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ELEMENTS WIND

Winter winds whisper in the weeping willow tree Its naked branches shiver silently all around me Bitter biting winds howl around stinging my face I’m out on the moors; it’s such a desolate place I yearn for spring where dainty daffodils dance on zephyr breeze, it’s such a sweet romance Sultry summer skies bring warm winds to enthrall Beautiful blossoms pirouette perfectly as they fall Autumn brings blustery gales swirling all around Rich russet leaves tumble, carpeting the ground Terrifying tornadoes wreak havoc across some lands In wake of its destruction not a building still stands Cooling summer breezes or a blustery gale is blowing We can’t see wind but its effect in the trees is showing Contest: Elements Part 2 Wind. Sponsored by Brian Davey 03~19~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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New Years Revolution

New Years Resolution?
Heck no, I don't care

Making time to suffer
I see no reason there

Eat a little less
lose the sugar and the salt

Eat a good dinner
that's what i was taught

Try to get some exercise
maybe lose some weight

Really, I have no problem
with my plus size waist

Slow down with your drinking
it's really not that cool

How do I have a real good time
if I don't act a fool

Stop that crazy driving
cut down on the road rage

If they don't want to drive
they better get out of my way

You need to stop smoking
it's bad for your health

You need to stop talking
and worry about yourself

Copyright © john loving iii | Year Posted 2010

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One February Day

Driving to my job one February day,
Watching how the sky made everything seem gray.

I felt a little glum and uninspired.
Sunshine and verdant springtime I desired.

A shaft of light appeared from overhead.
It was as if my thoughts were being read!

Mesmerized, I gazed at the brilliant white.
Tinged with gold, it flooded sky with light.

I drove on, but a new thought filled my mind.
My happy spring would not be far behind.


Written 2/2/13 for Seren Roberts' Shaft of Light Contest

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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FROSTY NIGHT STROLL



When twilight hangs on the silver of trees In ways the boughs are draped with frost's release, My tempo of whistling strides and feet unfurl Beneath the dome of clouds, set in misty pearl. Lilacs pose with sheen in a crystal dress On branches gracing a season's finesse, The nightingales coo of winter's refrain Along roads where love finds sweet comfort gained. In solace, I marvel at this jeweled hour As lanterns guide my stroll through night's tower!
Juli- Michelles's Rhyme Battle, Round 3 by nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011

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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

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2010

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SEPTEMBER SWANS




The ashen wind fills wafts of day that hides the sun, then drops away into the early Autumn sky, perhaps to dream, or just to die like one leaf falling from a pear, it stirs a final dream so fair, a dream turning bleak reason’s flow, it knows not which byway to go through wrapped fields of taunting rain it wanders, then comes back again like beats winging the Autumn air, so wondrously beyond compare. The swans of life stir ever on, and when the breaths of day is gone they tumble through her mist- filled night, as late dusk's jaws begin to bite. The crying of a lonely night, pine's branches drooping moonlit white as sighing winds touch heaven’s gate, without the need to stand and wait for every roaming rainclouds' stare, she needs to ask the why or where in moments when pain veils her face so sullen, yet so full of grace; as her swan wings clutch twilight's hues dripping tears from September's dues yet, eyes open their crystal plumes with hopes of flowers' newborn blooms © ------------ Contest: Joyce Johnson's The Rhyming Game By: nette onclaud

Copyright © nette onclaud | Year Posted 2011

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Amour

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Summer had her delights
With sunny days, warm nights.

Fall brings a little chill
Cool nights, frost on high hills.

Colors change upon trees
This for most surely please.

Now is time for amour
Adoration galore.

Did view you from afar
Now will learn who you are.

Long to ride upon your back 
Hold your mane, feel your tack..


Contest: "Two To Fourteen"
Sponsor: Brian Strand

Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011

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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

Copyright © Jane Bowen | Year Posted 2009

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END OF SUMMER DAYS FOR CONTEST

Shortening nights are approaching all too fast Warm days of summer are a thing of the past Farmers busy themselves in the field Nature’s bountiful crops now yield Apple trees groan under the strain This abundant harvest must not remain Trees are now dressed with a golden glow Wet days are forecast; bitter winds will blow Jack frost snaps his icy fingers White hoar frost soon gently lingers Light snow falls; winter is now delivering White woolly coats stop sheep from shivering Contest - Seasonal Poetry Contest Sponsor - Shadow Hamilton 17th September 2015

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2015

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CELEBRATION OF SPRING

We wave goodbye to winter with its ice and frost and snow That thick blanket on the ground it has melted long ago The icy fingers of Jack Frost now no longer feel the cold For brighter days of spring will warm his bones so old Dull dark days are behind us and the winter chill has passed Spring is waiting in the wings; golden days are here at last! Our clocks will soon spring forward and we lose an hour’s sleep Bright crocuses and tulips through the earth begin to peep We welcome in the spring, she is dressed in emerald green She drapes herself on trees where new leaves can be seen Lambs gambol in the fields oh how I love to see them play They bounce around so happily on a warm and sunny day Dainty daffodils dance delightfully in the zephyr breeze Unfortunately poor hay fever sufferers now begin to sneeze! Our days are getting longer and the sun begins to shine Oh how I adore this time of year - our glorious springtime! Contest: Celebration Sponsored by Shadow Hamilton 03~30~16

Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016

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Seasons

Seasons


The nights seem longer, testament,
To summer’s toil, her seeds are spent

The blue moon grants us one more chance,
To thank the earth for sustenance

And dreams of winter’s thoughtful peace,
Beside the fire’s warm release

Of memories gained and stacked like wood,
Beside the hearth where hearts have stood

‘till spring again, when waters free,
To bless the earth from sea to sea



09/04/10
8:16 am

Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010

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This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear
God I do love this time of year
Vibrant colors abound on the trees
Gracefully falling with the breeze
The workday runs from sun to sun
Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done
I am a lucky man to live this life
Respect of my community and loving wife
Sometimes in life the land yields plenty
The blessings throughout the day are many
As I watch the sunrise to the east
It gives my soul a spiritual feast
For all my friends everywhere
To my Lord a silent prayer
To the north her majesty appears
For all to see beautiful and clear
Forever snowcapped and standing tall
Lady Shasta watches over all
To the south another blessing to see
The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery
It was the Lord that gave them their birth
The shortest mountain range on earth
The coastal mountains to the west
Offers the sun a place to rest
Followed shortly for all to see
The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be
Then comes a moment that is hard
As I head my "Cat" off to the yard
My final ride of this year
My face accepts a single tear
My heart becomes full of sorrow
I inject myself with poison tomorrow
Thats the price that a junkie must pay
Years after he has changed his way
The reason is very clear to see
I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C
I can't stop the fear from flooding in
What will it be like to hold a rig again
Through all the loss and all the gain
I reckon that moment will bring me pain
But through the pain I'm able to see
God has his angels covering me

Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2007

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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
 

Copyright © Sara Ray | Year Posted 2006

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It's Bittersweet

I have determined to age with grace
To show off each wrinkle on my face.
I now accept there is more of me
Much more than there was at twenty three.
There’s a sprinkling of the salt in my hair
That mixes well with the pepper there.
The spring of my life has given way
To vibrant colors that will turn grey.
I know that Summer must bow to Fall
And then Fall will answer Winter’s call
Every age has beauty I've been told
There’s bitter sweet pain in growing old.

Copyright © Eileen Manassian | Year Posted 2012

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Stars Shine, Snowy Earth Reflects

Twinkle night in the starry sky They look so near but so so far The moon above in aqua blue Looking down on me and you The heavens grace snow laid-en park Tree's glisten light up the dark A slight noise disturbs the birds Whose sanctuary in this white world Blackened dots against the sky Flying above you and I Sea of Tranquillity ocean of stars Land of Earth, worlds apart

Copyright © James Fraser | Year Posted 2009

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The Great White Pumpkin

The Great White Pumpkin
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

Ghostly Pumpkin dull and white 
Plans to give a ghastly fright.
Rough and tough his wrinkled skin
Mesmerizing twenty men.

Soon “Big Buddy” comes around.
Cuts a circle in his crown.
Jagged teeth and fearsome smile
Eyes and eyebrows carved in style.

Tasty innards scraped right out.
“Where's my nose?”  White Pumpkin shouts!
Come on partner night grows dark.
Time to start the candle's spark.

Glowing eyes on front porch steps
Watch young goblins full of pep.
“Trick-or-Treat” the children chime.
Great White Pumpkin sings in time.

Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2009

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baseball seasons

Baseball seasons here
Starts when summer is near

If the first baseman catches the ball
I hope the ump makes a good call

Eating sunflower seeds
Winning is what we need

That means school being out is near
Until next year                                         



                                     by jake doyle





Copyright © Amy Merrell | Year Posted 2013

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The Last Rose Of Summer

The last rose of summer is rapidly fading on the vine.

     'Twas once as brilliant as a splendid claret Bordeaux wine.

          Alas, autumn frosts hath wrought their deadly sting.

               Thankfully, another will bring me pleasure come next spring!

Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved

Copyright © Robert L. Hinshaw | Year Posted 2014

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My Spring Garden

My garden is unfolding before my startled eyes.
Each blossom as it opens is a welcome, glad surprise.

The daffodils are blooming and spread sunshiny cheer,
While the tulips are struggling to hold up their heads this year.

The plum trees are in blossom, their branches snowy white,
Others playing possum keep their new buds closed up tight.

Rhododendrons showing color, camellias in full bloom,
The scene is ever changing in my outdoor living room.

Crocuses and small snowdrops are already past their prime.
Anemones and pansies are expected anytime.

A bunny in my garden is looking for a deal.
And eagle in my birch tree, eyes the bunny for a meal.

Oh my garden in the springtime is an optical delight,
While predators of every kind are looking for a bite.

I must find a way to thwart them without poisoning the land..
I will share with the less greedy, slugs and aphids must be banned.

Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2013

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Spring Morning

Slowly the light comes into my eyes.
The morning is here and that's no surprise.

Thin lines of the sun's rays shine through.
An open curtain from across my bedroom.

My eyelids are heavy and feel so dry.
Trying to wipe the long sleep from my eye.

The tiniest particles of dust float softly from my bed.
Splatter across thin lines of light just above my head.

I wonder to myself, should I get up or just stay.
The covers so warm and wishing to remain this way.

The smell of fresh coffee is permeating the air.
Who could it be making hot coffee out there?

A bright new day has started for all of us, not just me.
Come into my dream with me and see how great it can be.

Copyright © Donald Williams | Year Posted 2013

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Diamond Birthed Day

Diamond dawn softened cold clinical walls,
smoothing harsh lines, soothing the sleepless

with love's lilting lullaby. Pastel-bloom hues
sparkled with crystals of dew -

glimmer-prisms of diamond-cut light,
in the month of showers and flowering bowers.

Red and yellow daisies studded dark soil
like gemstones tumbled under 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

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2012

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Summer Couplet


Through sand and haze beach goers stroll Leaving footprints where soft crested waves roll ~*~
6/10/'13

Copyright © Annalise a.k.a. Audrey Haick | Year Posted 2013

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TIME FOR ALL SEASONS

Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.

Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.

Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.

In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.

Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.

Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.

Love and peace for eternity!



For:  Brian Strand's 
        Poem of Faith Contest
        Won Honorable Mention
        July 1, 2010

Copyright © Carolyn Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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Summer's End

Potpourri of seasonal change drifts in the air.
Summer wanders near the clouds and everywhere.

Beach's pride of blazing sands is growing dim.
Soon the painted landscape wakes upon a whim.

Seeds are sown of Autumn's riches nearly here.
Summer wanes; we say hello to Autumn's cheer.

Leaves will change from sparkling green to golden blaze.
Now a bit of crispness lingers in our days.

Summer has it's wealth of fun and lovely weather.
Yet I adore the Fall when folks are drawn together.

Beauty all around and holidays I love.
Surely Autumn's sent to us from up above!



written August 31st, 2014

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014

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No Basketball

The playing starts each October in the fall.
But alas, this year there is no basketball.

Another season should have started for the NBA.
However, fans will not see their teams play.

From the Knickerbockers in New York, to the Lakers in LA,
will this competition start?  Nobody can say.

As we approach winter, there is increasing doubt.
The owners have gotten together and locked the players out.

We will not see free throws or slam dunks today.
It appears there will be no playoffs in May.

With no basketball to see, where shall we go?
Perhaps a blizzard will come, and we will shovel snow.

For Francine's Winter Couplet contest (a winter sport (watching or participating) category chosen).

Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011

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Christmas Bliss

I cherish the Christmas time of the year.
People are in the streets grinning ear to ear.

Children faces light up with joy.
Pondering on their favorite toy.

This the season we remember to give and share.
It is a way to let others know we really care.

We are told wise men came to a manger to seek
Later wise men would hear this child speak.

If I had but one Christmas wish,
It would be for you to know a Christmas bliss.

Edward J Ebbs - Christmas 2003

Copyright © Edward Ebbs | Year Posted 2011

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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.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2011

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Colors of the season

Somewhere in the city beneath the BLISSFUL sun 
A gardener has planting to do with her green thumb 
WHISPERING by are butterflies with ELOQUENT colors to the eye    
Perched above on a limb the neighborhood bird begins to sigh
It declares with LILTING and TRANQUILITY a SPLENDOR to be heard
Thrusting quickly overhead a bluebird cries with DULCET words
Further down the garden path the FRAGRANT LAVENDER came WAFTING past  
The rhythmic swaying to the grass gave way to summer at last  




 Inspired by Andrea Dietrich’s “Word warrior challenge: beautiful words”

Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2010

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Late-Flowering Love

Under molten autumn's tumbling umber we walk,
fingers clinging, hours disappearing as we talk.

Love gifts drift from kaleidoscope canopy trees -
gentle showers of confetti-colourful leaves.

Heart-scarlet berries glow hotly in hedgerows,
passion-flame petals burn on a late-blooming rose.

Susurrous russet whisperings as leaves cascade;
secrets shared in soft, sequestered shade.

Reaping this harvest of hopes and dreams
in the late golden gleam of sunbeams.

Melding as day gives way to mauve-mellow twilight;
communing with the misted murmurings of night.

Copyright © Charlotte Jade Puddifoot | Year Posted 2011

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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

Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014