heart of God waiting to be born,
I was full of excitement anticipating I wanted a Mother to adore.

I wanted a Mother to hold me tight, safe within her arms.
Raise me good give me love and keep me safe from harm.

I wanted a mother, who’ll bounce me on her knee, 
And give me sweet candy and kisses.
And when I’m away, on her mind I’ll stay, for it’s me she always misses.

A Mother to shape and mold me to be all I can be.
So when I’m older and out in the world I can make her proud of me.

A Mother to teach me of kool-aid and Jesus, baseball and football too.
A Mother that I can look at and say, I wanna be just like you.


I’ve had lots of time to think about what I want to be.
But I have the strangest feeling the worlds not ready for me.

So I must go back to the heart of God and stay for a little while,
But that’s ok for I have seen my dear sweet Mommas smile.

In my minds I you kissed me but a moment, A lifetime in a flash.
Although I knew you but a whisper, forever your memory will last.

                                                


Details | Free verse | |

Changing Sky

The sparkling rays of sun becomes faint,

A cold breeze of air envelopes me

when the vast blue sky evanescence,

And the dark clouds slowly emerge,

Then clouds begins to weep...


category: nature


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Garden Club Ruse part 1 of 2

For years no one ever had a clue...
Of the secret she hid..no one knew..
The child inside her never shed a tear...
Although she lived everyday with fear...
She grew up never knowing what love was...
Till that fateful day, when he met him on the bus..
He was tall and handsome and had a great smile...
Knew all the words making her feel worthwhile...
They fell in love and soon were married...
And that’s when things changed...the love got buried..
The days were long and the nights were lonely...
They seldom spoke, and if only...
She hadn’t seen that ad...this never would have happened..
Join the Garden Club today and...
 wipe all your cares away 
There’s more to this story..I must conceive...
So please follow this sequel and I believe....
You will stop and think of the words I wrote...
And perhaps even take your own personal note....
	


Details | I do not know? | |

pani ki lahre

                                       
main hu wo pani ki lahro ki trah
jo chalti rahe, ruke na kisi ke rokne par
koi roke to ban jau aur buland
sapne ho jaye aur buland
chalti rahu,chalti rahu
ruku na kisi ke rokne par
dat kar samna karu main,ydi samne aa jaye muskile mere
har na manu main main kisi se
chalti rahu,chalti rahu
main hu wo pani ki lahri ki trah
main hu wo pani ki lahri ki trah
           (sangita choudhary)


Details | Free verse | |

Tree Houses and Trigger Fingers

I wish I could take this noose from my tongue.
It doesn’t seem to work against the honesty of silver anyway. 
I wish I could hang it over the neck of my thoughts and pull it tighter every time they try to choke me with guilt or pessimism.

Well versed in the words it takes to build things up. My lips and sounds paint pictures and build grand cities where the price would be too high but, people would still pay to live there.

Better versed am I in the words that call for demolition. I need not even speak them before, I set all the beauty ablaze and cast those cities to rubble. All the people paying too much can flee or stay but, as the founder and captain I am charged with going down with my ship.

If I could just speak a balance.
Articulate a safe place. 
A perfectly leveled tree house with room for one or two.

Lately though, my words and thoughts shake and stutter. 
Trip over themselves like my hands reaching for a pen or a pill bottle.
At least that bottle is half way full, I guess.

In love with the thought of the very idea.
I see now, with no lenses, softening my harsh reality.
I must once more, try to focus on myself. 
Love myself and prove it. 
Reach for the things I need with conviction and not the unsure hands of a child, I've been sporting so well.

I can find a meadow.
No path required.
I will not rest there, I promise but, I may take in the scenery along the way. 
I need no hand to hold my own in respective appreciation.
I can see the wonder painted even brighter when it burns with a pang of solidarity.

I will work my words,
My tired feet,
My heavy lungs,
My heart with dented armor.
I will train my hands steady.

And this time when I put something in my sights, I won’t have to hesitate before I pull the trigger, painting the walls and ground with my red victory. 

A flower may yet hold promise,
Even in the wrong climate but first, the seed must be planted. Will it bloom?
We are getting ahead of ourselves.

Clear the board and start again.


Details | Rhyme | |

MORNING SKY

I have seen the morning sky
     Turn several shades of pink.
Sun rising through the background,
     Now and then gives me a wink.

This morning's truly better 
     Than the one from yesterday.
For yesterday is now a part
     Of what I see today.


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

Way to lace the blues

Way to lace the blues

They could be so hard in your care,
So leave the burdens to their bear’.
Then watch them disgrace?

Should them in their lots are the God,
So will the heavens know no shod?
Thus uphold His grace!

Live life and withhold not your love;
For your mode models you a clove.
Mean well to all race!

Blues as they, are must overcome.
Walk your light heart through earned welcome.
Way to tie the lace!
 
4th of March,2014.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Listen To Nature

Original Poem By: Michaelson Williams
Title: Listen to Nature

Listen to nature
The birds, the trees
Pay close attention to the falling of the leaves
Understand this is but only one life
Unnecessary to cut tension with a knife

Remembering when you were a child
Knowing nothing more than happiness through a smile
Learning to walk by taking baby steps
Parts of the journey we try to forget

Pushing the memories down, often hoping they quit
Rising back to the surface refusing to submit
Pain and drama often showing as fear
Nothing in this life intrinsically clear

Everything we know is but only a notion
A mixture of dreams, one colossal potion
Positives and negatives on which we will feed
Not knowing exactly which ones to believe


Standing in the rain, feeling every drop
Praying to something, hoping it stops
Let IT go and listen to nature
Turn your gaze; she wants you to face her

Let everything go, plant a new crop
Only then will you realize, that you are the rock
The fire, the water, and even the wind
Listen to Nature, embrace her within.

Expand your mind 
Set off into the Universe
Open the doors in which you haven’t rehearsed
Listen to Nature


Details | Couplet | |

The hills are alive

The hills are alive

These hills are alive with mystery
As I sit here all alone and free.

It’s morning time, so beautiful
As I listen to the wild birds call.

That God is here I know for sure
Her presence fills me more and more

I hear music loud and clear
The song of nature’s always here

Among these hills that I love best
I sit here filled with happiness

25 June 2014 @ 0826hrs.

I offer this pathetic write to Scots contest, sorry mate, too short for me but done my best


Details | Rhyme royal | |

NATURE'S VOICE 2

JUST AT THAT THE DEEP BLUE SKY STARTS
SMIING AT ITS DIRECTLY OPPOSITE
DEEP BLUE SEA...
THE BIRDS SHADOW AT THE FISHES
THE MOON AND STARTS STARES TROUGH ENOUGH
TO GRANT THE MOTHER EARTH A SPARKLING SIGHT AT NIGHT
A FITTED SETTING AND FANTASTIC
DISPLAY OF NATURE
THE DRIPING CRES FROM THE CLOUD
TO PROVE TO EARTH HER LOVE AND ADEQUATE CONCERN!
SPLENDID NATURE
DESCRIPTION ONE CANT UNFOLD
THE FRST MOST BEAUTIFUL PICTURE OF ARTS PAINTED
NATURE’S VOICE!!!


Details | Lyric | |

Feelin' this Shame Without a Name -part 3-

Just tell me (one more time)
Where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my lovely haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
Sick of your heartless smiles... 
Sick of sucking up your biles...
Somehow I know you still don't care about me...
You were heedless of my despondency 
There will be a time when I'll run away...from reality's demise
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide 
There's no hole to hop into... don't be afraid, little rabbit...
The light will shun out the darkness and reveal our true color...who will win the future prize? 
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your morbid luck
Embrace the silence...
Don't fence me in with your careless doubting 
I'm sick of your crying...
Sick of your lying
I won't listen to your lies
Sick of your voice...sick of your disease
Sick of your dreams and fantasies 
Sick of your love...it wears off on me
Sick of your existence... i wish I could live in pure ecstasy 
Tell me where is that paradise road
Tell me is it my heavenly haven or my sweet, sweet abode 
I'm sick of your plastic love
It's not enough x2...I seek love from up above
There will be a time when I'll escape from the corrupted world...and live another day without a single trace of fear
The truth will set you free...and, honey, there's no where to hide...
There's no hole to hop into...you snooze, you lose, little rabbit dear...
Don't let the night steer you away from the light
Embrace the silence,watch the sunrise with me, and we'll gaze at the small chicks as they take their first flight


~My song is dedicated to a song I love from Evanescence entitled Sick : - ). For the people who don't know Evanescence, look up her songs: Sick, My Heart is Broken, My Immortal, Hello, Lost in Paradise, Haunted, What You Want, Sweet Sacrifice, etc. xDD


Details | Triolet | |

Let Earth's Creatures Sing

As a soft drizzle falls to earth
Fill all with Thy Holy Spirit
Let earth's creatures sing loud with mirth 
As a soft drizzle falls to earth
Let the quiet that has been birthed
Open doorways to hearts Sonlit
As a soft drizzle falls to earth
Fill all with Thy Holy Spirit


Details | Rhyme | |

Serenity

Whispering, her soft soul, she speaks of serenity.
I do not deserve to gaze upon this Goddess, this deity.
She showers love, the first breath of spring, a kiss upon new life.
Hardened is my heavy heart, from misery and strife.
Passions as the scent of lilacs, the morning dew upon fresh birth.
She is summoned from the depths, to once again bless this earth.
To give blessings to a broken man, I cannot comprehend.
For I have destroyed and hated, she has healed and been a friend.
She walked amongst the wildflowers, she says "take me hand for hand"
Heavy are these labored legs, she kneels when I cannot stand.
Goddess grant me favor, forgiveness, looking into your eyes I am not alone.
Be gentle with my humbled soul, lost, help me to find my way home.

05-20-2014


Details | Free verse | |

Inspired

When the dark clouds of a thunderstorm appear on the horizon I take a front row seat. I watch as the sky is being filled with black clouds that shimmer with lightning. A slow, deep rumble of thunder fills the air. The color of dark green tree tops pressed against a dark sky is a beautiful scene. A slow wind begins to blow, almost smearing the colors of the trees into the clouds. A sudden boom of thunder explodes from the sky. A warning of the rain to come. The rain begins to fall. At first it's only a mere sprinkle, but as the wind picks up it pours. Steam rises from the heated asphalt. The rain cools the earth, releasing the aroma of moist dirt. As the storm is coming to an end, I find myself inspired. I want to write.


Details | Free verse | |

Northern Lights

Who's heart has not be stirred 
when seeing the northern lights
lighting up the sky with beauty
a spectacular whirl of colour

While watching the fantastic show
one is also aware of life's wonder
and of our own unimportance
in the great theme of things

The vision inspired by the aura
is something quite mysterious
the sight of the flashing lights
enables one to grow and be free

Gives one a sense of joy and delight
a belief that all is now possible
friends watch it even if only on line
and take with you the wonder and magic


PS I was inspired by Arthur and his lovely poem


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

A draught

The late afternoon sun falls slowly in the sky
its radiant heat so strong as to slow time
for all sad creatures sitting squinting
gazing in the distance, prying open the mind’s eye

Hearts beat at a cloud’s pace,
and sweat streams down faces slow and winding as the river Nile
A sigh. The tearing of a page. But little inspiration.

Searching desperately for diversion
I turn my gaze to the wavy distance
where scores of empty vessels are parked
lonely in a tarmac field
no inspiration there.

Two dozen unique individuals stare straight ahead
and file past silently in lines going two by two
blank expressions plastered on faces like wallpaper
no inspiration there.

Two cars, one black and one white,
pass without greetings in the baking street
and drive away out of sight, forgotten to each other forever
no inspiration.

Such is the numbing silent pain of a draught.
The world needs the rain.


Details | Prose | |

I Can Hear The Color

The sounds of color
Dancing through my dreams
Animated notes on an
Astral stage.

Ribbons flit to and fro
A circus of music;
Energy generated in night realms…
My dreamtime stage is sweet.

Light play is the ultimate composer and
Music is a universal gift of repose.


Details | Imagism | |

NATURE IS AN INSIGNIA

When the sky kisses the ocean
Its hue is alluring as the rising sun
I see beautiful bed of roses
Near the dancing green grasses
 
A winged- creature soars
As I travel while I glance unto the shore
Leaves fall in this glaring summer
But the Breeze of December is what I remember
 
The imagery of nature captures my sight
Wondrous formations are all so bright
Everywhere are all astonishing
God’s masterpieces are indeed lingering
 
Nature is an insignia of my admiration
For eternity I’ll carry and I’ll never abjure
In the paradise is the gate towards heaven
Completely smiling though there’s steep sides of ravine
 
The gripping root is “YOU” my man
With bravado and strapping hold in my hand
Though we undergo labyrinth in our journey
Because people give words of acrimony
 
You and I are eminent trees
Emblem of strength as they can see
Upheaval is what populace might bring
Yet we hold strong as tied strings


by: JOYZEL MAE P. SOTES
dedicated to : JAKE O. DELA PAZ
May 15, 2014


Details | Bio | |

Be Ye Verdana

Be Ye Verdana?



Flit and fly
Fly high, by an’ by
Be, who you bee?
Why would you want to be a bee?
Being a busy bee buzzing with words
Before you be like a buzz word
Black gold on green
Stripes sure to be seen
Never fumble humble bumble
Verdana just be writing somethin’
So who you be?
Verdana honey, Bee?


Details | Prose | |

This Night, This Womb

Lanterns on a black canvas.
Fireflies dance, prance like ponies on a carousel.

Ricocheting cricket-squeaks, 
Bounce among the frog-croaked airwaves;
Bouncing from one wet tip to another.

Spectral trees in the distance
Dance their ancestral dance to this music;
The heartbeat of the waves, keeping time;
natures’ metronome.

One hones the spirit to perfection here;
In the bosom of Mother Natures’ womb.

Touching life’s essence.
Feeding the soul on the nourishment of Gods’ artwork.

We never really leave the womb, you see.  
We only re-position ourselves and dream yet, another dream.
No, we never really leave the womb.


Details | Free verse | |

To live without you

To live without

YOU

Is to live without

A sunrise

A sunset

A star filled sky

And music

That lifts the soul

In worship


To live without you

Is to live without

Sensational life

Eyes that see - Ears that hear

The tongue that speaks and tastes

The hand that holds-that touches

A heart that feels-that knows

A mind that can comprehend

The beauty of life- in all its fullness


To live without YOU

Is to live without LOVE

YOU make everything beautiful in my soul

Thank YOU GOD

For without YOU I am nothing

And could not perceive anything good


YOU are the inspiration for every love song

The inspiration for every sacred word written

In fact for all of creation - I can only be in AWE

I overflow like a cup filled and pouring over

With the wonder Of YOU


© Brenda V Northeast - 1st of May 2011






Details | Quatrain | |

Melody Rules

The eastern horizon striped red and blue
A crispness lingers from the night's cool
Early morn, shrubs and grass sprinkles with dew
A Mockingbird's clear notes' melody rules

A single loud cricket chirps a chorus
There is a peaceful feel to the porch's scene
No sirens, bombs, wars, causing a loud fuss
There is a time and quiet to softly dream

If only man's internal being's peace
Matched the scene of early morn's repose 
Life as a whole from wars would then cease
More symphonies from man would be composed 

Finis'
Sponsor: Kelly Deschler
Contest: Not Just Any Old Quatrain
Written: July 09-10, 2014


Details | Ballade | |

This force, this mighty force

This force, this mighty force

The trees they dance so gracefully
As I look out my window
The rain is coming down outside
There’s a kind of magic flow
That runs right through my heart, and soul
It’s a joy to be here now
I know not what I try to say
But I’ll say it anyhow.

There’s a kind of whisper in my soul
So soft and sweet, and pure
That comes to me when I am silent
Enhanced by loves allure
As birds outside, they sing their song
In a whispered kind of echo
Oh when this thing takes over me
My whole world seems to glow.

There are things words can never say
Although I do my best
There is a force, a mighty force
That when my mind’s at rest
It feels just like a soothing song
By a sweet angelic choir
As like the mighty phoenix bird
I rise above the fire

2 July 2014 @ 1140hrs.





Details | Haiku | |

Natures Paint

The colors of spring
Pastel-bright and velvet-soft
Palette made of light.


Details | Sonnet | |

1 - SONNET ON VISION

What inward sight illuminates our way -
Whose lucid eye can all the ages span -
To see the Mystic Law that holds its sway
Beyond the endless birth and death of Man?
The luminary moon, when night is done,
Still rules the tides, though the daylight hides it.
The lotus always turns to face the sun
And yet what blossom eye ever guides it?
The cross-eyed men with intellect adorn
Their intuitions - blind who lead the blind -
The common mortals - blind when they were born -
With doubtful eyes that Truth could never find.
   We look - we stare - we gaze and gaze - but we,
   With sightless eyes, forever fail to see.

      
 – Harley White  

< October 6, 1999 >


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku About Rivers

Liquid crystal glow
cleansing the earth; collecting
everyone’s secrets.


Details | Free verse | |

God Winked


The sun rose today;
	His golden rays pierced my heart,
		Filling me with peace.

The birds sang today;
	Setting my feet dancing,
		Igniting me with joy.

The wind blew today;
	Sweeping away my cares,
		Cleansing my soul.

The earth turned today;
	Grounding my thoughts,
		Strengthening my faith.

The Stars shined tonight;
	Filling me with awe and wonder,
		Preparing me for eternal sleep.


Details | Quatrain | |

intent

you can write a billion lines
you can play a million songs
you can film ten-thousand hours
and never right a single wrong

you can feed a ravenous crowd
biscuits with salmon to replete
overflowing cornucopias endowed
and fill silos brimming with wheat

you can sole the bruised up feet
and clothe the bare-backed persons
warm their cupped hands and faces
never able to lighten their burden

you aim to rework humanities place
more caring now than indifferent 
so that all souls can truly embrace
but, that may not be nature's intent

hardship may in discrete analysis
be core, even to the cells of us
diversity of adversities in synopsis
her permanent grand plan nonetheless

so here's an observation for you to see
dream your dreams and make your plans
to initially carve into nature's tree
but soulfully will to restep your stance

what you think she's thinking is best
most likely ain't what's there to find
point is, that no one can truly guess
designed intents of nature's mastermind

© Goode Guy 2013-06-24


Details | Free verse | |

A Pigeon Eyed

A Pigeon Eyed
 
A pigeon greeted me
 When I was at it, reading
Walked herself in through the ajar ingress
  She sniffed and picked from flaw floor of scattered grains
She swiftly savored them one by one
  Through her beak to the neck
Conveyed to the gizzard and the next

Her visitation, the wonder I long evermore
 Only that she was terrified at first our eyes met
She wriggled, quivered, stunned and then flew
 An august visitor I would love to welcome once more

         © A.O, 11/9/1435  - 9/7/2014


Details | Blank verse | |

Evening Bride

There the sun sets in the horizon
Turning again into red crimson
As if an old person
Again gets the childish intention
My soul
On the wings of imagination
Wants to fly high
To reach the loving destination
I see someone 
Entering into my dark mansion
And lighting the candle 
Of heartful contention
And consoles me
Like a goddess of satisfaction
But always out of
Sight sensation
Far into that crimson horizon
The beautiful evening bride
Blushes into the warm oven
At the mere thought of
Her heart’s collision
With her groom of 
Dark complexion
Surrounded by the veil of
Reddish dark horizon
Closing her dreamy eyes
Intoxicated with the salvation


Details | Verse | |

Cave Stream

                    small stream passage in shadows
                    sings a soft song underground
                    a walk though dim light
                    illuminates youthful imagination
                    when figures on the wall
                    can be anything at all
                    small whispers of children
                    following a spirit guide of old
                    seek darkness then light
                    waiting on the other side


Details | Free verse | |

Brigadoon


In the Blooming Fog...Cross The Timeless Bridge...
To The Enchantment Of Sovereign Black Oaks,Beckons...
At Last I Have Found You, In Dreams And Sunlight..
In Brigadoon,The Magic of Our Hearts Invite...