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The Eternal Tree

I am Alive    Forever and always         Essence        Rebirth        Renewal
          I have earth to ground me      I have wind to move me   I have fire to cleanse         
     my     spirit        I have rain      to quench    my thirst    for growth
                      I have sun to    enlighten me        feed me  I am my own mother
              and an extension of the whole     I am   Earth         wind
                       rain   sun  fire    I am as old as life  and I am     as young
   as time   I am shelter to those who seek me   I am a bird  a flower and  the breath
              of the earth itself        I am exactly where I want to be     I am life
       I am first and last  the beginning and the end   I am one from many
                        I am what I am   I live  I grow  and I die. I am  Reborn unto myself
                                                          I am the great circle                   
                                                           My limbs know no                          
                                                           Boundaries; while                            
                                                           My leaves whisper                      
                                                           The one truth of the                      
                                                           Whole  through the           
                                                           Seasons changing
                                                            Colors that I wear 
                                                            Upon my   heart's                  
                                                            Sleeve, I'm home
                                                           To Earth Mother’s
                                                           Melodious  Life; I
                                                           Sing for the whole
                                                         World to hear - trees
                                                       Are Earth Mother's Song
                                                       Blowing 'round the leafy            
                                                  Globe; eyes of the world song 
    {{{{{{{{{{{{{{ Of the Mother   breath of the living   soul of the earth }}}}}}}}}}}}




***Senses evoked here are: Touching, Tasting, Hearing, Smelling and Seeing
***Elements evoked are: Water, Wind, Earth Metal, and Fire


Details | Haiku | |

liquid little stones

liquid little stones
skipping and skittering free
on shared umbrellas


Details | Personification | |

Four Sisters

Spring stirs her eager young
Giving life, renewed to those
Who stand about and doze
She whispers hope, of things begun
Beneath winter's cold repose.

Summer, smiling golden rays
With ample breasts of rain
Feeds, and soothes the pain
Of changing white to green to gray
While dressing her wards again.

Fall, donning multicolored hues
Weeps, her leaves cascading
As her life is brilliantly fading
She takes with her the morning dew
Leaving frost in the trading.

Winter, wearing crystal shards
Bares her nudity to all
Standing gracefully tall
She lays a white robe upon my yard
While singing her wanton call.

And I.....well, I sit passively by
Watching through shielding glass
Four sisters marching past
Thanking God who dwells on high
For His daughters stark contrasts.


                    Timothy I. Brumley
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Details | I do not know? | |

Cycle

Dearest young leaf,
Why so melancholy?
Thy emerald sheath has not borne Time's folly.

Think not of Autumn's deathly brilliance,
Of colors rich and flaky grounds,
For Thou wilt weep every moment hence,
While Springtime's youth still bounds.

Greet Thy greenness with glee,
For thy root to the Oak remains strong,
Aeolus' fury on Thee has no effect till Summertime gone.

So worry not of what is to come,
Enjoy Thy existence, little one.


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn's Dreams Of A Country Road

Autumn's dream of a country road
Where houses are few and moving slowed.
Leaves are turning gold_ red_ burgundy.
Inside a warm home apples are candy.
In a barn or cellar cold winter foods quickly stowed
Against winter's coming and inches snowed.
Autumn dreams of snuggling nights when windy
Breeze carries tune;close by snacks_ hot chocolate handy.

Contest: Autumn's Dream
Sponsor: ^Rick Parise
Click on:
"About This Poem"


Details | Concrete | |

Dreaming With Butterflies

FLUTTER BY BUTTERFLY DANCE YOUR WAY ACROSS THE SKY WITH YOUR TISSUE PAPER WINGS THOSE DELICATE AND DAINTY THINGS FLASH WITH COLOURS OH SO BRIGHT STILL SHINING IN THE MORNING LIGHT NATURE’S GREATEST WORK OF ART IT CANNOT HELP BUT STIR THE HEART TO SEE THIS SPLENDID CREATURE IS THEIR NOT A BETTER FEATURE OF THE BRITISH SUMMERTIME THAN SUCH AN INSECT SO DEVINE EVER VIVID ALWAYS TRUE OH I KEEP THE BRIGHTEST HUE WRAPPED INSIDE MY MEMORY FOR HARDER TIMES AHEAD OF ME WHEN I’M IN NEED OF A SMILE I’LL STOP AND RECOLLECT A WHILE THE BUTTERFLY’S HAPPY DANCE AND WITHIN MY PEACEFUL TRANCE I FIND A SENSE OF CONTENT AT THE SUMMER THAT I SPENT DREAMING WITH BUTTERFLIES


Details | Lyric | |

Aster 'Blue Autumn'

(This is a specific type of Aster with full name Aster 'Blue Autumn') Aster 'Blue Autumn,' summer wanes. The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor. Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive all to soon-to purloin sun's last rays. Aster 'Blue Autumn,' how you thrive in fields amidst a throng of goldenrod! And always you forego the chill of nights that come to steal away the last of Summer's days. Aster 'Bue Autumn,' Virgo aches, and you're re-birthed from star dust that she cries- to bloom beneath blue skies until the fatal time when breath is snatched . . . Pensively I wait. For Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's ~ Flowers or Stones ~ Poetry Contest


Details | Quatrain | |

Let Me Go

You have caged me for too long
I want you to just let me go,
I have to spread these feathered wings
I need to feel the wind's blow.

You know that I love you truly
I said that I would never leave,
I want to see the rain's dance
Not just sit here and perceive.

The scene never changes, day after day
I want to go where white roses bloom,
I have never seen an ocean's wave
And neither have you, I assume.

I need to see the autumn tree's change
I want to see the snowflake's glisten,
I am wishing on the stars as they fall
This is my dream, so please just listen.

I want to fly in the sky's blue
I need to feel the sun's burn,
When I have experienced these wonders
I promise that I will return.




Details | Rhyme | |

All On A Summers Eve

The screen door droops lazily, slightly ajar
Crickets croon lullabies, heard from afar
Kid’s sticky faces, betray ice-cream bars
All on a summers eve

Legs peel off chairs, from the sticky, wet heat
Rocking chairs sway, creaking out restless beats
Mosquitoes, they feast upon my grass-stained feet
All on a summers eve

Young lovers strip down, kissing perchance to swim
As jealous moon watches, and sunset grows dim
The sand dunes heat up, begging for skin on skin
All on a summers eve

Bold daisies flirt, nodding their modest heads,
Ivory faced roses blush, burning them red
Tiny seeds toss, and then shoot from their beds
All on a summers eve

Butterflies tease, as they flit-flutter by
Somewhere a windowsill holds fresh baked pie
Magic is born within jars of fireflies
All on a summers eve

Wild, woodland faeries dance in faerie rings
Children will grin, picking flowers to bring, to
Their surprised mothers, whose thankful hearts sing
All on a summers eve

Fishes gaze warily at worm-hooked poles
Marshmallows roast above fiery coals
Keen mother horses watch boisterous foals
All on a summers eve

Impatient winds blow, making love to the trees
Zephyrs entice; then enrage the calm seas
While lilies and hyacinths bewitch the breeze
All on a summers eve

Love will be found, and remembered, and made
Peace is a book, an old tree and its shade
Summer to me, tastes like cold lemonade
All on a summers eve

So, come with ye, summer; be gone snow and sleet!
I long to feel grass on the soles of my feet
And jump in the river as suns rays retreat
All on a summers eve



Shared 2nd place winner in Karen Neary's Summer Enchantment Rhymed 
poetry contest. Thank you!!!


Details | Rhyme | |

THE LONELINESS OF A LOST CLOUD

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


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


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


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


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

Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Song

Autumn dripping leaves of weary gold
Exits quietly, fading through the trees.
Hawthorn shakes her cloak of ruby fire.
Naked to the woods and twisting breeze.
 
Winter’s breath now lingers in the air.
Strands of whispered frost on silver lace.
Deep within the green a distant voice.
Calls the breeze to dance with chilling grace.
 
Winter’s tune plays keenly on the wind.
Snowflakes dance and play her melody.
Wrapped in fur she drapes the scene in white.
Nature shrouded, steeped in mystery.
 
Winter’s touch threads spider’s webs with gems.
Diamond drops of cold reflected glass.
Water turns to stone with breathless ease.
Frozen daggers arm each blade of grass.
 
Winter’s kiss enchants the wood to sleep.
Holly smiles and stains her berries bright.
Mistletoe wound tight on blackened bough.
Strands of pearl reflecting ghostly light.
 
Winter’s song plays on throughout the night.
Nature’s secrets slumber in the earth.
Spring will wake them with the sun’s return
Thaw the ground and call them to rebirth.
 


Details | Haiku | |

Fall

Fall
golden butterflies wildly whirl in wanton wind - leaves perform death dance
(6-15-2014)


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain

Suddenly, my shoulders shine
with blessed liquid, sweet, divine
Mouth unhinged to quell the tongue
with, oh... just a kiss, just a drop
These days we had when we were young
Running mad through hot cloud tears
soaked and chilled and giggling while
we scoffed at future, mid-aged years
We'd hurry obtuse with dress and heels
calloused veneer from latent appeals
to strip off the clothes, to don on the suit
The sky opens up and dissolves this pursuit...


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 | Tanka | |

Snowflakes

Winter butterflies
Flutter in an evening sky
Of soft velvet black
Their icy wings glistening
In the pale light of the moon



~~~~~~

Awarded: Fifth place
           





Details | Haiku | |

STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

Now my tendrilled soul,
Has found its pergola-- Christ--
To wind its way up....


Details | Rhyme | |

Seasons to wonder

All the evergreens are greener
And the pines are darker skinned
Only leaves that bear the burn marks 
Are the witnesses of wind.

On the grass the dew is frozen
In a spiders web of white
And the cold that bites my fingers
Makes me wonder as I write.

How did winter come so swiftly
How did summer die so fast
Where’s the grave, where was the battle
Are they all buried in the past?

Now I feel the winter nibble 
On my fingers with its frost
And the wind that it has summoned
Mourns for seasons that are lost.

Was it but one dusk, one daybreak
Was it only in a blink?
For the summer was my feather
Now the winter is my ink.

How did shadows shift so quickly
How did colours change so much
As reflections in the water
That simply vanish with a touch?

Now the daffodils are rising
Yet the jasmine blooms are gone
Now the evergreens are greener
And the frost adorns the dawn.

Yes, how strange it is to wonder
So I wonder as I write
What if winter should then also
Simply vanish in the night?

I dedicate this poem (and I'm not being sarcastic or exaggerating)
to my mentor and my friend Timothy Brumley, who taught me 
the art of rhythm, showed me the advantage of counting my syllables, 
raised my goal from acceptable to perfection,
and helped me to turn my nursery rhymes into poetry. 
(and no Tim don’t protest, they really were nursery rhymes) 


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Bringing Autumn (Trijan Refrain)

Come dance with me, my winged escape
and skip the skies in flight
we’ll let the wind lick at our nape
and subtle touch invite.
Our cares we’ll toss to milky moon
and resonate our silky tune-
       our cares we’ll toss
         our cares we’ll toss
in freedom’s name our love commune.

Come float with me, my winged escape
on billowed waves of blue
we’ll lift the night mist’s heavy drape 
and sail on moonbeams through.
This golden eve will whisper dreams
on silver sheets where all it seems-
       this golden eve
         this golden eve
cascades our love down rushing streams.

Come bloom with me my winged escape
in midnight’s breathless hour
my petals spread ‘neath stardust cape
to nature’s heady power.
We’ll give ourselves to Spring’s last rites
awaken sleeping appetites
     we’ll give ourselves
       we’ll give ourselves
and Autumn’s zenith expedite.




~Trijian Refrain~ (a fabulous form by Jan Turner) 


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The Orchard

Orchard’s earthy mossy trails
Gray-brown bark like dragon scales
Crooked branches stretch to hold
Tender almonds encased in fuzzy fold

Leafy clusters filter sun
And dapple grasses newly spun
Bathed in tepid valley air
Rich soil echoes memories long grown there

Perfect crisscrossing rows align
Green canopy woven into tapestry fine
Nurtured seasons; pollinating swarms
Bare branches clatter in winter storms

Pale pink blossoms; fragile drapes
Fluttering down like blushing snowflakes
Prolific bounty once again
From a living sanctuary:

My orchard realm


Details | Quatrain | |

October Brings No Rest For These

Emerald etchings are given birth 
to bask their lives in summer's sun, 
until brushing brutal winters cheek, 
They cower yellow; brown undone. 
Swirling down onto concrete pyres, 
They somersault to a random grave. 
The earth lays claim to copper corpses 
But the winter wind is a cunning knave. 
It finds and flips the fallen fibers, 
then flings them crisply to the street. 
The failing sheaves of burnt magenta, 
tossed like chaff from harvest wheat. 
Now strewn about with playful malice, 
and denied the resting place they crave, 
for the golden sun is a glint of amber, 
but the winter wind is a chilling knave.


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End of Summer

End of Summer
Glorious Summer was great fun while it lasted, With sweltering sun, I turned super tan and almost toasted. Now it’s high time to end this heat bummer, ‘Cause I’ve had enough of another sizzling summer.
Almost dehydrated, I have been panting and sweating, And I’m tired of using fans and other forms of air-conditioning. I look forward to naturally cool days and crispy nights, Wearing light jackets, sexy booties, and colorful tights.
Wild wind whipping my hair and stroking my cheeks, I welcome the seasons changing in the upcoming weeks. Leaves exchanging colors of green for hues of oranges and browns, I’m ready to embrace exhilarating awesome Autumn!
8-31-2014


Details | Personification | |

Whispers Within



I am the spirit of satin stardust and the antiquities of golden memories alive I call to you from the rising warmth of the sun and greet you in the misty morning light I am the steady and rolling drum beat echoing from the jagged heights above I am the mysterious curves of the raging waters' and the freedom birds of love I rise above the white summer clouds in lilting songs of grace and roam with the western tail-winds to take you home again I am a Spirit of our gracious Lord God Almighty of love hope and faith I have come to tell
Dedicated To P.D.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring Sleep

Sighing softly, a gentle breeze, dances amid my clothes line. Sweet the scent, refreshing tease, as sheets, its hug entwines. This night, on Spring, I shall recline.
2/8/12 For the contest: English Quintain, A Spring Day Sponsored by Francine Roberts


Details | Tanka | |

Piercing Rays

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                                           piercing the leafage
                                           kaleidoscopic sun rays
                                           on forest old path
                                             the snow shines in cold silence
                                             as spring has not feathers yet







.


Details | Rhyme | |

August rains

The steadily falling cold August rains
Continue to pour upon Cheshires lanes;
over flattening fields of soddened wheat,
Soaking the grass, splashing the feet.

Stands the Combine in the shed;
The rotting apples hanging rosy red;
Stands the caped heron all alone, 
The glinting eye as cold as stone.

And in amongst the many puddles
We step around like our troubles - 
So lurch ahead with our retreat
Like drunken fools in the street.

And through this months darkly frowns
The cleansing downpours wash the towns;
Scrubs the spire from ingrained time;
Absolves the guilt from the crime.


Details | Crystalline | |

FROZEN IN CRYSTALLINE - 2

FROZEN IN CRYSTALLINE - 2 The icy feather flakes flitter hush-- swirl free to sprawl on midnight mush. © 5:22 pm, November 24, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Message of Departure

I will watch their winged endurance, on the crest of autumn's eve, without knowing where or distance, but in faith they must believe As the harsh breath sounds of winter are calling geese to leave I will hear songs of assurance, gliding low against the breeze I can hear inherent partings, as they form into a V And they soothe my doubtful worry, as they fly the crimson sea Lifting eyes, I follow upward, as they cluster into line With necks stretched long and southbound, departing with a sigh With constant proof, year after year, their calling fills my ears Sent here by the grace of God, in a race against my fear While their promised songs may sadden me, and tears to eyes will bring Their steadfast return assures my heart, to believe tomorrow's spring "Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith."
______________________________________________________________


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn Colors

          Autumn Colors

Trees shake old cobwebs from their heads
A kaleidoscopic parade of colors tumbles down
Pretty reds and yellows, parasol shapes
Parachute softly and collect in mounds  
Falling leaves that drift and cross our paths 
Brought on by climates cooler winds
Leave the trees in all their majesty
To become the magic of the season 

Created on 9/03/14 for Autumn Colors poetry contest


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Autumn Colours

Autumn Colours
Autumn’s rich brilliant palette, showcasing a masterpiece of fiercely blazing colours - boastful foliage!
Leaves through a kaleidoscope, pirouetting in wind-blown gowns of gold, orange, brown, red - Oh! Autumn colours!
9-01-2014


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 | Crystalline | |

Autumn Oak Trees

Autumn Oak Trees
Titillated by nature’s sweet caress, oak trees begin to undress.
11-19-2014


Details | I do not know? | |

December to May

The land still held in wint'ry grasp.
Against the chill my breath did rasp.
When for a moment my eyes did see,
A fair maiden dancing nakedly.
Nary a stitch nor thread on her wond'rous shape.
As she beckoned I could naught but gape.
When she spoke her voice was a melody,
Promising things that I only dreamed.
I went to her in bewildered awe,
And this is suddenly what I saw-

White roses tangled in her flaxen tresses,
A thousand poppies at her feet,
Fairies danced in diaphinous dresses,
With sunlight was the scene replete.

On she led o'er field and meadow.
Where she trod the spring would show.
With love and joy my heart did swell,
For this maiden had rescued me from winter's hell.
For hours we laughed and sang and such.
I would gasp and tremble at her every touch.
Not once did I think to inquire her name,
Nor did I ask from whence she came.
We rested at length 'neath a stately oak,
And this I found when I awoke-

Gone was my maiden and the spring she brought,
Frozen were the fields and meadows,
Simply a dream, or so I had thought,
Yet clasped in my hand, a single white rose.

I return each day to this lonely place,
Hoping to glimpse my fair maiden's face.
Low does the sun sink in the winter sky,
When I turn home with a tear in my eye.
For once again she has neglected to show,
And left me this wretched ice and snow.
Yet I musn't believe that she does not care,
Lest I should let my heart despair.
For she will return again one day,
Turning as she goes, December to May.


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When Shadows Fall

Summer is on the turn, into Autumn we now head So close this day approaches, inside many heads now dread We now view through our eyes, our windows of life What do we see now, do we absorb our awaiting strife Be like me and others and listen to peripheral sounds It's what we have come to know, it's us all around Day by day we view, the turning of life's greenery But what are we going to see after, on this future days scenery Is it intrepid anticipation, human wondering entering it's abyss We're the blind leading our blind, just what do we make of this *~* The eve of this reckoning day, in hourly wait we await Autumn has taken it's turn, are us humans in use by date This morning we have awaited, curtains drawn I view There's something different about the sunrise, sees me a through From my balcony I witness, now seeing from where I am Shape shifting no longer applies, I just don't understand In sorrow fill hungered loss, I lose life's lust for thrall From my balcony I now witness, I view when shadows fall *~* Inspired by "Touchstone's" <> "When Shadows Fall" from their album "The City Sleeps"


Details | Verse | |

Flowers

Blue Bells, ring their songs of praise,
Golden Rods, give brilliant rays,
Daisies, dancing all in fun,
Asters, bowing in the sun,
Poppies, tossing laughing heads,
While Johnny Jumps up from his bed.

                            Cile Beer

written l955


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Pages

Seasons come 
And seasons go
In all of the above
Her colours flow
 
Just like pages
In a book
What the seasons bring
Are worth a look
 
Spring brings life
In many ways
The sun radiates
From warm awesome rays
 
The summer oozes
With blooms and colours
Greenery greens
Canopy covers
 
The winter decides
Who lives and dies
The reader dissects
In passionate cries
 
But the season for me
Are the Autumn Pages
It's decision to end
In colourful stages
 
 
This poem came to me as i was reading poems by Autumn Page.


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature4.php


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

An Ancient Oak

An oak tree stood beside a narrow stream
All bent and twisted like an agéd man
So gently flowed the stream through ancient roots
While laughing with the innocence of youth

In summertime the children came to play
Within the cooling water of the stream
Or rest beneath the gnarled oak tree's limbs
Spread, father-like, to shade them from the sun

In autumntime, when gusts and breezes blow
The leaves would float like dancers through the air
First here, then there, they softly tripped, until
They lit at last to grace the frozen ground

In wintertime, the sprightly youths would skate
Along the crystal surface of the stream
Above, the windswept branches firmly stood
Like blacksmiths' limbs are hardened from the forge 

In springtime burst the oak leaves forth anew
As kingly robes they grace the ancient tree
Inside its keep the squirrels and thrushes chirp
Secure from danger's threat and free from care

Time sped, its unrelenting chimes yet tolled
The youths that loved its shade have passed away
Yet still he laughs and seems to mock at time
He stands as stout and tall as ages past

But time, its current flows at even pace
And now the oak is bent with cruel decay
Though doubled at the back like aging man
He stands there yet, a monument of strength


~ Written for "Personification" Contest. Second Place.


Details | Acrostic | |

Frangipani

~~    ~~    ~~

F lowering   clusters   amidst   a  green   canopied  tree,
R adiant  sight ,  the  exotic  flowers  golden - white.
A  sweet scented  fragrance,  from  petals  dew  drops  drip,
N estled   in   emerald   trees  at  their  branch  tips.
G od's   showers   in   my   flower   garden,
I nnate  beauty  upon  earthly  paradise.
P icked   by  pretty  maidens  to  adorn  their  hair,
A llures  my  heart  to  see  the  flowery  affair.
N ature's   blossoms  in  golden  spring,
I mpression  of   jewels  unfolding.


~

*another name for Frangipani is Plumeria,
Hula dancers of Hawaii wear them in their hair.

2nd place in the contest
For the Contest : "Flowers of Spring"
Sponsored by Carol Brown 


Details | List | |

spring is in the air

spring cleaning,
spring planting,
spring pruning,

bees, 
butterflies,
allergies,

campfires,
marshmallows,
smores,

spring break,
school is out soon,
happy tired children,

the smell of flowers,
fresh spring rain,
first mowed grass,

just a few of my favorite things!


Details | Personification | |

Pulse

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

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

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


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Echoing Resolve

____________________________ Easy river run down vast beauty light in morning dawn crest before my eyes For autumn rain has gone sparking light of silver grace now lay peaceful strokes on hillside of new day Each thought still remain in splashed hues of poetic verse a quenching bath of love upon soft sky of birth ____________________________


Details | Acrostic | |

Objurgatory Crow

Objurgatory crow lookout
Cawing to obdurate friends
Telling them to flee fall garden
Opossum grins by Persimmon
Because berries gone as are figs
Every animal has eaten fill
Ready now for winter's rest

Excitedly written for:
"Fall Is Around The Corner"
Sponsored by: Carol Brown

*Note
Click on:"About This Poem"


Details | Rhyme | |

Sea of Green


Green  rivulets  streaming  down,
Down  the  window  pane.
Here  it  rains  green.
The softly pouring murmurs,
It lulls one to sleep;
They  take  me  to  the  forests  deep.
Where  moss hangs from  the branches  low,
A  thick cloak  for  the  winter  leaves
And  the  paint,  it  idly  drips
From  the  heart  of  the  looming  trees.
The  world  is  gilded  in  this  shade,
Sheltered  in  this  sea  of  jade.

The  tiny  elfish  creatures,
Donning  their  pointed  features,
Come  out  at  dusk,
Gamboling  in  the  wreathed  silver
Of   the  haunted  glades.
In  their  costumes  green.
They  jump  into  the  stream,
Where  the  lanky  frog,  he  leans,
Among  the  rushes  and  the  reeds,
Croons  his  musical  gurgle  to  the  sky.
With  them  pirouettes  the  dragon  fly.

In  air  lingers  a  watered  veil,
The  clouds  drift   in   their  silken  sail;
Where  a  heart  pining  in  his  breast,
A  wayfarer,  he  gently  treads,
Fading  into  this  sea  of  green.


``
 
For Giorgio Venetto's contest : "Beloved Poem"

*May try to write poems of literary genius, but my beloved would be these
which have pixies, elves and frogs. Whenever I get an opportunity I escape into their world.... I still read fairy tales with the same zeal, as you would see in a child.


..

For Russel Sivey's contest "The Colors Have It" 
 


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Details | Prose Poetry | |

Her Name was Autumn

 
Thoughts of " Autumn " and her " off Spring" 
Seasons change as do people...
Her name is Autumn...
She quietly puts her mark the on Season ….
Yet no one sees her there..
She has a certain presence, still …
and her perfume fills the air..
Yet no one speaks to her…
Her colors are not light, but bright…
reds, yellows and orange, quite a sight…
But even though , she’s more than that…
No one approaches, some don’t seem to care..
So she quietly leaves ...before all the trees are bare...


Details | Couplet | |

Loony Tunes

<                                        Cascading lakes and streams
                                           The loon stands out it seems

                                           Minnesota's state bird
                                           I know it must sound absurd


                                           Adopted in nineteen sixty one
                                           Wails and yodels heard under the sun


                                          Black and white bearing red eyes
                                          Wingspans five feet can make one cry


                                          Body lengths up to three feet
                                          Yet  clumsy on lands and moss peat


                                          They are high speed flyers
                                          And great underwater divers


                                          They can dive up to ninety feet
                                          In pursuit of fish they want to eat

                                      
                                         They are even on our license plates
                                         An critical habitat drawn on metal slates


                                         Twelve thousand of these unique birds
                                         God that has to be a lot of turds

 
                                        But for now I'll enjoy it's captured views
                                        Of this beautiful loon and it's most colorful hues








Written By Katherine Stella
Entry For Mini - Blog  Beautiful Bird Contest
By Constance ~ A Rambling Poet


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

Leaves of Trees



O dried up leaf lying there on the ground Fallen from the top of a sturdy tree Where you viewed everything that was around While you bathed in the sunshine's glory You manufactured food from the sunlight And together with the help of the roots Faithfully nourished your parent just right Creating a sturdy tree bearing fruits In spring and summer you wore brilliant green And supplied shade to others from the sun In autumn you became more colourful and before winter dropped off one by one Even now as you lay there on the dirt Nature must move on in its cyclic line You shall soon become a part of the earth And become food for others of your kind
iambic pentameter


Details | Etheree | |

Autumn Splendor

A
path to
harmony
is one adorned 
with vermilion hues. 
Pumpkin leaves, remnants of 
summer’s verdant colors now 
drifting through the woodland splendor
through argentine skies, unified, a mélange 
of the magnificence autumn bestows. 

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong


Details | Acrostic | |

Dynamic Autumn

Days of autumn enter late September,
Yearly glory in hues to remember.
Naked limbs cling to mem’ries of summer
As cool longer nights lead to sweet slumber.
Mountain tops catch the first drifts of snow
Inviting cold winds to the valleys below.
Copious colors patch a quilt beneath trees

And nature again gifts a harvest to please.
Under horizons of soft orange skies
The gathering of pumpkins soon will arise.
Upon Halloween each carved funny face
Meets with delight as children thrill to place
New costumes on for ‘trick or treat’ fun.

© Connie Marcum Wong

For Francine Roberts's Acrostic Contest


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Autumn Colors

Brisk autumn winds, weaving through grass twirl bright golden leaves, fluttered and spun blushing like children, who tumble and laugh playing gymnastics, having their fun with cart-wheeling antics, under the sun
In honor of Russel Sivey's Contest: Autumn, Fall Colors 8/31/11 by Carrie Richards


Details | Rhyme | |

Enough For All

ENOUGH FOR ALL 
by Wordancer

All the species of this world, whether mammal, fish or bird
Are provided with their food, whatever their taste
Each created for the other,
When the offspring leaves the mother
There is all the food that’s needed without waste.

The ants will feed the lizard, and in turn, it feeds the Hawk 
The flies they feed the spiders, then the frogs.
The amphibian feeds the snake 
Which the Kookaburras take 
And in time, they all feed ants inside the logs.

The logs fall from mighty trees that house and feed the tiny bees
that fertilize the plants we use as foods.
With rain and sun the crops will flourish
And when harvested, they can nourish
All the peoples in the world, if we so choose

Foods for all the nations are here in God’s Creations,
Glorious is the spirit that’s big enough to care.
Food goes where it’s needed
If our sight is not impeded 
Or we keep it for ourselves when there’s enough for all to share.

In this world of ours we’re brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers,
We’re all related by living on this earth.
Whatever we do tomorrow
Can bring happiness or sorrow
Today is when we work out what it’s worth.


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copper beech leaves

copper beech leaves fall - fall's rustling russet secrets confided to earth


Details | Couplet | |

YEARNING FOR SPRING

nature sings softly her lively recital
everything  is glorious and looks vital
the swans exhibit courtship behavior
their dances visual pieces for their spring-paviour

thrushes chitter their earliest symphony
birdseed germinates and outspreads spring widely
two newts show a beautiful mating dance
strawberry plants use their early spring chance

a show of new born green just above the ground
alders pollen causing sneezing peoples' sound 
few snowdrops,  celandine,  white dead nettle
and hazel trees show leaves and huge mettle

appetite dictates this walk with our dog
a craved annual entry in our blog
at length awaited while walking and watching
dozens of reasons for thinking and talking

the artificial Christmas tree just packed
the baubles and the glass peak safely wrapped
a large cup of hot chocolate a good mate
served forthwith stale Christmas cookies on a plate

(c) Elly Wouterse
(edited 12/17/2014)


Details | Sonnet | |

Autumn

Leaves twirl through the chilly air
Leaving naked tree limbs flailing 
Soft sweaters cover me with care
Winds caress with gentle breezing

Crackling and popping beneath my feet
When I walk across the dirt pathway
Colorful leaves even cover the street
Creating oak, poplar and birch bouquet

Squirrels carry nuts into their haunts
While birds begin to fly toward the south
Melancholy feelings start to taunt
Bringing suspicions of winter’s mouth

Autumn is a season of colorful charms
When harvest begins at all the farms 

©2014 by Regina Riddle
Written on July 24, 2014


Details | Acrostic | |

WISCONSIN

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

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






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


Details | Free verse | |

in the farmer's song

so, i got to thinking
about all those words
planted in my language
where fertility grew them
to leave and stalk and pod

the farmer's words scatter
my fields like seed on clod
watered by thundering flashes
awash, fertilized and germinating

progeny seedlings, my own growth
in some time-lapse photography
writhing their creamy roots
into earthy loam and droning
on through a summer daze

into fruits of sweaty labors 
on humid chlorophylled days
silks sultry green, stalking me
through rows and rows as far
as i can see, if i squint

the farmer, suspended in time
stands with his hands in pocket
or on some implement toed to soil
and surveys life's prospects 
for this season, before the

days bake the green back into 
the humus and the cornucopia 
spills the field and orchard
this verse of the farmer's song
picked and stowed away cool

eyes closed now, ears gently
strain to hear, worldly phrasing
come from where? my larder
or some ancestor gleaning meaning
and dropping it into her apron

to carry home to hungry minds
to feed them something of today
and sustain them through a fallow
solstice and the chilled breeze

any cultivation harvested over
picked clean and harrowed flat
nearly time to plow it under again
while the farmer gazes the horizon
and sips something in his cup

© Goode Guy 2011-08-22


Details | Haiku | |

colors of pumpkin

colors of pumpkin, 
vermillion and deep gold---
    veiled mysteries air

branches intertwine
in a sea of canopies---
    harvest moon rises

gilded by the dawn
and swayed by a seasoned wind---
    shades of art abound



Details | Rictameter | |

I Rise

I rise
to catch the day,
Many weep to cuddle.
I rise to the super blessings- 
Those ones that parade around vivid earth,
The rooted crust and resources.
I rise to the rainbow-
Arch of colours
Contest.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring


       march winds gust -

       gorse clings on tightly
       
       whilst daffodils sway


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers




free 
as the wind
in song 
and verse
tumbling 
within my soul
quenching 
my poetic thirst

as vibrant  
as the wild daisy
each teardrop 
upon my face
I twist and turn 
in posy
lapping up 
the springtime rain 

with each 
pitter patter 
racing 
to greet my heart
I melt 
with each breath of beauty
drowning 
as I impart

forever 
in crystal showers
as I fall back 
to paint the day
from the rumbling clouds 
of dynasty 
quickly 
I am taken away

free
as the wind
in song 
and verse

untouched purity
this poetic birth

________________________


Details | Free verse | |

More About Rain

The great Serengeti's broad 
face lies in the African sun, 
dry, weathered, cracked, 
thirsty for the season.s tears

Storm clouds gather on her 
brow like an old lady's curls
Promises, promising
An empty promise

...The rains are too late
The children of the Serengeti 
lie down on her dusty bosom, 
never to rise again
A desperate waiting fills the 
air

At last, a single drop of rain 
falls on the delicate skin of 
the vast plain, then another 
and another

There but for an instant, 
before it vanishes into the 
scorched earth

Another drop, then ten, then 
dozens, then hundreds, until 
the broad face that is the 
Serengeti smears through the 
downpour
 
Watering holes fill and 
breach, streams and rivers run 
like locomotives 

Mysterious fish pop out of the 
mud
Sweet grasses leap up in the 
night 

Yesterday the majestic 
canvas was devoid of life 
Today, overflowing, a palette 
gorged with color and life… 

the cycle begins anew
The Serengeti awakes! 


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New England

Rocking on the water's tide,
Midnight lazing lullibye ride.
Full moon on the rise,
In velvet chocolate smooth skies.
Jasmine fills the whispering breeze,
Lethargic rustles in the trees.
A wolf howls a lonely tune,
A serenade to the shining moon.
Crickets chirp a tempoed beat,
Tickling rapids trailing feet.
Sweet clover rests between lips,
Fishing pole loose in fingertips.
O I think I have a bite,
Just jump on board, too languid to fight.
low hung sneaky stars within a grip,
a wish made before they slip.
Like fireflies enlightening the bay,
Rocking me to the milkyway.

Dedicated to Craig Cornish here is your spring in New England


Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn Sensations

Colorful symphonies sound
As red and gold bells fall down,
Shook loose by crisp cool air,
Tinkling their way to the ground.

Displayed on the limbs of trees
Are rich orange marmalade leaves,
Visions of autumn’s dessert
Tasting sweetly upon the breeze.

Autumn brews warm concoctions 
With auras of perfection
And richly spiced aromas, 
Which soothe our frayed emotions.

Fall’s festive nature brings out
A spirited dancing shout
And lovely celebrations
With beauty bursting about.

©   08-16-2012
For: Autumn's Beauty Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn

When sunlit days
become lost in shade,
and all that was verdant
becomes windswept jade,
withering leaves become
gold and brown, summer’s reign 
at last,has lost her crown!

© Harry J Horsman   2012


Details | Tanka | |

Flower Prom

crocuses peering at rows of bright red tulips near the iris beds pansied faces have retired wilting in the warm sunshine flower prom begins as gentle winds kiss roses sunflowers steal show swaying to their own rhythm with stunning, huge blooms bridal veil flowers extend above azaleas bowing tenderly delightful sight to behold dance of marigolds frail petunias search for gentle dancing partners lily petals reach for petunias graciously prom lasts all summer


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn's Breeze

Crisp Autumn seeps through the day
Dew balances a fresh cut blade

Tangerine skies seethe God's Grace
Summer's vehment blaze...replaced

Slipping sweetness around my pillow
Cool winds dance with weeping willow

Stars twinkle down through thick dense trees
As spirits dance in fresh Autumn's breeze


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Anew

Obscure gloom conceals the sky,
Tempered tears sentimental cry.
Veiled heavens once azure blue,
Laundering winter's obscurity anew.
Spring glorified with gloomy tear,
Vibrant multicolored atmosphere.
Arcing over melancholy gloom,
Revived variegated flora abloom.
Butterflies harvest the bounty of spring,
While enjoying the music robins bring.
Lazily flutter-by dancing one on one,
Basking under the hidden sun.
Bedazzling the pouty gloom,
Intoxicated by flora's heady perfume.







Details | Haiku | |

Spring Into Haiku

.          .          .          .          .          .          .

pink laced branches
shimmer against the sun
petals in my lunch

thirst quenched
by snow's runoff...
I roll up my jeans

my breath
silenced by cold water...
blue feet with red nails

reaching the meadow
discomfort is forgotten...
blisters on my heel

sneezing
from wildflower pollen....
flannel sleeve hanky

wildflowers 
reflect on sunglasses...
camera's click
   



.     .     .     .     .     .     .     .     .
5/7/14  For Deb's Contest: "Spring Into Haiku


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Dreams

Golden goddess up above,
shine down on me rays of love.
Summer dreams, they come to me,
bright white sands on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm my skin,
waves of blue come crashing in.
Sailboats sailing in,
summer breezes, summer wind. 
Sandcastles along the shore,
summer rains, they always pour.
Summer dreams they come to me,
children playing on the beach.
Rays of sun that warm the sand,
couples walking, holding hands.
Baby blue summer sky,
summer dreams of you and I.


Details | Acrostic | |

The Sun Rises- -The Moon Sets

These were set in motion from the beginning of time.
Heavens abound in each of their glory, power sublime.
Every excursion that they set upon revolves in rhyme.

Solar orb that secures life upon this planet we dwell.
Universally seen around our globe, for all to tell,
Never tiring it revolves, captured within its cell.

Rising up from its core, flares of powerful streams.
I respect what has risen from the sunny beams.
Sharing the glory that it has upon everyone, it seems.
Evident by the life that it supports even in dreams,
Solar star of daylight hours continue as nature deems.

Till nightfall approaches while another completes the set.
Helping to guide travelers for centuries the positions to get,
Evening ignites different phases upon this satellites debt.

Monthly revolutions of this celestial body sway the hours.
Orbital bliss has spoken richly along with romantic flowers.
Opening souls in sensuality and fulfilling romantic powers.
New moon to which many have fell into its magical showers.

Splendor of the night as it falls to set upon the new dawns light.
Exemplary versions follow a pattern, which marvels natural sight.
Take notice of what you may be missing each upcoming night.
Said, I’ve heard, old sailors delight, shining, enchantingly bright.


Details | Free verse | |

Tadpoling parts 1 and 2

part 1 

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

part 2 

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

plumes of breath

plumes of breath -
wolf's eyes shimmer
in moonlight


Details | Sijo | |

October Bliss

October Bliss
In the mood for autumnal cavorting and carousing, Dripping with morning dew drops and blowing moist kisses at rainbows, Golden leaves flit about wind-swept paths searching for dancing partners.
(10-08-2014)


Details | Rhyme | |

Before It Burns Away

I admire an early morning view. There is a pre-dawn mist, and grass with dew. The beads of dew resemble diamonds everywhere. A slight chill accents the morning air. The calls of birds are heard all around. They somewhat make a harmonizing sound. If translated, they are saying “Get out of bed. Humans, you have an entire day ahead.” Without further explanation I must say, this is my favorite time of the day.


Details | Free verse | |

Wrapping the Night in a Table Cloth, Stars and All.

soda sparks
and lemon juice
on every lip
and candle wick
explosion
of the champagne kind
to bubble brains
and swirl the minds
when summer limps
upon two heels
we break our vows
and kneel to feel
the rhythm of the losing heat
when soda sparks
in weak appeal
as sidewalks bend
their thoughts to me
while overactive melodies
complete themselves
in summer nights
I barely fall without a fight
and candles dim
and lights grow white
I know the drill, tonight's the night
I lick the summer off my chin
and grab September, and head on in...


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring's Budding Romance


Lovely hued flowers adorn my sills, painting over winter's gloom Budding blossoms, an abundant gift from earth's lavish garden Spring has arrived in splendor; she is fully clad in fragrant bloom An array of vivid petals wave to greet me through my open curtain A banquet for my eyes until the azure skies gallantly darken Fresh green scapes boldly beckon with promise of sunlit strolls Winter's slumber has contained all of my audacious desires The thaw of spring awakens passions welling in my soul Brilliant butterflies flutter, pristine snowflakes try to aspire As spring's budding romance is displayed, winter has expired Melodies enchant the barren forests as leaves sprout in song Trees sway to spring's beautiful music and burst with creation Robin's nest caresses bright blue eggs on branches thick and strong Graceful wings dance on the golden horizon, birds sing in elation Nature embraced by the sun and earth, spring's miraculous sensation
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders Ninth place in English Quintain A Spring Day contest (Francine Roberts) By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 4, 2012 for Francine Robert's english quintain, a spring day contest Ninth place


Details | Acrostic | |

SEASONS

Springing and bounding like a lamb 
Playfully, gamboling over the ground.
Rumbles of thunder assaulting the ear
Incessant lightning, earth trembling in fear.
Nature is fickle, and inscrutably wild,
Glowing with vigor--an unruly child.

Shimmering heat waves swim and rise, 
Under the blazing, noonday skies.
Mercury rising, seeking the sky.
My vision is bleary--sweat in my eyes.
Everyone wondering, “When will it end?” 
Remembering winter--bring it again.

Autumn colors flaming bright
Under azure autumn light.
Tender hearts holding fast 
Untold feelings from the past.
Mellow, yellow, harvest moons, 
Night time bonfires, off-key tunes.

White snow blanketing fallen leaves,
Icicles forming on dripping eaves.
North wind moaning through the trees,
Temperature falling below the knees.
Eagerly waiting for robins to sing,
Readily awaiting arrival of spring.


Details | Ballad | |

Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Sorry

a single white rose
given to the one you want -
apoligized to


Details | Cinquain | |

Rainbow Colors (Cinquain)

Rainbow
Colorful arch
Heavenly gracious light
Glorious feeling from above
Colors



© Joseph, 8/19/07
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Rhyme | |

Always Believe

Birds singing in the warmth of the sun
Flowers blooming means spring has sprung
Your innocence of the world today
May diminish some, but most will stay
I hope you will always achieve
With warmth in your heart, always believe

Wonderful characters in fairy tales
Uncontrollable joy from puppy dog tails
Capture their enchantment today
Hold on to their hopes in a special way
Sparkles in your eyes show you perceive
Their happiness and dreams, always believe

Fallen leaves rustling in the breeze
Gathering pinecones on your knees
Enjoy nature while you can today
Night is growing colder with shortness of the day
The snowflakes will drift on to your sleeve
With the magic of winter, always believe

With an open heart, may you also receive
Belief in yourself, always believe


Details | Lyric | |

Sweet Sparrow

A song of a sparrow in the springtime.




Birds chirp a lullaby at the peak of the morning sun.
Speedy is the dragonfly, wish I could catch just one.
Clovers fill the meadow and daisies are in bloom.
Brilliant as the rainbow heanen's scent perfumes.
I hear a sparrow singing sweet tunes of joy and glee.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, sing a song for me.

As springtime goldenrods glow.
I see a sweet sparrow perched upon a rose.
Elegant are the carnations,
and honeybees buzz me by,
God's mighty creations of tender springtime.
I hear a sparrow singing a joyful melody.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, whistle in the breeze.

Lilacs spread their fragrance.
Daffodils line the creek.
In the wind the lilies dance,
and crickets chirp at my feet.
I hear a sparrow singing such a sweet tune.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, lift the morning dew.

Sing a song the prince of love and let the music flow.
Drowning in sweet melodies I open my window.
Perched upon the cedar tree a mighty little bird.
Singing tunes of springtime for all to be heard.


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn

A wisp of white cloud
On a breeze, that cools the land
Autumn is soon here


Details | Free verse | |

September's Quietude

As September shadows appear
All creatures prepare for winter days to come
No calendar to tell them of advancing time
They just know it was planned that way
One by one the leaves of crimson and gold
Of dying browns fall from maples, oaks upon the ground
A note of regret, a bit of melancholy enters hearts
At the first hint that summer is over
That winter's voice is soon to be heard
The shadows of September whisper
Final vows to the dying year
But seasons come and go, melting so noiselessly
Significant in their silences
One into the other
That our thoughts keep forward
There is a note of permanence in all the moves of nature
She goes on, mindful of man and all his dreams of spring awakening


In honor of Brian's "One For September"


Details | Free verse | |

A walk with me

Waves crash the rocks in ecstasy
as I pass the archway 
to the sea.
Onwards to the village, 
busy cafes,
the aroma of coffee brewing,
as a power of teens gather, texting.
 
I venture down 
a chestnut lined road
under a canopy 
of Copper Beech
where bright shafts of sun
illuminate a lane of lavender 
a sea of perfume
wafts the air.
 
Climbing an incline, 
hills in view,
the distant sobbing
of water sounds
a trickling brook emerges
ambling through magenta heather
and thorny gorse.

I reach a stile, 
entrance to the woods
where a carpet 
of frosted red cyclamen 
bleeds down to a deep dark glen.
A chicory lake lies there, frozen
as a mist uncurls between reeds.
  
The granite hills,
 soft with snow,
luminous against a whale grey sky.
A copse of pine trees
surround a curving river
where trout pout, bubbling.
 
At the fold of day, 
returning hom
The pale sun sinks the horizon
as stars tremble
into a velvet night




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Summer Haiku


daffodils wilt in summer heat -- a lost friend kite tails fly -- children chase the wind and catch the sun a forgotten swing sways beneath an empty nest -- and ripe, red apples By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012 for ????.....!!!!!.....Ku Ku Crazy......!!!!!.....???? Contest (Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver )


Details | Limerick | |

Afternoon Afterthought

                                  Upon the roof, outside the walls,

                              now tapping soft its whispered calls,

                                              aftertaste of pain,

                                             this afternoon rain,

                                  like a  fading afterthought, falls.


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a randonee francais

a chemin blanc ramble
along blackberry bramble
with buzzard on high
o'er fields prairie dry;
sunflower black,seed in the sun,
sweetcorn husks,nearly done
wild apple and pear
tempt climbers who dare;
walnut ripen in husks
as afternoon turns to dusk
Nature's early warning call
Ete's soon will be Fall


Details | Light Poetry | |

Cheerful Birds Song

Pieces of sunlight
Indiscriminaely scattered
Amid dappled green
Change places with
Latticed shadows
of emerging silence
Cheerful birds song
Chirp, chirp, chirp
Mingle with
Gently rustling leaves
Morning's musical companions

The flaming muscle car rears
Screaming lurching to a stop
Nose diving, braking hard
Deep throated mechanical bark
Shatters stillness
Belching tail pipes thunder
The assault splits the air
Chopping stillness to pieces

After awhile birds sing
And the trees are still green


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Cardinal On The Bough

Cardinal On The Bough
Flashing Crimson In The White
He Takes Flight In Fog


Details | Tanka | |

Bears {Tanka}

Winter snows recede
Warmer days do their part
Rivers start to swell
Awakened by natures clock
Hibernating bears emerge


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SNOW BLOSSOM

One bright splash of red
On the snow-covered holly--
A cardinal bloom. 


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Moments of Eternal Beauty

Blossoms fall like snow

Where the silent river flows

...eternal moment


Details | Rhyme | |

First Snow

Out of the skies above it will fall,
Its purpose is to cover the ground below.
One of the most beautiful sights of all,
Is that first blanket of snow.
When it appears over night,
Is when it is the utmost beautiful.
It is during that first sight,
That everything seems so peaceful.
That moment disappears so fast,
It will be gone two hours into the day.
Becoming a memory of the past,
For it was not meant to stay.
It will snow again this season,
As I am sure you know.
Though for some odd reason,
It is not the same as that first blanket of snow.


Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

Winter's Blanket

Autumn’s rich scent has passed, color dies,
Winter enters with splendor, gracing the terrain with shades of white and grey,
The air is ice, the blanket of white embracing the ground sparkles, trees sway,
This time of year is exuberant and wise.

Crystalline icicles cry with the endearing sunlight, they splinter,
Outside breath of the living turns to frost, the air gives a bite,
The shine upon untainted snow gleams fresh and so bright,
All adore the eloquence and passion of the iced over winter.


Details | Rhyme | |

The trail of the dying sun

The trail of the dying sun
told me of your tears
and the west wind
brought me your name

The river spoke
of all our fears
the ocean
felt the same

The earth waits to receive your bones
and your spirit be cradled by sky
all we are is dust and thought
dust and thought until we die


Details | Rhyme | |

Springtime


Children running about,
As days start to extend.
New life begins to sprout,
And colors seem to blend.
The skies so serene,
Become a special treat.
The air smells crisp and clean,
Flower's blooms smell so sweet.
As birds sing their song,
Children outside begin to play.
Though the wait seemed long,
Winter has finally gone away.
It is now springtime,
Everything begins anew.
With temperatures on the climb,
There is much to pursue.
I am sure we all assent,
To the feeling we share.
It is within a springtime event,
That no other time can compare.




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BEFORE SPRING CAME

Before spring came, in late February
to the blooming and jolly hills 
I ran, breathing heavily and frantically,
touching the perfumed blossoms 
of a solitary, old cherry tree;
and underneath it I sat writing poetry
that hadn't a perfect rhyme and beat! 
Weren't my skills marred by imperfections?    



Canaries and red-breasted robins
flew down and rested on my outstretched legs;
perusing my lines to spot their names,
and when they did, they flapped their wings in gladness!
I could have imagined their joyful words,.
if only they had acquired the gift of speech,
and deeper in their thoughts I would have reached:
to dispel the myth that they had no feelings...



After my short poem was completed,
I reached for my harmonica to play my favorite classic tune;
and being surprised by the paleness of the fading moon,
I dedicated that happy melody to her not to let her despair:
by waving my hand to make her farewell less sad, while I whispered,
" Silent moon, eternal companion of every poet,
what's beyond the realm of this universe?...
Tell us more of those invisible suns and planets! "
 


Before spring came to the dormant valley,
the mountains' peaks allowed the sun to melt their snows,
to create gushing torrents to feed its water to the dry and cracked soil,
which needed rain instead of harmful frost;
and I drank the freshest water and washed my sweaty face,
while fighting off the bees' stubborn rivalry!
That spring has come again to dress herself with incredible splendor,
and this discontent and wishful heart desires nothing more than being there!  


My theme is: Happiness In Childhood


Details | I do not know? | |

Jack Frost

Corn stalks glistening
Row on row.
A killing frost,
So heavy,
It appeared as snow.

Frost covered pumpkins
Beyond the corn was seen.
Left in the field,
Unpicked,
From Halloween.

I saw morning glories,
Vines askew.
But not for a drop in Celsius,
This could have been,
Just dew.

A single Rose
Left unprotected I found.
Its blackened petals,
Strewn beneath,
On the ground.

But fleeting moments,
Past rising of the sun.
I stood in awe,
Surveying damage,
The frost had done.

My immediate attention,
Was not on things i'd lost.
But the warm morning sun,
Doing its thing,
To old Jack Frost.


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Autumn

Immersed in the sound of the low rustling wind
Memories and places they haunt yet again
Passed by so quickly as each falling leaf
Drifting and flowing on an unyielding stream
A current to carry from birth right on through
Filling our moments with cares which ensue
A mind lost in remnants of lovers and friends
Babies and children and time long since spent
Familiar, intangible, just out of reach
Longing for ghosts that my heart doth beseech
Winter is looming and summer is past
A time for remembrance the years gone so fast
Beauty is captured in my last breath of life
The sparkling colors in the warm golden light
Do mimic the glory and wonder be told
In those bright days of autumn and a life to behold
 


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ALWAYS

a clinging vine
ivy climbs the wall
un-noticed


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Autumn Evening

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


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer Days

 

It is finally here,
What we have waited for.
The cause for much cheer,
Is the season we all adore.
Time to dig out the shorts,
Now that summer has begun.
Maybe play some summer sports,
That is always good for some fun.
We can go for a swim,
Or play sand volleyball.
When it is not in a gym,
Is when it is the most fun of all.
We might be hand washing cars,
Maybe we are sleeping in a tent.
We may be gazing at the stars,
Regardless it is outdoors where most time is spent.
Then there are the simple pleasures,
Like a relaxing nap in the shade.
Or the many hidden treasures,
Such as ice cold lemonade.
There are also the events,
From which certain aromas contain.
Providing unmistakable scents,
From fresh cut grass or a warm summer rain.
Enjoy it while you can,
For unfortunately there is no doubt.
Just as quickly as it began,
Summertime will soon run out.
Leaving us to anticipate,
Summers glorious ways.
Yearning for the next chance to participate,
In the wonderful summer days!





 








Details | Rhyme | |

Picture perfect

Up on a mountain
Alone stands a tree
“Picture perfect”
For all to see
A perfect blend of colors
Created in the fall
With the descending leaves
Adding beauty to it all
The winter brings with it
A look that’s all its own
It’s like peering at a snow globe
When the wind is blowing
The view in the springtime
Is like a breath of fresh air
Life as it blossoms is 
A sight which is fair
Summer makes sounds so soothing
By winds which compel the tree to dance
Inhaling its aroma
You’re enslaved into a trance
So, as the seasons continue to change
This perfect picture you can see
If you look up on the mountain
Where there stands alone a tree


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The Winds of the Night

The winds of the night creep in on you and they are up and about.
They surround you in the darkness and shed you into some light.
They are given and they are taken with your most silent thoughts.
They pass through your hidden fears and come from plain sight.
The winds of the night so clever and discreet they really are.
They hold no boundaries to your beginning and nor to your end.
They are warm and they are cold rising above you and reaching up from far.
They are of their own power and hold onto all claims of their own.
The winds of the night come sending a message to the unknown.
The winds of the night are aimless but when directed they drift all together.
They are dangerous when calm at night a sight not even one has really seen.
They are unsettled with no balance yet predictable by where they all concur.
They capture what is felt and heard because they’re accepted as they’re deemed.
The winds of the night come and go for they are on a lifelong mission.
They are silent within your journey for they can not be spoken to or touched.
They exist for your life bringing the world into its final rule on deception.
The winds of the night carry enough strength to lead a massive world into the unjust!








Details | Haiku | |

WINTER

Winter comes again--
The earth returns to slumber.
Time, once more, to dream


Details | I do not know? | |

The Beauty of Summer

As days become longer
Warm air blankets our skin

The sky feels more open
Something new is to begin

What could be anything
Our destiny unknown

It is the air of freshness
Where new souls will be born

With each moment singing
Its own unique tune

The open seas lift us up
As we prepare for the new

To breathe, laugh, love and be

The beauty of Summer
When we are happy and carefree.


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Redbud

Crimson seeds of spring
leaf light air, butterfly rain
soft as summer’s swirl.


Details | Haiku | |

Trees of the Lord

The trees of the Lord
Full of sap and evergreen
Planted by waters,

Spreading out their roots
Even when drought comes with heat,
Still, will yield their fruit.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Denial

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

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Natures Perfect Blend

If little birds know,
when it is time to leave,
before the snow,
before the freeze.
Humans too,
possess this gift,
something instilled,
as the seasons shift.
It can only be God,
our maker our friend,
who would have thought of this,
natures perfect blend.


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

Widowed

Do raindrops know
when dandelions cry
flowing flaxen feelings 
like honeysuckle hues
cuddling a marigold morning
Will weeping willows wake
parched parades of poppies
silted by searing seasons
stigmas of seedless seduction 
shadowed by stormy sunsets
Can rainbows of renaissance
twist tulip tongues 
so stamens of wilted whispers
oscillate osmotic overtures
of pistil pardon
Do thundering trumpets 
mourn misty meadows
when dandelions cry 
tides of tawny tears
widowed in floating fields of life


Details | Free verse | |

Dark Vision

As the stars 
begin 
    to appear in 
the night sky
   the snowfall 
continues
   unique snow 
crystals fall from 
heaven
    We're happy 
to watch the 
   whiteness spread
over the land
    Taking a deep 
breath of the 
  night air
  we head homewards
Tomorrow it will 
  be difficult 
to get around
   But the 
snow looks so pristine!
  The 
trees are hung 
with snow
   And so, we;ll 
take in the sight
  of a world of 
white


Details | Limerick | |

Gloom in Bloom

                              Yellow petals shroud the glens in buttery bloom,

                                 concealing from the sun a shadowed gloom;


                                                             hapless furs,

                                                             get the curse;

                             beneath the bush feasts the fanged coil of doom!


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn Song

The crispen lips of autumn
when pumpkin leaflets fill the air
and sing-ed wood is smoking bare is freedom.
It's the crackle 'neath your bundled feet
and scarves tied loose and apple pinched cheeks
and majesty you'll never reach from a window.
It's linking arms with your closest friend
and letting the warming sun pretend it's working.
It's chipmunks still and frozen there 
beneath the tree, nuts everywhere
a glint in their eyes and they're back in their lair
cheeks popped full of magic.
This kiss is the glory of your love's embrace
lying there you're face to face 'till slumber
'Till the big goodnight, 'till the bright snow light,
"till winter...


Details | Rhyme | |

Sunset Wonder

Fingers crossed,
My mind still hoping,
Day by day,
I rest on the hill sloping.

Looking at the sun,
Mesmerized by the beauty,
Rays blinding the scene I look on.

The sun is setting,
My mind is wondering;
Although sometimes forgetting,
Though life seems like its plundering.

Birds wisp by,
Flying across the purple-pink sky.
Oceans in the distance,
Beauty beyond existence.

It’s a sunset wonder,
A masterpiece of splendor.
Exquisiteness unsurpassed,
The sky, life, and scenery coming together at long last.


Details | Quatrain | |

A FULL MOON NIGHT

The moon, pausing near her zenith,
On that balmy night in May,
Painted a warm, nocturnal landscape, 
In varying shades gray.

A mockingbird insomniac,
With golden harp did play,
And serenade his lady love
With songs as bright as day.

A shy, retiring whip-poor-will
In some hidden, forest swale,
Intoned his lonely-heart refrain, 
In a melancholy wail. 

The gentle breeze, that washed my face,
Tasted honeysuckle sweet,
While silver dewdrops glistened,
On the grass beneath my feet.

Though my magic, childhood years have gone
On frightened wings of flight,
I treasure, in my reverie,
That enchanted full moon night.


Details | I do not know? | |

Alone A Tree In Mourning

A single bee
Alone a tree.
A single day in morning.
His slicker sly 
Of catching eyes.
His sweeter side of aging.
Like sticky seeds,
These blossom beads.
The winter plants are dying.
A drunken bee
Flies lazily,
Brought down by nectar drinking.

Our springs are wet
With sweet forgets.
Our hearts forever bleeding.
Our summers heat,
These days retreat,
Our only summer setting.
Our summers die
In lullabies.
I wish I wont stop dreaming.
A passer by
I might ask why
Alone a tree in morning?

And possibly 
He’d die to be 
My only glimpse of fleeting.
Without a care 
Our pulses dare
To reach the height of running.
A gentle sigh,
An open mind,
Holds within each waiting.

His ancient cry
Of reasons why.
His simple song of saving.
I'll never die 
He'll say tonight
While other dawns are breaking.
A passer by,
I might ask why
Alone a tree in mourning? 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Robin

Yesterday I saw a Robin
That harbinger of Spring
After eating his fill at my feeder
He swiftly took wing

I'd like to know where he came from
I'd like to know where he's going
I hope he is heading South
Away from where it's snowing

He was such a pretty bird
I'd like for him to stay
But I know he has to spread the news
That Spring is on the way

So hurry Mr. Red Breast
Spead the happy word
After such a long winter
It's the best news I have heard

You Gotta Love Those Robins!




Details | Fibonacci | |

Her Poet



If 
I 
Should be
Your poet,
In thy garden, let 
My muses, as I do now, spell 
For thee, the sweet honey of spring where I humbly come.  


Details | Free verse | |

Slender Birch

Steel Gray skies with threatening rain and restless wind
My breath gathers as mist on the inside of the window pane
...as I watched for the school bus

A slender birch tree with spiral scars 
of flayed bark against its white skin
like curlicues of sharpened pencil shavings

Still clutching many bright yellow leaves, 
Some collecting at its base like a discarded garment
Sunlight, just a small shaft flickers bright dapples on tiny dancers
Ocherous curtains against the bruised sky

Prodigious vibrant final act
Just for me
The tree manages a sly curtsey 
in my direction, 
Sacrificing more of her fragile costume

My beautiful rosy-cheeked child kicks playfully
through the saffron sea of discarded programs
“Here are some for you Mama” he says
as he bursts into the kitchen smelling of peanut butter and early fall
There he deposits a chubby handful of my regard 
gently into my apron pocket

And into my heart's hiding place as well
Perfect poignant performance;
Beautifully done slender birch,
Most beautifully done


Details | Verse | |

It Rains This Time Of Year

Stood beneath the branches of the oak,
  Mud and dampness rising from the ground,
It rains this time of year, I think I spoke,
  When no one else was there to hang around.

In the gushing torrent on the slate,
  Surging from the roof and to the pipe,
Whispers seem to echo, resonate,
  And raindrops from my eyes I need to wipe.

For I don’t ever cry despite it seems
  That sadness shadows haunt upon my face,
It’s just the lonely rain that always teems
  This time of year and in this very place.

I see a past when chestnuts lay on grass,
  And she was like a willow, lithe and svelte,
We drank of apple wine in crystal glass,
  And in the dusk I found out how she felt.

Beside the crackling fire in the hearth,
  I tasted her and she thus tasted me,
I somehow knew we walked a separate path
  And all we built with words would never be.

As I recall she left me in the fall,
  A note upon the pillow by my head,
And at the time I didn’t care at all
  Just carved another notch upon the bed.

It was raining when she went, is raining on,
  And even now, on times, I sense her near,
So much for futile wishing, she has gone,
  I only know it rains this time of year.


Details | Free verse | |

Vapours

Gray clouds without rain
Loom and strike their hands
With thunders and heavy voices
At the earth below 
Sending down flashes of light 
Which miss their marks 
Then the breath of heaven 
Carries away those vapours
Before the sun


Details | Free verse | |

Chilly Con

Bitter, bitter, bitter
not as in a taste on tongue
or unrequited loves' remain,
only of wind thats wrung
all warmth from the air.

Bitter, bitter, bitter
all the way through to bone,
clenching chattering teeth,
and breath blown
on mittened hands.

Shine of sun to deceive
beckons one out of doors
brain has an idea of sun
that roars
away outside 
caught in bitter's bite.


Details | I do not know? | |

Silently Falling

Look at the drops of rain

Falling silently

Glistening in the light

They make no sound

No one can tell they are around

Falling, dripping off tree branches,

A steady stream cascading, gently

To the ground below

Clear as crystal in daylight

Unseen in the darkness of night

The precious gift of water

Given from above

To sustain life

This little droplet so small

Is the source of survival above all


Details | I do not know? | |

WOLF OF THE NORTH

Wolf of the north, I heard you howl
In the stillness of last night.
I heard you prowling around my door
On feet so soft and quiet.
Your frosty breath fell on my lawn
And turned the green to white.
Wolf of the north, I heard you howl
In the stillness of last night.
                                            
Wolf of the north, I heard you growl
In the midnight dark and deep.
The shutters trembled at your touch
And aroused me from my sleep.
How bitter are the winter nights
When through the land you creep.
Wolf of the north, I heard you growl
In the midnight dark and deep.
                                            
Wolf of the north, I know you lurk
Outside these sheltering walls.
I dread the chill of facing you
When daytime duty calls.
Your panting fogs the window panes
While swirling snowflakes fall.
Wolf of the north, I know you lurk
Outside these sheltering walls.


Details | Lanterne | |

LANTERNE ALMANAC

WINTER
in
anger-
whips up the waves,
pounds the shingle
shore
SPRING
in
action-
brings to life
and feathers its
nest
SUMMER
so 
lazy-
rests the soul
and flowers the
land
AUTUMN
so
mellow-
scents and sounds
in the harvest
home.



Details | Free verse | |

Dawning Frost

Empty cold branch fingers
Reaching out in all directions
Through the quiet skies
Gray and heavy smoldering
Whisping skyward from chimneys
Through the windows frost child eyes
Spy the first snowfall softly
Drifting about heedlessly
White velvet landscaped covering
As December settles down
Enfolding the night
In her tranquility


Details | Free verse | |

Flowering Gardens

    Walk amidst
The flowers
        Waves of bright
Color overwhelm you
        The air is redolent with their scent
The sun sends 
It's smile down to greet us
       Here in the garden one can
       Know peace
       Here in the garden
       Life takes on a different hye
       The air is vibrant 
                                     With 
                                            Anticipation
We meet 
In this 
        Flowering 
Grove
Let's hope it's 
Not 
      For the 
Last time


Details | I do not know? | |

Away into Night

oceans dry away, away
and night comes to swallow the day
so to do dreams fade away, away
and become fables that old men would say


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Sprung

I am up
before the sun
and I move 
with anticipation
to the shade.

To peek out.

What awaits?
What has occurred
while I slumbered?

A new blanket 
of snow and ice
would be nice
with rabbit tracks
across the lawn.

Had sheets of rain
fallen around
leaving branches 
on the ground
and puddles 
everywhere.

Would there be 
a kiss
of fog and mist
hanging there
laying imagination 
and mystery
upon the new day.

Alas none of this.

And then
the melodious sounds
of long ago
flood my ears
and fill my soul
returning as suddenly
as they left...

The birds are back.




Details | Diamante | |

Summer

     
                                                     storm
                                             violent, sudden
                                    raining, thundering, hailing
                                     wind, clouds,rainbow, sun
                                    playing, swimming, laughing
                                                calm, warm
                                                   summer


Details | Personification | |

A Kiss of Sunshine

The world that once was slumbering
Beneath the quilt of Winter's snow
Is now set free to gladly see
The rays of golden sunlight

He peeks at first so shyly through
The drifting clouds of leaden grey
And then, behold his beams of gold!
A kiss of gentle sunshine

The trees are budding, flowers bloom
And shades of gentle green abound
The birds of spring so sweetly sing
While kissed by rays of sunlight

How father-like the sun looks down
In glorious warmth and light
To see the things his fire brings --
The miracle of sunshine

From east to west he travells on
In grandly royal golden robes
A pilgrim man, that once began
Benignly sending raylets

As here I watch th'unfolding spring
And bask in beams of heaven's king
I think of monarchs, once divine
Whose wond'rous kingdoms once did shine

This sun hath missed not one poor soul
But fondly with a tender touch
Hath kissed the maids that dwelt in glades
Of distant lands now vanished

Now all, I think, once gently kissed
Have sung the praise of heaven's rays
And all, it seems, that Sun hath wist
Have tracked his run throughout their days

His rhythmic climb and equal fall
While heeding Nature's firmest call
His constant change, yet still the same
When once returned from whence he came

A mystery, a miracle
At times a friend, at times severe
But each new day at Dawn's approach
Reveals the kiss of sunshine




Details | Haiku | |

Nature's Tears

raindrops
streaming down the pane
mother nature cries


Details | Light Poetry | |

I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


Details | Sestina | |

A Changing Heart

A CHANGING HEART

Longing for heart-quiet,
end of further fall
into winter — short days of sun
forwarding to spring’s
longer days, a circling back
in the sameness of time —

heart-and-mind-numbing time
with no respite. A longing to quiet   
those thoughts playing back
battle after battle — the failing
to even half fill life’s wellspring. 
And, in my darkest season

of discontent, convinced the sun 
will no longer shine in this lifetime, 
feeling that sting 
as from a bee disquieting
green slumber, swelling to a fault
every damned day. Slamming me back

season upon season. Holding me back.
Chilling me with doubt that the sun
will come without fail,
and that, invariably, given time, 
better times will rise each dawn, quietly 
advancing into spring. Fast forward, past spring 
to summer, to autumn, back
to winter, and round again, disquiet
ever more glaring under the sun.
Then, out of the blue, a glance, a nod. Time 
stops. My heart races, falling
in love, doubt conquered. No fooling!

Empty seasons done for, spring
burgeons and flowers time —
a new lifetime. No looking back.
Moving past risk and reasons,
my heart basks, quiet
as snowfall — springtime-sprouting,

sun-bursting-through-cloud quiet.
The quiet of snowflakes melting in the sun,
a kiss blown, then blown back.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Colour Of Spring

Springtime comes on gossamer wings;
Its sun beams down on all God's things.
The fields and woods are first to preen;
Each blade and leaf gives off a sheen.
Tis an emerald dress they wear,
Simple beauty without man's flair.
I look around in spring and swear
God's favorite colour is green.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Haiku Footle

Haiku

I Do




Details | Haiku | |

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

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Summer's End

With brew in hand, I step into a dew laden atmosphere that lies beneath a veil of grey, through which a huge, radiating circle of red rises and burns a hole, allowing the true colors of the day to seep through. Streams of blue, bleed through the green needles of the pines, as I sip my morning coffee and marvel at the crystal pinwheel patterns spun during the night, that now hang from my weather beaten fence. 

In a melancholy breeze, I watch  through cloudy eyes, a few leaves falling from the Crimson Kings, exposing the empty Robin’s nest I watched a Robin build  - it seems - not so long ago, as I wonder through years gone by.

Across the way, where it seems only yesterday, I gazed at green pastures, I now gaze at fields of Queen Ann Lace, Golden Rods, Purple Asters and Scottish Thistles. When did, and how did all this happen? How quickly life goes by!

The sky above me turns black, as a flock of Starlings, swoop and sway and turn as one, before landing in the trees along the railroad track, breaking the silence with their deafening cries of summer's end, as a tear falls from my eye.


Written:  August 30, 2013


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The Apple Don't Fall Far From The Tree

<                                          amidst .... apple tree
                                        black bear .... pounces limb
                                              cubs wait .... below









Entry For
Andrea Dietrich's
Fall Animal Haiku Contest
G.L. All
                                            


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The path of Spring

The path of Spring

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

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

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

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

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


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Snowflake

                                         SnowFlake
                                      Unique, Frozen
                                Falling, drifting, Shoveling
                              Catching one on your tongue
                                            CRYSTAL


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Words

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


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Lady Autumn's Ball

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


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A Symbol Of Spring's Resurrection

cold February's rain saturates the good earth... star magnolia blooms
A symbol of spring's resurrection are those early blossoms. The Daffodils spring up under the bright yellow Forsythia and beautiful pink tulip shaped flowers cover the Japanese Magnolia..Resurrection stated in the most subtle way. They say to me there is hope that the sun will soon warm the earth's soil signaling to all of nature to come alive.
red buds glow decorating the roadside... heavy fog cloaks all
Spring's presence can be unobtrusive slipping in like a lamb. One day it is winter then a heady essence wafts on a zephyr that aroma of pale lavender Wisteria announcing spring has sprung. Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi Contest: Spring Haibun red buds glow(verb)


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First Day In December




                             I woke up this morning to a white glow
                        Outside it has dropped a white blanket of snow
                             I want to make a snowman named Joe
                   He shall have a red hat on, he becomes easy to know
                                It's cold and it's starting to blow
                           I rush into my house, it's cold on my toe






01.12.2012
A-L  Andresen :)


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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


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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Playing Peek A Boo {Edit}

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


{ Christmas }






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


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A Yellow Back Spider



You might call it an epiphany as I bedded down amongst the vines a beautiful yellow back spider for the entire afternoon we would spent some time With sun glistening above and a wind caution and free a delicate web of life he began a sight my eyes marveled to see From tiny branch to tiny branch a miraculous grand design took shape rectangles stacked upon rectangles squares of silk he fashioned free Within this beauty and grace he paused as if to see a smile within my heart aglow a hope for humanity "Thrive" I said to the little guy as I rolled back to my feet a grateful dream I did thee witness a minuet piece of Gods majesty


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Days of Autumn

An argentine sky adorns the woodlands
In a misty shroud as only slight remnants
Of a long forgotten path remain,
Embraced by the beauty of maples and by
The scent of cool crisp air--autumn permeates.

Yet there is subtle warmth in the mélange 
Of colorful pumpkin, gold and, vermilion leaves,
In their swirling harmonic dance
As they depart the boughs of their birth
Unified in death, as in life.

©2011 Connie Marcum Wong

*For Russell Sivey’s Autumn Splendor contest


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Change Of Seasons

The earth slips into a deep sleep
all beneath its surface now dormant
sleepy animals curled up in their dens
soon to fall into the sleep of hibernation
all now slowed down awaiting the snows
trees now denude of their canopy of leaves

Jack Frost comes creeping with icy fingers
covering everything in stark bright white
hoar frost, branches sparkling with icicles
softly, come the first snows just a sprinkle
a promise of more, laden sullen skies above
in the morning, a world of brilliant white

Fresh and crisp unmarked by human tracks
just the odd three toed marks of birds
deer trails pass through so distinct
the flash of colour from Red Robin's beast
drifts of snow, some very deep lie in wait
for unwary travelers tempting with beauty 

Slowly, oh so slowly the thaw arrives
everywhere a-run with water trickling
now appears the odd patch of faded green
Winter releases her hold with reluctance
fighting to the end, then slips away
leaving Spring to awaken the land with warmth

Now the birds are busy, gathering the twigs
also moss and feathers with some sheep's wool
busily building nests all shapes and sizes
the males preening and showing off to hens
fighting for the rights of lady and territory
the winner, the one who's chicks will be born

Leaves unfurling on the trees reaching out 
sun bathed they quickly grow and bush up
to give shelter to birds and tender plants 
bulbs now pushing up snowdrops appearing
followed by gay crocus and waving daffodil
finally come the roses, tulips and lupines

All now a splash with colour gleaming in the sun
Summer has arrived with her hot sultry heat
languidly the breezes flow over the landscape
an earth that is now ablaze with vibrant greens
emerald vieing with turquoise, lime and pea green
scarlet beside pink and red, a vision of beauty
pure white of daisies and yellow petals of roses

Too soon, far too soon slowly the nights lengthen
a chill is felt in the air as daylight fades away
leaves start to turn to various shades of brown
then giving up their grip are carried by the wind
plump apples fill the orchards they taste so sweet
corn and other crops are now ready for the harvest

Bare trees now greet us as the days shorten quickly
Autumn drifts gently in, time to light the log fires
to tuck one's self up with a book and mug of cocoa
ponder on the year gone by, the highs and the lows
the cycle of seasons complete for yet another year 
life reaffirmed and ready to face whatever is ahead

written 11/26/2013 by Shadow Hamilton
contest Impress me sponsor Giorgio
I went with epic motif


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Autumn Colors

The glistening yellow sun shines down upon the golden brown fields harvested today.
Our gardens are cleared of the red, green, yellow vegetables and our canning is underway.
As we look across the orchard the pickers are on the last of the apples to be picked and sold.
The rustic color of the leaves are beginning to furl and we remember that fall has been born again.
As the sun sets it looks as if a fire was set to the orange, yellow, brown, red and green leaves.
A light breeze sets in and we hear a rustle as the leaves drop lazily upon the once green grass, as we drift off to sleep.

Written for: Russell Sivey's "Autumn, Fall Colors Contest"
Written on: 08/16/2012 By: Carol Brown
2nd Place Winner


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Hunting for Spring

We’re so tired, of winter’s, snow and ice,
For too long, we have been, within our house, winter’s price.
Why won’t you come, to visit us, and sing?
Where we’ll be touched, by your sun, so heartily, beaming.
Oh where! Oh where! Are you, our sweet Spring?
We need you, so very longingly!

We saw you peak out, for just one day.
Then you quickly, and suddenly, ran so very far away.
So we did a Rain Dance, and danced in the cold.
Without your shinning brightness, all we got, was cold snow!
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
Why did you run, so very far, with your blessing!

We sought the Groundhog, that he ask you, to come back.
But he was burrowed, deep beneath, all the snow, and ice pack.
He wouldn’t open his door, as we knocked, true and hard.
He refused, to even come out, as he denied the pleas, of this bard!
Oh where! Oh where! Are you, our precious, sweet Spring?
We beseech thee, to please come back, to me!

The trees want to bloom; their sprouts are ready, to collect.
Our hearts are there beside them, under this winter, and it’s effects.
We’ll sit here, dreaming of the beauty, only you can affect.
We’re hopeful, can’t wait, but now at March’s mercy, and redirect.
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
Our hearts and souls want to be warmed by thee!

What? Dragon and I see you! We rejoice my friend!
Our hearts, like the trees, are beginning, to warm again.
The snow is leaving; all is greening, before our eyes.
We beg you, to please stay here, solidly, close by our side.
Oh where! Oh where! Did you go, our sweet Spring?
At last! It doesn’t matter! We have you back, and all that you bring!

Written for my good Friend Jack Ellison.


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Winter - Traditional Cinquain

So cold
The kiss of death
That downs the autumn leaves
To burn in crimson flames beneath
Her ice


~~~


FIRST PLACE: In Brian Strand's contest - High Fives


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Goodbye, Winter

"Goodbye, Winter" is a children's song, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques".

Goodbye, winter,
Goodbye, winter.
Hello, spring,
Hello, spring.
Tulips in my backyard,
Tulips in my backyard,
Are blossoming,
Are blossoming!

Bonus activity: Take children outside for recess on an early spring day and sing this 
song. Ask children how they know the seasons have changed and that spring has 
arrived. Is the air warmer? The grass greener? Are flowers blooming? Are butterflies 
flitting about?


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Mean Time

The nights are long, the weather drear,
An eastern wind blows cold and keen –
This is the mean time of the year.

The clock’s go back and winter’s here. 
Grey skies : the sun is seldom seen,
The nights are long, the weather drear.

Season of misty atmosphere,
Forgotten days that might have been.
This is the mean time of the year

When falling leaves will disappear
To leave a stark skeletal scene.
The nights are long, the weather drear.

The weeping willow sheds a tear
And silver birch looks lank and lean –
This is the mean time of the year.

Long icicles on roofs appear
Like gnashing teeth – a monster, mean.
The nights are long, the weather drear,
This is the mean time of the year.


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Neighborhood View

Unimaginable design begins, in such a quiet fashion.
Just a hint appears, shaded, quivering upon limbs.
Which spread quickly, Mother Nature’s chilling whims.
Delightful colors explode, over hillsides, with passion.
Delivering sweet, falling spectacles, spreading compassion,
Blanketing countryside with color before each one dims.
Spreading stories, beautifully creating, countryside hymns,
They fade, slightly ashen, to prepare a winter ration.

Autumn season has the ability, to slow time down.
Allowing hearts, that see, to enjoy everlasting hue,
Dropping their worries, taking away any frown.
What a glorious season, that bids warmth, adieu.
True cascades, bright and cheery as a carnival clown.
Just stop, look around your neighborhood, for this view.

written 08/19/2012


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Let us walk together

Let us walk together
to a garden of flowers
beneath a clear
blue sky of spring weather

we will when we get there my love
while away time
sitting under cool shades
of sinuously swaying trees
as we listen to the mellifluous
harm of nectar sucking bees

and the enchanting songs
of flower birds and watch
as butterflies of all glorious
colors grace the place

and when we are deeply satisfied	
I will pick for you the flower
most admired by bees,
flower birds and butterflies
                                                
and we shall walk back home 
dreaming of love 
which does not wither 
as time grows old
with a vivid picture
of a never aging flower garden 
painted on our minds  


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A Stormy Night

Lightning blazes across the sky,
Thunder rumbles in quick reply.
Gusty winds cause debris to fly,
While children cry, while children cry.

Torrential rains fall night to day.
Roads are flooded and washed away.
Nature's wrath causing much dismay,
While people pray, while people pray.

A rainbow arcs across the sky,
As stormy clouds go swiftly by.
The sun comes out the earth to dry.
Now comes a sigh, now comes a sigh.

2/24/13
For Rick Parise's contest: A New 8-12 line poem.

Click on About this Poem.


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Autumn's Harvest



harvest

in ancient woodland -

acorns fall


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Whispering Leaves

Autumn brings leaves in multifarious hues,
Time's flow quickly readies us for winter's blow.
Fun days on our patios will soon turn to blues,
As it takes its leisure neath a blanket of snow.

The Sycamores have shed like some molting dog,
And each Crape Myrtle is dressed a yellowish red.
The huge Hackberry resembles an old upright log,
Now, too soon our days may be filled with dread.

The Hibiscuses are a gathering of pithy stalks,
Where once dinner plate size red flowers hung.
Now no cars come, stop and give strange gawks,
But things will be normal once spring has sprung. 

Fallen leaves unmistakably are whispering to me,
Dancing at my feet they swirl along the ground.
As if they can't decide where they're supposed to be,
Each movement choreographed to whispering sound.










































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In Spring

Driving home from work, I watch the darkening sky and the trees along the streets bending in the wind. Big drops of rain begin to splatter against my windshield until suddenly, my entire car is being bombarded. As the moaning wind picks up, the downpour increases and I adjust my windshield wipers accordingly. Nearing my neighborhood, I glimpse a foretoken of spring.

behind their mother
young quail scurry in a row. . . 
March winds scatter rain

Soon I am pulling into my driveway, wondering vaguely where the baby quail were bound for and relieved to be escaping the onslaught of cold wind-tossed rain. My spirit has been lifted by the sighting of the quail family, for I know better days are ahead. . . 

A few weeks pass, and I find myself becoming excited as I always do after April has arrived. I begin noticing the various plants and trees of my small city, in particular, the burgeoning buds of my own front yard  pear tree, and then at last it happens; I awake one fine morning to my favorite augur of the season:

outside my window
myriads of white blossoms. . . 
the trill of birds


For the Spring Haibun Poetry Contest of Debbie Guzzi


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Changing seasons

Take a walk towards an autumn day,

stray past summers end into a fallen

red yellow and orange blend. Although

it seems we are heading into seasons

of wither, the beauty of every season is

at work. Open up let Mother nature in,

she can do truly amazing things. Realise

even winters chill can be special and

brilliant. Like softly falling snowflakes

dusting over the whole place, far and near

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.






































































appeared.

what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.









what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.








what a truly wonderful time of year. A

magnificent pure white landscape has

appeared.


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Come Spring

Pods appear upon the sprigs of green reaching skyward 
covered in early morning dew.
Soft yellow petals open and fold down forming a blanket 
upon which the trumpet center will rest.
The sun shining down on the daffodils give a feeling of 
daintiness to the flowers.
One of the most beautiful flowers seen swaying in the 
spring breeze.

A sign that spring is indeed bursting at the seams to be 
born again.
As the spring season arrives and Easter approaches the 
daffodils will be in full bloom.
The trumpets reaching to the sky in a wonderful display 
of beautiful colors.
Again year after year these precious flowers return to us
once more to admire.

Entry for "Ten Minutes Tops" contest of P.D.
Written by Carol Brown
10th Place Winner


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Blow Bitter Wind

Before we were ready
Last days of summer came.
October blew in
With an abundance of rain.
Biting cold wind
Instead of warm sun
Told us Autumn was here,
Too soon it's begun.
Early mornings, now dark,
Remind us winter is nigh.
Wind blows and blows
In the grey clouded sky.
November is next, blustery and bold.
December will follow, bitter and cold.


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snowflakes fall

snowflakes fall
cold ground lays a foundation...
wonderland of beauty
Any Poem Goes contest... For P.D. 6th Place Winner


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A false Questionku

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                                       <>         
Autumn leave's leaves                 <>   --   <>    <> you                   
Leave the ranch in gold:            <>                               see
Are branches in their sleeves?                                            them
                                  And       /             <>                         sway,
          ---------              real-   /                                                  <>
         (           )              ly      /                            <>                   <>
         ----------            grow-  /                                                  
                                   ing      /                                  <>            golden
                                   old?      /                                                         
See,  the  b r a n c h   in   autumn                                                    to
                !                                 !                                   <>           the
                Slips   in   a u t u m n   sleeves;                                      ground:
                                   !                         !                                          
                                   And the r a n c h all golden                       dyeing
                                                 !                        !                 <>   their
                                                 Sleeps on golden leaves               little
                                                                                      <><>    death?
                  



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Rhapsody of Fall, October

O Onto peaks the setting sun has splashed its brilliant red.
C Clouds cavort in skies cerise as geese soar overhead.
T Trees along the mountains’ ridges, trembling in the breeze,
O Ostensibly flaunt leaves bright scarlet, tangerine and gold.
B Beautific and bedazzling, and the mundane now flees.
E Eventide’s evtravaganza, such bliss to behold -
R Rhapsody of fall, October has me in its hold.

Inspired by Carol Brown's Contest:
"Fall Is Around the Corner"


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Fall

Oversized sweaters
Perfect for this weather
Leaves falling from trees
Hair waving in the breeze
Cheering at football games
Bonfires with there dancing flames
Stepping on the frozen, cold, hard ground
The wind is the only sound
Stepping inside after being in the cold
Eating fall’s harvest can never get old
So much rain
It's just hard to explain
My love for fall


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Snail's Simple Pace

The caramel leaves seem to fall from sky
In waves, as zephyr sings through chimes and eaves
Its song that whispers a fall lullaby
As a gentle rustling wind through autumn leaves

September a time to slow down, be still
Slowly now we have less light_ more dark
A drawing to home and hearth seems our will
Beckoning to fill with bounty our hearts

Caramel sauce for those crisp apples near
The heat of summer is in distant past
None of that snow of winter yet to fear
Watering chores of summer now are past

All things for coming winter out in place
Now one can slow to a snail's simple pace


In honor of Brian Strand's contest...

*Note
Click on"About That Poem"


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Milk and Cereal

Crispy leaves sipping Autumn's pour

car roofs collect and bathe in snow

milk and cereal for breakfast.


For Carol Brown's 'Whats the buzz' contest


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

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


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Haiku 001

eyes wide open
flowers sway in the the breeze
allergies abound
Received: Honorable Mention Brain Strand's "Eight Or Less"contest 04/2012


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Redbuck's Kingdom

Three Popple logs still lie where they fell,
a log triangle; an overgrown dell.
One newly fallen and two not so new,
dissolving repose; beginning anew.
A leaf carpet, yellow, oranges and brown,
soften the lines between logs and the ground.
On white paper bark the sentences close
with woodpecker periods; bark bettle prose.

A Kingdom there lies in this triangled wall,
large for its occupant, really quite small.
The master lords over it all from inside 
the soft hollow log; the northern most side.
A watch tower sapling, leaf bare in fall,
helps him stand guard on the barrior wall.
From height his shrill challenge, flickings of tail,
will threaten intruders, Chipmunks and Quail.

Busily covering food with the leaves 
the cold winter wind just stripped from the trees.
Whatever resource the earth will provide
leaving nothing to chance, nothing untried.
Linage of mother and father infinite
protects the master, his spouse, his birthright.
Efforts required are efforts extended,
as long as the dell remains as intended.

His kingdom survives; the lay of the land
doesn't agree with the planning of man.
It's not very handy, not very dry;
tree limbs and brambles compete for the sky. 
In man's absense the Kingdom's protected
by the miniscule master, pampered and tended.
Left to his care log border to border,
keeping with nature's natural order.

Cold urgent air of the fall is alive;
the scurry of creatures; will to survive.
Livings and dieings unknown to the whole,
lessons unlearned and existance untold.
The Kingdom of Red Buck so far this year
has passed with concern, some effort, some fear.
Blessed by not knowing the threat to his clan,
he can't know the depth of the greed that is man.



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Sentimental You

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














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Flowers Fading Fast

A rose is a rose.
A lily is a lily.
Flowers fading fast
beneath the sweltering sun
on a blazing Summer day.


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On this October Day

I sit in my garden gazing at the trees.
Leaves of gold, red, amber and orange fills the sky.
Some spinning downward, falling multidirectional.
A warm glow carpets the still green grass of fall.

The tree trunks look so much darker
Against the intense vibrant colored leaves. 
The backlight of sun rays illuminates them,
Giving them an almost translucency.
It reminds me of stained glass against sky blue.
It seems like an energy is infused within these leaves,
Setting them afire on this October day.
A wondrous contentment it brings me.
Nature is certainly at her healing best today.


Details | Acrostic | |

A Lone Leaf Falls

A lone leaf falls
Lifted by the breeze
On it's lonely journey
Nearing it's bed 'neath the trees.
Early Autumn's upon us,
Leaves are changing 'fore our eyes.
Each one, in turn, will fall
and 'neath the tree will lie.
Falling leaves are the start.
Frost will next be here
And summer's warmth forgotten,
Left behind for another year.
Leaves of red and gold everywhere
Say Autumn's definitely in the air.


Details | Free verse | |

Womb Of A Bird

...and how lovely 
to sleep in the womb 
of a bird

that caresses 
silk like skin 
and sense

all things 
around
are being taken care of

as sugar coated thoughts 
begin to traverse
the twilight sky

of a summer night 
when misty mist comes, sounding
on your jovial, pink lips 
   


Details | Free verse | |

Softly...gently

      softly …gently
             showering blossom
                     mimicking
                  languidly
                        falling
                     snow
                        falling
                  languidly
                         mimicking
         blossom showering
                          gently…softly


Details | Alliteration | |

Winter

shake salt slow so she see's slick snow


Details | Rhyme | |

Luna's Light - Constanza

A cobalt sky with stars so bright 
    Like dancing diamonds in array 
    Scattered across the Milky Way. 

And Luna with her silver light 
    Caresses every hill and tree 
    and sprinkles lights across the sea. 

Engaged with clouds in misted sight. . . 
    As she shares her equinox sky, 
    enchanted clouds soon drift on by 

Spreading shadows with glowing light. 
    A couple strolls nearby the sea; 
    lovers in silent reverie. 

A peaceful calm is here tonight
    A floral scent so sweet and fair 
    denotes that spring is in the air, 

And all is good, and all is right. 
    With grateful hearts they share their love . . .
    while gazing at the stars above. 

A cobalt sky with stars so bright 
And Luna with her silver light 
Engaged with clouds in misted sight . . .
Spreading shadows with glowing light. 
A peaceful calm is here tonight
And all is good, and all is right. 

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

Dear Soup Members, I feel so honored that Andrea Dietrich is
using my 'Constanza' poetry form for her contest and I can't wait
to read the entries. I thought I woud post another example of a
Constanza I wrote  for your reference. Mahalo, Connie


Details | Haiku | |

Spring and Nature

slurping the nectar
of blooms so beautiful the...
hummingbirds nourish


Details | Haiku | |

spring garden


spring garden
butterflies play
with the blooms


Details | I do not know? | |

Heaven's Branches

My childhood elm of outgrowth stout
Nourished His formative buds about
While holding me during youthful sprout
Yet far I fell from Him.

For thoughtless Time forgives forgot
He waited for his puerile tot
My seasons passed far from his plot
And further I fell from Him.

Upon my adolescent spark
He let me stab his bleeding bark
With foolish whim, a lover’s mark
Still further I fell from Him. 

While seasons passed with nature’s grace
And changed the lines upon my face
He kept my sacred vernal place
Still further I fell from Him.

Soon I was met with fortune’s snide
And chilling winter did preside
His thickened limbs He did provide
Still further I fell from Him.

When life bestowed my last defeat
For years of folly and conceit
My eyes beheld His sad retreat
How far I fell from Him!

That tree that held my girlish jump
And greenery once rich and plump
Was now a sickly blackened stump
How far I fell from Him!

I wept upon His tattered rings
For all the comfort He did bring
Throughout my vain and endless sting
I'd not ascend to Him!

Somehow He felt my tears abreast
And cleansed the faults I had possessed
He offered me His stump for rest
I did ascend to Him.


Details | Rictameter | |

Autumn

                                                                Autumn's
                                                          changing palette
                                                 paints the landscape in hues
                                            of vibrant scarlet, bronze and gold,
                                        as nature puts off Summer's green attire
                                                    in preparation for Winter's 
                                                      chilly cloak of drab gray.
                                                           Lovely season,
                                                                 Autumn


10/14/13


Details | Personification | |

WICKED BREATH personification

                    WICKED BREATH OF THE WIND

                    

Oh wild North Wind, the wicked breath of Winter’s being
You, whose unseen soul scrapes raggedy branches bare
Are driven, like madness blindly from the darkness fleeing

You, who harvest each grey glimpse from sea and sky--
Frighten even stalwart men to hide away in fiery warmth
While you grimly taunt faint-hearted souls to die

Fragile seeds hidden by fairies stay safe and cold and low
Like compact bodies small within their quiet catacombs
Until seductive Spring sends her sweetest winds to blow

and Love madness calms Winter , their passion rouses the dreaming earth 
Voyeur sunbeams with Spring's laughter wake the seeds to tingle 
And thus enticing sister Summer's greens as hills give painless birth

        Wild winds, brave cousins all, you spin our life 
        And are the witnesses of both our joy and strife


Victoria Anderson-Throop
2012


Details | Personification | |

A Winter's night observed

A Winter’s night observed    by: Steven Hudson


Tranquility mounts in the silence of the moment,
Snow glistens from the branches of a full moonlight
Contrasting darkness’s shadowy backdrop,
A gentle calm breeze permeates the air,
Stillness, listening, as this wonderland envelops you
For a season an instant another land transports you
Apparent breath exhaled, a machine fearfully and wonderfully made
In wilderness, frozen and wild that is fearfully and wonderfully made
Green boughs heavy in blankets of snowy white
Black branches barren and void, form lines, into the starry night
Crystals flutter, sparkle and swirl on lumined plains spread out beneath,
On A winter’s night observed, a winter’s night of peace.


Details | Free verse | |

The metamorphosis of change

The thunder makes way for 
the lightning
As does the caterpillar make way
For the Butterfly
So too do I make way for 
The changes of 
Christ in me

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012




Details | Haiku | |

Blossom {Haiku / Tanka / Haiku }

<                                      red ~ gold ~ brown ~ and .... green
                                        rustic ~ over - tures .... whistlers 
                                        harvest .......  happiness


                                        the ~ winds ~ mighty ..... gale
                                        speaks ~ to ~ enchanted .... forest
                                        time ~ to ~ turn ~ new ...... leaf
                                        for ~ autumn ~ has ~ once .... returned
                                        and ~ you ~ must ~ all ~ come ~ on ..... down


                                       braided ~ and ..... despaired
                                       yet ~ forges ~ on ~ right ..... ahead
                                       fall ~ colours .....  blossom



Entry For Linda Marie's
Harvest Of Happiness
Haiku/Tanka/Haiku - Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

Summer 2010

Heat days arrive with cloudless skies.
A sultry haze hangs evoking earthquake tales.

Sticky twilight mauve moves
another day, another month
another year passing
as sporadic fireworks explode
weeks before the celebration
of another date.

Dog dead days
bestir record keepers
to pronounce and announce
what few brain cells
have already registered ...
it is hotter than hot.


Details | Tanka | |

It's Winter

Frozen lake-water, Damp eyelids,misty breath, Foggy-streets' dim lights, Silvery-green valleys, Leafless trees,concrete boughs.
written on: 7-11-2013


Details | Classicism | |

Flight of Fall

As I lay one sullen autumn morn
on pearl dew turf with the day unborn
staring at the grey grimacing sky
with the mood and moment not quite high
sepulchral static wherever I looked
when my dreary dizzy gaze was hooked
at a lone leaf's death-descent down
to join its wilted kin on ground
then a sudden silent slithering breeze
deprived me of my warmth and ease
and the disturbed withered shroud of Fall
hustled revived in a rustling brawl
hurled and curled in the fading mist
till the whispering winds chose to desist
but Nature lies dead once again
until the wind resumes,retrieves restrain
and I know this flight of life is brief
for I'm none other than a fallen leaf.


Details | Blank verse | |

Gentle Ripples Passing - Lake Kariba

Water lapping at edge of the boat beneath the silence of the sky
Swaying branches of mopane trees and fish eagles cry
Wind of changing seasons and melting palates of hue
in the blood red sunset glow and murky silvery water blue

Elephants in numbers dot the shores
hippo’s and crocodiles are at the core 
of many memories and visions of old 
Lake Kariba, in land sea 
full of tiger fish and bream

The endless blue that roles into the distance
where the sun rises and falls in panoramic vista
The skeletons of petrified monuments scattered in the sea
forests of pre historic trees swaying in the breeze

It wasn’t always peaceful, tranquil, and still
nature has no chance to relax and withdraw
Scheming and dreaming in the depths of men’s mind

Up Up Up goes the building and climbs
Man made dam, Damn big problem
How could this feet of engineering the power of ages old be so easy
to tame such a wild beast as the zambezi

POURING OUT THE CONCERT 
RAMMING THE RODS OF STEEL
DRIVING THE WATER BACK INTO THE HILLS 

HOWEVER, THE RIVER REFUSED TO YEILD
THE WALL BEGAN TO TIP, BUCKLE, AND KEEL
NOT ONCE, TWICE, WATER MARCHED THROUGH
LIKE A FACELESS WARRIORS, DESTROYING THE BARRIER 
THE FORCE OF THE RIVER WOULD NOT BE SUBDUED 

LIKE ALL NATURAL EVENTS, THE WAVES BEGAN TO SUBSIDE 
THE SOLDIERS OF BLUE WITHDREW
UP WENT THE WALL, COMPLETED, IT WAS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME

Animals and people lost in the rising tide
from river, to dam, to lake to inland sea
Great and panoramic became the horizon wide

Like a whisper on the edge of wind 
was a grand concert of ages gone by 
Played out by wildlife, land, water, and sky

A harmonic existence of sublime serenity
Life here brings closure to one’s perspective
the sent of dust and adventure is quiet infective 

The place of the skeleton trees, mountain passes, and copper sun still
where the stars in the universe, scatterings like lost thoughts, visions, and chants chill
across the forging path, that strides through this african wilderness blue
Lake Kariba, the artery of the north, run straight, run true.


 


Details | Free verse | |

Motionless is Deceptive

The frost is in my toes, 
                                         riming the up tilted boulders,
and twinkling the night sky, 
                                                  like a cold breath blown
and whooshing clear off the plateau into the arms
of the universe. 
                              Ah, standing still is spinning
all axis in step to be motion free except the heated
breath of the stars condensing and exploding.
Just diamonds or dewdrops, 
                                                   a taste of eternity
swallowed. 
                     Analyzed. 
                                        Understood. 
                                                                 And gone.
Me scrunching down, counting the meter
until full exposure. 
                                  Listening for the mating cries
of crickets absent in the last dying down of autumn.
I hold onto my self, then. 
                                               Great big hug and release.
Fall into the tumble of earth churned rock.
                                                                             No one
but me
                   to see  the castaway burning through
to my side. Call them meteorite, spore, seed planted
for tomorrow traveling the empty spaces of time
wondering when, how, where the tick tick tick
of radiation
                      changes our bodies and our minds.
To be melted down, patted onto others, cataclysmic
blown and find a way to solidify, decorate
                                                                             and blaze.


Details | Rhyme | |

A LANDSCAPE COVERED IN WHITE

If hadn't been for the chill
which made me peak outside,
I could have missed out on the thrill
of seeing a landscape covered in white.


Far beyond the virgin, silent forest
of firs, oaks, spruces and maples...
grotesque pine trees stand at the entrance 
as snowflakes weave a soft blanket.


Unhappy bluebirds find no melodies...
as they did in the previous seasons;
even flying is very risky, if not boring, as they land on icy logs,    
and instead of doing many miles, they limit themselves to yards.


At high noon, sunlight doesn't bring relief to trees that easily break
as their very heavy branches drip from the thick snow which freezes
like teardrops, instantly turning them into sharp, glistening icicles...
ah, winter's surliness may seem unpleasant staring at an icy lake!


It's warm and cozy being protected by four walls of sturdy bricks,
sipping hot chocolate and watching those, thick shards of ice 
suddenly crumple, making the soaked squirrels scram in surprise...
o sweet serendipity, should I go to bed and miss out on winter's tricks? 
   


Details | Quintain (English) | |

SPRING VIEWING

...The rhythm of cobblestone in Spring
Pressed hard by memories of wheels...
As I lie down against a see-through wing
Life happens...On the other side it feels
A daring thrust of Snowdrop flowers through the chills

The heavy gates squeak open...I sense birds chirping
As they move beaks and people's sunglasses cry
The priest is chanting while a couple is flirting
Pink buds welcome me reassuring their roots are not dry
There is so much clear blue I almost attempted to sigh...

I joke with Rain bombarding soil from the above
Like two teenagers who hate to wear school uniform
We tear the pain away releasing one single dove
My Dad in black drives back my classmates to the dorm
My Mom caresses me as freshly planted tree...her heart is torn...


For Francine's Contest (english quintain) A Spring Day

2/1/2012


Details | Limerick | |

Take Care Of Yourself

<                                 Once there were two monkeys in a tree
                                   Abandoned by their own family
                                   A hunting they did go
                                   Bananas they did tow
                                   For munching while watching the show glee


                                  Singing and dancing to happy tune
                                  Along came an hugh frigging monsoon
                                  Wiping out daily stock
                                  Grapes bananas what crock
                                  What's next grooming by pack of baboons



Entry For 
John Freemans 
Limericks Hilarious Contest
G.L. All


Details | Rhyme | |

Brown Dragon

Brown dragon
You boil and twist
As nothing can resist
The thrust of your mist

Leaping teeth of white
Wildly displays
The expanding power of your might
As you enforce your bite

Throbbing shadows of black
Reaching for air
Smothered under your giant back
Yielding to your attack

Gray granite makes up your scales
Sharp as the carpenter’s nails
Appearing to wiggle and flail
Wanting freedom, to no avail

Brown dragon
Retreat to your lair
Receding without a care
While your life water disappears from the air



By: Richard J. Long  
March-2011


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

NOTE: This poem is a humoruos stab at PMS from a mans point of view

I can see your blood boiling
through  the blades I once called eyes,
they were once beautiful  like jewels
now they hurt my deep insides.
cutting at my guts
and like a noose on my  lungs;
your words seek like bullets 
your mouth like sniper guns.
I’m hit with each inaccuracy…
Being killed by words untrue;
and you even got the nerve
to tell me what you think I do.
But let me get mad
and try to plead my case;
then suddenly the world
is a f--ked up place.
You got tears running down…
What the Hell did I do?
We were just sitting and laughing
I could swear that we were cool.
Oh God…
Oh no…;
I should have seen it… 
It’s Aunt Floe…,
This battle can’t be won or reasoned
I think its best I go.
Cause I hate Aunt Floe 
and she hate me too;
she sit and talk sh-t
about the gum I chew. 
The color of my shirt…,
She say my look is a stair;
She say my best has no worth
And she doesn’t stop there.
I didn’t change
I’ve been the same 
these 28 days,
 but now I’m f_ckin A__hole 
Aunt Floe gave me that name.  
She said get out my face 
This aint your home no more,
But I’m more puzzled by 
What was said before.
I love you 
With her glossy eyes 
I knew it was true, 
But horribly sly
You see these words
make me the fool.
The one that’s cruel
That a__hole dude,
That sparked the fuel
To this f__kin feud.
But I swear to God
I didn’t start this sh_t,
Why would I give up my love 
To live my life like in a pit.
 This is horrible sh_t 
Wasted days spent,
On nothing but the worst
I could be bathed in your sent. 
You could be laughing 
While I’m smiling
But Aunt Floe Won’t let this be,
And the only way to make this right
Is hold my tongue  a week.
And that ain’t gone happen 
I’m a person too,
Not soft
But I got feelins
and don’t know what  to do.
Now its been six days
Unbelievable  rage,
She locked herself 
In the room
I call it her cage.
I smell a sent in the air
It wasn’t there before,
Now lookin down the hall
I see an open door.
Is this a trap 
I’ll guess I’ll see,
If I fall for another
 You know that’s dumb ass me.
Curled in the bed 
I think I know that girl,
But where’s the hells Aunt Floe
The one that f__ked my world.
She packed up and gone
Didn’t even say good bye,
Just came wit gang of bullsh_t
And vanished in the sky.
Is that you my dear
Can you please come here,
Listen close and crystal clear…
I hate Aunt Floe
 Next time she here
Make sure I’m stocked
with weed and beer.
I love you punk.  ?


Details | Villanelle | |

Waiting for Spring

Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
It's resting under the clear star lit sky
Forever waiting until you return

As dawn hints red I can see with concern
Clouds gather on the Horizon, snow's nigh
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The morning sun peeps through, but fails to burn
Thin mist  from fields, so it's left just to lie
Forever waiting until you return

So patiently wait for seasons to turn
The sun's past its zenith, how time doth fly
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern

The young skylark waits for winters adjourn
To pass the time he  sings joy  from up high
Forever waiting until you return

Day's end is here but it's hard to discern
If the ice has melted much, but we try
Springtime lies hidden beneath frosted fern
Forever waiting until you return




Details | Haiku | |

morning dew


morning dew
the subtle sigh
of a rose


Details | Rhyme | |

WHEN NATURE RESOUNDS

God has graced Nature with beauty and utmost esteem.

A crown has rested upon her head all her life long.

In my youth, a flower bud made my eyes gleam;

Its radiant loveliness being praised by the birds’ song.

The vision of ripening fruit made my mouth lust,

Nestled graciously on a branch above the fences.

The melodic whisper of a gentle morning gust

Sounds like a symphony to music starved senses.

The golden warmth of an early morning sun

Brings to mind visions of  still unseen dreams

Of our hibernal daystar that lasts ‘til victory is won

And nature has harnessed her most fearful extremes.



God prepare me, I pray, for when nature resounds,

And she possesses the glory which is fully deserved.

The earth will be filled with birds’ melodious sounds,

When a feast of sweet songs my ears are served.

And let a shapely damsel in a floral patterned dress

Allow me a moment to relax my infinite necessities.

May the ripest sweetest fruit withstand my test,

And  all the rest avail their succulent identities.

Let my vision behold nature as she abounds

When her colorful blossoms give off radiant beams.

Might I be blessed by the Divine when Nature resounds

And reality becomes a field of never before seen dreams.





Details | Haiku | |

Fall foliage-

Fall foliage—
the colors are great
for economic growth


Details | Pastoral | |

THE CHANGE

Cascading hues 
Fall down from the mountain ledges
Quite beautiful
But suddenly
The rage of cold and distance is upon us
Seems never to end
'Tho come this morn I awoke
To the flavors and scents of new life
Mercy and grace 
Growing in the grasses
Weary faces uncreasing themselves
Brooks filled with trickling delight
Birds soaring heaven bound above
Lonely little trees
Extending their branches in embrace
Let us rejoice and breathe in deeply
'Til the fragrance becomes a part of us
Welcome,come quickly
Spring



By Deb Wilson


Details | Acrostic | |

Whirlwind of September

,                                                                                                                       


S _       September circles 'round us like the crisp, rustling leaves

  E_        Ending with a whirlwind of dwindling summer 

    P_       Painting a palette of bold, vibrant colors,

      T_       Tossing and turning with the wiles of her ways…

        E_       Evenings arrive with a whisper of chill

          M_       Mist in the mornings, and rust on the hill

            B_       Bluer the skies, and shorter the days

              E_       Echoes of school bells are calling to say,

                R_       Rich is the bounty, of autumn’s display….



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

In honor of Carol Brown's Contest: "Fall Is Around the Corner" (September)


Details | Haiku | |

Egads! Winter wind--

Egads! Winter wind-- 
drumming up my olive trees,
with lethargic notes



Details | Haiku | |

From Antarctica

a glacial lake
reflecting snow- capped mountains...
mirror image

dripping water
suddenly frozen...
ice sculptures

two penguins
waddling through snow...
happy family
 
antarctica
inside my bed room...
animal planet




© kash poet
====================

Placement: 3rd; (Dec.2011)

Contest:Pictures of Winter

Sponsor:john freeman





Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Desire

Oh Winter, I'll surely miss thee.

You're beautiful to see
Your crystal clear days
With your soft sunny rays
That silently warms the trees,

Oh Winter, your sight humbles me.

I hear you cry at night
Through the trees and hills
And through the window seals
Pleading for a lover's plight,

Oh Winter, you sound such a fright.

I love your quick embrace
When I walk outside
You cannot be denied
A sharp kiss upon my face,

Oh Winter, you're so full of grace.

I feel your hands clawing
Through the holes and cracks
Of this lonely old shack
Your desire sharply gnawing,

Oh Winter, till the spring thawing.

Your burden is too great
I cannot keep you
I haven't the warmth to
So then here I shall await,

Oh Winter, till next fall abates.


                             Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Free verse | |

Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls, smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless with the lullaby of love. Blossom-pastel hues sparkled with crystals of dew; glimmering prisms of diamond-cut light, in the month of showers and flowering bowers. Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil like gemstones tumbled beneath the flower of the sun. Sweet peas twined a bright trellis of light; clinging like a baby's fist, curling around sunbeams, climbing a golden ladder of sunlight. Crystalline morning softly stroked your face: a sleeping jewel, gently polished by the early light of a late April sunrise.
dedicated to my little 'sweet pea' Jake, born 28th April 2009 Charlotte Puddifoot Motif: Nature


Details | Couplet | |

WINTER'S BLANKET


Winter is the last and the coolest season of the year
Where people love to play with snow everywhere

Wearing jackets, mittens, socks, and boots
Walking on winter’s blanket on the roads

Love to see the snowflakes cascading from the sky
Like tiny bits of diamond that caress my face so dry

Feels good to watch the snow and its beauty
Showing elegance that I close my eyes peacefully

Relax, feel the world full of whiteness on the ground
Breathtaking scenery that happiness I finally found



November 18, 2012
For SKAT's "Rhyming Poem" Contest
5th Place Winner



Details | Haiku | |

Sunet Strip

<                                  well isn't that swell
                                lost another cool surfboard ...
                                      holy sharks galore



                                        beyond horizon
                                 the sun bids day well ado ...
                                       happy trails to you



                                       top of old smokey
                                  cumulus congestive skies ...
                                    coughing up a storm



                                        excursion riding
                                  using buoyant enforcement ...
                                      to capture the sun



                                       yacht and small vessel
                                  endlessly floats rippled lake ...
                                       feeling abandoned                                   
                                                            


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn leaves

november gale force 
cold air all over the place 
naked trees message

paths in front of me
tapestries of whirling leaves 
carpets of small twigs 

everything blown off
premature delivering
a wintery blues 

©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012 


Details | Haiku | |

Summer

symphony of crickets
performs for the night
hunter stalks it’s prey


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

quaternity

so far the days of singing rays
have come to meet their sullen end
twixt nights of joy with hidden ploy
a sweetly tone, they do offend

O gasp! the serpent true must strike
O gasp! the lustful raging psych
whose cares are lost forever long
roaring out, O hear my song!

now mute...peace...whist...still
ideas soon drain, decisions fill
a mind at pace with thoughts that spill
float soundlessly thy solstice chill

the misty seep, foreboding reap
emotions run amok like thieves
for darkly cast, a favored past
along is lain misguided leaves

-Sam Robinson

 Iambic Tetrameter


Details | Sonnet | |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

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

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



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


Details | Kyrielle | |

Ringing In The New Year

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


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



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



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



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




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


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Mourning Over The Locust Plaque

Some sounds like the noise of bees
Hovering around the atmosphere
Or like rain drops on our roof tops,
I opened my round window
The window of my hut,
I wanted to know
Why my sleep won't mellow,
All i saw was sorrow
As the atmosphere turned green.
The cassava farm was over shadowed
Banana plantation feebled,
Apple orchard struggled
Yet their efforts stifled,
Lemon grass for mama's herb withered,
Rose flower shattered and our 
Groundnut farm tattered.
Suddenly,the green army fled,
Tears exuded from my eyes
As i sputtered in pain,
Mother filled with melancholy,
Father tore his heart in grief
Villagers hope captured and crippled,
So their travail displayed as
Everyone mourned over 
The locust plaque.....



BY: CHARLES MELODY (LIGHTNING INK).   


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spring uprising

winter leaving
smells of spring uprising --
exuberant


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Summer in the Country

Berries on a vine
in bright sunshine.
Gravel on a road.
A fat green toad
glistens in the light,
waits for cool of night,
croaks one flat note
only frogs could quote.


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I'm Falling For You

<                             Signs of the time
                               Enriched vibrant colors 
                               Painted on minds eye canvass
                               To inscribe it's beauty to another
                               Eventually leaving one in awe
                               Marching in it's parade of showings
                               Begining to end
                               Each and every year
                               Requesting for it's safe return


Entry For Carol Brown's 
Fall Is Around The Corner Contest
I Chose September
G.L. All


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not a feather stirs

not a feather stirs
on doves watching
hawks fly past....
yet snow drops from
pines









October 30th, 2011
All Rights Reserved


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A Spanish Autumn

To the rhythm of Spanish castanets 
The tempestuous autumn wind
beat the mosaic of colorful leaves
into a twirling, swirling flamenco dance




©  Brenda V Northeast  rewrite- 24th 2012  - 26/05/08





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The Morning Woke Up


The morning woke up
To flirt with the moon
The sun didn't shine
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To hear the songs of sparrows
The flowers didn't sing
Because they were shy

The morning woke up
To breathe the breeze of sea
The boat didn't sail
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To hug the clouds
The rain didn't fall
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To tell the novel
The story didn't began
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To gather the hearts
The feelings didn't complete
Because they were shy

The morning woke up
To rescue the childhood
The children didn't play
Because they were shy

The morning woke up
To lend a helping hand
The world didn't complain
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To challenge the homeless
The world didn't wake up
Because it was shy

The morning woke up
To read the poem
The poet didn't write
Because he was shy...


Details | Monoku | |

Monoku

Monoku

gnarled limbs inside a full moon - frost bit

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

For Debbie Guzzi’s "Singled Out Contest"


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My hand holds your hand

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


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Frosted Embers

Winter rides On the weathered Wings of the wind Through a heavy sky Where violet hues are Pinned. Wispy Clouds flow like Angel Hair in graceful curls Winter's frosted embers Adorn the earth like millions Of priceless pearls. A Cleansing renewal transpires From the harshness of winter air Divine growth emerges from a land That is hushed in graceful prayer. Beautiful Wisdom radiates from Inside this wonderland of pristine light As a kaleidoscope of color emanates From this heavenly prism of white. Carole Cookie Arnold 01/02/2010


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October

Crackling leaf carpets,
Static chill touches the neck,
Autumn, bids farewell.


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Bao - Yu

<                                         Bao - Yu
                                        precious jade
                                    your angelic font 
                                  cast mirrored images
                                      off stilled pond


                                  orchids in woven hair
                                  garments of satin and lace
                                  you lying in fetal position
                                  upon granite's stone
                                  tell me heavenly Goddess


                                  Why Do You Look So Sad  ?




Written By Katherine Stella

For Rambling Poet's
Reflection Contest 

G.L. ALL

Name Of This Poem 
Is Entitled
Bao -Yu


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I See Beauty - I Feel Love










~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A woodland path in dappled sun
hushed and quiet
so kind and full of promise
she leads me on 
through boughs of inspiration
where dancing sunlight
touch delicate my soul 
and lofty birds
sing in a private sanctuary
only for me

How grateful I am
for the hand of God
has gently
shown heavenly melody
with each gracious stroke 
drifting in waters pure and free 
a gift of proverb
bring silent understanding

I breath each moment in
with deep and grateful breath
for in this slight moment of life
completion I have found

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
First Two Lines Written By : A Rambling Poet ~ Constance La France
Contest ~ A Woodland Path
Poet ~ Rick Parise
June-9-2011


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AUTUMNAL CHARM




chill arrives
twirling like white spine,
with each puff
stringed leaves coil
on embroidered trellises--
trimmed by russet tips

while moon hides,
gale spills fragrant mint
and bright dew,
touching skin
of buds charmed ,as autumn wind
encircles a dance

through waft's chimes
petals tip ballet
down wet lanes,
flaunting  hues
dyed in fall’s velvet doilies--
casting season's spell!


* new form:shadorma---3-5-3-3-7-5

For Russel Sivey's Up the Autumn Air
by nette onclaud
22 oct 12



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Awe Man

<                                 life's bare essentials
                                   can become some great assets
                                   in dires time need

                                  predator or prey
                                  endangerment of species
                                  remains that of man 




Entry For John Freeman's 
Haiku/Senryu 
Natural And Beyond Contest 
G.L. All                               


Details | Tanka | |

May Fresh

rainy days in May
flowers  bloom and scents the air
mixture of colors 
carpeted the wider fields
green mountains and hills are laid




Written:
Oct. 11, 2012



Fifth Place Winner
Contest: Single Tanka
Judged: 10/11/2012      12:00:00 AM
Poet Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan


Fourth Place Winner
Contest: Tanka (Season) 
Judged: 10/23/2012
Poet Sponsor: Nathan -  -D


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Afterglow


a budding dogwood
bows in profound spring rain --
pink-dew afterglow 


Details | Haiku | |

Spring's Natural Beauty

green sprig with new bud
bud opens, bears bright color...
beautiful red rose
A Spring ~tease Poem for P.D. 2nd Place Winner


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Winter's Blanket

Virgin snow forms a blanket of shimmery white.
Pine tree boughs are weighted down this night.
Not a creature stirred.
Not a sound heard.
A feeling as If I were standing within a snow globe.
A magical story to unfold.
Silvery snow falling upon my face,
Sticking to my eyelashes, creating white lace.
Crystal tear drops forming upon my cheeks,
Giving me a look of mystique.
Street lights disperses snowflakes in a whimsical dance.
Making my nighttime surroundings a fairytale-like sense.
As if a child has shaken the snow globe to see,
Falling snow crystals shimmering silvery white onto me.
Tiny miracles of light,
Fluttering, dancing earthward creating a magical sight.


By Connie Gildersleeve







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Your History

<                                 symbolic icon
                           abrupts captivating flight
                                    honoring fallen
                       amidst lined tombstone's marker
                             at historic Fort Snelling



Written By
Katherine Stella  8/8/11

Entry For Carolyn Devonshire's
Bald Eagle In Cemetery Contest
G.L. All


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Nature's Gift

Nature's Gift



High above the mighty and tall oaks,
 the clouds often dance all day
The sun hides above Nature's cloak
 as mere mortals work and play

Down below a forest deep in snow
 wild critters scurry in frenzy need
Gathering food with offspring in tow
 first warm day to play and feed

Soon comes a pouring cold , hard rain
 fruits from the dancing clouds above
Nature does it's duty timely yet again
 as the world yields it's beauty and love!

Robert L.  05-17-2014


Pouring , hard rain here today. 
As I ponder the peacefulness of my favorite spot in the 
deep woods and the critters I no longer seek to slay!


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Winter

sun hides in dark clouds
wind brings chills right to the bones...
icy branches hang


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Halloween Haiku

<                                      amidst swollen moon
                                 creatures of the night stalking .....
                                          predator's bounty



                                          be ~ witching ~ hour
                                     beastly  mannerism   gone
                                          totally but .... wild



                                          black cat crosses path
                                          another seven years of ........
                                          having such bad luck



                                              culdron pot boils
                               hearts ~ gizzards ~ livers ... bat's hair 
                                          witches stilled brewing
                                         
                                                                                


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crystal conifers - frosted firs

crystal conifers tinkle with icicles - winter's chandeliers ~~ frosted firs tinkle with icicles - cones fall
*the first version is the original; the second version was written adhering to the rules of traditional haiku


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Autumn Leaves

When autumn leaves fall
    burst of colors red and gold
         drifting in the wind

    Leaves of gold and red
        wrinkled,burnt, kissed by the sun
             leaves a memory
        


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Shades of Fall

A path, blood red from dying leaves,
Journeys to a foreboding occult place
Yet, it seems to call out my name
And my curious soul needs to 
Wander amidst the tunnel of trees,
Become lost, lost in thought as well,
On a quest to conquer the wild, the
Unknown, to emerge victorious in
Making my way out of the tangled
Trees, and out of my tangled thoughts.
Ahead, I can see a foggy light.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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A Horse Of Course

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


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

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


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


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



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

                                     
                                            
                             


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DOWNPOUR IN THE YARD

DOWNPOUR IN THE YARD ‘’’ ‘’ ‘ ‘’’’’’’’’’ ‘ ‘ ‘’’ ‘ ‘ soaking in rainfall windblown flowers and plants stoop muted colors stray falling leaves now plastered flat… framing my yard with damp clay snipped are tall grasses rolling like faded, pale sheets my hands sigh with them till, a crack in the concrete… a newborn weed flourishes (c) tanka ------------------ For Brian Strand's Your Choice Once More Written by nette onclaud


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Bodega Bay

Whitecaps splash against
Charcoal colored rocks that
Lie in scattered clumps 
Hugging the summer shoreline,
Leaving white frothy foam 
That quickly disappears as
Steadfast rocks prepare for 
Their next embrace.
The ocean is calm today 
And my thoughts drift
Through azure skies 
To mingle with the clouds.

© Connie Marcum Wong


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Loves of a Summer Day

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

© June 7, 2011
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Form: Ottava Rima 

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


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End of Summer for sure - Version 2 - Hopeful

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by leaves fallen at season's end,
gathering the moisture,
ready to rest from summer's toil
in a quiet and peaceful
dormancy.


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At Last With Fall


What beauty comes at last with Fall
When golden hour is best of all -
Where Autumn’s light set trees aglow
With shimmering shades and bright yellow,
And where each backdrop’s reddish scene
Is sprinkled with some evergreen.

It seems to be a magic sign
When colors clash against the pine,
And temperatures begin to change
While verdant hillsides rearrange.

It’s when there’s splendor by a lake,
And when there’s piles of leaves to rake;
There’re pumpkin patches plain in view,
And frost that chills each morning dew. 

What beauty comes at last with Fall
When sunflowers grow up nice and tall,
And sway in fields where asters grow
With purple heads lined in a row -  
Where butterflies swim in the air,
And dance amongst the clover there.  

There’s wonder in a mountain scene
With quilt-like colors in between
The peaks, the ranges, and the sky 
Where downy cotton clouds drift by.

There’re crisp clean chills felt in each breeze
While gently fall the sun scorched leaves;
An amber tinge to morning’s haze, 
And maple leaves glow with a blaze. 

What beauty comes at last with Fall
As God repaints His earthen ball 
With touches made with red and gold?
It is a wonder to behold.
But though I’m no authority -
I know God did this all for me. 




Details | Crystalline | |

Autumn Alight

Autumn sprinkles cinnamon light spicing sky-dyed falls as leaves ignite.


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Minnesota Wild

<                                          Minnesota Wild

                                 Like its loon that cascades it's lakes


                                             Minnesota Wild

                                  Like it's black bear strong and fierce

                                            
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's deer and 12 point bucks

                                    
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's rivers and winding streams

                                              
                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's mighty timbers and pines


                                              Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's eagle that soars forever free


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                   Like it's pheasant and wild turkey

                                 
                                               Minnesota Wild

                                       Like it's great northern pike 


                                               Minnesota Wild

                                    My anthem and illuminated theme





Entry For
John Heck's
Encore Contest
G.L. All

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


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End of summer for sure - Version 1 - Sad

Looking out my window this 38 degree morning
I saw that:

The bushes are weighted down
with the moisture;
the droplets on the verge of
morphing into ice;
hunkering against the cold.

The weeds are dead and stiff
with the end of a dry season;
now wet, turned into intensely
deep shades of brown
and ochre.

The tall un-mown grasses
are matted down
by fallen leaves,
saddened by season's end
and wet with shiny tears.


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One Autumn Day



Amidst the scorching heat of the sun Everyone likes to feel its glowing colors all around Children tossed up and down those kaleidoscopic leaves As they giggle, roll on the ground and jig Leaves are like colorful petals and butterflies Huddling all in their salubrious place of plight One Autumn Day is truly a nature’s rhapsodic show in our sight
12 Sept.,2014 12.05am


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This View

High snowbanks surround
Slush puddles frozen on street
Seagull atop pole.











An Haiku from Your Window contest
Carol Fillmore


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Picture This!

In the Silence of the morn
my picture window does a splendid scene adorn.

Reflections of red, yellow, and gold
the suns jewel like glory does unfold.

Admiring rays shine toward the west
with accepting gratitude the trees do not protest.

Rolling hills grab the early light, which allows
fall’s magnificence to rise and take flight.

Feeling rich, as the richest King 
this wondrous display catapults my heart to sing.




Richard J. Long, October 2009


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Wind Song, With Birds

The wind
howled ice-cold, clear-sky
lullabies

and awoke the moon,
who gazed, heavy-lidded,
at the stars around her

Leaves and dust
danced sambas and pirouetted
along the desert's river,

who was shivering uncontrollably
while midnight birds
struggled to fly upstream

against the manic,
stinging, musical currents
of turbulence and wonder


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Ice Rains

Why I am thinking of my father
on the topic of white snows
perhaps because he seemed almost Hispanic
in his youth, tanned, dark hair and eyes
but whiteness shone the day
he came home early
worry caught my breath in chest
and only in the morning
did the firemen come, taking him away.

Such heart spasms, clench us all,
yet snow falls so softly, unexpected
and ice rains even less noticed
they drip, drip, coating the roads
and only when we step too fast
skews our vehicle, ends us in ditch
new babies without parents,
stitches in our heads. 
The drips spire down the icicles,

coat the roses as buds, never to open,
and yet, sometimes, I wish to be inside
tasting the ice cold water like fire
turning blue to the ends of my limbs
in sleepiness, and setting ablaze 
my very soul, like a light, shine out as call
here, with me, all the memories
a blanket of witness to eternity
dripping into us experience’s minerals.

Who could do magic with a wand
headed with all of life’s power to hold?
Who could accept magic in waves
like the falling of snow, or wonder
that we escaped from death,
that we saw roses, saw the spirals
climb down from the sky as raindrops
and drip, drip, into our thoughts
all that began as white and ended.


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September

Sunshine, still bright and warm by day,
Evenings are so much cooler now.
Pretty soon winter will be on its way,
Too soon Summer takes her final bow.
Easily Summer slips into Fall,
Maple trees turn to colourful hues.
Beautiful oranges and reds and yellows
Entice photographers with their views.
Rightly, for its beauty, September I'd choose.





entered in Carol Brown's "Fall Is Around
The Corner" acrostic contest


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branches bare of leaves



branches bare of leaves but persimmons still cling tight... jay calls in delight
seasonal word...persimmon For the Strict Haiku contest... Barbara Gorelick


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northern lights rehearse

northern lights rehearse

hibernating bear blinks, yawns...

     first cold blanket sown



Details | Tanka | |

More Beautiful

Bullfrogs greeted dusk.
Evening clouds cooled the heat waves.
Gathering for night,
Zebra longwings butterflies,
Rested near a moonlit pond.

Gardenia fragrance
Permeated summer air
Contradicting lantana.
Butterflies fluttered.
Drinking their nectar of choice.

Love was also there.
Drifting through eternal dreams.
Uplifting memories…us.
Forever with me.
Reflections upon my life,
Made more beautiful by you.

ã June 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  Lets Pass A Tanka Love Note 
Sponsor	^Rick Parise


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Thunderstruck Sunshine

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

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

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


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Zest of Limes

I live where
lime trees bloom
before spring has come,
where early unattended fruit
drop from the trees...
I gather some
in a silver metal bowl
and place them on a table.
These green and yellow limes
are round, redolent, with a clean
citrus flavor.  I squeeze one,
release its oils, and rub my hands
with wringing motions,
cover my nose to breathe
the fresh, clean scent --
and marvel, once again,
how such simplicity
can cheer me.


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Crisp Autumn Day

A September chill pierces the morning
cutting through my open window.
Sharp air nips past naked ankles
as Autumn nibbles into my day.

Wasps sift September with regret
buzzing the fading scent of roses.
Tart apples sweep mellow branches
savouring a wind sweetened rain.

Chestnut burrs bristle spiny green
pregnant with mahogany clusters.
Crumpled leaves huddle in garden corners
crunching crooked for warmth.

MMC © 2011


Details | Triolet | |

Autumn Leaves

The mighty Maples are rapidly shedding,
And soon all the trees will be bare.
The cool night breeze is not forgetting
The mighty Maples are rapidly shedding.
The lawn is covered with leaves of bedding.
The scent of Autumn fills the air.
The mighty Maples are rapidly shedding,
And soon all the trees will be bare.

Contest~Giorgio Veneto~"Triolet"


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Flying Colors

like wisps of rainbows                                                                                            spectrums are changing daily                                                                                          like the skies mood wings


Details | Couplet | |

Wispy Fluff

Heavy grey clouds have finally passed.
Spring is coming at last, at last.

Blue sky full of wispy fluff
Says to winter 'enough, enough'.

Fluffy white clouds in sky of blue.
This kind of day ... long overdue.

Enough of winter, enough of cold.
It's pristine beauty did quickly grow old.

Spring, oh Spring, is on it's way
As the fluffy clouds come out to play.


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Winter's Arrival

Pink Blush on the hill
Crisp and icy twenty one
Wood stove warms the bones


Details | Quatern | |

Symbolic Icon's Flight

<                          Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                            Arrow finds it's target's marking
                            blood curling like an volcano's erupt
                            world leader speaks vocal barking


                           Majestic crowns within a reach
                           symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           For there are still own young to teach
                           under feathered wings that are cupped


                           Flightless viewing ones been corrupt
                           captured essance of feathered friend
                           Symbolic icon's flight abrupts
                           tears traces remain in the end 


                          Those who reach new found milestones
                          keep soaring way on up and up
                          for now I stay chilled to the bone
                          symbolic icon's flight abrupts





Tribute To The Bald Eagle


Also Entry For
DR. Ram's 
Quatern Contest 
G.L. All


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Crape Myrtle Tree



Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm
Purple petals fall, a visual delight
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Delicate blooms, soaking up light
Flowering in splendor with unique charm
Crape Myrtle tree, a beautiful sight
Blooming in summer as days turn warm

Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains
Lush branches touch birds flying by
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Sunshine streams through clouds on high
Children seek shade in wind song refrain
Flourishing tree, reaching to sky
Summer sun sizzles, beauty remains

By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, March 15, 2012


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alive color waves

.
                                                 alive color waves
                                          gold red burgundy orange..
                                                shadows silhouette


Written for:
Contest:Very Strict Haiku
Sponsor: Charles Henderson


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter's Sight

I wake up one March morning to a world of wintry white
As winters tight grip and springs promise behold my site.
Green buds poking through white on flora that will be
purple, red and white to present a sweet aromatic smell 
like the snowflakes that spiraled in rhythm to nature’s chiming bell.


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Flower Moon

dawn bright sky full flower moon of may lunar rise
One of the Native American names for the full moon in May is the the "Flower Moon". If it is clear where you live May 5 is the night of the flower moon. Enjoy her beauty if you can.


Details | Quatrain | |

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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Oh! Humanity,

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


Details | Sonnet | |

Spring Hope

And now the weeping willow turns to green.
So brilliant red, the robin’s breast,
Just like the sun, now sinking in the West,
And down the lane more signs of spring are seen :

The spiky blackthorn blossom’s shining white –
It looks as if the hedgerow’s decked with snow.
Beneath, the peeping primrose seems to glow
With luminous and creamy lunar light.

Come hear the soaring skylark’s tuneful song
And listen to the jackdaw’s chimney chat.
See squabbling sparrows startled by the cat
As through the undergrowth he slinks along.

We mark these signs of Spring so early in the year,
But damage from late frosts may dash our hopes I fear.


Details | Ballad | |

LET FRIGID WINTER COME

Let frigid winter come,
it feels nice to be lonesome,
seeing myself snuggled up
in a comfort blanket holding a cup
of cocoa by this warm fireplace...
while the wanderer's frozen face
is dotted with the whitest snowflakes
as he rubs his red, freckled nose!


Isn't this an unforgettable moment
to delight me feeling the thrill
of the Season with its distinct chill?
Isn't this the magic of Christmas
when joy is felt in a calm land
by the sound of chiming bells?


Let frigid winter come and cover everything in glistening, deep snow,
and 'though the evening will not have the moon's glow,
brightness can lead my footsteps really far...
shouldn't I play a Christmas song on this guitar?
I will go from house to house and knock on every door...
tingle everyone with great joy by spreading the message of the Savior! 


I'm very confident that going back home
stars will gleam and children will roam:
singing, shouting, swirling and throwing heavy  snowballs;
happy angels will be heard on gelid gulls,
but who minds waiting in the bitter cold... 
when a Divine Child comes down to redeem the sinful world?  



Entered in Carol Sunshine Brown's  contest,
" Fire And Ice "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/ 3/ 2012


Details | Light Poetry | |

Autumn Whispers


Autumn Whispers

It's almost September
A time to remember
The welcoming of Autumn calling my name
Such a welcoming game

Colors of the leaves bright yellow and red
The sounds of the wind dancing in my head
Crisp chill in the air...wind blowing freely thru my hair

I long to be with you this wonderful season
Falling in love with you was for a reason
Gazing into your eyes of blue
Remind me of the reasons why I fell in love with you

Walking hand in hand down that long mile
With you by my side makes me smile
Being with you all day long; in each others' arms where we belong

Autumn...
It's a reason for it to be in September
Because being with you forever 
Is a love to always remember


Details | Rhyme | |

The Sleeping Giant

<                 the sleeping giant once again has been awoke
                   to the sounds of great thunder and billows of smoke
                   what has happened his imperial's majesty's sleep
                   out from the depts of hell a great wavetrain has creeped


                   tainting soil where once land had been so enriched
                   brandishing homes businesses left them in a ditch
                   twisted metals dancing in swirls of stenching air
                   recovered bodies of beloved this is so unfair


                   across it's great mountain range somber is now heard
                   unity becomes one and not forgotten word
                   rebuild rebuild the sleeping giant request
                   let our people of japan return to their nest


                  for there will always's be another tomorrow
                  where earthquakes and tsunami's will bring such sorrow
                  for an sleeping giant all nestled in his bed
                  and his people dressed in five elements of thread





Tribute To Japan


Details | Free verse | |

A frosty morning delight

I awoke this morn to a beautiful bitterly cold wintery delight
Shrouded by nights darkness a Pogonip fog crept in to cast its magic spell
Wielded a wintery wand placing a frosty shawl upon all within my sight

Trees branches hung low encased in icy jewels as if an elegant crystal chandelier
While a spider web displaying a frosty garland glistens in the morning light
High above a flight of geese are strung across the sky as if some vocal bandolier

Pogonip did dazzled us with such visual delights but they are not meant to last all day
For a dusty sun has risen through this frosty morning haze
And later today this sun’s rays shining down will melt it all away


Details | Rhyme | |

Daydreams of Snow

As I’m pushed away by summer’s breeze
Flakes of white fall upon my brow
I wish for the earth beneath to freeze
To shield me from how days are now

These months have been so long and cruel
I’m ever so blind while the sun reigns
Therefore, I’ll dream of winter’s cool
To take away my summer pains


Details | Classicism | |

Autumn's Dream

Passion ran through their veins
They lived life with no gains

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Diamante | |

West is the best

California
Sunny, warm 
Swimming, boating, sunning
Sky, airplane, ocean, seashells
Skiing, sledding, snowball throwing
Cold, blistery
New York City


Details | Cinquain | |

Blossoms

Blossoms Upon branches Relieved from winter's frost Exclaim their joy in sweetest scents Love found. A spring In their step, hands Held together, he stops Plucks a bloom, place it in her hair, Hearts pound. Eyes locked He proposes She opens her arms, sobs And made their vows under the pink Blossoms. Cinquain suite © CarolineCécile - 03.31.12


Details | Quatern | |

Autumn's Breath

Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Trees and branches gently bowing
Leaves of red and yellow strowing
Over streets and gardens going

Leaves are turning, tumbling, showing
Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Orange and golden brightly glowing
Twirling, pausing, down they're flowing

Paths and fences overgrowing
Forest, field, and town o'erflowing
Autumn's breath is swiftly blowing
Vivid shades and colours snowing

Piles and stashes steady growing
Then a sudden gust upthrowing
Still the colours banks outflowing
Autumn's breath is swiftly flowing


Details | Tanka | |

Twilight

back-lit birch and pine
pierced with autumn's red and gold
tremble beneath clouds 
my broken heart weeps like rain
a lone loon calls revelry


Details | Free verse | |

A SEASON FOR CHANGE

When the final Autumn leaf spirals to the ground,
and a warm Chinook breeze is no longer found.
Bears retreat to their seasonal slumber,
as snowflakes approach in abundant numbers.
Mother Nature steps down from her post.
As old man Winter prepares as new host.
A starving North wind arrives in his horseless carriage,
preparing to join hearts with the Earth in marriage.
Thus for many eve's they shall bind in wedlock.
Till Spring rises from the shadows to create a new flock.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 07

wind blasts trees
naked as newborn birds...
snowflakes cascading
5th Place Winner Any New or Old Haiku Will Do Contest by Sidney~LeeAnn


Details | Haiku | |

Eye Of The Tiger

<                                              eye of the tiger
                                            mystical yet beautiful ...
                                            even through monsoon's




Written By 
Katherine Stella 10/30/11

Season Chosen Monsoon

Entry For Charles Henderson's
Very Strict Haiku G.L. All


Details | Sonnet | |

Winters Blanket

Within ashen sky, glistening falling flakes flow.
I hear them, whispering gently to and fro,
Not saying a word, they speak gently to me.
Telling me of beauty above, I’ll never see.
Each one a different wonder of life’s bliss,
Rendering, touching crystal clarity, not to miss,
Surrendering glory of nature, with snow,

Before my eyes, smothering green, glittering so
Lazily lying upon all, silvery frosty covers adrift,
Announcing another season, arriving now swift.
Now the sound of crunching, an allegory,
Kidnaping moment, amidst such glory,
Each day continuing, upon nightfall glisten,
True sensations, winters blanket disposition.


written by Cecil Hickman

date written 11-19-12


Details | Lanterne | |

Words of SILENCE On the Beach

A footstep so smooth;
A word so candid, yet strong:
A mind, so full of empathy,
came straight up to my heart:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The long pile of stories of life,
Unfolded, into your lap, with tears —
Some horrid, some slimy, but all true.
Solutions and steps were put forth:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

Moments of silence, in tears,
Emotions riding high,
Darkness so deep, fathomless;
Keyboard, whispers, brought hope. 
Life sprouts, naturally,
With light, and manure — right, 
Springing from words of wisdom:
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

A ray of light sprouted, as did life,
From within me; and my words
Grew wings of fire, and sprung
Right onto paper, as poems and news.
Alas, the thrill lasted not long —
Black venom of the fire of Satan
Swirled around me, eating me up: 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we still strangers?

The silence, construed as disregard,
The lag and the arguments;
Words of war, and then — SILENCE.
Search, search, search…
Life went off action; 
No sound, no light, no life. 
SILENCE, SILENCE, SILENCE. 
Knock, knock, knock, are we there?
Or, are we — after all — strangers?


Details | Couplet | |

Snow Storming Us

Sky greyed with sudden snow, cars slithered serpentine roads -
a screech-slide of tyres on obsidian ice. Traffic slowed;

indicators blinking against the driving white squall,
engines' hot oiled throats throttled to standstill.

Bitter winds whipped us raw; ice shrapnel's rip and tear
piercing our lungs. Snatching gasps of spiked air,

our stung skin numb from the blizzard's bite.
Tempestuous snow smothered hematite night;

gusting and mounding, turning black to white.
By dawn, drifts dazzled with diamante light;

air was achromatic, blanketed fields blanked,
hills bleached to silence; the landscape blanched.


Details | Limerick | |

Mothers Day

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


Details | Acrostic | |

SEPTEMBER

September comes blowing a cooling breeze,
Escorting Summer on her way.
Pretty yellow and gold colored leaves,
Teased by the wind dance and play.
Exciting colors of orange and red,
Make the Maples a firey hue.
Bedecked so gaily from toe to head,
Ethereal Fall imbues,
Richness as Summer makes her bed.

                                               Judy Ball


For Fall Is Around The Corner Contest by Carol Brown


Details | Couplet | |

Autumn's Air

Autumn I love you color and splendor 
Plump sweet grapes filling me with ardor

A patchwork quilt......velvet soft leafs
For you I wear my heart on my sleeve 

A wisp of cool breath blows upon my face
A balmy soft touch of your calm and grace

Brides last chance of an outdoor wedding
Flowers bow heads giving up their bedding

Photographs taken a memorable moment
Dressed in an exquisite multi-color garment


 
Written by: Joy Wellington
October 14 2012
For Russell Sivel's contest - Up In The Autumn Air


Details | Haiku | |

October

pumpkin patch
smiles back at sky
orange glow



Details | Haiku | |

fox in field of snow

fox in field of snow
eyes focused on a rabbit...
dinner soon caught
Contest Entry "Animal Haiku" Honorable Mention


Details | Rhyme | |

Snowy Delight or Fright

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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


Details | Lyric | |

Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

Smell the spring aroma and 
let it delight all your senses...
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


Let my slow fingers caress your lustrous hair,
feel the pleasant warmth of a lovely afternoon;
on windless, sunniest days...
don't the softest roses bloom?


Only the truest lovers can set the white moon ablaze,
as the passing stars shed more light on their faces;
don't the softest roses bloom
on windless, sunniest days?


God gave us love freely as the air we breath;
humans have turned it into lust and doom...
on windless, sunniest days
don't the softest roses bloom?

Entered in Jared Pickett's contest,"Mirrored Refrain"


Details | Haiku | |

HEAVEN'S BALL

HEAVEN BALL willow fluffs afloat--- feather cotton rain shower heaven white ball (c)Olive Eloisa 2:30 am August 02, 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Shoeless Summer

Tiptoeing across the dewy grass
 in the fresh and early morn
Cool and wet is the feeling I get
 no shoes have I worn

Trudging through scorching sand
 to find a place to sit
As I perspire my feet are on fire
 my flip flops I did omit

Late evenings on the porch swing
 cooler air watching the sun set
Breezes tickle my toes then rise to my nose
 A pair of slippers I seemed to forget

Summer is in the air everywhere
From my bare feet and flowers so sweet
Through your toes and your nose
May you truly hail all this season unveils


Details | Sonnet | |

This One Afternoon in June

How peaceful this one afternoon in June. The people in their homes seem tucked away. With everything about me, I’m in tune while from my big back yard I now survey the color of Crayola sky in blue, a backdrop for the trees Crayola green. As clouds sit still, a white tail passes through some cauliflower clouds, and now unseen, it trails a jet to lands that yonder lie. A tiny butterfly alights on ground, and on my fence a single dragonfly has residence, content to be around. Both sun and wind are mellow, and a bug orange and black now gives my skin a hug. For Joann Grisetti's Memories of June Contest


Details | Senryu | |

huntsman craves trophy

huntsman craves trophy
so spends hours, silent wait…
golden snow bears proof


Details | Couplet | |

White Knuckle Winter- Weather Forecast

Finishing up the last notes from my work day, I’m really late, Looking out my window, my drive tonight, I’m going to hate. I grab my briefcase and walk to my car, on a sheet of ice. Slipping and sliding left and right, this is not going to be nice. Takes twenty minutes to clear the snow from my car window, If I can hardly move, how will my car drive, I just don’t know. Hitting the windshield, the snowflakes are big, puffy and white, They fly at you almost hypnotizing, you completely lose sight. Once you reach country roads the white knuckles truly begin, If you can keep between the hydro poles, you may just win. Hold on tight, keep your wheel straight, put your lights on low, Pray your defrost keeps working as you make through the snow. A blanket of whiteness envelopes you, no sounds or lights to see, Alone in this blizzard, you drive, terrifying, yet a strange tranquility. Once home, after a good night’s sleep, you arise from bed at seven, Trees iced in froth, the ground painted white, looks a bit like heaven. Sun comes up, temperatures rise and once again green appears, Nature makes the world safe again, slowly melts away your fears. To think that I could have easily been killed driving home last night, You consider the beauty of country living and soon forget the fright.
Written September 9, 2012 For Joy Wellington’s contest “Weather Forecast”


Details | Personification | |

Two Merry Leaves

They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot! How they laughed and they sported
They flew through the air just like pheasants
Till set in my excellent presence

“Red Leaf,” quoth I unto the leader
“To fly, there is nothing more neater
But weren’t you the least bit affrighted
As thus from the breeze you alighted?”

“Dear sir,” quoth the leaf as he flitted
“To fear, for a leaf ain’t permitted
We’re taught from a bud in the cradle
That even a crash isn’t fatal.”

“I say,” quoth I unto the yellow
“You seem to be such a neat fellow
I wonder how likes you this sporting
Or if you a damsel are courting?”

Quoth he, “All this sporting is splendid
The days of my courting are ended
My lover has flown to the northward
While I am constrained to fly southward.”

Before one more word could be spoken
The peace of that moment was broken
Away flew those leaves o’er the treeses
Borne by the chill autumn breezes


October 25, 2012.
For the contest, Up in the Autumn Air. Second place.


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Surprising Seasonal Change

Temperature is going up and the sun is out
Fluffy clouds move slowly across the sky
Thinking it is winter what could this be about
Buds are on the trees and I am wondering why
Dandelions in full bloom as spring has arrived oh my
3rd Place Winner Short Verse Contest of Brian Strand 02/28/2012


Details | Free verse | |

THE FULL MOON BLOOMS

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


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


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


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


Details | Tanka | |

The feather

The warm summer breeze
Holds me floating, briefly still
Just a gentle breath
Sends me tumbling once again
Where it takes me, I shall go









Contest : ANY 2011 POEM with any theme or form max 12 lines 
Placement : 3rd


Details | Haiku | |

A Summer's Twilight 2K11

A confronting breeze  

Wands of willows are dancing --  

A Summer's twilight.


Details | Haiku | |

Wolf's Tongue

<                                  wolf tongue speaks at night
                                 search for prey has come to end ...
                                         howling escalates





Written by
Katherine Stella 11/16/11

Entry For
Deb Guzzi's Animal Haiku

I Chose The Wolf
My Home State
Is Minnesota
Wolf Pop Estimate 3020 Per D.N.R. 
Yikes

G.L. All


Details | Verse | |

THE MEADOW OF GRAPE HYACINTHS

Beyond the maple hills that have fought many storms,
gales don't disturb the meadow of grape hyacinths:
observe the Aurora Borealis paint the soft azure sky
into a glittering, robust gold which the fading moon envies
as thick dew starts dripping from them like idle rain often does...


Over there a varicolored aura of glitter always appeared,  
and from a run-down shack blue grass was played on time...
drunken with buck beer, the big fellow with frizzy, red hair
anxiously stepped outside and started the ritual of vain fools:
thinking that fire would have burned the Earth and he would have died.


Bobtails watched him and wondered what made
his face so red and his dirty feet miss a step as he fled
to reach the meadow of grape hyacinths to cry out and curse God,
but his cussing nobody heard while his anger increased into the unfolding dawn...
exhausted from screaming he got up listening to a rustling sound coming from behind. 


He looked around and saw nothing moving,
" It must be a squirrel searching for food, " he thought to himself  
then a swishing wind knocked him down and an eagle swooped down to seize his beer,
" From now on, I'll never return to the meadow of grape hyacinths! " he vowed.


As time went on, he forgot his promise to never go back,
but one spring morning getting up early to watch the brilliant dawn from his shack,
he remembered the meadow of grape hyacinths and with the strong urge of seeker...
he raced there to catch the last rays of that sunrise to proclaim himself its keeper. 





Details | Narrative | |

Summer Waterfall

Deep in the woods I hear an angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.
Where the oaks and wildflowers shade the creek,
reflections fall to earth from rays of destiny,
refreshing my soul and setting my spirit free.
I smell the aroma of rain mixed with the paradise breeze.
Tranquil and serene, a natural wonder and rainbow of peace.
A cascading sparkling jewel,
above a wave rippling whirlpool.
Upon the wind rides the angel's lyrical call.
Tranquil and serene, a majestic summer waterfall.


Details | Haiku | |

Hurricane Rising

potent winds amass settle in a cauldron--- hurricane rising ~*~


Details | Light Poetry | |

Changing Season

golden amber leaves waiting for closure from the seasons warmth in kindred spirit they flow dancing merrily as they fall twirling with delight to the ground below. soon seasons change winter's cold dramatic climate will blow and scatter aimlessly covering all in a soft white blanket hiding each fallen leaf under the newly fallen snow until springs warm glow.


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn's Glory

Garden painted leaves
Autumn's glory multi hue
Squirrels race leaves laugh


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Yellow Belly

<                                            Yellow Belly !


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

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



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



Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/8/12

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

I Bite 
Destroyer-Poet LOL


Details | Ghazal | |

God's Heavenly Mountain

Skeptal I still followed others up the mountain
Voices said do not fret for God speaks from this mountain


Valley and creeks and eagles that soar
Suitable for a me to continue climbing this God forsaken mountain

Time can be at nil for there my destiny awaits 
Tranquility bliss and solace of it's mountain

Relish with me if you will if you must if you can
Shout from the highest peaks of this skeptal mountain

There is a new day a new beginning and a new you
Only if you take this journey beyond God's Heavenly mountain








Details | Couplet | |

The Pleasure Has Been All Mine

<               I have dipped my pen in the sublime, it's my gift to you
                 Now use it wisely and write about some captioned caught views


                 thus that of an snow-capped mountain with an eagle that soars
                 or white sandy beaches where ribbed tides rolls back to it's shores

             
                 maybe stars and moon dance reflecting off stilled bay's port
                 in ones head you must determine choice of words to now sort


                 from beautiful to just pleasure does not hit it's mark
                 beneath recant memory that caused the ignited spark


                observer of denial you can not destroy ones voice
                within pens stroke there comes a poet with another choice


                seize the day and come bow to the chosen word of the day
                dont let an overpowering object just get away







Written By Katherine Stella  6/26/11

Entry For A Rambling Poet's

Writing In The Sublime


Details | Free verse | |

Yet Another Spring

White and red and pink
oleanders bloom--
they are blown in wind,
littering grass and
drying on the bricks
of my front patio.
Orchid trees are flowering,
and royal poncianas.
Surprising jacarandas,
orange blossoms, honeysuckle, 
jasmine, and acacia assail the senses,
while I, alive, enjoy
yet another
Spring!


Details | Free verse | |

Partial Eclipse of the Sun seen in Ireland today

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


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Haiku - diamonds in the snow

walk softly please streetlights are making diamonds in the snow


Details | Rhyme | |

THAT PRETTY RAINBOW

That pretty rainbow with an orange glow
hangs over the wheat field by stooping low;
it waited almost all day to come out and shine, 
now, that long and bright arch is simply divine! 



Stand beneath it and admire the amazing design of God's hands
with all its vivid colors that enhance Nature 
and glorify it while happy songs, rising from the azure bay, 
are heard along roads and paths; ever wonder
why they are sung with such idyllic words that are so intense?
Ask the sparrow, the hummingbird and the bluejay!



That pretty rainbow can be seen until evening,
then with the coming of shadows...it''ll be vanishing;
cherish it and remember it when rain pours and pelts,
make believe that's always there, where butterflies dance!


Details | Rhyme | |

Introspection

I wake for start of new day to find all nature stirring.
The bumble bee and humming bird around the feeder whirring.
The russet breasted robin has caught the early worm.
He'll feed it to his lady love before the final squirm.

Across the way the flower field is filled with willing workers.
Spring in my valley scurries on, it is no place for shirkers.
Not long ago I too was part of frantic interaction.
I watch with cup of coffee and a sigh of satisfaction.

I've served my time, no need to rise to annoying alarm.
Without me spring will carry on, I've rented out the farm.
The days whern I met life head-on is part of history.
In my newly welcomed leisure I let life come to me.


Details | Haiku | |

a twig snaps

a twig snaps -
wolf dashes across
frozen creek


Details | Haiku | |

DEAD WINTER

wind blast cold to bone
plants, animals frozen stiff
dead winter kill off
Written By: Carol Brown Written on: 12/13/2011 Written for the: " Dead Winter Contest" Sponsored by: Sidney~LeeAnn 4th Place Winner


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn's Rise

Summer fades to gold,
Nature heeds to autumn's call
A season awakes


Details | Haiku | |

Animal Eyes

A valley encased
By trees’ littered pine needles
Animal eyes see.


Details | Rhyme | |

Summers end

Summers end

It’s here at last
There’s just two days to go
The summer days are fading fast
With all the sun’s fierce glow

The rains we hope will be here soon
We haven’t had rain for months
The heat is getting people down
It’s giving them the grumps.

It will be nice to see green grass
As the rain begins to fall
And burnt shrubs their full strength regain
As the weather grows more, cool

I really love the summer season
But I’m so glad when it’s gone
If only for one single reason
That heat goes on and on!!!

10 Septemnber2013 @1535hrs.


Details | Tanka | |

Before Dawn

Before dawn's light breaks Defined stars twinkle bright Orion's belt glows Smaller more distant stars clear Millions seen, millions unseen Compelling are they Drawing inviting come out Cool crisp autumn air Wonderful starry night sky So thankful for the vision
Written by:Sara Kendrick Contest: Up In The Autumn Air Sponsor:Russell Sivey Penned: October 16, 2012 Just using Tanka form Probably not correct usage


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Comes

sultry morning –
from one flower to another
a butterfly 


Details | Ballade | |

Spring is coming

Spring is coming

Six more weeks, that’s all there is
The Spring is on her way
Even now some shrubs make buds
It’s a lovely winters day
And all the birds seem more alive
Like something’s in the air
Soft green branches through the window
Say Spring is everywhere.

Tomorrow will be cold again
Perhaps they’ll be no sun
That’s the way it mostly goes
When the winter knows it’s done
It gives a little then grabs hold
Then slowly fades on out
Yet soon the Spring will hold on tight
I feel it all about.

There’s something special about the Spring
That gets into my soul
A kind of live ness in the air
That makes me feel so whole
I cannot wait for spring to come
There’s a tingle in my spine
Just to walk in the Springs warm sun
Makes my essence feel divine.

13 July 2013 @ 1600hrs.


Details | Sedoka | |

NOVEMBER DREAMS

NOVEMBER DREAMS

Acrobatic leaves
fatigued,drop to earth below.
Calmly, they rest jampack-like. 

Trees beheaded bold
while meteor-like streaks fall. 
They hug the trunks with cold-fire.

© O. E. Guillermo
11:21PM, October 09, 2014
Sponsor	Andrea Dietrich
Contest Name	OCTOBER BLISS or NOVEMBER DREAMS/ Sijo or Sedoka 
Placed 6th.. :) to God be the glory..


Details | Quatrain | |

AUTUMN



Nature’s victorious armies of spring and summer
Marching are now, in a stunning glorious retreat, 
Proudly displaying the harvest’s banners of plenty
As their destiny’s undertaking is for now complete! 



© Demetrios Trifiatis
   16 SEPTEMBER 2014


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Fluff

Snowflakes are falling
Softly landing on the ground...
Winter ground covering


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Two days into autumn

Two days into autumn

The summer, it has left us now
Down here in W.A.
Although it’s still as hot as hell
It be the second day
Of autumn, that’s the way it goes
Twill be a week or two
Before the temperature does drop
We’ll have to see this through.

So in another couple of weeks
Our days will be more, cool
And most who live in our climate
They’ll think it’s wonderful
As they wait for rain to wet the ground
It’s been some eighty days
Since we felt the rain splatter
From skies, so cloudy grey.

All our lakes are almost dry
The grass is burnt and brown
So when that rain comes from the sky
It will hardly make me frown
I’ll sing, and dance, and get all wet
Just like a little child
I love it when the rain comes down
It drives my senses wild.

2 March 2014 @ 1217hrs.


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springsmile

listen
do you hear the
flowers laughing?


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O' how my spirit longs for thee

  

These subtle days in solitude pass
as each season greets a new dream
with wind bending through meandering grass
an impulse charge of life redeem 

With arms raised upward to healing light
in each breath I feel as one
a gift of completion sings eternal flight
with scattered stones, rich soil and pulsing sun

I once again return to the spirit within
made of fragmented pieces of endless breath 
where flesh is left behind and spirit love mend
a flight soaring freedom without pain nor death

In awe I rest beneath the weeping willow tree
O' how my spirit longs for thee...


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black willow

black willow
sweeps frost from red carpet -
autumn curtsies











*I suppose this isn't a true haiku, but labelled it as such
because I wanted to :D


Details | Monorhyme | |

Changing Seasons

God's awesome artistry behold,
Trees ablaze with leaves red and gold,
Autumn's fiery colors bold,
Beauty untold, beauty untold.

Summer's heat slowly fades away,
As Autumn's coolness makes its way.
A welcome change I have to say,
Is a fall day, is a fall day.

Autumn's beauty won't last for long,
Colors will fade with Winter's song.
Dull and gray 'til Spring comes along,
With new life's throng, with new life's throng.

10/12/13
A monotetra
For PD's "Latest Poem" contest


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Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird


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Autumn Colors

orange, red and gold brush strokes of brisk swirling winds autumn’s artistry
Sponsor: Russell Sivey Contest Name: Autumn, Fall Colors (poem must be named "Autumn Colors") Lucretia written 9/21/2011


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Autumn's Sweet Song

like ballet dancers

in colourful pinafores

an impromptu dance

choreographed by the wind

leaves dance to Autumn's sweet song








for Nathan's contest "Tanka (Season)"


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XO's To The World

breezes tease new leaves a blossoming flirtation in emerald spring sultry scorching sun sears earth with molten yearning in goldspun summer berries red as hearts burst with succulent sweetness in amber autumn breathless snow kisses the blistering burn of ice in whiteout winter
for P.D.'s 'Valentine Haiku' contest


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

NATURE’S SINGLE DADS:
THE AUSTRALIAN EMU

The next sixteen months:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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Colours of Autumn

~}{~ A soft breeze blows Just enough to feel it upon your face A brand new season has just begun A season full of colours.. The sky crystal blue Lush green grass sparkles in the morning dew Crisp falling leaves ablaze earthy sienna and browns Deep red and ochre so ambrosial Blanket the ground in amber and russet shades Leaving trees naked to the cool winds.. ~}{~ By Tracie x For Autumn Splendor Poetry Contest


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Poor White

For Raul's "White Pumpkin" contest.


Pale ghost of Autumn,
Deep wrinkles on her weathered face...

Poor relation of her rubicund cousins,
Never chosen for jack-o-lantern ...

But inside, where it matters,
Her blushing flesh tastes of Summer,

Warm, 
Sweet, 
Golden Summer.


Details | Quatern | |

The divine season

Short dresses, flowery heels,
Here is the time for fun on wheels
Long nights out, laughing and sipping wine
O Moon, how silver becomes your line!

Down by the sea, days are spent dancing
Swimming or loving, summer is so pleasing!
A break from work, seems like heaven is here
On the boats, even the wind caresses like a peer!

The season of love, much revered by all
With you, nothing remains, whether ice or wall
Kisses shared on the shore,
Hearts with glee, shout, encore!

Flowers given to maidens by lovers
Flowers lovely with the essence of summer flavours
Ice creams, chocolates, shopping, sun
Oh even the policeman is such fun!

Summer, the right time to find love
Among the seashells of the cove
Or by faking a wreck on a lonely island
There, even the Devil shall bear with your stand!

Placed 9th in the contest Summer
Sponsored by Debbie Guzzi


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Floating

Suntanned toes
Submerged and swirling tepid water
In lazily summer circles
While I float
Dangling fingers, barely skimming the surface
Hypnotic lapping little waves
Caress the warm plump vinyl inner tube
While I float
Strands of hair dipping into the lake
As I gaze upward at 
Forever bright blue summer sky
And clouds like carded cotton fibers
Floating slowly by
Sun kissed thighs and freckled knees
Bobbing slightly with the breeze
While I float
And perfect summer flows
Around my suntanned toes


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haiku

- morning dew huddled droplets shimmer one tear falls - Contest - "How Due You Dew"


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Summer Couplet


Through sand and haze beach goers stroll Leaving footprints where soft crested waves roll ~*~
6/10/'13


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Just relax

It is a time when
cold dark winter comes unwound ::
spring's growing sunshine


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Amidst a Forest of Green

Amidst a forest of green
Alone a stone cottage stands
In a setting so serene
Surrounded by natures grand

Majestic pillars grow skywards
Firs, elms and oaks 
Amidst this forest of green
The beauty of it soaks

The seasons control its carpets
Amidst this forest of green
In winter with coverings of snow
Springing buds claim the scene

The plants explode into life
Allowing summers colours to show
Amidst this forest of green
Petals in rainbow flow

The mourning of autumn follows
Golden browns show what was once serene
The cycle of natures seasons flow
Amidst this forest of green




http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/nature-8.php


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Tragic Feather

Oh, tragic feather what is thy tragedy
No longer freedom gay or certian loft
How is this thy new translation
From a majesty, unto a wing thou hath mighty dropped

Were thou thus, shunned, cast away 
Or merely, cut out or off
As limb from downward spiral angel
Perhaps, a troubled finch or insanity in wayward hawk

Lie, if thou must, be it amidst a deafening silence, lonesome soft
But, I plead, please tell me fallen feather, what hath befallen thee
Thy tuft to ne’er evermore touch again
What life should be, warmth of the summer's breeze

Sleep, sleep now 'neath the alley's gutter greys 
Catching Weeping Willows damning drops
Adrift as the drowning lily dying
In seas of the myriad scattered rots

An accomplice I shall say, within a winter's willing white
And alas, buried ordinary in this doth the corpse delight
Far beneath the crowds held at bay and forever lost
Now thou hath become the naked grove of wicker and then...
                                   the more of naked souless crops


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Consumed

____________________
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___________
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barren rock cliffs edge skyward to
an ocean of endless blue
gazing across the calm lake 
my heart engulfed with possibilities anew
 
colors of brass trumpets and almond drops adorn 
a scape of lavish green where yellow purity is born
within a single moment my spirit cry rejoice
cleansed in Gods grace I am once again reborn


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A John Freeman Contest


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Snowflakes

Winter's first snowflake
Gently falls upon my tongue
Nature melts with-in

Icicles forming
Growing swords to frozen mounds
Freeze pops of nature


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The Crap of Life

Each crap life takes
Fertilizes the world
Ah! Smell the spring air


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Winter's Gold

Frosted windshields reflect winter's beauty,
as snow tenderly covers the errors of man.
Winter winds voice their new griefs,
wailing louder than the engine of a van.

A human's breath freezes in the air,
birthing a baby wisp of smoke.
As the warmth submits to icy fingers,
human skin feels winter's frosted cloak.

White visions touch the faulty human eye,
while the sleeping earth snuggles in a blanket of cold.
The white skin of the hidden ground
bathes in the icy flakes of winter's gold.

The sky hides above stern clouds of grey,
shielding the sun from winter's white glove.
Bundles of human beings struggle to move
within the winter's storms of love.


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Remember Spring

When the snow begins to fall and its chilled outside
Our spirits begin to fade like a misty tide

It's hard to keep our head and chests up high
We want to lay in beds and do naught but cry

But we should remember what comes after the snow
The sprouting hope of the rose petals show

That happiness can be found inside a soul so cold
One that has found that it feels way too old

So smile today, and smile tomorrow
On memories of spring, we borrow


Details | Prose | |

Never Ending Circle

Upon the icy back of winter she rides unnoticed, like your shadow  in midday sunlight
She bides her time while secretly infusing warmth into the frozen earth below. Like a Nursemaid she feeds and nurture off springs.  Shhh...hear the stirrings of the new growth awakening!

the warm earth parts 
for the tulips's first leaf -- 
gentle rain 


Quietly, gentle rain and warm sunrays twinning, absorb, sustain and enhance life.  Soft mist is disperse in midair, cascading gently, they land like crystal dew drops on lush green grass. Soon, the rabbit and hare in search of food and water will run through these fields assured that the never ending circle of life will continue.   


young ones thirsting
Sip soft crystal dew drops--
Blooming smiles





~*~


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Autumn flier

leaving on a breeze                                                                                                       
swirling red yellow brown page                                                                                     
embarks into blue


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Autumn

Cool crisp colorful
The next cycle to begin
A refreshing sight.


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Autumn Colours

My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.
Shades of red, orange burning clear
My eyes are graced with you each year.

Laced with gold you seem now so clear
All dancing in the autumn air.
My eyes are graced with you each year
When fall unfolds her colours rare.

Brenda Meier-Hans
09.02.2014
4th


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Internal Rhyme-MARCH'S ENDURING DREARINESS

March's enduring dreariness looms when no pigeon coos;
at April's doorstep, it still blows away an umbrella or hat...
letting the impatient spring know that he refuses to go!
There were certain days so mild and cheerful almost wild,
but none of them lasted as inescapable moments contested!
Close to midnight, tears falling on this soft pillow reflect moonlight;
and sighs turn into sobs...remembering delicate daffodils' buds
that were as feeble as those dreams I had dreamed as little!
And still March's enduring dreariness is far from pleasantness;
it won't grant my wish...while outside many voices rant,
but shut out from everything, I can't feel or hear anything!
Go to another place, dreary March...vanish in the haze!


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PASSION'S FLOWER

A heady perfume
fills my senses-
my rose awakens


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THE LEAF-PAVED PATH

Toddlers played in dry sand 
Hot sun made each cheek red
Ellen was their likable friend
Long before winter came
Enjoyed evenings with them
Always refusing to rest 
Fireflies were a child's game
Puppies chased them with haste
Aunt Lily was often bitten by bugs smelling perfume 
Vera told her not to scratch
Eddy laughed hard as Mitch
Daniel loved to startle the busy bees 
People stopped to watch the comedy of pet peeves
Across the leaf-paved path of ripe strawberries 
Torrents washed away all the pretty greens 
Hurricane Isaac made them flee quicker than thieves


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jelly fish on shore

jelly fish on shore abandoned by ebbing wave.. summer sun rises
Traditional Haiku Count 5/7/5 Word that tells the season Has a cut with ...to tell where cut is located It uses no capitols(which my whole being says no to doing.) Written by: Sara Kendrick Contest: Haiku From The Heart Sponsor: Sidney~LeeAnn I found some more interesting facts about Haiku doing some research..


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AN AUSTRALIAN SPRING

Through this happy season, when everything is green and blue,
we won't see snow-capped hills, or mountains,
only brooks and rivers bubbling in sun rays;
lay down on their bends and hear their music as children do!

An Australian spring is unique and beautiful, everybody
is welcome to join us in song;
bring your flute, guitar and drum...
make music in jovial air while it harmonizes with serenity!


Through these four short months,
feel lively and observe the eager butterflies kiss wildflowers, 
but an occasional rain may fall from the vagrant clouds...
see its gentle raindrops delight open eyes!


An Australian spring is unique and beautiful,
especially in the wilderness and countryside; 
down here, isn't spring unforgettable?
Let's run faster than kangaroos that seem to glide!


Details | Rispetto | |

QUITE JANUARY SNOWY EVENING

The city still bears traces of the last blizzard,
which came after Christmas Day to amaze all;
snow returns in the form of on old wizard... 
performing its magical powers to enthrall.


Traveling on the Brooklyn Bridge so dim...
my moodiness intensifies, feeling more grim; 
I can see Manhattan's skyscrapers glittering
on a quite January snowy evening.


Details | Sonnet | |

Confetti

Weep not, poor winter, season most hated; 
Season of death and despair, so despised. 
Borne as a burden, brashly berated, 
Annual martyr, yet ne'er canonized. 

Man is made stronger through struggle and strife, 
Sculpted by scars and then polished with pain. 
Our woes are like water, needed for life; 
Barren and dry is a world without rain. 

So worry not, winter, stifle your cries, 
Raise a great blizzard to temper my soul. 
And though I may curse this yearly demise, 
Know that you failed not to finish your goal. 

With fabulous fervor the fine flakes fall, 
As winter's cold confetti covers all.


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Seedling

Biding, Burrowing.
Building, breaching, burgeoning...
Breathing--         BLOSSOMING!


Details | I do not know? | |

two

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


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The Defiant Tree

Oh, natures tree, how are you blooming, When Winter is arriving so coldly? With colors so vibrant, how do you reflect the dimming light, so boldly? Were you confused by the sun that rises too early, or conflicted by the manipulation Of season? Or defiant, to natures authority, and just decided to create Your own reason? Buds blooming, with a brilliant color. . Branches Reaching to skies with absent sun rays; Surrounded by browning and wilting Life; Yet your brilliance, Your beauty, and Loveliness stays? Oh, Valiant tree, why bloom now? When all that's Left here is the rain? Darkly tinted shades Of grey, Dying life Laid at your roots. . And yet, you're blooming All the same. Your golden hints of Sunshine Though clouds fill The sky . . Your branches' room For lovely birds, And yet, they all have Passed you by? And still you bloom, Defiantly. Growing with nothing But self desire, Detesting before, As natures core, But my soul Will forever admire


Details | Tanka | |

Hush Now { Tanka X Three }

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

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



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



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


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Harvest

Last Merlot of the year
end of the harvest

through vines we do peer
after producing their best

the fields once more return to rest


Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's Breath

A warm breeze gently lifts the white voile
I watch it dance from across the room where I lay
Half awake, and recovered from yesterday’s toil 
I’m awakened to the smell of an early summer’s day

Honey suckle makes its heightened presence known
As it thickens the air with pungent perfume
Soft, sunrays through the opened window shone 
And cast shadows of climbing ivy in costume

While brilliant blue skies steal their golden hue
Bid me arise and take in the vast beauty all around
The endless sunrises and sunsets, to pursue
When the world is young again and life is more profound

I hear the ocean’s call through the wind, ’come home’
Our long distance love affair still grows strong
It makes no difference where these feet may roam
In summer or winter, love endures and can’t be wrong
~*~
06/12/13


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Ranch Hand Sunset.

Upon the flushing milieu of twilight,
     Vague shadows of the ranch hands brook.

 A proud slow march on hackneyed legs,
     In the slow emergence of autumn’s dusk.

Today’s sullied labor grimes the worn denim chaps,
     In the dawn to dusk harvest of the seasons haying.

An aching exhaustion on sweat muddied faces,
     The price and the pride of the old rancher’s toils.

Barns piled high from the summers green fields,
      The homestead prepares for the silver of winter.

Lost in the muted glow of sunset’s backdrop,
     The prairie echoes thanks with a soft cowboy song. 


Details | Free verse | |

Seasons Change

Seasons change
Even when love remains
It's not the same

It's a cycle in constant motion
Dying, reborn, and still it's growing

And autumn takes it's chill
Even when it's dying, 
                   ..... it's beautiful still

Bare and vulnerable 
With all it's colors set at its feet
It's beautiful
As it surrenders in its defeat

And it seems weathered and in despair
When the color drifts away with the winters air

It hangs in the grey, a dark cynic
Beaten and broken
Then a ray of light beams
And hope has spoken 

It's there the warm comes again
And the sun it.... Shines
And the broken and the weathered
Catches the fire of the horizon

It blooms at the finger tip of change
At the touch of light
Something green, new, and fresh
And overdue
Naive and full of life

Just a leaf of hope in the sunset
But soon a field of flowers
Once Spring's dew's wept

Pleasure and pain
That's the season of change
That's the change in seasons
A change in loves reasons

A reason for the change in love.


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When it's Spring

Onset of spring, and the valley comes alive bursting with blue cornflowers, the yellow buttercups; the bright red poppies, and the pink of thistles. The butterflies flit dazzled by the sunlight, the winters are past, ridiculous cold giving way to days bright. The air is full of loud, joyful sounds, noisy birds in the trees. Collecting nectar from the flowers, lots of buzzing with the humming of hundreds of bees. Shorter days of winter, now change to longer twilights of eve... The beckoning seaside, seaweeds and seashells, crawling crabs and crashing tides; Making sandcastles, and all that stretch of sand passing through my sieve... ..


Details | Ode | |

Of Transient Nature Ode To Fall

Fall is: Dragonflies, empty nests Pumpkin pies, shedding trees Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves It’s a frosty feel of finality That all good things must end That things must die Is simply reality Tis not a question of if, but when It’s a harbinger of things to come As well a reminder of times gone by A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder Where we are and who we are…and Why It’s a time of transient Nature Replete with changes everywhere Absent name and nomenclature. As familiar tho’ (as we all know) …As smoke draped pon’ the air… And that ‘s what makes Autumn great


Details | Free verse | |

The Bird Is The Word

<                   encircling mountain's crest... the mighty eagle .. soars

                     amidst wetlands standing erect the blue huron
                     toppling muskrat homes waiting for mice and shrews
                     colonies emerge shrub trees and lagoons to bond
                     butterflies flutter medows of greenish hues
                     snaphots taken afar this is all I could do

                     catails ~ sway ~ sounds ~  thunder
                     pheasants fly off in frenzy
                     braided and despaired
                     yet forges right on ahead
                     they live see another day

                     night ~ time's ~ calling ~ for ~ the ~ wise ~ old ~ owl
                     bidding feathered friends well ado's


A combination of Monoku, Quintain {English }
Tanka & Crystalline For
Constance LaFrance's For {Four } Beautiful Birds Contest
Written by Katherine Stella
5/8/2011  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


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ANOTHER SEASONS PAST

Autumn's past horizon's 
whose clouds coast above the trees
woodland paths are dusted
with the falls of the turning leaves

Four corners of the Winds
in summer exhales release their breath
another season's gone
and lay's to the past it's death

Often my mind has danced
in the corridor's of the earth
where winter's snow has melted
hastening the springs new birth

I've rambled down many roads
and I've sang a many song
been scratched by weeds and brambles
and waded in the worlds wrong

Bridges on the road I've crossed
upon the many paths    that man has trekked
but only one road can lead you
upon a course which is circumspect 

It was always for you
every path I ever sought
every step I ever made
the ones my heart was taught

I desire not gold or silver
but the nectar of your lips
a wine so intoxicating
the truth like honey drips

Like the passing of the seasons
and the lives you so enrich
truth and beauty enhances life 
there's no question of choosing which


COPYRIGHT © 2013 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Couplet | |

Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon


                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars


                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll


                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you



                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go


                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night



                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long



                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune


                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon


                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun




Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All



                                      


                                         



                                        


                                         


                                        

                                      
                                    


                                   


                                  
                     


                                        



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Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


Details | Sonnet | |

Mister Nibbles Ameri-Sonnet

<                      amidst grass carpet he plays
                        long ears bushy tail white paws
                        nibbles bulbs munches away
                        poor little thing had some flaws


                         hides hair braided and despaired
                         didn't stop this little guy
                         thought to self this wasn't fair
                         bowed head and started to cry


                         nectar is what he had sought
                         on this hopeful days journey
                         not to be trapped or be caught
                         or carted off on gurney



                         Mister Nibbles came to play
                         In garden's bedding today


Details | Haiku | |

Snowfall

Pristine snowflakes
Intricate Arctic  crystals
Falling peacefully


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Beauty Calls

Beauty Calls Soaring on the melody of a meadow lark Bathing in a whippoorwills love sonnet Slumbering to the soothing coo of doves Under my nightlight made from the stars Cool is the night, safe is my bed In the hands of the old oak, I rest All of the night sleeps in silence A voice in itself that is loud Dawn will lift her countenance A peek, a look then a smile Warming our day with a new hope And a dewy kiss of revival Ribbons of color inhabit our vision Saplings begin to stretch in growth Caretakers rise early to till and water Blooms bare their full faces toward the sun Sadly too many miss this miracle Caught up in life’s daily grind Take but a moment, watch a day birth Know that it breaks anew just for you Carole Cookie Arnold 02/10/2011


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Autumn Dancers

mirthfully, the old sycamore displays calico petticoats. brittle laces pirouette in autumn's cinnamon splendor
_____________________________________________________ Septolet The Puppet Contest: Sponsored By Nette Onclaud By Carrie Richards 9/20/12


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Hurricanes

Nature’s wrath supreme
Tearing down humanity
Human grace denied


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Carnations

Rows of carnations
children grab, defying rule
time withers with them.


© ~JSLambert  2011


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Chicken

<                                          No Guts !

                                            No Glory !

                                      C  H  I  C  K  E  N !!!



My Unique Line By   K.S.

Chicken   


I Will Try Anything Once
Esp When Comes To 
Daredevil Adventures

Skydiving
Skiing
Hot Air Balloon


Entry For P.D. Contest
The Most Impressive Line


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Winds of Change

Where have all the seasons gone?
The seasons of long ago
When summers were filled with sunshine,
The winters white with snow.

We now get snow at Easter,
Blistering hot days in September
Jack Frost whitens the days of May
There’s rain and floods in December.

The seasons are all topsy-turvy
Not just here at home, but abroad,
Scientists blame holes in the ozone layer
Christians, they say “it’s the lord”.

Are the winds of change due to rockets in space
And the building of hyper-stations
Or is it the hell, fire and brimstone
As foretold in the book of Revelations?

Whoever has the answer
There’s one more question needs asked
If the weather and seasons keep changing,
How much longer is man going to last?


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Christmas delights!

Clouds garland snow capped mountain peak
Icy snow butterflies melt kisses upon my nose
Puffs of warm, moist breath balloons billow out before me,
quickly chilling, disappearing before my eyes
Crunching snow compacts beneath booted feet
Prints set deep, little more than momentary reminder 
of where you have stepped before
Crisp white blanket glints
almost winking it’s Christmas card welcome
as it’s vast white carpet spreads before you beckoning 
All of nature along with everything manmade becomes anew
Nothing seems out of place
A bird lands on branch of tree causing cascade of padded canopy
New mound takes position with little noticed effect on perfect landscape

Children laugh and run as they hurl packed balls at one another
Dashing, darting, ducking and returning rogue ammunition
to offending hand and screams of pleasure
Slipping, falling they tumble over repeatedly 
Waving arms and legs, when finally still to create snow angels
Then, standing up clothed as abominable snowman
Giving rise to fresh ideas as new creation begins with rolling snow
Bigger and bigger they chase and push, packing tight as they go
Another ball a little smaller to place on top of first for head
Then off they scatter in all directions looking to clothe their model
Returning with woollen hat scarf 
carrot and stones to place as eyes nose and mouth with button features
Admiring they know their masterpiece shall be short-lived
For mother nature’s hand will chance to create another slushy muddy puddle


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color enlivened

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                                               color enlivened
                                     light lifts radiates brightens...
                                          against hardest rocks

Click on
"About This Poem"


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Seasonal Sigh

Finished vines
waving limply in the wind,
tangled streaks across the hillside.

The Autumn Earth
conceals eternal motion
under a carpet of many colors;
a fluid carpet that flutters and shifts
beneath my feet;
a noisy carpet telling the story 
of my presence.

Frost-bitten flowers
broken by my passing touch
salt their pollen on the wind;
a gooseberry shrivels
against the bark of a naked bush.
The black bear and the coons steal
each other's dens,
and bees, lethargic,
cuddle on the combs.

But why?

I know why---
scientifically, astronomically--
the earth and sun fly elliptically
and space dilutes the energy.
But still i cling 
to the burnt orange leaves,
savor the last unsquashed berry,
dreading the day
when my worn winter jacket is not warm enough
and my breath freezes
and my legs hurt where my boots rub.

The frozen rain clings in crystals
to tired trees; snow glitters like shattered glass
and cold sunlight assaults my eyes.
I close my eyes against the glare
and listen to the moaning wind,
and dream of a world
where Autumn gives birth
to Spring.


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Me and The tree

I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.

My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully. 
At times my hearts feels  like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.

With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.  


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Springtime Love

Springtime can't come soon enough!
It melts away the snows.
It wakes up many flowers,
like the Marigold and Rose.

Dew drops form on all the leaves,
of bushes, grass, and trees.
Vines are climbing up the walls,
there's an Apple-scented, breeze!

Robins, in the tree tops,
are singing loud and clear!
The sun is shining warm and bright,
it's my favorite time of year!

Spring, is such a pleasant time,
so beautiful to see!
I'd make Springtime last all year,
if it were up to me!

That's just wishful thinkin',
but I wish it could be true!
Spring doesn't have the drawbacks,
that the other seasons do!

To be completely honest, though,
the most important reason,
why I love Springtime, so much,
it's the start of Baseball Season!






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Spring

refreshing spring breeze
carries perfume through the air
swallow’s playful flight


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Holes



Cumbumer eyes fall
On leaves without thirsty ears
Is this fall's regret?




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Season In Reflection

Chase not what was autumn time,
Its vibrant colors that had once adorned.
Now fades away as the winter mourns.
But to savour thoughts like a fine old wine.

Across valley deep over moors and hill,
The Norse wind on his steed doth roar.
Through nook and cranny and frame of door,
With breath of ice like steel.

Ice maid for you enchant us so,
As you lay your cloak of winter down.
Across sleepy hamlets and the bustling towns,
Vestige remnants of the year now go.

© N Windle 2009


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Haiku

dripping rain......
the silence
between each drop


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Dine Upon Autumn Sensations

splendid colors brew warm potions that soothe the soul spiced fall concoction orange marmalade leaves taste sweet upon thy palate fresh autumn dessert crisp cool breezes blow shaking loose red and gold bells color symphonies © 08-15-2012


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At One with the Night

Hazy lazy moon Warm breezes whispering by Peaceful and content Alone and safe with the dark Dreams already taking shape
Written on July 11, 2011 at 9:30pm


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Frozen

The latent pace of winter-tide drifts on,

hibernal winds exhale a frosty dawn,

the gentle warmth of summer’s long-since gone, 

now ‘midst the jagged ice the sun lies torn.

 

Of broken heart she bleeds, to frigid pools,

a weary spectral light for life to take;

ethereal displays of winter jew’ls

reflect her soul on tears of downy flake.

 

Emotion spent she falls to deep repose,

where afternoon dies young, bereft of light, 

‘cept for a moonlight serenade that flows

across the down that softly quilts the night.

 

Encased within her dreams of grief and pain,

a frozen world of beauty breathes in vain.


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BITING COLD

(Winter Song)

This cold is touching me and I'm liking it 

It hugs me real tight and I'm loving it 

Now it's biting me real hard 

From my foot up to my face 

I wanted to let go but it won't 

Though it realy hurts, I won't mind 

Cry? Never! 

(c) 2012


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Autumn Leaves Fall

As the autumn leaves fall
Under trees no longer green
The wind places them in a collage.
Upon the lawn, a mural seen.
Moving softly on the wind,
Neatly floating to the ground
Leaves in coloured layers lie
Everywhere, beneath and around.
As the autumn leaves fall,
Vibrantly coloured in red and gold,
Entirely covering the ground that was
Such a few days ago, green and bold.
Falling leaves on the wind
Arriving at our feet to lie,
Lift our spirits up and yet
Lay them low again that summer's gone by.




* an example ( though a poor one) for my current contest


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Winter White

Winter White
I love the white of winter
As the snow lies on the trees
So clean and neat the landscape
But so cold the breeze.

Nothing’s ever perfect
I appreciate what’s best
It’s pretty when the snow falls
Don’t think about the rest.

I quickly grab my camera
To capture all I see
When come the snows of winter
I cannot let it be.

The white snow of winter
Covering all the ground
As far as I can see
That snow is all around.

I see patterns in the tire tracks
And ice upon the lake
What a pretty picture
All these things will make.

Children making snowballs
Throw them near and far
Looks like fun they’re having
Not at all bizarre.

Heavy coats they’re wearing
Just to keep them warm
Temperature is really down
After that big storm.

Yes, I love the white of winter
But can do without the cold.


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ALONG LONG ISLAND SOUND

On dry sand
seashells like ivory,
attract the eyes of young wanderer.


On barefoot,
searching amid fragments
of the ones so raveged by sandstorms.


Gently brushed
by the afternoon breeze,
he stoops down and touches them with wonder.


These pretty
seashells have spots and lines...
they are found along Long Island Sound.


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Glistening Silver

Glistening Silver

Glistening silver on water’s edge like thousands of diamonds for my hair - 
Snow covered mountains hide summer flowers of purple, pink and gold
while black bear and deer search for left over apples from October’s harvest.
Ellijay is crisp and cleaned to perfection by nature’s wind and cold - 
The cows hide inside the old, red barn up the hill.
Hickory trees barren of fruit, yet a lone woodpecker flits back and forth looking -
searching for substance from the thick bark only it can penetrate. 
My prayer for snow covered mountains has been answered.
Seventeen years of Florida sun has scorched my throat and mind.
I wanted to see New York snow in North West Georgia -
One full Sunday of snow falling for my eyes to fill
 in the glorious beauty of winter’s wonder.


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Autumn

<                            Aerial excursion ride
                              Using buoyant enforcment to go way up high
                              To capture natures dance with an naked eye
                              Understanding winters brushstroke is so close by
                              Making it difficult to chose one that makes me sigh
                              Naughty or nice  I'll just give thanks to Heavens Big Guy



Written By
Katherine Stella 9/2/2012

Entry For Francine Roberts
Autumn Acrostic Contest 
G.L. All


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A White Canvas Awaits

Poet ~ Rick Parise _______________ Woes falling mirth within peaceful drowning a place I search for time and time again If only to pry each word from my mind a poetic masterpiece in grace shine ________________ Contest ~ "Where Your Poetry Comes From"


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Fall

Lonely Autumn leaf,
Descendants blown through the years:
Calico landscape.


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LOVE IN THE WHITE OF NIGHTS for contest

LOVE IN THE WHITE OF NIGHTS

With storms my passions dance and play
As winter swirls above our heads
Sleep's embraces grab you tight
Hawaiian visions crowd our bed

Deep in frosty winds of night
While you are dreaming balmy skies
I trace the beauty of your back
And lick the whiteness of your thighs

Sometimes you smile, 
sometimes you groan
But it’s my delight 
to hear your moan.

I snatch you from that ivory shore
And wake you begging me for more


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Auburn Shades

August twilight, dog days
Summer languishes, soon to go 
Auburn shades fade to grey

The pool is so warm that nobody stays
Past ten AM,  lifeguards wait to close
In the August twilight, the dog days. 

Distant images waver in heat’s haze
Cricket’s chirp begins to slow
As auburn shades fade to grey. 

Passive gulls perched by the bay
Would fly if the wind would blow 
In the August twilight, the dog days. 

Mom says it’s too hot to play
Listless pleas, she says no
And auburn shades fade to grey. 

World watching as the last rays
Die slowly, sun drooped low
In August twilight, dog days
Auburn shades fade to grey. 


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Fall Foliage


F ire on horizon this time of year,
A utumn ushers in winter’s sear.
L ight slowly fades a bit each day,
L ess time now for outdoor play.

F loods of colour on the trees,
O ccur before the big freeze.  
L eaves scatter as rain falls, 
I t’s our warning - winter calls.
A maple leaf gives the best show,
G olds, reds, orange all aglow.
E njoyed by all - a Thanksgiving.




Written August 27, 2012
For Francine Robert’s contest
“Autumn Acrostic”


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Red Snow

Bed of thorn leaks blood
Winter's snow turns summer's glow
White snow ruby red


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The Edge

The woman steps out on the balcony of her high rise apartment and among the buildings and streets and stoplights witnesses a fulcrum, an edge.
An edge, the edge, the intersection of beginnings and endings,
The moment when crops are ripe for harvest.
The edge calls to us and invites us to forsake what is known,
The edge calls us to test the limits of our understanding,
And step into an abyss of possibility,
Sinking down into relaxed awareness of beauty,
The edge awaits us.
The edge, where race no longer matters and neither does popularity,
The edge, where souls delight in the magic of music,
The edge, where souls delight in the power of seasons to change and death to beget life,
The edge is where we are neither disappointed at what we have not done or anxious that we will not continue in doing,
The edge is where we can see a life, a leaf, a soul for what it is without a biased back story of prejudiced contrivance,
The edge is where babies go when they are awakened in the womb,
The edge is the horizon where sunrises and twilight take our breath to the height of admiration,
For only God can make this atmosphere to shine just right as the sun and moon dance their dance of gratitude,
The edge is what I wish for now and always,
The woman steps out of her house in the mountains and among the stars hidden in sunshine and premature butterflies hidden in billowy leaves on trees she witnesses an edge, a fulcrum.
Where divinity and gratitude explode in the praise of creativity and the worship of life anew.
Edges, edges where comfortable platitudes have no voice and ignorant assumptions are ostracized,
Come quickly edges, come quickly edges and embrace me.


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October Morn Rising

like a spotted fawn
digging with a tender hoof
in the drifting leaves
morning paints an autumn song
smiles upon the vivid mists


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THE CLEAREST DAY COMES

The clearest day comes,
an early storm made trees swing;
lost my cowboy's hat...
the warmer air soothes the chill,
sunshine dries up traces of rain.


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myku

path of a snowflake
a teacup rouges the palms
winter butterflies


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Wind Song

 <                                              wind
                                               howling
                                             treed forest
                                             echoes linger
                                                 songs


                                                 dance
                                               one two
                                           three and four
                                           to me it's plain
                                                square





Written By Katherine Stella 9/5/11
Entry For Nette Onclaud's
Turn On The Lanterne
G.L. All
                                      
     
 


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Angel Of Stone

~~



I wandered on through gated stone through lavish beauty where wild flowers roam A place of rest where beauty cries and angelic hymns flutter pastel skies Along the path of purest rose where sunbeams dance and poetic thoughts roam I rest for a mere moment to marvel at grace in a place of angelic flight where eternity lay.....


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Spring Delights

Winter has passed the torch to Spring.
The complexion of the land is new.
There's a beautiful glow on everything.
Now freshly painted skies are blue.
Young flowers glisten in the dew.

Our spirits rise high as the trees.
Warmth greets us in the scented air.
With just enough crispness to please.
See joyful people everywhere.
Spring has arrived with style and flair.


written Sunday February 12th,2012
for contest"english quintain a spring day"
sponsored by Francine Roberts


Details | I do not know? | |

Return of Spring

I missed the smell of coming spring.
Cold and blustery
winter bone chilling wind
piercing effortlessly 
armor of thick cloth.

Blue-grey hued sky
harbinger of soft snow,
blanketing vapor
ward off Sun’s warmth.

Dreary and depressing
long winter months
colorless, gloomy, dead
imprisoned in ice

Lo a small breach
in mantle above
thin golden beams
pierce shadowy despair.

Ahead bright days
life, love, and joy,
I long for perfumed hints  
of spring to appear

Once naked trees 
bear lime-green tints,
azalea burst forth
red, white and pink.

Bright yellow pollen
thin cover of dust
sweet scent of flowers
a pleasant surprise, tho’
I missed the smell of coming spring.


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A Spring Day

A warm spring breeze caresses my face,
As the sun beams down in delight.
I walk through the park in spring's sweet embrace,
Watching ethereal butterflies in flight.
Oh! What a glorious sight.

Flowers are abloom in every hue,
A rainbow of fragrance dispersed.
Trees resplendent with verdant view,
And birds their melodies rehearse,
Released from winter's curse.


2/6/12 
Kim Merryman
Entered in PD's 100% nature contest.


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Cherry Blossoms Jamboree

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


Details | Tanka | |

view point

            ~


persuaded by time,
  clothed in rust, a sky reveals
    the hem of summer…
     round green hills are strewn with oaks
      as far as the eye can see….

kissing toes of a
 barn-red house, acres of grass
  stand at attention…
   John Deere rides the afternoon
    humming with satisfaction
    

under a pear’s shade 
 golden hound naps lazily …
  one eye slides open…
   for an occasional glance.... 
    on guard for squirrels who thieve


~~

By Carrie Richards, for Francine's Contest: "the view"
9/7/11


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Upon a Mid Winters Night


 The woods echo with the stillness of a newly- fallen snow.

Moonlight beams glisten upon a frozen lake of deep sapphire hues.

Icicles adorned with a reflective mirrored glow.

Barren trees dressed in delicate icy lace, and feathery flakes of silvery blue, 

white iridescent silk gowns of powdery snow billow and flow,

amid crystal ice teardrops of branch chandeliers escorted on the arm

of the northern wind, dance a minuet to winter’s Hymn 





Details | Lanterne | |

Nightfall

Soft
lights blink
underneath
shaded starry 
sky

swift
glowing
firefly
quietly passes
by

Birds
chirps sweet
lullaby,
sway to world of
dreams.


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First Frost

Return to heavy, layered clothes
Purple lips and frozen toes
One last breath before it snows
Loathsome precipitation

The land now strewn with slippery patches
Bye the wood stove, extra matches
Time to batten down the hatches
Human hibernation

The months meander, oh so slow
The cold impedes the rivers flow
The flowers weep, and wait to grow
I should be on vacation

There is some good, I do suppose
Snow topped trees in splendid rows
And all mosquitoes surely froze
Yet I'm filled with anticipation

For summer reveals my sunny side
I rub my eyes and step outside
To walk bare foot through turning tide
Still six more months of frustration


Details | Tanka | |

Autumn's Reign



Gingko’s golden leaves
Intermingling maple red
Glorious carpet
Strolling through autumn’s return
Mesmerized and delighted.

Chrysanthemum blooms 
Vine maple dotting hillsides
Lingering roses
Color, color everywhere
Last call to outdoor dining

Pilfering raccoons
Raiding cornfields and orchards
Laughing at farmers
Indian summer picnicking 
Last hurrah before winter




For Amy Green's contest  "Enchantment of Fall Tanka Moment"


Details | I do not know? | |

Sol

As sun peeks from scattering clouds,
nature follows suit as all gets bright.
And with plants reaching up to golden halos,
animals appear and bask in its silky delight.
Such is her smile after a cloudy and misty day,
refreshing and eternal as sol's awakening.


Details | Couplet | |

MELLOW AUTUMN

Autumns rich mellow flavoured air
Unmasked,  the trees are now bare.

Seldom do we hear the birds sing
When the Autumn leaves are falling.

Smoke trails from the burning leaves
Carried on the light cool breeze.

The scent of spiced apple days
In the suns golden haze.

The Pine towering heavenly high
Dropping fragrances on passers by.

Smell the crisp refreshing air
Wind is blowing everywhere.

The leaves they scatter without sound
Gently cascading to the ground..


Hazel Connelly  23/10/12
Up In The Autumn Air 
Russell Sivey's contest


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The Easter Lily

a bold message
from the Easter lily
blooms fade quickly
hope of resurrection 
lies underground in the bulb



Details | Rhyme | |

Spring in Georgia

You never did see spring down here
With Bradford pear in full bridal wear.
Redbuds in attractive bridesmaid attire
Painting the scene with glorious fire.

You never saw the daffodils make merry
Laughing at the exuberant pink cherry.
Light hearted pansies giggling through the day
As boisterous squirrels come out to play.

Stately trees don their cloaks of soft hued green
Multi-colored birds that twitter and preen.
Everything getting ready for their chance
To be invited to springs celebration dance.

And yet I sense your presence on the breeze
Hear your soft whisper in the rustling trees.
I'll never know why you set your spirit free,
Sure wish you could savor this spring with me.


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Cherry

Beneath groaning wood

And shrill midsummer whistling

Cherry blossom girl


Details | Quatrain | |

Autumn Days

Autumn days have now arrived
our summer slipped away
Red and yellow hues proclaim
the change is underway

Soon the leaves will start to fall
the trees will go to sleep
Temperatures will start to drop
and fire wood we’ll  keep

All of nature hurries now
There’s no time for delay
Soon the winter winds will blow
and snow will fall for days


Details | Sonnet | |

Spring Hopes, Eternal

The January snow has thawed and gone at last
And in its wake a single snowdrop stands :
It grew unseen beneath a shining shroud
Which melted to reveal the hope of Spring,
While daffodils all spear towards the sky.
Already rooks have built their lofty nest
And robins, seen in pairs, fight over scraps.
The brightly coloured pheasant, struts on by,
His tail, a rapier, scything through the grass.
Against the light a dancing cloud of gnats
Hangs lightly in the clear fresh morning air,
Where hazel catkins, swinging from the trees,
Puff clouds of yellow pollen to the winds.
Eternal joy, to mark the signs of Spring !


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Winter Begone

Old man winter hear my plea.
Your ice cold breath chills me so.
Oh, how my blood runs ice cold.
My fingers and toes are never warm.

A story, a legend or a myth,
Shadow or not - winter begone.

Ok, technically winter just begun.
Dreaming of the first sign of spring.
Feeling the renewal in your heart.
Breathing energy filled with warmth.
As you breathe, feel the inner flow.

Spring is the season of rebirth.
Flowers pop-up their heads,
And trees begin their leaf.
Old man winter begone.
In my mind I imagine it's so.

01/14/2013

For Francine Roberts's contest, "Winter Begone"


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Dream

What coincides with falling leaves?
Shorter days and longer sleeves.

So strange, the trees should now disrobe.
As snow descends upon the globe.

To bring the land to the edge of death.
Fall soon succumbs to winters breath.

Eternally chased by the bitter sting.
Autumn's one dream is to meet with the spring.


Details | Free verse | |

The last tree

A pretty oak  sits outside my window pane in the snow and in the rain 
Covered with life, outside the balcony fifty steps away 
Decorating the tree with  flashes of red, black, grey,  yellow and white, 
are his friends the cardinals , squirrels , chickadees and the tufted titmice
 They sing , chirp, and  chatter in harmony of song 
As the seasons pass, we live  thru heat, drought , cold and  rain all year long
 I keep my feeder close at hand and watch as they load up in waves of two and three 
 to make their run at the seeds and grain 
The leaves are green now and vibrant with life, in the fall the acorns grow and my tree stands tall 
At winter they covet  the warmth and provide a shelter for the thick furred grey squirrels
 A lovely little hole in the crook of the branch big enough for two to snuggle and borough 
They race down these pathways in the sky, playful as skilled acrobats
October mornings  the leaves are falling , making noisy whispering sounds
the first rays of  sun turn frost into a million twinkling stars on the ground 
 The two winged take refuge in their nest , built carefully for warmth and rest 
To nurse  and raise their young , making them fit for another generation of  the best
The seasons flow as a quiet pond and like our beautiful  life 
 everything is real with very  little strife
 Among the colorful citizens of  this merry place I give life in equal exchange
for joy and a chance To sit and watch my friends as I grow old and enjoy life in the sun 
But life  changes,  very unfair , and I am denied my playground in the sky
one day some men came and cut all the beauty down 
Now its gone all butchered and bare nothing left but a big hole in the ground 


Details | Quatrain | |

Spring Showers


Falling rain, as gentle as a mother's touch On field and flower, the path and pond Drops glistening in first morning light Spilling over the far hills and beyond Showers erase the last of winter's rust Barren ground shows a hint of greening Meandering, delight in this renewing For the troubled heart, new meaning


Details | Free verse | |

The Situation

The lovely fog
roared through the rain forest.

Smearing blind velvet eyes
in the tropical season.

Bliss crust showering 
the ungraceful carpet of decaying leaves.

Animals scattered 
W I L D
like cions in a purse.

Evil prowling 
through the terrified animals. 

Domination felt
through the large kings
of the jungle.

Middle class mammals meander about
their senses heightened for murderous creatures
that stalk on the dark forest floor.




Details | Haiku | |

Watch Us

Leaves racing to ground. Is there anyone here to watch? We will perform now!


Details | Rhyme | |

The long ago scent.

Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds.
Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds?
They tease us as they make there way,
frosted windy dark and grey.
This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day.

My feet are bare, they sense the mirth,
it belongs to them, this enchanting earth.
I dare not tread too deep or tear,
for it might break this spell I fear.

Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame,
it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame.
The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss,
the moist embrace of drops are bliss.

I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song,
hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong !
Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man,
so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can.
So quick so fast your soul will know, 
jump the shrub and enjoy the show.

There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock,
they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock.
Forget it not for this is true,
this home's alive for me and you.


Details | Personification | |

Summer

Warm is her embrace
Nectar is her sweet kiss
A cool breeze is her breath,
Bright green was her face
Since birth, taking remiss
Being born of sister's death.

A universal play reforming
Down through the ages
Finds every soul an actor,
In this play she's performing
Act two on the annual stages
That find linear time a factor.

It's a tale of great strife
Of great love and great loss
A tale of passion and woe,
The never ending story of life
That found climax on a cross
But still has a good way to go.

In this play she will perish
But her death shall give way
To life for others down line,
A repeating theme to cherish
Death begets life, shows the way
Of the authors divine design.

She will sacrifice her life
That her sister might live
Who'll do likewise the same,
But for now play the fife
To the performance she gives
For, Summer is her name.


                      Timothy I. Brumley


Details | Rhyme | |

This Autumn Day - a constanza

The chilly north winds now abound
as Summer says her last goodbye
and takes  leave with a quiet sigh.

Whistling through trees,  melodic sound.
Canadian geese shape vee form,
 headed south to try to stay warm.

As Autumn leaves fall to the ground
swirling, twirling in a slow dance.
To show off, this is now their chance.

Red and gold blanket, 'neath trees found.
 Coloured array covers the green,
Summer's blossoms  no longer seen.

Raked into a colourful mound
for children  to jump in and play.
 Enjoy to the fullest this day.

The chilly north winds now abound,
Whistling through trees,  melodic sound.
As Autumn leaves fall to the ground,
red and gold blanket, 'neath trees found, 
raked into a colouful mound.


Details | I do not know? | |

A Walk Alone

Quick as a blade lunging forward to claim a life, is this darkness falling upon me. Whispers of a sorrow, known so long ago, float in the thickness of the night. Twigs snap in the distance, I turn but my eyes fail me.. My own hand in front of my face goes unseen... then, all becomes quiet... 
   Walking along a gravel path, each step makes the pebbles unearth and dance along side me until coming to a halt.. Searching for even the slightest sign of light.. my head tilts towards the sky looking for the moon or the stars to show me what little comfort they could offer.. I am alone. Even they have abandoned me on this wicked night. Owls hooting in the midst of this forest, as if to let the rest of the forest know I am here.. and I am alone.. the wind at my back shows no mercy on my path to find light.. it taunts me, urging me to run as if it knows something I do not.. As soon as that thought was finished, a screech! 
   Snapping and cracking from branches being broken in a direct path to me. Finally I can take it no more, rendered so helpless, Frantic, I run blindly with arms reached out in front of me to take the blunt force of whatever I may run into.
suddenly, there is a loud "THUD"...
   The screeching stops, as do I.. Heart pounding intensely, it is as if it is not my heart at all, but drums being played.. Lungs threatening to collapse as my knees buckle. Tears of fear streaming down these burning cheeks..
whats that? Foot steps! I ask myself, from where? I spin, there!
   Don't scream, don't move..  Crouched down low to the ground. Eyes burning from the rush of tears, heart wrenching and twisting between my ribs.
A light! Scared, I stand.. One moment passes and the next I'm running... but why? Light is what I'm searching for! No..safety.. from fears and my pain... 
   This forest is a manifestation of my fears.. I must face them!
My feet come to a steady stop. Turning to face the enclosing footsteps.. My adrenalin is fading I can now feel where the broken branches had their way with the bare skin of my arms and legs. I can feel the lumps forming.

The light!
Eyes shut I cling to a nearby tree.. deep breaths in, deep breathes out.. bracing myself for what is about to come.

My eyes dart open...


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A Spring Day

SPRING MORNING

The Bluebells hail the morning sunrise
tears of dew grace stems of green,
the valley nestles in God’s franchise
foliage awakening across the dene,
here a spring morning reigns serene.

SPRING DAWN

Morning tide enhance sweetness of the songstress call
buoyant curlews in oceans of copious grass,
wave after wave shattering against dry stone wall,
spring dances to the rhythm of the weatherglass
obeying whimsical whims from the moor top pass.

SPRING VIEW

Song Thrush calls reveille
morning in infancy
penetrates the valley,
spring day of clemency
portrait of regency.

For Francine Roberts contest english quintain
A Spring Day  7th Feb 2012


Details | Haiku | |

Winter's Charm

The first white snowflakes
A beautiful blanket spread
The charm of winter


My first haiku, for the Haiku 101 contest. Second Place.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Autumn's Pause

Autumn comes in all its magnificent glory
yet it's just a pause away from winter
soon all too soon the world will fall asleep
everything seemingly dead and withered

Autumn's pause is a time to recoup and rebuild
enjoying the balmy windy days of flying leaves
the days getting so short as we reap natures bounties
cold chill in the air, breath visible streams out

Now all the hibernating animals and insects disappear
to sleep through the long dark dismal days of winter
all around us now, a blanket of fine powder snow and ice
drifts of eight and more feet deep, cover all from sight

The time of mulled wine sipped in front of roaring fire
to hang the tinsel and deck the tree with baubles
smell of spices from Christmas pudding gently steaming
ah, those heavenly scents of gingerbread and eggnog

Now is the time to regroup and make future plans
soon it will be the time of rebirth and new starts
dormant lies the spring bulbs soon to break open
and once again flood the world in glorious colour 

So once more the cycles restart, each one a beauty
slumber now while you can and wake up full of joy
to greet spring with light heart and new strength
enjoy always what you have and what is yet to come


Details | Haiku | |

Thin Crust

brittle
ice crust forms
old snow


Details | Free verse | |

Trickle

Lying still
Windswept
Held fast by the grime of years
The view never changes
Slowly you give to the wind and as the mountain of dirt succumbs
you drift without direction then stumble upon a friend
with minds alike you join forces to escape this filthy prison
running down, down ever faster with each new friend
at last to drip from the cill






Details | Haiku | |

Mountain Reflections


daydream reflections --
vertical images rise
from languid ripples 

winter bathed in snow
across the frozen tundra --
cerulean sky

sun swept amber earth 
touches crystalline hillside --
a vista, serene


By Rhonda Johnson-saunders, July 5, 2012


Details | Haiku | |

WINTER BLANKET contest haiku

                 WINTER BLANKET           
 FIRST SNOW of PRINCE WILLIAM SOUND

                       swirl white birch
                brittle leaves snow dance
                             Cocoa Kiss








Victoria Anderson-Throop
2012


Details | Couplet | |

fall colours

Carpet of crisp dry leaves
New colors nature conceives
Misty ,hazy ,chilly autumn air
Fall colors in full flair
Trees seemingly on fire
Nature seems stringing musical lyre
Rustling bustling autumn wind
All the foliage gradually thinned
Winged leaves flying in the air
Naked  branches so bare
Luring fall colours everywhere
A colorful degenerating atmosphere


Details | Haiku | |

Equinox Tomorrow

today
snow falls tomorrow
spring equinox


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


Details | Senryu | |

Beautiful Day

Beautiful Day
Blue sky hangs above;
Canorous birds sing to me,
Today my heart swells.


Details | Rhyme | |

Digging Out

Three cups of espresso
I was raring to go
Grabbed the shovel
Out into the snow

Slipped in a hole
Sunk up to my knees
In spite of my gloves
My fingertips freeze

I have the brush
Start swiping at snow
Trying to find
The windshield below

Turn on the car
Let it defrost
Don't drop anything !
'til Spring it'd be lost

Thirty minutes later
I can see my whole car
Start shoveling to the road
Thank God it's not far

Put the car in low gear
Drive forward to the street
Reverse to my spot
Then twice more repeat

My new winter tires
Finally get used
But with two feet of snow
I'm less than amused

The path now is made
I go back inside
Admire my handiwork
With chilly pride

Glad to be off work
On this snowy day
Tomorrow I'll be ready
To just drive away

Hoping that's it
Winter's had its fun
Bring on the Spring !
Bring on the sun !


Details | Free verse | |

September's Muse

                Slowly and gently fall unfurls its golden splendor
                  
                        The flowering glory of summer fades away

          The September breezes whisper goodbye to warmer sunny days

           Fog hangs deep in the valleys laden with the breath of frost 
       
         Bounteous fields bathed in molten gold, gleam in pale sunlight beams

            The land is etched with touches of autumns crimson blush

          Each tender falling leaf is but a tear shed by September’s muse  

               A kaleidoscope of color her tear stained ode to summer’s end



Details | Narrative | |

Untitled #351 / Sagittarius A

In the center of our galaxy
from 1992 through 2003
astronomers were able to observe
a star, orbiting compact radio source
Sagittarius A.
The star had an orbit with average radius
1.4x1014 m
and period 15 years.
From this information astronomers estimated
the mass of Sagittarius A.
v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s
a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2
0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2
M = 7.24x1036 kg
7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns!
Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a
supermassive black hole
(it cannot be seen)!
OH LITTLE STAR


Details | Couplet | |

AUTUMN COLORS

AUTUMN    COLORS


Trees, and endless squadrons of their fellows,       
In full dress with their medals, reds and yellows: 
An army in bronze and topaz uniform,
Ready and waiting for orders to fall in and conform; 
And in fall   -  with  its rich golden leaf
And needles polished   -  ready to guard its fief.  


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Written   15   August  2012

Entered in  Russell  Sivey’s  Contest       Autumn, Fall Colors


Details | Ballad | |

Weather's Changing

The air is sweet, the sky is clear
I know for sure that summer’s near
Pass my sandals and shades my dear
I’ve joy in my heart and nothing to fear

Winter was dark and long and cold
Not even the sun could break its cruel mould
It rained so hard I’m glad my house could hold
But when winter ended, my heart turned to gold

I’m searching a good spot, my place in the sun
I’m yearning for laughter, compassion and fun
To stretch my long legs, see how far I can run
To find my soul mate - and say “You’re the One”

Well I’ve found a good spot, I’m searching no more
I’m laughing and running until I’m sore
My heart has mended, its really not raw
Now I can say “This is what I’ve been looking for!”


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn's Born

Autumn once again is here.
The air is crisp and cold.
Leaves from trees fall aimlessly,
their colors bright and bold.

Canadian Geese are southward bound.
Trees will soon be bare and shorn.
The harvest moon is beaming bright.
Looks like Summer died and Autumn's born!


Details | Quatrain | |

JOB DONE

JOB  DONE   
        

In autumn, our love for this farm began, years ago.  
We pulled it out of the ground, and kept steady
And watched the kids and corn and apples grow -
Watched them ripen and become ready.

Such love overflowed our hearts with passion.
Now comfortable, mellow, fruitful, it yields
Cosy warmth as we watch the profusion
Of a job well done from satisfying fields.

Everywhere there is ripeness to the core:
Warm pies with swelled, plump apples from each bough  
Now loaded with golden, yellow blessings, turning more
And more into a falling sunset of leaves covering  the plough. 

Gathering birds listen in the fruit-filled orchards steeped 
In the whispers of the winnowing wind’s crisp air  - passed
Quietly over  the  corn stubble full-reaped  -
That the time to fly is approaching at last.

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Details | Rhyme | |

THE PERFUME OF EARLY SPRING

The wonders of this new year,
I’m just now beginning to sense.
The chilly halcyon days now gone
Took away the weeks of suspense.
The early morning dew fallen fresh
Begets the scent of wet vernal leaves.
In flower beds new blossoms form,
With nectar nose bearly now perceives.

Park timber emits a lingering fragrance
Of scented pines and evergreen,
With other trees yet missing foliage
Giving a woodsy scent for nose to glean.
The grasses damp with spring rain
Emit their pleasing smell for miles.
Blending the air with kindred aromas,
The gift of spring in its vernal styles.


Details | Haiku | |

nap time

summer sleeping sun
wind dawdles over brown grass
cat dreams ignoring


Details | Verse | |

Triumphant Tears




_ __ ___ Mother earth pout your tears cry your song of authority for in your tyrant of rage and dismay I find a simple poem As rivers spill and oceans weigh and ruby flowers lose their story I hear your song upon the wind behold my soul lest dreary With streaming cords and crashing symbols a jasmine symphony plays true from my window through rain soaked eyes plays triumphant hymns of tomorrow.... ___ __ _


Details | Quintain (English) | |

A CENTENNIAL MAPLE TREE

I often visited this forest,
making acquaintance
with a centennial maple tree;
there I conversed eloquently...
as if I were talking to a trusted friend. 


I went back yesterday around nine
to admire its shimmering green foilage,
and discovered it was cut down to a stump...
before crashing and breaking the brenches of birch and pine,
as black ooze bleeded, fuxed and bubbled under its cracked bark.


And wondering what causes its fall,
I searched for a cause by examining its trunk...
leading to its rotten roots detached from loose soil;
was it too old to withstand a fierce Autumn's storm?
Or did a violent torrent add to its toil? 


Unfortunately, nothing I do or say will comfort it,
its death has came too suddenly and violently,
taking down many beeches and firs beneath it;
now, a wide space above it has let in sunlight...
taking away the cool shade that sheltered me.


I grieve for the anguish and helplessness that it felt,
not having been there to embrace it...
as soon as it plunged to the untroubled ground below;
ah, if that tempest had never come,
I wouldn't be weeping and be overcome by sorrow!


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Autumn Colors


Trees ablaze with autumn fire,
Flaunt flaming shades of red, orange, gold.
Such splendid foliage to admire,
A masterpiece of nature to behold,
From fall's palette of colors bold.


Kim Merryman
8/13/2012
For Russell Sivey's "Autumn, Fall Color" contest.


Details | Pastoral | |

The Warm Awakening

A haze of flickering flies dance, seemly with no purpose or direction,
like a TV in need of a signal

The sky vast and infinite above looms ever growing, ever blue,
a dusting of tranquil clouds suspend effortlessly

Green escapes from every pore, every conceivable crevis
where once cold, harsh stone stood strong and ruled, 
now nature and life become abundant

Fresh and new besides relics of past necessity
Did these designs of function and structure ever imagine their solid, powerful 
density being compramised by delicate roots and saplings, overcome by creeping 
colour, smothered beneath teeming greenery

It would appear not, for in those long, bleak winter months they had lost all memories of the warm awakening.. and with that came spring..


Details | Crystalline | |

' AUREATE BROADLOOM '

~*~ ====== Fall foliage camouflaged gilt crawl veiling autumn's quixotic fall. ~*~ ================


Details | Ballade | |

Australia day

Australia day


Its three PM Australia day
The day’s as hot as Hell
The budgies chirp delightfully
There’s a ringing like a bell
As the breeze kisses the wind chimes
And that sky, electric blue
It sends those sun beams crashing down
It’s damned hot! I tell you.

The world is wilting, woefully
Some plants look fit to die
That burning ball of energy
Above there in the sky
It tells the world “I’m here, I’m here!!”
As it flames with heavens power
And on the Rose shrubs in the yard
There just be dried up flowers.

It’s summer time, down under
One hundred plus degrees
I’m drinking beer and waiting, here
To feel that cooling breeze
That comes here after noon is done
To give the heat some ease
Then just a few short hours from now
The dusk might bring release




 


Details | Rhyme | |

Seasonal Romance


Seasonal Romance Moss covered dreams in winter’s hold Awaiting the colors of spring’s spun gold Richness of earth’s holdings soon to behold As nights shorten and days lengthenings unfold Spring’s romance with the sun is what I’m told As sweet caresses of warmth simmer bold A seasonal reputation essential to uphold A romantic season that never grows old Written: 2/22/13


Details | Etheree | |

Nature's Waltz

                                                        Fall's
                                                      palette
                                                clothes summer
                                              leaves with golden
                                            hues.  Melodic breeze
                                               invites exquisitely
                                          frocked foliage to a waltz.
                                  Whirling and twirling, leaves dance in
                                      the air, gradually drifting down...
                            down... down... carpeting the earth with beauty.




         9/20/2011 for Brian Strand's "Fall, your choice" contest.  1st place!
          for PD's #1's contest


Details | Sijo | |

October Bliss

Cooling temperatures cause the leaves to turn colors,
But the temperatures climb again during Indian Summer.
Multi-colored leaves are the last fanfare before winter.


Details | Free verse | |

Spring in the City

As winter dances it's final dance
white snow begins to melt 
The fire of spring begins to blaze 
Trees - long dormant 
Now have little buds on their branches 
From the cold earth plants begin to rise 
break through the frigid soil 
Squirrels scurry into city parks 
The population of the city grows hopeful 
Spring brings joy with it 
Mother Nature will have is say - here in the asphalt homeland


Details | I do not know? | |

The Way

Its the way the breeze whispers

across my skin

and the sun caresses

me

in his warmth

 

its the way you love me

even when you’re not here


Details | Couplet | |

The Season of Change

Autumn winds gently in, 
washing away Summer's sin...

Autumn winds blow free, 
chasing colored leaves from every tree...

Autumn winds chill, 
frosting through every valley and hill...

Autumn winds passed, 
waiting for Winter's snowy blast.




For "September - your choice" contest sponsored by Brian Strand.


Details | Haiku | |

HAIKU ONE

radiating sun
across clear tranquil blue skies
tree buds' petals warmth

hopping frogs capture
the first of blood sucking louse
plums dropwart blossoms

lips grin at the sound
from a rumbling waterfall
raw freshness afloats

skirting the valley
sprawls a field of wildflowers
butterflies sweet bed


(C) olive eloisa
10:25 pm
May 15,2014

Contest Name:	Spring into haiku 
Sponsor:	Debbie Guzzi
2nd Place, Praise GOd! :)


Details | Rhyme | |

Curse at the Climate

My eyes tear up
As the frigid wind blows
encrusting my cheeks
and my snotcicle nose

Hands in my pockets
Strait legged jaunt
Skin touching pant leg
Is not what I want

Each morning like night time
The sun must be stuck
I curse at the climate 
As I pre start my truck

My neck hairs all dancing
To chattering molars
I understand winter
But this crap is polar


Details | Verse | |

Winter's Nigh

Winter is drawing closer~'tis nigh
The eaglets have flown the giant nest
Soon they'll fill the Cobalt blue sky
Each will search the lake for its quest
Build a nest upon the boulder
The problems of the world won't shoulder


Details | Quatrain | |

All Natural

<                                   earth ~ third planet from sun
                                     liquid and iron ~ cores
                                     continents  ~  islands  ~  pun
                                     arctic  icing  ~  drips pores

                              
                                    wind  ~  natures own fury
                                    flow gasses ~ bulk movements
                                    storm ~ hurricane ~ jury
                                    place in pocketbook ~ dent


                                    fire ~ oxidation
                                    combustion ~ releasing 
                                    heat ~ light ~ good ~ tar nations
                                    pollution ~ choking ~  thing


                                    water ~ called H2O
                                    oxygen ~ hydrogen
                                    evaporation ~ goes
                                    will exceed supply ~ when ?

      
                                   earth ~ wind ~ fire ~ water
                                   Nature's elements   ~ sure 



Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
The Four Elements Contest
G.L. All
    
                                    
                           


Details | Ottava rima | |

Mingling with Pusywillows

As Mother Nature strolls across her lands,
Remembering the pusywillows there. 
Bedecked with ferns and roses in her hands.
She visits them while deeply breathing air.
Their unique scent infusion; she commands.
Those puffs of silky gray on branches bear
A sign to all that warmer days are near.
That springtime floras, rosebuds, shall appear.

© February 29, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  pusywillows or daffodils 	 
Sponsored by: Francine Roberts


Details | Free verse | |

Dead Bodies and Pretty Flowers

In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling,
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossom

 
       cherry blossom 

       ruffled by breeze -

       confetti


Details | Sonnet | |

The Garden

The thought came to her seeing how the spring
Thaw was here with green patches of onion,
And few areas of spring grasses__now green
That the garden would need tending~ attention

And send her forth (into the sun) to plant
Vegetables, herbs, tend flowers of the hour
Roses,  beauties, burgundy, soft brillant
Petals gentle between fingers, power

Scent that allures both man, woman to come
Enjoy this day in this pleasant garden
That draws butterflies, which lightly touch some
Drinks nectar, touches pollen, beholden

Spring with its beauty, warmth, outdoor pleasures
Can disregard work when one sees treasures.

Contest:Poet Destroyer
Sponsor:What's In Your Garden? Old Or New
Meter: Iambic Pentameter
Written by: Sara Kendrick


Details | Free verse | |

Hidden Treasures

Dawn paints the clouds with
Hazy washes bright with
Diamond dew.
Winter sadness melting
In the fledgling sunlight.

Spring crocus reflecting
Saffron, pearl and purple
Jewels sparkling
In the swirling silver
Threads of misty morning.

Snowdrops capped in valour
Bravely rise through strands of
Emerald moss
Bluebells drape the woodland
Floor with lapis splendour.

Daffodils alight with
Gold and citrine blazing.
Nature’s promise
Cherry blossom floating
On the quickening breeze.

Hidden treasures waking
To the warmth of springtime.
Feel the heartbeat
Rhythm pulsing with the
Sense of life emerging.


Details | Acrostic | |

SPRING SHOWERS

SPRING SHOWERS

S oon the rains fall to replenish mother earth
P lanting beauty for all it's glorious worth
R enewing life and splendor so very divine
I n step with Nature and God's holy shrine
N ew life bursting ever magnificently forth
G iving relief from cold winds from the North

S tarting billions of new lives serving us all
H eaping green all over this very precious ball
O nly this can replenish fruits of mother Earth
W hen the soil needs sweet liquid to gift birth
E ach drop serves to maintain Nature's firm grasp
R oaring down with each promise so dearly in clasp
S hifting fertile soil like a very finely honed rasp

Robert J. Lindley, 06-15-2014

Francine Roberts 
Contest Name ,  Summer Acrostic,  1)Spring Showers , 2) Summer Rain,

3)Morning Breaks 4) On the Beach, 5) Vacation Time 6)Summer Sunset

7) The Sun's Rays 8) Summer Moon....
Pick one of these for your acrostic
 and post the form as acrostic (even if it's also a rhyme) and also use
 it as your poems title.


Details | Tanka | |

Sunlit Streamers

a walk through bare trees sunlit streamers warm my face these woods call my name the last snow melts underfoot as rainbows wrap me in spring By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders for Forest Lights contest (Carolyn Devonshire)


Details | Haiku | |

Spring's Arrival

Sun peeking thru clouds,
Smiling at the news of Spring.
Appreciation.


Details | Free verse | |

Sow in the spring, reap in the autumn

Grass is green, flowers bloom, bees are buzzing
The sunshine gleams so bright, warm and golden
The sky is blue and clear, almost here is the spring.

Here is jolly March wind playing jokes with fun 
Turning umbrellas inside out, fragrant fresh air
Whispering in each ear to wake up seeds soon.

Never mind March! You are not bad, or in anger
You are only blowing the winter away for April
It is the rainbow month of spring time shower.

Lots of pretty flowers bright with lilacs and daffodil
The shining roofs, summer in light, winter in shades 
The little clouds go by with the windy warm April.

Oh, happy sounds of May! Hum of the buzzing bees
The song of gentle breeze, chirping of birds younger
The days are warm, by the evening fresh air cools. 
 
Spring- the taste of prosperity, of adversity in winter,
The twig bare in winter, in spring green with glitters
Spring is recognized not by men but by plants sooner.
 
Month of May comes, makes to blossom all lusty hearts
Like herbs and trees do to bring the fruit and flourish
Boost lambs and lovers to spring and flourish in lusty deeds.

                            +++
August 22, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Fourth Place Win
Contest: Season's bliss by Regina


Details | Haiku | |

Fluffy Stuff

blowing snow
reminiscent of 
cottonwood fluff in spring


Details | Iambic Pentameter | |

cold memorial weekend dreams

tiny hams of garlic
towering crowns of chives
bursting busty rose tomatoes
clutching lettuce clusters
bulbous purple eggplants
hiding in green velvet 
from the burning touch of sun
another cold wet morning
but hope has turned to promise
and the planting has begun


Details | ABC | |

Moonlit Snow

Another blizzard covers December
Enveloping fields--golden hills,
Inviting January's kaleidoscopic luminescence.
Moonlit night--opulent playful quivers.
Rolling sparkling terraces unfold--
Vivid, white, xilinous--
Yankee zephyrs.


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The Trees

The Trees Dawn Redwood Golden needles Grace accentuated Bare limbs Hold snow Like loose cloak Spring green comes forth Nest appear in safe place Eggs hatch


Details | Rhyme | |

Plea to a globe in the oven

A little stream of bubbling sizzles, 
Came near my toes and through my fingers.
As I was watching the air flow, 
My heart was racing, then went slow. 
I couldn’t cope with all the stress;
This anxious, noisy, grey regress. 

The aching longing for a breeze,
Even the slight wind of a sneeze,
Would calm the skin and the forehead 
And rinse the heat with chill instead.
If jumping clouds would cure this mood,
And concrete buildings stripped to nude… 

Blow ice drops near the neck, oh Pole!
Cover this rock’s feeble shield’s hole!
Make streets gently slide and noses frost,
Take the breath of the core home at last!
Fly to the far corners of both Norths,
Bombard the middle with freezing slopes!


Details | Imagism | |

Rhythm of hope

To you, my companion of rhapsody;
Whisper in the white pines of winter.
I hear you, a bohemian spirit.
Rise to touch the sky, it’s your music.
I reflect and see you in a still pond,
White clouds parade seasons across the blue,
An epiphany, as time passes.
Long dry grasses of winter rustle,
I see your heart bristle off the dust.
In rivulets of melting snow, a thaw.
You murmur, the growing time is coming;
Yes, we can sing the robins song and rejoice.


Details | Free verse | |

Hello Summer

I feel the summer day that slowly Climbs up to my being I hear the music of summer breeze, It makes my heart dancing Hello, summer I wanted to sing Closely at the rainbow sky And embrace the clouds That spring through the air Hello, summer Time has come to see you once again I see the clear blue sky, That invokes me to fly high I feel my spirit rise and Soar like a wind, Birds shall chant in every grove And winds will puff its power from above Hello, summer I shall walk on the fields of meadow And the trees are my shade From the sunlight that you’d give Soon, the fragrance of flowers Will go with my rambling Would you sing together? With the dancing clouds at the sky These forests soon shall dance again The mountains can evenly hear your song And the falling waters shall be sung with you Wide streams adhere listening in their fall But soon the sun with gentle rays Will fall down to the cool ocean Where his voyage ends Hello summer, I will see you again Written By : Cheryl Aldea Summer Contest - ( Debbie Guzzie)


Details | Haiku | |

Stay Still

<                                    rustic overtures
                           reflects mirrored images .... off
                                    motionless water


Details | Than-Bauk | |

I'm Not Finished With You Yet Mister

<                                           feet in the Sand
                                              stars dance Planned so
                                              take Hand my love

                                              dock of the Bay
                                              where we Lay catch
                                              moon Rays nice hues

                                              here comes the Sun
                                              new days Fun I'm
                                              not Done with you

                                                                
                                              
Written by 
Katherine Stella 4/11/2012

Entry For
Nette Onclaud's
Than Bauk 
A Twilight Contest
G.L. All                                              


Details | Rhyme royal | |

Summer Enchanting

The morning sun arising into view,
Sends forth his rays to warm each butterfly.
He quickly shines his light to sparkle dew.
Then, paints the earth with beauty from on high.
Sunflowers raise their heads up to the sky.
Then, bumblebees into the flowers sink.
They have their fill of nature’s precious drink.

A child with ribbons flowing from her dress,
Runs laughing through a field with flowers thick.
True love, or not, those petals will confess.
She fills small hands with dandelions, quick.
Then, runs beside her favorite bubbling creek.
And sits upon a rock, to one by one,
Pluck petals from the bloom ‘til love is won.

He loves me; he loves me not; he loves me,
He loves me not; sweetly she chimes with smiles.
Those yellow flowers quickly shall decree,
What fate befalls her love as fancy wiles!
Soon charms of fallen petals, trust beguiles.
Until the yellow roses sent from him,
Reclaims the passion lost upon this whim.

Ó February 8, 2014
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Here Comes the Sun
Sponsored by Francine Roberts


Details | Rhyme | |

The gift of "Old Man Winter"

He unwittingly hovers
       ...blankets of subjective weather
Plastering his artic tundra
Bandaging white clouds together
Blindly...
     ...withholding ill trepedation
Refocused on our tantalization

Frosting earth's core
         .... with an icy show
Monstrously protecting grounds below~

Alerting those...
           ...napping numb spirits
With his icy mantra of sickles and cold
Old Man Winter's snowflakes unfold
Frost bitten chills triumphantly bold

A frothy iced message 
                    ...with wisdom to acquire
...conjuring those with a hidden desire
Here he laughs 
            ...taunting from within
Old Man Winter is relieved again~

As our spent energies are woken
He does not speak...
              ...but has already spoken

His gift...a dormant spectacle found
As winter coats 
                    ....our frosted ground
More time now 
                  .....with winter so cold
Kept indoors
                 ....to ponder wonders untold~


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Winter Tracks

Footprints in the snow,
Long trail of soft impressions:
Searching for Springtime.


Details | Haiku | |

At Water's Edge

Serenity comes
in ripples and silhouttes
and leaves just the same.


Details | Kimo | |

Winter's Blanket

Crystal ice and snowflakes lace cascading
Offspring of powerful winds
Lulling earth into sleep
~*~
02/0213


Details | ABC | |

Autumn Breeze

Autumn brings cold darkness
Enveloping fog gathers
Hanging in joyless khaki
Leaves mound noiselessly
Offering people quiet rustles
Should the unsuspecting vegetation
Whirl xcitable-as-a young zephyr




Please excuse the minor indescretion on the last line :)


Details | Quatrain | |

Forecasting Rainbows

The weatherman is predicting rainbows As this early autumn storm passes by A few more weeks to enjoy the warmth Before southward the geese start to fly... I savor his words this fall evening As I watch the pink clouds in the sky The world could use a bit of soft color Knowing soon the last faded rose will die....


Details | Sonnet | |

Autumn Arrival

The stained 
glass fragile 
face of the blue 
sky 
Gently whispers 
the arrival of 
shorter days.
As boring 
laziness of 
summer days 
kiss the earth 
goodbye
Bright sun 
artistically 
paint the day 
with chill rays 
Beneath the 
merriment of 
yellow and red 
colors of 
sycamore 
leaves
Perfumes of 
the stealing 
autumn arrest 
my keen nostrils
As busy-laden 
squirrels hustle 
nuts with belief,
Mine eyes are 
fed with 
everlasting 
thrills
Soon, the 
sentry poplars 
shall undress to 
yield wind 
request 
And dance 
naked before 
the scented 
daylight
Their ripped 
fruits dangling 
like damsel's 
breasts
Shall kiss the 
bright-yellow 
lips of sunlight
Then, autumn 
has cursed the 
earth with her 
chill wand
And all shall 
dance her 
drumming band
  


Details | Light Poetry | |

Autumn is Here

The wind picks up,
blustery and bold,
scattering leaves
of red and gold.

Sun's warmth fades
in cold wind's bite.
With another whoosh
leaves take flight.

They fly, they fall,
they tumble about.
Summer is gone, 
there is no doubt.

Autumn takes hold
with a harsh shout.
Her colourful dancers
flying about.

Trees bob and weave.
They sway to and fro.
Leaves fall down
like colourful snow.

Autumn is here,
animated and wild,
throwing a tantrum
like a petulant child


Details | Rhyme | |

My quiet place

My swing is made from braided ropes 
I feel the summer's end 
The charming wind will sometimes come
To call me back again  

And though the year has taken toll
The path sometimes too steep 
The mountain hymns will softly fall  
To shepherd me to sleep


Details | Free verse | |

I don't want to leave my HOME - 2

I breathe the beginning of new life in the spring
I feel the gentle gift of life giving rain
I see the newborn Fawn standing on her own
I plant the seeds of my hunger, hues of Flowers, easy on the Eyes
 
The warmth of the Summer Sun, heats my heart and Soul
The soft summer rain splashes in the Gardens
The vegetables grow while Flowers rainbow the scenery
The gentle wind whispers with the melody of the songbirds
 
As the Hues of the leaves sparkle along the Landscape
As fall's sunsets rainbow the colorful sights below
As the Northwind slowly begins to show it's rage
As nature's creatures scurry to fill for winter's wrath
 
When the winter wind begins to howl barren trees stand tall
When the angery snow defiles Mother Nature's Beauty 
When the Ice shimmers upon the frozen lakes
When I look  I see the beauty of my life, my Home


Details | Dizain | |

A September Morning

Bundled up against the chill morning air
I sit on my deck soaking up the sun.
The deer below nibble leaves without care.
My presence here no longer makes them run,
they will tolerate me 'til they are done.

The September sky is so bright and blue.
Beautiful days like this will soon be few.
We must enjoy them while they are still here
for much too soon this summer will be through
and I'll have no more mornings with the deer.



                  ~~~~ ~~~~ ~~~~

Francine Roberts 06/09/2011
dizain- ababb ccdcd - 10 syllables per line
for Dr. Ram Mehta's "Dizain " contest


Details | Couplet | |

On Brighton Beach

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

Deciduous Trees

Bare limbs shivering
In January’s chilled wind
Deciduous trees


Details | Tail-rhyme | |

January Trees

Branches sway in the dark cold breeze Moving like they were in a freeze Colorful they once were Their beauty puts me on my knees Never did they want to displease Dormant they are for sure
Russell Sivey Entrant into Black Eyed Susan's "Your favorite tail rhyme, past or present" contest 11/15/2012


Details | Rhyme | |

winter song

I’ve felt the seasons each with passing time
each with weather tuned to its own phase
winter brings a cold I may not survive
if it weren’t for warmth that comes in its own ways

some say what’s in the sky depends on what’s in your mind
but how can you light a fire when the rain won’t dry?
to me seems like a big thing to deny
in the long run, just a different way to lie

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud the sky

spring is bright and warm on certain days
summer is the single most bold
autumn is bright and warm on certain days
they all bring their days of dark, dark cold

winter’s frost forms in ways unclear
many of these chills i cannot relieve
the other seasons hint its coming’s near 
kinda like winter never leaves

bring your ice, bring your frost
bring your chills, don’t count the cost

bring your winds, make things die
have no mercy, cloud my sky


Details | Rhyme | |

Nightfire

Azure skies are soundly sleeping.
Night blooms on in retrospect.
In the silence trees are weeping;
bending sadly with regret.

All their blazing glory's muted.
yet they'll proudly rise again.
For this chill of dark well suited.
Sun last seen was not in vain.

While the storms and gales surround
Nothing's greener than what's falling.
In the distance a frozen sound.
Bitter winds are far off calling.

Yet as the night fires turn to ashes
dawn awakes and rears it's head.
Sparks of color come in flashes.
Cloaks of black are quickly shed.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 06

wind blasts trees
naked as newborn birds...
cascade of snowflakes
Honorable Mention "Suit Yourself Contest" Sponsored by: Brian Strand 02/17/2012


Details | Verse | |

Cactus Heart Part 2 contest

You would assume I am thirsty in this dyer heat,
Or that my needles would cause others to depart,
You would conclude that my flowers were only for show
Or that if someone didn’t water me I would never mature,
But what you don’t see in plain eye sight
Is that I am flourishing with waters of integrity and stability,
Under these thorns you call choked up defenses
Breeds the strength to survive all shames and facades,
According to you I require little maintenance… but I know better,
I know how to absorb all I need during storms and tranquility,
For I was strategically placed in this atmosphere,
So all I need dwells in my structure enabling me to live victoriously,
Beasts may lurk when sandstorms arise,
And mirages may cause others to be mislead
Signs and wonders May appear in fallen sky’s to deceive
Weary soldiers may forget to defend and retreat
I stand my post and flaunt my spears,
For a cactus heart survives all endeavors.


Details | Blank verse | |

Black Bear Roams Camden

a black bear roams the yards
of Camden residents
was tranquilized moments ago

she had come accustomed to being fed
by the hand of humans
an accident waiting to happen

looking into that pathway
of my woods sitting from my daybed 
my heart races as I 
imagine her coming toward me
standing on her hind legs
front paws waving at me
as her terrifying growls
burst from her mouth
sharp teeth 

breaking down my sliding glass door
to feed on my flesh
her massive beastly power scares me
into submission
as i play dead


Details | Haiku | |

Summer Dandelion

dry brown summer grass dandelions gone to seed goldfinch eat their fill


Details | Haiku | |

Ancient Barlett Pear

.
                                                Ancient Barlett Pear
                                    Orange leaves dance reflect light...
                                           Lone pear splats 'on earth


Details | Quatrain | |

THE COUNTRYSIDE IN WINTER

The countryside in winter,
Has a wondrous rustic charm.
Everything so picturesque,
The woods, the fields and farms.

The land is blanketed in snow,
The trees in garlands, white,
That sparkle just like diamonds,
Beneath the bright moonlight.

The brook that babbles gaily,
Through the wood beneath the trees,
Is icey now but babbles yet,
And shimmers 'gainst the freeze.

All is quiet save the brook,
Through Winter's icey chill,
Until the warmth of Spring returns,
To bring the song bird's trill.


Details | Tanka | |

Taking Turns

<                                       iron propeller
                                 sitting entrance to driveway
                                   slowly turning blades
                              like the hands of time on clock 
                                 longing for extra seconds 


                                    Hummingbirds buzzing
                              red gold blue and green headed 
                                    just waiting for turns
                               to capture it's own bountys
                                   succulant sugar water  



Written By 
Katherine Stella 9/13/2011

Entry For Francine Roberts
The View-A Tanka Contest
G.L. All


Details | Ballad | |

The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


Details | Rhyme | |

Springtime with Edouard Manet

Easter is a time where we construe
The beauty of renewal blooming through
Little birds that chirp above the vales
While sweeter ladies peep at passing males

Charming is the humour passing round
Faint scent of Tulips, Daffodils abound
Strolling couples giggle by a stream
Planning the delights they like to dream

Gazebos filled with bands that blow their brass
Shiny belts and buckles, best in class
‘Le déjeuner sur l'herbe’ a luncheons treat
A very Manet way in which to meet

Ah Easter is a time for daring stuff
Two clothed men that dine with naked fluff
At last the joys of springtime are revealed
Milk white flesh and precious else concealed

©david byrne Easter 2012 


Details | Rhyme | |

Nature's Single Dads - The Australian Emu

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

to be continued...


Details | Free verse | |

Lil' Spring flowers

And along came the lil’ Spring flowers,
in there amongst the springing grass

Distended visions before me,
as if I were not there

In the garden
yesss
the flowers did belong,
and I at the distance
yesss
where I did fit in

I felt the soft heat
and 
that scream;

“it’s Spring !”
  


Details | Haiku | |

Cherry Blossoms Bee

Cherry blossoms call, beckon nature's majesty-- and the humble bee.


Details | Haiku | |

blood-streaked snow

blood-streaked snow -
wolves watch their cubs
play with kill


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter

House stands in mock defiance
of blustery winds that blow,
ice crystals pelting windowpanes,
precede the winter snow.

Barren limbs stretch to sky,
frost hardened furrowed fields
await the winter season,
anxious for spring yields.

Landscapes agonize for change,
snow flurries soon appear,
covering white dear Mother Earth
at closing of each year.

Rosy cheeked with numbing lips,
we bundle 'gainst the cold,
frozen ponds bid winter games
that never shall grow old.

Nestled 'neath Granny's quilts
while fireplace crackles warm,
tranquil peace now settles
thru' winter wind and storm.


Details | Haiku | |

Lamb Chop went to the Barber

emerald green pasture
sheep graze contentedly
sporting fresh hair cuts


Details | Acrostic | |

AUTUMN COLORS 2

Autumn colors are produced by transformation of pigments
Undetectable by the naked eyes;this color initially
Transforms green to yellow and orange,then red complements
Under bright sunny days,and cool nights following partially
Many trees display their brightest colors during the day,
New leaves are protected from the harmful effects of light,
Chlorophyll absorbs blue light before reflecting the ray,
On the leaves which absorb blue-green and make it bright,
Leaf peepers observe this foliage display with serious keen,
Often children born during this Fall are said to live longer,
Red leaves on apples which attract birds and insects are seen,
Shedding of leaves before snowfalls makes trees stronger.




Details | Couplet | |

Memories On Branches

New buds growing crisp and green in sheer delight.
Singing birds come home to roost,on trees alight.

Now butterflies seek nectar in the sunny fields.
Farmers go to market with their summer yields.

Hills cascade with color as the deer grow fat.
Families gathered to eat turkey witness that.

Time draws nigh to hang the lights of sparkling hues.
Icy branches beautify,snowmen amuse!


written March 13th 2014 for Gail's contest


Details | Quintain (English) | |

The Scent of Lilacs

The door is open, the breeze blows in.
The sun is shining ever so bright.
The breeze tickles the lilacs, I breathe them in.
Their scent fills me with delight.
There's a glorious day in sight.

Spring ! oh Spring ! We waited so long
for you to put an appearance in.
The wait was worth it, I'm not wrong.
This beautiful day will begin
with the  lilacs fragrance within.

They are the flower of Spring, 'tis true.
Shortlived but fragrant beyond compare.
So before we must bid them a sad adieu
let their fragrance fill the air.
Breathe in the scent of lilacs so fair.


Details | Haiku | |

Scent of Spring

gentle breeze
carries faint sweet fragrance
scent of spring


Details | Diamante | |

The Moon

Moon Big, orange Rising, glowing, forecasting Preparing for Autumn's harvest Recurring, enticing, enthralling Amazing, reflective Satellite


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring on the Prairie

Wind swept  prairie land
Across it's southern band
The buds of early spring
Bring new life to everything
The wind blows from the south
Melting snow at the rivers mouth
Grass turning from brown to green
The prairies a pretty scene
Crows arrive from their long flight
They  caw in the early morning light
The gentle falling rain
Melts the snow once again
the suns radiant rays
Shines brightly through the day
Spring has arrived once more
On the Sask. prairie floor.


Details | Verse | |

The Winter Season

        The Winter Season
My body is crying, Fall is leaving
The sensitive moon is screaming
The stars is losing their nocturnal fans
Their admiring nights is disappearing
My body is yelling, Winter is coming
 
The lakes are complaining for visitors
The beaches are sadly missed by their vibrators
I desire my forestry strolls with my birthday suit
Which's so magnetic for the sexuals admirators
Against the cold season, we need the advocators

My body is trembling, my tears are frozen
In the forest, woods are selected by dozen
To create a warming fire with marshmallows
Even though the sweaters act like good citizen
My skin is metamorphosing like a flower wizen


Details | Free verse | |

Autumn's Blush

It's October now;
the air seems somewhat cooler
than my thoughts, yet, I can feel
the warmth in the breeze as it kisses
the trees.
They're turning slightly red
as I did, and am now, in remembering
when our lips first met.

It won't be long now
till they undress;
all good things fall
naked beneath covers of white.
Soon they'll reach out in anticipation
and feel the first few flakes of innocence
covering them deep within layers of thought.

They'll be less red then,
and more at ease in their nakedness
as they breathe deeper.

The wind's changing pitch again,
it's rising high in the hills,
falling low through the valley below.
I can feel it shifting with my thoughts
as I pull back the layers of my own mind.
It's no longer cool, this air, but rather warm
as it mingles your scent with memory, this day.

It's October, yet, I wonder,
will I too fall naked
and less red before autumn's passing?

The wind is calm right now,
it's pausing, but it's still October
and the trees are still slightly red
although I, I am more autumn-like
than they, in my remembering.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Winter Pledge

A beautiful white blanket covers the vast 
expanse...
Flakes mingle with the wind and they 
begin to dance.

The sun plays hide and seek, behind the 
wintry sky.
Autumn bows out, signaling a taunting 
goodbye...
 
The night beckons, as the day draws to a 
close...
Pledging a secret promise, of a wintry  
tomorrow.














 


Details | Rhyme | |

Soul of a Tree

I stand strong and very tall-
My leaves are given every fall-
People come, and people go-
My leaves I gracefully wish to show-
Most people really do not look at me-
For if they did my true beauty they’d see-
Every year I grow an inch-
That time to me seems much a cinch-
For I have lived many long years-
Waiting for unruly ears-
To hear the secrets given to me alone-
For I am silent much as a stone-
But every now and then-
Much like a sleeping bear within his den-
I come to life, I speak my mind-
Some people to me will find-
I have much to say, for them to hear-
Secrets hidden amongst a tear-
Of friends, of love, of heartbreaking tragedies-
But also of the ones of remedies-
Of new found hope, they tell me stories-
Since of the secrets they have no worries-
For I have much to say, to them to hear-
Secrets forgotten amongst my tear-


Details | Verse | |

Freedom Flow



_______________________________________ Jagged cliffs spilling the birth of spring chant murmurous whispers of beauty Each rainbow holding a memory in misty emotions hang breathless Where echoes falling from canyon heights bring a glistening hymnal to life And I, lone drifting back through this dream drown in a flooding moment of need _______________________________________ Poet - Rick Parise Contest - SOME FORM OF CRYSTALLINE Date - 11 - 2 - 2014


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sacred Mother Earth- Colors Of Nature

Oh Great Woman of all Nature
  Mother of our Divinely blessed, sacred Earth
Your beauty has kissed my lips
  with the splendor of your clear, sapphire skies
 

The golden, moon bathed Sands
  that are gently caressed
 by your crystal blue clear flowing rivers
Your gentle rain that ascends from the Heavens above
  to delicately soothe and blend
with tears that flow from the broken hearted
 

Your moist, emerald green hills 
 filled with enchanting, lovely flowers 
of every elegant shade and hue
I have beheld the splendid beauty…
 of your green weeping willow's gracious bows and limbs
of iridescent greens and golds
that whisper gently in your swaying, languid winds
 

I have witnessed golden eagles fly so gracious and free
  in your pictorial, periwinkle blue skies
I've feasted my eyes on the sublime splendor
  of your enchanting, golden harvest moon
as its elegant beauty paints a rose, gold, splendid image 
  so deep within my mind
 

All your violet-blue endless horizons
  Your smoky, gray mountains so grand
in the rose blue cool light of dawn
  Your chattering bird songs in skies of azure blue
The fragrant scent of amber gold pinecones
   in the sparkle of the crystal clear early morning dew
 

I pay Ode’ to you Great Mother Nature
  for every golden ray of sun that warmed my skin
that hangs brilliant and dazzling...
   in your glorious skies of cerulean blue


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Fall

sliding carpet;
leaves gently move
under the tree


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Mothers-of-the-evening

Their days in the sun are fulfilled. Their once bright pink and white petals now lie withered and brown beneath the dead wavering naked stalks that once connected each cluster. Hesperis matronalis Gone are their aromatic scents that had tantalized all that passed their many clustered colonies. Gone are my nightly fragrant walks among their unseen loveliness. Gone with them are my joys of spring and what remains are memories of their fulfilling presence here.


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Rakes and Flames

As the dawn expells its authoritive cast; they awake, but are abandoned. They
turn--but their friend the sun ignores  and they understand.   They commune
their relationship and part with their memories;   and sigh.

They say their good-byes in a tone of fullfilment, but aface their anxieties
toward the skies for hope; but are denied. A clouded sky brings a chill in the 
air and a rustling of rakes and flames. 

Old as hell, written in HS for publication, circa 1971 by me. When I was young in the 60's in Ohio, we burned leaves in our backyard; sometimes our household trash too. You had to be me to be there GV. Count me in as last place. Take care.  


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Sunday's Gift Out On The Porch

Nip in the air speaks loudly
Seek a warmer place in the sun
Sun slowly speaks with a southern drawl
Her lavender dress creeping behind 
Trailing a beautiful skirt on morn's horizon
Max, Maximilian Sunflower almost outsparkles the early sun
The sun that slowly glows orange through the Leland Cyrpress and woodsy trees
Whitey waits huddled against the corner post cold needing Sun to hurry along so she can 
climb onto the roof enjoying the radiant heat
Nip wants to send me away so that warmth will penetrate aching bones
Desiring to visit with the weak crowing rooster's song for just a moment longer
Those moments that are swiftly passing now as the sun's radiant golden light comes higher
with sun loosing her gown of lavender
Becoming naked before the earth for their joining of spirits to reciprocate love for each other
Thanks to God for the day and for the life and beauty to enjoy once more!


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our too brief enjoyment

the green folliage

that once lined this country road

replaced with yellow and red

Autumn wears festive colours

for our too brief enjoyment


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Rainy days

Stiff clouds swell over city
graying every muscle, brutal thunder voices
happy snails bother slippery walls.


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All About Her

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Never-Ending

In the center I sit.
Unraveling a core,
I lay it by the shore.
It’s a wondrous fit.
 
It is in pieces by a bit.
It sails an ocean floor.
It has a rip where tore.
It makes the seas split.
 
It travels day and night.
A never-ending drift,
It is brilliantly bright.
Moving along so swift!
 
It travels a path lit by a Star,
Rendering miles that are afar!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2007


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Are You Sure It's Spring

tiny flakes
drift like flower petals
east wind blowing spring snow


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Hope

Today I saw a tree trunk,
Growing through a fence.
Metal bars pierced, as it grew,
It almost didn’t make sense.

Sap oozed out its flesh,
Where the spike had bored.
Victim of its own success,
As if it had fell upon its sword.

I wondered if the tree was wise,
That growing meant having to agonize.
The tree didn’t seem to mind though,
As it stretched toward the rainbow..


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Autumn

Withered fallen leaves
In shades of orange and red
Gathered on my lawn


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Autumn Filigree

The gray haze of autumnal fog drenches the leave-strewn grass. Trance-like, lain within the wet air, like babies breath, the leaves fall. A soft, damp, blanket of gold, filigree, edges the green cloak of the Mother, Her garb lays adorned with a pointed patterns of earthly stars. Warmed so, by the abundance of her children; caressed by the love of the Father, beloved, the Mother yawns.... stirring the leaves, yet again, the leaves arise.


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Shades of Green

In the spring when the earth spills forth with color and the trees multiply shades of green, 
nature is truly amazing.



I slowly watch the ever changing days.
New life begins it's mystery multiplying shades,
of green.
When heaven's grace washes it's refreshing rains
upon the earth,
no better time to dream,
sitting on my front porch swing,
in the early spring.
I listen to the waterfall and hear the angels whispering call,
in the early spring.
Truly amazing is all the trees,
multiplying shades of green.
I feel the refreshing sunshine upon my face,
when heaven spills forth it's grace,
upon the daisies now in bloom,
spreading their scent of sweet perfume,
in the early spring.
No better place to catch the view than on my front porch swing.
I listen to the sweet little tunes of the birds that sing,
and watch the flowers and trees in bloom,
multiply shades of green.


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mountain spire

mountain spire
capped with sparkling snow –
eagles circle

Ó November 27, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


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Life Battles

Frigid winds approach,
Determined leaf flaps in gloom:
Grasped to branch of life.


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Autumn's furlough

Slow dance weather’s well                                                                                           
Faded leaf kicks last hurrah                                                                                          
work done coming home


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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...


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Out of the blue

atop of the world,
four long months of summer light-
ne'er a star in sight


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BREATHING

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

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

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


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Love Beneath Autumn Sky

We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.

We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.

We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.

Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. 
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.

Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.


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The Passing of Summer

Do you feel the breath of autumn upon your neck?
The smell of damp leaves in the predawn gloom

A pallid sun rises without warmth
Too far away, too far away

So soon the time for rest is upon us
Leaves flame red and orange on the branch in timely tribute

The queen of summer has played her last song
And in requiem we lament her passing




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TOUCH ME-DUSK

Trees
in bloom
with a pink
background so soothing,
may I long ponder, 
fervently contemplate 
each creation that stuns me?  
Why does the stubborn disbeliever
stare at it and show resistance
to believe that all He created isn't real?


I touch the image of the peaceful dusk
and feel much serenity inside, 
thinking of the day life will end...
when I will placidly rest 
as the rose-colored lake;
and if somebody
remembers me,
toss a rose
into
it.


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Onclaud's  contest,
" Touch Me- Count Up And Down Contest "


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Blooming Flowers

My petals open,
Into many bright colors,
I represent spring.


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Tiny Warriors

Rocket from your tree Speeding toward the yellow and red target you see Angrier than a stepped on honey bee Inspiring your rabid attack, like a flea Tiny warriors doing aerial battle Hovering in and out of a man made flower Fighting over the sweet nectar that brings power Appearing, as though, your wings move 400 miles per hour Your throats are bleeding red While your swords stab again and again Determined to be the first to free sugar water from its plastic pen Fueling your mission to power your Zen Pointing your compass to where it’s warmer Your internal gauge tells you the days are getting shorter Off on your journey without the benefit of a porter Traveling to a land south of the border Marching in a zigzag line With every opportunity sipping on nature’s nectar wine Relocating to where the weather remains prime Awaiting the time for nature’s General to signal another battle chime By: Richard J. Long – June 2011


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Changing Colors



Colors of beauty that I love to see
From a distance you can look at me
Surrounded by falling leaves at the roadside
Full of happiness in my heart that I want to glide

Trees everywhere changing its colors
Mostly orange, red, and pink that I adore
Each breath of air show us its autumn day
Let celebrate outside by walking happily

Feels the coolness of the clear water at the lake
I sit on the bench and listen to the sound of leaves
A place to stay, I feel like I’m living in a dream world
Even fairies appreciate this breathtaking view to behold

Trees form like a crown at the palace in the East
Bridge look like red carpet as I walk in the forest
Smiling to the great blessing that God gave us
Autumn, a season of mist and mellow fruitfulness



October 26, 2012
PD's Second Change Poem Contest
7th Place Winner



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A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


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male red cardinal

male red cardinal clings to tender spring green branch.... both blown by east wind


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Bluebell Wood

Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
Each one echoing a late spring breeze,
The ethereal blue reaches far and wide,
Rippling just like the ocean’s tide.

The first signs of summer tease,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
To welcome the season of the sun,
The bluebells sing each and every one.

And children dream of a sandy beach,
The summer fun is in their reach,
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees,
These sunny days a silent reprise.

Mystic rhymes to call the fae,
In this wooded realm where fairies play,
Enchantments bring a gentle ease;
Bells ring beneath a canopy of trees.





Form: Emphat, Emphat


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Cold Season

My wool cap on head
Welcoming the cold season,
In need of fire logs.



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A Storm's Wrath

A Storm's Wrath 

thunder from dark, dark skies once were they brilliant blue
 swirling are the leaves that mighty wind has now thrown
buckets of cold hard rain the starved earth does quench
 as gliding winged eagles do fly among the darkened clouds
strong waves of storm's might pushing them soaring all about
 as lightning strikes objects resting tall upon sodden ground
life marvels at Nature's massive stormy blasts and loud show
 hiding now are the creatures that earlier were out to play
spiteful wind rips the trees that stand defiantly in it's way
 floods fill the deep burrows where so many wild critters hide
with no fear of Nature's wrath and it's dark, stormy wet ride
 time stops Nature's wrath slowly gliding along it's endless path...

Robert L. 05-13-2014


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beasts preparing seek

beasts preparing seek... delicious nuts, hibernates sleep surrenders chill


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Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


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A Spring Kiss 2K13

Solo sylvan-hued
Oregon Grape postures firmly;
Spring kisses blossoms golden.


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In A May

The sun in a summer
Had her warm shower
In a rain
And in a final touch
Making up her face
In a brook
Her glance
Of light enhance
In a grace
Mountains of distance
Had met my sight
In a greet
Meadows of green
In a calling of flowers
Of blossom praise of great
Boon boon
Summer boon
In a may 
  Pick of youth
Pleasant in a may


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Summer's Slumber -Kissing The Moon

                                                            
                                                                    **~~**

 
  The balmy summer breeze 
Gently caresses the harvest saffron moon
  While it dreams memories of autumn’s golden red kiss
Trees are shedding their emerald green summer tresses
  Kindly kissing the Earth as their garments fall gently below
And flowers have shed their vivid colorful dresses
  As crimson amber leaves gently anoint the ground for show
 
While Summer sheds her beautiful clothes -
  Mother Nature lovingly seduces her to dream
She's kissed the shore with her elegant colorful attire
  She has painted the world with her exquisite apparel 
So now it's time for her yearly seasonal retire
  She paraded us with her resplendent painted scenes
Blessed the birds in their angelic symphony of songs
  So now -it’s time for her to drink the dreams of slumber
Taking the cup of restful sleep - is now where she belongs
 
She asks the moon to wait patiently...
  For her splendid colorful return
When she'll paint the world with her radiant painted tresses
  Where once more her regal colors will burn
She'll brush the Earth in regal glorious colors 
  Dressing up again in her brilliant, picturesque dresses
As the ruby red blaze of autumn begins to kiss the Earth 
  With her dazzling hues of gold and coral valor 

But before she goes...
  She gently reaches out with her one last caress...
Softly whispering as she sweetly kisses the moon
  ”It’s time now for fall - it’s time for me to undress”
She softly breathes her dulcet ending tune...
  "Goodnight", she gently whispers ...
"I’ll see you soon Mr. Moon
   Please...will you wait for my return? 

Quietly - she drifts into her splendid, peaceful dreams…
  Slumbering peacefully - 
Safely harbored in Mother Nature’s loving arms 
  As mellow zephyrs gently caress autumn's waiting whispers
While the moon drizzles its shimmering dusty charms
  Serenading nature with his soft silvery tune 
As this luminous gleaming Luna Mister 
  Cordially opens his welcoming hands 
To September's colors of orange and golden browns
Awaiting the arrival of dancing petals
As he gently embraces autumn's leaf draped lands 

Next he’ll greet the season’s sister 
  From the pristine silverblue Northern Isles...
Awaiting dancing ivory snowflakes he'll cheerfully greet winter 
  With his warm welcoming golden smile 

 


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I'm Not Expecting

i’m not expecting…
fish bids summer goodbye, with 
spectacular leaps


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Rocky Mountain High

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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Nature's Melody

                                                              Birdsong
                                                        fills the spring air, 
                                                      serenading new life.
                                                A chorus of insects joins in
                                                              the song.


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oaks

tasseled old oak trees a living aviary.... spring music surrounds


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Rosebud

Fragrant crimson rose
Natures botanical gift
Flourishes at dawn


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Uncle January

January's cousin Fall left in a fit
For January brought her friend, Wind howling long
Denuded the trees of all their gowns knit
Now her great Aunt Spring feels no way strong

Great Aunt Spring has gone underground safely
Hidden from January's cold icy tricks
Underground or faraway supersafely
Waiting for Spring's return with corner tricks

Spring has a way to drive cold January
Far away up to Canada's great north
Where January cold winter wind that's airy
Really belongs, yeah Spring come forth

Birds and animals with heavy coats sing
With January but rejoice when enters spring

(Had started this one for a contest)


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ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


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CRYSTALLINE #2

The fallen leaves of September
Are covered with snow in December


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FLAMING RED LEAVES DECORATING HIGHWAY TREES

I rode daily through Waterbury rocky hills
when Spring and Fall enchanted drivers
who saw evergreen tops vacillate over dreamy landscapes;
and between then and now...Autumn
still dazzles me more with its flaming red leaves
decorating highway trees, one never feels afraid or alone.


Stop to admire jessamines and sweet peas cling to reddish barks,
as they spread their aroma while sunshine makes lightening sparks
among wide branches bearing no fruit of any kind;
take the same highway and watch deers run wild! 




Notation: Waterbury, CT 

Written by Andrew Crisci
for Russell Sivey's contest,
" Autumn Splendor "


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SHELTER YOURSELF FROM UNHAPPY THOUGHTS

Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and an unwanted sneeze:
think of sunshine when dreary days make you shiver...
winter is well-known for the deep sadness of its bare trees
and the absence of flowers and birds that were everywhere. 


Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts,
don't a be victim of undesired frustration and loneliness,
take a long walk in the falling snow: see the fluffy snowflakes dance...
gladly accept godly gifts without bows. 


Shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts
by remembering the days spent on sunny shores:
those pristine beaches where the midday sun was strong and burned...
go back there by using your fantasy when you'll be bored.


Haven't I given you many useful hints how to avoid those so-hated winter blues? 
It takes little effort to shelter yourself from unhappy thoughts and never lose!


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Farewell to Summer Haiku

Lazy day lying
Summer is ready to leave
Season is ending


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Startled Grasshoppers

A floral blanket of silence
Lies out across the desert

Nothing moves-not air
Nor trees
       Nor blades of grass

The ogre’s breath is held
Suspended, then expelled

Stomping his feet,
Flashing his eyes,
Grumbling, the ogre

Blows
And, grumbling, cries
Fat sheeted tears –

Trees quickly bow
Shaken green heads as
The silent blanket erupts
In oceanic waves
Of startled grasshopper minions


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Snow Day

A bitterly cold day entered.
Front gathered hard -- imagine jagged knives.
Looks more northerly, opined pundits,
Quite raw -- snow tires useful.
Very wondrous; xerophytes yearning zocalo. 


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Grassland

An eagle soars above green crested waves
Of prariegrass riding on midsummer rays
An oasis of trees in the open grassland
With more life to show than is shown on one hand
For little is seen but a breath here or there
From a bird or a fox to the small browning hare
A thundercloud sits out upon the horizon
With a roar seldom heard since the days of the bison
A wind welcomed in but soons settles down
Stirring the heads of the grass all around
A sparrow takes flight to head to a place
Bathed in the glow of the warm suns embrace
From blue to dark black the sky will soon change
Bringing a rest to the day of the range


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There is a wood inside my heart

Wind blows soft on my bare arms
I ride through deep green woods.
These simple pleasures all I love,
Air on my skin feel good.

The wind shakes leaves for  sidelong sun
To make her pictures from.
So much,so rich the offerings
This is senses' realm.

Alone in woods, I plight my troth
To earth and gods thereof.
I sing my own sweet melodies,
To solitude and love.

Far from the maddening crowds of folk,
I hear earth's own true songs.
And then refreshed by woodland charms,
I feel at peace from wrongs

Inside my heart,there is a wood,
And there I shall now dwell.
And so I'll solve the mystery,
Of how we can live well .

Each wood has its particular birds
On tree tops in sunlight.
And each wood has its special song,
And each wood has its sights.

I shall accept the mysteries
Of who has made my wood;
And how we are all joined bodily,
All sharing this green blood.

Deep down we go into our hearts,
To find out who we are.
Just at the deepest,quietest parts
We find all beings there.


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What Time Is It

spring ahead fall back
tick...tock....tick...tock ...  just ticking ...
waiting for Winter 





Gotta Just Love That White Stuff   LOL


Winter Is My Chose For Season Senryu


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Summer's End

Autumn leaves
falling-
Summer Sun's warmth
fading
Surfing temporarily
suspended


Details | I do not know? | |

I recall

I recall 
A sweet, white, quaint and quiet home
The place where no one wished to live
Ideal for the overcoming grief
Once the neighbors had settled they stayed there 
And the newcomers intimidated with foul air 
So neighbors we for centuries knew
I think of misfit as our pool
That near the over consumer put

And when we drained it wasn’t gone 
Instead—a shadow on our yard
The yard that once 
Served as a paradise for us
With aged,unkempt ,yet charming barn
The barn that withered now shrunk

And then—the gentle ribbon of blue
Near which the Fertile Forest grew
The snow which verdant pines highlight
The leaves that gilded in the fall
The delicate buds that grew in spring
And in the summer sap with string
 Inside which that we came to bathe 
The water murky did we care?
And through the stream where trout swam
With glimpse of sun in Humid days

And then the rusted shower cabin
Blackened with rot, yet smell wonderful
Outhouse with a giant black hole 
So enormous you fought not to fall


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Bright-Eyed Breathless

The bright-eyes breathless girl barefoot across fields,
Fading sun in her eyes and her straw hat clasped
With one hand, a sculpture of flawless definition,
Supple animation, spellbound as summer collapsed.
Grey skies spilled chains of rain that melted her dress,
Patterned with daisies until against her lissom figure
Hugged with moisture, a fabric of growing transparency,
She splashed on sodden ground with youthful vigour.
She laughed at nature’s soaking of her golden tresses,
And with balletic grace, her mind absolved of all care
Hurtled gasping through the barn door and fell upon 
New mown hay, bright-eyed breathless and laughing there.  


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Old Bones

sifting through the stones
wrist deep in icy currents
the creak of old bones


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Nature's Ornaments

                      

                                                  sweet gumballs plummet
                                                  to earth from the canopy
                                                     christmas ornaments


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Insomnia

At three in the morning, I lie
awake staring out my window. 

Hundreds of fireflies illuminate
the sapphire darkness of night.

Tiny blinking beacons, they 
guide my thoughts outward,

away from the turbulence of
sleeplessness.

I marvel at God's ingenuity
and picture Edison (inspired

by nature) perfecting the first
practical light bulb.

Having not the inner workings
of genius, I drift off to sleep.



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Lilac Dream

Thou have started a journey so serene.
One that shall take thee into spring,
Enjoying all of nature’s beauty unseen,
Feeling majestic powers, it will bring.

Imagine fragrances warmed by sunshine.
Feel cascading build of warmth around.
Mid day arrives, preparations combine.
As gentle fresh air moves without sound,

Brilliancy around thee captures your breath.
New birth engages your senses so deep.
Sweet visions revive thee, from sudden death.
Sounds caress thine ears, even in sleep.

Thou with thine eyes closed, awareness in smell.
Sensing lilacs, bidding winter farewell,


Written for

Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name Bring on Spring 


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Seasons of Life

Springtime filled with baby's breath,
stretching forth, rising tall.
Unconfined from east to west,
breaking free from every fall.

Summer's heat can't be denied;
playful and unencumbered.
Passion swells as ocean tide;
basking tho days be numbered.

Fall; a reaping of seeds well sown;
settled in comfort earned.
True awakening; life's on loan.
So radiently the leaves have turned.

Winter's rest, a life completed;
asleep within the earth;
silently waiting to be repeated
and spring forth a new birth.


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Summer Displays

~ Enriched meadows bloom ~ . butterflies and buttercups . ~ Summer now displays ~ <*>


Details | Free verse | |

I Am Autumn

I creep behind the sunny meadows
Whirling my flaming gown
I spin the lace of mist and dew
   Of frost and crystal ice
   I shake hands with the poppies
They wilt at the sight of my glare
I sentence death to the fields of green
Spilling red and yellow on the trees
I dip my finger in the snoozing lakes
Freezing their lazy countenance
I poke the bears into their dens
And call out the snow owls
I splatter the scent of cold and rain
And shower sleet from the clouds
I twirl my hair and hear the wolves
Howl their starving cry
I gaze at the span of winnowing wind
Who is seeking me?
Who has seen me?
Nobody will stop me
For I will continue to weave
The blanket of frigid death


Details | Personification | |

Indian Summer

Indian Summer

The poppy said "No",
The nasturtiums said "Wait"
The seedlings were jumping at the gate;

"We have to get through Winter first,"
The old oak spoke, and everyone burst.
The pansies nodded in assent,
With a great deal of sentiment.

He looked down sadly at his girth,
Smiling wryly with perfect mirth;
"Ten more years is all I am worth".

He glanced at the herbs tenderly wilting
And spoke as though his heart were melting
"We have to be patient and wait for Spring,
And there's the catch, it's a learning thing".

"I won't make promises I can't keep
And we all know Winter will put us to sleep".

Summer will rise again, in all it's glory,
And that for now, is the end of my story.


Details | Haiku | |

A Haiku



The little
wildflowers
of spring blanket my
backyard
till the mower
comes.





Details | Quatrain | |

Through My Window

Through My Window

Through my window
     I see spring flowers bloom
          Summer’s blazing sun
               Autumn's vivid plume.

I see white snows of winter
     Watch all the seasons change
          Wonder how this script was written
               And who directs this wondrous stage.

There outside my window
     The seasons go and come
          Life and death are witnessed
               Each does in turn succumb.

Somehow this play of life was written
     Only outlines of a show
          Scenes filled by our words and actions
               Those to come will know.

What will the story be?
     What act are they to follow?
          The script not yet all written
               Nor the ending of our show.

As I’m looking through my window
     And the many years that passed
          I can so enjoy the memories
               That thankful I was cast. 


Details | Tanka | |

Golden glory

A golden leaf, silently falling
Returning to earth that created it earlier
Gently... slowly...  breezily 'tis transported
Landing humbly on its side, bowing, submitting
Its end has arrived, it demurely relinquishes



Details | Free verse | |

Sweeping Leaves in the Wind

There is something strangely satisfying
About sweeping leaves in the wind.
It's like a therapy for the soul.
As the impish zephyrs play
With a rustle of laughter
Tumbling through;
Sometimes for,
Some against, the action of my toil.
With the rhythmic swish of my broom
The breeze blows and the branches bow,
Scattering Nature's confetti.

A tree lives a lifetime every year.
From the youth of Spring through Summer's prime,
To the regal twilight of Autumn,
Reminding us that there is such beauty in old age.

As a child I saw
In my mind's eye, 
The word AUTUMN written
in the russets and ochres of the falling leaves.
Colours so bright, but with an earthiness that grounded,
Enveloping in the warmth of Nature.
Akin to wood smoke and open hearths,
Unlike the flashy pomp of Summer's gaudiness.

Autumn awakens sleeping memories,
Turning my thoughts to the magic of childhood
And how I used to play at being grown up
As, in youthful innocence,
I attempted the futile task
Of sweeping leaves in the wind. 


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Mint Green Trees


                                                      white Egret in flight
                                           mint green trees surround lily pond
                                                      in soft morning mist.


Details | Haiku | |

Time-Worn Barlett Pear

.
                                              Time-worn Barlett Pear
                                        Orange leaves dance with the wind...
                                                  Clumsily fruit falls


Details | Free verse | |

Xanax Sunshine

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

JS Lambert


Details | I do not know? | |

"The Ataratic Tempest"

The passion that comes
When greeted by a storm
Is nothing I can explain
The rain, wind, thunder, and lightning
Sends a frenzy of shivers through my body
Making my every nerve numb
As the light flickers
And the thunder claps
I can feel my heart beat faster
The rain on the roof 
Like a drum
Sends my body in a rhythmic dance
The wind is my partner
As I float around
Above the ground
Leaving my worries behind


Details | Rhyme | |

A Little Rain

Water beads down
heated feathers,
his footing to a stalk
did tether. 
An iron bird ~
cast in the heat,
now stands with water at his feet.
His beak sealed tight against a note,
he tote’s
his summer burden ~
To sit and watch a mother’s flock
within his bath so luring.
In green metallic 
weathered polish, 
he looks on as her new one’s frolic
within his blissful pool of clay.
An envy to a foul so heavy,
now ready ~
for a little rain.


Details | Haiku | |

AUTUMN'S DAWN

Hot cocoa seeps down.
Gazing through the flakes of ice,
i welcome autumn.


Details | Limerick | |

Where is the Cold

Right now, it is November And soon it'll be December Yet the cold has still not come Though fall has far from begun Oh it wasn't even cold in September The leaves just started to fall And some, still green- but not all Have left the safety of the trees For the sun's warm, frantic pleas To ignore winter's desperate call


Details | Haiku | |

An Oregon Spring 2K13

The surface most trod

showered by golden rays of fresh Spring;

Lo! Beauteous Oregon.


Details | Ballad | |

SHIPWRECKED for white contest et al

SHIPWRECK  SURVIVOR

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
 to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       delightful prickles of his skin
       He found her far beyond his pain--Oh,  that smile that could disarm!
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
         created white hot charm.
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PRE WHIT E STORIC

Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
  From white fear

Wolves roved
  Stayed in packs
   Howled their presence
   Hating snow

Bears slept
 Hidden away
 Violence and terror
  Only a summer dream

White drifts
  Blazing blizzards
  Wrapped safety   
   Around fragile human life.


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fleeting things

Fleeting things are like leaves in autumn
Spiraling in the uncertain breeze
Then to be gathered and burnt

© Brenda V Northeast         Jan. 5th 2012


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Didactic | |

Ethereal Autumn

I reason out the drip-dried lakes in the modifying clime
When I flowed the dawning dew in the praising sky,
I promised to sojourn the supernal time
When I choired with the migrating birds in the autumn dry.

I look for the diurnal stars in the sidereal time
When I see the clear blue sky,
I opine the cosmo alike the paradise
When I breathe the aura in the autumn dry.

I reason out the falling leaves in the cone-bearing streets
When I zest under the insolated sky,
I smell the parterre alike the eden
When I aught to scent the rose in the autumn dry.

I look for the silver lining in the cotton clouds
When I fly to reach the hued sky,
I worded the ambiance alike the promised land
When I greeted the fetes in the autumn dry.


Details | I do not know? | |

Penumbra

inky black night
stars brightly sparkling
earths giant shadow
moon slowly fading

dark shadow spreading
a total lunar eclipse
a rare winter solstice
not to be missed

finally total coverage
only one light to see
a bright orange penumbra
meant for only me


Details | Haiku | |

Sweater Weather

Leaves swirl through the air
Leaving naked limbs swaying
Soft sweater around me

Written on July 23, 2014
©2014 by Regina Riddle


Details | Free verse | |

My Kentucky in Spring

Gently sloping emerald hills, 
Old, gray fences brightened by daffodils,
Majestic trees ready to burst into bloom,
Strangers smiling and waving at me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Gleaming horses peacefully grazing
Behind white fences,
Old, leaning barns speaking of tobbacco and history,
Spring peepers voicing joy by the pond,
Young groundhogs nibbling on new growth,
That’s my Kentucky.

Forsythia blooming against an old log cabin,
Surrounded by ancient maples in red spring splendor,
And  the weathered schoolhouse nearby, 
boardered by a split rail fence covered in ivy.
That’s my Kentucky.

The quietly rolling Ohio river carries coal 
away from these hills in barges,
While a bald eagle turns wide circles above,
Soaring on air curents invisible to me.
That’s my Kentucky.

Along the creek watercress and forget-me-nots are flourishing,
A blue heron stands statue-still on the glittering water’s egdge.
The ancient mill is nestled between the wooded hills,
 where the sparkling creek works the creaky wheel.
That’s my Kentucky

Softly swaying cedar trees line roads like tin soldiers,
Decked in fresh, spring green coats,
And underneath velvety violets and glorious bright dandelions
 celebrate their life with happy  faces.
That’s my Kentucky.




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Garden Guests

hummingbird feeder attraction of sweet nectar invites rapid flight brilliant wings hum hovering over iris a vision divine delicate lace petals of seduction lure feathered guests spring garden a spectacle to behold in blossom splendor By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 13, 2012 for Sweet Flowers & Hummingbirds contest (Sidney ~ LeeAnn) first place


Details | Haiku | |

Sunny Goodbyes

summer bliss fades
blistering heat swept away
the crisp wind unfolds


Details | Haiku | |

REMNANTS OF RAIN


..... .............. . old daisies whistle… the remnants of night’s rainfall flushes summer out ©rights reserved haiku ---------- For Charles Henderson’s Strict Haiku By: nette onclaud


Details | Haiku | |

Winter

Fingers
Blue
From 
Cold
Ice 
Shines
Compact
Under
Foot
Snow
Falls
Bodies
Drop






Details | I do not know? | |

Into the wild

Winter has come
water banks freeze
colorful sun
drift away please.
smoke forest calm
not a sound made
frost covered palms
snowy mountain fog fades.

Little marshmallow snow drops
arrive and fall, come with me we'ell ascend
through the cocoa plants stunned crops
the coldness, old mighty nature please befriend.
golden spiral artwork of nature
within the deep land lies the bitter
like the summit, so major
always frozen the sun shines, ice glitters.

Hush now follow me
into the wild devoid of humans
seize my hand leave reality lets flee
be my crewman.
we can now sail our ship
can't forget your thinking hat
let your mind unzip, 
but i'l tell you now, we may never make it back.
sorry, that's how nature just is.


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Cloudburst

 In the black dirt where the worms flirt
 Trees root in the dark earth
 Fruit falls like a dead limb
 Rain pours like a soft hymn

 Boys whine, girls glow
 Ice forms as the wind blows
 The corn tilts, the hills moan
 The sky hides as the rocks groan

 Reeds sway, dogs bay
 A hungry beast enchants its prey
 The fog blurs, the grass stirs
 And through the mist the moon returns

 And where a tired body bends
 To taste a running stream
 A flood of pounding hailstones rends
 What rain and wind sweep clean

 Written by © Raven Drake


Details | ABC | |

Fall Days

There's a certain chill in the air,
Surrounding us all everywhere
Brown, yellow, orange, and red,
Leaves are swirling over head
Shorter and colder during the day,
Means that Winter's not far away
Pumpkins and apples are all around,
For when it's Fall they abound
Ghosts and goblins appear too,
Wanting to try and frighten you
I really love the season of Fall,
It's my very favorite one of all


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Lilium

in the early rain                                                                                                    bowing and kissing the ground                                                                                     sun lifted spirit


Details | Rondeau Redouble | |

Rhythm Of Life

Joanna Davis

The' jingle, jangle', of life’s bustling pace
is filled with concords of the human race.
Towards and ending that’s yet to unfold, 
for the next generation our story is old

The tour we embark on, each step we take,
is forever deciding the choices we make
The limbo, two-step, waltz or the jive 
Will all play a part in how well we survive.

If you listen carefully to every sound,
you’ll flow with the music, not stumble around
When in tune with beat, each step you take,
Becomes part of life’s rhythm, make no mistake 


Details | Free verse | |

South Carolina Sun

Palm trees fingers stretch in the sweltering breeze,
bending over graciously,
It shelters Mr. Bluejays retreat,
Above, clouding blue skies prepare to shower,
No movement in this afternoon sauna,
Life must wait for  South Carolina sun to settle.


Details | Haiku | |

A peaceful tear

A dew drop’s promise                                                                                                 
Fleecing frond’s cry of relief                                                                                      
Drought’s end anew life


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Rose

the purple leaves
unroll their sleeves
to frosty days
and longing rays

the thorny twigs
and stumpy-pruned sticks
secretly hides deep inside
the summer’s petalled pride

but sap will rise
to cloudy skies
to meet and catch
the swollen rays

with skirt of thatch
a blouse displays
a hidden promise 
of perfumed sprays


Details | Ode | |

Changing Seasons

Shamefully dull, life would be,
Without seasons to nourish me.
Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall,
Nature’s blessings the nourish us all

Apathetic and harsh, winter is,
With arctic gales that pierce 
Every linen shielding my frame.
Anomalous flakes of snow drift from the sky
As sheets of white accumulate on the ground
And weigh down the healthiest trees,
Teasing those ready for winter festivities.
Once the snow angels and snowmen are made, and
Once the sledding and snowball fights are done,
Into their warm homes, all will run,
Hiding under hoards of fleece 
Until it’s time for spring to come free.

Pleasant and lively, spring is,
With liber rains falling lavishly
On soil beds of assorted seeds,
Nursed diligently by the avid gardeners
Who thirst for the sight of the first blossoms
Of poppies, roses, lilies, and tulips.
Blueberries, cherries, and strawberries
Entice the onlookers waiting to pick
The ripest harvest in a timely manner
And savoring them until summer can flare.

Fierce and fervent, summer is
With a feverish breath, that makes rain a treasure.
People gather in masses to absorb the bodies of water
As a radiant sun desiccates the land.
Outdoors, pitchers of lemonade are carried everywhere
And thriving honeysuckle sweeten the air.
Yellow lights of fireflies flicker through the night
As exhausted bodies relax beneath the stars,
Gazing in admiration, until autumn can appear

Calm and homely, autumn is
Wither green, red, and yellow foliage taking over.
Crisp leaves bustle about the ground,
Trapped by flurries of whirring winds
Until they are raked into heaps for children to dive in
And pumpkins growing in preparation to carved or baked.
Families huddle together around brilliant fires
While couples stroll through parks, taking delight in the landscape,
And having picnics until winter’s brisk rise.


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maples


maples lose their leaves
and they wither in bright mounds
     cairns of crimson
that missed all summer’s glory
but remain for fall’s last post





*a cairn (one syllable/sound) is a structure built, usually, of stones to memorialize a person or event.


Details | Haiku | |

Winter

frigid white blanket
envelopes me as I sleep
dreaming of spring thaw


Details | Ottava rima | |

Wisdom Paints Life

My God above whose wisdom surely shows 
When Mother Nature paints her glory grand.
While gilding grass beside the river grows,
The autumn trees with golden leaves, as planned,
Reflect their beauty, clinging reds and yellows.
Rainwater streams her life upon the land.
Beneath the mountain cattle comes to graze.
And thus, without the help of man, life stays.

© February 21, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen


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Autumn to Winter

Come October He strokes away the greens To touch mosaic Upon, the now of autumn trees November next And amidst set breeze Leaves of paint chips scatter And from on high, let a harrowing slip sneeze Lastly to December Branches, canvas bare When He's decided... To shake away the dandruff, from right out of His hair


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Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me


Details | Acrostic | |

Autumnal Decree

A s the allure of the Fall lasts
U p in the sky it is overcast
T rue demeanor September brings 
U ntil the winds of winter sings
M ost of the birds still do fly
N ever as much as mid-July
A nd the colors are full of golds
L iving it up, the trees are bold

D istant breeze brings a peace
E verflowing with a calm ease
C reating motion from the leaves
R ustling about landing in the eaves
E arly snowflakes are sometimes seen
E arthly days are always keen

Russell Sivey

Entrant into Francine Roberts' "Autumn Acrostic" contest

8/27/2012


Details | Couplet | |

Falling In Love In The Fall

Falling In Love In Autumn (Couplets)

Autumn Love is mature and warm
Surviving Spring and Summer’s Storms

First love blooms in Spring’s first kiss
Young hearts lost in natures bliss

The Bird of Youth flies high and strong
Spring  is when we hear his song

Summer sun brings reality
And no assurance of  constancy

The Rose is Queen in Summer’s Sun
But falls to earth when season’s done

Winter is lonely, dark and cold
Without Autumns love, as we grow old.

Copyright© 2011 Beatrice Boyle, 
(All rights reserved)

For Michael Faolotico’s Contest – Falling In Love In Autumn


Details | Rhyme | |

Fall's A-Comin'

Summer slowly slips away.
Days are gettin' cold.
But, Fall is really beautiful,
when  the leaves turn red and gold!

I love the feel of Autumns breeze,
so gentle on my face.
The sun- drenched warmth of balmy days,
just nothing can replace!

The seasonal winds grow stronger.
Dry leaves will fall and blow.
Folks will rake them all away
and wait for Winters snow!


Details | Free verse | |

Spring is here

Amazed to see
how the spring breeze
rejuvenates everything....
Life flourishes out of dead...
Fills me with enthusiasm
and gives me too 
a new lease of life.....
Out of the yellow
the green appears...
Out of the desolation
the flowers bloom....
With the melting snow
life seeps into the ground...
Spring is in the air!!!
Spring is here!!!
Hope against hope
I hope that spring
comes to dead hearts too...
Out of the hatred
love appears
Out of the desperation 
Hope prevails
From the melting hearts
our soul flourishes
So that we can say
Spring is in our hearts
Spring is in the air!!!
Spring is here!!!


Details | Haiku | |

What's Your Hurry

safari escape
zebra giraffe scurring -
in natures garden


Details | Rhyme | |

A Snowy Place Of Remembrance

As I stand here alone in the cold wet snow; watching it come down all around its quiet a show.
My fingers are frosty and my face is a cold shade of blue; my toes feel like ice; yet this quiet , peaceful place to me is like  paradise;  from what I have seen once before in a dream  from when I was a younger teen  .
 

White and puffy flakes feel like feathers in my hand; the heavier snow engulfs my dark clothes in a sheet of white creating a blank canvas of the pure white; as clear as a  image of a dove in flight.
Snow is snowing down all round and their not a sound to be had; apart from the echoing wind that seems too surround like a storm of sound which blows my clothes and hair around.
 
I look up at the sky but there’s no detail in sight just a sky of white like a dime light. I see trees  that once  gleamed  green back in the summer and spring now nothing more than  bare trunk’s so empty  from the leaves it once used too bare; from the branches that now seem to lead  nowhere.
This forest once filled with small creatures and birds now empty expect for one living thing a lone boy taking in this majestic scene where animals had once been.
With everything around so silent; its Like are world of violence thought out the ages has written its final pages and brought about a end to are world of violence and bloodshed ; A world where everyone but me is dead  .
 
I feel like I’m the last living being left on our planet; no birds no bees only little old me in this magical world of white I feel I can take flight; and be free not held down by the clutches of are harsh society. 
This snowy place will allways hold a special memory for me; A remembrance to  that snowy place I've once been. 


Details | Terza Rima | |

Your Free

O ~ mighty eagle outstretch wings and fly
Let thy wind beneath wings lift and soar
I stand salute freedom and begin to sigh

Feathers of sweet purity
Claws and beaks of razor edging
I watch a far your maturity

Encircling heavenly domain
Snowcapped peaks valleys and bends
This essence simply can drive to o insane

Illuminated as her morning dawn
Escape my feathered friend
Oh let me capture what I've drawn


Her magesty which moveth across the broaden sky
O ~ in stealth fashion there she sails high









Details | Couplet | |

FIRST SUNBEAM

 FIRST SUNBEAM

  Ray   of   clear sun  shows
   Across  the heaps of snows


   The  whiteness's  rival,
   Announcing the soon  arrival


   Of a host of  its  fellows -
   Welcome yellows,


   Not yet melting  - 
   Calling distantly to  spring.


   A simple beam of light
   Warning  the  winter’s  white:   
       
   
   Our   time is now,  brother -
   You must move over  for  another
 
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Note:

Canadian winters can be long and severe, and the 
first hint of an ending is when  the  sun breaks through,
even though  it is  still  freezing weather.
. . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . 

Entered in  Poet ~ Destroyer's  Contest 

"Any Poem in which did not place in a contest. (second chance contest)" 

	
         


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Dream Season

spring dream
a rooster stirs the stillness
into dawn
 
calmness . . .
jogging into
the spring dawn
 
hot spring bath –
the nibbling fish
tingle my skin
 
waterfall
I photograph
its mist of spring
 
train pane mist
she rubs on
the other side
 
spring rain
the scent of green in
the dawn breeze
 
february full moon
the beach tides deepen
the voice of children
 
spring moon
the scent of jasmine
spreading in the night


Details | Haiku | |

A faraway lantern

wickery shadows                                                                                                            palish yellow light reflects                                                                                          nest lonesome mistletoe                         *                                                                            - An evening view of sunset through the wood line


Details | Verse | |

This Island Home

On storm-ripped nights when seaboards crack
And wings of angels rendered black
Are clouds that seethe and boil on high,
The canvas of some desolate sky.
On empty days like shredded rags
Trailed down from mountain peaks and crags
To flap across the barren floors
Uneven plains and lakeland shores.
On trails of tears to God knows where,
When weary eyes flood with despair,
The turgid creep of asphalt stress,
Grey flannels tied to emptiness.
In this vast cathedral sanctuary,
With faith and love, democracy,
Within, without, beloved view,
This island home stands firm and true.


Details | Haiku | |

The Art of the Fall

autumn breezes cool
rolling grasses bend sideways
trees shade amiss


Details | Rhyme | |

Apple pickin' time

Cartons, squashed boxes moving in mountains
Men on motorbikes, sway-backed mules
Men bended carrying crates of apples
Hessian bags, sewn shut wait at home domains

In the Himalayas region there is no tradition or event 
To announce apple picking, not plucking season
From August to October but depends on summer extent
But the locals agree it generally begins with reason

I landed at a guest house in Manali, Himalaya
Small houses lay hidden among the apple trees
As every family in the area owns an apple tree 
Apples have become integral part of their lives 

Oh, Cartons, squashed boxes moved in mountains
Men on motorbikes, sway-backed mules
Men bended carrying crates of apples
Hessian bags, sewn shut wait at home domains.

Unfamiliar, curious, as my excitement grew
Wandered off in a trice, my hotel owner suspicious
She followed me some distance so as to view
And make sure I wasn’t plucking apples delicious.

                        ++++++++
Dr. Ram Mehta
Date: 18-10-13
5th place win
Contest :Apple picking time


Details | Haiku | |

blistering cold

blistering cold
with wind chill factor...
winter arrival


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Rain

The air is thick and sweet
with the promise of spring rain,
and a slight breeze nips at a 
lock of my hair, 
coaxing it out of its neat bun.
The cool prickle of raindrops 
on my skin is familiar,
and I watch as the droplets
on my arm get caught in a maze
of hair follicles before slipping
off toward the ground
beneath me.


Details | Free verse | |

The Hourglass of Life

A new season begun, a new life, a new birth,
engraving our story here upon earth.
The pages turn slowly.
Each day will pass.
Life is measured by the hourglass.
The sands of time pass graciously.
The book is written of mystery.
Echoes of silence, the pages are blank.
For the hourglass of life holds no rank.
Let today be today.
Look not to tomorrow.
For life will fade on the pages of sorrow.
Read the story,
you must go on.
Turn the pages of a new dawn.
To every beginning there is an end.
Your spirit will soar high in the wind.
Hurry before time runs out.
For life surely fades without a doubt.
The clock counts down each grain of sand.
Turn the page and understand.
Reflections of love and holding hands.
This page though so innocent,
a beautiful child of heaven scent,
happiness in a life well spent.
Turn the page again once more,
to find the key to all closed doors.
This page tells of mom and me,
the many cherished memories,
undying love for family.
Turn the page, see all my friends,
from around the world and all nations.
This page tells of sacred marriage,
to have, to hold, and also cherish.
This page tells of many great storms,
the sea of tears, and the thunder roars.
This page holds the photographs,
of many dreams that once was had.
Though some memories of life you can't recall.
The book of seasons, winter, spring, summer, and fall.
The last page to turn, so there's a stall.
The last grain of sand that slowly falls.
Now for a moment don't you cry,
the hourglass of life told us no lie.
For all is born and then must die.
God grant me the time to say goodbye.


Details | Blank verse | |

Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | Dodoitsu | |

If You Could Read My Mind

<                                        International waters
                                          laying down a little folk
                                          thus if you could read my mind
                                          what love we can sell




Entry For
Francine Robert's
Write Me A Lightfoot Poem

I Chose If You Could Read My Mind
G.L. All


Details | Haiku | |

A Spring Morning 2K13

A fresh Spring morning,
yonder Mt. Hood shrouded by clouds;
crest peaks and greets day.


Details | Light Poetry | |

Here Birdie Birdie Footle

bird bath

splish splash


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Ice

owls coo and rest
the air cools nicely
winter ice—come


Details | Acrostic | |

November

Now the winter has arrived,
Our breath suspended in the cold winter air.
Very soon the snow will blanket the ground.
Early sunsets are no longer rare.
Morning's dark when we arise.
By the time work's done, its dark again.
Every glimpse of sun is a prize.
Rain is upon us now....snow and rain.


Details | Acrostic | |

RAIN

 

R   eleasing in a glorious eruption

A    down pour of life

I    ndefatigable in a triumphant goal

N   atures  bequest to all


Details | Haiku | |

Art Scape

doubled beauty art
upside down snow capped mountains
in clear blue waters


Details | Couplet | |

A Kiss of Sunshine

Beautiful light that lasted for long
Your lightening shine suppress the cloud

Brilliant Beauty from coast to coast
Your brighter shine rule my world

My lovely kids love painting in your midst
Cos your presence add meaning to their paint

Myself as well stock under your bountiful
Likewise my firm, my wife roam through you

Your fins and flippers eat the sea
But your dominant serve the plant

That is why I love to kiss you
Cos you never demand without supply

My sunshine, you are the haven
That shine my home and my coats.


Details | I do not know? | |

O, One Day You Will Ask (Rhymethor)


Welcoming misty spring
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Come quickly and listen
The love songs of Eden

Listen or you will miss 
The transition of this
Sleepy, sleepy winter 
To a spring of wonder

The love songs of Eden
Come quickly and listen
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Welcoming misty spring

Missing it, one day you’ll ask, “Where did my heart go?” 




Note:

Rhymethor is a poetic form with a title of 6 syllables, 
3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables, (rhyme scheme: 
aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the 
1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables, 
representing the total number of lines.



Hello soupers,

Hope you’re enjoying my craziness of inventing
such structured (crazy?) poetic forms…lol. 
Btw, Rhymethor is “Rhyme me, Thor!” my wife’s 
phrase. She yelled me this while I was writing a 
poem. She said I’ve no time for her, cos of my 
passion. So, what I did I stopped my writing and 
I rhymed her…lol! You see, I’m crazy!

 





Details | Free verse | |

AWAITING SPRING

Spring, with its blooms and green
Left me with yellowing leaves.
Once lush with green gaiety,
Alas! Now sheds my golden tears.

Left me  a promise when it went
That it'll come back
Days passed,I grew old and weary
With no leaves to ornament I lost charm.

Hours seemed days,days were years,
But firm in belief I stood all time's tests.
And then one day,it came
Embraced me and I blossomed!

Nature answers all longings,
No waiting goes in vain
With faith it be nourished.
And lo! A spring follows every winter!


Details | Haiku | |

Summer Night

movement of clouds
as the sky turns
dark--
summer night


Details | Tanka | |

RARE JEWELS

Awesome as spring nights,
the pond's silver gleams seemed stars...
I tried to catch them,
thinking they were rare jewels
that the moon gave to lovers.


Details | Haiku | |

Wet Gray Windy Day

heavy cloud line
rain squalls advancing 
inland from the coast


Details | Haiku | |

Rock Me Gently

<                                             tropical ~ retreat
                                    
                                          mai ~ tai ....  pina ~ colada

                                      swaying ~ on......... hammock










Entry For
The Sweatheart Of Poetry's
Tropical Treasures Contest
GL All


Details | Tanka | |

Flight


_________________________

she always sings love
each morning as the spring sun
warms her gracious heart

above the hills soft shadow
her destiny soars beyond.........

_________________________

Contest

"Wow me in 5 lines"

Poet ~ Rick Parise


Details | Verse | |

Autumn Air Constanza

Autumn brings such a loving heart
	Stark weather stimulates senses
	Bright skies, colorful pretenses 

Beautiful piece of fall to start
	A wonderful coolness is here
	A light wind stays, Autumn secure

I open up to every part
	Pathways are there simply to be
	Great routes to go on, moving free

Taking leaves inside a lone cart
	Pile them high and throw them about
	Play like a child so scream and shout

Autumn air fills to each impart
	Starting to get cold, fall’s begun
	A colorful scene, crisp and calm

Autumn brings such a loving heart
Beautiful piece of fall to start
I open up to every part
Taking leaves inside a lone cart
Autumn air fills to each impart

Entrant into Andrea Dietrich's "Can you Constanza?" contest

8/21/2012


Details | Haiku | |

My Chance To Disappear

I cover myself
in Earth's thick blanket of leaves.
I'm hidden to all.


Details | Haiku | |

Bamboo warrior

by the fire crash snap                                                                                             bamboo stands tall the light casts                                                                               shadows like Kanjii


Details | Haiku | |

Sunny Days

I love bright days.
In the long fun summer days.
Enjoying myself.


Details | Haiku | |

Lily pads and frog


Late spring drizzle--- in my garden pond nodding water lilies floating lily pads moving in gentle breeze--- nature's cradling laps a tiny frog jumping from pad to pad--- ripples here and there ========00======== By:kash poet Contest:Lilly-pads and Frogs


Details | Haiku | |

Park

spring wet dry summer 										         enclosed folds youthful times						                                  fall wind cold winter


Details | Haiku | |

Autumns Gentle Outcome

Autumn colours bloom Gently they drift on the breeze Skeletal outcome .


Details | Rhyme | |

A Seasons Dance

Autumn, a kittens purr before wakening jolt.
Sincere colors that differ each day,
Each fall day creeps up before winters bolt.
After barrenness thrives of nature’s way,
Sensual frosty covers, arrive as new born colt.
Only bold sunlight brilliantly begins to play.
Nature’s swing of new birth begins the molt.
Spreading beautiful dancers, this shall stay.
Delivering stanzas until another natural revolt,
All the seasons parade into cascading array.
Now the bold days of summer, defend the gray.
Creating blooming artifacts upon our display,
Each year delivers, only, what we all weigh.


Written by—Cecil Hickman 
Written on-- September 29th, 2013 


Details | Free verse | |

A Season Unwelcome

Once it was bright and warm
but now wet and dull,
the summer has transformed
into autumn, a season fraught
with chilly winds and changing
colours; first glorious greens but 
then striking reds, oranges and yellows.
Autumn is a season that symbolises
change and the un-noticed challenges
that we all face regardless of
whatever form they take.
Many scorn it for being a season
that many seasonal illnesses 
suddenly arise, like strained
springs suddenly being released
creating a sound that ricochets 
all around, bouncing off every
surface.
But still autumn persists for
it is locked in an eternal cycle
created by Mother Nature herself.
Autumn – a season to be cherished
and welcomed for without autumn
new life cannot form when spring
arrives creating a new blossoming
paradise of colours for the summer 
that follows where the sun will bestow
its very light on very living soul.


Details | Rhyme | |

To Adore a Sycamore

Have you ever really looked at a Sycamore?
If so, you’ll forever the Sycamore adore
Stand close to its leathery trunk
Feel each curled and jagged bump

Despite dullness of winter’s blight
Bark projects linear glowing white
Conversely dappled color of brown
Recedes reflecting its mother ground

As leaves begin to grow they display a brownish hew
Giving no clue, as to what they’ll later do
Growing bigger, leaves show five serrated teeth
Silken fibers on top and popping yellow veins underneath

Dropping curled papery bark to the ground
Touching carpet of green without a sound
Bumpy spheres hang as Christmas decorations for a town
Falling from each branch, to change what they’ll be to brown

Jagged branches stretch as arms over water of life
While creatures slice through cooling shadows, like a knife
Unsculptured statues stand against the sky
As a reminder, that nature’s presence will not lie

Richard J. Long: May/June 2012


Details | Haiku | |

Forsythia

abandoned house
yellow branches graceful arch
a forsythia blooms


Details | Free verse | |

Splay

Wild and unkempt, the field croons to me,
a siren's call beseeching
to play tag with the wind,
sprinting across the uneven surface
and splay full-length, face-down
upon her mossy breast.

I gluttonously drink gulps of her scent,
fecund and rich and savory
enough to satisfy my appetite.
Then she whispers softly,
mere breath-brushes against my neck,
as the pull of an unheard heart-thump
draws me down
to nestle deeper in her caress.

The curly blades of grass trill arias
as they sing across my skin,
and tiny red ants
march to their drumbeat of life
in rank order rows tangent to my face,
while a solitary spider 
dangles from a single silken strand.
.
I lie hidden from the world
by my sentient shield
immersed in the rhythm
and innate magic of my overgrown meadow.


Details | Haiku | |

Spring Feeling

The sun is shining
Everyone is now smiling
Winter is leaving

© Sam, 4/12/08


Details | Quatrain | |

Burning Desire

I’ve shivered in the colds of life
But never felt the snow
And many fires fueled the raging
Flames that ever grows
I’ve felt the hunger pains before
Though unaffected famine
The bads were bad, but could be worse
I’m driven by this passion
I’ve lived a life that’s almost full
A few more on my list
I’ve not experienced death before
But time can’t be dismissed
I used to think that planning all
Ensures success in all we know
And still a tear escapes the frame
Of one who’s yet to feel the snow


Details | Free verse | |

Jonquils

It is time Too long in bed I stretch Cast off the bonds of Hypnos Cold white sheets retreat I am free My head lifts Sun caresses my face I rise, standing tall Naked for all to see Beauty reborn It is spring


Details | Haiku | |

A Spring Sunrise 2K13

A distant silhouette
slowly comes thereinto view;
Spring's rays grace Mt. Hood.


Details | Quatrain | |

Dawn

A blue bird sings,
a raven calls,
how sweet the sound,
how strange the fall.











Details | Lyric | |

Black Love

  
                 Black LOVE

             My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while 
 they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
 followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she 
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.

                         By
                     Jay Johnson


Details | Haiku | |

Flowing River

sweet love from a rock
like a river flowing down
a spring for new life

© Joseph, 6/12/08
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Haiku | |

On this rainy day

Rain has made me wet
From head to toe like a tree
On this rainy day


Details | Haiku | |

Stolen Moment 0429

spring sunshine
bees comb the dandelion
a stolen moment


Details | Blank verse | |

Spring

The deep blue sky way up high How the cool wind touches my sweaty skin The flowers blooming red, purple, white, yellow and more The green grass is growing, Replacing the old, brown grass The new green leaves appear Which means it is coming- Spring is finally here


Details | Haiku | |

THE SPRING NORTH SEA HURRICANE

                         THE SPRING NORTH SEA HURRICANE

                          Pussy willow slyly licked her paws
                          While heartless winds
                          Battered haughty ships into the sea


Victoria Anderson-Throop
2013
Valdez, Alaska


Details | Rhyme | |

Golden Threads

Across the sky, like arrowheads, from silhouettes against the red, the call of wild geese swiftly fades into the sun. And then sun bades a sad farewell to one last strand of summer's thread
~~ ~~ For Nette's Contest: "Reflections of a Florette" By Carrie Richards 9/4/14


Details | Lyric | |

Must see September in the rain

September in the rain.

Must see September in the rain
I’m waiting for September in my pain
Let me watch those wild flowers blooming
As the circle turns again
Must see September in the rain.

Don’t know what’s coming up for me
Yet even if it turns to misery
I’ve got to heard those Spring birds praying
As they dance with destiny
Must see September in the rain

Oh lord, I’ve got to feel it
That Springs breath touch my skin
Caressing me with beauty
Let me feel it seeping in.

Lord, I’ve got to hear those creatures sing
Oh lift me, let me breath the joy of Spring
Let me hear those angels singing
As they call me back again
Must see September in the rain.


Details | Haiku | |

Saharan Winds

Dunes now flowing
Blow spring air
Sandblasts love ...


Details | Didactic | |

Winter Spell (Fulton 4x4)

S n o w
K e p  t 
G o d ’s
F e e  t



Details | Haiku | |

Such Calming Scent

Flowery fragrance
Blossoming from a sweet rose
Uplifting the soul


Details | Quintain (Sicilian) | |

A New Romance

A tune of sorrow played on fiddle strings,
Unanswered questions haunting midnight’s hour,
The voice of melancholy softly sings,
Beneath the stars that light the lunar bow’r,
All waiting here for warmth that sunrise brings.

With dawn, the fluffy clouds begin their dance,
While chasing rainbows across the blue sky,
The breeze of early spring now takes its chance,
Just flirting with the budding twigs on high,
The coming of life that sings a new romance.





Form: Sicilian Quintains


Details | Verse | |

Helena

~ 


With embers
rekindling strength upon the wind
her pentacle calls
reaching calm virgin heights of rippling memory
 
Cradling mist of silence
a song, gallant among 
soft trees sway

She wanders woodland the path,
pondering....
twinning facets of blue 
her dance, immerse 
soft dream of winter approach..
 

~

Contest ~ "All The Little Pieces"
June 23, 2011

Poet ~ Rick Parise


Details | Haiku | |

Beneath the Falls.

sparkled waterfalls....
sharp angles, silver and blue..
clear liquid diamonds..


Details | Haiku | |

Dancing With The Stars

granite archway view
planetary shuffling 
dancing with the stars


Details | Couplet | |

Birds In Flight

<                                    birds in perilous flight

                            illuminating to this watchful eye's sight


                                          
                               outstretched wings ~ soaring high

                                bidding  ado ~ waving goodbye 




                                      homebound is their quest

                           offsprings await  safe return ~ back in nest



                                            red sky ~ tonight

                                    glad ~ I've captured this flight



                                      oh fly ~ my feather friends

                                    hope to see you  ~  once again


                                        

                                     for this love ~ so brand new
  
                                        what's drawn ~ me to you








Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Heaven Sent Smiles Contest
G.L. All

                                   


                                  
                                     

                                


                              



                                    



Details | Free verse | |

Autumn days

Rowan berries cluster orange
ripening an August morning.
Tart apples crisp knotted branches,
fallen, scarred fruit 
soften wasp warm soil.

Blackcurrants burst sweet 
bowing from boisterous bushes.
Spent raspberry canes rust
birthing fleshy new shoots,
prickly with prospect.

The rambling red rose laughs
leaping the garden wall,
thorny veins throb puce
under an energetic sun.

A cloudy sea races
beneath the stirring breeze
as trembling trees shudder
the call to Autumn.
Dark shadows bounce
peppering my lawn
I stretch,
brushing off
the creeping dread
of dark days
to come

MMC © 2011


Details | Haiku | |

WINTER EXODUS

A honking chevron
Pressed against November skies,
Followed by the snow


Details | Couplet | |

Seasons Last Leaf

Seasons Last Leaf
Purged atop a lofty Popular 
A singular leaf all that holds
Like in drowning - gasping for last breath
A life once was – now clinging to the past
The season of spring brought forth its life
Love to blossom to bear fruit and green
The wonders- all newly felt and viewed
The leaf smiled among the young it knew
In summer time the heat did soar
The leaf grew as rains did pour
By trials of wind water thunder and drought
The leaf endured each tribulation and grew proud
At first frost many shivered and fell
But most became brilliant chrisom red- do tell
A gathering of color painted by the creator’s finger
As the leaf among the many waited its time
Now the last- singularly purged atop the lofty popular
The life given it wavers to left than right
Until the leaf rest among the assembled piles afoot
In winter time a blanket comes
Upon the leaf the piles the ground
Nature cocoons to repair once more
The hope that comes after winter’s storms


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 10

evergreen stands tall
snow weighs down every bough...
beauty still to my eyes


Details | Quatrain | |

NATURE'S JEWELRY

Meadows green, bedecked with diamonds-- 
It's a summer morning dream,
With gold sunbeams dancing brightly 
On the ripples of the stream.


Details | Free verse | |

Oblivion

Do you ever get the feeling
You’re really not alive
Merely privy to oblivion
Conscious of nothing’s why
I can swallow this world of blue
Taste springtime on my tongue
But darkness will seer my eyes 
Bitter tears of a callous sun
I sleep only to wake again
Platitudes passed to pedestrian friends
Holidays are no different than today
Another 24 hours of oblivion
Did yesterday really exist
Matted winter of autumn’s naked bliss
Tragedy and triumph are but a year
Memories buried and seasons revered
Tomorrow will come and go
Nighttime cracked by tepid lights
Summer lusts to speak again
Welcome to oblivion


Details | Haiku | |

STORM---Haiku

Darkness comes swiftly,
Wind howling along the shore,
Hurricane coming!!


Details | Haiku | |

Spring's Arrival 2K13

So gives Winter's hold

as steel skies part familiar blue;

Now shows Spring's first day.


Details | Haiku | |

Fall

Autumn breezes,
Rusted leaves on the ground,
Fall is upon the Earth.


Details | Free verse | |

A Diamond