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Details | Verse | |

Creature In The Night

Where cold stars exist in the dark,
serene winds whisper to trees
and scarce human ears can listen,
lone songs wail in the distance
in frozen moon's silver spotlight,
a mark left where paws had paused.






Written by: Kelly Deschler. January 16th, 2015

Inspired by creature #3 Coyote

nette onclaud's contest - NIGHT CREATURES


This poem was also inspired by actual events. A few weeks ago, I discovered 
some large animal paw prints that were left in the snow, near my home. I later
found out that the tracks were made by a wolf.


Details | Rhyme | |

On this lovely morning

On this lovely morning

I sit here, this fine morning
And I feel I have to write
Just as the day is dawning
It gives me sweet delight
Black Cockatoos fly overhead
It's a lovely mystic morn
On this wondrous path I tread
A new day it is born.

The sun comes shining high above
The sky is mystic blue
It bathes the flowers with its love
They shine in every hue
As only love can fill my soul
The love for everything
The whole wide world it seems so whole
My heart begins to sing.

As birds they feed upon my lawn
Such pleasure I do feel
The mystery that comes with dawn
So tender and so real
I feel it to my deepest core
It mesmerises me
How I really do adore
Dawns lovely mystery.

15 October 2014


 









Details | Rhyme | |

Dead tree

Dead tree.

She stands there like she has for years
The life in her all gone
Once she wore a coat of green
And she'd be filled with song
As feathered friends of every kind
Would rest among her leaves
And as in life the same in death
Our tree will never grieve.

So all alone, she looks, this tree
All etched against black clouds
Although the life in her be gone
She stands there looking proud
And all her majesty is seen
By those with eyes to see
I take her picture once again
Try to catch her mystery

21 September 2013 @1920hrs.


Details | Sonnet | |

I feel God's breath in nature

Irish sonnet


I feel Gods breath in nature

The birds are singing. Beautiful it be
The trees are swaying on the morning breeze
Oh how it fills me with such mystery
Oh my, how nature fills me with such ease
I love the flowers; love the birds, and trees
I feel Gods breath in everything that grows
Something it glows within the heart of me
A force of love so deep within me flows
When I’m with nature something in me knows
That God is good, how can this not be true
When birds sing out, I always feel his glow
The perfume of the flowers brings it too
Oh, nature, how she thrills me through, and through
Seems, God is there in everything I do

17 November 2014

Irish Sonnet
Obviously influenced by the English sonnet there ia also still a Celtic influece in making a link from stanza to stanza.. It still follows the three quaterns and a couplet pattern, but each stanza is linked to the next giving a rhyme pattern of;
a. b. a. b. . b. c. b. c. . c. d. c. d. .d.d.
Here is an example. It is written in 10 syllables throughout.


Details | Rhyme | |

As river flows

As River flows.

As river flows so peacefully
I sit here just content to be
As Ravens fly so high above
This morning, it was made for love
It enters deep into my soul
It’s sweetness making me so whole
This softest morning mystery
Oh, how it reaches out to me

The trees, they dance so gracefully
They wave, and flow upon the breeze
Bird song drifts from happy branches
Oh lord, how this my heart enhances
Silence rules above all this
A kind of stillness filled with bliss
Captivates my very core
Oh, I’d not wish for any more.

The river peaceful, calm and still
So wonderful it makes me feel
As it reflects those dancing trees
I watch and let the morning breeze
Caress my skin so tenderly
Then all is gone, there’s only me
The emptiness of all that is
I’m sailing on the waves of bliss.

15 March 2014 @ 0705hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Looking at a buterfly

Looking At A Butterfly

I was looking at a butterfly
And I saw God instead.
It stretched it’s lovely brindle wings
And stopped the mind quite dead.
For mirrored in its sanctity
There was a sacred power
That penetrated all of me
Till I became a flower.

I looked into the depth of it
That white hibiscus flower.
As I stood there for a moment
And I stood there for an hour.
And God was looking back at me
As its stamen stood right out
And the power filled me to the brim
And took away all doubt.

I heard a Wagtail whistling there
In a thick and luscious tree.
As day just melted into song
I heard eternity.
The song then melted in my heart
And the Wagtail disappeared 
And everything that was, was me
And the light destroyed my fears.


Details | ABC | |

Snow White

*SNOW WHITE*

ANOTHER
BURRRR! BLIZZARD
COMING
DECEMBER 
ESKIMO
FREEZING FORECAST
GHOST-GROUNDS'
HEAVY
ICICLES
JITTERS
KIMONO
LOW-HEAT
MAKING-COCA
NAPPING
OASIS
POWDERY
QUILTS
RESTING
SHIVERING
TURNING TO LOVER
UNDER-COVER
VIXEN-HEAT
WINTER-WINDOWS
XOXOXO's
YAWNING
ZZzzzzz!


*COLD AS ICE*

Zambonice-ing  Your X-winter Whiting-rinks, Visible & Unusual Tough Snow-flurry, Racing Quietly Precipitation, Overflows, Nightfall, Mocking Like-little Keys Jiggling, Inside Hailstorm, Getting Frigid, Every-second, Drifting Clouds, Building ANGER!

by;PD 
for: ABC contest


Details | Rhyme | |

In praise of God

In praise of God

God, I’ve read about you
In all the holy books
I have read the Bible
In the Gita I have looked
I’ve perused through the Ti te ching
In all, I see what’s true
So here I am with many praises
All written just for you.

I write with sweet sincerity
When I praise you for these words
I praise you for the flowers
I praise you for the birds
I praise you for the lakes, and rivers
And the oceans too
I praise you, praise you, praise you!!!
For everything you do.

I cannot follow words, just words
But I can look at life
And see all that is beautiful
And when my time is rife
I know I will be with you
Just like I am today
Oh God, with sweet sincerity
These words of praise I say

4 October 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Happiness

Quintain

Happiness

When sunset comes it makes me smile
A mystic silence greets me then
The birds they sing in grandest style
I am the happiest of men
When I do spot a fairy wren.

When morning comes it gives me joy
As darkness fades, and sun shines bright
This feeling, nothing could destroy
The dawn it gives me such delight
As magpie bids the day ‘goodnight’.

I love to walk down to the lake
And watch the ducks swim lazily
Sometimes a mist is in the air
Then sun shines through so hazily
As parrots screech from yonder tree

Some folk would say that I’m insane
Because I’m filled with happiness
From laughing, me I can’t refrain
I love to feel life’s sweet caress
The God of love my heart does bless

22 November 2014


Details | Ballade | |

Oh, what a feeling in me

Oh, what a feeling in me.

Oh, what a feeling in me
To be, on this wonderful day
I’m here on this beautiful morning
I’m alive in a beautiful way
I’m hearing these birds all around me
Just singing a love song for me
It’s a wonderful, beautiful morning
By this river that captivates me.

It be five o clock in the morning
In the joy of this beautiful day
The kookaburra how he be laughing
In such a magnificent way
I think that he knows I am happy
This bird he is laughing for me
Oh, here in this countryside morning
I am filled with such sweet mystery.

The river gets into my being
As I sit here alone in the dawn
It’s wonderful, beautiful feeling
I feel like I’m being reborn
Oh what a sweet combination
All this morning, and nature, and me
I’m in love on this wonderful morning
Just me and this sweet mystery.

26 January 2014 @ 1155hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Here in the garden

Here in the garden

I sit here in my garden
Just watching all the fish
Swimming round, and round, the pond
For what more could I wish?
Than to have a wondrous garden
Filled with trees, and many flowers
There’s naught as sweet as a nice garden
I find there so much power.

I built this garden by myself
Though others helped a bit
Some friends dug me a great fish pond
And I’m so proud of it
As I sit here listening
The fountain sings its song
As I feel god Is here with me
It is here that I belong

Sometimes I worry though, I do
For I am aging fast
And the garden takes much energy
I hope my strength will last
For without my lovely garden
Oh, I would feel so sad
This lovely garden that I have
It makes my heart so glad.

1 October 2014.














Details | Free verse | |

SNOW DUST

Melting tears of the moon is snow dust, frozen droplets
Turning into flakes of white icy lace, that cling to the baron
Limbs of the tree tops, for it is winters grace, a frozen
Kiss given unto autumns last sighs of farewell, until
The next seasons change takes place.
Softly floating wisps of thin frozen mists, shifting
Ever lightly, gracefully unto the winds, tenderly
Aloft, free falling paper thin crystals of ice,
Cascading downwards unto the frozen earth below.
Layers of delicate texturing of refineries elegance,
Transforms this landscape of falls color burst, into
A winter wonderland of frost and white icings
Gleaming brilliance.
A kingdom of flickering diamonds is show cased
Beneath the lunar shine, of the light hanging within
The heavens above, a glittering field of gems
Illuminated by the elliptical sphere, Called the moon.
In this picturesque display, the writer ponders
Humbly, to the wonders of nature’s masterful
Hands of creation, to be able to create such 
Beauty on
 this frozen canvas, and the poet
Is left in awes wake of hushed expression.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN


Details | Rhyme | |

Morning song

Morning song

As I sit here on this morn
{It’s just a while after dawn}
Olive trees they fill with light
They make me feel that I should write 
About the beauty of the morn
As sun comes out to greet the dawn
White corellas fly on by
It’s morning time. I’m feeling high

I don’t need drugs or anything
Just living makes this old heart sing
I feel goodwill to all on earth
Each moment seems to have such worth
Magpies warble tenderly
As honey eaters in a tree
They seem to sing with so much joy
I love this life, oh boy, oh boy.

Some folk think of suicide
So often I have really tried
To understand the way they feel
But I don’t think I ever will
To me, this life is beautiful
I am in love. I have it all
The birds, the trees, flowers, Oh my!
I am such a happy guy.

4 November 2014


Details | Kyrielle | |

When the night does fade

When the night does fade

I love it when the Dawn is here
When sky it turns an orange shade 
And then it turns to azure blue
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the birds wake up
Those songs they sing are heaven made
Such joy it overflows my cup
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when blooms open wide
With colours sweet of every grade
The whole world seems so deified
I love it when the night does fade

I love it when the hens cry out
Because some healthy eggs are laid
When Cockatoos are all about
I love it when the night does fade

25 September 2014.


Details | Rhyme | |

Half-Lit Moon

Haze up in the heavens encircles this orb.
Half-dark, half-light, shines from above.
Twinkles of light appear to absorb.
Fractions of darkness within lighted glove,

Speaking to lovers held in each other’s arms.
Answering questions of science to some,
Floating around spreading blessed charms,
Listening close at times, hearing a hum.

Lovers for centuries, graciously, captured by,
Sweet serenity and magical mystery,
Others entranced with secrets, which fly.
From words written and spoken in history.

Satellite, orb, lady, they are all the same.
Mythical goddesses, gripped in flame.
These tales have spread so many games.
This object seen most nights has no shame.


Details | Rhyme | |

Whilst in the valley

Whilst in the valley

Whilst alone down in the valley
I gazed upon a deep blue sky
As my senses, they did rally
The birds above me they did fly
My eyes they filled with gentle tears
That would douse the fiercest fire
I stood there in the morning glory
As river flowed that never tires.

The birds they sang a melody
As morning sun, its rays did gleam
River lapped so peacefully
As I stood there filled with dreams
Dreams of love, and dreams of laughter
Touched my heart and made it sing
Was I in the great hereafter?
Oh such love this morn did bring

The solitude so soft and mellow
It held me in its sweet caress
There I was one happy fellow
All filled with so much tenderness
I stood there in that flowing river
Listening to the chimes of peace
I prayed unto my Lord, the giver
As I felt such sweet release

13 November 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

By the river

Holy Grail

By the river

Have you ever sat, by the riverside?
As it flows so endlessly to the sea
It always makes me feel so deified?
The river is the place I love to be
Have you seen the ducks gently passing by?
As sun shines softly at the break of dawn
Oh its sweet beauty no one can deny
How I love the sweetness of the morn
So much beauty I do see
Oh, how it makes my heart sing
I love the mystery
It does bring
Oh, so free
Lovey birds
Sing for me
Deliciously
I really love the river
Oh lord such joy it does deliver

15 September 2014 @ 0500hrs. 


Holy Grail is a form created by John Henson. 
Syllable count is 10,10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 10, 9, 7, 7, 6, 3, 3, 3, 3, 4, 7, 9.
Rhyme is a, b, a, b, c, d, c, d, e, f, e, f, g, h, g, h, I, I.


Details | Rhyme | |

The proof of the power

The proof of the power

When I over flow with life
And joy it fills my soul
When the birds sing out their song
And everything feels whole
When the trees are dancing gaily
In the lovely summer breeze
I feel something deep within
That gives each day such ease.

When the Cockatoos fly high
And paint the sky so black
When I walk those wetland trails
And gaze around the track
When terrapins come passing by
Or ducks give lazy calls
That’s when I feel the breath of God
And it’s so wonderful

When I hear the silent whisper
From deep within my soul
When the sun comes beaming out
To play its morning role
Then I know beyond all doubt
That he is everywhere
The power that rules the Universe
With all his love, and care

9 January 2014



Details | Rhyme | |

Remnants

Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the ones now Rotten
And the ones now Rotten will never be forgotten
They are merely sad remains of assiduous Tears
That have been meddl’d with and tatter’d Raw throughout the years

And thou, cruel Mind, that sat’st still thru toiling trail of Night;
Must dream your broken Dreams; thou’rt a sanely flight!
Can thou extinguish passions of Fire, Disease, or Rain?
—tho thy distinguish’d influence trains to abstain
Thy Remnants brought to debris in thy Empty street,
Devour’d by Vultures, their bestow’d beaks entreat
Merely are they cleaning an inexhaustible Mess
Alas! Leaving thy rudiments of Identity to redress....



Details | Free verse | |

Night's sentry

Oh blackest night,
how elegantly you 
do decorate your canopy.
Twinkling stars 
sparkle gloriously 
in the Heavens.
Brightest yellow moon
shining it's beautiful face,
keeping watch as sentry
to Earth's mysterious gates.


Details | Rhyme | |

Looking at life

Looking at life

It’s beautiful
So many different hues
Of green, It kinds of knocks me out
There is not just a few
As I look among the many trees
How it amazes me
There’s light, and medium, soft and dark
So many hues I see.

It’s wonderful
It’s such a lovely show
There’s Butcher birds, and Ravens
Oh how it makes me glow
Parrots dressed in green and blue
Doves, and wagtails too
On velvet grass that’s feather soft
Neath sky so very blue.

Some folk they think of suicide
Have they not eyes at all?
Cannot they see loves magic? 
How life’s so beautiful
Wake up, wake up, and look at life
All those greens, and blues and yellows
Look at the birds and ask yourself
“Why are they such happy fellows”?

18 July 2014 @ 1240hrs.


Details | I do not know? | |

Walking through the wetlands

This poem s in a style created by Christina R Jussaume


Walking through the wetlands

I’m walking through the wetland trails
The trees are soaking from the rain
I’m always here I’m back again
I’m walking through the wetland trails
The birds are singing in the trees
As feather leaves dance on the breeze
I feel the rain, I feel the rain.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
A kookaburra laugh’s out loud
The rain it forms a kind of shroud
I’m walking through the wetland trails
Two kangaroos go leaping past
The rain it seems has stopped at last
The bird laughs loud, the bird laughs loud.

I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel around me chimes of love
Now sun shines softly from above
I’m walking through the wetland trails
I feel in nature all around
The breath of God that can be found
In chimes of love, in chimes of love

I feel Gods presence up above.

20 August 2014 0845hrs.


Details | Rhyme | |

Flowers of the Curious Mind

Flowers of the Curious Mind



Sent were flowers of the curious mind
 following echoes of Cantu's muse
No curses , words grossly unkind
 insults hidden deeply in clever ruse

Dare not stab sweet music of mortal man
 with deeds sordidly played tho' sweet
Transgress not Nature's surviving plan
 with arrogant contempt born of defeat

Embrace life's melody as a lost friend
 dancing within it's tune so fine
Live, live gloriously until life's end
 drink, drink richly of it's finest wine!

05-24-2014


Details | Free verse | |

Novembersummer

Midfall and nearly all the trees
Stand brown as broken sticks
Against a sky of impossible blue
And I in shirtsleeves a-walking go,
With love and longings my companions
Kicking through the drifts of colored shards
Fallen with another Summer's stealthy fading
Feeling and marveling at this piece of heat
That dropped unnoticed from her pocket.

I could believe today
In an America unnamed,
A place full of wild things and untamed peoples
A place where Spirit spreads
To ride the clouds
And sing its songs unhindered.

Nature has let down her locks today;
And who will look on her
And let themselves be consumed, entranced
By the beauty that lives on in spite of our assaults -
Who will be distracted by the miracles we move through,
Feel the surge of the sea of life all around us,
Hear the whispered prayers
In the windsigh of the sleeping trees
And watch the night come on
Announced by the rose glow behind the thumbnail moon -
Who will stand amid such things,
And not put aside for the moment
Those little cares we circumscribe our lives with,
And stand amazed to be here breathing,
Alive to feel how loving-close
Infinity holds us and claims us for its own;
Surely, not I alone.

I rest a hand on my sleeping child's chest;
Feel the heart fluttering beneath the skin
And I can sense a great wheel turning.

I wander out in the still warm darkness 
That follows this day,
To look up at the starstrewn sky
And see that great wheel begin its turning,
And stand amazed to be here breathing.

And stand, amazed to be.


Details | Rhyme | |

Stripping of Star Capes

Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out our lives in whispered stories.

~Whisking up of ink in your eyes white peppered mint
while our breath entrances frost on the eve of night fall's wrist
We are still intangible, first here, but than a mist
as vagrant as sweet stars in their last glory.
Shoulders hug the trees with their limbs limp silhouette
while we strip translucent star capes to their bows with no regret
Moon beam pure explosions to beget and to beget
the light with which we pine for now in haste~

Sleep with me under the myriads of minds
which slept here before us and whispered in kind
We will be stardust ourselves you will find
as our wings of illusion unravel.


Details | Free verse | |

Wolf And Owl Take Shape

            Wolf And Owl Take Shape

Smoke and red cinders rise together in retrograde simplicity
On counter rotation, winds sing through birch and oak 
Marbled moon remains sour yellow through the ecliptic edge
Cryptic night, where owl and wolf find warmth and cover
Nestled in the coarse blanket warn by Tabitha, the young one 
Her tribe sleeps through winter
She holds them in her mystic spell, mild heart and smile
They breathe cold mist together in history hallows
Unfolding cold reveals their open eyes
Reaching out into the distance as wolf howls
Unknown mysteries of life feel their kinship
Heaven opens up to them crisp on the fire light   
Wolf moves his wool but only slightly in a twitch
Owl takes flight, returns alarmed
Back to the blanket and young girls arms
It rests with comfort feathers by her heart
Wolf and owl take shape, Tabitha smiles
They all take one long last breath and hold it in
Wait till spring to release it again below the mystic stars


10/17/14 Free Verse, Prose Poetry, haibun – Poetry Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Raise your head

Raise your head

Raise your head up to the sky
And praise the power above
Give her all you have, my friends
For she gives you such love
She gave you all you see before you
She gave you ears to hear
The silence of a brand new morn
The bird song sweet and clear

Raise your head, pray to the power
No bargaining with her
Thank her with sincerity
That she your heart does stir
With all the beauty that you see
All around you on this morn
Thank her for the wonder of
This morning just been born.

Raise you head, and close your eyes
And let her grace come to you
Do this every single day
It’s the best thing you can do
For you have everything you need
To fill your heart with joy
For all the love she gives to you
There’s naught can this destroy.

23 July 2014 @ 1440hrs.


Details | Classicism | |

Karma

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


Details | Rhyme | |

She speaks to me

She speaks to me.

She speaks to me
Every moment she is here
Oh, she is always with me
Her voice so very clear
She comes dancing out at me
From the early morning sun
And there she is, to speak again
When the day is almost done.

She speaks to me
As the birds fly high above
She’s there. She’s watching over me
When my heart is filled with love
She whispers to me softly
From the core of every rose
I hear her speak so tenderly
From every flower that grows.

She speaks to me
From the peaceful flowing river
I love it when she speaks to me
She is the blessed giver
The one who gives us all this beauty
She always speaks to me
Her voice, I feel it everywhere
No matter where I be.

24 July @04 @ 1443hrs.