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Details | Haiku | |

Peace of Nature

Peace of nature shows
how relaxing life can be
and can show you truth 


Details | Free verse | |

The Storm

And the storm calls to me in ways you'll never understand
A gentle call that urges my soul forth
The lighting guiding a path for my feet to walk
Between the stones and ash of all that once was
I stand in the echoing silence of the rain 
It drops down upon my skin like the blessing waters of heaven
Soothing me, lifting the weight from my body 
I feel at once as if I am home
Standing amid two dimensions 
Caught between two skies - here and there
The night wraping around me in warmth
The gentle wind lifting me off my feet
Drops from the clouded moon washing away my body
and I am left just a soul, an essence 
The storm calls me forth from beneath my roof
Beckoning me into its depth 
I stand among the reeds in the basin 
They dance and sway as if welcoming me
And I sway with them back 
Caught up in the power that charges the air
That threatens to sweep me away 
If the ground will just loosen its hold
The thunder rumbles a low welcoming growl
And I get pleasently lost within it
I am so small compared to its vastness
I close my eyes and succumb to the skies wishes
Rising higher until my feet no longer touch the ground 
My fingertips touch the liquid color of the stars
A sigh drifts from my lips
There is no need of thought to stay afloat
There is no demand to breathe in air
No crushing weight upon my chest
As my lungs struggle to survive
There are no struggles here
I make my bed on blackened clouds
And give in to the call
The storm has claimed me as its own 
It was such a struggle to stay upon the ground
When the storm would call me home


Details | Haiku | |

Spring into Haiku

Smiling Sakura
blows kisses to Bush Warbler
Dreams of distant love


Details | Heroic Couplets | |

Waiting For Spring

Since spring forgot to come and winter stayed,
My garden is untilled, seeding delayed.
A sodden March ran damply through each day.
I hope for April to remove the gray.

Each April is reserved for tulip tours.
The brilliant colors are delightful lures.
The tulips are attracting avid fans,
While other crops fill in as also rans.

Our valley is a beauty in the spring,
But spring is not here yet and that’s the thing.
We pray the sun comes out and is on time
For merchants to attract the tourist’s dime.

So now it’s up to April to perform
To give us days that are spring like and warm.
So tourists can find  beauty and some fun
And I at last can get my yard work done.



Details | Ballade | |

Everything is beautiful

Everything is beautiful

It seems the whole world sleeps
Whilst I, so all alone
Sit beneath a sheltered roof
So far away from home
By the river, here in Nornalup
As Venus hugs the moon
They shine up there in the mystic sky
And my heart feels so in tune.

Everything is beautiful
In the silence of this morn
In just a couple of hours from now
The day will be reborn
And the sky now filled with sparkling gems
Will become the deepest blue
As the wild birds herald in the dawn
And the sun comes shining through.

The river oh, so gently flows
Just a shadow to my eyes
It goes it’s way in harmony
When the sun it does arise
It will glow once more reflecting all
Those lovely hues of green
That come from giant tingle trees
That enhance this lovely scene.


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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


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A Peaceful Sight

I sit among the audience of my thoughts
Upon a chair 
With my feet up high casually on a table
My senses, my breath, my heart rate is stable
Silence at this very moment is my mind’s favorite labor
The leaves they sway from side to side 
so graciously, it is my favorite sight
Beside me,
The cherking of birds is my morning cup of delight
In front of me,
The rattle of the clear crystal pool is the depth and constancy of a single thought
The clear blue sky is my happy tomorrow
On my face you will find no trace of sorrow
Such a peaceful sight I see
If only you could bare witness with me
To such a glorious and heavenly sight
Like A picture perfect,
Or a beautiful view in Peru
The glorious nature has set me at ease
I am calmed by the steady breeze
Yet the buzzing of my cousin
Is like the sound of a busy bee
She speaks to me of heartache and despair 
And the death of some distant loved one
She makes a noble and noteworthy declaration
To give me a kidney if mine decides to collapse
I smile at her with this carefree sensation
As I sit there typing and pretending to care
Tapping my fingers to a rhythm while unaware
Smiling a genuine smile and sighing a pretentious sigh
You want me to speak of wickedness and of madness
At this moment I am indifferent,oblivious, I genuinely Do Not Care
The quacking of a random duck 
Came casually as pure luck
Lazily I yawn, so dazed, and simply amazed 
 I am hypnotized
At this sight that left me mesmerized.




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If I Shall Grow Old 2K13

If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.


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SUICIDE NOTE

My name is flower
Of number one display and color
To commit suicide I decide
To take nuclear waste or pesticide

Am tired of you people polluting the air
Polluting our rivers and streams that's not fair
You clear out our jungles, you cut down our mountains
To make way for tall buildings Hollywood Mansions and fountains

You burn fuel for energy source
Depleting the ozone showing no remorse
You drill, you drain the earth of it's natural resource and nutrients
Causing a shift in the earth's plate
Evidence Tsunami and Earth Quake

I cannot take it anymore
This is the final straw
Yes am gonna commit suicide
Either by Nuclear Waste or Pesticide
O! yes you need me for oxygen
along with all other plant life existing

So if I were to take them all with me you'll die
You'll be no more... no lie?
So sit back admire the beauty, the splendor  
The wonderful blossoming of a flower

In my last breath I write this suicide note
Dated 25th April 2011 by... flower


©Copyright April 2011 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved


Details | Free verse | |

The Music of Annisquam.

Here I rest upon the smooth rivers bank 
Resting under the protection of white birch
Tasting the scent of spring on old Cape Ann
As if being reborn in the late April sunshine

Here thoughts and memoirs drift on the current
Washing away on coppery green wave crests
Watched by Snapdragon eyes gently drifting
Wafting in the sweetness of a juniper breeze

A brushed sedate glow of dusk mirroring light
Painting the currents of the Annisquam River
Lying in the peaceful and intrepid stillness
I wonder if I’ve found a moment of perfection

Softly baptized by the tepid evening drizzle
I see the silvery notes fall to break the surface
Playing the sweet libretto of rain and river
A rising crescendo of new life awakening

Here I find peace upon the placid rivers bank
Lost in memory amidst honeysuckle moments
It’s here that my spirit remains eternally young
Ever blossoming in the late April moonlight


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The Blue

Dubieties engulf all around
 As the brume in the dawn
  Behold plants seeking strength
In this warm cuddling cloud  
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Songs soon sing from the sky
 The common notes that play
  When it’s about to drop wet
 Upon human’s bower.

It’s wonted (by this time) to descry 
 Dark clouds being deserted
By its everyday residents.

In the mood of the inclement
 It’s sparse to hear
  Any row from the firmament
Other than the loyal sound 
  Of the saturated pattering
From the blue yonder.



Details | Rhyme | |

April Showers and Tulip Tours

These April showers will drown the flowers 
and chase the tourists all away.
The rain clouds hover, they run for cover
and wish they’d waited for a day.
But if they stay for only and hour
they’ll find that this was just a shower,
and it’s for certain we’ll raise the curtain
on fields of tulips in bright array.
The April showers are good for flowers.
Come back and see us in sunny May.


Details | Free verse | |

Storms

For all to hear and all to see
 thunder and lighting glistening at me
marbles of water bounce off the roof
vanishing magically but there not to see

the animals hide from it's presence
hoping to be safe under protection 
as the giant stomps it's feet
and Edison's light bulb flares

No one sees but clouds before
and clouds gather after
the only evidence of this terrible rage
lies under the ground, and atop the roof

Some catch it's content's
and some measure it's times
but no one is brave enough to go in

the only thing sound is the blanket atop me
keeping me warm and safe from the cold

once the rages over the world quiets 
as if its waiting for the monster to come back
for the giant to stomp once again
and for Edison's lightbulb to go out
for all to become noisy
but alas it never does


Details | Haiku | |

Saharan Winds

Dunes now flowing
Blow spring air
Sandblasts love ...


Details | Lyric | |

The Tansy and the Tarragon

The tansy and the tarragon are sprouting in the lawn;
I can smell their pungent fragrance in the dewy after-dawn.
The crocus and the daffodils are prancing up the hill;
Their dresses all a-shimmer and their bodies never still.
The happy little bluebird is flitting all about
To find the perfect property to hang his shingle out.
The tulip swords are shining in the early morning sun,
And I thought I saw Br'er Rabbit havin' him some rhubarb fun.
It's spring and spring is glorious; brings the child right out of me. 
Makes me want to dance at midnight 'neath the budding apple tree.

April 10, 2014


Details | I do not know? | |

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya - My Beloved Has Returned Home

Mora Piya Ghar Aaya (My Beloved Has Returned Home)

Autumn:


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


Winter:

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


Spring:

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


Summer:

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


Monsoons:

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


Details | Free verse | |

New Dawn

Zest is in my heart
And bliss is in the air
As sanguine clouds have given way
To a new dawn so fair

Buds are blooming into flowers
And nature is burgeoning with joy
As the dead autumn has given way
To a new spring so joyous

				
							


Details | Rhyme | |

NORWESTER I seasonal vicious squall

It was well past noon when I stepped out on the street The sun blazed above and the tar squelched beneath my feet No birds chirped nor eagle soared As I waited in the heat for a bus to board The roads were empty and the journey was fast With another bus behind, doggedly trying to speed past Vying for passengers though only a few were about The heat restricted movement –of that there was no doubt! The sky had darkened when I got off the bus The wind was cooling and blew in gusts Gathering scraps of refuse in swirling dusty piles Scattering them again with the wilfulness of a child’s The sun was shrouded and dark clouds now ruled The change was pleasant, the weather had also cooled I knew a storm was brewing, but not how long I had To cover the open distance to where we lived with dad At that point in time there seemed no sense in hurrying A pleasant walk was favoured to an insane scurrying I had a mile to cover – home was thus far A fifteen minute walk or a couple of minutes by car At the end of the road, I turned right A canopy of thick foliage shielded the dusky light Garlanding a square lake with waters, now dark And two tiny islands amidst, all part of a park The air, here, was thick with the raucous cawing of crows Where colonies nested and now lined the branches in rows In this pristine oasis amid the city’s noxious fumes Nature reigns unfettered in her many-hued plumes


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NORWESTER II

On wooded land and open water, the gale struck hard Plucking fallen twigs and flowers and leaves and the unwary bird Caught unawares, a family of cranes about five or six in number Took hastily to flight from an island and were hurled across the water Violently shaken from slumber, the trees awoke And as they swayed in frenzy, thick branches snapped and broke Still ignoring my instincts, I continued to walk But the fury of the storm made me inwardly baulk The greatest dangers posed were however man-made They were live power lines on poles, strung overhead And loose metal roofing of shanties rattling nearby Poised to ride the storm, razing as they would fly With heart pounding as the wind raged, I quickened my pace Half blinded and with hair tousled, as the dust stung my face I could see the rain as it approached, fast across the lake But despite the extended canopy above, I was soon dripping wet Whipped by the wind, the rain lashed hard My neighbourhood was deserted, not a soul stirred All had taken refuge – even the stray dogs and cattle As lightning flashed and thunder cracked and windows shuddered and rattled With wary eyes for falling debris, I walked the middle road Fearful of lightning strikes stabbing earth like a jagged sword In an alley, off the road, a glass pane fell and shattered As the relentless storm raged on, reaching home was all that mattered


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April, A Hopeless Romantic

 
Rain rings spreading wide Like liquid blossoms opening To the rise of April’s tide And if one listens closely to her gentle wind and harkens to her showers One hears April stealing in To waken Nascent flowers Always it begins, as just a gentle patter A tender touch to Mother Natures shoulder As if to say, there’s naught to matter Winter’s time is done No more… will it grow colder I’ll slake the thirst Of frosted earth, says she And rouse the sleeping seeds And I’ll pay no mind To what the kind And even grace the weeds My dewy touch My gentle morning mist Will caress both fields and bowers Imbued as such With Springtime’s kiss And the romance of April Showers
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Nature's Transient

Below, a serene garden of flowers,
Above a vast expanse towers.
Cascaded by effervescent scents with permeable powers,
Sat I on earth's foot stool whiling away the hours.

Suddenly, pelted by thrashing shower,
Scampered to nearest, shielded bower.
Between nook and cranny did cower,
As nearby brook o'er parched earth did scour.

Around noon, clouds no more moisture did share,
All around, trees glistened in sun's bright glare;
Sprung I forth from my lonely, wooded lair,
From veiled thickets did I pare.

Across the gleaming fields did I tear,
Grasshoppers under my feet did scare,
Back to my fawning meadow laid bare,
Contented there to meditate without care.


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the Lucid songs we sing

What colour is your blues
For it always fails to reach our spring
Adams abreach 
And Eve's the moment 
Our gardens sing

If the stars don't reach for you
At least the sun will greet you
Provides the light that allows smiles to blossum
Illuminates the soil that greens your pigment clean
And on to June Bugs you remain unseen

Did you finally settle that dust that rose
With the winters you miss I grow
It left you at a spring time breaze
Did you roll up your sleeves, fall to your knees 
draked in the soil from which cotton seeds

Did you prick your skin and bleed
Did you lie in a petal of roses and read 
as you gazed upon a sky that refused to die
Did you wish for the frost 
To touch the wind and fall subordinate to the cause

And as April died
You realized how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated
Yea as April died
You thought about how much you hated 
The fact that summer was over rated

"songs of a blank season"


Details | I do not know? | |

Mayoss

Cataclysmic nuptials like pebbles fall, between the slats of the grate of dawn
And end to hover 'bove  the wave of life's eternal turning grave
Fragmented intention leads us to powdered evolution
The sluice of lies betroths truth's function
As a mayfly's end is met in a ripple
Gaia no longer bares her nipple
Repugnant redundancy metastisizes for all to see
Thru cataracted counteractivity
we bleed therefore we be, before the tree on bended knee
Barking and scratching, wrongly we flee, disagree to disagree
Rhyming schemes now mildly obscene
And lacking originality
To mime a balleen between the stream
Of consciousness's wailing "ANNUNAKI!"
I sip venom a la carte, trip off the chart
This viper snipes, injects it's gripe
Intravenous diffusion, molecular nail-bomb
Keratin inscriptions on the wailing wall, and then some
Conniption, a declaration of frustration and grief, 
The sacred beef wedged 'tween my teeth
Which once ran thru fields as the mayfly flew
While I sought to sip the sacred brew. 


Details | Triolet | |

Fruitless Buds (Expanded Triolet)

Stars adrift on wicked laughter 
dance amidst these April nights. 
Fragile, pristine alabaster 
stars adrift on wicked laughter. 
Tumbling, twirling falling faster 
asterisms cool and white. 
Stars adrift on wicked laughter 
dance amidst these April nights. 

Buds bow down to frozen masters 
claiming spring as if their right. 
What becomes of fruits hereafter 
buds bow down to frozen masters? 
Timid petals face disaster, 
tumbling dead from Winter blight 
Buds bow down to frozen masters 
claiming spring as if their right. 

Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?
Bitter cold still claims the pastures,
just how long can Jack Frost factor?
What can thrive 'neath icy plasters,
viscous tombs, cocooned delight?
Just how long can Jack Frost factor
bleaching Springtime from my sight?


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Clapper of the Bird Boy

The laugh like cry of the April woodpecker happy in the early spring,
And the dry harsh note of the Jay, awaken the forests and everything,
The dusky wings of rook’s glance in the sun, they are so timid and coy,
Chased off from sown fields and hedges by the clapper of the bird boy.

Bees soon will be seen again diving for nectar in the bells of flowers,
Making a sunshiny hum of renewed happiness so contented for hours,
Men, women and children on the landscape working hard with spring,
Ploughing, harrowing, picking up stones listening to nightingales sing.

Others rolling, bush-harrowing or cleaning the drilled wheat for bread,
Breaking the caked crust on the surface with light harrows the clay red,
Shepherds, shifting hurdles giving the flock pastures the greenest of all,
People working in gardens hoeing, sweeping leaves from last year’s fall.

Peacock and tortoiseshell butterflies amid flowers they don’t have a care,
Settling on warm grounds or hovering high above in the still country air,
Such is April with variable wind and rain with a touch of very early frost,
Nightingales around calthas or kingcups near river places they love most.

A coltsfoot shows it’s yellow flowers on cold bare lands without any leaf,
Violets both blue and white are found as sweet as ever on their own heath,
A cardamine stretches up from the margin of a moist green little hollows,
Again the clapper of the bird boy can be heard chasing off hungry swallows.


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Spring Sensations

Spring Sensations by Antony Norcliffe 13 April 2012

And so on to spring the equinox said
Earths Axis tilts over from black in to red.
Throw forward your clocks and take heed of the soil
Sour Cherries and Gardenia are starting to boil.

Roll away the grey blanket the equinox spoke
Let’s cover this place in a colourful cloak
The colours of the rainbow drape over the land
Removing the cold and crisp winter’s hand. 

Take time to breathe deep the equinox said
Let the beautiful textures play through your head
The smell of the dew on the first day of spring
The touch of the grass and to hear the birds sing.

Here’s to longer days the equinox cried
New born creatures abound and fill farmers with pride.
The starlings and blackbirds return from overseas
Building new nests in the tallest of trees.

Time to open eyes wide the equinox said
 Watch the ice melt away from the frozen river bed
The rivers and streams gurgle from dusk till dawn 
Icicles drip down splashing lilies and frogspawn.

Raise your arms to the heavens the equinox put forth
Feel those showers on your skin as its April of course
With the sun on your back and the wind in your face 
Its time for the farmer to plant crops with all haste.

And so my work is done the equinox sighed
I have created a land that fills me with pride
Nature never rests and a new conductor is near 
Almost time for summer and the Solstice to appear.


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Spring Shows -3 couplets, 30 words

nectar gathered by buzzing bees cherry blossoms like popcorn trees busy eyes suntan bikini pose love breeze flows Spring shows lovers move fast moments stall chasing breath country clocks crawl


Details | I do not know? | |

The Death Of Me

   



                           I die every 13th of April, it started back in 1985.
                  Before I was a person I cannot remember in this lifetime.
       I was plucked from another world and hurled into the stomach of some   
unknown creature. 
 I lived there for nine months. There I was fed by the creature, the creature kept 
me warm.  Then my world changed again on April 13th at 8:36 p.m. I was spat 
from the creatures vagina, only to see the creatures face.
I cannot remember that day very well, I was disoriented from the morphine.
                              All I know is that day was the death of me.
       Now every year that day that time the warning bells of death still chime.
         Telling me every April 13th that passes by is closer to the day I die.





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april

April...

I didn't know you very well April.
You were the start of spring,
The beginning of new things.
Offering a time for transition,
expressing a sweet song for broken men,
showing that what had withered away once could grow again.
April, I sit here now and think of you as me.
You are the most certain uncertainty.
Your chill passes as wind thru my cotton tee.
Your chill is me rushing thru those I've treated improperly.   
Your overcast sky is heavy like my regrets.
It has encompassed my every individual action and step.
Drenching my precious days as I stood wet,
your rain fills the wrinkles of this face I cant forget.
But April, I'm moving away from the mirror, far too long consumed,
and stepping outside with you waiting for the flowers to bloom.
April, your sun is dynamic when you show it.
It is very much like mine within me and I know it.
It turns me completely inside out,
Still fierce with fire under that bed of grey doubt.
Still hot as a lover's passion when it parts the storm clouds to shine.
Yes April I am assured that your sun is much like mine.
So April I do, I see. 
In your light is where I need to be.
This is where I need to focus.
Hopeful now for I know that nothing is hopeless.
It is here and now that I raise my head
from the muck and mire of years past dead.
Here and now clawing mud from the pit of my eyes to see.
April my statement is that Im going to be free.
Like your sun sometimes immaculate in the sky,
Im going to live more for me and be free or die.
I accept the responsibility of success, so I'll try.
And will rest my weary thoughts without inquiring into why?
Why?   Why? Why it all came to be as it did.
I don't know but the best I can do is change how I live.
I wont be selling my cherished ideals,
Im no longer poor.
I wont be pawning off my outbursts
for a cheap pop no more.
Because I need more. More baby, more.
And I know where I need to go.
To kick-start my throbbing heart,
I'm digging back to my roots to grow.
So while your leaves stream upward
and tulips glow from their bulbs,
I'll stand outside myself again, 
fully content to be exposed.
April, I can grow with you now, knowing that I know,
I left myself behind a long time ago.  
But that's o.k.,  somehow i'm thinking WOW! 
I've always dwelled somewhere other than here and now. .
I'm here now though, its crazy,
I sense that I may be fine.
For the love I lost has found me again, 
revealing it's almighty face in mine.