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Details | Rhyme | |

Out of the Sun

              Stayed 
             in the sun 
              to long
               today
 The skin became the bark of a tree
 the soul turning to brittle scars
 for uncaring worlds to see.
             my face
            is a pile of 
           old owl bones
sewn into banks of midnight creeks...
even the plump, over ripened ones 
no longer look at me...
but if their car was desert flat,
their oil grim reaper black
they'd paint a wormy, water colored  smile...
slide it through my barbed wired heart
so long as I could spin the jack...
so I spin it until their potholes turn to satin-
               Stayed 
              in the sun
               to long
                today
the mind has smoothed over 
like pebbles in Saturn rings..
a forgotten spice in the conversation of life
an hour later the word snuggles up to me
               laughingly.

Tomorrow or forever( which ever comes first),
I'll stay wrapped inside
till my skin turns back to ivory
to an easter egg yesterday 
to a time of bouncing ball and spinning jack,
when the mind was a great silky nest...
the face a flowered meadow place 
where watercolors swirled all day, 
the heartworms kept at bay.

I'll stay hidden within the briar, 
till the jewels of memories sooth 
every scar - every stripe,
the molten knots of cruelty,
till the sweetened fruit reclaims the tree.
until then only my curtains breathe...
       ...stayed in the sun 
              to long
                today





Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

This pledge that l,Ntando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed l am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only lie
in word alone but in action as well.

For that reason in every season
I shall show steadfast commitment
to the implementation of this pledge
with a great deal of astuteness.
I therefore commit myself to be your
devoted and delivering husband for
all the years l shall live with you
on this earth.

I shall treat you with the love and care
you deserve as my wife.
Indeed l shall treat you with
the distinction and dignity
that is befitting of the queen of my heart.
That body, that bone, that breath
shall be my mine to treasure,
for sure;
a dearness to promote and protect
for dear life…and love!
I shall stand by and with you in all the
situations of our life.
If the situation demands that we sail,
sail we shall together.
If the situation demands that we
climb,
climb we shall together.

I know very well what l am getting into:
I am getting into a marriage that is
overflowing with blessings.
This marriage- with our mutual
commitment-
will stand the test of time.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
brims over with a transforming power
of love.

This marriage-with our
mutual commitment –
will transform naivety into maturity
troubles into challenges
pretence into practice
pride into progress
bachelorship into companionship.
I pledge to be your steward and partner
for all times.

I shall value the consultations
and decisions that we make as
husband and wife.
As head of the family I shall do nothing

 

to derail our love train for anything else
least of all for personal and selfish reasons.
Now and forever

I am your lawful and loving husband…
This pledge that l, Nothando, make today serves
as my guideline that I shall follow
happily, ungrudgingly and tirelessly
for the sake of our love life.
Indeed I am well aware of the fact that
the beauty of this pledge does not only
lie in pronouncements but in practice
as well.

For this reason every season
I shall demonstrate untiring love
and loyalty to you;
a love and a loyalty that is a living
embodiment of our marriage vows.
I therefore commit myself to be your
honouring, supportive and loving wife
for all the years l shall live with you.
I shall treat you with the love and care
that you deserve as my husband.
Indeed I shall treat you with
the dignity and nobility that is befitting
of the king of my heart.
On my mind it is always fresh
that I am the flesh of your flesh.
Green or grown

I am the bone of your bone.
I know very well what I am getting into:
I am getting into a relationship that
elevates me into a kingdom of wifehood.
I shall endevour to put my family first
with all the rights, obligations
and privileges that come with wifehood.
I shall endevour to wipe off and ward off
loneliness and lostness from our relationship,
seeking nothing but your companionship;
banking on your stewardship,
sinking together any hardship.
Since you are mine
I shall not do anything else to undermine
our relationship for personal
or egotistical
reasons.
Now and forever
I am your lawful and loving wife…


Details | Rhyme | |

Memories on Branches

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence sounding like taste, acting like epistle
to hold this moment in a silvery image, like moon, or  dove
low, low, a bowl formed while sunshine flickers above.

Chains of yellow petals hang over our deck, the leaves hands--
offer welcome resting branch, our sheltered home.
Seeds follow close, fragile like beans, hard case to feed the land
crawl before God, they say, be grateful as we weed and stir loam.
Together seeds and flowers and hands make a life a poem.

Awaiting the sumac, the flame at summer's ending is fruitless
we've passed the feathering, the pimping of red underneath bristle
the deer horn softness crawling out in oddest places in a mess
lining the sand pond, above the purpled iris, the pestle
of stone and sun, no rain to bring down sumac's fiery trestle.

Vulturous crows squawk and fight the ring-billed sea gulls
waiting, one in the bared hollow hands of the cottonwood
the other fat-bellied and waddling after rain finally dulls
we're under hoodies,  under shivers, our neighborhood
waits the pinking and mossing, will it unfurl new wood?


Details | Free verse | |

So Soft

                         So Soft

Serene and silent the head caresses pillow
Landing soft and slowly with a sigh
Quiet sounds of silken quilt
In covered warmth
Receives the fragile woman worn of age
Contentment on her face
As she finds comfort and companion with relief 
In design and form beneath
As she slips between the sheets
A slower moving body
In the cozy bedroom for some tranquil sleep
Outside, snowflakes count down the hours  
Blanketing the relaxed house near heaven
In penetrating peace
Mounting are the flowing mounds of white 
Building moments upon other open moments
Smiles take the woman on a cloud
To drift as well
Composed and calm
Upon her pillow down

             8/21/14 Seasonal Bliss poetry contest


Details | Concrete | |

Garden Of Flowers

 Garden Of Flowers

Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn violet?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you set like the summer sun?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn pink?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you shower like the spring rain?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn yellow?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you fall like the autumn leaves?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you turn purple?
Red rose’s red rose’s, won’t you freeze over with the winter breeze?

As the roses looked up
As the roses looked down
As the roses looked right 
As the roses looked left

They spoke with a gentle tongue, like a thousand whisper “As the seasons turn, so shall we. We’ll move with the wind, and stop with the thin air. Well be heated by the summer sun and frozen with the winter breeze”. 
So, said the roses from the garden of flowers.


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 | Free verse | |

leaving August

        Leaving the last days of August
          memories of the sea waves crashing 
        Tides that leave shells broken to find ~
        
        picnic memories ~
                      fireworks night 
                             Birthday cakes sparkle ~

    sunburns under a sage kissed dessert Moonlight 
         The Summer reminds us of happier days
             scents of coconut oil and lime 
        
            reminds us all of what is yet to come ~
              
              The rain comes down hard
          crying for all souls lost and left behind

             The birds fly in perfect form 
           reminding all of the September storm 
             
           begging for history not to repeat ~
 
                 ~   In war 
                        no wins 
                            only defeat ~
 
            two beams of light straight to the Heavens   
                stay through the whole month of September
                   they remind us to listen silently we stand still 
          
          For the city lives and breaths left with loss 
                    many questions unanswered remain ~
                  
               Leaving behind August
                    entering Septembers fears ~
               
                          
                             



 I love this poem because it reflects on the past and the coming month in remembrance of history that took place September 11th 2001. In a way it is a oxymoron . from passionate summer nights to the fear embraced in the month coming :)

                    



Details | Rhyme | |

The Masters

h when i was truth i fell
drew boy i grew up
still def still be a cre4ators tool
wipers for the pain tears drop
fear not, fret no baby worrys from the devil. whispers on my ear xrtays , be very afraid, cantrall camaflauge like a sand dollar, honor boy we descretion , a virtue is all im left now, we the still launching balls in the park, remarks, its remarkableaint it?deep all dark as the cell lights from weldsgenuine from the top to the bottom, weathered by the struggle tried and true i confess tyhe devil still got a bounty on my head here, Weapons come bring all even that

determination reaffirmed confirmation
dragged across the face of
the devil, and i will face him,
killer on a cutthroat, lost my chrome and prorellis,
tomahawk mechetes,common cause i blare on, bread and butter, married to love of, giving mary credit, everytime i ever said it, deeper than the message, freedom never said more, boy act like he badder, go for me now im bipolar facing all weapons like its the deepest ****ing episode, connection in the west, no nothing coming easy, friends spell finders,wilder than saying it aint over, i aint acting like im clean, babys body beating on my head whelps and melodies, def to a felony, boy consider carefully im more than just distant memories, more than u still feell, the crown on your head of a king i slam down, been down in this sound like seashells has been around, like it hurts well pain is my profession, still trying trying to perfect it, pros dont know whats pros and cons know, among those pics as fast a lens close, so i been known tell u motha****as i been known, still feeling likke i got a price on me, yea devils got a bounty on my head, ask my nephew, ask me and stars shine like scars be me traveling far to minds, reaching for more life treating this like im beast tearing out this town by its eyeballs, white squalls black powder , blast that ass like Im massive passions in acid baths,listen strictly speaking to the Masters, G-force and white noise creator of the devil salngs pain choice words Streets still speak ina deep voice, do u feel remorse, hear the men i lead hear me boy slient in a count down anticipation anger too got u making mistakes now, now now no i aint even dressed in your wardrobe, take the tie off, nical all nighters, alcohol graig them twist their ****ing minds up, listen if u got better hand, well stealth meet finesse's nails, i said i will, sett a trap and the net never catches me it never will, dealing with a hardhead, as i rain hell down soft my middle finger the taste of victory , that u still long for, flash that mercy and emergencys well dont freak out, i speak out
and put a X on a narc's head, boy im part metal, its what i teethed on, Like Im thuggish for accidents that the dicate the laws broken by a skunk, feel my blanco vendetta,as it shrinks your stature, just suppose I stole your power, well ***** u can have it back,


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

A thorough yield
On a farm field of far east
It took me time to realize
How far I am to my far east of coast

Call of my weather
Call of my winds
I sailed further and farther
To my naked coasts
Naive songs, Nimble rains
Nile of rivers, Nascent clouds

Reaching this far
I kissed my earth
Ground of my grief
Glory of my ghosts
Glad is those leaves
However scanty they are

Cast is my shadows
No longer they hide
My colors and my figures
They cast numbers on stars
Measure their light
Scope my winters
Scale my summers
Scanty my rains
Scuttle I wish my springs

Now let me see my greens
Their leveling heights
Their leafy gaze
Their spiderly gesture
Their primordial texture
Now let me be slow
In company of my greens

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Triolet | |

Fall's Beginning

Fall's Beginning  

- featuring Sara Kendrick
 
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown
Early zephyr cool and air wrung dry
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
A start to a wonderful day birds cry
Leaves in places now caramel brown
The Easter dresses strown across morn's sky
Crinolines on horizon with gown

---

We walk the green fern garden range
We sit and stare and tease our eyes
Emotions flow with my Easter dress so strange
Easter morn vocals came within range
We’re dancing, like leaves that rearrange
I twirl my gown to fly with the skies
Angel dust travels swiftly in the open range
Clouds fall vividly on my gown like crinolines disguise!


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


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 | 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


Details | Limerick | |

I looked over

Sassy Irish lassie that is clear                                                                                      But I think too much green beer                                                                            Teasing with the stripped clover                                                                                    All the fun and games are over                                                                                Awoke to lose her charms, Oh Dear


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

Missed it-One day at a time

One day at a time
With the delusion of anger,
falling from my eyes,
The veil of bitterness,
Torn from the one I despised,
My heart withers in my chest
The spell that cast a shadow on this beauties shimmering frame
That hid a wonder a mystery this woman bearing my name.
I cannot believe I’ve lived alongside you for so long
And missed the chorus of a lover’s  refrain.
We like strangers in the night
Ships passing by on a foggy sea,
Have rediscovered each other again,
Fearful yet wanting, the task ahead daunting,
Forever changed by the crimson stain,
Leaving us equipped in ways we can never explain.
One day at a time, we live for these moments,
One day at a time, is all we are given,
And by the grace of God our one day at a time will turn into memories
That we will share over a lifetime.


Details | Rhyme | |

An Era gone

An Era Gone.

An era gone, what's it about?
This life as folk move in and out
And Mum and dad now they're gone too
To be recharged then start anew
A funny dance this life it be
Dancing on eternally.

Yes life it be a complex tale
wrote on the screen of here and now
Brief images just dancing by
Their aim, to make one wonder why
For man can never be like beast
Who happy be, yet know the least.

So deep within my core I feel
A stream that flows and always will
There's spring, then summer, Autumn too
And then the winter. Start anew
So round and round and round it goes
Forever on the river flows.

So me, I see old mum and dad
Reunited, happy, glad.
within a garden filled with splendor
Together oh so loving, tender
As they wait once more to come on down
As the circle keeps on turning round.

2000 Socrares.


Details | Lyric | |

Summertime Re-Lyric

Summertime…and the livin’ is easy,                                                
Flowers growin’ and the sun’s sittin’ high.                                    
Your Daddy’s rich and your Momma’s so good lookin’;               
So hush, pretty baby…you got no reason to cry. 

One of these days, you’re gonna rise up smilin’.
Take a look around and think you’ve got it all.
You’ve got your Momma’s looks, all your Daddy’s money,
And all the boys in town are at your beck and call.

Summertime…and the livin’ is so easy,
Laughin’, singin’, havin’ so much fun.
No time to stop and think about your future
And what life will bring when your Summer’s  done.

‘Cause Summertime, it don’t last forever.
Breezes cool and the leaves begin to fall;
And in your quiet moments, you sit and wonder
How you've come so far, but have no love at all.

Yes, Summertime…and the livin’ was so easy; 
Ain’t it sad how fast the good times fly; 
And now your Momma’s looks and all your Daddy’s money
Another sweet, warm Summer’s day they cannot buy. 


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

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


Details | Villanelle | |

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. 


Details | ABC | |

AlphaBet Constructs 3 2 1

Alphabet Constructs 3 2 1

Annotated Achilles amends fallen frame amputees

Bulimec Barbies browse media monkey banalaties

Cameo clouds cling to beaded breath curios

Dopamine dreams dilenate check cash desires

Echo endorfins eulogize bullet brain excrement

Fecal folly fantasies reveal relevant frivoloties

Gonadial grownups gulp secret scrotal generosities

Helical hemorriods hinder senior stricken hemocraps

Idiotic ideals idioiosyncrate post partem iconoclasts

Jack Jill juxtapositories seek sexestential jouveniers

Kryptic killer kisses ascot arrogant kingdumbs

Liquid lipid loiners fear frontline lucklullibies

Malovent mommies masterbate rich reflective mommocules

Nevertheless nightengales nourich ruby rich noonbeams

Ovulatory occults outsource torrent tofu outrages

Pensive picses picnics lovelorny passions 

Queer quiet quintensials release rancid quotients

Rape ripe residuals nullify nimble reprocussions

Silky seafoam silohouttes fornicate frothy sandlets

Tepid torch trilogies belie beligerent tourniquets

Useless utterences utilize organize orgasmic utopias

Venimous vixens violate cruel.com visions

White willow wombs softly seed hospice hell winds

XY XX xfactors envision extracurricular xraydoms

Yearning yoyo yesterdays calculate clearcovert yeilds

Zen zealous zions mirror maginfy Zoneotones 


Details | Dramatic monologue | |

The Murder Of One Lead To Another

The Murder Of One Lead To Another


My death caused yours. I left without a fight like I had all those times before. Murder by my own self-indulgence. Looking how I had left you to your own devices, if I would had known that would be the cause of your death would I have been less self centered? Can you hear me singing to you as you slit your wrist and separate soul and body? Slowly slipping away as I sing the song of the 7 veils. I yearned for you, as you loved for me could we be the most perfect couple to die for selfish wish. What fools we are leaving this world just for a death we know nothing of. 
Stop! Return! Don’t leave me just yet! Are the words I hear as I return to living breathing state, I was returned back to this world? For you I could live on, for you I could die by your side, for you I would make you live forever with me. I was murder, you slit your wrist but in the moment of leaving this world we both was called back by the body we left behind. We came back hand and hand together to stay side by side. I was murder you slit your wrist, but in that last moment I came back for you and you came back for me. Did you see it our nearly over soul ready to be devoured and consumed by our greed? 
I was murder, as you slit your wrist. We tried to destroy our suffering and we nearly destroyed our bond. My death led to your death but in our final moment we were called back to this unforgivable world. Murder by self-indulgence, suicide of a broken heart, which was our ways out of this world. Thank you for calling me back.


Details | Free verse | |

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.  


Details | Haiku | |

Life Battles

Frigid winds approach,
Determined leaf flaps in gloom:
Grasped to branch of life.


Details | Free verse | |

Spirit of the wind

Echo I hear its calling in the air
A field of golden rod fluttering in the autumn breeze 
A worn straw-hat on a weathered deck chair 
An old man’s garden and a harvest that appeased 
Oh hello to today filled with change goodbye to summer 
Your ruined green pastures have been pickled to a bronze
Such a pretty demise for something so free 
Changing trails with sunken stones 
Who knows how many tomorrow are left to see 
Where tan colored faces will fade its tones 
A color of patchwork of orange peel and crimson foliage shower us with its surrender 
A memory of messy faces with ice-cream cones 
So for now we weep the joyous painted colors you muster
A joy to the mind’s eye 
A stream of cranberry red bushes a wonder luster 
And he smiles waiting with his basket of pride and his summer-like complexion
His eyes filled with hope and dinner time anticipation 
A dying leave passes his face right in his walking direction 
No worries just a joy he has for his outdoor affections 




Details | Free verse | |

Ruby Leaves

Crimson leaves, like rubies,
glisten with dew
in morning sunlight

A sea of red, expanding daily,
buffers the steps of early risers…
sneakers quickly wet 
from daily daybreak runs
Stretching out the clocks
agendas to meet
no time for fun

A strolling elder couple
enjoying the richness of the scene
realizing quickly that the view
beckons more than lingered pause
and wonders in amazement
how one ignores it
without due cause 

Gifted jewels appreciated
by wiser eyes in evenings stage
harvest autumn sights 
with seasoned delightful awe…
and like a child, 
garnering anew
the glorious wonder of it all 

Crimson leaves, like rubies,
last only for a season
quickening joy in later years

©Debra Squyres 2013  


Details | Verse | |

Deep in the Woods

Deep in the woods,

the branches dance in the wind,

wild and free,


Spreading their fragrance for

you and me.


Wild flowers sway,

as the wind try's picking them up,


Their roots planted firmly,

as they flow from side to side,


showing us all their glory,

and our makers touch inside,


shadows follow as they calmly go slow,

Deep in the woods,

time is well known,

as night takes hold,

until the morning,

when light takes control.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


Details | Rhyme | |

All That's Sure Is the Season

Approaching the winter of my years,
Never yet found my reason.
So much laughter, so many tears,
Yet all that’s sure is the season.

To few, all my days;
So many spent simply breezin’.
Should I regret their waste
When all that’s sure is the season?

What’s it been about anyway?
Perhaps there is no reason.
Did so want to learn the truth,
But all that’s sure is the season.

Always tried to consider others.
‘Tis much easier to be pleasin’. 
How many are my friends?
All that’s sure is the season

Felt the urge to make my mark.
Fame or fortune was my reason.
Fear of failure was my tether,
For all that’s sure is the season.

A man of Christian faith,
Hope God finds me pleasin’.
Fair chance tho’, I’ll go to Hell,
Yes, all that’s sure is the season.

So what of value will I leave?
Hearts and souls I may be teasin’
With too few words too few will read,
While all that’s sure is the season.

Approaching the winter of my years, 
Never yet found my reason;
But thank God for each extra day I search.
Still, all that’s sure is the season.


Details | Free verse | |

Daffodil Dreams

Living rays of sunshine in fragrant blossom
Hide their countenance from the silver face of
The moon riding high outside her window

From twilight ‘til dawn, they in patience
‘Bide the night, keeping silent vigil o’er
The lone sleeper that lay before them

She lay dreaming of fresh air in the spring of her youth
Running through the bright summer gardens and
Dancing with the memory of autumn

Now, as the winter winds howl outside her window
She dreams of warm kisses and
A man with daffodils in his outstretched hand


Christopher Thor Britt
Motif: Nature/Romantic


Details | Bio | |

Do not blink ... A fast and sad tale.

How do I pen a cliche’
so it isn’t the cliche’, 
but the reality.

My skin has soft little wrinkles
that look like ripples on water. 
Yesterday it didn’t.

When did I start needing naps,
that have now become mini comas.
Yesterday I was working until I got my second wind.

The mirror seems to feel the need to taunt me
with an image of someone I do not know.
Yesterday the image was 18.

When I forget and sit too long,
it takes the length of the room to work out the stiffness and pain.
Yesterday, I didn’t have time to sit.

I won’t think about this today
I’ll do it tomorrow
But, tomorrow was yesterday, and the year is gone.

I must have blinked while laughing in the face of spring,
a brief summer warmth on my eye lids as they go down, 
and as they started up again, fall is turning to winter.


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Through the Ages

The ice age has long gone A history of pain and abandon The world is tired of all the strain The hatred has melted away The new age has been born Colors of love has adorned The skies of humanity Yet we still felt the enmity Of the past winter, so harsh It had been and all have starved For the age of fortune But realized it is an opportune That I must take To ensure it is in the make Spring rains may have drenched us But with them, quenched is our thirst For the Source of that love Has been found coming from above Like the sun that suddenly broke through A sky charged with so much gloom And we feel deeply the rebirth That comes with Spring's mirth And around the corner Approaches the age of Summer. By CarolineCecile


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Summer Passage

            Summer Passage

Bones burnt white and crisp on deserts open hell of summer
Eyes turn painful red in sun’s fierce and punishing glare
But children only know the surf and blue rolling waves
Cool breezes, endless play, and warmth of friends
Sky and sand take over 
Become the blue and white of life
These things pass into tranquility in slow autumnal flow
On gentle orange and yellow spiraling leaves at leisure
Drifting, tumbling as in sleep, with no particular place to go
Autumn catches every fragrance of the harvest too
Lavender and pumpkin tell the truth
The moon grows large as we pick every plant
September, October and November forget the past
As they sleep beneath the green serene 
Of summer's grass

Created on 8/30/14 for Summer’s End Poetry contest
  


 


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Crossing the Yellow Lines

Pavers of life worn down with ware
Solid blocks built upon, set with care
October years spent mending the cracks
that Septembers years most surely lacked

Crossing the yellow lines
with a quivering spine
as November draws nearer 
December years decline

Autumns harvest of memory troves
feels winters cold remembrance slow
Golden nostalgia, like falling leaves,
too briskly escapes in winters breeze

 © Debra Squyres


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In Season

Youthful hair blows free,
Flows wild as the sea,
Soft as toes against the sand.
The days grow hazy;
The sun grows lazy;
Too soon, skin is fully tanned.

Too soon, school bells ring; 
Grown up kids they bring;
Buttoned neatly are their clothes.
Crunchy leaves will fall,
Ripened harvests call,
Seasons come and then they close.


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Autumn's Decor



Amber winds of fall
 
adorning pastel hues on trees
 
as scarfed night passes
 
 
with chilled air blowing
 
patterns of froth cling on stems
 
dressed like autumn's maid.



For Dr. Ram :Choka Me 


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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.


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A Single Summer Night

The summer’s heat made me almost swoon. Here we were on the last day in June. Two weeks had passed since I wore my cap and gown. I spotted a woman who had just moved into town. For a boy at the young age of eighteen, everything comprised a usual summer scene. What attractiveness she possessed! I could not help but stare. I swear I saw her wink at me while she passed through the sultry air. I was all alone later that day when she walked up to me. She said, “Hello, I am new in town. My name is Audrey”. This woman was older than I, and must have held a mystical force. She was enough to make my ship begin sailing well off course. This lady told me she lived alone and went through a divorce. We walked over to her house, and then we went inside. Audrey took my hand and showed me she had nothing to hide. I was a boy when I saw the sunset with my eyes. The next morning, I was a man when I gazed at the sunrise. Many years have passed, and Audrey is but a memory. In a single night, this woman made me reach maturity. Robert Pettit for Frank Herrera's Coming of Age contest


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Going Through

(Free Style) 


Going thru life is often not very easy and nice 
And many dreams we have don't go right as problems arise. 
Things may deteriorate  and just start falling apart. 
No matter what you do all can happen so fast and break your heart. 
So begin to see all the positive things starting right in your mind. 
Connect with your Higher Power so you won't walk all alone and blind. 
Good and bad things can take place in your life just about any day. 
When we least expected stormy clouds will appear right in the sky. 
There are many bad things that in this life  we  don't really deserve 
But this is life and reality  and that's what we get at times served. 
This world and people in general are not perfect in any way 
No matter what we do and what along the lines we may just say 
So be good to yourself and never hit yourself too much in the head 
Some many things and events may not be even your fault after all 
No really worthy to cry all the time and get stuck in a painful past 
All those things are already either for good or bad done and said 
We need to accept and remember that nothing after all in this life can really 
last. 


Dorian Petersen Potter 
aka ladydp2000 
copyright@2014 

April,19,2014 


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SUNRISE

There was a wave of emotion thrown from the crimson bathed sea. As the warmth of the morning sunlight wrapped it's blanket around me. The water below being thrown against the rugged rocks with ease. Then instinctually followed by a luke warm breeze. I stand by the seaside and watch the colours off the morning sky. It fills me with so much pleasure that I feel a tear fall from my eye. I watch as the colours of the sky Mix and match together as if moved by an artists hand. A brush stroke here and a brush stroke there until it looks elegant and grand. An image of beauty, the summer morning sunlight. An image which my memory will hold tight.


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It is Good (Part II)

Still, there were no sea creatures, no birds, no land creatures,
And there was neither man nor woman;
Yet, God saw that it was good.				             #11

Since there were no living creatures on the earth, 
God created the great whales and every living thing
With which the water teems.  He also said, "Let birds fly
Above the earth in the open sky," and God saw that it was good
Blessing them saying, "Be fruitful and multiply."
And there were evening and morning- the fifth day.		             #12

Now, on the sixth day, God made the wild animals, the livestock
And everything that creeps along the ground, each according to their kinds,
And though God was not finished, He saw that it was good.	             #13
 
Then God said, "Let us make man in our image and in our likeness 
And let them rule... over all the earth."  So God created man in His own image.
In the image of God He created him; male and female he created them.           #14

From the dust of the ground He formed man and breathed into his nostrils
The breath of life, and the man became a living soul.  	                                  #15

Later, causing a deep sleep to fall upon the man, God took out one of the man's 
Ribs and closed up the place with flesh.  Then with the rib, the Lord God made a 
Woman and brought her to the man.                                                                           #16

 He blessed them saying,	
"Be fruitful and multiply.  Replenish the earht and subdue it.  Have dominion over 
the fish...  the fowl...  and every living thing that moves upon the ground."           #17

He also gave them every green plant for food, and it was so.                                #18

Then God saw all that He had made, 			
And behold, it was very good.				             #19

So, He rested on the seventh day because He had finished the work He had 
been doing.	                                                                                                  #20