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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.


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Christmas Magic

The magic came to Christmas Day when shepherds first were told, When wise men brought their frankincense, their myrrh and gifts of gold, When heaven opened wide its gates and angels came to sing; For in a manger on the hay, lay Christ, the newborn king. I found it first at Grandma's house, so many years ago, When she prepared her Christmas treats and Grandpa seemed to glow. The house was full of warmth and love, so sweet, so pure and real; And what I cherish most of all, that Christmas magic feel. It's in the music, on the air; just turn the dial to find Inspiring songs that sing of peace, goodwill to all mankind. They sing their praises unto God and spread their Christmas cheer, And everywhere the songs are sung, they find an opened ear. Its clamor, sparkle, warmth and hope, of which we try to write In pretty lines of words and rhymes that never sound just right, Can best be seen in children's eyes when they awake to see What Santa Claus has brought and placed beneath the lighted tree. The magic feel returns each year with warmth on coolish nights, With memories steeped in seasons passed, in songs and blinking lights, At Grandma's house, her Christmas treats, aromas rich and spiced; To recognize the best in man, and honor Jesus Christ.


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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.


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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


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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…


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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


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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


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SEPTEMBER BRIDES

SEPTEMBER BRIDES ` ` , ,,,, ,` `` ```,,,,,, ,````` magenta boughs sheer as bridal lace adorn mid summer-time trees they flutter like acrylic confetti glazed, and scattered on rapturous breeze Botticelli petals drift like scarlet flakes down to gather round pastoral feet, their fragrance fills September’s gown with brushstrokes so apricot sweet bridal trees alight as beguiling mists all clad in sultry glow’s array awoken by a waft of groom's kiss on this, God’s first September day... --------------------- quatrain © all rights reserved Especially for Brian’s September By nette onclaud


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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


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ANTICPATING THE THRILL OF THE HOLIDAYS

Nippy air bites the skin, sunlight trails off in a sky so morose;  
bare trees contemplate the yellow grass below mourning their lost splendor;
be that messenger of the Season's Greetings and avoid being sad and alone...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Assist me in decorating the pine-scented and candle-lit rooms ,
of my lair; please, come in and accept my hospitality with ardor;
let's chat over dinner and sparkling wine until darkness looms... 
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


Anticipate the thrill of the Holidays with a big smile spreading cheer:
dream of snow, of Santa riding his sleigh from the cold North Pole;
he'll remember every good kid who has shown obedience and grace...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of the year!


I looked for a Christmas Tree crossing the snowy boardline,
searching the nearest forest for the tallest, prittiest one
with the help of neighbors who had a good will and no fear...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!  


So much I will share and learn this Holiday Season announcing a divine birth
to the Earth below brightened by candles, twinkling lights and mirth; 
admire my decorations of garlands and golden bells to make you merrier...
welcome to my Holiday home at this very special time of year!


Family, friends and neighbors gather around this fireplace that will bewilder us,
let's remember the wonderful birth of our Savior Jesus, who came to visit us;
hear the song of the angels echoing through the chilly air...
welcome to my holiday home at this special time of year!





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Untie The Knot This Christmas

Untie the knot this Christmas,
Have a look inside
At the gift you have been given,
It may be to 'cool' to hide!

Undo the layers of wrapping,
Find out what's hidden there.
Be careful how you open it;
It says, "Handle with care."

Unto you this gift is given,
It's stamped 'FROM GOD ABOVE'.
He sends this blessed present,
With unrequisite love.

Understand there is no motive.
This gift is free indeed.
It's given to each person,
Who truly has a need.

Unlock your heart this Christmas,
Let peace and joy flow through.
Then Christmas will be special;
Especially for you!!


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WHAT CHRISTMAS IS ABOUT

Christmas is not about silver bells
And sleigh riding in the snow.
Christmas is not about holly boughs
And sprigs of mistletoe.
Christmas in not about golden rings
Or partridges in a tree.
Christmas is all about Jesus Christ,
Who came to save sinners like me.
                             
Christmas is not about Santa Claus
And good little girls and boys.
Christmas is not about eight reindeer
And lots of Christmas toys.
Christmas is not about shopping days
Or trimming the Christmas tree.
Christmas is all about Jesus Christ,
Who came to save sinners like me.

For God so loved the world
That He sent His only Son
To bleed and die upon a cross
To pay for the sins we’ve done.
He was born of a virgin at Bethlehem
To die at Calvary.
Christmas is all about Jesus Christ,
Who came to save sinners like me.    


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I'm Sorry

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


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Rainbow Colors (Cinquain)

Rainbow
Colorful arch
Heavenly gracious light
Glorious feeling from above
Colors



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


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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.


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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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Autumnal Tease

Deep within the emerald, jaded summers days
Whilst Mother Nature dances
Exotically lays
In the eyes and minds of human folk

Autumn Elf clambers up
Deep amongst the trees
To whisper words
To tempt her
From summers verde beam

At first she is easily distracted
As a beautiful fledgling flirt
Yet slowly
Through Autumns persistent promises
He softly tempts her
She settles down beside him engrossed in smouldering embers mirth
And whilst his teasing Tongue and breath
Does tinker on her cheek

The cloak of limes and lemon trees
Does
Very
Slowly
Slip

To reveal one precious summer bronzed shoulder

(at this point)
Autumn Elf
Aware his seduction does so succeed
He offers up his golden cap
Whilst bowing on one knee

As after all she is his queen
The one for whom he yearns
And waits silently within the trees
For her glorious return.


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Sandals Removed

Earth's crammed with heaven, and every common bush afire with God. And only he who sees
takes off his shoes, the rest sit round and pluck blackberries.

-- Elizabeth Barrett Browning

The more time I share with you
I find me like a wave crashing a distant shore.
Insatiable thirst to drink from your
living pools of water.
Bathed in your furnace fires
in this latter time.

Let me not be the one to pluck
blackberries from the bushes,
But a small flame joined in
your blazing fires.
I am in awe to stunned
to move from your presence.
So close, I can feel a wind called
Jehovah wrapped around me.

I remove my sandals on this
earthly ground.
Knowing I am standing in your presence,
the true essence of Holy Ground.
I have seen and witnessed your
Majestic Power, Love, and Salvation. 

This poem is featured at Sword n Light with music and art feel free to visit.
http://www.swordnlight.com/sandals.html


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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!








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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 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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You Don't Have To LIve Like You Did Before

You don’t have to live… 
 Like you did before!
I can give you my love… 
 And so much more!

You don’t have to keep on
 “bringing up the past…”
I will give you a peace and joy
 that will forever last!”

The chains you once had…
 No longer have to hold you down.
I will pick you up and plant you
 on solid ground!

You don’t have to live the way
 that you once lived…
An abundance of forgiveness and mercy
 is what I freely give!

You no longer have to live a life
 that is filled with fear…
I will always be your best friend. 
 I am always here!

You can come to me for a love 
that is worth finding…
My promises are forever.  
You need no reminding!

You can be a new creation. 
 Old things passed away.
I am that I am.  And I can change
 your life TODAY!

I am Jesus.  Your provider. 
 The all-sufficient one.
My arms are wide open for you… 
 Won’t you come???

By Jim Pemberton   
12/07/10


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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.


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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


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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.


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Healing Season

Autumn came this summer
on a cool winter's day
Then spring walked in behind her
Then spring soon danced away:
 
A flower grew beside her
from a freshly fallen pile of snow
And the petals fall onto the ground
shortly after the winds blows:
 
As quickly as the seasons change
so the same, time does pass
and the memory of frozen ground
is soon your bed of grass:
 
The time which a flower bares it's bloom
or clouds share their summer rain
Quickly passes with the shifting winds
As it guides away your pain:
 
My lover spoke just as a friend
As a stranger, then took my hand
As one beginning drew to another end
the setting sun made me understand:
 
The Earth is not that far around
The sun rises in the day
And as quickly as the lightning strikes
The storm can roll away.


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Seasons

Seasons come and seasons go.
Life changes for better and sometimes worst.
Strength comes from storms.
The best is appreciated by suffering the worst.
Never change as Seasons do.
Follow your dreams never lose sight of you.
Don't forget who you are.
Don't let life's disappointments leave a scar.
On your emotions and eat away at you.
Until the pain is so strong it overwhelms you.
Don't be blinded by dream realization.
After each storm there is sunshine.
And you can endure good and bad times.
Never let go of your ability to reason.
Perservere learn from all Seasons.




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Soul Ties

Soul ties are tight like crazy glue.Who could ever get through?Stuck twisted,and  
bonded,can't really hide it.
Soul ties:listening to the continuous lies and the fake alibis underneath that dark 
disguise.
Soul ties are so deep that they cause me to creep.Making me feel so cheap 
inside where the Holy Ghost can't abide.Because there is so much sin inside of 
me,causing my maker to turn away due to the sin I've created that burdens Him  
everyday.
Soul ties are like cancer that will cause you not to answer the call of the parakleet.
Come and be restored.Take the mindset to be free and walk into God's liberty.
Soul ties can make or breaker you.A soul tie with our maker is burden-lifter and a 
yoke breaker;the finisher of all my fights with much delight.I don't have to fight 
anymore.
A soul tie can make or break you .Which one will you choose?Or will you continue 
to abuse the soul and unite with savages that cannot make you whole? 
Continuing the cycles of twists and turns and down in  hell where the(flesh) will 
burn.
Soul ties:which tie will you take?Jesus is on His way.Get it right today  without  
delay.Release the sin today so you can be on your way.
Soul ties:which one will you choose?Today,again, I say Jesus is coming any 
day.Choose to connect with Jesus.He'll lead the way.
Soul ties: which one will you choose?With Jesus you can't lose.
Soul tie with Him today!


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I'm Thristy

Clouds burst
   Crops thirst


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Haiku Footle

Haiku

I Do




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Did The Lord Build Your House

Did The Lord Build Your House? This house of ours is “plain.” But is still standing. We’re “simple folks...” By many people’s understanding… We may not have much of what is “socially appealing”… But we have love in our hearts. And this is a good feeling! We may not be “wrapped up” in much of this world’s entertainment. But we seek God’s peace and a desire for contentment. We, as a family, have one purpose and “calling” in mind. To seek God’s ways of being merciful and kind… Each day we pray with much thankfulness in our hearts… For this is where happiness and gratitude starts! We’re thankful to the Lord for his unfailing grace… And for keeping us together in this special place… We’re blessed to have a God who is truly worth finding. His word in our lives is precious and worth memorizing! “Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain that build it!” God must rule and reign… So his love can completely fill it! By Jim Pemberton


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

     Contract Delete


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This Memorial Day We Salute Our Veterans

We salute every soldier who’s
 served this great nation.
And offer a heart of thanks
 and appreciation!

We salute each member 
of our armed forces.
And are thankful for their
 efforts and resources!

We salute the many who 
protect our borders too.
We’d be in trouble…  
If not for people like YOU!

We salute every son and 
daughter lost in a war.
YOU are what serving this
 country is meant for!

We salute the officers who’ve 
guided our women and men.
Our prayers are with you!  
And our love from within!

We salute our veterans!  
Wherever they may be!
Those who served on
 land, air and sea!

Offering prayer to the
 Lord is our belief…
That he will guide our
 Commander-in-Chief!

As we observe 
Memorial Day this year…
Let’s offer our soldiers
 love, hope and cheer…

May God bless them in
 all they endeavor
And his peace be with them
 today and forever!!

By Jim Pemberton  
05/21/10


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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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Snowflake

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


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Easter Joy!

E  aster! Born of ultimate love!

A  Lamb, unblemished, laid down and died

S   ins, each one, was paid in full

T  ortured, disrespected, denied, betrayed

E   entered Hades, ripped veil, bringing prophets of old, to
			       just reward
R  ose victorious, conquered death



J   esus Christ, joy astounding, Risen Lord! The Lion and the Lamb

O  ver two thousand years, though maligned, still alive! 

Y  our hopes and mine, all rest in Him


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Fright Night

<                                       the ... be ~witch ~ing ~ hour
                                         ghost ~ and ~ gobblings ~ lurking .... for
                                         it's  ~  candies .......  bounty


                                        amidst ~ swollen ...... moon
                                        face ~ of ~ wicked ~ witch .....  smiling 
                                        bats ~ fly ~ in ....... frenzy


                                        
                                       great ~ jack - o - lantern
                                       menacing ~ halloween ~ glow
                                       on ~ darken ......... doorsteps




For Linda Marie's
Halloween Haiku
G.L. All


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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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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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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


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Day My Uncle Died



The Day My Uncle Died...

I was thinking about the smile on my uncle’s face….
This was a before he would “leave this place."

I'll never forget the words shortly before he died.
The more I thought about it, the more I cried.

He said, "you know Jimmy I wish I got to know you better."
I never received another phone
 call or even a letter.

A few days later he was ready to go to a funeral.
But it was also him who received a burial.

I was shocked and amazed as to what happened.
The events took place. There was no way
 I could "stop them."

Memories I had were from many years ago.
I often think about him.    And I do miss him so!

I suppose many don't take the time to realize...
How quickly life passes... 
Then someone dies.

Perhaps there's someone in your
 life you can think of…
There's been a situation that you're
embarrassed to "speak of/"

A harsh word said, and angry thought was spoken.
And soon your relationship has been "broken."

This may be a good time with this person to spend.
Irregardless if they're what you'd call a "friend."

Everyone is important to God who reigns above.
We need to be filled with his mercy and love.

The person you haven't seen shall one day disappear...
The days are short...  Our journey's end is so near!

May God speak to our heart and help us to see...
Where will you and I be spending our eternity???

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Quatrain | |

On Grandma's Farm

There's an antique red barn
Sits atop the hill
And a small little pond
Chock full of blue-gill 

There's old rusty cars
Which haven't ran in years
And a hundred year old house
Once manufactured by Sears
 
It's loaded full of memories
It's filled with lots of charm
It's a place I know and Love
It's all there...On Grandma's Farm

Used to go there every Sunday
From as far back as I can remember
Sledding down the hill
In the snow come December


I Loved it out at Grandmas
Playing with toy tractors in the sand
Going to help split wood
Just to lend a helping hand

I Loved it winter, spring and summer
But my favorite time of all
Was when the leaves all turned
The wonderful colors of fall

I was carefree and happy
The world was free from harm
Way back when I was a kid
Out On My Grandma's Farm

© 2011 Kevin Stock


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Limerick | |

The Monster Mash

<                              dancing to the hit song monster mash
                                frankenstein and werewolf got real smashed
                                took the witches culdeen
                                and boiled up mummys spleen
                                Quasimodo joined in on the bash


                                witches brew of brains spleens gizzards hearts
                                illuminates party from it's start
                                Dracula and zombies
                                lurking for free bodies
                                poor old frankie's wife just fell apart 



                               the bewitching dance came to its end
                               when bats flew in frenzy around den 
                               on this all hallows eve
                               trickery was up sleeve
                               sent my 3 black cats in to defend


Details | Epitaph | |

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"


Details | Haiku | |

Sentimental You

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














Details | Limerick | |

Black Friday

<                     ladies ~ gentlemen ~ start those ...... engines
                         miss  ~ Ho ~ down - prices .... would be a sin
                                        best buy - circuit city
                                   black ~ friday .... how pitty
                        5 am ~ now ~ who ~ wears ~ smiling ... grins 





                          k- mart ~ wal - mart ~ target ~ pennys
                              red tag sales of many and plenty
                                 but you must buy in bulks
                        and ~  get ~ guy ~ like ~ the ... hulk
                to ~ push ~ cart ~ while ~ you ~ chat ~ with ... jenny




                         let's ~ all ~  hop ~ on ~ over ~ to ~ I - hop
                         your one stop for christmas breakfast slop
                                sure pancakes sounds yummy
                                     but wait till hits tummy 
                                 be sitting on stool till it plops




Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Commericialized Holiday Humor Contest
Gl All And Happy Holidays
Love Kathy & Jenny


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 | 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 | Couplet | |

Mental Rhythm 2008 Version 2

Less stress
More Sex
More Partying
More Laughing!


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 | 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 | 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 | Couplet | |

FIRST SHADE OF RED


` `````` ` Arriving regally on a chariot of red mold January spills on dawn that grows bold, petals reeling their flesh to a rabid sky in breaths of passion while she strolls by. She graces the mist in rare velvet cape her gems of crimson scatter from her nape, rolling on warmth’s burning and wild mirth A First Fairy, like me, giving earth a new birth Then sprays of carnations rise in russet to glow declaring affection as all stars waltz for a flow. Lo, for her touch is crystal fire, gentle yet tough lusty through night’s fold, softening at noon’s puff. Yet radiant is her joy like the flowers she wears, as tumble of stillness beams on hushed prayers. And her limbs linger on, then turning her face, she leaves serenely as I feed on her dream’s grace © ` ```````` ` Russel Sivey's Contest: The Colors Have It By nette onclaud


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                             


Details | Acrostic | |

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


Details | Couplet | |

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.


Details | Cinquain | |

Revelation

From far
A voice surges
That speaks to the heart
It wants to reach and be heard
Closer.

Silence's
Necessary
To keep away the noises
Confusion, the mercenary's
Query.

Listen
And come to know
The soul of each season
That wishes to speak to our soul
Their goal.

Open
The ears to hear
The words that are spoken
Parents, Their love revealed in each
Season.

And see
Melt away night
Our fears, our tears and sneers
With the wine of Their love's pure light
God's might. 

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 11.27.10


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

What Easter Means To Me

__________________________________________


As spring joyfully arrives
brilliant blue skies and vast green fields come to life

peering from the rich soil 
an Easter Lily opens with beauty

with large white trumpet shaped flowers
and gracious green stems climbing high

the music of the lords returned began to blow
streaming far and wide

a celebration had begun 
a celebration of eternal life
 
I gaze at the cross in deep loving thought 
as each miraculous miracle came to light

O' Lord God Almighty
this day brings gratitude and thanksgiving
for you..... staying faithful to the point of death
and giving your life, so that each may dwell divine

I thank you Lord
I thank you

peering from the rich soil
an Easter Lily sings praise


__________________________________________

CONTEST


Details | Haiku | |

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
                                         
                                                                                


Details | Tanka | |

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


Details | Limerick | |

Prep Talk

<                                      Peter ~ Piper ~ picked ~ pickled .... peppers
                                        Ate ~ one ~ turned ~ into ~ hot ~ salsa ... stepper
                                                Cherry ~ Banana ~ ....  Bell 
                                         Boy - his - tongue - throat - did ... swell
                                         Couldn't ~ even ~ yell ~ at ~ packs ... prepper






Entry For
Destroyer {Poet's }
Pickles & Tickles Contest
G.L. All


Details | Couplet | |

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
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


Details | Lyric | |

Elysium Dream of Love

I close my weary eyes
Holding onto the hope
Of not having to cope
Not a mintue longer
Without you by my side
Not expierencing
The warm look in your eyes
The tingling rush of your finger tips
That would grip my hair tight
To stop you from slipping into the night
Biting  your bottom lip
As a pinch to yourself
To see if it was real
The dream of love we felt
And now that you are gone
I only wish to die
Your image fades from my mind
Sometimes I see it clear,
The sun is skillfully stroking it set in the sky
As my feet float down the road across the tuscan country side
I ever so gently sense the wildy grown wheat
Tickling these troubled lines engraved in the palm of my hand
I playfully pick one out of the land and pluck the grains
I look up and in the distance is where she waits
But there she remains peacefully strolling through the calming field
In a white cotton dress that tails off in the wind and
wearing a small confident smile that makes my yearning heart yield
Whispering in my ear that soon I will make it home
But my Life's journey must continue down this God paved road
I awake with the longing of her, But with so much to do
I need God's strength for one more day to get through


Details | Tanka | |

A Walk With You

A walk in the woods...
The sun shines through the tree leaves...
My time with You, Lord...
Under trees, orange and yellow...
With the fresh cool breeze of fall...


Details | Free verse | |

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

                            

                                   

                                 

                                 

                                 


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

A New Year

Ring in the New Year,
with a joyful song of love.
Pray for the New Year,
to the awesome God above.


Details | Limerick | |

February Funny Bone

                                 Once came along a groundhog named Phil
                                 Looked for shadow in winters chill
                                         Even top hat and coat
                                         Didn't stop whining's gloat
                                Stuck six more weeks paying heating bill                                 
                                  






Written by 
Katherine Stella 2/4/12
Entry For
Linda Marie's
February Funny Bone Contest
G.L. ALL


Details | Tanka | |

My Boo

<                          halloween haunting's
                       black shoe polish foundation
                             ruby red lipstick
                       pillow stuffed under big dress
                        red white bandana for hair

                               spatula in hand 
                       eggbeater in dress pocket
                              pillowcase for loot
                       daddy's boots causing blisters 
                          aunt jemima memories 




Entry For
Paula Sweanson's
Halloween Of Tears Past
GL AL


Tribute To Childhood Memories


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.


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


Details | Couplet | |

Fastest Gun In The West

<                                      Now hold on there Tex !
                                        Let me get     dressed  !


                                        Let me saddle up my horse
                                        To trollop around this Halloween course


                                        Got on my chaps
                                        My spurs and cowboy hat


                                       Replica's of forty five's
                                       Riding on my hips very high


                                       With lasso in my hand
                                       This little cowboy has a plan
                                       

                                  
                                      So all you ghost and goblins
                                      It's candies bounty I'll be coming an robbing

                              
                                      And I'll be taking  loot for mummy
                                      And for my daddy who has a bigger tummy










                                                  Happy Halloween To All
                                   Especially little tikes who are so cute and small





Entry For 
Skat's 
Halloween Costume Contest
G.L. All
                                      

 
                                      
                                       


                                     

                                     
                                       


Details | I do not know? | |

Is it just a dream?

Asking questions of a mind 
Was there love here… 
If time has passed like this, 
Is it just a dream? 

Then and now 
It’s hard to believe 
How strange it all seems… 
Is it just a dream? 

Are all the prayers 
Soon to slip away 
Falling like snow 
Is it just a dream? 

Seeing by candlelight 
Darkness in 
a beating heart 
Is it just a dream? 

Buried in love lost 
Time passed over 
a bridge with no end 
Is it just a dream? 

where love has gone 
Following a star, or 
Sleeping in another time 
Is it just a dream? 


Details | Haiku | |

Harvest Festival

aerial viewing
outstretched crows flying frenzy
harvest festival


Details | Limerick | |

Let's Get Ready For Some Football

<                                   let's get ready for some football .....    Ya !
                                     Eagles   verses    da   .....   Bears   Well ... then  Hey !       
                                     Here's kickoff ~ by     da .......    Bears
                                     Ohhhhhhhh !  fell  off ....  T  .....    Unfair
                                     Second  ..... blocked  .....  Eagles    7 - Nay !


                                                                      
                                     
                                     
                                    

                                    
Entry For 
Linda Marie's 
Let's Limerick Contest
G.L. All    



Tribute To Football


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 | Rhyme | |

Create In Me A CLEAN Heart

Create In Me A Clean Heart... Create in me a clean heart, Oh God, and renew a right spirit within me. May my flesh be crucified... so that YOU... others may see! Please don't remove from me your presence, or Holy Spirit. May I meditate upon your word... and daily live it! Restore unto me the joy of your salvation... As I serve you with a deep love and appreciation! I will teach sinners, of your wondrous ways. So that they my serve you all of their days! I will shout aloud of your righteousness and proclaim That you have delivered me from all guilt and shame. As my lips are open... I will sing glory & praise to YOU! May you be exalted in all that I say and do. My sacrifice to you are a spirit and heart that's broken. God will not reject me... this he has spoken! May I bring sacrifice and obedience as I come to your altar. You are my solid rock... like the "Rock of Gibraltar!" Thank you for cleansing and making me whole. You brought healing... and restored my soul! By Jim Pemberton Read Psalms 51:10-17


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Caramel Apple Cake

<                                 network's challenge I did take
                                   whipped up  an  great cake
                                   dripping caramel on plate
                                   waiting  for big slice
                                   smelling  apple spice
                                   add whip  cream
                                          Y U M !
                                           




Entry For
Barbara Gorelick's
Harvest Foods Epulaeryu
G.L. All


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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | |

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 | Light Poetry | |

Kiss And Tell

<        Heart skips beat
               From boy I meet

                    Palms did sweat
                         Forehead wet

                               Caught me under tree
                                   Lips were placed on thee

                                                    Tomboy no more
                                                           Dresses galore

                                                                        
                                                                 Him 12 and me just 11
                                                                     Match made from Heaven


                                                                           Something went wrong
                                                                                With our love song


                                                                                     Denny O'Neil 
                                                                                       Did like to squeal  

Just Hate It 
When They 
Kiss And Tell 
LMAO


Story is this was my first love intrest
When we moved into our new house
instead of me wanting to beat him up
we instead played football and other sports 
along with his other 4 brothers I always had 
to be the quarterback tho because I had the 
strongest throwing arm of the block


Details | Rhyme | |

You Little Stinker Devil's Echo

In forest you'll hear squak squak squak
May capture bears play
Or foxes cock-eyed walk walk walk
Down by waters bay

High in trees you'll hear owls owls owls
Just more feathered friends
But I love water fowls fowls fowls
So let's not this end


Miss Hood cried big bad wolf wolf wolf
I just stared and laughed
Seeing deer prints from hoofs hoofs hoofs
Think she's needs skunks bath



As many stanzas as you like.The last 3 words of each 8 syllable line are the same, to create the echo. These can be 1 or 2 syllable words, so long as the line is 8 syllables long. Syllable Count......8.5.8.5. etc.
Rhyming Sequence.......a.b.a.b. c.d.c.d. e.f.e.f. etc.



Details | Haiku | |

Johnny Come Blow Your Horn

pillar of trumpets
are no match in a garden
for the hummingbird


Details | Shape | |

Dad's Gone Fishing

<                                        Well Lets See
                                          If This ~  Will 
                                          Work Out For
                                          All Wonderful              W
                                       Dads Here At Soup        E   F
                                           I                H          N    I
                                          W                A        E       S
                                           I                 P      C         H     
                                           S                P     I            I
                                           H  You All A Y    N             N
                                           F                H  A               G
                                           A                E                    P
                                           T                R                    O
                                           H                E                     L
                                           E                 I                     E T O  CATCH
                                           R                S                      F                   S
                                           S  D  A Y   So                        I  S   H   E  M  O


Details | Sonnet | |

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...


Details | Acrostic | |

The Glades

<                                Better grab out the coco-butter
                                  Even those designer shades
                                  All hearts will begin to flutter
                                  Cause were off to the glades
                                  Hear me right for I did not stutter
                                  Best hurry up before the sun fades
                                  Look for keys later father did utter
                                  All aboard now we got it made
                                  Nothing like ocean's viewing I rather smother
                                  Knowing once again to return upon it's raid
                                  Each and every year oh my brother
                                  Think I will even bring the poor old maid
                                  Because she's like no other
                                  In her class she passes the grade
                                  Now get your head out of the gutters
                                  Grow up cause noone is getting laid
                                  Oh my goodness good crothers



Written by Katherine Stella
Entry For Linda Marie's
Beach Blanket Bingo
Acrostic Contest
G.L. All


Details | Quatrain | |

Crimson Slippers

Opening the doors to the old studio I find A playful capriole sprinted across my mind Into a sashay and a glissade I drifted back I could hear the teachers stick go tap.tap.tap Once a prestigious ballet school of great poise Filled with music as our slippers sounded with noise The mirrors are cracked and the floors dusty Rain soaked wood left the room smelling musty The charm stayed behind as if waiting for me Spotlighting a ballerina to The goddess of the sea The young girl danced flawlessly then took a bow Then sashayed off the stage without a moistened brow An old battered piano appeared across from me Bearing red ballet shoes like a crimson canopy Charm embraced her while honoring her memory As I looked into the mirror I saw that girl was me Carole Cookie Arnold 2010


Details | Rubaiyat | |

Consumed

____________________
_______________
___________
______
__


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


__
A John Freeman Contest


Details | Rhyme | |

God's Reason For the Four Seasons

Each season has a special reminder to us...
We see God's love and can only trust.
Whether it is winter, spring, summer or fall.
I believe spring is the most beautiful of them all.

Things come into full bloom...
Everything grows until there just isn't any more room.
The gardens are being planted.
It is one season we do not take for granted.

Everything is fresh and alive...
It seems as if God is right there by our side.
The grass turns green,
With each new year there are more flowers to be seen.

A vast array of colors has just begun...
The flowers are given warmth from the rays of the sun.
The rain comes down to water them below.
The flowers come up as we all watch them grow.

With the fall of the leaves there's a fresh cool breeze...
Then comes the winter with a cold, cold freeze.
In the summer there is the shade of the trees.
But it is spring that I love to see.

The four seasons come and go...
But for sure this one thing I know.
This is His special love to us from above.
I find this to be: " God's reason for the four seasons."

"Garden"





Details | Free verse | |

THE WINDS OF AUTUMN

The mystical maid of the seasonal change, in summer darns a
Gown of evergreen, with rose petal blossoms of bows, and leaves
Ribbons woven intertwine through thorns and beauty.
In the rush the colder winds blow at natures rare textured garments
Of elegance personified, limb by branch, fall do the delicate flowers,
Tenderly bidding the great lady a loving farewell remorse, until next
Years calling madam, they do softly whisper till then my dearest love.
Now in the white dress of the elm, a white maiden of porcelain skin thus
Stands alone, brushed by the on coming chilling breeze of autumn, decorations
Multicolored rainbow leaves create a sheaves protection of golden copper, mixed
With reds crimson detailing of perfection’s design.
The waltz of the timeless begins to play the harmonic music, so the tree
Of life it so does sway, in glories joyous dance.
Ever lightly stepping on the stage of destiny, this lady grace moves with
Her charming silhouette whom keeps in rhymes precision to the tune.
Attempting to beguile this mistress of the season, winter wishes her to yield,
So she may ware his whitest gown earlier this year.
 But nay the lady will not be tempted by the icy gown of winter’s seductions,
For it is she whom decides the changing of the seasons.
It glitters in the air, shimmering with like rarest gems of the sky, enticing
The maid enchanting the women beneath the browning leaves the are blown
Away one by one unto the quickening air swirling around her.
So a tarried figure will appear, ravaged threadbare, a Grecian statues goddess,
Standing stark naked held captive beneath the winter’s lustful spell.
Surrendering the beauty yields to the beast, dressed in sorrows brilliant shifts
Of ivory, that sparkles and shines beneath the moonlights illumination.
Heavy is the burden she must bare, this now ice maiden, waiting until the life 
Cycle to begin again, then a lighter a gown she’ll darn once more.
In the night the sweet music takes a harsher tune, yet she dances onwards,
Her tears turning to snow fakes white lace, thus before they have even a chance
To hit the ground, a damsel of ice and snow waiting to be rescued by the first
Kiss of spring.
In faith she puts all her trust, to end this season of death, she prays to the almighty,
Oh lord it’s lasting to long, my inner heart bleeds so with agonies longing, the heavenly
Father thus sends her a small sign, a minimal of insignificant size, the ground hog, I’m here,
For thee he says standing before her majesty, don’t give up hopes loving embrace.
Then in a lightening flash of colors array, winters chill is whisked away, melted now
Is the heavy garments tethering, and she smiles in the warmth of springs gown of 
Fragrant flowers, and she the maiden of the seasons, praises the power of God on high,
Thank you my father, never again shall I forget your loving grace.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN



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.


Details | Free verse | |

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 | 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 | 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.


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  



                 
                     
                     
                               

                     

                     


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



                                      


                                         



                                        


                                         


                                        

                                      
                                    


                                   


                                  
                     


                                        



Details | Cinquain | |

The New Spring Morning

Pleasing
Morning spring air
Blowing kisses, soft blush
Upon my cheeks, brings natural
Make up.

Seizing
My frame to wake
My heart in the upbeat
With the prospect of a new day
To meet.

Teasing
Senses to feel
The hopes of dreams, reborn
With the new morn, chasing spirits
Forlorn.

Easing
The mind open
To new horizons
With the fragrance of the new spring
Risen.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 03.22.11


Details | Light Poetry | |

Close your eyes and dream with me

Close your eyes and dream with me

the way things are suppose to be

the Love inside will set us free.


Close your eyes and dream with me

the way things are suppose to be

the burdens we carry lets share today

Lets do things in our Lords way.


Close your eyes and dream with me

lets walk in the way He made us to be.



Close your eyes and hear His voice

things are crazy in this world of pain

close your eyes and let Him lead

also help me see His truth in me.



My life bounces back and forth

close your eyes and dream with me

on how things are suppose to be.



Help us Lord to live free

in your way,please reveal

Your heart to me.



Close your eyes and dream with me

Take my hand and walk with me

to the ends of the earth

show our true worth

His love in us,

this is the way its suppose to be.



Close your eyes and dream with me.



Written by:©Betty Bolden


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 | Free verse | |

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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


Details | Haiku | |

Christmas Angel Haiku

Christmas angels glow,
brighter than the whitest snow.
Hair, long locks of gold.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku

dripping rain......
the silence
between each drop


Details | Acrostic | |

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


Details | Acrostic | |

Fluff It Up

<                                  Fluff of billowy clouds
                                     Looking like they have Angelic faces
                                     Utterly smiling down on Mother Earth
                                     Forecasting peace for all mankind
                                     Foresakes for all sinners





Entry For
Carol Browns 
Fluff Contest
G.L. All


Details | Free verse | |

February

The poem is to be written by itself:
Like life looking for the trembling instant of luminescent lucidity;
Like lovable faces and the old lullaby ...
Like logarithms in a looking-glass of the same fable.
Like the old loom bringing us common recollections;
This February like a loop-hole in the winter`s wall
Is ready to give us the space where you paint the other seasons.
Facetious,facile fag running in the fair falters an old truth
About this famine of poetry whose fan you and me still are.
Fastidious February in a fashionable far-fetched fatigue
Ready to find fault with somebody else...
Feline February near the fence looks at the fireplace 
Where feelings of glass become our every day fix.
February,flabbergast us with your flag in the flavor of hope.


Details | I do not know? | |

The Day of Settlement

The trees were bare
Barren of their leaves
Droplets like tears
Hung from their arms
Blackened, their bark.

At their feet, snow
Soft, fresh white shimmer
A winter picture
There a wrapped figure
Walks slowly in the snow.

My door, he came to knock
Had spotted him go
Through the window
As in a dream
My heart felt no fear.

Though he looked weary
Had grown a beard
His eyes shone bright
Their crowfeet lines
Laughter filled, loving life.

Brought him by the fire
To shake the freeze
Off his hands and feet 
A meal to warm his heart
His smile, my reward.
 
Told me many stories
Of his many travels
A key yet to unravel
Spoke to him of my dream
And we became a team.

Outside, no longer shunned
The sun melted all the snow
Revealing the green meadows
Snow bells began to bloom
Ringing in the Spring season.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 07.17.10


Details | Tetractys | |

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"


Details | ABC | |

Paint Me A Picture Please

<                       Artist Brushstroke Creating Decembers Elite Frost
                         God Handed Imagery Justication Keeping Longevity
                         Making Novelist Opt Painting Quest Really Strong
                         Taking Utmost Vigrous Wealthy Xanthochroi
                         Yearning Zest





Entry For
Yasmin Khan's
Snow ABC Contest
G.L. All


Details | Lanterne | |

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
                                      
     
 


Details | I do not know? | |

Seasons

I've had so many seasons, and seeds I've had to sow,
winter seasons of dryness, where nothing seems to grow,
rainy seasons of sadness, where tears just flow and flow,
sunny seasons of joy, where love begins to show.
Throughout the seasons of my life, Jesus held my hand,
and brought me through each one of them, and taught me how to stand.


Details | Verse | |

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.....


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 | Ballad | |

THE WISHING WELL OF A SUN-RISE,

It is...within the tiny things of early morning, that moment breaths alive, it is within the tiny whisperings, that a melodye plays...like the very dear and the antelope, play home on the range.

so goes the melodye of heart beat, that plays quietly the songs of soul,

here a rhyme is born of day-light coming so soon, through the early morning eyes of the moon-light, and the starry dreams of twilight's transitioning...

into the light of a love letter written to dawn.

soul to soul conversing, as in this love letter, the letters just join hands with the words and just march across the sky...and at the end of the rainbow, there be plenty of golden time,

way down deep on the inside,

...as the inspired choir, of a bumble bee, or a butterfly, starts to sing, like tiny things that live,

flower to flower,
blossom to bloom,

watered and deeply cared for...

O' Eden.

I say, deep beneath the surface of a wishing well...where the pennies lay,

I wish a sun-rise.








Details | Rhyme | |

I Am There

I'll be there watching when you awake,
this silent morning on Christmas day.
The children plaing in the snow,
I'll be there too, I hope you know.
The snow drops falling, that is me.
I'm the one that kissed your cheek.
I'll see your tears silently fall,
though you will not see me at all.
The childrens laughter fills the air.
I hear it all, I am there.
The garland and lights that trim the tree,
the bright star on top, that is me.
I hear the distant church bells ring.
I hear the angels sweetly sing.
I see your sadness and dispair.
I feel your heart and I am there.
Now dry your tears and wipe your eyes.
You will keep my spirit alive.
Remember when we use to be,
and cherish then the memory.
I see the children full of joy,
and watch them playing with their toys.
The house is full, people everywhere,
and in the corner an empty chair.
I am there.
Then everyone has taken their place,
and gathered around the table for grace.
Look outside through the falling snow,
I'm the one with the halo.
I am there.


Details | Senryu | |

I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


Details | Free verse | |

Deep Valley

Oh, the deep valley of the heart
Holding the secrets of the past
The longing in the present
The hope in the future uncharted.

Layers of mud and rock slides
Over seasons long past
Have buried many tears and treasures
Throughout the history of its life.

But they have made the valley
Even richer and more beautiful
The river running across its spread
Continues to feed it abundantly.

As the sun glides over the valley
The river sparkles in excitement
Birds chirp and butterflies flutter
For spring has arrived finally.

The orange poppies happily wave
In the gentle breeze sweeping tall grass
Lilacs upon trees their scent so sweet
White lilies bowing their heads in grace.

The slopes dressed in evergreens
Allowing some rest from the sun’s rays
Offering shadows changing in shape
As the days move to their eve.

No one knew or could notice
All the turmoil underneath
That had accumulated over years
Through all seasons and their caprices.

At last peaceful is the valley
For you have come to me
Tears of joy I cry for this gift
So long awaited and I am free.

By CarolineCécile
Copyright © 2007


Details | Senryu | |

You Are My Sunshine

<                             covered chocolate
                       bursting ......  cherry implosions
                               over pallets tongue


                                                            
                           
                                a bit of sunshine
                         waiting for the right peeler ....
                             orange ya glad its you


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 | Light Poetry | |

A Beautiful Rainy Day

I learned to appreciate the quality time of a bad situation
      We should have left the earth the way God created it
      Recoloring the world, why shelter from it?
Like the junk artist beauty is what you make it.


Details | Epulaeryu | |

Christmas Eggnog (Epulaeryu)

Gosh! What an elegant treat? Knocked me off my feet Eggnog on my lips so sweet Tasty and luscious Smooth – O’ so precious So delish— Hush! © Joseph, 12/2/07 © All Rights Reserved ~~~~~~~ Place among 273 Semi-Finalist Total of 1034 Entries Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest March 6, 2008 ~~~~~~~ Best Epulaeryu Honorable Mention Cristmas Time Is Here - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: John Heck December 24, 2007 ~~~~~~~


Details | Rhyme | |

Death, Hell and the Grave Defeated

Death, Hell and the Grave Defeated "I will ransom them from the power of the grave ; I will redeem them from death. Where, O death, are your plagues? Where, O grave, is your destruction?" Hos 13:14 NIV Death, hell and the grave Were defeated at the cross, Although Christ's life appeared a failure; No possible gain just loss. This is where death lost its victory; Resurrection made possible. Just as Christ was resurrected; Called forth by God’s heavenly angel. Christ raised not a hand to resist The evil powers at his side. Without His total surrender, Death’s grave would forever reside. The cross was perceived as failure, But it was victory instead. For that was the world's perception Of our Savior’s bloodshed. Death, hell and the grave Have been defeated for some time. Although death persists, The righteous find their Spring time. Christ will soon come To call them from their graves; Take them home to heaven; Where sin no more enslaves. Poem featured in Maureen's book entitled, Easter Poems Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2009-2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


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 | 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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Stay Still

<                                    rustic overtures
                           reflects mirrored images .... off
                                    motionless water


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~


Details | Free verse | |

Raven Flies Free



 
 
 

Long-lived and rusted 
the flint lock pistol clutched in suspense......        
death had come to call......              
with a longing in her heart.......
she stood guard fighting her transformation,  
silent fog rolled beneath a picturesque cliff......
waiting in silence her spirit cried for confirmation,
a longing for a peaceful flight enthralled her desperate heart........
in the distance swirling clouds parted
at once, a voice in harmonic rhythm sang out
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"
"freedom to fly free my dear raven"............
and in that instant her spirit rose in a peaceful calm......
destiny had been received, 
a glorious revelation revealed
engulfed in love her spirit rejoice......
Hallelujah......
Hallelujah...... 
Palet......Palet......Palet...............

Her spirit soar......


________________________
Hebrew translation for "Palet" is "Deliverer"

________________________
A Rambling Poet Contest~Among The Dead
Poet~Rick Parise


Details | Limerick | |

Just For Kicks

<             just like football i am like the queen
               now hand over remote or i'll scream
               black and blue division
               on my television
               Kicking Jay Cutlers butt I do dream









Entry For
Kristen Bruni's 
Football Contest
G.L. All


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 | Limerick | |

I Love Lucy

<          once there was a redhead gal name lucy
            now skit comes to mind is real juicy
            job switching with the men
            conveyer belt takes a spin
            chocolate oh how did she loosey



Entry For Shani Fassbender's
Favorite Television Show / Episode Remembered


I Chose I Love Lucy
 

Written By Katherine Stella 7/1/11


Details | Ballad | |

VIVES IN NEW YEAR

Seven hours, comes new year
Hope joy fills the heart not a tear
Hug and kiss someone dear
Don't care, also do not fear

Build new dreams and ambitions
Life from the start is a mission
Love, trust intact, sure no confusion
Let it go in full exhibition

Laugh louder..
Dream bigger..
Strive harder..
Humble forever..

Every year added to life
Reminds the sharp age's knife
Anyhow, do forget this fallacy strife
Believe, keep a firm faith in vive...

by: olive_eloi
5:17pm
12/31/2013
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Details | Tanka | |

Pink Joy

_______________________

The pain preceding
a simple joy receiving 
my little pink love,
you arrived in a downpour
of glorious emotion..........

_______________________

Contest ~ "Pink Joy"


Details | Verse | |

Grace




__________________ You are my destiny among the lilies purest of soft beds silken love and fragrant breath immersed Rise my simple grace for flight is now ours cold winter has drifted eastward and the rain has scattered afar Our story of harmony and song in orchestrated purity play for your voice of beauty cry in velvet promise delicately brushing the day... _______________________________


Details | Lyric | |

The One We Proclaim Through The Ages. ( Sung To What Child Is This?)

She hugs Him tight on this frigid night,
 Vedi Dolorosa Mater.( Latin meaning: I saw the most sorrowful mother.)
Some shepherds shout as the sky about
becomes angels to honor His Father.
  CHORUS:
Sweet,sweet are his cheeks so meek
in whom rags enfold
and soon kings bring gold.
Sweet bliss reigns
as His Father deigns
for the One we proclaim through the ages.

The oxen snort as the world cavorts
they ignore all the hope He is bringing.
Yet even now, as the mule and cow
raise their eyes to the angels still singing.
CHORUS:
Kneel, kneel to this King and sing
of His precious love
sent from God above.
The world will know
in the swirling snow
of the One we proclaim through the ages.


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


Details | Sonnet | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Free verse | |

Holiday

Two of four seasons to me are all the rage 
Winter and fall turn the season’s page 
From multiple colors 
To pristine white snow 
The end of the year 
Brings holidays flow 
For family’s gathered to share bountiful feast 
To the inviting glow 
Of a warm Christmas wreath
This is a time that I love the most 
With family, love and kinship 
I share this toast… 

Happy Holiday!


Eric (and sometimes not)


Details | I do not know? | |

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..


Details | Haiku | |

Cry Me A River

at the mouth of cave
aqua insurgent brushstrokes
cry me a river


Details | Senryu | |

Four Angels In A Field Of Green

   
"Four Angels In A field Of Green"
________________________
deep carmine pink lips
her flowing sun dress, fuschia 
a spring flower blooms...
________________________
lite pastel blue print
with a splash of daffodil 
innocence dances...
________________________
amber champagne flesh
her raspberry sun dress flows
bitter sweet her love...
________________________
dark scarlet draped grace
a midriff of native brown
I mingle in thought...
________________________
  

Senryu String

Poet~Rick Parise

Contest~ "The Sundress"


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Senryu | |

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


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 | Haiku | |

Sunny Goodbyes

summer bliss fades
blistering heat swept away
the crisp wind unfolds


Details | Light Poetry | |

In Thirty Seconds

In thirty Seconds
You can watch a bird fly the blue
Teach a child to walk a few
You can make ‘n angel in the snow

One flick of a switch
A Christmas tree comes to life
Such beauty to share ‘n see
A reminder for you and me

In thirty seconds
Night ‘n day dance don’t loose your chance
From left to right life insight
In the blink of an eye life goes bye
So much to do and see

In thirty Seconds
You can see
A sun shower with a rainbow tower
You can see
A shooting star quick make a wish
You can feel
That cool breeze on a summer night
You can feel
That special time of year
Could it be de ja vu
Or spring playing peek a boo

In thirty seconds
A young man with rod ‘n reel in hand
Into the water, hook line ‘n sinker
One little dip up with a flip


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 | |

Play Misty For Me

clouds abotomy
cut with a sheer percission
play misty for me


Details | Rhyme | |

Let's Get Started, Shall We?

Pretty me in colored twinkles
dancing
     in the swaying trees.
Tickle you in snowflake crystals
winking
    in the midnight freeze.
Wish me tight in gift wrapped
happies
    hidden close behind your grins.
Bring heaven in the front door
singing
    and let the joy begin!  ; )
x


Happy Holidays, Soup Poets!

Love you,  xo j


Details | Haiku | |

What's Your Hurry

safari escape
zebra giraffe scurring -
in natures garden


Details | I do not know? | |

Pleasure Is

Pleasure is.
So sweet the seasons sounds,
That makes for those summer days.
Skies make for a back drop of hues of blue,
Sweet mowing grass now sheared as hay.

Upon my face the beads of perspiration,
As I wipe my fevered brow.
The days now long as I swing forth the scythe,
High above the sun beats down.

A shout breaks my concentration,
For it is Mary who is my love.
Under a large oak tree she shelters,
Truly a pure vision from above.

For with her a wicker basket,
Its contents now lay out before.
She beckons me come forward,
Asl my senses cry out for more.

In her tender arms my head gently lies,
Beneath a canopy of green.
 Dappled sun light highlights her flowing hair,
For the world id trade, for these moments gleaned.

©N . Windle. 2009	



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
 
………………………………………………………………

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)" 

	
         


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 | 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 | 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 | 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


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Why Is Christ Taken Out Of Christmas


Christmas is the only holiday we often don’t call by name. We often forget about the true reason that Christ came. It’s the only holiday that we often call “a holiday.” It’s true meaning, is often, taken away! It’s more than the tree and all of the glittering lights… It’s time to think about the Bethlehem star so bright! It’s more than going shopping at the malls… More than, “Jingle Bells,” or “Deck the Halls!” It’s more than seeing how many people we can buy for. Or that clearance sale, you’re willing “to die for!” It’s more than buying the “newest in entertainment.” Or receiving a gift that may “cause an embarrassment.” Beyond all of the presents and all we truly believe in. Let’s all come to Christ Jesus and receive him! Let’s think about his birth, and his death on the cross! Without HIM… The true meaning of Christmas is lost! He brings the hope, joy and cheer that’s needed! Won’t you listen to his voice? That often goes unheeded? Christ is what’s important! And shouldn’t be left out! He’s what matters! And is what Christmas is all about! Let’s be joyful! It was for all of us that he came! And take this time to bring honor and glory to his name! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Light Poetry | |

Here Birdie Birdie Footle

bird bath

splish splash


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Tactless Travel

Let’s travel to the edge of the earth

With sunshine in our veins

Let’s see how much this life is worth

As we leave out all our pains

 

We’ll go for miles, and we won’t stop

The sun will soon attack

Our lives we’ll trade, our hearts we’ll swap

We’re never coming back

 

A whole new start, a second chance

Floats softly into June

We’ll wade our time in cheap romance

As we howl at a transient moon

 

An ice cold flood of independence

Forms our own wicked sense of style

Our world needs more transcendence

This world just needs to smile

 

The ringing in our ears is no longer just a sound

The image of freedom is no longer just a dream

Because this limitless world is just a playground

Or so it may seem


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Forsythia

abandoned house
yellow branches graceful arch
a forsythia blooms


Details | Ode | |

DARLING DEAR

...a darling dear of time is when the  tick-tock, of the clock stops, during a dancing wind chimes rendition of just how invisible things move me, to write, darling dear a rhyme, 

the peak of a mountain top experiencing, 

...alive,
the soul

O' darling dear

a love letter,
a rhythm,

a liberty,

just one of those things that
inspires,

of the everlasting.


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


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Glow

Stars shine brightly above me as I look up at the glowing full moon.
A cool breeze is blowing and
A soft music seems to play in the air around me as
I think of what life has given me.

This gift is more than I could have brought myself to ask for.
For the longest time I've been content to be there for others
Ignoring the fact that as I helped my friends find happiness, I have been alone.
Now I find that Life has given me a gift. A thing so precious that never again could I go
through life without it.

Life has given me you.
You, Suki, have become my life force. The very thing that keeps me going.
I love you with everything I have. Granted, it isn't much, but I promise you that it wont
be missed. I'll love you enough to make up for the materialistic things that I don't have.

The moon blurs as tears fill my eyes and I start glowing as bright as the shining full
moon above me and
I find that the music I hear around me that is so heartbreaking-ly beautiful isn't in the air.
It's inside me.
 
I never have to be alone again.
Never do I have to bottle things up for the sake of other people because I know I have
someone who wants nothing more than to have me cry on his shoulder.
I love him
And to the very core of my being I know he loves me.

Life has given me something I never dared to let myself dream of having.

Life has given me Suki.


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 | Verse | |

The End Of Days

 

People are starting to add up the facts and most don’t like what they see,
The world is rapidly deteriorating at an accelerated rate, call it prophecy!

And if these are the last days how many of us are truly ready?
We are living in an explosive society full of maniacs who’s minds are not quite steady.

Terrorists have made their way onto our shores and struck an awesome blow,
But I feel that was just a testing of the waters you know!

Their weapons are becoming more high tech and more lethal with each new day,
They are trained for suicide missions and to them death is okay.

The Bible says that before the last days the earth will experience birthing pains,
The way I understand it, it is talking about more frequent natural disasters, tsunamis,
more intense earthquakes, killer hurricanes.

Check the records, watch the news all these things are happening right now,
But people won’t listen when you tell them this is prophecy, they say it’s just life and
it’s going to happen anyhow.

The technology we have at our disposal wasn’t even thought of fifty to a hundred years ago,
And instead of using the technology to better mankind we are using it to destroy ourselves
this I know.

The will of God doesn’t seem to have a place in our society anymore,
Wrong this is not our society it all belongs to Him, every grain of sand from shore to
shining shore.


I know I’m not perfect no where near it, but I do believe in God and the Bible and what I
read,
It’s a blueprint for life which we all should obey, follow, and heed.



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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 | |

Dancing With The Stars

granite archway view
planetary shuffling 
dancing with the stars


Details | Haiku | |

Beneath the Falls.

sparkled waterfalls....
sharp angles, silver and blue..
clear liquid diamonds..


Details | Haiku | |

Such Calming Scent

Flowery fragrance
Blossoming from a sweet rose
Uplifting the soul


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 | 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


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The Master's Voice


The Master's Voice. During our life... We have many choices. We see a lot of faces and hear many voices. There is a voice... Like no other. The words are "sweeter than butter." It's the same voice that calmed the storm in Galilee. It's the voice that offers life abundantly. Please listen to the voice of your savior today... And really listen to the words he has to say... "Come.follow me!" "And be born again!" "I'll wash you clean... And take away your sin!" His voice speaks peace to the troubled soul. And speaks joy and love to make you whole. Christ can do it with his blood-cleansing power. He can do it... This very hour! His voice beckons a never ending call. Come to him now... He's worth it all!


Details | Free verse | |

SIZE

Sometimes I feel small in this world, in this vast universe
But then sometimes when I’m sitting on that bench in the park with know one around watching the leaves dance in the breeze, the air hitting my face . .   
I feel big on an imaginable scale, it reminds me of all those minuet atoms all put together to make me 

Enabling me to watch those leaves dance in the breeze!   
Enabling me to walk in that park!
Sit on that bench!

It’s easy to forget how special we are and how everything in this world is special if you look close enough. The one thing size has taught me is to think and when we think and i mean actually THINK . .  amazing things can be achieved. 


Details | Rhyme | |

A Warm Blanket of Snow

A bright and beautiful blanket of snow
Silently hushes earth below spring shows

White heavenly glory this covering brings
You’ll see its splendor uncovered in spring

Earths radiant colors will then unveil
New life within this warmth revealed

The blanket lifted will then expose
The warmth and love that God enclosed








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Where the Wind Blows



Where The Wind Blows


Where the wind blows, I do not know.
I can almost feel it’s breeze, beneath my soul.

Where the wind takes me, 
I don’t know the place.
As it breathes it’s gentleness across my face.

As the wind blows, and the frost disappears.
I know that the spring season shall appear!

The strong wind from the ocean beyond.
Causes me to dance
 at the local pond.

As the wind brings in summer’s grace…
Beautiful flowers bring a smile to my face!

This wind blows, and the autumn leaves fall.
Nature gets my attention,
 as the birds soon call!

The breeze continues as the cool winds come.
I see more stars in the sky, and less of the sun.

This wind brings peace, and whispers me name…
Whatever direction, it remains the same!

It brings strength and refreshes within.
May this wind blow on me once again!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) | |

ATMOSPHERE,

A lonesome dove

feathered white.

The branch strong,

time light.

...no "wait".

A dream.

really blowing a sweet breeze.

...no "wait".

A heart beat sitting in a tree,

spirit like,

...no "wait".

A rhyme.

...of atomosphere.


Details | Sonnet | |

Matted Layers

I came from behind and my God at what I saw.
I was astonished and in disbelief seen by you.
I counted exact minutes with the seconds too.
But I stood there intact with no lines to draw.
 
There are many versions of Grace Verse’s law.
So I read through them one by one until blue.
So I picked up the torch it was all I could do.
I was a flame burning stoked in complete awe.
 
I gave glory to the Sun and Moon,
I exalted a few Stars along my way.
I even rode in on a cloud at noon,
It was a bright beautiful blessed day.
 
But there were matted layers of deception,
I guess you can only imagine my reception.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Ode | |

A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


Details | Free verse | |

Gods Beauty

I thank your dearly god for all the days
 You've shown us beauty in so many ways
 The crimson sun against the smoky sky
 The speckles of villages from mountains high
 When everything is covered with a film of dust
 Painting your trees 'n shrubs with a film of rust
 September's trees in warm attire all flush
 As they cover their bareness in quite a rush
 The fires that creep over the hills at night
 A pretty red rope is all that's in sight
 So much awe in the wake of destruction
 As all your creatures struggle to function
 Under October's sun bearing down
 Upon the ground completely brown
 The rivers trickle to an absolute nil
 As all the land becomes deathly still
 Upon the flats as the heat's haze lingers there
 Survival a must we can hardly bear
 But the trees remind us it again soon will rain
 As in faith their green leaves refutably remain
 As the darkened clouds upon the horizon meet
 The hope in the air drifting past is sickly sweet
 The parched earth eagerly waits to greet
 The large drops of manna falling at its feet
 And we all breath a large sigh of relief
 As with the waters gift, gone is the grief
 Thank you god for all we go through
 When we can't really see what's true
 Time in its circle such a complex thing
 We know healing u always will bring
 So much beauty does abound
 That faith can always be found.


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Our God Reigns


Our God Reigns…

Our God reigns in the heaven’s above!
Behold the mighty works of his power and love!

Our God reigns in the mountains on high!
His power reaches down to the deserts so dry!

Our God reigns on his heavenly throne!
He wants to be the Lord of our hearts and homes!

Our God reigns over the majestic seas!
His creation is magnificent!  This you can see!

Our God reigns over governments here on earth.
He gave his son, so we can have a “new birth.”

Our God is mighty!  Everyone shall kneel before him!
He longs for us to worship and adore him!

Our God has made a mansion for you in heaven.
He wants to be your God!  Won’t you let him?

Our God stands knocking at your heart’s door.
Won’t you let him in?  What are you waiting for?


By Jim Pemberton


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HE Will Lead Me:

He Will Lead Me… Jesus is with me every step that is taken, With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken! A straight and narrow path is what he will make, He’s there to lead and guide me every step that I take. Every choice I have, every step that is made, The price for my life—on Calvary— has been PAID. His word shall direct me which way I should go, It shall be a lamp unto my feet down here below. His Holy Spirit will gently give me Godly correction And shall always lead me into the right direction… By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku of The Seasons

                                                    

                                          The fountain of spring
                                   earth sprayed with mother nature
                                              in colored petals.


                                                  

                                          Summer jewel tones
                                        color and punctuate life
                                          poppys standing tall


                                                       

                                        Leaves like a bouquet
                                        of splendiferous color
                                       a grand patchwork quilt


                                                   

                                        Like star dust snow falls
                                       blanketing all with glitter
                                           a wonderland view.


                                         
                          





   
                              




Details | Sonnet | |

Four Winds of Heaven

My wind to the East you are my least.
My wind to the West you are the test.
Each and every day you are your best.
Each and every day you battle a beast.
 
My wind to the South you are a feast.
My wind to the North you are a crest.
Each and every day you never do rest.
Each and every day a new life leased.
 
The Sun makes your air.
The Moon is your guide.
Stars are always up there.
All of you are my pride.
 
Each of you I will easily leaven.
You are my four winds of heaven.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


Details | Acrostic | |

Natures Treasure Chest

Natural glory is ours from Heaven’s sun.
Always continuing blessed from above.
True vivid colors to see lots of fun,
United and bonded out of God’s love.
Rebirthing of blooms again and again,
Explicit beauty flows from every petal.
Spiritually glowing, glistening again and again,

Toward the sky shining like metal,
Rewards not only from beauty alone,
Each of us enjoys the bounty that we eat.
All the fruits and vegetables so well known,
Sensual tastes and smells a special treat.
Up from the root nutrient flow,
Releasing so many flavors that cannot be weak,
Exploding with vitamins to make us glow.

Challenge not the prizes from our earth.
Health is a treasure we all should seek.
Each of us should have had since birth.
Search for hearty, silver and gold every week.
Toil not; devour Mother Nature’s worth.


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Daisy

I will write you a poem
a poem of endless inspiration,
of beauty,
and the warmth of a perfect love.....

thy loving sun has reigned down with gracious hope
the wild wind has pulled clouds from afar
precious rain has begun to fall once again
the new season has brought a flower of my ladies dream
a solitary white Daisy has pushed to the surface
a beauty in it's candid display
a simplistic grand design
a classical song of a brilliant architect 
I ponder the dreams it has inspired..... 

a gift of Gods splendor
a gift for you

love.............



Details | Couplet | |

Spring

The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within.
I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again.
The ground isn’t frozen. It feels so fertile once more.
The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store.
It’s still very chilly around here late at night.
But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right.
I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere.
At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare.
A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants.
But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter’s rants.
My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth.
Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring’s rebirth.
The images that beseech me as I leave this old house…
Are young, fresh, and with their colors I’ll soon be doused.
As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land…
My mind opens to see, the touch of God’s own hand.


Details | Blank verse | |

Night

Night.

Nay-it not now, when the darkness still crawls nearer
Night you shall always be the welcomed Angel, to implore
To nay-it, a message the sun has left, with fires
Oh shades of the day, magma and ice
Always at heels of each, enemies and friends
Which one, which one comforts me?
Nights of nay-its succesful reigns..
When upon my creaky atsatsa*, I counts the fruits
deka...
...eve,
.. etor...
Sun oh sun, fire out of the Brahma's hearth, you reign in history
my journey has started
A soul searching
Reflections
Mesmerises
To clean the brass and shine its surface
For the lights boasts of shines to soar
As I clean my self of debris of old, of old ages
Ah, night, nay-it, all that blackens me with blots.
Now
.....till
when.......

Lamptey Godson Kofi (c) 2012


Details | Quatrain | |

SNOW

Seems no one cares for "winter rains",
So white and wet and cold;
Drifting down so silently,
As we huddle 'neath the folds,

Of coats and scarfs and woolen hats,
And yearn for days of summer,
Complaining 'bout the wet and cold,
Of winter being a bummer.

The ice, the snow, the slippery roads,
Slow going for the traveler,
Are fodder for these transgressed souls,
And fuel their heated palaver;

But there are those who glory in,
The changes of the seasons.
The kaleidoscope of colors used,
Sets moods that give us reason,

To celibrate the time of year,
And it's exquisite beauty.
In nature things are balanced well,
And each thing has it's duty.

From mineral, plant and animal,
To the elements themselves,
We need them each and every one,
For life to go on well.

So don't complain about the snow.
It's moisture that we need.
It feeds the rivers, streams and lakes,
Amid the summer's heat.

It adds a pristine beauty,
As it covers trees and yards,
Feeding imaginations,
Of painters, scribes and bards.

                                   Judy Ball


Details | Acrostic | |

HAPPY NEW YEAR

HOPING WE
ALL HAVE A
PROSPEROUS AND
PLEASUREABLE
YEAR, AS

NEW WISHES AND
ENJOYMENT
WAITS AROUND THE CORNER,

YET WE ALL
ENCOURAGE OTHERS TO
ACCEPT THE
REALITY OF LIFE.


Details | Haiku | |

Can You Picture This

blue water rushing 
down rocky cliffs - makes gorgeous 
themes for computers



Tribute To
Waterfalls


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Rhythm Of The Falls Contest
GL All


Details | Idyll (Idyl) | |

We Breathe

Spring‘s gone,
Summer days,
Autumns hues of crimson and gold, will soon replace.
Silently, I gaze from secret place 


Consumed by memories
Of happiness shared of you and me,
Snowy days spent by the fire 

Entangled souls seemingly 
We beat the odds with evenness
Blissfully…

In this present moment, a longing touch rises within
Where giddy hearts still afire
Passionately so…

In an instant,
It begins to rain within, 
I sigh, you sigh -- We
Breathe…


Details | Rhyme | |

From my front porch

I stop now and again,
on the inter sanctum that is my porch.
Always trying  to calm my racing brain,
I stop to gaze out into the beyond.

I sit on my old wooden bench,
and watch the summer unfold.
So much happening,,
so much beauty to behold. 

Hollyhocks tower gently over the sun streaked door.
Honey bees hover industriously over red ripe roses,
plumaging for just a little more,
sweet tantalizing nectar.

Out over behind the bending willow tree,
lies a sapphire blue pond.
Frogs sit patiently croaking their soulful songs.
Sometimes I wish I could correspond.

Off in the distance,
dragonflies and turquoise damsels zoom high.
I often wonder,
Are they going to touch the top of the sky?

In the rolling golden fields
tall and stout corn waits for harvest.
Cant wait to see how much it yields.
But that time hasn’t come yet.

A bird begins to sing,
followed by another.
Until its one long  melodious string,
The trees that are their homes becomen alive.
 
On the darkening horizon,
pitch black ominous clouds roll in.
all of natures chattering falls silent,
creatures know now to be hidden.

 Some days  the skies open up wide
with a fierceness as lightening crashes.
Getting a look close up, I don not hide ,
I am never afraid, to  steal a single look 

I never afraid while on the confines of my porch
I never run in fear, or even turn away 
Don’t want to miss a single moment 
of  Mother Nature and this beautiful summerday


Details | Light Poetry | |

Tale of the White Snow Turtles

In the deep of the snow, In the dead of winter,
Under the Aurora Borealis taking our breath away.
The snow turtles jostle, and skittle, and Skim the snow,
All in a beautifully quiet nights, bountiful, wonderful play.

Man has seldom seen this recluse, so gentle and so renowned. 
White as the snow packed earth itself, they simply can’t be found.
They sled and slide and scurry to hide before the break of day,
No one knows they’re even there, for they make not even a sound.

Animals respect them for they can’t make them into prey.
Even the polar bears leave them alone, except for to play.
And no matter how much the bears bat them about, I say!
They just close up and go wherever they are conveyed.

Magical, they can swim waters quite cold and really deep.
They eat the little fishes and enjoy whatever they can reap.
A man will never find their den as they dig into the frozen snow,
For like the tundra gophers, they live in the frozen ground below.

I swear they do exist, for a baby once came to me, admiring my fishing pole.
For I had lots of little tasty, yummy, fish that he wanted my son and I to throw.
We obliged him just that once, and then for more nights before we left his land.
But if you're going searching there’s something I should let you know, offhand.
They only show themselves to the pure of heart with a fish offering in your hand.


Details | Free verse | |

Home

twenty-four hours and counting.........
I have been called home to the realm above 
I must submit a bow and gracefully move forward
I must leave you behind my friend, my life....

But, for now......
I shall,

sing a symphony of celebration
dance naked deep within the trees of belief  
dive from the highest cliff I can find
sit quietly and sip chamomile tea 
I will run as fast as I can
skipping and jumping up to each cloud I see
I will relish each moment with a ponder and a plea
as the clock tics down to a grand completion
I will fall upon my knees 
a prayer of thanks I will recite
a word of encouragement to each one who has brought me into the light
I sit for now, grateful for each second spent next to you 
a grateful journey of splendid yesterdays
joyous the celebration , I pledge to watch over thee

goodbye for now......... 

soon a flight to be free.................

quite a Tantalize sensation  

wings 

a halo

yes , it is me..........


 


Details | Haiku | |

Nature's Window

stain glass window autumn leaves red and gold filter sunlight


Details | Quintain (English) | |

BURST OF PETALS





ruffled flowerets gather to tickle my face,

          waving their skirts in sweet windlblown grace

                 as we all tumble under daybreak’s amber strands ,

                         zoom! a rocket of  rainbow dances in celestial plays;

bursting a hundred droplets on one rare springtime blaze




single quintain

------------------------
Contest: PD's Rainbow
By: nette onclaud


Details | Haiku | |

The Perserverence of Pansies

a smiling face
fall planted pansies blush
spring blossoms


Details | Rhyme | |

The Few And The Proud {Epiphany}

the few and the proud - epiphany

watching you encircle shaven crest
wings extended and filled with zest
top notched speed nothing but best
just you and me as your visiting guest

fields of wheat and golden grains
loaded up in cargo planes and trains
lord please don't let me go insane
for capturing essance for which I gained

escalating to new found heights
feather friend remains still in sight
I will forever pray for him to be alright
as I watch him soar in sheer delight

captures and raptures are now few
so go ahead and wisper morning coos
for I'll be saluting an long over do
to the one flying in colored hues

rose petals strewn amidst the air
where once an eagle was dared
to me I think it is just unfair
theres no other that can be compared

so my feathered friend I ask you this
I hope you didn't mind that I did not miss
your pareless flight that did exsist
above fruited grains and a mountains bliss


Tribute To The Bald Eagle

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's
THE CONTEST OF NEW TERRAINS


Details | Narrative | |

MY TREASURE BENEATH THE TIDES

The murky rolling waves subject
to the whims of the February's wind, 
far above the secluded lighthouse;
the roaming aircrafts vanish through thick clouds,
leaving behind a trail of hazardous vapors...
but the geese and seagulls can't continue their existence!  

And still the sea offers them its promise,
a distant shore untouched by man...
by his greedy ways and incompassion,
causing the extinction of many species;
my reflection is based on fact :
we can't survive without them!

The stylish wild birds engage,
as if striken by a sudden rage,
in their frantic, daily dance over the marina,
as I listen the melancholic lyrics of  " Nessun Dorma "...  
the exquisite area of Puccini,
which comes alive through the extraordinary voice of Bocelli!
   
 At four the fog thickens and shrouds the shoreline,
the brass lampposts light up with reluctance...
to shy away the presence of any ghost; 
I, in transitive joy, hide my treasure beneath the tides,
hoping someone will find it  and remember my work... 
long after my thoughts will be no longer alive! 


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Nature's Son {Trois Par-Hut}

<                                                  winds gallow
                                          o ~ speak out thou shallow
                                       in ancient magnitudes of whispers

                            wrapped in sparkling gems but that of more crisper
                               embracing majesty like re- known spun hipster


                                 and thy O~ answers babbling tongue
                                           symbols of new births young

                                                       nature's son




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Season's Greetings!

Oh yes! I am bringing to you my sweetest “Season’s Greetings”!
We’re all for one and one for all we have our gradual meetings!
In just one single season; 
I can change my very significance, 
Into my natural underlining supernatural spiritual being,
I am inducted into a higher level of a thorough healing.

Autumn decorates Mother Earth’s leaves with painted colors of a much clever design.
Winter sheds its leaves harvesting bared naked trees perfected by one purely divine.
Spring brings many blessings by bundles pleasing my senses delicately I’m breathing.
Summer sparkles in midnight’s mystical air soothing my torturous day stained in sweat.
Balanced by my four winds in heaven into brilliant glory,
Each day you and I personally have pleasured and met!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Great Goodness!
I ‘m believing in exactly what it is I‘m seeing and feeling!

“Season’s Greetings”!
Goodness Gracious!
I’m feeling Mother Earth moving a healing inside of my own natural being!

A Sun so bright, glaring shiny throughout the endless midnight skies spreading wide out.
A Moon so light, beams flow through down into depths of seas netting webs on a mount.
Skies so high my breath loses sight in the glare of golden visions all at once I forebear.

Shallow rivers and high Mountains sounding to winds of decrees summoned by degree!
Valleys and fields rain top rocks of thunderous clouds striking down at the perfect pair. 
‘Tis Season’s Greeting adjacent to humbling breaths with heirs to a mightier new year!




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The Smile of spring

Butterfly sent their kisses at the blue sky
The chirping birds singing a melodious lullaby
The smile of spring is just around the corner
Clouds then dance to the music of air

April rose, lilac and orchids arose 
May flowers bloom, petals are aglow
Smile of spring bliss at the meadow
Sweet morning sun kisses the rainbow

Spring water falls to bath one soul
For a new morning comes, a new day to begun
The smile of spring paint on lips of angels
It’s a season to rejoice one spirits


Cheryl Aldea
February 6, 2012


YOUR VERSE AGAIN any theme/any form max of 12 lines (Contest)
Sponsored By : Brian Strand


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Course of Winter

The bright flame flickers raging red
While bitter cold is frosting glass.
In stirring silence of the dead
The falcons sleep in straw bound casts.

Morning dew freeze into glass orbs,
And tuffs of cloud blanket the sky.
Great arms of oak boast silk white robes
While golden rays of sun deny.

Deny the comfort of its arms
So ice-capped hilltops glimmer still.
Winter cannot resist its charms
So wild western winds be tranquil.

With no coral the horses race
Through wooded valleys of the hawk.
Thus beating ground without a trace
Join deer and fowl atop the rock.

One giant leap is all it takes
To cover distance far and wide.
Civil culture freedom forsakes
But still dolphins unite the tide.

While flying air and water too
The forest bends to guard its caves
Defending never found so true
A love that earth itself still craves.

The grasses sway to redirect
The voices of the lands still heard
And echo thrice by intellect
A wisdom carried by the bird.

Grand silver wings the rivers grasp
For just one sweet and selfish kiss.
And so it leaves, fare in its clasp,
The waters flow in tasteful bliss.

As evening comes the eagles wake
To soar the midnight hour with ease.
We walk the night and peace we take
But never know us grace like these.


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Butterfly



`````````````````````````````` For now she lie silent the winds have all but ceased the ending of relentless rain has birthed a song of spring In her silent paradise protected within emerald boughs a dream of pastel stirs within her silken gown With images alive in flutter where sparks of growth ignite this lovely fare virgin prepares her endless flight With grace reaching beyond and subtle hymns in soft sway this beauty of flights kingdom escapes to make her way...
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Details | Haiku | |

I See You My Little Pretty

under water fun
tiger lands crouch position
nostrils and eyes flared


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Soul of a saint ~ Life of a new beginning

she walked quietly back to her sanctuary

wings aflutter 

a dream in her heart

she longed to fulfill her mission

a quest to bring a saddened soul to the glory of the eternal light

in dedication she spent long nights in prayer

she came to me in the sparkling light of that October morning

she said I was one of the chosen

she talked of miracles......  

she spoke of trials......

she taught me of  love ,  faith and of hope

a vessel sent to me so that I may live again 

a gift of the holy ghost

a promise delivered 

with a tear I ask that I may receive......

beautiful angel of mine

you have a "soul of a saint"

you bring me a "life of a new beginning"

I fall to my knees in prayer

a song of eternity accompanies.....

pure white visions surround,

a deep love fulfilled.................


amen 





_______
Contest









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Jubilation (Christmas In July)

I'll decorate the trees outside
with sparkling tinsel 
and dreamy ties

the sun beating down
in all hope and all joy
a beautiful picture under a mid-July sky

colors aglow of reds and greens
a spirit of inspiration
a story to apprise

a hymn of a miracle 
we gather to sing
embracing each one, his story arise

a loving sense of our being 
a Christmas jubilation we all cherish
a celebration of our king, with each breath a surprise......




"SWEETHEARTS CONTEST" 

 


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Barren Scene Seen

Barren branches show Invisible camouflage Leafless season seen .


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LIVE LOVE LIFE

LIVE LOVE LIFE

LIFE, a precious gift we all SHARE
We have no time to stand and STARE

Forget the heavy burdens on your SHOULDERS
The Anger that turns you into a SCOLDER

Eradicate the pain that makes a heart NUMB
The loss, questioning a brighter future to COME

Free your mind from all suffering that makes you loss HOPE
And frustrations challenging one's ability to COPE

Tears can run your deep ocean DRY
So let go of the misfortunes that makes you wonder WHY?

Worries you should not BARE...
We are all in need of those who truly CARE

Leave fears behind at a place called YESTERDAY
GOODBYE to the past, and here comes TODAY

So cheers to a long life and a JOYFUL ONE
To those we call friends, the honest BLISSFUL ONES.


3 things needed in life; 
A wishbone (dreams),
A backbone (strength) 
A funnybone (sense of humour). 

EXCESS WEIGHT (negativity) IS GAINED THROUGH LIFE's JOURNEY, SO LOSE WEIGHT SPIRITUALLY . Destroy all you have built, and build anew from the root/foundation of the real you and you shall be reborn. Free your mind, be shapeless, formless and free spirited (as you think, so you shall become).

And most importantly, SMILE! 

:  )

LIVE IT
learn to LOVE IT
because everything IS LIFE

By Hussein Farah


Details | Lanterne | |

Renewal

Spring
Rebirth
Flowers dance
New beginnings
Hope


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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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Wanderer

A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.



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I'm Growing

<                                  economic woes
                                    say it isn't so
                                    fruits vegetables of divine
                                    artificial added such a crime
                                    sow garden  W.T.G     {Way To Go}
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    
                                    


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The Seed who fell to Earth

I am that seed 
Carried by the wind
I drifted for long
On air that thinned
 
My destination
Not known to me
Until i fall
I'll have to wait and see
 
Wind falls 
As i twirl down
Me, the Sycamore seed
Down to the ground
 
The patch of land
That accepts my fall
With natures rains
I will stand so tall
 
As the years pass by
In my fertile patch
What do i say 
To future seeds that latch
 
Be like me, let the winds have their say
Drift like me, and maybe one day
In natures world, she'll grant you birth
The Seed who fell to Earth
 
Inspired by Raul's " Carried by the Wind "


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A snowy night

A doe and her mate tempt the fates wind driven snow what a delight... new white blossoms on barren bushes over large hats overhang on hoary old buildings highlighted branches on majestic leafless trees magical silence in the quality of light a blanket of white pulled up to nature's chin perchance to dream a new tomorrow... a new day


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The Lazy Days Of Summer

the illuminating sounds of summer
first there is birds sweet sernarding amidst cottonwoods
and if your lucky enough even capture whispers of the wind speaking 
down in a lustrous valley of green and don't forget about  
echoes of an eagle encircling the blue yonder looking for it's mate
or you can capture  sounds of a babbling brook flowing 
down an winding outcrop stream but to me
I think my favorite sound thus far is the laughter of my child's voice
and the sizzling sounds of hot dogs and hamburgers 
being made on my grill as were watching  fireworks display 
from the back of a twin engine houseboat floating down
a rivers edge Oh the sounds of summer would be nil
if I would awake from this enchanted dream 


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Yoga

 
my physical body......yearn......
my mental being......reach......
my spiritual energy.....pull......
 
within my sanctuary 
of mind, body and soul
I center in a calming request
of spirit awakening

with scattered energies tossed along the ebbing shore line
I must focus......
I must touch ailment......
I must harness thy yoke of completion 
my breath slows in silent acceptance 
as a single sun beam calls of gracious salutations 

my spirit drift endless
of cresent moon at twilights eve.
and warriors song in mornings mist

as warmth showers my flesh 
my spirit tingle complete    
touching a loving convergence, the ultimate purity received
I become one as the spirit calls

with each breath, completion......
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Details | Cinquain | |

The Sun Has Come Again

The sun
Has come again
After having been shunned
By the fury of warlike clamor
Of guns.

It was
Time for cease fire
Tired of the endless 
Clashes of unyielding powers
Oppressed.

Now calmed
Wishing the coming
Of the spring season's charm
Washing off the grind in showers
Disarmed.

Breathing
The sweet fragrances
Of new found wider views
That melt the ice and see our hopes  
Renewed.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 03.15.10


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Got Milk

amidst milky weed
tail orange butterfly extracts
succulent nectar


Details | Free verse | |

My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


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Shine On

a beacon of light 
transparent through clouds clusters
reflects off stilled bay


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DESTINY....PUSH.......

I'M PREGNANT WITH DESTINY.THIS WASN'T A NORMAL PREGNANCY.
IT STARTED LIKE A MUSTARD SEED; IT GREW INSIDE ME LIKE A
BABY...THE FEELING I FELT WASN'T IN WEBSTERS DICTIONARY...
WORDS THAT MORTAL MAN CAN NOT DESCRIBE IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.
ONLY IN HEAVENLY TONGUES..

MUSTARDS SEEDS REQUIRE A SPECIAL KIND OF DIET.NATURAL FOOD WAS FOR THE FLESH.THE SOUL REQUIRE THE BOOK OF GENESIS;AND BY THE 
NINTH MONTH IT WAS FEEDING ON SOME REVELATIONS... THIS WAS JULIANT.BRINGING ME TO THAT MARVELOUS LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL.

MY MUSTARD SEED IS IN THE BIRTH CANAL.FATHER GOD PREPARED ME FOR THIS SEASON.NOW, MY TIME HAS ARRIVED TO PUSH MY MUSTARD SEED THROUGH...

PUSH OUT YOUR SINS AND REPENT.

PUSH OUT YOUR STRONGHOLDS YOU KNOW..

PUSH OUT YOUR DELIVERENCE 

PUSH OUT THE WATER FOM THE TEARS YOU CRIED
AND THE PETITION PRAYERS YOU SENT UP TO THE SKY.

PUSH OUT YOUR GIFTINGS....

NOW HERE COMES THE ANNOINTED 

DESTINY.....IS HER NAME...........  


Details | Tanka | |

Nature and Humanity

Effervescent dreams
Flow down upon mother’s plate
Chilled by destined fall 
A time always remembered
Appearing third time of year

Season of life fades
Human apertures grow weak
Though, knowledge is strong
Love holds different stages
Bonding affections with key

Combined all blessings
Unfold into beauty bold
Each respect enriched
Of their returning faction
Crossing over great divide

To rapture rebirth
Forming times readmission
Natural recourse
Within nature is beauty
Returning humanity


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Paint Me A Picture

intreguing white orbs
great for carving or painting
during fall gourding



Happy Halloween All


Entry For 
Raul Moreno's
White Pumpkin Contest 
GL ALL


Details | Haiku | |

The Bends

Under the Elm Tree
The wind bends the ragged weeds
slowely the light fades


Details | Limerick | |

A Drunken Tale

Over lips and through da gums
Hooked minno is going down some
Depth by depth there she sinks
Hooked a dam dogfish oh how that stinks
Pulled anchor and now drowning in rum




Tribute To Fishing
Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Sea Tale Limericks
GL All


Details | Dodoitsu | |

Dark beneath light

            Edged beauty carved precisely
                                                               The heaven pours its soul out
Contrasting with the evil, 


                                         beauty hides the shame.


Details | Free verse | |

Merry Christmas to All

Though we all do celebrate birthdays,
the best birthday,
falls on the twenty fifth of December,
as on this day,
our Lord,
Jesus Christ had been born,
the day is considered indeed great,
as the Son of God,
had come into this world,
and had left us by forgiving our sins,
the day begins,
by people of all castes visiting various Churches,
and offering their prayers to the Lord in here,
on this day,
the day is celebrated with a lot of passion,
and fervour,
wherein we also get to wine and dance, 
and be merry all the while,
the kids are quite happy,
as on this day,
they receive lovely gifts,
for been good kids, 
from a very special man, 
known as Santa Claus
by acting as a postman, 
but differs in style and in his way,
by delivering the gifts in advance,
as he does know that,
there is no use in relying with the snail mail,
and the kids would indeed be sad,
if they don’t get their presents in time,
whereby he does not take the usual route,
but always takes the wrong one,
by entering through the chimneys
or through the fireholes, 
how he does it,
we have no idea,
inspite of been fat,
his favourite are the cookies indeed,
wherein he seeks an easier way to get into the houses of the kids,
here’s a message,
he leaves for you all,
wishing you all a Merry Christmas!!

Dt:-21st November, 2012, Name :- Manu Nair


Details | I do not know? | |

Welcome, Spring!

Today is a day filled with beauty and grace
The wind’s in the trees, it caresses my face
The sky is as clear as a crystal blue ocean
The exquisite air stirs my soul, my emotions

I hear God in the singing of nest-building birds
On a day like today, ain’t nuthin’ disturbs
The peace in my heart, the joy in mind

They shine through the dark,
Make me feel less apart 
From my family, mankind,

And keeps me connected 
With all things Divine


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Spirea

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Little princess spirea
growing quaint within her garden 
fetching thoughts of song aspire
swaying grace in summer breeze
with her loving hand of nurture 
and a heart of  light aglow  
each summer day pass lovely
as she sings a melody of praise and growth 
________________________________

Contest

Anagrammatically Speaking

Spirea ='s Parise

Aspire='s Parise

Praise='s Parise
________________________________

Spirea~A lacy Pink Japanese Perennial Flower


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This Load I Carry

Along the road of life, I carry a large load… It feels quite heavy… As I travel a “bumpy” road. This load I carry is often difficult to bear… At times, I stumble… And caught “unaware…” The trials and hardships of life… I shall endure… I’ll try to stay on a path that is “safe” and “secure.” There are times, however, when I get in a hurry... As the storms of life often cause a “flurry.” During my travel… As I look up to the darkened skies… I can almost look into my heavenly father’s eyes… As God reaches down his arms so strong… He’s there to lead me when things go wrong. The Lord is there to help with my heavy burden… He’s also my guiding light… through life's "dark curtain!" The Lord is my shepherd and is with me where I go… He’s brought strength and rest for my weary soul. This load I carry may be full of so many things… But grows lighter because of the love that God brings! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

You Light Up My Life

suns candlepowers
can surley lighten up some
darken passages



Tribute To Nature
And The Power Of The Sun


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Ascension Haiku Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Enchantment

Multicoloured jewels
Bursting from bud
Spring splendor


Details | Kyrielle | |

This Too Will Pass...

This too will pass...Dark days will appear, but we must hold on;
     We will shed tears, but know, we are never alone.

This too will pass...Tribulations may occur, but it is not the end;
     Happiness 24/7 is what we all prefer, but know, hearts don't break, they bend!

This too will pass...Sometimes through our fears, mistakes will be made.
     When a window of opportunity appears, don't pull down the shade!

This too will pass...You may not have a plan, but when you do, follow through;
     Because every man is guilty of all the good he didn't do!

This too will pass...There will be emotional ails, but believe me you will not die;
     Don't be afraid to fail, be afraid to try!


Written for Paula Swansons contest "Pass"


Details | Imagism | |

Rain

Drops falling.
The tears of gods
Forgotten or forsaken
Tapping at windows
Begging for repentance
Those
Cruelly recalcitrant
To their design.


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Know Your Mother, Know Your Earth

The waves they rock
This ship so fierce
'Twas silent night
Now screams do pierce.

The waves they roll
And curl and crash
We watch with fear
On rocks waves smash.

The morrow comes
The sky is bright
Our ship survived
The stormy night

The waves, they lap
Upon the sand
We safely dock
Upon this land.

Neptune the sweet
A lulling force
The night has shown
His maddened course

We move so swift
From Triton's lair
The trees are thick
The valley's fair.

I sink my toes
Into the earth
And thank Mother
Who gave this birth.

This world can be
So treacherous
Yet Her beauty
Is clear to us.

I see sunlight
Dappling the ground
Carpet of leaves
Of Autumn found

She's a Temptress
Beauty unmatched
Gentle and fair
 Our hearts are snatched

Yet like all Eve's
Her temper's foul
Her seas deadly
Her winds do howl

Turn on a dime
And see Her morph
Your wife's fury
Is just a dwarf.

So watch with love
But watch with fear
And hold Her close
To your heart dear.

Nature Divine
Nature Fair
Nature Changing
Nature Beware


Details | Ballad | |

Small Town Big People

I look in the mirror and see the years gone
I can look beyond the glass out the window
To the yards of my childhood
I can smell the flowers and feel the grass ‘neath my feet. 
I can hear the music blasting on the radio
Mama callin’ me for supper.  


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

The town is small and so are the events
You’re everyone’s business 
You can get a break and can’t get away
You don’t even have a say
You go to and from and people protest
And those same people will still put you to the test


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I made it to the big town K.C, 
Got myself a husband and a son and a place to live
Settled in and made a life, got a career
I swear I’ll never return to my best friend
Comfortable where I stand, 
Happy where I am 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

Well times are hard,
And people are ruthless in this cut throat time
Jobs are scarce and bills run high
You never know what you’ll hear at night
The people are small in this big town
Yeah people are small in this big town


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

I guess the town is small
Just good ol’ boys and girls havin’ fun
Small place, small town, small world
People may talk and people may watch
But the biggest thing in that small town
Are the people after all. 


I yearn to go back to that danged town
I fought to get away and never look back,
I never wanted to live there again. 
I guess there’s a piece of me
There in that little town. 

-Heather Birdwell 9/22/2009



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WHEN SPRING DIDN'T HIDE ITS FLOWERS!

Nothing is more delightful
and simply remembered by a sweet word...
than a walk through a green forest,
to find a remote spot on a low hill
and put those daily worries to rest;
the anxious eyes long for that vision
of a last, unforgotten season: 
the gentlest rain which brings
a familiar fragrance from other lands...
when spring hides its flowers!

Whenever the lonely poet dreams,
his unerring hand is quicker that  the flowing streams:
the distant vison of his flourishing thoughts
is carried to unseen places; 
and all he wishes is to feel  a sublime peace...
when spring hides its flowers!

The wishful child ,led by his mom ,searches 
 the leaf-covered paths with a sorrowful glance,
even the robins and blue-birds can't confort him,
 or give him some kind of hope for his unleashed whim;
and will he relish the joyful promise of each year,
as a gentle hand caresses his blonde hair...
when springs hides its flowers from his zealous eyes,
and one of those adolescent dreams unexpectedly dies?

I, once, was like him:  curious,cheerful and so restless:
seeking surprises in unexpected places...
finding myself in front of simple wonders
that couldn't  be perceived by the adult mind,
as if they were another mystery, not the creation of God...
when spring didn't hide its flowers!


Details | Free verse | |

Common

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~ a muse of golden brown a beautiful dark etched love my sisters, my brothers fly free in this day so vivid a clear path pushing toward completion a unity.... solidarity.... shall we dance a sub-Saharan prance collective rhythms, a shuffle step a long time coming this freedom bright colors adorn overflowing spirit of love....... so grand , so free grab hold of my hand together we shall prove common! ~


Details | Couplet | |

Flying High

<                                            my deepest passion
                                              outstretched wings of an eagle in fashion  

                                              encircling his domain 
                                              tride and true he remains  

                                              sno-capped peaks
                                              for mate he seeks

                                              call of the wild
                                              imatate like a child

                                              fields of green
                                              crystal streams

                                              beyond horizon
                                              sun's new arising

                                              take me back home
                                              to where the eagle roams

                                              for the capture of ones flight
                                              is purity for ones watchful eye's sight

                                              so come join me on this excursion
                                              inspiration you'll be splurging

                                              I thank you my feather friend
                                              be safe until we meet once again

                                              for you hold your own glory
                                              as it's told in this tales story



Entry For Amy Green's Contest
My Deepest Passion
G.L. All

                                              
                                                                                    


Details | Rhyme | |

MAY YOUR ONLY WISH BE...

May your only wish be...
rosy sunsets with chimes
that welcome the smiles
of those seeking serenity! 


May your day never end,
and if it does: be gratefully glad;
look above...there's nothing but Heaven,
as those orange and red colors blend again! 


The parting petrels have swift wings,
and emitting their last shrill: they let Nature repose;
oh, just one wish can bring new dreams...
as the harmonious song of the robins seems to pause!


Details | I do not know? | |

My Present

 
I have every reason
To put in words a season
Bearing good will, love and joy for one and all
 
So I present to you this present
No, it isn’t duck or pheasant –
Nor a shopping spree at some local, jam-packed mall
 
See, my wish for you today
Will never fade away
It shines like sparkling diamonds in a brilliant, crystal hall
 
May you be present in every moment
May you have no fear or foment
And may you always rise in triumph when you fall
 
May every moment of your present
Be generous, kind and pleasant
Filled with peace, on earth, right now, for one and all


Details | Blank verse | |

The Smell of Exile

we grew up at Home
with a warrior thrust tuning 
our souls to sounds of crickets
to rhythms of the soil
to smells of the rivers
knowing large dreams of moonlight joy
 
we grew up there in an ever rebounding 
spirit learning songs of seasons
that dressed our umbilical cords
for the harvest of our dreams—
they were songs fathers sang in the cycle
many rainless seasons ago
 
many harvest seasons ago we danced away
from loving arms of Home onto the snow sea
opening widely our limbs to invisible lines
that etched new profiteering truths 
into our being into our minds into our hearts
 
when we heard father died this morning
away from Home we were featherless eagles 
looking for remnants of our nest among anthills
at a traffic light fragmented by hideous sores
we lost the burial songs made golden by the Sun
and made the Dead sleep like babes at Home
 
it was here we remembered
the splash of Colors, the smell of Exile
the poverty of dispossession which soaked our souls
froze memories of green Hills of Home
and made us grow resentful to dreams of moonlight joy
 
we looked into the skies and remembered 
when Locusts burst dams and the deep cuts 
of Holy Water drowned the glutton voices of our fathers
our blood drank the pus from our wounds 
buried deep by the locusts beneath the skin
 
we lost our dreams of a harvest
to the splash of colors
we drowned the songs of our fathers
in the roar of the holy water
 
today there are many seas to cross
with deadly triangular calm 
they’ll congeal stubborn death breaths 
while father’s spirit scream at our tenacious fate
 
it is only a season ago since we left, yet
we no longer possess the sounds of the crickets
we no longer dance to the rhythms of the soil
what we have is the pus from the wounds
buried deep by the locusts beneath our skin


Details | Lyric | |

Sunlight

with song and dance
a sun ray bloom
of birth through clouds
sullen and bruised

a day of joy
celebration abound
nothing can stop
a love profound

won't you take my hand
and dance jubilee
a spirit in flight
uninhibited and free

all worries aside
complete joy revealed
as the wind takes us home
where warm sunbeams peer








Details | Etheree | |

Each Day Anew

stream
of life
a peaceful
river of flight
I gather my thoughts
immerse myself , anew
absorbing all that surrounds
a God sent paradise received
I climb high above the fortress walls
a song of a new beginning cries out....


"contest"


Details | Sonnet | |

Cherry Blossoms- Yoshino Sakura

Your beauty and delicate nature, indeed we cannot deny
Yet having such a short life span, you somehow eventually die
Like the transient nature of mist and clouds, you superbly reappear
Then breathtakingly take your time to freshen up the air

A majestic symbol of power, knowledge and spiritual pulchritude
Celebrated blossoms attained in Spring you've magnificently exude
You evoke an artistic comparison through your bright ruddy hue
And in the night when we're asleep your petals the skies bedew

Your flowers are nearly pure white, and tinged with the palest pink, 
Without hesitation you shrivel and fall before I could even blink 
Your spiritual and cultural significance is never an incomplete
Accompanied by your long weeping branches are flowers so very petite

So stunning and stupendously, you lay about the trees
And even when you've carpeted the ground, your beauty never cease




©RashanaKing2010


Details | Rhyme | |

The Open Window

I’m already ahead and stirring before that fiery Sunrise appears every single morning.
I'm quickly catching up to my own waiting for the breaking of this phenomenal day.
My coffee will be in my hand right when my thoughts once again start freshly forming!
Ah, I’m feeling alive inside and I think I’ll just stay right here for each second of today.

I glide through my house to stream Sunlight in by pulling every single window shade up,
I toast this day pouring my fresh hot brew straight into my scuffed up old-timers tin cup.
It’s the open window where I see my birds on my oak tree branches singing and playing, 
I just stand at the open window licking early morning honeydew from my lips and I say,
Now this is the most outstanding way to start any God given day with this superb array!

There are just so many smelly buttercups blooming out for me to pluck them up to sup!
I’m smiling whistling and getting enthusiastic about allowing myself to get carried away,
Because I hear my happy little birdies singing their hearts out to me and they’re in tune!

Let us in! Let us in! They twitter their tweets with chirps, 
Let us in and we will sing all day long just to be near you.
Laughing and giggling at my birdies I am just tickled pink,

No way Jose!
I can’t sing! 
My silly, silly little birdies, 
Y’all know my singing stinks.

My buzzing bumbling bee hummers away driving at the winds to boot,
I holler and holler for that goofy buzzer until I’m just not giving a hoot.
So I lift my tin cup up and in my air I toast to a genuine wholeness today,

By the open window I whisper to my eternally inspirational four winds of heaven, 
Forever you may live insde my breaths majestically just as my infallible Sunrays!

® Registered: Ann Rich  2005


Details | Haiku | |

You Don't Phase Me

dogs come cats go
just like moon waxing
Don't let it phase you



Tribute To Moon Waxing LOL

Also Don't Forget To
Turn Those Clocks Back


Details | Rhyme | |

Path Warn Down

The shore is what I have seen since I was little
     when I grew up it was so far in the distance to see.
Walking the distance when I was a child I was so brittle
     to notice the path was so warn out to me.

The little strides I took was not so bad
     it was just how it ended up when my mother had my hand.
She pointed out to the horizon to make me glad
     that I could look out and see the sand.

The look in her eyes was so beautiful 
     it was one of those moments that can be captured.
My mother showed me the path and told me to be careful
     to not worry about the pain she pictured.

The final walk up to get home was a bummer
     because it was the sign that ended my time their.
My time at the beach and the sea was the end of summer
     that is when I said, I will be back I swear.

The path might be warn more and more out
     even when time passes and when I get older.
My memories of my mother and I will last with out a doubt
     with time I get smarter and much bolder.


Details | Ballad | |

AN ENTIRELY NEW ME

What actually happened
in the spin of those struggling years
was nothing worth mentioning,
just being hopeful and not really giving
of myself;  and that secret remained untapped
until I became aware of wishes...

An entirely new me
makes my presence real, not elusive,
when a murky night vanishes
through the full moon's luminance...
not to impede, but to appease
any emotion felt  instantly!

If instincts could teach me 
to avoid the dilemmas I am caught into inadvertently,    
I would make those sudden changes
to get rid of all indecisions;
and as need never urges me to set limits, 
I must show confidence and courage!

An entirely new me
challenging tomorrow without impatience,
living to the fullest of my desires...
to grasp that moment with eagerness ;
and what  will proceed great joy,
will not be comparable to what I will become!


Details | Free verse | |

Christmas Wreath

Wreath of spiritual colors enriches visions of beauty.
Beauty of life, love, faith, flow in charismatic style.
Style with glory of simplicity us each day share.
Sharing respect, with no distraction in daily life,
Life that surrounds every leaf that adorns nature,
Nature wrapped circle that envelops its gift.
Gift of peace, goodwill, graced in silver bells,
Bells ring of sounds of joy of New Year’s beauty.






Sponsor Dr.Ram Mehta 
Contest Name Christmas wreath 


Details | I do not know? | |

Back To The Beginning

Back To the Beginning

I remember
As a little girl
Christmas Eve sitting around the fireplace
With my brothers and sisters
Listening to Mom and Dad
As they told us the story
Of the first Christmas

Christmas morning getting up and getting dressed
Going to church in our Sunday best
Mom and Dad walking up the aisle
With five little ones right behind
I really miss those times
When Mom and Dad made Christmas special
Never losing the true meaning 
Always taking us 

Back To the Beginning

I am all grown up now 
As I find myself, getting caught up in the hustle and bustle of Holiday shopping
Competing with whatever I did last year
Then there is a moment when I stop and think
Of Christmases past
How back then it did not matter what it was 
How it was all about the togetherness
The fun of getting ready and going to 
Christmas Mass
Then coming home and all helping prepare 
Christmas Dinner
Opening gifts and seeing what Santa brought us was nice I admit 
The true spirit of Christmas
Is what I miss the most
Therefore, I take myself 

Back To the Beginning

As I hang each ornament on that tree
Hang lights around a door or window
I think about how I can show a good example
Do what Mom and Dad did for me and
Take my loved ones 

Back To the Beginning

Lead by example that is what I have learned
So this year though I may give a few gifts
I will keep in mind
The person I am trying to find a gift for
Why are they so special and dear to me
What would be the best way to show
Them how much they mean to me.
Most of all I want to help 
Remind them 
Or teach them
What Mom and Dad taught me
The true meaning of Christmas
So please dear Lord help me
As I take my loved ones with me

Back To the Beginning

By: Jean Shular


Details | Free verse | |

Somebody Loves Me

Produced 50 yrs ago
My master Pravin Pant Sr.
Felt it was time for my Just Born coop to grow
So he introduced me to some other chicks
Bunnies bats cats pumpkins and
Even thought of placing some lucky stars
In for the heck of it what a day of cellabration
Now he has flipped his lid once again and took a few friends back
Had turned them into lip balms but I don't mind
For they will stay forever fresh on my lips as I speak of them
I been dropped off buildings had been steam rolled over
And each time I bounced back with zest
So please come rescue us from this crazy farmer
Place me in a warm basket or cake or even a dressed table 
For I m just a little peep looking for somebody to love



To The Peep 
In All Of Us    LOL


Details | Haiku | |

Gone With The Wind

A hint of summer
Becoming part of the wind
Marks the season's change


Details | Ballad | |

I AWAKEN WITH THE NEW SUNRISE

As the dreary night slowly vanishes,
taking along the weary stars,
but the wakeful moon decides to stay...
I awaken with the new sunrise
admiring the glimmering sea
with colors resembling diamonds!

I breathlessly wonder
why God has created it
with a painter's hand,
and giving us that joy...
a devine joy as a reminder: 
that all He has made is entirely His;
and in the same manner
we care for our bodies 
with much preoccupation,
we must take care of all creation,
so that our children 
can enjoy it indefinitely!

Among fields of jacandra and dandelions swaying,
I awaken with the new sunrise in sheer delight...
to face life as it was when nobody was there;
and we can imagine the thought running
through God's mind to put a human being there:
to watch and control the beautiful earth!

I awaken with the new sunrise,
to discover a small bird soaring...
going further and further up until
he has picked up the speed of an eagle;
I awaken with the new sunrise...rejoicing, 
opening up my spirit to a song of praise!

If I'm still living, I owe it to my Lord,
and there aren't days I don't proclaim His  word...
when I awaken with the new sunrise,
and I gladly watch the golden sun radiantly rise!


Details | Couplet | |

You'll Get A Rise Out Of This

The rise of Atlantis
For this I don't want you to miss

Coming of the new world
With Justice dressed as it's girl

An apple from God's slate
Filling the hunger for ones plate

Safe harbor to now call home
Empowered by minds that love to roam





Details | Dramatic monologue | |

CHANCES

Anger
Resentment
Unforgiveness
Tears of the soul

Ears of the heart
Listen to my heart
Open your soul
Embrace tomorrow

Arise dawn
let the dusk not conceal u
Shinning star
Wishing upon today
The sun will shine
Tomorrow will come
The Moon will give birth to my day


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring Forth Thine Glory

Why have you forsaken us?

O season of bloom, what manner of transformation do you seek?

Your concealing actions, in these cloud swept skies, speaks to deception my Lord.

As your humble servant, I beg of you, to please return to your former constitution.

Which bringeth not only I, but the beasts of burden and all the buzzing creatures, plus the wondrous, soaring birds, swooping in like rabble-rousers to a long lost love!

 Happiness!

Hear our cries, O season of hope, and bring forth your glory, your Manifest Destiny, to bring life and sustenance, to us all.


Details | Blank verse | |

'Changes' October 1995

What of change, be it the seasons of life or the colours of our minds;
Do we stand still or move on 'til we find what we are looking for.
Change is a natural phenomenon; part of our own creation.
It gives us strength, hope and realisation of our worth, be it good or bad.

Change is the way forward, into the next world, in this or the next;
Be not afraid of it; go with it and be of happy mind.
Seasons of life; from childhood to youth, the years of finding ourself, sometimes 
with struggle and question.

Then the season of wisdom, to take stock and look back, not to linger.
The fourth season of change is not to be entered with dread; but with joy and 
excitement.
For with it comes a colourful new life; Go forth into it with a happy heart.


Details | Narrative | |

Memories Of Christmas

Memories of Christmas through the years,
Have brought lots of laughter and many tears.
Memories of those who have gone on home,
Sometimes leave us sad and alone.
The good times that were had by all,
Grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, their happy faces I recall!
The gifts that were given, the fellowship we shared,
The love we all had, showed each other we cared.
The trees were so pretty, the food, oh so good,
Sometimes we would go caroling in the neighborhood.
We would exchange gifts by drawing names,
Some would get clothes, others might get games.
The homes would be decorated with ornaments and lights,
And we would all feast on the many delights!
There would be cakes, cookies, sandwiches, pies, and punch,
Some might eat a lot, others would just munch.
Before you knew it the night would be gone,
And the wait for next year would seem so very long!
But Christmas means more than just these things,
As we remember the birth of the Christ child and the salvation He brings!
He came into this world in a meek and lowly way,
Born of a virgin and in a manger lay.
The Shephards were frightened as the angels came to say,
The great news of His birth on this special day!
Born in Bethlehem, God's only son,
Savior from our sins, He is the only one!
So as I remember the Christmas's of old,
The greatest of all, was the one the prophets foretold!


Details | Rhyme | |

God Said I AM


God said;  My provision for you
 is more than enough.
I'll see you through when the going gets rough.

I'll give you joy unspeakable and the half hasn't been told.
I am Jehovah...your provider... 
more precious than gold.

I am the sufficient one who's able
 to meet your need.
Come to the table I've prepared for you...and feed.

Eat of the Bread of Life that
only I can give!
Allow it to enrich your soul
each day you live. 

Come and drink of my water which
 never shall run dry.
I am the eternal one.! I am El-Shaddai!

I can quench your thirst in a dry and barren land.
I am here for you!  Give me your trust and your hand.

Let me do what no other power or God can do.
I am that I am!   I am God!   And I'm here for you!

By Jim Pemberton 


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Can't Touch This

butterflies despair
wounded and abraded - yet
forges right ahead




Tribute To
Butterflies
Gods Messengers


Details | Lyric | |

I Am A Jock

A bad play
On a deep and dark September
Gazing from these bleachers
To that ref who blew that call
On a freshly painted court in the middle of fall

I am A Jock
I am A Flock


I've got balls
A fortress deep and plenty
That none will discinagrate
For friendship brings me joy
It's laughter from my best friend Roy


I am A Jock
I am A Flock

Don't talk  hate
For I've heard much before
It's resting in my head
And I'll try not to wake
So It doesn't make you cry
For if I never would of put on that cup
You've  never heard  awwwww shut up


I am A Jock
I am A Flock


I have my hooks
And my cup to protect me
I am such a world charmer
Hiding behind an ump
So another won't bump
I touch no one and he better not touch me


I am A Jock
I am A Flock


And a Jock feels no pain
And a flock seems to die




This is off spin
To Simon And Garfunkle's
I am A Rock    LOL
Gl All


Details | Haiku | |

Messenger of Change

The scent of autumn

Brought to me by summer winds

Marks the season's change


Details | Haiku | |

Calm Before The Storm

The sea of troubles
Spewing frolic wrathings
Islanders compose


Details | Couplet | |

Just One

<                                             The Rose
                                               I  Suppose


                                              Unfurl Petals
                                             Magical Medows

                                          
                                                Long     Stem
                                              Starlight  Gem

                                               Crystal Adorn's
                                                Table's  Born


                                               Womens  Heart
                                                  Man's   Start

                                            
                                               Passionate Bliss
                                                  Velvet    Kiss


                                                   Just     One

                                                  Loves   Begun



Entry For
A Rambling Poet's
The Flower Contest 
GL All


                                                     

                  
                                                     


                                                    

                                     
                                                  

                                                   

                                                   

                                               


Details | Light Poetry | |

Another Rainy Day


                          Another Rainy Day looks as though it is here to stay.
                            Think of the plants and flowers that are in need of
                                              water and a good feed.

                               Although it is wet and cold so we are told, we can
                             stay dry inside keep warm indoors and lay down upon
                           the floor by the fire, while the weather outside is miserable
                          we can reside and be protected from the storm and keep lovely
                                                           and warm.


Details | I do not know? | |

Ellip

Summer days... Sizzling air... Sprinklers...

(Ellip is a form of poetry: (9) syllables divided into (3) words or phrases; unlimited stanzas.)


Details | Rhyme | |

For Everything There Is A Season And A Divine Reason

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



Details | Senryu | |

Do The Rumba

down by the sea shore -
silhouette conjoinment dance -
under cloud's cluster


Details | Free verse | |

my favourite path

i see it before me 
i have not stepped towards, nor walked along its direction 
it is clearly there for me to do so 
the decision 
can stray left or right of the way I go 
and all I know 
is that it starts 
before me


Details | Rhyme | |

The Saving Light of Calvary

The Saving Light of Calvary Stand not in the shadow of the cross But rather in its saving light. For the shadow portrays death; The light makes sinners right. There’s no sin so great His forgiveness cannot touch. He’s healed them all before, Because He loves so much. Stand not in the shadow of the cross For there it’s too hard to see Anything other than hardships; The world’s constant misery. The Saving Light of Calvary Lights up all the world! You have the choice today; The result of your choice to be unfurled. The Saving Light of Calvary Makes shadows a thing of the past. Look forward to the light For this old world won’t last. Joy and peace will attend your soul, When you stand in the Saving Light. Even if the future appears bleak, Christ will give you insight. For The Saving Light of Calvary, He suffered more than we can know. All he asks is that we surrender Our lives to him here below. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in my Easter Poem’s Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


Details | Haiku | |

Old Man Winter

WINTER'S foilage -
blankets trees and grassy knolls -
water runs admist


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Is It Cloudy

a cotpit viewing
altitude eight hundred feet
cloud coverage below





Tribute To Flying High LOL


Details | Narrative | |

The Bird Song

   The Bird Song   

Icy fingers from the lake
tenderly caress the dew.
Foggy digits turn to vapor 
when the sun comes into view.

Sunlight bursts into the meadow.
Birds sing the song of a new day.
A family of deer finishing up breakfast.
I watch as the fawn begin to play.

Staring at the splendor of nature I'm humbled
by the magnificent day the Lord has made.
I'm reminded of a game of hide n seek as I watch
the sun playfully find the hiding shade.

The trees changing colors tell the season.
As the warmth of summer gives in to the fall.
Time rolling on in sweet harmony.
The bird song a testimony to it all.

As a visitor to this glorious moment 
I must give the Lord praise,glory,and fame.
After a fleeting look back at the meadow
I shall go back from whence I came.


Details | Rhyme | |

What If Christmas Never Came


 UNSUPPORTED CODE What If…   Christmas Never Came???

What if Christmas never happened?  
What if Christmas never came?
Things around here would be different! 
It wouldn’t be the same!

What if the baby Jesus was never born in a manger?
Mankind would be in serious trouble. We’d all be in danger!

If the baby Jesus wasn’t born.  There would be no nativity.
We wouldn’t be able to display this during our “festivity.”

It’s almost like this now! 
 It’s an “ever increasing business.”
It seems like nearly everyone wants
  “Christ out of Christmas!”

Why does it seem like Christmas is 
 losing it’s true meaning?
The very words; “Merry Christmas,” 
seem to be quickly disappearing!

Many say; “Happy Holiday.”  
They worry they may “offend.”
Having a “holiday” without Christ….  
Once again!

We need to put Jesus Christ back into 
our CHRISTmas season!
He is what Christmas is about!  HE is the very reason!

May we all take some time to rejoice in our savior’s birth.
May there be shouts of JOY!  From the corners of the earth!

Let’s not take Christ out of our joyous celebration!
We need him so much right now! 
 All over this great nation!

May we bring to him a heart of love
 for everything he’s done.
As we bring honor to Christ.  God’s precious son!

May we continually offer to him a heart filled with praise!
Not only at Christmas time…  But all of our days!

By Jim Pemberton


Details | Haiku | |

'Yellow Rose of Texas' (Haiku # 14)

‘ Yellow Rose of Texas ’ Haiku  # 14

         A Lone Star Shone On
         A Yellow Rose of Texas
         and Bluebonnets Grown


Details | Haiku | |

There's No Place Like Home

the great sand bubbler
watches incoming ribbed tide
from burrows back home


Details | Acrostic | |

A Christmas Love Story

Cherish the new born king
Hark the herald and
Ring the toll bells
It's Christmas time again and
Santa is on his way as the
Tinsel is strewn and mistletoes are hung
Mama got caught once again 
Alone kissing a guy dressed in red
So I dashed to my window and through open the shutters
Looking upon the roof
Over and over again I somehow now
Vow to remain true in
Even believing in this little Christmas tale of a hymn 



Merry Christmas To All Soupers And Staff
Love Kathy And Jenny


Also Entry For Brian Strand's
Christmas Love Acrostic Contest


Details | Narrative | |

I Send My Heart to Japan


Once again the Supreme Player has dealt the unfortunate card
From the famine in my lands
To the quakes in Haiti, and the other parts
Then the floods in Australia
Now the quake in Japan

I wonder what to make of these times
In the meantime, I’m just gonna be glad to be alive
And send my heart to those who survived
Sorry for the greatest loss of your time
My kind and I will each lend a hand in kind

Continue to see yourself as worthy in the eyes of your creator
For such are the shortcomings of nature 
Even we human beings who’re meant to be better, 
...always falter
Even the machines we make with our acute intelligence, 
...always have their failures

It’s not time to point fingers of blame
It’s time to offer tonnes of help
Even he who has help worth only a feather’s weight
Will find his place in the plaque of gratitude
...For helping restore the better days

The past is what was
The present is the gift we’ve been waiting for
We must now make profit of the achievements we harnessed in yester days
For today is for the purpose of manufacturing a better day

It is so hard to move forward while fixated with the scenery passed
So please to all of us in misfortunes of a kind
Let’s carry on ahead and take from the past 
....only the wealth of better lessons and faith
For as sure as one step ahead of the next will make us progress
Tomorrow is sure to erase all the sorrows and regrets
...and all the pains of yester days

Be keen, on your face a better smile to paint
Be keen, in your heart a better feeling to pump
Be keen, in your mind a better lesson to plant
Be keen, in your present a better experience to deserve
Be keen, in your future a better result to forecast


Details | Haiku | |

Your So Sweet

amidst grass carpet
bunny nibbles flowered bulb
expunges nectar





Tribute To Children


Entry For 
Carol Brown's Spring Contest


Details | Free verse | |

Lets Share The Gift of Christmas (Repost)

(Family and Friendships Formed Of His Love)

The gift I have to share; cannot fit beneath your Christmas tree--
I come to you in the spirit of Love, bearing a gift of friendship true,
In remembrance of Our Lord and Saviour above
I extend a sisterly hand in fellowship to you -- through faith, 
I ask Our Lord to lift you up and grant your every need

Come all ye faithful ~ sing the holy praises
Saintly men and women, as even the angels do…
Oh sinner man, I hope for your redemption too --
While praying and joyfully praising GOD
As He allows us to freely do ~

The Beloved Peace of the Messiah be with all of you
May his Holy Spirit be felt in the hearts of all, so true~
Let the saving Grace of Christmas be remembered every day  
For its the precious gift of GOD above, granted to me and you~
Let's share this gift of Christmas, as our Lord would have us to do…


Details | Haiku | |

Boy Are You Slow

look ancient creatures
marching through millennia
at slow steady pace








Tribute To Turtles  LOL


Details | ABC | |

Believe The Dream (The Lament Of Saint Nick)

Drifts snow upon the road - shines stars like diamond spark,
above the sodium glow of streets - falls omnipresent dark.
Blaze bright the window panes - translucent curtains drawn,
curls smoke in charcoal twists - the long descent to dawn.
Await the children there - quilted and cocooned,
eyes closed in sleeping trust - on dreaming isles marooned.
Faith no more lies pale - yet burns with love inflamed,
fanned by the breath of hope - and innocence reclaimed.
If only adult minds - that drain 'till they fall cold,
could feel this dream again - turn rusted thoughts to gold.
Then they would know full well - the love of ancient kings,
the wonder and the grace - of joy in childlike things.
Bright visitor returns - his yearly, ceaseless quest,
with eyes of gleaming frost - and gifts of timelessness.
In morning tide the eyes - of children hold his gleam
and all things may be possible - if they believe the dream...


Details | Rhyme | |

Winter Divinity

First snow on tree tops,
Canadian pristine . . .
Nature's own beauty
Of spirit supreme.

Cascading waters
Of crystal clear birth
Instill serene pleasure
From heaven to earth.

As the lake mirrors mountains
And deep azure sky,
We commune together,
My God and I.


Details | Free verse | |

MyTreeAndI

By dusk, the day will take its toll
I unwind with my daily stroll
And every day my eyes behold 
A tree, upon a mound. 

I see his life how he would see
We keep eachother company
Together, just my tree and me
And noone else around.

We laugh and sing and dance and play
And quickly waste the sun away
And soon its light that lights the day
Is nowhere to be found.

And now it seems I cannot see
I’m stuck here, fading, with my tree
Embraced, my mind becomes the leaves
My soul becomes the ground.


Details | Haiku | |

Armor Hotdog

bird of feather
flocks the all mighty sea shore
just for a hotdog






Tribute To
The Hotdog 
In All Of Us  LOL


Details | I do not know? | |

Dreams Begin to Dim

Dreams begin to dim, fading
Light begins to show, invading
 Swirling into wakeful focus
Lavender, white, autumn crocus

Dusty lilac daybreak dawning
On this misty autumn morning
Merging into dreamlike wonder
Rousing to the sound of thunder

Clinging onto fading dreams
Dancing, golden sunshine beams
Lazily you start to swim
As mystic dreams begin to dim


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The Prince of Life Has Risen

The Prince of Life Has Risen The prince of darkness Had the Savior’s tomb sealed. One hundred guards stationed all about, But a great earthquake all revealed. A heavenly angel clothed with bright beams Of God’s glory illuminating his pathway. The guards shook with great fear; The hosts of darkness fled away. This angel moved the stone, As though it were a pebble. He called to Christ, “Son of God come forth.” The earth shook, lightening and thunder to assemble. Christ came forth from the grave With the tread of a conqueror; Brightness lit the end of the night; Roman guards fainted, each like a toy warrior. The Prince of Life Has Risen; An earthquake witnessed the moment. Over sin He triumphed And over every mortal torment. Satan thought he’d triumphed, As Christ lay asleep in His grave, But when He arose on Sunday morning, Satan knew this kingdom he couldn’t save. He knows he must finally die And that’s why Satan wants revenge. The destruction of as many as he can— God the Father to avenge. The Prince of Life Has Risen And will destroy Satan in the end. So choose not the darkness, But the glory that our Prince of Life does send. Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2012 Featured in Easter Poem’s Book published 2012 www.maureenlefanue.com


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I Know WHO Holds The Future

Our Future... 

I do not know what our 
future may bring,
But there's a promise I know...
this one thing. 
Jesus has promised to take
care of us,
If we'll simply give HIM
all of our trust. 

Sometimes it's difficult... 
during times of uncertainty,
But Jesus wants to be
our security... 
It's hard to say in words
it really is
To know he is mine
and I am his... 

I think of the coming
days ahead...
God's children are never forsaken,
nor their children begging
for bread... 


By Jim Pemberton
 © 2008




Details | Haiku | |

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

                                            etched between two pines
                                            steady rapid current flow
                                            brush stroking rock bed


Details | Haiku | |

Now Don't Tell

rustic overtures
mirrored fixtures
majestic crowns






Tribute To Nature


Details | Rhyme | |

I Can't Break This Habit Lord Help Me

This habit has a hold of me. ..
 I can’t seem to break it!
I’m so discouraged  …  I can’t “shake it!”

I don’t know what to do, or where to turn…
When I tell others about it. 
 They’re not concerned…

What am I going to do in a situation like this?
It seems like my life is just one huge mess!

The “satisfaction” I seek… I haven’t obtained.
I’ve only myself…  And no one else to blame…

Many discouraging thoughts 
have entered my head.
Each night I cry out loud before going to bed…

I can’t think or do anything like I once did.
I don’t know how much longer
 I ‘m going to live.

Can you help me Jesus?  I know that you can.
There’s no one else who’ll listen
 or understand…

I’m going to get on my knees and begin to pray…
And ask for God’s help.  I’ll do it TODAY!

I trust his power to break this habit of mine…
This is the hour!  This is the time!

I need true freedom.  And a love that will last.
Everything I’ve tried…  Disappears fast!

To you Lord Jesus I give my life that’s broken.
“Please come into my heart…”
  Are the words spoken.

“Help me Lord to have victory within…”
“And thank you Lord for being my friend!”

By Jim Pemberton 
  02/05/11


Details | Quatrain | |

RIBBONS OF LIGHT

Ribbons of light rained down tonight,
From a moonless, inky sky.
So bright they were as they blew about,
So near and yet so high.

I watched transfixed in wonderment,
As they twisted and billowed out,
And wondered at their merriment,
As they glowed and danced about.

I'm stricken by mystical beauty,
As they writhe across the sky;
Twisting, turning, shooting, churning,
As through the night they fly.

They seem to be a living thing,
At play in the midnight blue;
In a cabalistic ocean,
Of deepest, darkest hue;

Bringing out their colors,
Like a rainbow come alive,
And I'm so blessed to see them,
As they bend and twist and dive.

The wonders of God's handiwork,
Nature at it's best,
Is shown to me when we're alone,
And I'm My Maker's guest.

                                      Judy Ball

"Then God said, 'Let there be lights in the expanse of the heavens to separate the day from the night, and let them be for signs, and for seasons, and for days and years."
                                                                                                   Genesis 1:14


                                          And It Was So.


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Nature's Beauty

The Mountains stood so high,
Yet, their shadows fell so low.
Distances between them both seized screeching winds,
And I did hear each one of them bellowing an echoing blow.
Big Birds with white long feathers were flapping their wings
They just flew up into those baby blue skies soaring way up above.

You tell me why up atop a Mountain befalls pure sparkling crystals of white snow.
The Sun shines down upon dried out fields or drenched out botanical gardens,
Yet it maintains its abundant rays brewing up some new batches of summer love.
You tell me why God made this great big world with just one pure heavenly white dove.
Oceans too deep and waves too slow, still they manage ripples and shine a dazzling glow.

In between natural layered sands, my rapid creative perceptions finally began to grow.
Seals and whales ride atop tides with a bit much pride I’d never seen the likes of such.
You tell me why Nature’s Beauty is so slow in revealing itself for us to get to know.
The Moon leads with guides bringing cascading lights back to life by a smell or touch.

You tell me why my luck struck the Mother Star granting my life with more than enough.
You tell me why days of light and nights of dark make white puffy clouds perk and fluff?
Abounding around this big Earth Nature’s Beauty spurts out plenty of its heavenly love!


®Registered: Ann Rich  2005


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Let's Get Buzzed

billowing waters
caused by winds sudden onrush
electric surges



Tribute To The Sea


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Steady As You Go

flow river flow
gently down the 
outcrop stream you go

trickling over cobblestones
and fallen branches
that's  been bestowed

mountain crest covered in snow
valleys and hilltops above and below
lies in solance as you boldly flow

puffs of white
seen in your passages sights
wonder whos lying by a fireplace tonight

ribbed tides
sea foam disguise
for it's just you and I

so flow river flow
gently down the outcrop stream you go
for where you stop know one knows



Entry For
Brian Strand's 
Flow River Flow Contest
GL All



Also Tribute To 
Great Rivers Lakes And Streams


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Autumn Dreams

Autumn dreams in russet hues
Against the ending summer blues
Drifting on a gentle breeze
Rustling softly through the trees

Settling on the dew tipped grass
That sparkle colors, crystal glass
Gold and amber, crimson leaves
And all the sights the mind perceives

Summer’s curtain call is here
Bowing out another year
Making way for winter’s birth
Autumn dreams upon the earth


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Speak my Season

I feel in this moment
every tremble of the Earth.
Every consequence of it’s freedom,
the quakes disaster for moving,
the waves erosion of life,
the devastation of windy captivity-
the scars of light.
I am born,
and I must again die
to be what I am supposed to be.
This carriage is not right,
I fall inside
fold into breaking froths.
I don’t want to be normal,
I want you to be me.
I want to be what’s right,
and for you all to see the pain you cause,
just by being the way
you
are. The ghost is not natural,
death is the reasonable.
Let me live
intended.
Let me let me go.
I just want to be myself.
Let my words breathe your sight,
don't you know the hurt of hiding?

I want to collapse in hail,
swim down mountains
and forget everything I ever knew!
I want to find the one
who will go when it's time,
and come back without reason.
because I am alive
I am not man
made.
I am oxide continuum
and I don't want anything more
than the transitions!


Details | I do not know? | |

Knowledge

I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall dusting the ground where the white wolf calls her cry is soon anwered and then echoed by them all as they look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall and listen to her mourn for the loss of someone small because she had given birth this same night in her den’s hall but his life did slip away as the white flakes start to fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall I want to join her song and help her to stand tall I raise my voice and sing rising high above them all and add my strength to theirs as the white flakes still did fall I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall learning that same night which I have never known at all a wolf does not exist without an answer to its call so I look up at the sky and see the white flakes fall


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I have arrived

I wonder why that one leaf clings 
lone and wind-tattered
to the weathered old oak;
held firm between gnarled fingers
long after the others have given in
to spiral dance in bravery to the ground below
Is there hope, a promise made
between leaf and tree
of something greater yet to come,
or is it reluctance to let go, even fear that inspires such hesitation?
I have been more and less like the second leaf, than the first
(though I would dearly love to know what it waits for)
I lack the patience for hanging around
so I let go 
into the arms of fate
never to know whether I will fall or be caught
until I have arrived


Details | Classicism | |

Monet

Dark moods in which I brood
ride the leaves of poetry books
marking the seasons of my life

Springs words, still fresh to the world
capture wondrous blooms awakening
boundless soul with wings unfurled

Summers fire, filled with hearts desire
loves caress given freely without cost
travel from where I am to were you are

Autumn's palette, painting visions of Monet
soft natures breath whispers life to me
by quiet brooks with pen in hand

Winter's crystals fall, and through it all
poems on leaves pressed lovingly
between the pages of my life

Stoic


Details | Haiku | |

An Array Of Trees

an array of trees
in the field of darkness, glow
with its crystal leaves


Details | Free verse | |

Transience

I can recall a summer day,
transient as a butterfly.
Fields full of poppies,
hazy with heat,
and pollen on the breeze.
Somewhere there is a memory
fragile and bright
that like a butterfly
captures a lifetime
in one perfect day.

And in the grass
the hoar frost
melts in winter sun.
Icy droplets drip 
into frozen streams. 
The world is bathed
in rosy light;
a fleeting fire
as the sun goes down
on another perfect day


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Go Fetch

a leap of great faith
time to hit the water pool
fetching is for me






Tribute To
Man's Best Friend


My Pup {Shadow}  LOL


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God What A Wonder YOU ARE

God...  What a wonder
 you really are!
You formed every planet 
and every star.

You created and put 
everything into place.
Your creation is a reflection of 
your beauty and grace.

Over everything. 
 Lord God.  You rule.
The heavens are your throneroom.  
The earth...  Your footstool! 

All of creation groans 
in anticipation of Christ' return.
We shall get a new heaven.  
One day...  this earth will burn.

God's majestic slendor.  
This universe does hold.
Has given me salvation ..  
His face I'll behold!

God... who created man from
 the dust of the ground.
Has given me new life & planted 
my feet on higher ground!

I love and serve you Jesus
 both now and forever!
I worship your majesty and
 behold your splendor!

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Upon This Beautiful Spring Day

I woke this morn to cooler air

and wished for weather somewhat more fair

Alas, arrived the afternoon

And with the breeze my soul did swoon

At eventide my heart will sing

and Mother Nature soon will bring

the perfect temp for a night of rest

I'm tellin' ya friends, we're truly blessed!


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SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM

      SPRING AND THE DEVIL'S ARM
Abbreviated by an early autumn night
the summer, once tormented by a torrid sun,
relented to September, as if dying might
give reason to all things the heat and time has done;

The stalks of corn, if touched, explode into a dust,
and water tables sink down to a new found low,
but love always goes on, as love, it always must,
through drought and flood, and shortages that come and go.

There in the field, an old man points his maple cane
as if a prophesy, and something we should know,
always, always, always, there will be too much rain,
or not enough, and only love can ever grow.

There is a blizzard brewing, it's part of the plan,
up in the wastelands north, with tons and tons of snow;
and on a winters' morn, snow will be deeper than
the fences seperating everything we know;

and how the wind will howl, and everything will freeze,
there's little we can do, but hope for early spring,
always, always, always, we fall down to our knees
in love and prayer that times like this always will bring.

Next spring the rains will always fall, perhaps too much,
for some the devil's arm will reach down from the sky,
and twisting life about, there is no gentle touch,
excepting love, and that is all that gets us by.

Always, always, always, love has to always be,
though borrowed from the wind, though sought in pain,
though snatched out of the grip of some cotastrophe,
if not for love, there'd be no welcome summer rain.


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God What A Wonder YOU ARE

God...  What a wonder
 you really are!
You formed every planet 
and every star.

You created and put 
everything into place.
Your creation is a reflection of 
your beauty and grace.

Over everything. 
 Lord God.  You rule.
The heavens are your throneroom.  
The earth...  Your footstool! 

All of creation groans 
in anticipation of Christ' return.
We shall get a new heaven.  
One day...  this earth will burn.

God's majestic slendor.  
This universe does hold.
Has given me salvation ..  
His face I'll behold!

God... who created man from
 the dust of the ground.
Has given me new life & planted 
my feet on higher ground!

I love and serve you Jesus
 both now and forever!
I worship your majesty and
 behold your splendor!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


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My God - My Inspiration - Nature

Poet ~ Rick Parise
=============================
Lord,
As the spirit cry in song
with diving depths
of emerald grace
I touch your
silken love at dawn
in simple words
I sing a song

A place where waters' run uncontrolled 
yet peaceful hymn
rush soul along

With feathered bough
and wild grass
I lay one moment
as time shall pass

This silent inspiration
as seasons drift 
in each reflective thought
my soul you lift

I write once  again........
==============================
Contest ~ "Inspired"











Details | Narrative | |

When the lights grow dim

The potato plant's roots keep yielding her precious fruits,
As the youth of the Spring's breeze blows through the trees,
To provide the shadows of life on its green leaves,
A bastard child is born without the presence of a father,
Drugs and prostitution have destroyed her young mother,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...

Generations full of lust, lost in shame,
Silly ladies shake their pretty round hips in mischief,
The Summer's heat has came,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...

The great struggle of the poor man is a steady fight with all his might,
While the rich man gets richer off those huge city centers,
That help light up the night,
As the leaves from all the trees have fallen to the ground,
Diseases, poverty and sickness is all around,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...

The chill of the Winters's frost freezes the Earth's vegetation bear,
So, the people look to their governments for shelter and security,
But, it is so dam freezing cold,
And nobody knows if anyone even cares,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...

Centuries pass and life spans flows and goes,
Where the wind comes and goes nobody knows,
The Son provides the world with power and illumination,
Until the day of judgement,
Only the "Blood of the Lamb" will provide true salvation,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...

The Earth will exist until the end of times,
When God has defeated all the evildoers,
As it is spoken by his voice of thunder,
With the Saints of mankind,
For, there are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...

Behold!
If life's motions and actions would pause for an instant.
To realize it is never too late for change and redirection,
Until, those great old trees crumble and fall,
As its trunk gives way to decay,
And the axe as the Lumberjack calls,
Or, when all men's souls leaves their bodies,
To be judged by the "Almightly",
When the lights grow dim...


















Details | Ballad | |

The Donkey Carol

(Chorus): My name is breda Donkey
               'Pon my back is de Christmas story
               A carry God's son an' mercy
               Down through the ages to wi glory
               De baby born in Bethlehem's manger
               Wi creator, redeemer, how stranger


Ole Balaam let mi carry him
Fi guh sell the Massa prophecy
An angel did appear to him
An' bring me square in history
               Ole Balaam saw a star
               Coming out of Jacob family
               Jesus coming from beyond afar
               To bring all sinners mercy

So one night breda Joseph call mi
Him seh O donkey come carry Mary
I know it was Balaam's prophecy
For Bethlehem's star was bright above me
              No room, no room for the baby
              Not a preacher in the earth was ready
              So mi call 'pon mi animal family
              Jesus cum guh mek yuh manger ready

The street was full of trafficking
While merchants count their money
Wi sang glory to man's joy born king
Jesus is the manger baby
              Hush Mr. cow nuh bawl again
              Red Heifer yuh sacrifice over
              Likkle lambs guh skip 'pon de plain
              Bethlehem bring forth the redeemer

Sweet likkle turtle dove you are free
The covenant of the ark is broken
Sweet Jesus bring love and jubilee
Same de greedy ole Balaam had spoken
              But mi is donkey an mi work nuh done
              A carry him before the cross
              Mi labor till de second coming of the son
              Sin is mi burden, but a him it cost


This song is written to the tune of Jamaican folk song: "Good evening, Mrs Cunningham
It is written for two voices that blend to sing the chorus, but sing each stanza in 2 parts.  It 
tells the story of Christmas from a donkey's point view, and yet stay true to the Bible 
discourse. 

Some words are peculiar to the Jamaican dialect for coloring of the song:
Breda: brother; 'pon:upon; de:the; wi:our; ole:old; mi:me; fi:to; guh:go
Cum:come ... had all words recapitulate to the Jamaican dialect even young Jamaicans would 
have been alienated --- for the language was not encouraged in our homes where it was 
considered bad talking. It is being revived through academics at the UWI again.


Details | Acrostic | |

Awakening Spring (double acrostic and end line word)

Around the corner, the sun will show its new face after                               A
Well earned time of having endured through the cold of                              Winter.
Anticipation is felt as nature burgeons and animals wake                            Anew
Keenly sensing the coming of spring with all its love felt in its                      Kaleidoscopic
Emergence of colors everywhere and its fragrances brought by the             Elements.
Nature at its youth, feeling the excitement throughout, that we all                Naturally
Instinctively experience rebirth within the fiber of our hearts; yet still          Intimidated,
Not having yet forgotten the frozen breath of the dying icy season. But        Now
Gratitude moves into the soul from the lessons learned, and we thank         God.

Sweetly, we turn our eyes to the heavens above for the blessing of its          Smile
Pleasantly blowing to us in fragrant love with the breezes and the waters,      Preparing
Rebirth of nature, and the birds sing us their songs of love while                   rigorously
Investing their all in the building of their nest for their offspring,  so              impatient,
Nagging at times to their loved ones, then making it all a fun game to play.   Nature
Gathering their families and I remember my parents for whom I thank          God.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 02.20.10


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When the moonlight touches my tatami

When the moonlight touches my tatami,
Spreading silver petals on the floor,
I shall leave the cosy bed behind me.
Like a cat, I’ll tiptoe to the door.

It is spring. The sakura’s in blossom.
I would watch this scene for all my life.
It’s a miracle which is so awesome,
That I’ll stay outside until it’s light.

There will come the sun like inspiration,
And a bird will sing its merry song.
Everything is full of exaltation,
But so dark and gloomy is my soul.

Oh, I wish I were a tiny creature,
Something like this lovely careless bird…
Then I’d be both happier and richer
Than the rulers of this rotten world.


tatami (in Japanese houses) any of a number of thick, woven straw mats of uniform dimensions, about three feet by six feet (91 cm by 183 cm), the placing of which determines the dimensions of an interior.

sakura (Japanese) an ornamental cherry blossom tree and its blossoms


Details | Lyric | |

My Heart

I can't find the words to console you
the right lyrics to take over and control you
but theres nothing that we can do
the good times will come and the bad times will pass
We're running in a race and were going way to fast
I don't want to let you in for the fear that you may win
My heart...............

Oh when my camera takes a snapshot
smile with every miniscule amount of happiness that I've got
Feet in the sand, walking hand in hand
dancing to the band I don't want to go on because at the crack of dawn
you may break
my heart.........

As the rain bombards my hair
wetness everywhere shake it out its okay
you'll keep me dry if I stay but if I stay
the fear is near that I may give you
My heart...............


Details | Free verse | |

The Rain is Falling

The rain is falling like the tears of a 
million angels weeping for the world.
Water running down the old tin roof 
sounds like music floating on the wind.
It’s rhythm flowing through my mind, 
filling me with peace and contentment.

Cooling the hot summer air as it 
falls across the landscape, 
it makes me shiver.
It brings life to all it touches, 
the plants and trees cleaned and caressed 
by it spring to life.
I can see their happiness as it rains down on them, 
their leaves ever so gently washed and bathe.


Details | Rhyme | |

Giving My Time To Jesus


Lately... I’ve been wasting time on foolish things. Not living the kind of Godly life that only Jesus brings. Twenty four hours in a day, Jesus. How much time with you is spent? I’ve never really thought of what a commitment to you meant. I need to spend more time in your word and in prayer. Forgive me now of not doing this—I didn’t even care! Even ten minutes with you Jesus is more that this world could give, This is what I need to do—as your child ought to live! So Lord, my time I give to you. Take total control. Make my life new... And by your word... Make it whole! My time with you is important! This I can see! Receiving your joy and knowing how much YOU LOVE ME!! By Jim Pemberton


Details | Rhyme | |

Here's The Answer To A Hopeless Situation

Jesus Is the Answer

Jesus is the answer to a hopeless situation 
He' brings peace and 
the gift of salvation

Jesus is the answer when all seems lost
He purchased your life with
 his death on the cross

Jesus is the answer to "a world gone mad."
He'll give you joy and 
a reason to be glad!

Jesus is the answer to a family torn apart.
His love will be the glue 
to "fix" a broken heart.

Jesus is the answer when all seems to go wrong.
In his arms of mercy & safety 
is where you belong.

Jesus is the answer when there's no one to turn to.
He's here right now... 
 patiently waiting for you!

Jesus is the answer and waits at your heart's door.
He'll bring the satisfaction 
you've been looking for!

Jesus has the answers in his word... so pure!
The words he speaks 
are true and secure!

Why not come to "the answer?"...  For all your prayers?
He is someone who loves you 
and really cares!

"The answer" to everything is what he brings!
He's the alpha and the omega...
our EVERYTHING!

By Jim Pemberton
02/07/09 





Details | Rhyme | |

Have You Been Found GUILTY Come to the Lord

There was a woman caught in an adulterous act.
Her accusers came after her with all of the “facts…”

She came to Jesus. .. With a heart-felt plea.
“Master….”  “Have mercy on someone like me!”

Jesus looked at her as she wept and cried.
So many other things she had already tried.

Coming to Jesus… She felt scared and alone…
Jesus told her accusers; “You without sin.” 
 “Throw the first stone.”

One by one… They dropped the stones and fled.
Rather than face the truth… 
 They ran away instead…

Jesus told the woman; “Your forgiven.” 
 “Go and sin no more…”
She was the meaning of what 
God’s grace was meant for.

If you’re caught in a situation,
 with “no way out…”
This is what the meaning
 of salvation is all about!

Any “accusers” you may have,
 will quickly run and hide.
When to Jesus you come…  
And have him “on your side…”

Allow the master to cleanse your life this very hour…
And experience the love of his life-changing power!

He’ll take you in with his arms wide open.
“You’re forgiven!”  Will be the lovely words spoken!

Be “caught up” in the savior’s 
redeeming grace…
He’ll give you hope and put a smile
 on your face!

By Jim Pemberton   03/04/11



Details | Bio | |

Mother's Day

Mother's day is approaching and the sadness in my heart is brewing. 
Tring to fight back the emotions within . 
Having to go to the grave yard to see you is tearing me up inside. 
I know that we all must pass on someday but it does not ease my mind none the less. 
I will go to your permanent home at the graveyard and shower you with my love for flowers. 
We both shared that same love. 
For if not  for you i would not be here. 
So i will continue to pay my respects to you every chance i get. 
Wheather it be Mother's day or your birthday or Easter or Christmas . 
I will be there to pay you a visit. 
I want to say Happy mother's Day to you but its not happy any more without you here. 
So i will say i love you and i Miss you and you are still in my heart and soul and there you'll stay. 
Love ya Momma


Details | Free verse | |

My Business Is Today

Committing myself to action; 
I stopped to put all plans away.

Determined to author my Life's book pages, 
I began the business of today.

I did away with past and future: 
Losses made and profits gained; 
That to lose and this to gain.

With the past already accounted for, 
And future yet to be taken account of; 
It's a waste for me to keep their books -

My business is today 


Details | Rhyme | |

Remember when

Remember when we prayed for snow
To call off school, stay at home
And woke to see the covered roads
A wish that came within the night
A blanket of inviting white
That calls to every inner child
Who wants to have a snowball fight
And build a snowman with a smile
Of twigs and coal to give him life

Remember when we prayed for spring
That brought the sun with longer days
That warmed the grass beneath our feet
While voices laughed as best friends played
Till clouds rolled by and showers came
Then stepped in puddles in the rain
As life were lived without a care
Too young to know of just how rare
Are memories of time and friends
Remember when,
We thought these days would never end

Kevin D. Fix


Details | Haiku | |

Standing Tall And Looking Good

towering soldiers
watch over hidden forest
in dressed camoflage






New Entry For
Raul Moreno's 
Soalance In Nature Contest



Also Tribute To
Armed Forces


Details | Haiku | |

Just Shooting The Breeze

                                                         just shooting the breeze
                                                   atop the lush grassy slopes
                                                       beneath clouds clusters


Details | Prose Poetry | |

English Garden

I have found the treasure
that lies at the Rainbow's end;
surrounded by Sweet William, for-get-me knots,
and crimson shades of velvet rose.

Near the cottage of old where I was young,
the quaint charm of the English garden.
Where time has not weathered with due harm,
swirls of hued asters still in the brisk fresh air.

Moments spent dancing with cupid in midst
of a sunny afternoon.
Seconds where dreams danced on the moon,
sweet perfume floats by to wisp away my breath.
Up ahead mine eyes view the grassy slopes
where a thousand of narcissus bloom.

I watch them sway the day away tossing 
their sweet perfume to the winds.
Wicker seats and ivory benches upon I sit and muse.
The soul cannot thrive in the absence of a garden,
a rose plot, fringed pool and serenity.

Burn the sage, the leaves of rose and wintergreen
Light the candles in the middle of the afternoon.
From within my center core I breathe for more of this
paradise near heavens view.

Sweet surrender to growing things, cupids chimes in
melody rings, for here is a heavenly peace that mirrors
my thirsty soul.


My x4 Great Grandmother was from England a Duchess but she chose to marry my X4 Great
Grandfather and lost her inheritance and rights for neglecting the wishes of the family in
England. He was a Captain of the sea and brought many to the American shores of Mass. In
reading and studying, I found she loved to write of the sea and those things she cherished
from England and growing up, from memoires, she has touched my muse and from time to time,
I let her speak of such cherished beautiful things.


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Murder of a Betrayed Soul

Have you slowed your busy pace to take notice of a drop of rain? 
 As the sun glints through it, do you see its natural and quiet beauty?
Becalm your soul in the exquisite burst of color from a leaf after autumn’s first kiss.
Have you tuned your ear to the fall of the first snowflake of winter?
Become mesmerized by the quiet order in natures every soft footfall? 
As the season’s tiptoe past, do you draw inspiration, or blindly immerse yourself in the bland cares and concerns of your daily rush?
Grinding your soul into nothingness on the treadmill of society’s thoughtless whims.
Imprisoned in a self-made sightless box of disregard. 
Your spirit slowly snuffed out without so much as an objection to the lack of trial or jury. 
Will you call a mistrial, or will you pray for a last minute death row pardon? 
Have you betrayed your soul?

                                                                                                                                Summer Gratias


Details | Haiku | |

May The Force Be With You

                                                   above canyon ridge
                                      hopper balloon excursion - using
                                                      boyant force


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The Christmas Letter, dedicated to my mother

I thought I would have, all my cards in the mail
You can tell that my pace, is that of a snail
I’m such a “go getter” and I hate sitting still
One things’ for certain, I haven’t lost my will.

All the testing, the blood work, x-rays and more
Thank goodness the lab, has a revolving door.
I’m covered in bruises, from head to my toes,
I say it’s ‘cuz, I punched a guy in the nose.

This pill, and that pill, it is hard to keep track
Is this for my stomach, my eyes or my back?
All of my treatments, are a thing of the past
I don’t have to see doctors, I’m free at last.

Believe it or not, hubby’s quite a good cook
And he doesn’t follow, a recipe book.
I’ve had to scold him every once in a while
“Please don’t leave that clean laundry, sit in that pile”.

He vacuums, does laundry and even does chores
Fixes washers, dryers and paints all the doors
He’ll relax in his chair, and he snores quite fast
When he gets loud, I’ll turn the TV full blast.

I have to admit, that it’s funny to see
Looking out that window, as he trims the tree.
I still try to figure, why men can’t “just trim”
NO, they hack, saw, and pull and leave just a limb.

The Grandchildren are growing, fast every day
Time passes quickly, which is scary to say.
Thank goodness for family, and friends such as you
May all of your dreams, and wishes come true.

MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR


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Jesus Will Lead Me

Jesus is with me every step
that is taken,
With HIM in my life—I am never forsaken!

A straight and narrow path is
what he will make,
He’s there to lead and guide me
every step that I take.

Every choice I have, every step
that is made,
The price for my life—on Calvary—
has been PAID.

His word shall direct me which
way I should go,
It shall be a lamp unto my feet
down here below.

His Holy Spirit will gently give me
Godly correction
And shall always lead me into
the right direction…

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


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I See Spots

northern spotted owl
could better serve species - than
dying in the wild








Tribute To 
The Spotted Owl


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Sunlight

Hints of gold swarms the tips of trees
a treasure chest lingers up high
and bowing in the breeze at your presence
beckoning your eyes to lift from the floor

I touch at the brilliance
and warmth bursts through my veins
wrapping me up in nature's film
protecting, collecting, dissecting thoughts

Only now is the moment
it will soon be gone and the glinting sky
will be poisoned by grey
as swirling winds brush away the sun

This is my nature
lingering thoughts echoed throughout
as day becomes night in my soul
and the beautiful day fades to another

sometimes lost; sometimes found
always at one with the world.


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May I Have This Dance

eye of beholder
gets optical illusion of
moon and water's dance



Tribute To Beauty


Also Entry For
Raul Moreno's
Reflections Contest
Gl All


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Blessed Is He Who Walks Not In The Council Of The Ungodly

Blessed is he, who walks not in the
 counsel of the ungodly.
Nor seeks counsel in their "wisdom" or folly.

Blessed is he, that doesn't stand 
in the way of sinners too.
Nor takes part in the things
 that scorners do.

Blessed is he, who deilghts in 
obeying God's commands.
He is attentive to his voice,
 and understands.

Blessed is he, who meditates
 on HIS word day and night.
It's the truth of his word, 
which gives him delight!

He shall be like a tree planted by
 the streams of water.
Though the fiery trials of life
 seem to get hotter.

He shall bear God's
 fruit in due season.
His love for him is the reason.

When trouble comes his way...
he shall not wither.
God will protect him...  
 as a believer!

In all that he does... 
his life will be blessed!
In Christ.... he'll find peace 
 and a haven of rest...
 
Blessed is he who is rooted 
and grounded in HIM.
Who seek HIS ways and 
call God friend.

Blessed are YOU ... 
very much indeed!
Jesus is here now... 
and he's all you'll ever need!

By Jim Pemberton
2008

  




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Money

With muse in hand
How do I make one understand

I love colors of shaded green
Does not make me nasty or mean

For it's in our lakes
And even in things that we bake

It 's canvass for our trees
Even sometimes stains on our knees

There's hues of bladed grass
Where we have all plop our ass

Even passing clouds
Looking purified and aloud

So here I'll stand and raise a toast
To the color green on money who everyone loves the most





















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My Friend - My Love

My friend the sun is setting and the days will soon grow cold.
What is new must grow old.
The spectacular scene of swarming rays beside crystal light must dim to shade.
Those ravishing ripples will soon grow course and fun in the sun will strike a pause.
Wind will bellow like a swarm of bees or biting ants that maze the moulding mud.

To conflict but to confide will only heighten winters pride.
Damnation two competing souls will draw to an un-victorious pause.
Yet no battle is ever won to humans the war continues on.

My love, a plea is as contceptive as talk within actions truth is bred.
Cruelty is masked by normality, charms of a conquest is often too lightly walked into.
You have beaten one clever soul, whose grip was fun but turned cold.
Now deceit grows a new face one who knows not his inflicting ways.

My friend I love to waltz in summertime’s brew however dreamers fall in line.
Lions await the waiting feline. 
Crickets click and fish do swim whose lake do you jump in?

My love the summer often wins first prize but even winter has a golden side
Embellish in the colours summer offers you, but allow winter to warm you.
Lick the fire as you kissed the sun.
Feel heaven in four seasons yet to come.

My friend, loneliness will hold us down consuming us with the rain that beats us down.
My love, reverse that beating to walk what’s knew.
Enjoy your existence, the diamonds is within you.

My friend happiness is not just sun, in finding joy in the seasons four 
And loving the gems that you live for.


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SANCTUARY

SANCTUARY THE POOL HAS SURROUNDING GREAT BOULDERS ASSURING AND SECRETIVE, CUPPING WIDE BUBBLING DEEP BAPTISMAL RUSHES OF AZURE WATER RELEASES HOT FLASHING PENDANTS IN GLORIOUS JUNGLE REPRIEVE. THE POOL HAS MUFFLED SOUNDS FROM NIGHT ANIMALS CALLING GUESTS’ REST RULES, THE AQUIFER FLOWS UP STRONG, SPRINGS OUT WHITE FOAMING RIPPLES. SUPREME GREEN WATERCRESS REINS IN DRIPPING OVERHANGS AND COOLS. THE POOL HAS A PLACE FOR CONTINUOUS QUIETUDE FOR MEMORIES SWEET AND SOUR, THAT LACKS POUNDING REMMNANTS FROM OLD HUMAN CRITIQUES RINSED AWAY IN DEEP DIPS REFRESHING THE MIND WITH A SOFT CLEANSING POWER. THE POOL HAS MAGNIFICENT WATERFALLS OF TREMENDOUS HEIGHT AGAISNT GLISTENING SUNRAYS, SPINNING CRISP REFLECTIONS INTO A TUMBLING CHURNING BOTTOM WHERE YOU STAND. SWIMMING IN THESE SPECIAL WATERS NEW SOUL AND REJUVENATED BODY, YOU IT PAYS. THE POOL HAS THE MASTER’S UNIQUE CIRCUMFUGAL TOUCH OF BEAUTY IN EERY MOSS COVERED STONES, SLEEPING LEOPARD, RED PARROT, ELEPHANT EARS AND CAMILLA FLOWERS ALONG AND NEARBY, RESOLVES EVERY COURAGEOUS THOUGHT FOR A SATISFIED FLATLAND RETURN OF NEW OLD BONES. BY JEAN A. WILSON, SEPTEMBER 1, 2011


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Wind Song

Here I stand as cool as the wind, heavenly rain drops, my lord showers me with his mist. hail 
proceeds, mother natures nurturing hand turns to a fist.
Nearby,
an aspen, short and bulky sways with her current, dancing to a wind song.
A dramatic sequence occurs, raindrops beat the pavement acting as drums. Wind songs 
sound of tambourine and the aspen sings her melody, each leaf its own entity.
All with a different tone,
She smells like lilac perfume....

Is she a she?
Or is she a he?
A natural figure, a figment of ones own preference. Mother nature represents the world . 
From the cirrus and strattus clouds, to a picture perfect sunset. Mountains that span high into 
a distant horizon, or the weeping willow whose inspirational position gives beauty its 
definition....



.....2009.....JP


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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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Water

I watched the raindrops 
one by one they fell
they filled an empty hole
till it became a well
 
every word of yours is dew
like this rain I seek
the hole here large and empty
for a cistern of waters keep
 
Within I hold these waters
as a gift for you
the life within a garden
cannot without them do
 
The moisture collects in clouds and wind
their circuits round the earth each day
their routes can now be firmly mapped
its requirements to life portray 
 
The bounties hidden in a desert
you won't ever see in bloom
until the rain its torrents fall
saturates the seeds entombed
 
Your words are livings waters
they must fall upon the seed
they cannot germinate or grow
they require this moistures deed
 
Mankind's become a desert place
where scorpions and snakes do dwell
life here is with the cold blooded
from the rainforest they have fell
 
Comprehensive examples  have been left
in all nature and histories show
a better teacher than science books
if we observe what's here to know
 
The fabric of all of life
holds me like a wadi tell
like an archeologist
who digs the sands and dell
 
These nations want gold and silver
but true riches they despise
in the end pursuits of vanity
will damn those who think they're wise
 
Once again you refreshed my mind
when I thought my well be dry
the waters here clean and clear
not bottled with a lie
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


Details | Senryu | |

Ying Yang

(Ying Yang)
Stagnant was his life;
Her capricious habits grew,
His ying was her yang


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I'm Very Passionate

my bleeding heart - pumps
purple passion just for you
drip drip drip drip drip






Tribute To 
Bleeding Heart Flowers
So Dainty But Beautiful


Details | Rhyme | |

A Brother Who's Offended

An "Offended Brother..."

"A brother ofended is harder to 
reach than a fortified city."
It seems like many brothers
 dwell on their "self-pity..."

Just look at how easy it is for most 
brothers to get offended.
It could be you or I...  Or someone
they've befriended...

Many stop having anything to do
 with a particular person.
They read God's word.  But fail to learn
 HIS divine lesson.

Jesus said; "Blessed are you when you're 
cursed, persecuted and despised."
So why do so many "brothers" hold
 "vengence in thier eyes?"

Is  there someone you know... 
Thay you've completely shut out?
Is this what being God's child...  
Is really all about???

If Christ really gave to us.  
What we certainly deserve...
Than his blood's atonement.  
Would not be perserved..

In spite of our sin and faults...  
God's heart bleeds...
He's so willing for forgive 
and to meet all of our needs!

Don't allow an offense to turn into
 a "huge brick wall."
Christ came to forgive...
 And to be a sacrifice for all!

By Jim Pemberton
10/09/09 


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Living For Jesus Is A GOOD DECISION

No good decision is made 
that starts out as a lie.
A good decision is to live for Jesus--
why not give him a try?

The truth is that God's son died
 for me and you!
The decision to live for him--
what are you going to do?

The lie is..it doesn't matter what 
kind of choice you make.
The truth is...you must do it now!  
Before it's too late!

You'll never know when your
 last day shall appear.
Your final day on earth 
could be very near!

A dedision for Jesus is the best 
choice to be made.
His life for yours.. on calvary 
has been paid!

Come to the cross and give 
everything to him!
Come and experience the joy 
of being born again!

A decision based on (God's)truth, 
is the best place to start.
Jesus' blood will make within 
you a brand new heart.

His gift of salvation is offered 
to all of mankind.
"Now if the day of salvation... 
Now is the accepted time!"

By Jim Pemberton
2008


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What You're Luck Runs Out You're At A Dead End Road

What if your "luck has all run out?"
"No one listens" no matter 
how loud you shout.

What if your life has come to
 "a dead end road."
You've lost everything... Even your
 car's been towed.

What if all you have
 "suddenly dissappeared."
Your circumstances can
 be decribed as "wierd."

What if you got on your 
knees in prayer.
Knowing there's a God
 who really does care.

What if you gave Jesus 
complete control.
Giving him your life, 
heart and eternal soul.

What if Jesus gently wiped 
away your tears.
And his peace calmed 
all anxieity and fears.

What if you realized at 
this moment in time.
Jesus is worth more than
 a large gold mine.

What if he restored that you've
 lost & all that's been tekan.
With him on board... You're never forsaken!

An abundant life is that he 
promised to give.
And he will enrich your life 
each day that you live!

By JIm Pemberton 
2006 


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A Toast To Mom

oh the weather outside is frightful
and having snowball fights were so delightful

getting hit in the butt and head
then laughing cause you start seeing red

hooking on car bumpers for a little ride
wearing tennis shoes we did slip and slide

mama yelling to get off or you'll be dead
we never listened to what she had said

socks for gloves to keep little hands warm
even amidst a blizzards storm

soaked from head to foot
looking like santa's outfit full of soot

but what I remember about fun the most
was waiting for mama's hot coco and apple butter toast


on that speical Christmas morning day
before the Lord had came and taken her away


   {R.I.P. Mama}


Happy Holidays All
Love Kathy And Jenny

Also Entry For 
Deborah Guzzi's
Holiday Songs In Poem Form
Gl All


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After All These Years Still IN LOVE

Still In Love...
My son came to me with 
a question on his mind.
I said; “Not now son—
I just don't have the time.”

He said, “Daddy—are you still 
in love with Mommy?”
“Do you love her like you did when 
I was in her tummy?”

My eyes choked with tears; 
“Yes son I really do!”
“I'm in love with her...
and I appreciate you.”

“Daddy—will you always love
me like you do mom?”
“Yes my son—my love for you 
will always belong.”

I looked down and much
to my surprise.
There were tears running
down my sons's eyes.

He came running to me with 
his arms wide open.
“Thank you daddy” were his words spoken.

I picked him up and gave
him a great big hug.
As I let him down, on my shirt I felt a tug.

His little arm reached up to grab my hand.
I knew that what I said,
he began to understand.

I love his mom so much—my wonderful wife.
She's been such a blessing-
a great part of my life!

By Jim Pemberton 
2006


Details | Rhyme | |

Lifeboat men so brave

Lifeboat men so brave............

A personal tribute to the man and woman of the R.N.L.I. 
"The Royal National Lifeboat Institute". 

Bravest men amongst the brave, 
The lifeboat volunteers. 
Precious people saving lives, 
As they've done for many years. 

Through the waves of raging water, 
Being battered by the storm. 
These precious people saving lives, 
Heroes one and all. 

Being called in all conditions, 
Whether sunshine, snow or rain. 
Never knowing what's ahead, 
Or will they see their homes again!!! 

Hurricanes and twenty foot waves, 
Smashing at your soul. 
Dedicated lifeboat men, 
With a never ending goal. 

So many crewmens lives been lost, 
Still many lives they save. 
Always putting themselves at risk, 
These lifeboat men so brave. 

To the R.N.L.I. volunteers, 
With such courage there's only few.   
May the seasons always bring you home, 
As the Lord watches over you.


Details | Free verse | |

I Do

Admist the rocky mountains
And the natural springs 
Comes a better place I remembered things

under this lamp post is where
you first asked me to take 
your hand in marriage 

I remember you down on 
one knee and the snow was 
just starting to fall 

You looked like a little lost puppy 
looking for a way to speak I
took your hand and said yes

That was over twenty years ago
And to this date we still come back
to the Springs of Colorado and say I Do



Tribute To Colorado
Rocky Mountain High


Details | Rhyme | |

Forever Fall

Dark and cold as dawn sets in
And the grass is moist by the dew
So serene and blessed
How morning suddenly grew.
 
The sky lightens
Ready to greet the sun
The plants eagerly await
To soak in the heat as one.

Noon awakes, knowing its job
Is to warm the world
No wonder the sun is a god
Just hear the stream purl.

Soon the day turns to dusk
And the leaves continue to fall
The animals find their way home
As the sun sends its last call.

Darkness overshadows the light
And all that is visible are lit pumpkins
Until the sky welcomes the moon
More is seen when the shine begins.

Now nothing can take this away
That day and that night
The start of autumn
A mesmerizing sight.







Details | Haiku | |

The Sky Is On Fire

etched in own minds eye
blazing trails of fire - engulf
the midnight skyline






Tribute To 
Beautiful Skylines


Details | Choka | |

THE PAINTER'S HAND

Ablaze firmament
with captivating light blue...
a nacturnal's whim!
The luminous moon watches
the lonely pine on the hill
caressing a star;
while below, the quite town sleeps,
not seeing the painter's hand!


Inspired by von Gogh's painting," Nocturne " 
Entered in Abe's Lopes contest, " Vincent van Gogh's paintings "


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


Details | Free verse | |

Spring holiday fever

Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, - 
create time to get together; go fly a kite, 
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.

Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields 
of the countryside.

A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty 
flowers and bulbs as they grow.

For it is now that gorgeous butterflies 
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.


Details | Rhyme | |

TRAITS OF A GORGEOUS CHILD

I had the traits of a gorgeous child,
different in looks and behavior,
only mother understood his tremor...
when night fell and he ran inside.


An adorable child expressing curiosity,
touching everything in his path,
and those hands seemed full of creativity...
when visions lured his interest.


I hold this photograph to reminisce the grace
of that tiny toddler beginning his first, memorable race... 
while his mom stretched her protective and loving arms, 
ready to hug him and reward him with tons of smiles. 


I had the traits of a gorgeous child,
obsorbing the vivid images and colors of the seasonal scenes...
I'd describe in my writings, to feel the essence of unreal dreams;
Oh, was I aware of my final stride?


Details | Sonnet | |

Somewhere Beyond Eternity

There was once a tale time could only tell
To be made and unmade, all souls cannot hide
From distant hands that cast a greater spell
All life and all death in us has to confide

Seasons bring memories to our minds undimmed
Blessed to the day, sacred to the night
Every end to every end, all humans skimmed
Across time and space, foresaid by plight

Many among us has long lived enough to allay
What has consumed our eyes to defy the vow
And expressions, adjourned, as if to say
If only you can see what we all see now

So long as we all can live with liberty...
So long we live somewhere beyond eternity...


Details | Light Poetry | |

Music of the Woods

"Music of the Woods"

Morning sun shine,
through branches of trees.

Fog on the pond whirling, 
with red maple leaves.

Whirling and dancing,
to music of the woods.

Slight smell of bacon,
in brisk morning breeze.

Small rippled waves tapping on shore,
tapping tapping then tapping some more. 

The call of a Loon majestic and pure,
this is a spot that I hold very dear.

Natures symphony soothing the ear,
draws me back to this place every year.

  By
      Trip Johnson


Details | I do not know? | |

Thanksgiving Day is Near

Thanksgiving Day is Near
This is the time of the Year
Where Everyone will come Together
In any kind of weather
Being Thankful! We're all here!
With Our Loved ones! And Those so Dear!
There will be a Great Feast!
Turkey - Ham - Pies and Sweets
Everyone's Ready! Sitting in Place!
While Someone is Saying Grace!
Giving All the Glory! With Praising!
To God Almighty! His Love is Amazing!
For God gave His Only Begotten Son
Jesus Christ! The Anointed One!
Who-so-ever Believes in Him
Shall be Born-again!
Will Obtain Eternal Life!
With Our Lord! Our Savior! Jesus Christ!
On This Day of Thanksgiving! Life IS Worth Living!
With God's Love and Grace! We'll always have a Place!


Details | Dizain | |

Spring's Embrace

The chill in the wind exits with such grace,
Buds appear atop trees high and slender,
Euphoria rains down upon this place.
Foliage awakens with great splendor,
The touch of Mother Nature feels tender.

This season one cannot help but adore,
Upon treetops red-breasted robins soar,
The tulips and daisies at this time thrive,
Wind embraces all stemming from a tor,
Spring has opened the door, all feel alive.


Details | Senryu | |

Time of Change

The scent of autumn
Passing slowly through the town
Is all I notice


Details | Rhyme | |

Ho Ho Ho

Go to sleep 
Go to sleep
My little ones

Or Santa
Just won't come


For he knows when you are awake
For He knows when you are asleep

Close your weary eyes now
And I'll go take a little peek


Tap Tap Tap
Upon the roof

It's santa coming 
For I hear reindeer's hoofs

Hush Hush now
Don't say a word

Better hurry 
And fall fast to sleep
Or he just may leave you a big turd

Let sugar plums
Dance in those pertty little heads

As I made sure
Santa was nice and fead

Cookies and milk
With nothing else

Oh thank you my dear Lord
For this nice little cord

For they are fast to sleep
Now I can go back to bed
And count my own lost sheep



























Details | Concrete | |

The Flower

A sentinel guiding 
our way home
going through life
never making a sound
through the day
the main goal: 
to surround us in beauty
having no feelings 
telling no lies
revealing new
for grace, beauty
and blessings
spending life
replenishing  the earth
with pleasantry and honor 
when death comes
not hiding nor running
but facing the challenge
and yet always losing
when the cold is over
hope is renewed 
and new beings
of goodwill and elegance 
are born 
carrying the legacy 
of descendants
on proud shoulders
heads up high
going through this
gentle resiliency once more


Details | Free verse | |

Lovely Visions

Lovely visions flow through my head
memories of green, yellow, orange and red.
Pictures of autumn, I can see them quite clear
it is always so beautiful this time of year. 

From the top of this hill I can see far and wide,
an ocean of colors reaching up to the sky.
The wind is so cool; there is a chill in the air,
it soon will be clear that winter is here.

The dense heavy fog, the frost on the ground
the grass now crackles when we walk around. 
All of the children bundled from head to toe
hoping and praying that soon it will snow.

Logs burn in the fireplace so warm and bright,
It fills our hearts with happiness and delight.
These lovely visions flow through my head,
beautiful memories of green, yellow, orange and red.


Details | I do not know? | |

Four Season's of Life

Guess it’s now my time to ask
If this is another difficult task
Maybe it’s time to know the real reason
As the world changes another season

Winter keeps my heart frozen for a while
Until the spring leaves sprout with a smile
I’m out here playing under the sun
Until the autumn wind steals the fun

As I get to know the reasons
I appreciate more the seasons
Even if I know I’m heading for a difficult day
I must get up and think for the day.


Details | Haiku | |

Timber

if a tree fell - in
the forest - I wonder if
you could hear the sound ?








Tribute To
Our Timberland


Details | Sonnet | |

Autumn Has Arrived

Feeling the crisp chill of the brisk morning air
Trees formerly full are now virtually bare
Vibrant colors of many and striking hues replace
The lavish greens which previously were in place

Autumn has arrived with her presence aglow
An artistic colorful pallet of beauty to show
Leaves falling gracefully onto the frosty ground
Falling ever so hastily creating a glorious mound

Children running amorously awakened with cheer
For colorful mounds of leaves are so undoubtedly near
Jumping in one by one, the leaves do tell a tale
Of a once boldly standing oak which now looks so frail

Basking in the essence of autumn’s sweet delight
Her loveliness remains an untouchable splendorous sight
Enjoy her virtuous nature as her absence is drawing near
Vanished another season as winter suddenly appears


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AIR OF AUTUMN COLORS

leaves falling,
wind blowing.
colors so unique,
weather so fatigue.
a rush of autumn light;
faster the days goes by,
a touch of mesmerizing feeling,
deep in the mood for changes.
seasons that means so much more;
lies hidden in the core of cores,
fading in the light cool breeze,
this is the time of the year to chill.
to think about the things to come,
to whether the weather under the sun.
to enjoy the last warmness of the year,
before the special holidays come near.
an air of goodwill that still sets;
founded on humble pride,
like the different autumn colors of leaves that doesn't lie.


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Leaves of Gold

It idly sat in the sunlight;
A golden adornment for a barren yard,
From which Summer’s war left unmercifully. 
As a god does salvage the earth, so did this lone tree, 
Birthing from its branches treasures for the eyes to behold.
Yet much unlike an immortal entity, 
Such life falters when the spoiled adornments descend to their graves,
And Winter’s pervading air steals an abundance of nature’s most priced artifacts.  


Details | Tanka | |

The Coming Spring (Tanka)

Spring is in the air
Robin sings by my window
Snow melts to puddles
Red tulip buds crest the earth
Blooming with my smiling soul


© Joseph, March 15, 2008
© All Rights Reserved


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Christmas 365

I'm still enjoying the gift. Praise God! Christmas is not over for me. I'm still shouting 
in victory not for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Do you want to enjoy and celebrate Christmas 365 for the rest of your life? Read John 3:16. "For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever believeth in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life." God gave you a gift. God gave one to me. Did you open it, or is it still sitting there unwrapped waiting for you? I can only advise you to open it by saying this:” O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that 
trusteth in him.” God loves His children tremendously so He gave us the gift of life 
and life more abundantly by giving us His son with a mission to save us all by dying 
on the cross at Calvary. He was conceived immaculately and was born to heal the 
hearts that are torn. He lived on the planet earth and performed His first miracle at 
a wedding. And he performed many more in his life and still is right now. He knew 
His purpose He died and rose on the third day with all power of the earth and 
heaven in His hands so that you, me, your family can finally walk in destiny and live 
eternally. Yes forever be alive. I love my gift. It took me awhile to unwrap it, but as 
soon as I did my life is not the same. I’m still enjoying the gift. Christmas is not over 
for me. I’m still shouting in victory for the gifts under the tree but due to the fact 
that God so loved me that gave His only begotten Son to me. Yes He came with a 
mission for all of us to be forever alive. That is why I celebrate Christmas 365.

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son that whosever 
believeth in Him shall not perish nut have everlasting life." John 3:16
” O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.” 
Psalms 34:8
“The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy. I came that they may have life 
and have it abundantly.” John 10:10

wrote 12-26-10


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Simple dreams

A field of grass
Beneath bare feet
The smell of rain 
In early spring
The wind that blows
Through waves of wheat
That's why I wish for simple dreams

The birds that sings at early dawn
The sun that melts the morning frost
Once shimmered by the winter moon
Now drops that dance on every roof
And wake the flowers from their sleep
That's why I wish for simple dreams

To count the stars that light the sky
To close my eyes and dream at night
Or lie beneath the rolling clouds
With intervals of shade and warmth
Nestled by a rippled creek
That's why I wish for simple dreams

Kevin D. Fix


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TWILIGHT WISHES

twilight dreaming,
twilight wishing.
moonlit sky filled with stars,
shines of a chance that lasts.
should it come true,
all the way through.
so far and bright,
it can not be out light.
daring to hope;
the desires of a sole soul,
never too lost,
never too late,
to awaken in a dream state.
closer to a destiny,
to look forward and see.
rise to the future,
even if we're not too sure.
granted by our longing;
always seeking to fulfill,
so worthy by determination.


Details | Quatrain | |

TEPID BREEZE, LULL ME TO SLEEP

Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep
on this grass softer than hay;
all the aches make my brittle bones weak,
they need rest, not asking my body to wander away... 


And if I fall asleep, I would like every star, spotting me.
to keep watch;  and should the owls, hiding amid the shadows
of the hickories, emit very scary and strange sounds
and fix their vicious eyes on me, angels will guard me...


No harm will come to me from those treacherous evil spirits,
and by just invoking His Holy Name, it will prevent any attack on me;
and my light can be seen from far, this light which strengthens me:
and while praying alone, I will hear the fluttering of cherubs' wings...


Tepid breeze, lull me to sleep,
and without the lovebirds' song, something must
replace that harmony when a sudden rush of fear:
slowly and uninvitingly seeps into my throbbing chest...


And would I let any noise spoil this peace,
to allow distrust lessen my courage and let hope cease?
I am endowed with  the faith of the martyrs that evil men are afraid of hearing;
come Satan, try to deceive me:  the Holy Spirit will abide with me 'till my awakening...


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Pages Place

Time has an unknown face
down at the pages place
a life in a life, like a weave on a loom

love has a nest embrace
home at the pages place
a beauty, as wild as the mild meadow plume

will it survive this race
the land of the pages base
caught on an ebb, like a web on a broom

heal or be gone to pass
a land that was made to last
beauty to live, like the wild meadow grass

all is a sacred space
all in a pages race
real as the engine of steam and it’s tune

catherine of pages place
how could i forget your face
you were the one that held me
i was the fool that let you go.


(c) s.watts



Details | Sestina | |

AN ENRICHING EVENT

I ask for nothing,
just relying on Providence;
surprisingly I will experience
an enriching event
that fate has sent...
does anybody wonder why I sing?



I age, and furthermore I feel younger;
wrinkles appear to attest their reminder
that my troubles are of another sort,
and despite more unpleasant occurrences confirming my tort:
these upheavals are raging storms that will soon pass,
and this phase is the ultimate test!



Destiny, unfold this enriching event,
and usher in an age of contentment;
the vitality of these years don't reflect fragility:
resolute and strong, hopeful and diligent...
I can face any hurdle and defy tragedy,
and the hardest challenge is finding trust!  
 


An enriching event was predicted in my natal chart  
and astrologers are putting much effort in their research,
to assure me that a better tomorrow is coming;
and should I place my total trust in them,
and catch a rare glimpse and be content...
but Who has given me a last chance at living?



I could never be guided by the unpredictable stars,
what I am amazed about them:  is their mysterious glimmer,
but fortune and wealth is the damnation of the sinner,
of that one cursing God for all the plagues and sorrows
inflicted upon them...to punish them for all that was taken without honor
and appreciation;  and wouldn't they envy the one opening the golden door?



My harvest is finally ripe, and spacious fields offer their abundant fruits,
every bird has a more sonorous song to make me feel vibrantly alive:
o larks and nightingales, let your joyful ode reach the Heavens above!
My blessings have been too numerous to be counted and this joy exalts 
Him with a gratefulness that is equal to every breath I inhale and exhale;
when peace blends with silence:  a realistic Heaven is an enriching event!


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Desert Moon

Created, desolated, resurrected and even in reverse, 

You are a transformation under a Sun drenched day. 

Beckoned or heralded you climb above a beaming ray, 

Bristles of your hair shall glow and many are perverse. 

  

Shuffled, hurdled, corner-stoned and even immerse, 

You are a salvation upon a Mountain leading a way. 

Stripped or naked you run below an endless cache, 

Light inside of you shall outpour so all will disperse. 

  

The collectors shall find, 

Lost on a course in time, 

Many stranded or behind, 

Many with no unjust crime! 

  

Jacked up, a ripped off, a maniac or just downright a true blue loon, 

Still remaining is a red flaming shield up under a sacred desert Moon. 

  



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'Twas The Day Before Christmas Eve

‘Twas the day before Christmas eve
We gathered at the church
All sat transfixed
Not even a lurch

The preacher was ‘hot’
And spoke of the stress
He wanted the people 
To hear and be blessed

“We have to remember 
What Christmas is about
The birth of our Savior”
Then someone did shout!

It’s not about the gifts
‘Though we should always be a giver
It’s about He who came
Bringing Life from ‘The River’

Now what is the reason
If just a ‘holiday’ is this
Without the birth of Jesus
Another meaning is a miss

So if you’ve given in
To the hustle and bustle
And can’t find rest
Because of the tussle

Just think on these things
That Jesus was born
Remembering why
We celebrate Christmas morn

He came to bring peace
Give us access to heaven
All should honor Jesus 
On this day given

So there’s hope for the world
To all who believe
In Him you’ll find rest
Just ask and receive


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I Once Knew A Man Who Did Things His Family Didn't Understand

I once Knew a man who thought
 "things would get better."
He had children and a wife.
  But soon left her.

He met someone who "captivated his eyes."
Having an appetite for her "beauty." and lies.

His wife loved God and the
 kids with all of her heart.
"How could this happen?"  
This question "ripped her apart."

As a family.  They went to church...
 and did their "Sunday best."
How could this "happy" family
 turn into such a mess?

Temptation can happen to anyone. 
 Rich or poor.
Be careful wha  you allow to
 enter your heart's door.

Regardless of whether you've been
 a "Christian" for "20 years..."
One shameful act can cause
 heartache and tears.

What God has given to you...
  Let no one take way.
No matter what others think...
 Or what they might say.

Stay true to God.  You'll be 
glad you did!
His love and joy will bless you
 each day that you live!

This saviour is HERE NOW!  
And will never leave you alone!
Allow HIM to bring peace and
 love to your troubled home!

By Jim Pemberton 
06/14/09


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I'm Just What Your Looking For

since the year of 1952 the city of st paul Minnesota holds
their annual treasure hunt the king and queen of snows
goes out to a city park and hides a medallion worth
10,000 dollars if you are the winner and your carnaville
button is register with the st paul pioneer press
which gives out 12 cryptic clues and this little medallion
could be wrapped in just about anything from diapers to cookies 
and the frigid weather here just may make you want to just
stay by the fireplace and sip on hot coco with family and friends
even lucky finder gets to ride along with the king and queen of snow
in the closing ceremony of it's torchlight parade
also watch out for the vulcans krewe for they like to dethrone the king
and leave you with a black smudges across your sweet cheeks





Tribute To The Winter Carnaville
BURRRRRRRRRRR LOL

Carnaville runs
Jan 21-31 

Also Entry For
Carolyn Devonshire's
Christmas In Your Town Contest


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Eat, Drink And Be Merry The Night Belshazzar Died

The Night Belshazzar Died…


The night when Belshazzar seen
God’s writing on the wall,
He did not know that soon
Babylon would FALL.

This king who thought he was so 
“awesome and great.”
Didn’t know that death soon
would be his fate.

“Eat, drink and be merry”
was the motto of the day.
But God had something
else to say!

The days of endulging themselves
in wickedness and sin,
Was soon to be destroyed
by their enemies within.

This life which for long
you have enjoyed,
Shall one day perish
and be destroyed.

Allow the “writing of God”
to reach your heart’s door.
It is for you that Jesus died for!

Don’t allow the enemy
to destroy your soul.
For Jesus loves you more
than you’ll ever know!


By Jim Pemberton
2008


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Even When I Lost Everything God Chose ME

It was me that my
savior chose...
He’s supplied all my needs—
my food and clothes. 
He was there when I was
laid off from work.
Satan was saying, 
“you’re no good—just a jerk.” 

I admit; “my accomplishments—
I do not boast.”
But I do exalt the Father,
the Son and Holy Ghost. 
If not for God’s love,
I’d be dead, this I know.
This is the reason why
I love him so! 

He’s done so much for me—
it’s hard to express.
The privilege of being God’s son—
I am so blessed! 
I was a clay jar all broken apart,
But the potter put me together
from his heart. 

The glue he used was his
love for me,
That’s why I’m happy
and set free! 
This I know and hope
you’ll understand,
He’ll do the same for you—
just reach out your hand! 


By Jim Pemberton
2005


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Fire Mother

Cold morning greets the weary eye clouds drape the horizon in gray
I turn around avoiding the sight I cannot stand with a dreary pale day
And then I feel it on the nape of my neck A hint of warmth kissing my skin
I turn around gazing out my window and see in the gray light the size of a pin
I try not to build on my hopes the thin ray of light might be gone in a tick
And then it happened the clouds parted way amazing ling quick

within a moment I was a washed in light blinding brilliant and glaring so bright
it was like the day had defeated the night leaving the world with breathtaking sight
The orb of energy colored the sky in outrages shadows and countless hues
the godly object painting its art from star to star the cosmos its muse

I moved with a pace to open the door I flung it open with a giddy delight
the clouds burned away by the waking of ra the life giving force of comfort and might
the rays that touched the flesh of my face washed in warmth a faint tingle
Colors above began to dissipate lose there sharpness leave then un mingle

now the sky retains the majestic color of the all welcoming blue
now nothing can stop the suns life and energy from making it through
the moments I spent outside my front door revitalized my heart filled my soul
I dare not stare into the great star the center so bright a positive hole

I stood there soaking up the nectar my skin absorbing the vital beams
Before this day I thought the world could only be this beautiful in our dreams
Iam not sure to this day how long I enjoyed it how long did I stay
I took the time to indulge in the feeling the blinding array

The golden orb that gives life a chance nourishes its children down below
refreshes my outlook changes the day shinning down for the rest to grow
to bathe in its glory heat on my skin sensations burn from my feet to my chin
summer is coming in its time the way it has always done the way its been

Shading my eyes from the fiery glare I take a last glance at the burning sphere
so filled up inside with light and warmth my lets out a rejoice full tear
Once again it will set in the sky but it doesn’t take long for it to appear
to give the life that we all so crave and to make our days a little more clear
a god to revere a star we hold dear every summer once every year it comes again
to greet us here banish the dark conquer our fear once again I will gaze and ill peer on the 
celestial being 
that owns the sky the liquid fire mother our sphere


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Hearty Ghasps

After the storm comes the calm,
where peoples' lives get back
to normal,
The emotions of anxiety and
fear, creates stress in their
mental spheres,

As soon as the weather breaks,
everyone seeks a reprieve,
just to take hearty ghasps
and breathe..........

Aaaaah!
The world is a beautiful,
serene place again.


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This Road I Travel


Are you looking for joy and satisfaction
 that you “haven’t got?”
The peace and joy which you seek…  
Simply can’t be bought…

Do you seek some kind of fulfillment
 in your daily activities?
Meanwhile, pushing the envelope,
” with your liberties?

There’s a road of “good intentions.” 
 It’s wide and easy to find.
But there’s a narrow road… Which I have in mind…

This narrow road, to many, may seem strange indeed…
It’s only on this road, where you’ll find
 an answer to your need

This road eventually leads to a life that’s everlasting.
This brings me to a question, which I’m asking…

Are you ready to take the road that
 leads to heaven’s gate?
Will this be your choice?  Before it’s too late?

Jesus stands at your heart’s door 
and he’s knocking..
The choice is yours…  Which road you’ll
 do your walking…

Please take the narrow road… 
 It can be difficult to travel…
You should do this...  Before this world begins to “unravel.”

Jesus.  The prince of Peace...  Rules the earth
 and heavens above…
Won’t you enter his haven of rest,
 and abundance of love?

He is here waiting for you.  So loving,
 patient and kind…
Only in him… Will you find satisfaction and 
joy every single time!

By Jim Pemberton   
01/16/11


Details | I do not know? | |

sliding door on a van

It's just descriptive
but you my take it a different way
I can smell the mix of us in that article of clothing
leaving the situation too abruptly
I'm not innocent of knowing
like a dream inside of a dream
life is so much better more
fascinating than fiction
your second chance I hope you realize and a risk on love you don't miss
here you are walking away
there I am in a burning building situation and looking for the exit
there I am driving down the street
when for a couple more conversations and moments with you
I should've stayed
it's just descriptive
but you may take it a different way


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Bee's

{bee's}

the dancing machines
please stay away from everyone's knees
you very nasty

{bee's}

Please please please
stay away from especially
my knees you very nasty 
and honorable theives

{bee's}

so please fly off to those daisies
for these these these are the only way I want it to

{ bee's }





Little Song Jenny And I came Up When She Was 4 LOL 
Thanks All For Stopping

Also Entry For Matt Caliri's Contest
Funnest-hardest Poem Ever


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Fallen Leaves

Leaves of a tree,
Many colors I see,
But mostly green.
Plenty I have seen!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the evergreen!
Some crumpled and brown,
Dried and dead on the ground!
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a spirit down,
Fallen away from its identity!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I can see,
But mostly brown.
Plenty on the ground!
Reminds me of me,
Fallen from the golden crown!
Some still healthy and green,
Shiny and whole from what I have seen.
Fallen leaves of a tree falling loosely and falling free!
Reminds me of a vision foreseen,
Fallen from Grace in society!
Leaves of a tree,
Many I see.
But mostly brown!
Many I have found.
Reminds me of me!
Fallen away from a life of dignity!


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Hurricane Wilma

As we watched her from across the sea,
an eerie feeling came over me.

Her sisters we had met before,
so happy were we when they left our shore.

Slow and seductive she stayed on her course.
Taunting and teasing having no remorse.

For days she haunted us, we had not a clue.
None of us knew what she might do.

Nervous we watched her and prayed for the best.
Hoping she was not like the rest.

Katrina and Rita her sisters were named,
her we named Wilma in hopes she was tame.

Then as she eased upon our shores,
we boarded the windows and bolted the doors.

The rain it did pour, the wind it did wail,
some houses were flooded by this tropical gale.

Soon it was over, we all looked outside.
The power was gone, many trees lay aside.

But happy we were that she had not seemed,
as mad and mean as her sisters had been.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Away In The Manger

out in the pasture sits a church
homemade by brothers hands and filled with dirt

given to Mother so it stops her hurt
decorated each Christmas for what's its worth

as Mother lays down the cotton skirt
out comes the angels the manger and baby Jesus without a shirt

next comes her towering soldiers buried into the dirt
holding their swords that really can hurt

strewn lights gazes upon the pasture's dirt
frozen in time like a star that shivers and quirks

Mama's eyes glistens like fireworks bursts
for all her effort and time even when she hurts

as mother kneels in front of her church
she praises baby Jesus for all he's worth

comes in from the cold and winters bursts
gathers the children as they all look at her work

and tells us the story of a Christmas birth
as we sip on hot chocolate and felt the hurt

of how Jesus died for our sins on this earth
as we wiped our tears with our night shirts

I was glad to run out and relight the candles burst
and give baby Jesus one more kiss and fix his grass skirt




Tribute To Nativity Scenes


Merry Xmas All      
Love Kathy And Jenny


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The Deadball Era

when it comes to baseball
there was one team that we shall
remember from it's past

it's the nineteen twenty seven 
        N.Y Yankees

amidst this legendary collection 
you shall find the hotest team 
that ever played baseball

starting with their owner Jacob Ruppert
followed by his general manager Ed Burrow

not to mention the players

starting At first base was Lou Gehrig
rounding second was Tony Lazzeri playing
shortstop was Mark Koenig and
heading for third was Joe Dugan and
at home plate was their catcher Pat Collins

And in the Yankee outfield were right fielder
Babe Ruth center fielder Earl Combs and 
left fielder was Bob Meusel

Now let me introduce you to some of their starting pitchers
we have Wait Hoyt or you may like to see in
Herb Pennock or even maybe George Pipgras
and if thats not good enought then they had
Dutch Ruether and Urban Schocker and don't forget
about the releif pitchers Myles Thomas and Bob Shawkey
along with Joe Giard and Walter Beall while
closing their games with Wiley Moore

As one Washington Senator named Joe Judge said 
when they got tromped 21-1 in their game 
was these fellows not only beat you 
but they tear your heart out

So From the chilling mocking Murder's Row
of the dead ball era comes to you a great
team of players that is now safe at home



In Memory Of The 1927 Yankee's 
May You All Be 
Angels In The Outfield


Also Entry To Matt Caliri's 
On Baseball Contest


Details | I do not know? | |

Cold And White

Winter's the season cold and white
Those who hate it favor flight
Warmer, sunnier places in mind
But sometime monies are hard to find.

Others who love the frost and snow
Have many activities on the go
A day of sports, and evening of pleasure
Uniting to form a memory treasure.

So here's to winter and all its faults
Fresh fallen snow, skiers exult
Cold and stormy a typical day
Moonlit' rides with the horse and sleigh.

And to all of us who have what it takes,
Say "farewell" to those who need breaks
A winter of warm, a winter of cold
All balances out or so we are told.


Details | Narrative | |

SEPTEMBER RAIN

All around our slippery ground
Rain dropping pellets
a quiet kind of sound
Darkened sky continues her cry
August is trying hard not to say goodbye
The passing of a season
Drenched as we forget
Hot summer to lay back
Even as we still become wet
There has been fair kind of weather
Downpours that make shiver
a lost flight of feather

Are we getting too old to remember the sun?
Deluge,God's Tears
made sure it was done
Quivering commuters,waiting on the platform
Waiting to be safe at home from her Storm
Laughing children of the elementary size
Dancing to celebrate in the dampness of the skies
Communion in Fall
Status not clear
As we continue to hope
that a Rainbow is near
Drawing to a light breeze
The sky begins to dissipate
Clouds are rolling on
A full moon above
September's rain is a memory in Song


Details | Haiku | |

May I Have This Dance

amidst blades grasses
                                                 lily of the valley bows -
                                                  to winds king jester


Details | Free verse | |

a summer day

unhurried thoughts

sweet with honeysuckle.

water melon eaten down to the rine.

music from a neighbors radio

on a blanket under the trees.

bare feet and sunburned shoulders.

warm lemonade from a pitcher

cracking the ice cubes in a glass.

watching the clouds make curtains

on the windows of heaven.

a summer day.


Details | Monorhyme | |

The Thanksgiving Table

Dear Heavenly Father as we bow our heads today 
We join in prayer for the blessings that you have sent our way 
Giving thanks for all the joy you brought to us not only in time of play 
Reaching out and also helping others when their lives are in such dismay 
Gathering together at the family table for a feast of array Thanking you Lord in so 
many different ways We thank you for the air that we breath and need each day 
Also for giving us our children as we watch them grow into mature adults before 
they stray From the homes where we gather thoughts and say prayers to keep 
our children from harms ways We thank you Lord for the sun and the engery that 
it protrays And for the eagles and birds that soar in our skies of blue and grey 
Also for the green grass and farmers fields made of golden hay As they harvest 
our foods that is brought to our tables in so many different ways But most of all 
Lord we give thanks to you for making the family come together today And joining 
in the prayers and thanking you for the beautiful arrays From a family that has 
been torn apart but still has time to gather and pray As we give thanks for our 
daily blessings in our own speical way While gathered together at the family 
table on this Thanksgiving Day

                                                    {Amen}


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A Native Winter

Nature's matriarch has dealt a harsh blow
the natives struggle to survive
their daily lives disrupted
returned overnight to the past
living as their ancestors did
the warm fog of their breath
quickly dissipates in the frigid air
doing battle against the cold
some are defeated, overcome by the mist
they go peacefully in the night
each morning the icy land emerges slowly
cold, darkened hearths await the light
one that takes many  days to arrive
the only heat comes from 
the waxy flames that warm their numbed fingertips
daily they wait
eeking out an existence
waiting for their world to reawaken
from it's winter slumber.


dedicated to those individuals who lost their lives in the ice laden storm that 
ripped through the country January 2007


Details | Bio | |

AT DAWN

The morning bright with rossy light
Set me loose from the balmy power of sleep
As the faint lights of morning breaks
I gaze at the heavens propitious rays

I see the light blue sky
That house the bright beaming sun
Though sultry it is
Sweet is the shadow from the heat
As it adorns the jungle greenery

I hear the  birds warbling notes of joy
While their  sweet vibrant musicals
Challenge the best ever orchestras
How i wish the day tarries,nay-
The night fights back to seal our eyes
To guide us into a new dawn


Details | Haiku | |

I'm Just Glowing

                                            apricot roses
                                glowing in near dusk lighting
                                           with dark foliage


Details | Haiku | |

Time To Stretch

above canyon ridge
small tree exposing it's roots
branches outstretching


Details | Rhyme | |

When Everything Is Lost There's Jesus

There shall be a day which is coming near.
Much of what people have shall dissappear.

The things in life which 
many have enjoyed.
Are being lost as many are 
bankrupt and unemployed.

The future of many doesn't look good at all.
As the economy all around us begins to fall.

The stocks and bonds brought to 
many a "false security."
Have fallen as a result of corporate
 greed and impurity.

But wait!  There's an answer to all 
of this "chaos and confusion."
Your lifeline is a Holy Spirit' transfusion.

Only by the blood of Christ can 
you have "peace of mind."
Someone who'll be there for you
 "in a most difficult time."

Your every need and burden can 
be brought to the cross.
When everything around you 
seems "hopeless  and lost."

Jesus is the answer.  Look to him... 
Who is solid and true!
Through the trials of life... 
He will be there for you!

He is more secure than a bank 
and will never let you down!
He's a solid foundation and will
 put you on solid ground!

He's the best unsurance.. the best 
401k you'll ever know.
It's only in him that you can be made 
complete and whole!

His love is complete... steadfast and sure.
His divine plane for you is 100% secure!

By Jim Pemberton  
2006






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Regenerated hope

Regenerated hope, 
as new birth of nature 
begins to spring forth 
with warmth.


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Have You Taken The Time To Thank God

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how much you love him?
He is awesome and there is no greater 
power that’s “above him”

Have you taken the time to tell 
God how thankful you are?
The one who formed the earth,
the heavens and the stars…

Have you taken the time to  thank him for his grace?
His beauty and glory are seen all over the place…

Have you taken the time to meditate 
on his words given?
The Bible needs to be the direction 
for the way you’re livin’!

Have you taken the time to think
 about all that he’s done?
You’re here today because of the sacrifice of his son!

Have you taken the time to think
 of his beautiful creation?
He rules above all kings, presidents, or any nation…

Have you thought about the planets 
in the heavens above?
All that we can see is a reflection 
of his power and great love!

Have you thought about the relationship
 this God wants with you?
He’s waiting to come into your life.  
What will you do?

Think for just a moment of heaven’s 
special invitation…
Won’t you accept the Lord and his free gift of salvation.?

Think about God’s gift of life that is
offered to you and me…
Christ can change you and give you life abundantly!

By Jim Pemberton   04/18/11


Details | Free verse | |

Perfect Day

 
How lovely this day is to
Be

With the sunshine at play

Inside my heart and all
Around today

Feelin’ so good through
And through

The sunshine beaming
Over and around my
Shoulders

Yearning

Wanting to explore

Tiny wings takes flight

Over hills and mountains
Tops

They soar higher and higher

Over the valley deep

Calling for a change

Bursting shootin spouts
Of love

Raining down on me

Butterflies at play

Sipping nectar from
A cup

Dashing in and out of
Meadows flow

At play the butterflies
And the wind 


Details | I do not know? | |

WEAVES

Weaves with such ease 
Eternal seas and suns into One
Avenues of harmless fun
Venture in, the surfs up some.
Equal marks of day and night 
Shorter ways to the longest light
Seems to save time…
Eave emits a Vernal rhyme
Venture into my mind.
Autumn signals the same
Eternally we see without shame
We ARE the intended perfection

Of God’s most loving devotion
We are Creation.

Winter Solstice
Equinox
Autumnal
Vernal
Equinox
Summer Solstice


Details | Light Poetry | |

Hearty Ghasps

After the storm comes the calm,
where peoples' lives get back
to normal,
The emotions of anxiety and
fear, creates stress in their
mental spheres,

As soon as the weather breaks,
everyone seeks a reprieve,
just to take hearty ghasps
and breathe..........

Aaaaah!
The world is a beautiful,
serene place again.


Details | Free verse | |

indian summer

warm and hazy days of gold
the jewel in summer's crown
unrivaled in the splendor
of her burnished gown

brushed with frost and falling leaves
her  glory much too brief
the black and white of wintertime
comes as natures thief

only her memory remains
faint in the frosty air
how I long to feel again
those days so warm and fair
indian summer


Details | I do not know? | |

Halloween

Goblins and scarecrows
Hobos and whores
Dress up as a playboy
Become the singer who tours
Make up fun riddles
you can recite at the door
Recieve money and candy
from both the rich and the poor
Carve jack-o-lanterns
Make pumpkin pie
Howl like a werewolf
at the night sky
This holiday comes but, once a year
allowing you some time to just escape
It empowers your imagination
"Halloween" I think it's great!"


Details | Haiku | |

Cough It Up

deep in the valley
cumulus congestus skies
coughing up a storm



Also Entry For 
Raul Moreno's 
Inspiration In Haiku Contest


Details | Couplet | |

Weed And Feed

On my day's journey
Think going to a basketball tourney

Stopped by sisters house
It was as quiet as a mouse

Out in her garden she sits
Hoe claw and gloves of misfits

Peddle pushers to kaboot
Gotta love her for she's a hoot

She kept digging at those weeds
And filling the holes with new seeds

I asked if she was tired of this
She replyed no as she turned and twist

See hoeing your garden
Is like a life's pardon

You might say it's like losing weight
Shedding unwanted pounds you hate

The hurries and worries
Even if their some kind of snow flurries

As we laughed and cried
I felt more pride

For my sister did it to me once again
Helped me weed out my own garden from within










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Season of Love

Season of Love
        by Amy Swanson (c) November, 2008


Holidays are here, and with them
    comes the time of celebration…
times of love and laughter,
    times of joy and exultation.

Moms and grandmas busy
    planning out the special dinner,
while dads and grandpas talk about
    who’ll be the playoffs winner.

Kids are full of laughter,
    cousins run and play together,
while aunts and uncles gather
    to discuss the news and weather.

Times are hard - but love is here,
    and this is the real treasure…
It’s not about what we can buy -
    it’s that we’re all together.


It’s more than gifts or parties,
    and more than buying toys…
it’s not about the money spent.
    It’s all about the joys,

of being loved by those most dear
    to us, and loving them;
of reaching out to those in need,
    to be a helping friend.

It’s not about what food we eat,
    nor the clothes we wear;

the real celebration
       is love’s free gift,
            our hearts forever
                 in it’s warm care.


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Rough Sailing

Tributaries meet
Splash, flash, gush, and rush converge
Whitewater rapids


Details | Couplet | |

Daisy Mae

My name is daisy
And I like to bask in sun and be just a little lazy

Yellow is my domain
Don't it want to drive you just a little insane

I am a world traveler
Dressed in many coated furs

I love to lounge by valleys and creeks
Even mountain tops at their highest peaks

Don't mind my matted hair
May be parted but its still has golden flare

Been stepped on one to many times
But I bounce back every time

Members of family had heads chopped off
By farmers who want to lower their crops

I love to play splish splash with the rain
Makes my fragrance drive one insane


I can even tell  if you like butter
By holding me under chin like there's no other


So stop by and just pluck me up
For I just want to be somebody's butter cup


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The Beatitudes Matthew Chapter 5

Blessed are the poor in spirit.  
Theirs is God’s kingdom.
Many blessings from God… 
They shall receive them!

Blessed are they who mourn. 
 They shall be comforted.
In the loving arms of Jesus, 
they shall be well rested!

Blessed are the meek. 
 They shall inherit the earth.
And shall receive from Jesus. 
 A “brand new birth!”

Blessed are they who hunger for
 righteousness.  They shall be filled.
A desire to know more of God…
 has been instilled!

Blessed are the merciful.  God’s mercy
 they shall obtain.
As they’re an expression of Jesus’
 wonderful name!

Blessed are they with a pure heart.  They shall see God!
Though many in this world, may think they’re “odd.”

Blessed are those who are persecuted
 for God’s kingdom.
They share their testimony for Christ,
 to those who receive them!

Blessed are you when others persecute you
 and accuse you falsely.
Rejoice in the power of God! 
 He loves you most assuredly!

Rejoice that heaven shall one day
 be your reward!
So YOU can rule and reign
 with Jesus our lord!

Blessed are we who serve Christ…
 The anointed one!
Blessed are God the father. 
 The Holy Spirit.   And the Son!

By Jim Pemberton   10/31/10 
 Read Matthew 5:3-12


Details | Rhyme | |

Flocks of Angels

Whitecaps roll across the lake
born of winter's deadly wake,
huddled snow geese land amass,
praying for the night to pass.

As morning breaks they all take flight
en masse, they are a stunning sight.
Pray for them, that they may find
security in warmer climes.

Let them dodge the hunter's bow,
shotgun shells explode below,
they who love and mate for life,
keep them from the butcher's knife.

Like flocks of angels, pure and chaste,
snow white feathers of God's grace,
messengers of peace and love,
a gift of beauty from above.

By the window, safe and warm,
protected from the winter storm,
I thank God for this angelic sight,
given on this Christmas night.



Details | Light Poetry | |

Got Turkey

Turkey
    Let's See

        Gobble
            Wobble

               Get Stuffed
                    That's Rough

                           Gizzards
                               The Squirts

                                     Wishbone
                                         Hell Zone
                                                Pure Heart
                                                      Boiled Tart

                                                          Legs   Breast
                                                                Just   Test
                                                                                                                       
                                                                    Thighs Wing
                                                                          Just Sing
                                                                                     
                                                                                   Choke Neck
                                                                                          Yes Heck
                                                                                                                           
                                                                                                 Got Tom
                                                                                                      He's Bomb





Tribute To
Thankgiving
 And To
BUTTERBALL TURKEYS LOL


Also Entry For
Donna Golden's
Turkey Tribute
GL All


Details | Narrative | |

The Sun on the Horizon

Honeydew on the grass sparkles with life as the Sun comes up shining.
Way up yonder the Horizon’s preparing for its glorious arising.
Purple, blue and gray radiantly come together and all stand out alone,
Way up under this great big earthly dome.
Bird’s shadows fly at distances, yet each distinct by their flocks belted,
And each disappears away in colorful misty skies where all of them roam!
Beauty in foresight is clearly seen on this perfect unthought-of day, 
Even to my own likings of a surprising.
Too compelling just knowing that all days are counted by,
Each exact group already individualized by being numbered!
Foliage secretes from its many branches of trees per several hundreds.
All with there own story to make known to the unknown.
Consistently re-budding as season’s change to each one that is now arising.
All seeming to prepare for that God-awful battle called Armageddon.
Years pass on and still the Sun comes onto the horizon.
Life’s at a standstill, yet, steadily ticking with the hands of time to carry on.
Nothing can be done to stop the cycle of our Earth’s creation.
For every beginning there is and ending as it is to see 
Dawning is “The Sun on the Horizon”!
Be thankful that you have this very day,
For the Sun is rising upon the horizon,
What a wonderful liaison!



®Registered: Ann Rich  2001


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Habitation

Precious the creation of each blade of grass
with wanton destruction how long can they last
like showers carried on the cycles of wind
knowledge is traded for gold in the end
 
every molecule that exists is part of the whole
without his consciousness mans without soul
the threads of life display unequaled beauty
to protect and preserve is more than a duty
 
Guardians entrusted with care of the earth
a failure of many to see what thats worth
the voice of our actions how we are living
that is the testimony whose service we're giving
 
Twas Love that gave our fathers birth
that wove the filaments of our earth
who laid the circuits of our skies
with knowledge made his children wise
 
With careful thought designed where we would live
the precious abode that to your children give
nearly infinite the habitations given to explore
a desire within for learning so very much more
 
Flowers so deep in the desert blooms
small decorations in so numerous rooms
opulently have you adorned our planet
many are those who think you have not planned it
 
With fire and ice welded the universe
the circuits of cosmos which around us skirts
mankind has named them like their gods
false stories that each millenia frauds
 
each pattern contains the steps of a dance
to intricate to have arrived merely by chance
attempt we to trace the flash of beginning
seems no amount of knowledge can prevent it from ending
 
offered you have days of pleasure endless
infinite life and resurrection of those we miss
the very creation and its distribution of wealth
bountiful resources and with perfect health
 
how could I not before your promise kneel
when you have offered our beings to heal
where imperfection is turned into grace
and all of our offenses you will efface
 
before your people I will you extol
the first and the last who gives us control
I rest my soul in the course you have set
because my happiness you will never forget 
 
sources psalm , prophets and the gospels

COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller


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Summertime

As the Sun rises on a brand new day one season ends and another is near.
Gone is the rain from Spring and the warmth of Summer is here.

Summer begins as the children finish the year in school,
and everyone heads for the beach to play in the sand and stay cool.

Summer brings us warm starry nights, corn on the cob and June brides,
watermelon, cherries, fireworks,and icecream sundaes besides.

Boating, fishing, eating lobster, and catching a wave.
Getting a tan, watching a parade, cooking on the grill, thats how summers are 
made.

And just as it came Summer fades and gets ready for Fall,
but as I think back and remember the good times and say
" God I had a ball "


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Old Man Winter {Choka}

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
water runs amidst

towering white pines
standing in complete solace
above canyon ridge

melting ice pellets
pumps from bleeding hearts vineyard 
sowing escalates





So Glad Winter Is Over   LOL


New Entry  For Raul Moreno's
Sounds Of Nature Contest

GL All


Details | Haiku | |

What's The Cost

                                            pair of swans conjoin
                                      ducklings trail closely behind
                                               family priceless


Details | Rhyme | |

Do You Have Wandering Eyes

Have you been captured by 
the wandering of your eyes? 
Things you once held as true and 
wholesome-- you now despise. 

Have you been “captured” 
by an outward beauty? 
Thereby neglecting your 
God-given duty? 

Has your soul been consumed with 
sin's all-consuming fire? 
With an uncontrollable appetitie 
and an ungodly desire. 

In your heart, is the Holy Spirit 
an uninvited guest? 
No wonder your life is in 
such a huge mess! 

Your head is filled with fantasies 
and temptations of every kind. 
You pretend on the outside. But you've 
lost control of your mind. 

For your failures—you have 
only yourself to blame. 
Now's the time to repent— 
and call on Jesus' name! 

Though your sins be red as scarlet-- 
they can be washed as white as snow. 
Only Jesus can be true peace and 
satisfaction to your troubled soul. 

By Jim Pemberton 
(c) 2008 




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With This Years' Passing

Be it health, finance, or be it age
We all are forced to look upon
Whatever before us now doth lay.

With a new year apporaching
It's birth just hours away
I wonder how many will find
Themselves alone or wrapped 
In the arms of a loving companion
Both ready and eager to meet 
Whatever is coming their way. 

When the hour strikes midnight
And the New Year opens wide
If you are not with me, nor I with you
You can rest assured you will be in my thoughts
And I hope my memory will be there with you.

We all have our battles and our bridges too burn
But New Years' Eve should be special
For a new beginning is about to be born.

We won't live forever nature will see to that
We only have now the presence
And it should be filled with laughter and love.
Builded around a willing sprit
One able to share
One willing to care. 
  
For there is really not many moments to waste
Life waits for noone as the hands of time move onward
Their life spans become shorter
Or so it does seem
As this New Years' strikes up the band
May it play a loud note
So our hearts can sing.


Details | Rhyme | |

How Beautiful Is Our God

How beautiful is our God... 
And I shall praise him greatly!
His presence has blessed me 
and filled my life completely,

In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... 
in the beauty of his holiness.
He's more than worthy of praise,
 in his glory and righteousness.

The joy of the earth...  
and beautiful is the situation...
To all of mankind... He's extended 
mercy and salvation.

He is known in high places as a
 God of refuge and shelter.
I will shout of his praise...
 there's no reason to whisper.
 
He is our God, and forever 
and ever, he shall reign.
He's is worthy of all praise... 
that is due to his name!

He shall lead and guide me
 from birth until death.
And his praise shall continually 
be on my breath.

Thanks be to God for 
everything he has done!
And  thanks to him 
for sending Jesus... HIS son!

He gives everlasting water 
that never shall run dry.
It is no secret how much
 he loves you and I!

By Jim Pemberton
Read Psalm 48: 1-4



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This Fourth Of July

This 4th Of July

To my fellow Americans, 
during this 4th of July.
I have a question. Here's why;

When we salute our flag
 ever so grand.
Our country's foundation
 is sinking in "quicksand."

This is because.  From God...  
We're way "off course."
Driven by lust, greed
 and an "immorality force  ."

Our ungodly government
 continues to rule.
Anything of God has been 
removed from the school.

We hear of  "separation of 
church and state."
Anything of God...  
Many people do hate!

America!  Listen to what 
this message is about.
Everything of God is 
slowly being taken out!

We must return to Jesus...  
Our freedom indeed.
This is the right direction our 
country must lead.

Godly living is worth the cost.
For without God... 
 America is forever 
doomed and lost!

By Jim Pemberton
2007


Details | Cowboy | |

A Cattleman's New Year

There was just the wind 
in the tall swaying grass, a whisper
and no other sound.
The cattle were fed and 
we were on the way home
when we saw a newborn calf on the ground.

The calf flicked an ear, but stayed 
in his spot where his 
mother told him to stay
when we had called 
with the honk of horn
to come as we threw out the hay.

Now we watched, while the day 
had come to its close the sunlight
lengthened and died
the air was filled with a cows low
moan and she ran as her newborn replied.

We sat holding hands as the 
evening crept in and the stars
stood out in the sky
sharing that moment, a breathe in time
and a bovine lullabye.

Our New Year unfolded on the prairie
that night with a little black calf
on the ground, the whisper wind
in the tall swaying grass, a whisper 
and no other sound.


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Gone Spring-Summer Time (in dedication my mother Dora)

First, blush,
Of Spring-Summer Time
Flourishing meadows,
Sun glimmers, on morning dew
Clouds part to let the sunshine thru

Blossoms observe the sun
Move thru sky
Spring conveys fresh little puddles
Rendering it all clear

Birds drone
Their glories of the day
Gracefully, mighty oaks trees wave
Blue Jays perched, on a rose bush

A panoply of Pansies appear
Like window-boxes incessant as sunshine
Which blossom at her feet

As morning fades
In stoic silence
Butterflies, delicately, flutter,
Amid the flowers

Plummeting,
On wet verdant grass, she tumbles
The fragrant air smells as clean
As newly cut grass

Beyond the majestic forest
Bouquet of roses, jasmine encase her
Sun glimmers,
Whilst, the temperature is still low
Flowers wave a genial hello

Meandering as a cloud
Her heart with pleasure fills
Like a river, that flows to sea
Adjacent a lake, less the trees

Childhood memories precede her
Taste, sound, smells, remembered
Continuous, as the sunshine, in meadow
Memories, of a gone Spring-Summer Time



Details | Rhyme | |

God Gives A Moment Of Opportunity

A Moment of Great Opportunity…


Living for Jesus—
What more could be said?
A moment of great opportunity
lies ahead.

An opportunity to live according
to God’s divine plan.
Even though I don’t
always understand.

A moment with Jesus
is time well spent.
May I give him my all...
100 percent!

In him, I’m complete, having
been made whole.
An opportunity now—
to reach the lost soul!

Jesus working through me 
is where it begins.
Satan is defeated—
Jesus always wins!

This moment of opportunity 
is mine to live.
May a servant’s heart
I continually give.

I’m thankful for the opportunity
of being born again.
A new life in Jesus is
where it all begins!

In the days ahead—
there’s a joy that waits.
An opportunity to one day—
enter heaven’s gates!

By Jim Pemberton
C. 2008


Details | I do not know? | |

Christ Came For You

He was born this day over two thousand years ago,
A Savior for the world to know.
The angels rejoiced, and shepherds went to see
This baby born to set captives free.
In your life have you done the same,
Sought the gift that on Christmas came?
Have you allowed Jesus to save you from sin?
Have you invited this dear Savior in?
If you haven't, this is what I pray,
Accept the real gift of Christmas today.
It's available to you if you ask and believe
And Christ as your Savior you do receive.
If you know Christ as your Savior now,
Share what He's done in your life somehow,
And give thanks to Him on the day of His birth
For what His coming into your life is worth.
May you know the spirit of Christmas all year through,
And celebrate daily that Christ came for you.


Details | Haiku | |

Let's Get Stoned

etched between two pines
snowcapped mountain majesty
towering stone hedge


Details | I do not know? | |

The Butterfly Tree

She frolics on an autumn day
running wild through a blood red glen
the leaves on her train leap up and dance
swirling around her as she sings
softly
to a bird in her hand:
she sings of the butterfly tree.

The bird leaps up
he spreads his wings—
he sours through the fall foliage,
up , up,
to the blue sky beyond
where he warbles upon breeze
lovingly
to the crimson sun:
he warbles of the butterfly tree.

The sun turns away 
to shine among the dark
he courts the quiet shade
chasing away the silver moon
who hides beneath a laughing brook
he flirts among the dappled light
as the world begins to whisper
loudly
to the silver shadow ‘neath the brook:
it whispers of the butterfly tree


Details | Free verse | |

Power of Choice

Who’s this kind fellow I’m beholding @ Facebook
Wearing a very nice apparel well-fitting for a Val Day’s
Service?
Am I a genuine brother to this good-looking lady
And hence where’d we quickly get to, to unite, 
Exchange some few words, and say a dedicatory prayer?

If we’d planned to get to a brothel house some inmates 
There’d come fast to us,

Why not forget all your norms, all raging storms
Get set your tents with some little cents, take these condoms
And wildly explore through whoredom?

Surf with gently your web browser, launch deep, find ex-friends 
Without measure, Oh the pleasure, the thrill, just enjoy the 
Power!

If we’d decided to get to the mosque, lo a most happy welcome
There’d await us; we’d get some water, wash our hands, our ear-lobes,
Our legs
We’d get in there with our earnest songs and prayers,
But remaining in separate quarters there’d be our sole choice
And too difficult a solemn task.

If we’d agreed to get to church ushers there’d smile with us
We’d hear the din of Jesus’ disciples who told the violent 
Blind man to live in silence, they might see us in a panorama 
Our blessings would seek to grab from us like clear manna, 
Distract our attention, retract our petition
While to God we express our real penitence;

And here do we stand to affirm our hearts desire
We wouldn’t relent in efforts our gifts to present, 
We’d call upon Christ, and surely get out from the mire.
We wouldn’t stay here long to stain the excellent aroma, 
On our gold, our frankincense, our myrrh.

As joy and gladness are partners together
May our friendship last forever; these two virtues may
We never miss: Hold my hands my dear, grant me a hug
My beloved, but I need on my cheeks first a holy kiss.


Details | Rhyme | |

Satan Goes As A Roaring Lion

Satan goes about as a “roaring lion.” 
 “Seeking whom he may devour.”
Be careful!  He could “ensnare” you this very hour!

He knows our weaknesses.  
Our “vulnerable points” within…
This is where so many of our 
trials and heartaches begin!

He is sure up to the challenge.  He’s up to the task!
“How could this happen to me” 
 You may wonder and ask…

He tempts you at your weakest point,
 and then tries to pull you down…
He attempts to smash your life…  
Right into the ground!

He tries to create havoc, confusion, and much despair…
Trying to get you all alone…  
And catching you “unaware…”

The only one who can overcome 
Satan and his evil force…
Is the power of Jesus Christ.  
He must daily be your source!

He alone can bring the victory! 
 Satan is already defeated!
Christ can make you whole again!  
With him, you’re COMPLETED!

His power, love, and wondrous grace
 is more than sufficient!
He’ll take away your every sin!  
His blood is efficient!

Allow Christ to bring the victory and make you whole today!
He will stop anything that Satan may “throw your way!"

This “lion” will shut his mouth at the 
mention of Jesus’ name!
With HIM on board.  Things will never be the same!

By Jim Pemberton  04/12/11


Details | Haiku | |

Just Bobbing Along

                                                   beneath lilacs bloom
                                             three swans cascading lake
                                                  bobbing for minnows


Details | Rhyme | |

How Beautiful Is Our God

How beautiful is our God... 
And I shall praise him greatly!
His presence has blessed me 
and filled my life completely,

In Mt. Zion, he's to be praised... 
in the beauty of his holiness.
He's more than worthy of praise,
 in his glory and righteousness.

The joy of the earth...  
and beautiful is the situation...
To all of mankind... He's extended 
mercy and salvation.

He is known in high places as a
 God of refuge and shelter.
I will shout of his praise...
 there's no reason to whisper.
 
He is our God, and forever 
and ever, he shall reign.
He's is worthy of all praise... 
that is due to his name!

He shall lead and guide me
 from birth until death.
And his praise shall continually 
be on my breath.

Thanks be to God for 
everything he has done!
And  thanks to him 
for sending Jesus... HIS son!

He gives everlasting water 
that never shall run dry.
It is no secret how much
 he loves you and I!

By Jim Pemberton
Read Psalm 48: 1-4



Details | Rhyme | |

The Spirit of Christmas

Why do some want Christmas to be everyday?
Do they not see the beauty of that one perfect day?
Do they not realize how life would become
If everyday was just another bright Christmas morn?

Or perhaps these people are wiser than most.
Do they see something the rest of us don’t?
Could there be some secret hidden within
The good-will towards others and peace among men?

I’m certain many of you would have to agree
That there’s something to Christmas besides just the tree
The stockings, the manger, the candy, the wine,
The smiles, the presents are all very fine . . .

But just what is Christmas aside from these things?
Aside from the holiday December brings
Christmas proves there is goodness in all
So why after Christmas does the magic not call?

Perhaps what makes each Christmas have reason
Has nothing to do with the Holiday season
Maybe the source of each Christmas past
Is the people behind it; why can’t their cheer last?

The week after Christmas, the smiles will fade
The turkey, the egg-nog, the Christmas parade
The holidays are over and work will resume
Bringing in people dripping with gloom.

But I challange you to keep Christmas living
All year around don’t cease in your giving
Good tidings and blessing will come unto you
If you keep the spirit, maybe others will too.   

A new world could surface out of this cheer
As more people dry their last little tear 
We cannot make everyday perfect
But if we try our efforts will be worth it.

This year the spirit doesn’t have to die
On the wings of good people, it can forever fly
With millions of people stuck in full drive
The Christmas spirit truly needs to survive.


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Chesapeake Bay

                                                 Blazing trails of fire
                                    Ignites these purest of desires
                                                Land Air and Sea
                                     Nestled amidst the foliage's trees
                                        Alone I drift in this merciful raft
                         Sun's candles beating on my shoulders and back
                                       For a moment I stand still in time
                                Capturing this essence of such sweet devine
                                               Come sail with me so far away
                                   On the tips of Maryland's Chesapeake Bay
                                    




Never Been There
But Heard It Was Beautiful


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Yellow Butterflies

In the corner of my eye,
Ah, ‘tis just a yellow butterfly!
A swarm of bees on its tail,
And whipping in the wind with a trail!
Gallantly afloat and drifting in the air,
A cardinal bird it did meet and then a bear.
Flying through the leaves of a tree,
And circling across the roaring sea!
The yellow butterfly zips on by,
Flying low and then flying high!
Through the winds it did sail,
Gallantly afloat a great big whale!
A swarm of yellow butterflies came to share,
The journey of flying from here to there!
Yellow butterflies were everywhere for my eyes to see,
And I was dancing in the winds when yellow butterflies started chasing me.
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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Time To Hit The Sack

winters foliage
blankets trees and grassy knolls
hibernation time


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I'm Really Teed Off {Footle}

tee off
    love golf

               in rough
                        get tough
 
                                sand trap
                                          oh crap

                                              on green
                                                      get mean

                                                              in cup
                                                                   ker plup

                                                                             just par
                                                                                     so far
            
                                                                                        next hole
                                                                                                    let's go

                                                                                                             golf pro
                                                                                                                      hell no




Tribute To Golfers
Time To Tee Off
See Ya On Back 9   L0L


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I'm Seeing Stars

amidst blades grasses
daffodil unfurls petals
in starbust fashion


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FLY OFF THE HANDLE

Flying the recently of fell                                                                                               
snow in apiece
A crazy sigh seemly without
Of course—
So easily flying–so enjoying
Puller by wind
And come hell or high water
From the roofs or trees
And while the wind stopped
A clear an empty space
By effects remain.
Or while by any come-back 
The winter around
In sort or strongly strike—
Again, flying the snow 
Apiece, without of course—
Again flying the snow potted
Fill over streets—over roofs
Over the trees…
And may be snow-less indeed
The terrain.

                     






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The River

Cracks of corral emerged between the Earth’s proud crown of evergreen
Gleaming down on grateful Father whose arms in bloom embraced his Daughter
Moon upon Moon in prayer he spent that God would grant his heart’s content
Now all his dreams no longer dreams but infant in his arms serene
They traveled on til trails converged and River’s roar ahead was heard 
Then there upon the shore was laid, a bless’ed barge of birchbark made.

From the River’s roots they rowed, embarking on a fate unknown
Wide-eyed Child soothed by Father’s song amidst echoes of the Wild’s call
Sweetly metered by sweeping oar he told her tales of life before
The great divide of Earth and Sky, of Land and Sea, of Day and Night 
How God by grace named each creature each fish and fowl each fir and fur
Then in His hands mixed clay and sand, the gift of life breathed into Man.

Between each bend dear Daughter grew and saw the world from worn canoe
Floating onward until the day she traded hums and howls to say
Father, Father, I understand! With lamb and wolf we share this land!
How scattered seed grew into tree and tree we carved for pole to feed
Father you’ve grown and given me your faith and love so I might be
Someday just like you a Giver on the road of life, the River! 


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Falling Leaves

As the Sun of new Rains 
begins to rise 

To help earth bury yesters
under its guise

Rustling leaves fly
Down the trees

Singing merrily 
With the breeze 

Knowing, 
its the last journey 

Still they come 
Swaying with pride 

Thinking not of the end 
But a new life 

Proud to 
be burried and 
transformed into dust 

To nurture 
a fresh spring 
from earthen crust


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Marie I-- Covenant To Thee

We're at the seasons' end I won't suffice to their Judgement for We can overcome I'm sorry I couldnt always be what you wanted me to be, My dear Marie But this is my covenant to thee We were born from the same flame you and I Without a shame we can discard the pain compared to our love it is just disdain The passion can not fly away My dear sweet marie This is my covenant to thee You're my escape when i need flee to The other side of the sea My single belief, my dear marie The passion of you and me flies away With the keeper of the bees Nightingales sleep and dream of our Starcossed beams, my sweet marie, It was meant to be This is my covenant to thee


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Wasted Years

Jesus...  I've been wasting my
 time on foolish things.
Not living a godly life,
 nor having the joy it brings.

How much of my time...
 With God...  Is actually spent?
I've never thought of what a 
commitment to God actually meant.

I need to spend more time in
 God's word.  And in prayer.
Forgive me dear Lord. 
 I didn't even care!

Even 10 minutes with you Jesus
 is more than what I've given.
Living for you...  all of the way. 
Is how I should be livin'!

 My God... My life, I give
 you complete control.
By your precious blood,
 I can be made whole!

My time with you is so
 important to me!
In finding freedom in Christ.  
I have been set FREE!

By Jim Pemberton
2006



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This Sounds Corny { Tanka}

bounty of the earth
come ye thankful people come
for it is autumn
and the leaves are coming down
run run sweet John Barley Corn





Entry To 
Kristin Reynolds 
Autumn Tanka Contest


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Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star
The Star of Bethlehem--that's what you are!
Shepherds watching their sheep in the field
Saw angels on high announcing Christ's birth
The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son
So they followed The Star to worship The Son

Not only the shepherds--but The Three Wise Men--The Magi--from lands near and far
From Asia, from Europe and from Africa said--"Let's find the long-awaited for Messiah!"
And gifts of gold, frankincense and mhyrrh did they bring
To The Christ Child, Our Saviour, The Baby King

Twinkle, twinkle, little star
I wonder where You are?!
Said Herod--the evil king--to his sorcerers
Where is The One--The Jewish people call their deliver?!
The evil magicians replied--"We don't know but we know who does--The Three Wise Men--
and the sheperds in the field!"
So just to be on the safe side--King Herod had all the male babies under two killed!

When this didn't work--Herod called on The Three Wise Men
For he wanted to commit another greivous sin!
"Tell me--my dear men--where is The Deliverer?!
Me and my sorcerers want to bring gifts to God's Son--lied king Herod--with an evil grin!"

The Three Wise Men--knowing the king's evil intent
Sent the king on a wild goose chase
Meanwhile--Joseph--being warned in a dream--took his royal family to Egypt--on the run
To protect The Messiah, Our Saviour--God's Only Begotten Son!

So you see--my children--Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star--is not just a childhood story 
and children's rhyme
It is the story of The Christ Child--The Greatest Story of all time!


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Emergence

The sky beckons me open these eyes and we do
The owl and I
We turn our gaze unblinking to the sky,
The heavens above and together we see
We see as two the clouds are touched with cerise,
Sighing into deeper hues until they merge
Merge with the water drained cerulean tiredness of those many underbellies as if
As if the fresh colour can soothe the storm resting within.

The skies breathe down cool air, crisp . . . and clear
It touches everything
With something more than just life,
Carries with it the promise of tomorrow,
The foreshadowing of nature’s style awakening after the long winter’s cooling embrace.

As if she can barely contain her urge to scream
Scream out in freedom
As if she can barely contain her cries of stretching

Stretching out toes and fingers
Revelling in the these her first movements that bring

Bring forth the blooming promise
Whispered in the sky of summer’s raining sheaths of tresses caressing

Caressing this hungry earth.
With all the tired souls falling rapt by the newly forgotten tears

Tears still lingering in the lightly licking touches of grass yawning from sleep.
Yawning from sleep.
Beneath the timid warmth of our stretched out toes
When our souls are tickled

Tickled by the dew dropped eyelashes of the earth.

And . . .

And as always the moonset vanishes for this first kiss is only false
One like the first rays of dusk across the night swept sky and lands lingering
Lingering beneath the moon’s subtle glow,
That false dawn with all its memories intact of yesteryear.

Where once walked the souls of children undreamed
When we were young in the expanse of this our home
When the dirt beneath our bare feet was still untouched by time

And this

This is what I see in the sighing

Sighing of the midnight star.


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Dear Lord Give Me The Strength To Reach Others For You

God...give me the strength to stand 
up against this evil tide.
May I be a Christ-like example
 for God's "winning side."

Standing up for what is right
 is often hard to do.
I must do it God...if I'm going 
to be a follower of YOU!

You're an awesome God who
knows each person's heart.
But, so much of our moral fabric
 has been "ripped apart."

God looks down from heaven and sees
 our wickedness and shame.
As so many have ignored his word
 and cursed his HOLY name.

Jesus--what must I do to reach
 this lost and dying nation?
As a wave of evil spreads and 
destroys  your creation?

I must tell others of your grace 
and redemptive power.
I must act quickly.  
with each passing hour!

His judgement is coming.  
Make no mistake.
It's time to receive his salvation..
.the hour's growing late!

As our nation needs a mighty
 Holy Ghost delivering.
Help me to help others to be 
ready for Christ' appearing!

One day soon, Jesus Christ
 is coming again!
Even so Lord Jesus...
come quickly... Yes and Amen! 

By Jim Pemberton
2009


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The Comet

The comet streaks
Across a moonlit sky
Through the cumulus clouds
It catches your eye

Unsure of where it's been
Unsure of where it will go
It's only caught in a fleeting moment
As the clouds let loose their snow

Anything can happen
On a moonlit winter night
The power of nature's majesty
Can make everything feel all right


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Awakening

It's dark.
Even through closed lids I've perceived the
monotonous treachery 
the day has in store.
I suppress a moan within my chest,
and my bones creak with illusory age.
Another dawn which is not
impedes upon my shallowest slumber.
The persistent knockings of raindrops
voice my doubts and shortcomings
of the day ahead.
How long must I bear
the imbalanced sleet
extending winter?

Though I sleep no longer,
the spirited fingers of motivation
do not see fit to untwist
the lashes of my resting eyes.
I seek no better reason
to lie in my nest
of deepest self-pity.
My burrow of darkness may ease
my aching body,
but it cannot soothe the dread
that churns my soul and mind.

Who can know?
How many sifting moments passed?
What portion of my day
had faded
gently
into nonexistence...
before that tender song rang out?

Yes...
I hear it.
Not a figure of my desire
dragged out to taunt me.
No: a simple, cheerful song...
perhaps three, or maybe four.
My eyes unfold with the wish
to validate these incoming perceptions.
The gayest chirp of birds
amongst the pressured rain?

With booming curiosity
I stumble from my bed
and arrive to a covered window.
I draw back the shade
as my eyes squint in anticipation
of the coming intensity.
And it is exposed:

the brightest sunlight of the country
pierces my tired mind,
as there is not one cloud
for miles.

A smile breaks across my face
as I discover
the source of raindrop noises:
the snow is melting,
and the gutter collects its tears.


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During This Year What Have I Really Accmplished

During this past year I think of
 what I wanted to  “achieve…”
And think about the things 
  that I’ve received…

I think about the trials and mountains
 that have arisen…
It’s almost like looking through “a glass prism.”

The times we’ve had together… 
As a family normally would.
There are things I wanted to accomplish,
that I knew I could!

But there’s one thing most important
 that is a reminder…
What’s done for God is what I call
 the “ultimate decider…”

The treasures that I lay in heaven will be
 more precious than gold.
And will be a blessing to future 
generations untold.

There are blessings from God  that  I’ve gained… 
  I have very little room 
to really complain…

As this next year is before us 
and is about to appear…
I know the coming of my Lord draws ever so near…

May I make plans to live with my beautiful Lord.
In heaven… May I seek to have my treasures stored…

Only in Christ … Will I find true 
joy and contentment…
May I let go of any unforgiveness or resentment…

Thank you my Lord  for everything
 that you’ve given!
You’ve blessed us and are the
 reason I’m  livin’!

By Jim Pemberton 
12/31/10


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Old Man Winter

top of old smokey
covered with frost - when bow breaks
old man winter blows


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I EXIST FOR A PURPOSE

I have many qualities and talents 
that make me popular and likeable for my kindness,
and unpretentious gallantry;
ask me if I'm blue-blooded like the gentry!


I exist for a purpose and I intend reveal my cause;
honesty and shrewdness will guard me against errors...
do weeds grow in a well-maintained and embellished garden?
A grubby garden attracts gloominess, mine appeals to sunshine!


I have traveled down rough and dark roads,
grabbing the attention of bad-wishers,
who handed me gooseberries, not gorse;
it was a clumsy course swarming with rocks and thorns!


I exist for a purpose that puts fear into my unseen enemies,
who grumble and judge more than the-assumed-righteous-ones,
they are obsessed with their perfection and like to impose it on me;
but do they know that I control my destiny by spinning my fortune' wheel?


My belief is not to accept anything of worthless beauty,
I love to hide myself in the grain fields,and shake their stalks...
to celebrate a harvest more bountiful than sunflowers;
and I imagine myself gorging on fresh-baked bread daily!


O golden grains, your seeds satiate many that earn their hard living,
saying grace at mealtime...as God gives them His blessing;
and those hands that cut the husks off are much detested   
by the elite with a feeling of inferiority and a lack of gratitude!
    

I exist for a purpose to bring glory to the Heavens,
that magnificently dazzle upon me in times of desperate need;
pity is an unacceptable word whenever they attempt to make a deal;
I change no direction and try not to fall into the trap of moral weakness!


 Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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Ring Around The Pumpkin

For the bounty of the earth
Come Ye thankful people come
For it is Autumn
And the leaves are coming down
Run run sweet John Barley Corn
Let's play ring around the pumpkin
As the harvest moon shines
On the jingle jangle scarecrow
For I'am just a little acorn
Bounded for another harvest home
As the wind shakes the barley
Like a slow Thanksgiving waltz
For our farmers sets the table
To a wondrous haymakers hoedown
For we bid ado to a Shokan's fairwell
And now thank we to all our God



Happy Harvest Time To All
Love Kathy And Jenny
May God Be With You 


Just Another Song Working On LOL
Let Me Know What Ya Think   Please


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Mr.Sprinkles {Cinquain}

                                                         raindrops
                                                   liquid moisture
                                               combusted air droplets
                                     shattered drewery alone weeping
                                                        sprinkles


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All That Really Matters Is Jesus

What kind of life have you
 been spending?
Is it one of "wasteful things"
 and "pretending?"

Things seem to be going "great." 
 You're so proud.
Does it seem like you're 
"walking on a cloud?"

You have a family. A big house
 and good health.
Not counting all of the "friends"
 and some wealth.

Have you thought about who
 made this possible?
It was God.  You may find this
 as "improbable."

His word says that everything is
 a gift from God on high.
HE is EVERTHING!  
Anything  else is just a lie!

It's not because of you that 
you have all of this.
To be wealthy, happy 
and very bliss.

The next time you find yourself
 heading toward the door.
Think about what the true meaning
 of life is really for!

Lay your treasures in heaven 
and you'll find.
Godly contentment and a
real peace of mind.

The blessings of God... 
Is what you need to acheive.
So the treasures of his love,
you'll begin to receive! 

By Jim Pemberton
2006


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Enduring Lifes Trials

The hardships in life
you must endure.
If your faith in Christ
is to be sure.

It’s easy “to give up.”
Anyone can do it!
The challenge is to “trust Jesus
to see you through it!”

Living for Jesus 
“is more than just talk.”
Adversity will challenge your
faith and walk.

Trusting Jesus will end all 
complainin’ and cursin’.
And will make you more of a
Christ-like person!

You’ll have strength, courage
and a desire to win.
Knowing that Jesus will meet
your need again and again!

Your faith and love for God
will grow to be strong,
knowing that “in the arms of Jesus
you surely belong!”


By Jim Pemberton
2005


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Morning

Morning is the most promising time of the day,
It's new and fresh,another new beginning for what we do and say,
we can at least try, although it may not go our way.

With the dawning light we have hopes and dreams we want to project,
morning is our quiet, secret, time to decide what we select.

The season shouldn't have a say,
It's morning, with 24 hours to make a new day...


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Learning Sabbath

 Learning Sabbath 
Learning Sabbath 
 
 
Some people have much silver and they count it in the box some people have 
there dollars cut in half and have too much some people have no money but 
have a better half some people have a life even if its just inside them or there 
wife even iff she is so far away on Sabbath Day. 
Eye walked and gathered food and let the food place fallow lie on sabbath day. 
Eye walked and begged no money on the sabbath day eye walked and carried 
food away on almost every sabbath day but if eye want to tell the truth and never 
lie then eye must say there had to be at least a sabbath day eye kept sometime 
no judgement come to me as eye am not professing law to keep but lawgiver 
come on sabbath day so sweet at end of life to come eye have the only one the 
last one eye must keep and not be late it's Heaven found above no fable of a pie 
in sky no fable but the truth no fable of a someday world but one of solid youth the 
strength of elder the hope on GOD the wonder of a life changed into a life of 
wonder and of old turned into young Saturday will come.


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Your Going To Get A Good Whooping

amidst raised marsh land
whooping cranes forges ahead
probing with their bills


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The Gap

So many empty spaces with cracked dimensions as stardust flew by.
So I counted to ten and held my breath knowing this would just never end.
At every angle there was a gap so I tagged them all with messages to send.
I stepped through portals leading me to places orbiting way too high.

I passed through broken dreams and landed where the Sun never shined.
No Moon, no Stars, and no galaxies were straight, much less aligned.
The Earth had gone completely berserk and the seasons were sudden to change.
It was the gap warping time and even the people looked far beyond strange.

I listened to faint vibrations and watched galaxies as they all weakened.
Time was lost and gone forever, for they had all been forewarned and told.
I found a spot and planted the last starlight and watched closely as it strengthened.
It grew and grew even withering through the hot and cold.

Shooting through portals I spread my light and left it a sparkling trail.
Ray by ray a beam filled the gap and lit it up by my new starlight’s flaming tail.

®Registered: Ann Rich  2005


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Santa's Take

What a special time of year....
 I,Santa and my minion of elves
making a gazillion toys for all
the giddy girls and boys.

Just what are some of the things they
will find under the tree? Let's see !!

Colorful cars that go vroom vroom
and twin engine planes that zoom.
Remote control trucks that 
tumble around the room.Oh these
things simply can't come too soon!

There's the cute little doll house
with a canary canopy and the stocking 
stuffed to the brim with sugar coated candy.
Oh my, what about the indestructable 
tank with the turret that pivots or the
tried and true toolset equipped with 
screwdrivers, pliers, hammer
and yes, even a rack of rivets.

I almost forgot about the long-legged dolls
with their fancy silk sweaters and dresses.
Oh how  girls love those that talk or cry,
or ..... yes, even make little messes.

Then there  are teddy bears,dolphins,
monkeys, ...stuffed animals of all kinds.
Oh, is it possible for the youngsters
to get these tantalizing toys out of their minds?

Chutes and Ladders,Candyland, Twister,
Guess Who, a smorgasboard of board games.
Oh yes, after this Christmas Day, 
nothing could ever be the same.

Then there are cd's, dvd's,mp3s
you name it, even cell phones to call.
And no, that's certainly not all.
Catchers mitts, frisbees,yo-yo's or 
better yet, a new leather basketball.

Robots, Light Bright,Spirograph,
we are busy making toys for tots.
And I don't think I need to tell you
No matter how you slice it... there's alot.

But I'm running out of time here  you see
and there's no limit to what 
can be found underneath the tree.
Every year Christmas provides a new story.

I know I hold a special place in 
the hearts of people both young and old.
But I will be the first to admit
Christmas is not about me or what's
under the tree, but might I be so bold

as to say we must not forget that the real
Christmas story is all about love.
It starts and ends with  the gift of Jesus
sent to us from His Father above.

For without that very "special delivery"
Christmas Day we wouldn't even celebrate.
No, as a matter of fact, December 25th
would simply be just an ordinary date.





Details | Concrete | |

keeping good in

so sure to intice my soul 
delight my 
life and make it 
whole, in control 
of all beautiful things 
and promises upload, 
so destin to recieve 
and belive my love,which 
was like an hour glass 
never gone, she 
wore blue and red and never 
a fled sexual flings encounters 
in beds,never upset 
always ready to live to the 
extremity so calm until she 
gone off a drank with me,
I would never fall away from trust a must 
to compromise trust 
emburst into smiles and hugs always 
there to cherrish me the one i love


Details | Light Poetry | |

Summer Light

Summer Light -Thru the Trees
Summer Light - Spotted Me
Summer Light - Palest Gold
Summer Light - Bright and Bold

I Saw Summer Light Descend
Summer Light, Made Shadows Bend
Summer Light, On An Emerald Pond
I Reached Out… It Touched My Palm

Summer Light, It Fell Like Powder
Or a Floating Incandescent Feather
Came Down, Like A Sheer, White Swan
Summer Light – Lifted Wing-Like Arms

So Sunrays Slanted – Shone-Misty
Summer Light-Beams, Embraced Me
Warm, Wonderful Summer Light
Touch Me Tender, Solar- Might

Summer Light, When I Was Lost
Summer Light, Found Me 'fore Frost
Summer Light - None Else Looked For Me…
Summer Light Said, “I Always See…”

I Love Summer Light


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THE BOOK OF THE WISE WAYS

The Faeries of Heartstone 
inlaid The Wise Ways 
In a bound book 
In the Kings' Library 

Illuminated words 
So carefully bound 
A journal too... 
Inside, all the names, 
of all the Kings and Queens 
and all who had served before 
Such beauty you never saw 

The opened book 
Warm glow 
Chapters and words 
Spilled across the pages 
Colourful illustrations 
Recording the seasons and ages 

The words 
The love of all things 
The whispering trees 
The love of all seasons 
The love of winds 
The love of starlight 
The love of sunbright 

The chapters unfold 
With colour 
With gold 


Details | I do not know? | |

The Best Feeling In The World

The feeling is overwhelming 
Of having the cool breeze brush your face
Just a touch of sun on you
Looking at the ground just thinking one more step
Your almost there you tell yourself 
But really there is still another lap ahead

You don’t give up you just cant
Your tired but have the motivation to stay ahead
Because you know you can do good
Your in shape and feel great

Then you have your team mates too
On the side cheering for you
Wanting for you to do good
Because they know the feeling you are having
They care so you care
They cheer so you cheer
You finally finish good or bad 

It doesn’t matter because you had the great feeling of running
This is our sport
This is Track


Details | Ballad | |

THE PRINCE OF THE NORTH

The icy wind blows down........ 
Snow flurries fall from the Princes' Crown 
Inside that wintry glow............ 
Is a heart beating............. 
Wanting love so....... 
Wanting this meeting.......... 

Who can touch the heart? 
Of a prince aloof and cold? 
Which princess? ,the love can hold? 

Steel grey eyes........... 
Hidden sparkle too 
The shyness revealed 
The Prince of the North to take.............. 
The beauty of every snow flake, 
and lay before a princess a gift of love healed....... 
Upon a snowy field 

For ,the Princess gave a gift long ago.......... 
A gift,so bright 
So one day he might............. 
Venture forth from the cold land.......... 
Under the gift so............ 
The gift of the Northern Light, 
and ask for the hand 
of the Faerie Princess........... 

The Faerie Princess, 
and her dancing light 
brought to the North........ 
Something bright...... 
The heart began to melt.............. 
Of the Prince that saw her 
Upon a snowy field 
and his heart did yield 


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a season of transformation

spring is the season of rebirth and renovation
a time for renewal and rejuvenation
a time to clean house, to bring about some change
a time for our spirits to be rearranged
it's a ritual that requires a diagnostic regime
a season to repair and fix everything
a transformation of our hearts, minds and souls
a time to reassess and readjust our goals

it's like going to the doctor for an annual check-up
to see if everything is on the up and up
as women we must be especially aware
and mindful of the changes in this flesh that we bear
God wants us to prosper in our own season
He wants us to be whole in body and sound in our reason

yet society seems to be in a state of disintegration
and women's health issues are in a precarious situation
it's time that we move forward and finally see
that preventive care is not beyond our own capability
to bring about our wholeness we must also participate
with our doctors and God make a covenant
a partnership, a collaboration to work in harmony
for God gave us these bodies in generosity
God promised that through faith we will be renewed
so connect with your doctor and the spirit in whatever you do
be willing to change, repent and atone
abide by the word that God sent down from His throne
be humble and submit to God's grace
let a healing spirit be put into place
but before you can be healed you might have to reach certain height
take responsibility for your decisions whether they're wrong or right
and turn from your rebellious and wicked ways
humbly submit to God and to Him pray

God Himself came to earth so that we could be healed
He took on the flesh of man to feel what we feel
His death was the sacrifice and redemption for our salvation
Jesus died upon the cross to give us reconciliation
we are now the vehicle that He uses to show His power and glory
His earthly creations who will continue to tell His story
as women we are the carrier to create and sustain life
the vessel that gave birth to His son Jesus Christ
as women we possess humbled spirits and personalities
and willing to walk by faith on His authority
as women we are transformed whenever we pray
and we will submit to God's will and to His ways
as women we have a need to repent for our sins and mistakes
with a desire to be healed and will do whatever it takes

spring the season of renewal and rebirth
a time to reassess our situation here on earth
a season to clean house and start over anew
a season of transformation, a long time overdue





Details | Senryu | |

The Glow (Senryu)

Your touch makes me glow like bright leaves with Chlorophyll in the autumn breeze © Joseph, 10/30/07 © All Rights Reserved Comments: The Japanese Senryu format has three lines as follows: the first has five syllables, the second seven syllables, and the third five syllables. The pattern is 5/7/5 for a total of seventeen syllables. The Senryu is about an emotional expression, human nature, and things in the human realms which maybe satiric or humorous.


Details | Haiku | |

Roots

a red sky at night
and red sky in the morning
sure has some old roots








Details | Rhyme | |

God Is My Strength And Fortress

I love you my Lord!  You are my strength!
Your love for me reaches a 
non-measurable length

You Oh lord, are my rock,
fortress and deliverer…
Your beauty shines brighter than
 the purest gold or silver!

You, Oh God… Are the horn of my
 salvation and my high tower…
You reign over the earth in your
 majesty and great power!

I will call upon the Lord who is
 so worthy of all praise…
He is my peace and comforter
 all of my days!

He shall save me from my enemies
 and bring the victory!
I have found strength from him
and a holy sanctuary…

Though the sorrows of death
 often surround me…
God’s victory over death continues
 to astound me!

At times, the crowds of ungodly
 men cause me to fear…
But I draw comfort in knowing 
that God is always near!

I bless the Lord for being
 so steadfast and true!
I don’t really know where I’d be…
 without YOU!

You heard my distress 
and answered my cry…
As one day I shall be with you at
 that mansion in the sky!

By Jim Pemberton  05/30/10  
Read Psalm 18:1-4

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Acts of God

Neither Mother Nature nor Father Time
Has ever railed any accusation
Against God with reason or with its rhyme
For earth’s travails, there’s no gratulation
In deeds of the gods evil to the hilt
Who bring such slanders; yet, they hold the guilt

With the prince of the power of the air
Who comes to kill, deprive and raze; the theif
Of the kings and rulers everywhere,
Orchestrating casualties and grief,
Thrusting in his sickle and clutching the snath
In anger and hatred reaps earth in wrath,

For he was cut down; falling to the ground
He drew the third of the stars of Heaven
With him, and his pomp; his viols did sound
Within his chaos until day seven
When God had made good that void with form and
On the day before gave man its command.

Thus, rage of the serpent was so subtle
To steal the crown to be god of this world,
But his time’s cut short since God’s rebuttal;
So he takes out his vengence, and it’s hurled
At those who have no law and make no pledge,
At overcomers gaurded with a hedge;

The winds, earthquakes and fires pass by with force,
But God only good, is without the blame
When Father tells Mother to take this course;
Since the gods follow evil to the flame,
The earth is in sorrows to be redeemed,
And God is the One most often blasphemed.


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A Note On Christmas

As we go along in our busy life it is easy to forget the important things of life. So 
as we look twords the season before us let us slow our selves and seek 
reflection 
of a new kind. One that is without pain and suffering. One without hunger and 
sorrow. Let us see each and every one in and out of our lives in a new light, a 
glow if you will, a shine like no other. Let the spirit of the day stand year round 
and let us be as God wishes us to be faithful and true, generous and kind.  Let 
us listen for those in need and help the lost to be found. See it as I do that you 
and I are not that different. Black or white, or other as we may be we are one and 
the same. So as you set at the table with your family and friends give thanks for 
what you have and pray for those less forchent than you. As you open your gifts 
stop and vishulise the young child that in his or her heart they are truly blest that 
they have the roof over there head. Let us truly honor the worlds one true guest 
this year. Let us honor our Lord and Saveyor Jesus Christ for without him their 
would be no true life to live.


Details | Haiku | |

I've Got You Covered

                                                    billows of cotton
                                             blankets earth's canopy - in
                                                   satin colored hues


Details | I do not know? | |

June-uary

june-uary
where we still have to 
cover up our little dairy airys

can't open the windows
for in fear of it still may snow

but it did reach ninety eight in may
but soon how it went away

now nights reaching for that extra blanket
as temputures hits the low double digits

waking up to morning dew
butterflies can't and won't even land and chew

clouds of mattered grey
just won't let the sun come out to play

just raindrops tapping on my window
as the fury wind whips and blows

cotton balls fluttering thru the air
hearing aw choo's everywhere

not sure if the sun will ever shine
or if the temputures will get out of their binds

for I know july is right around the corner
and I want to be able to celebrate with other horner's

so june-uary please turn your other cheek
and return our sun for which we seek






Details | Ballad | |

WARM RAIN GUSHES FROM THE BRIGHT SKY

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
to free all clouds of their heavy weight
and nourish everything below...
even the dry beak of a sparrow;
we didn't ask for it and yet
it came unexpectadly
to end our physical thirst...
another reminder of mercy!

The thirsty crows invade  
the drenched meadows,
once so dried-out and yellowed,
to resemble an arid desert;
water sustains life on this planet...
and allowes the low rivers to overflow
when winter can't bring any snow;
then...is all hope useless?

There'll be lots of  beautiful flowers this spring,
even those silent bells will joyfully ring;
a brighter sun will radiate... 
illuminating our path until evening:
so much joy in our singing,
a perfect time to meditate!

Warm rain gushes from the bright sky,
surprise sparkles in the unbeliever's eyes;
doubts make us unhappy and weak...
considering the dark side of things!
Vision makes us soar above the awesome stars, 
while despair causes our souls to die!   







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RIDING DOWN THE BRIDLE'S PATH

The forest's hill is high,
not rocky,infertile or steep;
colorful and fragrant flowers
adorn its grassy slopes without gleam, 
breathing among the fallen trees
as the ravens scrutinize and sigh...

My warm forehead is sticky,
and ready to drip sweat;
it's almost the end 
of July as I observe
a brisk,yellow canary
seeping the pond's misty
and stagnant water laying beneath
the huge branches of a white oak...

Some raindrops hit my uncovered head, 
I look up the the hazy sky
for sure signs of unpleasant weather
to end the unaccomplished task
of exploring nature in all its wonders
and strange mischievousness;
but despite the sensed danger,
I continue this very short jeourney...

Oftentimes I have ridden down
this bridle's path,where alone,
I have wittnessed changes in scenery:
gliding green tree-tops invaded by sunlight,
so brilliantly enticed by mistery,
and visible from the blazing sky...

My curious glance extends to the very end
of the stupendous and dense forest
to capture the shining rays of light, at noon,
penetrating deep through patches of blue;
and unlikely the trails of falling stars that 
hold our breath in inspiring awe and fade,
they awaken a sense of wonderment
and admiration for such an enlightenment...


Details | Haiku | |

Don't Let The Sun Go Down On Me

                                                  tropical retreat
                                       bestowed by clouds overture
                                                somber islanders


Details | Ballad | |

Grand Kaleidoscope

The world's a grand kaleidoscope comprised of shuffled scenery. It shares its everlasting grace as we walk amongst its majesty. Green geysers sprout from earthen springs with herbal shards as ornaments. The blossoms of the world parade to the joy of floral increments. Somewhere wet winds from sunken skies are lapping at the copper shores, while boiling citric blood erupts from the depths of tawny mountain cores. Small sugar stars come shooting down from ivory puffs like joyous tears, and raging river rapids roar at the royal sky so crystal clear. A veil of sable feathers whisks across the evening's coral lake; the sparkling sprites of moonlit night promenade throughout its dusky wake. The choral cries of quadrupeds resound from caves and forests deep, while busy pinion-folk take wing to their nests where helpless hatchlings sleep. A searing guild of golden tongues cascades from mouths of ashen gales, and passive clouds of floating dew skim along the rugs of vernal vales. A school of silver shadows dance beneath cerulean sheets of glass, while frail auroral arthropods play amongst the rows of emerald grass. Somewhere a frozen pyramid is rising from a powdered sea, while bright prismatic tapestries serenade the heavens' purity. The world's a grand kaleidoscope, revolving, free from mortal strife. Can not we learn to cherish it, as we turn its fragile shades of life?


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"CHRISTMAS SHOULD BE EVERYDAY!!!"

Christmas should be everyday
This is alot more than a Holiday
So now each time that I pray
I ask Jesus to guide me on what to say
Gifts,toys,and food are all okay.
I want everyone this holiday season
To truly know the real reason.
Is all about our Jesus that is now Risen
And it's all because of him our sins are forgiven.
From my heart Merry Christmas everyone
Keep that faith in Jesus and we won't be out done.


Details | Rhyme | |

Our Nation NEEDS God

I believe we’re living in…
 What many call “an x-rated society…”
The “pleasures of life” come in quite a variety!

Just about anything someone wants,
 comes with “a push of the button.”
But when it comes to anything of God…
  “He ain’t nothin.’!”

Where we will be tomorrow… 
 No one seems to know.
As many seek “fulfillment” for their ”empty” soul…

What’s right or wrong…  Has been 
“turned upside-down.”
While the tide of wickedness
 reaches every city and town…

While so many minds seem to be filled with 
this world’s pollution…
People are looking for answers…  And a solution!

Our hope and faith certainly doesn’t
 lay in our possessions.
Nor in our dark secrets, and “secret obsessions…”

To those of you who perhaps, are waiting
 for a “government bailout…”
Let me tell you what the true meaning
 of living is all about…

Jesus is our security!  100% guaranteed life
 and health insurance!
It’s only in him, we can have a “blessed assurance!”

Only he has the power to rescue us
 from the horrible mess we’re in!
And it’s only in him…  Where true freedom begins!

He gives a true definition to what we call 
“The American dream…”
He alone is our foundation.  The truth.  
Our everything!

May the words; “In God we trust” 
apply in everything we do!
Let these words be woven into 
the great “red white and blue…”

As the good news of Jesus Christ
 is shouted loud and clear…
The “darkness” across our land will 
soon disappear!

By Jim Pemberton 03/07/10









Details | I do not know? | |

Are You Ready

Salvation came to the earth
In the form of a baby boy
Born that first Christmas day
That the world might experience joy.

A picture of His Father in Heaven
He showed the world as He grew,
And brought love and compassion
To all, not just a few.

To fulfill God's plan of redemption,
He gave His life on a cross,
Dying and then rising again
To make eternal life available to us.

Now He's coming back soon
To take God's children by His side.
As we celebrate His birth this Christmas,
He asks, "Are you ready to be my bride?"


Details | Haiku | |

Visitors of the Day

In winter we wait,
Springtime around the corner.
Birds singing their song.


Details | Free verse | |

To Everything a Season

She is exposed,
the last of her finery
released by a cold snap,
leaves in a cluster blown
by a winter born breeze
stirring in the shadows

Paying homage, she bows
fairly kneeling before 
the approaching winter solstice, 
and flushed with victory, 
though seemingly defeated, 
begins to weep

For she knows
her restoration lies
in the transient spring 


Details | Quatrain | |

AUTUMN

Autumn weaves its tapestry
Of colors bright and bold
A symphony of nature
A royal vision to behold

On mountains high and valleys low
Everywhere one looks
The master artist paints a scene
Unmatched in picture books

Then as the tapestry unravels
We reflect on seasons past
Wondering why the beauty
Of autumn can not last


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Sidewalk Ant

I like ants.
They're adorable.
With their tinky little bodies and legs, 
They put a tiny little smile on my face.

I remember there's things I love about the world,
Like how each ant,
Works all day with his family,
And how they all built their home together,
On a crack
That someone will inevitably step on.

I respect that ant.

As a child with minimal understanding,
I would make games
Of crushing ants beneath my sneakers,
Or blowing down their noble mounds.
I would never do that now.

Those ants inspire me!

If I venture outside with laziness
On a ninety-five degree day,
I find them scurrying faster than days past
When the temperature 
Had been seventy!

Their endless motivation tickles me.

To see an ant this spring is to remember
That there's more 
Than winter's obnoxious squirrels
And harsh words from a chilled humanity.
Where were those ants all winter?


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She stares

When she takes breath
And fuels her self sacrificing flames,
Her carbon-dioxide – translucent rays
Cascade through oxygen, scorching
The atoms, weighing them down
Until they smash into the dirt,
Blowing up a tiny fuss, a radius
Of crimson scars.

Not content she licks my arms and face,
Leaves a trail, attracting to her stare
She is no fool and cannot be distracted
By factor thirty.
She dances with the wrinkles on my skin,
Licks me harder,
Strips me bare.


Details | Lanterne | |

Rose Bush {Lanterne}

                                                     rose
                                                    flower
                                                  freshly cut
                                                 aroma burst
                                                     bush








Tribute To
The Rose


Details | Haiku | |

Sweet Success

                                                  in nature's garden 
                                      child reaches for flowered bulb
                                          smells enriched fragrance


Details | Ballad | |

THE FAERIES OF HEARTSTONE

Small darting lights, 
through the whispering trees 
Through Heartstone 
Faerie flights 

A castle cannot be... 
Without a faerie 
Magic in the air 
What it all means, 
to you and me 

Lilting song 
from a Heartstone faerie 
Will touch you deep 
This where your heart does belong 

Love filled the air 
Music too 
Soft faerie light 
The colour, so rare 

Where it all began 
Lost in time 
The faeries found 
A land sublime 
The kings wrought 
A castle 
The faeries blessed the ground 

Through out the years 
Faeries were here, 
through laughter and tears 
Weddings 
The coming of the darkness 
Faeries,                                                                                                                                 
were always there 

Small darting lights 
Through the whispering trees 
Through me 
Filled me with colour 
If you could only see... 
The heartstone 
what can be


Details | Haiku | |

Do You See What I See

                                                  fall's own foliage
                                            reflects mirrored images -
                                                off motionless lake


Details | Quatrain | |

WINTER

           As autumn bids the land farewell
           And winter's visit starts
           An air of pure enchantment 
           Stirs something in our hearts

           The sleeping earth is covered in white
           As the snow falls gently down
           A sight to behold as the sun comes up
           The trees adorned in ermine gowns

           The roofs of houses wear snowy crowns
           On the hills children shriek with delight
           The odor of hickory hangs in the air
           Hinting of a fireplace warm and bright

           Yards are dotted with snowmen
           Each with a jolly bright face
           Jack Frost drapes the windowpanes
           With a shawl of silvery lace

           Footprints dot the landscape
           And in the wintry chill
           A majestic stag stands regally
           A king upon the hill

          Winter is a masterpiece
          Designed for all to see
          A living showcase arranged by God
         To be enjoyed by you and me


Details | Lyric | |

GROWN-UP OF SNOW

GROWN-UP OF SNOW

The wintertime came vigorous, fall in torn
rivers, trees, hills by snow spacing white
boots let imprints stepped across trails
roofs in split white water crystal Villages
masses and sight snow shown as term
Thanksgiving thou Christmas ritual it eras –

Folks made balls and struck targets wherever
sculpt figured of statues’ chart in precious
skaters sped brash in snow-hill roads
Outlaw drunk water-crystal melts in grass.

Drivers saw naught at windshields, at feet
headlights up reach tiny space snow falling                                                                               
roads, the heinous nights induce the minds
roads’ and transit-line sign up coating
Of snow, who can fallow it?
Up hit by shovel roads pull up thy eyes.  

Deers south for grass foods lost up ground
coat-ice floors-snow became the terrain
And ice fishiest regions’ build-up.

Spring came lit, grants ripen the Villages
but, not bodies wanna steps by melting ice 
while’ snow sight gone we knew the place
and each thing pass-off regress nature way
The rains hitting, and buds sprouting anew! 


Details | I do not know? | |

Tis The Season

The time is here
For the Season of cheer,
Such a cozy time of year

Leaves are turning green to red
After that the leaves will shed,
All the birds will soon have fled

Wind is blowing all around 
Picking leaves up off the ground,
Putting them back where they were found

Smells of pastries and pumpkins in the air
Food and parties to prepare,
Tis The Season I declare.


Details | Haiku | |

Daisy Mae

                                                     amidst tall grasses
                                           smiles glisten for candid shot
                                                    daisies brushes cheek


Details | Sonnet | |

Beautiful Simplicity

I laid on my back and gazed at the sky
Clouds seemed to float through layers of blue
A falcon soared by and caught my eye
The chickadee's song was a sweet coo-coo
Afternoon soon melted, the sun sunk low
Orange and pinks danced across the horizon
Overhead the moon began to glow
Day has now faded, night has just begun
Old, Mister Cricket raises his fiddle
Many young fireflies dip and dive
Everything is but a merry riddle
Midnight's not dead, it thrives, said I
The simplicity of a single day
Living, beautifully, my perfect Lord's way


Details | Sonnet | |

The summer of My Life

My son, my son! He will one day put up his arms And shout out, “Play!”
He’ll scribble walls, my young aesthete, bang pots and pans to his own beat.
We’ll hide and seek in show’rs of May, and learn what clouds and stars might say.
He’ll run while stumbling with his feet and singing out his laughter sweet.

I know he’ll grow with every turn. My teachings round his mind he’ll churn.
I pray the good that I’ll instill enhance his power of free will,
And when he leaves he might secern what saves his world or makes it burn.
I hope his life shall then distill some greatness, making life a thrill.

I hope my days will still allow to reach these dreams I hold somehow,
‘Cause now’s the summer of my life and I’ve no child, and lost my wife.
If Fate my dreams does disavow, my art I heighten starting now.
I’ll also try by virtue rife to win my place in afterlife.

Remembered I might never be, most humans try this commonly.
Astounding this we try, agree? To endure like minor deity.


Details | Ballad | |

I felt. ( written in 1989.)

Hello my fair weather friend,
  nice to see you again.
Lost the gleam in my eye,
  felt my soul had died.
Felt my anger turn to rage,
  Felt I was once again in a cage.
Felt my heart get torn in two,
  And around me was no you.
I wanted to run and hide,
   Instead sat alone and cried.
I felt no power in my hands,
  Felt as if I was sinking in the sand.
I shaded my eyes from the bright sun,
  And spoke to no one.
Then you fell,
  To you I have so much to tell.
I know you`ll only stay a while,
  but my friend you made me smile.
I know I will fill you on your next passing,
  For my love of rain is ever lasting.   


Details | Free verse | |

Language Arts

A word and a breath but it’s the thought that counts.
Up or down in or out love and trust is what it’s all about.
To you I say can you hear me perked up on the mounts.
You are in or you are out.
A touch and a whisper but it is the kiss of truth.
Knelt or bent I am down on my knees.
And I beg you please.
To me I say can I hear me or am I aloof?
Language arts is a dance in the breeze,
With a summer squeeze,
A winter’s pinch,
The spring’s stench,
Even the autumn’s leaves!
Bathing in the words and dancing like a twit.
Singing in rhythm and painstakingly making a switch.
Language arts is a breeze on the summer Seas.
Lifting you up or pulling you down and spinning you all around,
It will knock you to your knees,
Lifeless and unbound!

® Registered: Ann Rich   2005


Details | Name | |

A Life Tray

A day is coming and passes away.
Memories are adding in a Life tray.
Few good or wrong and bad occasions,
Cycling in a cycle but all in seasons.

Fate is treating in a same defeating,
Unfortunate person is always waiting.
Working hard but admitting a mistake,
Wasting his time and fishing on a Lake.

One day will come I’ll be a fortunate,
I will tease my mate to reach at late.
Money will play a game to roll overcome,
When she‘ll love me I‘ll open a bear drum.

We’ll dance together to sing a song,
A day‘ll come brighter after a dark long.
Money has a life but life is nothing,
Opportunity is risk, achieving something.


Details | Rhyme | |

Fire in the trees

The air outside, an invisible blanket of ice 
that lays against the skin with hidden pins. 
That momentary shock as face collides with glass 
and paralysis for a moment grabs your limbs. 
When looking out the window to the garden, 
to the grass the brickwork and the green. 
I see what can only be described as a natural wonder, 
I see the fire in the trees. 
The brown and rotting leaves, laying edged from the branches, 
I see the skeleton exposed, as the rays set the body alight. 
Enhancing its beauty as it stands still above the houses, 
Peaceful, awaiting the night.


Details | I do not know? | |

While You Watch the Dancers

    It seems that
the 
    fresh taste of water
is about all we can expect
                                         in
                                         this
barren year
                 No new hopes
They'v all been 
                 still born
Let the old one 
out 
    with the
              wind
Don't worry 
          about
            any
              of 
           this
  for very long
For ther's a new year in the offing
Filled with sex and candy
   magic and spices
      from 
            far distant lands


Details | I do not know? | |

Longing


Guard my heart from all the worldly pain
Bring peace to my soul
And from sin let me refrain
For I have been so broken for so long
By Your light teach me right from wrong
Help me to walk in Your way without a doubt
Bring me to my knees
And Your name I shout
The journey seems so dark I cannot find the light
To me bring goodness , love, and what is right.
Help me to believe Your word will prevail
When I was once so strong
Now I feel so frail
Bring me back to the place
Where the darkness is no more
Close my past, give me a future of hope
Let my heart soar
Take away the sadness
And bring joy back into my life
The pain is so deep.
It cuts like a knife
Where is the compansion that I'm longing for
Bring me back to the place of peace
that I was before
I know that place
I felt the warmth of Your light
Take my burdens and help me to win this fight


Details | I do not know? | |

Kiss from the Sun (2005)

There was once a time when I dreaded the sun
All throughout the summer I had no fun
I was hiding in oversized clothes ashamed of me
Couldn’t be the women I wanted to be
I hated everything but the woman I used to hide
I wanted to reach for the inner side
Everyone would look comfortable and great
I had to cover up and conceal my hate
I felt ashamed of my body growing
It was the transition of me and knowing
But now I have grown and the summer is bliss
I run out side for a long summery kiss
I crisp and tan 
I’ll chill out for as long as I can
I’m happy being who I always was deep inside teens
Now the women I am, shines and beams


Details | Haiku | |

Delta Dawn

                                                         upon horizon
                                              crimson clouds hearlding the - 
                                                  coming of new dawn









Details | Pantoum | |

Urban Scenario

Life in the city
Spins itself out now
The scene is quite pretty
Pedestrians say"wow"

Spins itself out now
As the cool air flows
Pedestrians say "wow"
Yes, the season knows

As the cool air flows
We take joy in the icy sun
Yes, the season knows
It's about time we had fun

We take joy in the icy sun
Snow falls on the ground
It's about time we had fun
Let the chimes sound

Snow falls on the ground
Life in the city
Let the chimes sound
The scene is quite pretty


Details | Rhyme | |

She Was So Bad

I cant wait to hear the mockingbird sing,
Then we will know we are into spring.
I have been waiting for such a long time,
Never debating natures determined mind.
Now there’s a grey bird, cleaning and preening,
Made his perch by my window, feathers are beaming.
He has a black head, but the rest is all grey,
I’m so glad he visits, I hope he will stay.
He sits there for hours, and we have a little chat,
Insects he devours, some are so fat.
Then the cardinal visits, this crested finch,
Plumage a blazing, waiting for his winch.
I think she a little shy, our maiden-in-waiting.
The apple of his eye, his love she is craving.
They will make their nest, among the trees,
Where there’s plenty of insects, for their needs.
So this is what’s happening in my nest of the world,
Waiting on the sapling for leaves to unfurl.
Springtime among us, not far off,
Forget all the cold, forget all the frost.
Everyone smiling, they are so glad,
To be past this winter, it was so bad.


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Wonder Land

                                                     winter's foliage
                                   blankets trees and grassy knolls
                                                   water runs amidst


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A John Heck Christmas

Jesus loves you Yes He does
Our beloved brother in Christ
Hark the Hearld Angel's sing
Noel Noel Noel Noel


Hope you have a joyest season
Each and every year John
Come one Come all
Kiss the new-born King





Tribute To A Sweet Man
John Heck



Happy Holidays to All
At Poetry Soup

Love Kathy and Jenny


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Whispers Of The Wind

                                               deep in the forest
                                          whispers of the wind speaks to
                                                 enchanted forest


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Human seasons

Your smile is BRIGHT
like the sun on a warm
summer day.

Your eyes GLISTEN
like a fresh fallen
snow.

Your touch
is like a BREEZE
on a fall afternoon.

Your passion
is like a NEWLY bloomed
flower in springtime.

Your LOVE is a joyous
time of all seasons!


© Lori Reed 


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Silver Bird

                                                      soaring blue yonder
                                                    over clouds silver lining
                                                   reaching new milestones


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Holding You.

As we go through our sorrows and our grief,knowing your in heaven is our relief.
We know god took you for his reasons,and we`ll remember you through every season.
You will be missed everyday and we`ll speak of you when we pray.
So when our tears fall like rain and when we feel there is nothing to gain.
We know it isn`t true,for Jesus is carrying us,while he is holding you.


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The End (Part I)

all at once in the distant sky
we saw a flash of light go by
the next we knew we were in the air
everyone knew to meet the Lord there
it happened so fast
in the blink of an eye
our journey so swift no time for good bye
then many of us noticed 
it was just like the bible said
keep your mind on Jesus 
and don't be mislead
in all the excitement we looked down to see
those that didn't see us 
those that didn't believe
they couldn't hear the Arch Angels voice
that we all heard so loud and clear
they didn't hear God trumpet
ringing in our ears
all they know is a moment ago
we were standing with them near
they'll look around and try to find us
but the won't find us there
then a few will figure out 
where we all have gone
they'll try to remember stories
we told them all along
some will dust off bibles
they use for a family tree
others will try to find the answer
on radio or t.v.
then they'll finally get the news  so bad
a confusing message 
about a Tribulation so sad
Christ has come and took his church away
and left them to suffer the last seven days
(End Of Part I)to be continued


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As We Pass Through Winter

     The trip is short
              there is no return route
            we must pass through this winter
without fear
           This season is marked by icy winds
and crystalline snowflakes
we'll challenge the winter freeze 
          with candles 
          which give off
          a sweet aroma
and spread light beneath a 
darkening sky
   yes, we'll feel the chill
Yet we now realize 
that our journey will be fruitful
       and that thowe who preach despair
will be swept away by the winter wind
and put to rest
   by the songs we sing
and by the glow of our life's energy - which is now dormant
         but will be revived in due time
and though we are buffeted 
         by the winds of time and change
we will leave our legacy 
    to the next generation
who will face the stormy weather
       with the same resolve 
we show 
       in our best moments       


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Hurricane Katrina's Unavoided Heeds !

Rain drops splashed hard against my face...
Winds swirled about in many a place.Roofs
and tree tops flew off through out the
air...All damaged property was spread all
about,and everywhere.After hurricane
Katrina-FEMA fell asleep at the wheel..They
were slow in helping people to rebuild and
to heal!Those in charge were too slow to
act...Fema was too slow to make contact and
react!How can we put faith in people who
are left in charge?Government officials are
like wolves set loose in a chicken coop...
Oh so careless and loose at large!Trailers
are needed to be placed on land...Supposed
by God loving people,don't seem to want to
lend a realty lending hand!Katrina could 
have been avoided...If expert's warnings had
been so heeded,all loss of life and money
would have been voided and not needed!
01-11-2006'.



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We get Hot too (2005)

If a girl shows a bit of flesh, boys peep
Don’t we get hot in the summer, its not to look cheap
We get labeled and treated like crap
We are not there for a tickle or a slap
We want to look and feel good
Why should be cover up in a hood?
Yes girls are vulnerable but that is not excuse
Dressing discrete is because we choose
Why is it ok for boys to walk around in the nude?
If we were to do that you would attack and be snide and rude
We want freedom to express
We can do without you will to suppress
We shouldn't be made to feel shame
If you were a girl you would feel the same


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Thank-You Garden

The garden is producing food
as we go about our day.
Without so much as a thank-you
this garden goes away.

While in full swing, we pick it's fruit
and never look back.
We haul it in as if it's loot
that fills our empty sack.

One day I'd like to thank-you
for the goodness you provide.
I hope I'll have the time to
but time passes like the tide.

No matter what you're thinking
I appreciate your care
Maybe you're just a garden,
but I'm sure glad you're there!!


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Why do I feel

          Summer time hits 
       and I feel like s.h.i.t
    Can't control this feeling inside of me
           I feel out of place
         I can't keep up with this race
      I'm constantly falling backwards
        Nothings happening  
      Why does this always have to be me
        I'm just a scared little girl 
        being force to grow up
       I have to face this world
       but they've denied me entry
         and it seems like everyone else
             has made it
           everyone knows exactly what to do
          and here I sit so out of place 
         and I don't know what to do
           So why do I feel 
          So useless inside
           It's how you made me feel
              when my access got denied
               I got denied the world
              Everyone keeps telling me I have to do something
               I can't just sit on my a.s.s 
            and expect things to happen
              But how am I suppose to 
                  make miracles
                        by myself
                     I need your help
                       Why do I feel
                          So alone?


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Star Lights

Fireplaces are fresh,
Cups hold hot coffee
Flannel shirts,
Denim jeans.
Stars are night lights
Untouched snow found.


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Watch the World Turn

The world turns,
Changing every second,
With every whisper of the wind
Every movement of the sea,
Every song of the birds,
All the earth is in motion

Look at your surroundings
And see the change incarnate

Watch as spring first begins –
The flowers in their bloom
The trees all green and glorious
The sky a crystal clear,
All the world seems light and weightless
We see nature and smile at its beauty

Watch as spring bursts into summer –
The sun shining brighter,
The air feeling warmer,
The heat healing the earth,
All the world is free and cheerful
We feel fresh, vivacious and content

Watch as summer rolls into autumn –
The leaves turning all shades of orange
Nature taking on a deeper hue,
The cool starting to finally sink in,
All the world begins, school, work, and play
We adjust to a new routine 

Watch as autumn fades into winter –
The air getting crisper,
The days becoming shorter,
Glittering snow falling softly to the earth,
All the world is comfortable and cozy
We settle down to warm by the fire

Look at your surroundings,
And see the change incarnate
With every breath you take,
Watch the world turn.


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THE BRAMBLE ROSE

Deep in summer wood 
where beauty grows 
This garden, 
home of the bramble rose 

This high wall 
bordered in pink 
The bramble rose, 
high above us all 

Soft ferns of jade 
This green,                                                                                                                       
does not fade 
Hidden delights to be seen 

Delicate blooms with petals of pink 
nestle with flowers of deep yellow 
Such colour, makes you blink 
Fills you with wonder so 

Moss covered stone, 
gentle trickle of stream 
I am alone 
In the garden of my dream 

Blue butterflies abound 
Hear the bird song, 
all around 
Soft hum of  bees, 
through the trees 

The bramble rose 
encircles the dell 
How wonderful is grows, 
by the old well 

The soft scent 
from the bramble rose 
Its' pastel pink flower, 
enriches me so, 
as I sit beneath this shady bower 

This garden seat 
beneath bramble rose 
Away from the heat, 
leave behind your woes 

Sit back and enjoy, 
hum of bees through the trees, 
Colours to make you blink 
from flowers yellow and pink 
Deep in summer wood 

This garden, 
deep in summer wood, 
where beauty grows 
Home of the bramble rose 


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JESUS remembers me

Out in the middle of nowhere,
where nobody wants to go there...

The world goes on, 
my loved ones carry on,
I'm here but I'm not here;
standing motionless.

Out where I feel alone and weary,
JESUS comes to me,...

My heart once was stone,
but He broke it and now I own Him as my King,
The One who died for me.

Out in the middle of nowhere,
JESUS remembers me...

(c) Jan. 25, 2007 Rosemarie Schrock


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REFLECTION

Each in turn the days go by
with their wonders to be seen.
Throughout each day the changing sky
beckons reflection for the eye so keen.

Many are they who wander life's path
and never take the time
to reflect on the day except through wrath
so they deny such beauty sublime.

I tell you, grateful is the heart
that can see the smallest things
as gifts from a loving God
who desires your heart to sing.

Let His blessings grace your days on earth
and refuse vain murmuring and strife.
In this it is that you live your worth
and fulfill the days of your life.

Douglas L. Ace


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There's Something About Ma Ma's Christmas Tree

There's something about Ma Ma's Christmas tree
ornaments tinsel blinking lights and popcorn strewn
about  by her grandchildren's  little hands to plainly see
the angel nestled on top blessing for all who comes passes she
fresh scent of pine lingering about ticking our noses like a soft country breeze
presents big and small stacked upon each other for her big family
bows falling from the gifts tightly wrapped  only by she
needles upon the skirt sticking to our hands and our little knees
Christmas bulbs reflecting  off our silly little faces ever so jolly
Mama taking snap shots of us all standing in front of her six foot tree
but nothing was more beautiful that could be given to she
Except for my heart who I miss giving to Ma Ma who always stood by me






RIP MAMA  {1934 - 2005}
Love Ya And Miss Ya


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Wind Mountain


High above the horizon
rises your form of gray Zion.
Shawls of majestic boughs
of evergreens.

The ground covered with pine needles
the essence of nature blows in the wind.
Serene Silence evolves here in Mother Nature.

Ray fingers from the spirit sun, dance
caressing the heartbeats of brown earth.
The small mountain variety of flowers,
bloom and flourish in this rich soil.

I sit quietly and mediate,
I am one with the rolling
streams, floral bounty, winds,
that toil on this mountain.

Here on Wind Mountain I come to
the great spirit in the heavens,
one as a child of his creation.



 I am always drawn to nature and spiritual inspiration in the end. For me when the world
seems cruel and overbearing to live within I withdraw to the Creators Zion.


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On Wings

    The summer passes
like all things
     but holding onto 
the candles we have lit
  we can circumvent 
the passage of time
   our small lights
will continue to shine
   through fall and on
into winter
    In the waning of the
year
    We'll continue to 
celebrate
   the fact that we have 
our songs to sing
       and our voices 
shall rise 
          up to the heavens
  past the chill, we'll find 
warmth
       Although it must come to and 
end
     we'll laugh in the face of time
again and again
         Althoa


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natures greeting

i sit in awe,
Just listening,smelling and feeling.
Taking in all i can see.
A gent al mist rises from the running water as it saturates the rocks.
The sun glistens like thousands of diamonds drifting with a quiver of life.
Birds sing joyful songs wile the wind brushes against my skin as if to greet me and then
dances away through the trees.
The air,filled with a sweet smell of water and fresh pine fill my every breath.
Truly God has created all this to cleanse our souls.
I feel an overwhelming awe.


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Change of Season

 Gentle white clouds
beam forth
Kisses of late autumn sunshine.
Flora select the sweet nectar 
from untimely, fading
  deep shades of colors
   hiding the burden
  of approaching winter
underneath 
September’s pleasures.


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Autumn Pantoum

On this autumn day
In the heart of the city
The sun will have it's say
The leaves look so pretty

In the heart of the city 
Joy fills the air
The leaves look so pretty
It's life without care

Joy fills the air
This day is a dream
It's life without care
We are not what we seem

This day is a dream
Heat from above
We are not what we seem
From the sky comes love

Heat from above 
The sun will have it's say
From the sky comes love
On this autumn day


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What's His Name

Tell me if you know
Who He is that has established
All the ends of the earth and designed each flake of snow
That falls and blankets hills
Like His holy Child at birth.  Tell me if you know

Who has gathered up the wind
In the hollow of His hands and calmed torrents that rage and blow
As He walked on the high seas
And gave them His commands.  Tell me if you know

Who has wrapped up those waters 
In the bosom of His cloak wringing it so that they will flow
And shower down from above
Like the Word He has spoken.  Tell me if you know

Who from Heaven has gone back up 
And seen God face to face, who first descended below 
But was resurrected by His Father
And gave the Way to the heavenly place.  Tell me if you know...

What's His Name and His Son.


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Writer's Block

I am ready, set on the mark to go
Run in between the white lines
Waiting for the gunfire.


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Maiden,Mother And Crone

Laughing ageless child, butterflies and hyacinths.
Spring showers raining down upon your fresh 
young face.Embrace the morning,
heart lifted by the sweet smell of life reborn,
new loves and all things undiscovered.
Gentle caressing hand sweeping across the stars.
Ever watchful as we sleep.
You cradle us within your earthy arms, protected.
A lullaby sung by night birds fills 
the air and it carries to all corners. 
Teacher of all things, sprinkle the 
sleep sand of 
the ever rest into our eyes.
Silently turning the wheel of time.
We pass into the summerlands, 
restful and all knowing.
Guided by your wrinkled hand,
we travel in peace and in love 
to join in the spiral dance of time.


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Seasons

The air comforting my skin
Walking amongst those never forgotten
A tear rolls down, for it’s sorely missed
Happiness seen a fraught the many around
I lie there wondering where it all went
But a smile returns as the leaves turn back color
The sun longer lit, as brighter days return
For tomorrow time comes back around
As it always will do
For a sweet day once missed
Returns back to new.


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Loves Higher Power

Broken hearts bound by sorrow,  fall to depths unknown;
to what depth they do fall. I fear it can't be known.

Hearts of woe in expectation are not of the souls desires and so begins an 
upward rising. A higher power speaks to each heart of sin...

" My love is unlike any other, eternal, true and deep;
it will follow you. My love is forever!  I will turn you unto me. "

The heart desires to love again, Who's heart has heard those words?
Do you understand,  loves higher power is grand!


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Summer Lights

Endless delight
        as songs of 
time
wing their way 
into
     our minds and hearts
All the while, a moth sits waiting 
outside our window
  Let's get up and dance!
Dancing will lead us to freedom
Songs will show us the way
Moths are attracted 
to light
We're attracted to sounds, light, and the promise of a better day
We'll fly like the moth around our lightbulb
   cutting through the torrid atmosphere
           seeking peace 
on a summer evening
Before you drift off to dreamland I will ask you
Did you notice the fireflies 
glowing in our garden?


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Dusk

Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes
     In the sky
Charcoaled veined branches
     Pushing and piercing
Entangled knotted wooden arms
     Acquiring the sky
Captivating territory
     Pressing into spongy soft
Of early darkness.

Molding their wishes into Blue
     Tranquility cut, scissored-in
As hurrying birds chisel their way
     Into darkening
Descending day.


     


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Glitches

I watch from a distance as all four corners unfold.
Stars fall from the sky and Mountains fall in the Seas.
And in the flowerbeds the blooms wither away fleeing with bees.
The Sun strikes down upon the Earth revealing a story untold.

The Moon stands guard and the trees stand up straight.
Waiting and waiting for a shattered billowing breeze.
Happy is thy fate.
And down on thy knees.

The clouds sway in the midnight skies.
The whole world sees you with open eyes.
Quaking and dawning it all must be done,
One by one the glitches are weeded and gone.

Roaring abroad is the Oceans beds and now smut is the dust.
Glitch by glitch straightening them all out is an absolute must.

®Registered: Ann Rich   2006


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Welcoming Goodbye

                The afternoon breeze 
                teases the ring-dancing 
                ripples on the smooth 
                lagoon,


                as feathery clouds 
                whiff low across the pale, 
                much-too-early, crescent 
                moon.


                The setting sun sleepily 
                sinks into the sea, 
                'neath the crimsoning 
                sky,


                as shadows of fading 
                light herald this very 
                day's welcoming 
                goodbye.


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THIS SENTIMENTAL SEASON

When warm and gentle winds
flutter and lull the lustruous lilacs
so discontent of the primroses,
the drooping willows
deepen in their sorrows,
and as in an angelic apparition:
there comes into view
a friendly ballerina dressed in blue
to perform an ardent ballet
in her red dancing shoes that match
her golden,glazing barrette...
unlikely a hand-manipulated marionette!

Unpretentious and pretty ballerina,
invent another unrealistic aurora...
like the one that appears in the northern sky,
to make believe that is still daytime:
to attune your mood to a symphonic music
that can be enjoyed by us! 

When the blue-jays refuse to sing,
use your rhythmic swing
to overwhelm us with sheer delight;
this sentimental season 
repletes with amazing surprises:
to render and choose,
to keep in our thoughts and heart
the purpose of true reason!

Irresistible and elegant ballerina,
perform a dance rarely seen by critics...
be of a joyful spirit without nostalgia,
be remarkable in your gestures and steps;
a daisy opens its petals at sunrise,
invulnerable joy carries you to crimson skies...
to increase your strenght and make you shine
more than the radiant sun above the horizon...   


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Morning Walk


In soft, pinkish robe—

on the shoreline rocks,

this fair bloom greets

the early morning ship

of dream, and presses 

my fingers on a dirty 

patched road of life.


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Moon in Phase

Wax and wane/ constant change
Tides will rise/ tides fall the same
With moon in phase/ bodies spin
Tides roll in/ tides ebb again
Revolve the earth/ elliptic line
Moonbeams shine/ signs of time
Moon on water/ Heavenly Father
Good tidings heard/ no more wander
In five moons/ coming soon
Eclipse of sun/ in the noon?
Red moon glow/ return of Son
Light is come/ darkness none
No moon in phase/ no sun but days
Constant tide/ one source of rays
Yet all the same/ tides roll in
Tides rise again/ no body spins


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DORMANT DAYS

Seasons
of emptiness-
barren,desert dry;..yet
these too may have God's purpose to
fulfill.


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Rainy Night

Rain drops beat on my window-
Beyond the crimson blinking light.
As candles drive the fear from night,
Little lakes and rivers flow.


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XMASS

Borne on the wind in the cold valley slipstream,
  Carried by rivers on ribbons of ice,
In the pines that sang to the corpse-grey sky
  From the earth that drank the blood of Christ;
Comes the spirit of Christmas present and past,
  The heart of nature, the stars and wood,
The ghost of a future, extolling rebirth,
  The vanquish of evil, the triumph of good.
Stitched in the bird song of red-breasted robins
  Suckled by fires of chestnut and coal,
Lit by the glimmer of crystal and gimcracks,
  Nursed in the fabric of each living soul;
Come the day of salvation for all that we are
  The mercy and goodness with hope reconciled,
When X times the MASS of the weight of humanity
  Equals vision reborn through the eyes of a child…?


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AWAKE

Awake, O' children of zion.Purpose and destiny is waiting on thee.
Awake,awake out of the slumber of your sleep and shake the dust off your feet.  
Awake, my child of zion the zeal of the Lord has gotten into thee.
Awake,my little ones.We must gird up and put our hands on the spiritual guns to 
build,and the guns that once killed.
Awake, Awake, O'children of zion.The kingdom conquering has begun.
Awake,Awake,can't you see that the victory is already won?
Awake,Awake.
So many degrees to everyone's destiny .
Victory is in the hand of all our destinies.
Awake, Awake, and again I say awake.
Time must run.Run, Run, because time has already begun.
Awake,Awake, the word of God had spread to all points east.
Awake,Awake,because north,south and west also has the  411 and the 222.
Awake,Awake,
this is where salvation is won.
Awake,the work was already in your destiny.


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Lest We Forget

Leaves change and then fall,
Trees once lush turn bare.
We see this cycle happen
year after year after year.

But what if the trees were communities,
families, friends --
full of joys, dreams
plans.

Along comes a war, cold and fierce,
much like the winter that's lurking near.
Men and women unite for a cause so dear,
Protecting their families, the victims, their peers.

Friends and family are now soldiers, and alike the leaves,
Are leaving their lives behind to fight for peace.
They fought with their might and fought so hard,
But many soldiers fell, the winds were harsh.

But alas, their effort helped their cause,
And the bitter times came to a pause.
As winter passes and on comes the spring,
Again grows the communities and their joys and dreams.

Joys and dreams are not free,
therefore we must decree:
Lives were lost, we must keep the debt,
for this cause we must NEVER forget.


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THE CROCUS

Today a golden crocus blooms
Where, only yesterday,
Upon the slumbering garden bed,
A winter blanket lay.
                                             
A glowing message sent from God,
This smiling child of spring,
To brighten winter's dreary end,
And cause my heart to sing.


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Shadows of Turning

One shadow.  Two shadows..  Three shadows... 
And two remain when the third one fades,
Until the light is directly behind me.  
And then there's just one.
As I move further away, a second and third one
Is cast from the light just ahead, 
And one of the three disappears
As the other joins the one behind me,  
Like an off-centered aura;
And when I walk from whence I came
There is my shadow and its aura in front of me,
Mimicking my every movement, until they join as one.
Then two others appear as I near a light,
The two at my side are strong,
As the one in front flickers away, 
So goes the one at my left side;
And the one behind, alone, slowly walks ahead of me.
Almost simultaneously disappearing, 
Until the shadow with an aura appears
And move around from back to left to front;
And so goes the cycle as I move from light to light, 
Until I see only one shadow,
Which slowly fades as I turn to go left, 
Then a lighter one angles long and leftward,
Disappearing quickly as the two reappear 
At an angle behind me, to my left, then a bit ahead
Until I turn left again and rest beside the column, 
And there I rest just me and my shadows.


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Celebrating Rainbows

After a healthy downpour of rain, 
Side by side, always the same
Today or tomorrow, a simple bow
The signal of hope, sunshine must follow 
A destined bond, family tied
Silhouette of unity, predesigned
A joyous echo, long established norm
Classical collision, ensured, conformed

If each color grew tired of the next 
Would independence leave us perplexed
Lava lamp like, these morphing beams
The stuff that’s only seen in dreams
Nature’s fireworks, marvel at the sights
Curse the sun’s interference despite
the churning clouds that bring the scent 
of awaited drops that must descent 

Which would you then celebrate  more
Winter, long nights and stars galore
and rainy days, bountiful displays
or summer beaches and butterfly ways
The future may one day demonstrate 
Impacts of change from the current state
For now, uplifting, shoulder to shoulder
Beauty, simplified, in the eye of the beholder 


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Seasons

                                                                Seasons

                                                   Springtime has passed,

                                                       Summer is a blast,
                                      
                                                 The Autumn mist is near;

                                    Yes, Fall has come and it won't be long,

                                                    Till winters chill is hear.

                                    With Seasons bloom the darndest things,

                                                The Willow's shad the bee,

                                      There is much surprise to wonder of,

                                                  Just take a look and see.

                                    Yes, nothing but pleasures for all to find,

                                          And believe it or not,  they are free...


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Some thing is coming.

  Yesterdays sun hides behind today's over cast while tomorrows storm echos in 
the distant ,
  the dense sun light prepares us for the rain, the fall leafs soon will be changing 
color again,
  the chill breeze we fill on our backs means winter is coming, time to work like 
the preparing ant.
  snowbirds scatter, mosquito's stings will soon leave our thoughts for the cold 
bears a bad fillings for our two friends.
  
The smell brings to mind the holidays Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the thought 
of another passing year,
  a time for family , memories of the loved ones that past and the new members 
who joined us,
    we will sit break bread and toast to the future, treasure the present as we 
laugh so hard at the past we twinkle a tear.
  the holidays when all is forgiven and the rest is put behind, for now it`s about  
love and happiness.

So let the clouds roll in, allow the leafs to change, and bring on the cold,
  it`s that time of the year when we warm our hearts,
it`s that time of the year when we have them to hold.
  and it`s that time of the year when the healing from the year starts.     
  


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It is Good (Part I)

In the beginning God created the Heaven and the Earth
But He didn't make the world in just one day,
For darkness was upon the face of the deep,
And the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
There was no sky.  There was no dry ground			#1

There was no vegetation, no sun, no moon, no stars.
There were no land creatures.
There was neither man nor woman,
But on the first day, God said, "Let there be light."
And there was only light yet God saw that it was good.	                     #2

Separating the light from the darkness
He called the light "day" and the darkness "night",
And so there was evening and morning, the first day.		#3

Yet the earth was formless and empty
So on the second day God called an expanse between the waters
And separated the water under the expanse from the water above it.
He called the expanse "Heaven".  It was so.			#4

On the third day with His Word God gathered the water under the sky
To one place and dry ground appeared, which he called "Earth".            #5
		
The gathered waters He called "seas",
And God saw that it was good.				#6

He also told the land to produce seed-bearing plants
And trees bearing fruit with seed in it.  It was so,
But still there was no sun, no moon, no stars.			#7

There were no sea creatures, no birds and no land creatures.
There was neither man nor woman;
Yet, God saw that it was good.				#8

But because the day and night had no governors,
On the fourth day God commanded lights in the heaven
To separate day and night and serve as signs
To mark the seasons, days and years, and it was so.		#9

There were two great lights, the sun to rule the day
And the moon to rule the night.  He also made the stars
And set them in the expanse to give the land light.		#10
	


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Autumn

Crimson and umber tones swirled in delightful displays.
Glistening and dancing underneath warm, shining rays.

Soft breezes shower trees with aromas when they sway.
Flamboyantly exhibited high on each cool autumn day.

Elegantly you lovingly drift to the earth, serene and gay.
In piles you rustle while the children scamper and play.

Soon hues of winter will blanket in white, blue and gray
How I wish the stunning insignia of autumn would stay.


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Tis Season

It is the season of giving thanks, of being thoughtful of all those that came before.
The tradtions that are developed and loved.  Food that warms the heart and 
comforts the soul.
Thanksgiving is the time of year for apprecation of what you have.
Of giving thought to those that have sacrificed to give what we have.
Of love cherishing the moments we are given.
There is no better than time than now to stop and reflect on our actions.
Of aiming to be a better sort.
I love this time of year.  The sights of fall leaves, the smell of pumpin spice
 in the air.  The first taste of turkey, the food, the family that gather to celebrate the 
year that we have had.
This is the time to truly look out and see the wonder that is our home.
So A Happy Thanksgiving to all.


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Natural Change

His hand dipped into the river
As the current took the fallen leaves
Cupping the water to his lips
He knelt for a moment to grieve

The changes occurring, dramatic
The landscape, subjected to change
He realized the cycle continues
As seasons of life rearrange

He watched the changing of seasons
As he sat on the river’s high hill
Noticing for the first time, the beauty
He knew nothing…ever remained still

As change is a natural progression
One should ride, as the river does flow
Changing is easy, like the seasons
Along with it, then beauty does grow


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Spring Again

Whispering bees arrange themselves outside
They gather their fur skirts
And whisper down the lane
Allergies come until the season completes itself.


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Midnight Falls

The rising of the sun casts all into light
outlying the minute details of life
the hardship and struggle
and deprivation of hope.
The sun follows a dedicated route
from east to west never a new path
just like life itself
the same aches and pains dripping dripping
constantly through the I.V implemented
the symbols never change the seasons 
the seasons never change their symbols
the plight of man can be simple enough
I can never be satisfied I want more
I need to want more
our minds can stretch beyond its borders
but yet we fall short of glory 
time after time
just to reset time when time has come
just as midnight falls 
so do we