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Spring Bud

                                
                                 
                                  
                                 
                                
                                 My 
                               breath
                          shivers under  
                       a rug of loneliness,
                    a sleepy heart huddles
                   against such memories 
                 of togetherness and not of 
               goodbyes, hating to disperse 
               the fiery rhymes of your lips, 
                as well as the warmth of its 
                 sweat...tastes like red wine, 
                   then it beats...and beats
                     gently, as it envisions
                          you, in an early
                                misty
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Let Me Go

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

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

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

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

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




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The 4 seasons of you

I was thinking of the seasons
when suddenly
i was reminded of you
how you loved me and taught me
all about
the 4 seasons of you

I was dormant in my ways
confused by the meaning of the word content
but like a SPRING downpour
you drenched my thoughts
and planted a seed in my soul
then slowly my love for you
began to grow

Suddenly, in a blink of an eye
our delirious passion
was overpowering and explosive
on-going, like a relentless SUMMER heatwave
refusing to show any mercy

But as time paced itself
steadily on course
you predicted
the infectious novelty of my hungry desires
would eventually come tumbling down
like a leaf on a FALL tree
once bright with color
now, on the ground
succumbing to its eventual fate
of loneliness

In the end
no words were spoken
just a heart that was
broken...
frozen, Like a twig
brittle with frost
lying in it's WINTER grave
never to be part of something good again

I was thinking of the seasons
i was reminded of you
how you used to love me
and teach me about
the 4 seasons of you!




Details | Sedoka | |

November Dreams

We lie ‘neath the oak on a carpet of brown leaves that lost their amber glory. With eyes tightly shut, we envision spring’s return— hoping our love does the same.
*Written October 6, 2014


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STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

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


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Bringing Autumn (Trijan Refrain)

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

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

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




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


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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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Living Seasons Through

Bodies together
Pressed against the cold, harsh night
We hold on to love

In the sweet, soft spring
We lay on a tall, steep hill
And hold on to love

Summer's baking heat
Hiding in the shade of trees
Still holding our love

The leaves are falling
Crunching beneath our footsteps
Forever, our love

We'll last through seasons
Enjoy our love together
Just you wait, my love.


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Indian Summer

Memories of autumn linger still
The pale sun loiters on the hill;
A prodigal year now grown old
Is gathering all her days of gold.
Flocks of birds now eager to go
We share the dream with footsteps slow;
We meet beneath the apple tree
Join hands in silent company.
We will not part love, oh not yet
Too soon the weary sun will set.

The crickets cease to sing their song
The gold and russet wilt away;
The crimson trees stayed too long
And all the sky is wet and grey.
We know at night the frost will fall
And scar the asters on the hill;
The golden rod and sumac all
Will feel the hand of winter's chill.

But love, it is not the time to part
I need to hold you near my heart;
Yesterday was such a golden smile
Today we might love awhile;
Till autumn dies and love forget
And we must leave, but dear not yet.


Details | Free verse | |

The Avenue

There, just beyond the door yard, she wanders
and I, hiding behind the curtain, catch glimpses
before she disappears up the avenue
that winds through the apple orchard.
Each morning I watch for her as she walks aimlessly.
Sometimes she steps across her previous step and spins,
dragging a broken branch she found,
and with her eyes closed---smiles.
On occasion she willingly falls, lying there,
still smiling and staring dreamlike at the branches
now laden with white blossoms and the busy humming of bees.
I wish I could know her thoughts--
but then, I fear they might be of some other love
instead of the wonder of this perfect spring day,
or, maybe she dreams of that love that she hasn't yet found.
Perhaps tomorrow I'll stroll---and say "Hello"?





Details | I do not know? | |

December to May

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Epic | |

Pledge of love and loyalty

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Walking with you

The icy wind blows through
blushing our cheeks,

Eyes stinging and watering,
and mouths tinted purple.

Snow flurries whirl around us
nipping at our ears;
making our breath white and heavy.

So, we pretend to smoke.

But wide grins give away our game
With hearts purging laughter,

We look long at each other,
Eyes glinting sincerely happy sighs.

City sidewalks stretching out
Before concrete winterlands,
And you and me walking,

Holding and swinging our hands.


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Echoing Resolve

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


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Moving Lightly

I move lightly at sixty,
a little less than the max.
Any faster, and the sunflower shells I spit
blow back in my face,
and any slower and the driver behind
becomes too distressed.

I move lightly at sixty,
homeward through the rural landscape,
past barns and combines,
engine humming, without straining,
secure that I need not be anywhere,
or anything, but myself.

I move lightly at sixty,
through the longer shadows of fall,
short days and warm afternoons,
trees variegated with the leafy
nostalgias of the year past,
and the years before.

I move lightly at sixty,
the old van's engine drones
as I "OM", indistinguishable
one from the other, both well worn,
and oblivious of the
years we show.

I move lightly at sixty,
no longer with a need to lie,
or prevaricate,
in love with every woman I see,
and no longer afraid
to say so.

I move lightly at sixty,
in love with the journey,
rather than the goal.
In love with the moment
rather than the hour and 
the need to mark it.

I move lightly at sixty,
bemused by public anger over
a rappers words, knowing they
are far less harmful
than the blood shed
in my time.

I move lightly at sixty,
ready to gear down if necessary,
still able to speed up if needed
to avoid the hazards
of an overactive ego
and libido.

I move lightly at sixty,
content to be alone,
joyful to have company,
regretting neither,
thankful for old friends,
and old loves.

I move lightly at sixty,
finding that not acting,
is as important as the act,
knowing that one can be undone,
and the other, can't.

I move lightly at sixty,
like a comfortable breeze
on a fall day, a thermal for a bird,
uplift for a friend,
a drying wind for a
tearful cheek.


Details | Ballade | |

A LOVER WITH GENTLE HANDS

Lover, touch her with a gentleness
which maker her quiver with passion;
when whispered words matter,
a delightful thought can enlighten
her sublime smile lost in happiness,
what else will she desires more than love?
Inside the fire is unquenchable,
and the joy is unsurmountable:
when it is started and given
by a lover with gentle hands;
a lover whose trust in her is pure!

In that meadow where wild flowers
are a dazzling red and invite fragile butterflies,
the waving grass of the fragrant hill
turns a solar yellow in extreme heat...
as two lovers  weave amazing dreams
by the shade of a willow tree;
and who knows this season better than they?

Lover with gentle hands,
never take those hands away;
keep caressing her, never pretend; 
and whenever she asks for another kiss:
be generous and make her delirious...
as the  southern wind brings
another fragrance of distant memories
that a forgetful lover leaves behind!

Even this memorable day is coming to its end,
and the kisses intensify as you wish for stars...
chasing away the scarlet sunset with impatient eyes;
and she gladly expresses that intense imotion,
never refusing, ever obedient and silently
she lets every sense be taken by imagination...
only feeling the gentle hands of a lover, who demands
nothing more than faithfulness and generosity!   
  


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The Seasons of Love

Oh, love in spring, you’re peridot, and new’s the grass; with dew - aglow! On clovered knoll ourselves we fling. You’re peridot, oh love in spring! In summer’s sun, love blazes red, and to the dune at dusk we’re led neath cobalt sky that’s crimson spun. Love blazes red in summer’s sun. When fall arrives, our hues change oft. Like leaves through winds of life we waft. Then comes the chill, but love still thrives. Our hues change oft when fall arrives. When snow descends, we’re changed to white, the color of reflected light. And though we die, pure love transcends. We’re changed to white when snow descends. March 25, 2014/ For the Dabbling in Poetry Forms Contest of gautami phookan


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Love finds a way

Life changes like the seasons
Laughter bubbles, tears flow.
There's a quiet look as the mind reasons
to let the sorrow go.

Colors change as hearts do,
Flavors seem so rich.
As a new beginning follows through,
The paths to truth have switched.

Thunder rumbled as lightning struck,
Water flooded the ground.
A different storm, life crumbled.
I watched as it tumbled down.

But now to rebuild with new parts,
Tears provide the mortar.
One fourth respect, One half love
With laughter as the other quarter.

I'll cry tears for all the pain,
But it lessens everyday,
And life has taught to put trust in fate,
And love will find a way.


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September

As Autumn ignites,
The leaves burn with ember glow.
They fall like ashes.


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My Worst Christmas Ever

Snow falls around us 
as we hug for the last time
Niether of us let go
Our first Christmas apart
since you met my parents
I feel as if holding on forever
could possibly prevent the end
As I look into your eyes
You brush a tear from my cheek
"I'll always love you," you say to me
As we kiss for the final time
I remember all the time spent talking when we met
Knowing you was enough back then
I never thought I would lose you
We finally let go
You brush back my hair and said not to cry
As you walked to your mom's car
it felt as if I died inside
You climbed in and closed the door
and we waved our final goodbye



Details | I do not know? | |

Two

Star-crossed lovers? Not even close
The two were brought together at first sight, it seemed no future
Came from different families. One  with an alcoholic mother. The other, never even saw a glimpse of his father.
The tale of two, both had only one pursue.
The feeling of gentle, soft, light, addictive emotion.
None had no clear dreams of tomorrow.
The nights are filled with courtship, a chase to impress the other.
One moment hot, one moment cold, the rest, just right.
Like a ripping mango, once green, now grew shades of yellow.
The days came, after one another. Filled with tears both of melancholy and joy.
Trials after trials, the tests made them tougher, stronger, milder.
Fights came about, shouts, screams, pure disaster.
Struggles were like winter. A way to make them closer, together, sharing warm laughter.
From there, the fruit of their shared endeavors resulted in four successors.
Each one varies, much like the seasons.
Yet all dream of creating presents to give to their creators.
Time ages all. Time heals it all. Time makes it all.
The two continues to smile together.
Reminiscing the past, revisiting memories that lasts.
They both continue to live, only to paint a better picture.
Time creates it all. Time tells it all. Time knows it all.
When will the two fall? When will it all dull?
Together, the two will awaken, the two will never be broken, the two will happen.


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12 days of Christmas Remix

On the First day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
A starfish from the vast sea
On the Second day a Christmas my true love gave to me...
Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Third day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing, Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Five pearl rings,Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving, Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling, and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eight eerie eels, Seven seals swimming,Six silver dollars,Five pearl rings,Four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Nine Norway lobsters, Eight eerie eels,Seven seals swimming,six silver dollars,five pearl rings, four whales waving,three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the Tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters,eight eerie eels, seven seals swimming, six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing,two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me...
Eleven teeny frog eggs, Ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, Eight errie eels, Seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, five pearl rings, four whales waving, three dolphins dancing, two crabs crawing and a starfish from the vast sea
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me…
An aquarium to keep them happy, Eleven teeny frog eggs, ten tiny turtles, Nine Norway lobsters, eight eerie eels , seven seals swimming, Six silver dollars, Five pearl rings, four whales waving,Three dolphins dancing,Two crabs crawling and a starfish from the vast sea.

 "remix 12 days xmas song"
BY:Sabina
12/11



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Autumn Alone



Dearest Autumn of glory and rage of windswept memory still alive on the page I ponder and dream of love once held for now the dusty book alone on the shelve If only to rekindle a fire of orange glow a lifetime of promise of love I bestow Each leaf of gold fire tattered torn..........


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A Season's Dance


She yearns for summer’s stage
as snowflakes minuet,
to escape winter’s cage
for summer’s footloose steps. 

A dream of sun-swept days
and bright-winged floating trails, 
of surf’s and sand’s sashays
spellbound by cobalt veils.

She waits for fall’s fair waltz
as heavy air heel-toes. 
Longing for vibrant vaults,
leaves choreographed show.

And while the foliage glides,
she prays for spring’s parade. 
Ne’er to be satisfied
with current dance displayed. 

Oh my, how petals sway
and raindrops pirouette.
Her love of springtime wanes
amidst the merriment. 

She calls to winter come
again and dance with me.
The rhythmic season’s hum, 
her playful fantasy.

Swirling, spinning, swinging
on starlight, seasons dance.
Twisting, tapping, turning -
the motions of romance.

She hopes one day to find 
the partner she adores.
Each season’s steps remind
of love she’s waiting for.




By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders 
10-4-13
for A Season's Dance Contest 
Sponsor: Gail Angel Doyle


Details | Dizain | |

Winter's Return

November blew in: dark, dream-mystical;
voids of loneliness ached in us each night.
But love shone from shadow, transcendental,
comforting us with empathy's insight,
pressed close in a dazzling spill of starlight.

Cold winds of loss blew both our worlds apart.
Yet hope plants evergreen seeds in lost hearts;
leaves turn, the season's colours churn and burn.
Solace sparks from dark as the year departs,
and time waits for love with winter's return.


Details | Kyrielle | |

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!





Details | Free verse | |

Uncle Jim

1963.
I ran crying to Uncle Jim, standing by the barn door.
We hugged, and I tried to hold the smell of him,
of Vermont -- Old Spice, oatmeal, rotting leaves in crisp October air.
"Oh, kid, you and me, kid ... you and me," he said. 
But the car was waiting, all packed.
My grandparents yelled one more time, to come.
He stood alone, waving goodbye, his head held
to one side, a war injury. 
Perhaps that's why he drank.
Or maybe it was living so far away from us,
in a wild place, where snow is measured in feet.
On winding roads, I cried for two hours, through valleys of orange and yellow and graveyards of granite, where men with stovepipe hats and ladies with hoop skirts lay side by side underneath the green.
A blur of steeply pitched roofs went by.
Was Uncle Jim, by now surely in his house watching snowy TV, crying, too?
1975.
Uncle Jim is dead, at least he told me so, as he stood by my bed one night.
2013.
Even now, when I think of Uncle Jim, and how he held me, what he said to me in 1963, I still cry.
Even now.


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Memories on Branches

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

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

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

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


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring's Budding Romance


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


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Memories On Branches

I remember well, the walk we took, along the river's edge
Where we pledged our love beneath wild oaks, as leaves were turning red
The morning fresh with sparks of dew, quietly dripping down
to sprinkle teardrops on our heads, like diamonds in a crown
The crimson sky as seasons changed, would quickly say goodbye
Change would come as no surprise, and branches swooned to cry.

Then bundled warm, we'd stroll along, still charmed by nights of love
while branches of the autumn trees, would scatter light above
The trees would shed their amber leaves,...gold changed from rust to brown
and as we walked, I do recall, the change of season's sound
The silence of the season fell, and all the green was gone

And then the snow, one night would fall, and branches pillowed high
Our muffled footsteps, walked through lace of winter's lullaby
We still held hands, and through the gloves, I felt the love you held
Beneath the boughs, the snow came down, until the springtime fell
It finally came, while blossoms sprang, and captured in the spell
were budding boughs, and fragrant scent, and somehow birds could tell...

A robin sang, to welcome us, and meadow larks were heard
The petals flew upon the wind, and soon the green returned
A breeze announced the changing guard, and summer was disturbed
We would sit, while petals fell, and catch them from above
Our shelter in the seasons past.......at last had christened love




   _______________________________
3/7/14 By Carrie Richards
Written for "Memories On Branches" contest


Details | I do not know? | |

(It Feels) Like: This too shall pass

Like the end
Like a death
Like you cant catch your breath
Like it wont end
Like the pain will kill you
Like tomorrow will be full of more pain
Like your heartbeat will stop
Like no one likes you forever
Like you will never love again
Like all you ever known has rejected you
Like your soul is crying
Like your darkest place has kicked you out
Like you will never recover
Like you are the ONLY one
Like you can’t go own another moment
Like you are the biggest fool
Like the LIE is real
Like the truth did not set you free
Like she is the only love
Like being ask to live the rest of your life without LOVE
Like there is no forgiveness for you
Like God stop your blessings
Like you have flat lined but didn’t die
Like you die every every day every day
Like you are the worst person ever
Like God doesn’t love you
Like you won’t make it back from the pain
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like you want to weep
Like there will never be someone who adores you…for you
Like your heart is broken
Like you can’t go on
Like you love a love that don’t love you back
Like you don’t know how to love, so it asks to be excused and leaves
Like your life and your love won’t ever matter
Like you want be blessed anymore 
Like you have wasted so much time…
Like you want to just die… (Make the pain stop)
Like hope is as hope does…no hope for you
Like they get away ….Free and clear
Like you are left broken 
Like they get to live HAPPY EVER AFTER
LIKE: THIS TOO SHALL PASS


Details | Ballad | |

Lost Lover

The carcass of my subliminal words echo through smoke filled corridors... it is an intricate dance where the subjective yearning of broken hearts and confused minds labor.
This is the food of the poet, deep emotion transcribed through longing, like the kiss of a long lost lover... feeling her... almost touching her... but she is gone.

So you wake up to sorrow and tend the flames of the candle of your heart, feeling her... but she is a ghost... you pray tomorrow she will come... the inspiration of a lovers heart, yearning to be touched. Dancing back and forth in this mired dungeon, from the window to the wall. Wondering if there are any roses in your garden that you could pluck for her before the seasons wilt young virulent life.

The life of a heart bleeding for seasons long passed when the dreams of champagne lips was the promise of tomorrow's wedding... When you find that you married the broken shards of a schizophrenic mind. That your wife has danced away and all you can do is to curse the wind that whispers of her a thousand miles away.

But maybe tomorrow, when you tend the flames again... the wind carries memories of new beginnings... maybe tomorrow, holding hands with a lover's shy smile... maybe tomorrow, she will let you begin again. We are in love with the seasons and dark winters eventually fade to spring.


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A walk with me

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

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




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Christmyths

If we read the gospel well,
We notice no one rang a bell,
To announce the saviour’d come,
And then when we learn of his mum,
There’s no mention of her donkey ride,
Or of the animals inside,
The stable were the child slept,
It does not tell us if he wept,
And of the weather? Did it snow?
Well we simply do not know,
It rarely snows in the West Bank,
Would be unlikely, to be frank,
And was Jesus born at night?
Did they at least get that part right?
Well it simply does not say,
It mentions not the time of day,
And that’s not all, not by far,
Shepherds saw Angels, Not a star,
It doesn’t say they gave a sheep,
(They were poor and lambs weren’t cheap!)
The Bible tells us many things,
But did not call the wise men Kings,
It doesn’t even call them men,
It only calls them magi then,
It says nowhere they numbered three,
Or if from the Orient they’d be,
It does say that our Lord arrived,
Lived a good life, was crucified,
Just to take away our sin,
So heaven will allow us in,
And this is the truth I will defend,
But just how can a footstep bend?


Details | I do not know? | |

THIS IS CHISTMAS

There are many holidays,
But only one is Christmas.
There are things that I don't know,
But I am sure of this much:
That Jesus Christ was sent from God,
And we have chosen this date
To observe the Savior's virgin birth--
To sing His praise, and celebrate.


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Shadows Reversed

                                               Shadows Reversed

                                       Luxurious spring blew into my ear
                                         nesting birds delighted senses
                                                  just sprung from dreams
                                morning prayers were simply shadows
                                      as I smelled your sweet womanhood

                               I readied your bath of silken warm water--
                        lilac soap lay ready to kiss your neck's curling hairs
                                    my heart bursting with lusty joy
                                                     popped like a silver bubble--

                                                to find you the shadow

V Anderson-Throop
2014  Valdez, Alaska







V. Anderson Throop
June 9, 2014
Valdez, Alaska


Details | Tanka | |

Your Absence

hear me call your name a hushed love song on the breeze spring becomes summer sun beams cause blistering pain and shine light on your absence


Details | Free verse | |

violet forever

Winter whispers goodbye as
  aggressive March cleanses
the Earth in preparation for 

yellow hyacinths and
                             purple irises.

Free spirits enter with the 
          fierce wind, anticipating
renewal, living...yet waiting...

                      for always.


Details | Free verse | |

Beneath Cool Green Shade

Beneath cool green shade
we roil in inner undulations--
a fever of hands, a pox
of sunlight glinting
high canopies of summer trees.

Creeks crackle, clear
water molding speckled
pebbles as laughter
churns cooling shade
slipping past memories,
holding moments briefly --
white seeds of cottonwood
spinning in sun, settling
listlessly on a skin
of stream.


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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


Details | I do not know? | |

Autumn Song

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


Details | I do not know? | |

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.


Details | Ballad | |

COLD TOMBSTONE

I came here with flowers
held gently to my sobbing chest,
to bring them to my dearest;
I have departed from the living,
to come face to face with my ending...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone...
engraved with a name too sweet,
and yet so painful to call it out;
the heat in my throbbing veins
could warm it up with a loving wish before dawn;
but who can resurrect someone from death?

This morning is dazzled by an intense sun,
carnations, flags and tombstones
perfectly blend as the swaying pines 
offer their breeze and soothing shade towards noon;
why are the noisy larks hiding,
and melancholically sing?

I rushed here to release these tears
and let them roll from these eyes,
like raindrops falling on this very quiet place:
where tranquility is as eternal as Paradise...

I lay my flowers at this cold tombstone,
feeling a presence so known;
others before me have knelt and cried, 
not to forget whom they lost and dearly loved...



Details | Fibonacci | |

Her Poet



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


Details | Free verse | |

Lolly

Obviously, I am kissed 
Once more by destiny 
When clock touching
The summer moonlight night
Without pain
And, flatten the thought 
By the buzzing bug
With a fiery lips, awaking 
My lonesome blood 
Into whacking as I fell 
Into her breath
With its natural scent 
Like Venus, the god
Wrapped my lonely body 
By sweet loving hand 
That I felt like 
Lolly candy
Wanting… 
To be licked 
By you, again and again  


Details | Verse | |

It Rains This Time Of Year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Golden Summer

Warm damp hair
Dew drops hang from loose curls;
Refracting rays of golden summer
Dance across a placid surface

Enveloping cool caressing currents
As bronzed arms pump and glide
Buoyant form sluicing toward the dock

Trickling water runs down my back
As I stretch up to kiss
Your warm damp hair
As your body shimmers,
In refracting rays of golden summer


Details | Senryu | |

Season of Peace

Mean spiritedness
Shall not prevail this season
Peace to all mankind


Details | I do not know? | |

Remain True

Letters fall into place of words,
Comes naturally by grace,
Gifted in the penmanship.
A poet is born for such a time as this.
Bushy eyes fight the limited opening,
Reading on.
Mind invites the heart.
When the spirit flows,
The reader is one with the ink master,
Loyally is established.
Beginning of all what the poet may travel.
Between the publishers & the critics?
Believe not.
Faithfulness dwells in two,
Not so much the reader.
The uncommonly one,
Poetess.
Soul travel is a must of never-ending walk on Poetic Earth.
Heart indeed to see beyond one's point of view,
Yet remain true.
Spirit into the flight,
Rubbing fingertips with the Foundation of the Blessed Untouched.
Homestead in one place,
Homeless the poet will find in the final hours.
Loyally of the readers?
I do believe relationships goes two ways...
Clever new magical words,
Casting spells only last a season.
Sweet nothing into the ears,
Treated like a woman who has heard it all.
The mist to an end.
Fame simply dies,
And the readers move on...


Details | Quatrain | |

Frozen Farewell

Frost bit lovers 
standing in the snow
Trying not to trust
what the other seems to know
Parting in the cold 
seems a fitting thing to me,
Opened up their aching hearts
and let their love fly free.


Details | Free verse | |

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!


Details | Sonnet | |

I Love Spring

It''s great to see the leaves again
To see the flowers grow
Spring excites me so
I love the freshness of the rain
I can shake off winter's aches and pains
As I listen to the March winds blow
Spring is a wonderful time I know
Spring is here to keep me sane
Now I hear the red robin chirp
I see the sun shining bright
I want to play and not work
Out in the pretty sunlight
Where life is new and pure
I love Spring of that I'm sure!


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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


Details | Cinquain | |

Snowflake

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


Details | Acrostic | |

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


Details | Italian Sonnet | |

Lady Autumn's Ball

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


Details | Verse | |

Wildflowers

Standing out in a field alone, a little white flower named Daisy longed for someone to share her world.
One day a blue flower named Bachelor Button entered her world they became friends.
 She knew by his name that he was not the propagating kind, but that didn’t stop their relationship she called him BB short for best bud.
The seasons of Spring & Summer they enjoyed the sun, laughed in the rain and held on fast in the Fall.
Winter came it was long and hard they were both covered in a blanket of snow, not knowing whether they would ever see each other again or even survive .The snow fell     then came the ice, this went on for months.

The Sun shone brightly the first day of spring. A few days later warmth of the sun melted the snow, Daisy popped up .
 I’ve been waiting days for you to come out, said BB, they both chanted hooray!
The snow was completely gone in a few days, the birds started building their nests , bugs were crawling around ,butterflies began to visit the two flowers. I wish there were more of us Daisy said, to BB.

They laughed as the sun and wind blew through their leaves.  Then it started the sun and rain took turns until one morning the air & field was filled with the smell of flowers.
 
Daisy and BB looked at each other and asked what kind of flowers are these ? they’re not white like daisies they’re not blue like bachelor buttons. They did not know the birds and bugs carried the seeds from the two of them and the caterpillars buried them under the soil.
The seeds from the new flowers were then carried by the winds many miles away, they landed in fertilized gardens and flourished, although they faced danger everyday. 
as they were called WEEDS ..
 The Gardener pulls weeds out of the garden so they don’t choke the flowers, which cost a lot of money and require lots of maintenance.

However there was a Gardener who saw her friends spending hours weeding their garden , that they didn’t have enough time to admire and enjoy the labors of their love
So she set out to give a home to all the weeds ,she provided a place where they could fit in and multiply, they required no maintenance, rain provides their water .

The best part of all is their beauty is in the eye of the beholder.
 Ask my granddaughter-- What are those flowers in the garden ?
  She will answer "WILDFLOWERS " their parents were Daisy and BB


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God Has Made Everything Beautiful In His Time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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The Masters

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

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 | 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 | Free verse | |

Let us walk together

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

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

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

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


Details | Sestina | |

Joy to world within

Omnipresent is Joy
Barefoot morn walk in garden
Soothing sight of silky blanket of grass
Morning dew globules sparkling 
As if bathing Blades in freshness
Greenery splashed on earths canvas 

Buds swinging, radiant Natures canvas
Eager to unlock youth freshness  
Flowers gleeful as butterflies perch joyfully 
Esoteric on pollination in garden
Fragrance radiating, amidst grass 
Aroma filled atmospheres sparkling 
   
First Rays splashing golden on natures canvas 
Aiding photosynthesis,energy joyful 
Plant and human balancing ecological freshness 
Plants in orderly arrangement in garden 
Seeds germinating in silence with invisible sparkle
Sacrifice, seed for tree, uneven blades for uniform grass    
 
Mountains, rocks forever fresh
Treasure of minerals,herbs,grass
Wall to rain bearing clouds,life of many gardens
Mother to many rivers, oasis in natures canvas
Treasure of minerals, herbs, grass
Seat of saints for Peaceful joy 
Protecting ecological sparkle

Changing of Seasons add sparkle 
Spring, Summer, Autumn, Winter, varied freshness 
Spice to atmospheric environment joy
Enthusiasm for new clothes, cuisine, party on grass 
Nature bestowed different seasons canvas 
Knowing, human love variety as desert love garden

Compassion garden
Love dotting rest of emotions as on blades dews sparkle
Inner light dispelling darkness in lifes canvas
Smiles, hugs, kisses, pats, way forward fresh
Individual joy as gardens each blade of grass 
Spreading garden of cosmic joy  
     
Futile is garden without dews sparkle  
Cheer is soul of lifes canvas, inner search only lends freshness   
Inner bliss smooth as silky grass, search futile for outward search of joy  
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 
© Hitendra Mehta
(Entry for Members Contest - "Joy to World” by Deborah Guzzi)


Details | Imagism | |

A Farmer's Eyes and a Sailor's Shadow

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

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

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

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

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

#Poem by +Gokul Alex


Details | Couplet | |

Under Saltire Skies

I recall the very day, in every male teenagers wish It's to lie with one's first love and entering loves bliss Well for me it was so beautiful, below Saltire blue skies We lay in a field of Barley, looking into each others eyes To the heavens we looked for guidance, but it was there all the time It's the feeling of sensual adventure, two hearts in wanting find Counting her buttons I remember, whilst my heart beats so fast Seeing her heavenly beauties, left this Highlander in gasp It's when she teased me in it's removal, her breasts now fancy free Gravity in young never spoke, it simply mesmerised me My hands in hers now taken, her denim shorts now slide Down bronzed Summer skin, simply captures my eyes Her body excited, so pert, there's a hunger in wanting desire The craving to join as one, under Saltire skies in perspire Hands become clenched tight, with a promise of released in flow How wonderful it is, to be united where nature grows I recall this very day, in every male teenagers heart The excitement that delivers us, where many a lifetime starts http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love-20.php


Details | Rhyme | |

Autumn Is For Lovers

The summer's almost over
The days wane shorter week by week
The hills have shed their clover
And, the sun his warm mystique.

Each month becomes less weary
The pain fades each passing day
The future seems less dreary
But, this awful yearning stays.

Music fills the silent void
Where your voice hung like heather
But of course, I must avoid
The songs we danced together.

My walks help ease the mourning
Like, leaving bad thoughts behind
But only in the early morning
Before the couples walk entwined.

I walk through most of the year
Through summer, winter, and spring
But never in autumn, I fear
My heart just can't take somethings!

I must never think of autumn
Not since our last adieu'
For, if I ever thought of autumn
It would break my heart in two!

For autumn is for lovers
And is also when we met
A time to enjoy another
And, not for love's regret.

Spring is past encroaching
The summer has gone, and then...
Winter is fast approaching
That dead season, my life begins.


                            Timothy I. Brumley



Details | Rhyme | |

Luna's Light - Constanza

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2012 Connie Marcum Wong

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


Details | I do not know? | |

Heaven's Branches

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

The metamorphosis of change

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

© Brenda V Northeast 27th April 2012




Details | Couplet | |

Mental Rhythm 2008 Version 2

Less stress
More Sex
More Partying
More Laughing!


Details | Rhyme | |

I Hate Aunt Floe

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

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


Details | Haiku | |

My Summer Moments

Summer's sun ablaze
Rivers flow o'er mountain peaks
Jasmines wilt in the heat

Cool Caribbean breeze
Fan natures pearls of salted mist
Jasmines swell with honeysuckle juices

Summer's burning moments 
Become Autumn's glowing colours
A harvest to reap


Details | Haibun | |

Snowy Love

a modest snowball spirals through the air-- burst of laughter
As soon as I see his expression, I know I'm in trouble. I usually have terrible aim, so my success is a result of pure luck. I watch his body stiffen in surprise before he wipes the snow from his shoulder and turns toward me. He tries to keep a straight face - to be intimidating - but of course his lips twitch until they stretch into his trademark grin. Shaking his head, his sparkling eyes say, You're in for it now. Swallowing another laugh, I turn to flee, but he's faster. Before I know it, his arms have encircled my waist and I'm being tackled to the ground.
a heavy snowfall softens the frozen ground-- two breaths mingle


Details | Free verse | |

Only in You

Through the lonely woods, I may head,

Upon the autumn leaves, I may tread,

At the secluded horizon, I may stare,

And only you, I may see,

In those symphonies of silence,

In those melodies of calmness,

In those euphonies of quietness.

 

By the silent lake, I may lay,

Till the twilight fades, I may stay,

Then in reclusive silence, I may walk,

And only to you, I may talk,

Through those toungueless emotions,

Through those wordless attachments,

Through those voiceless sentiments.

 

In the lone meadow, I may wander,

Along the untrodden paths, I may waver,

In companionless seclusion, I may hide,

And only in you, I may find,

The depths of oneness,

The bonds of togetherness,

The cozy feel of coalescence.

 

In the wilderness of emotions, I may die,

At the merciless daggering, I may sigh,

Through a million wounds, I may bleed,

And only in you, I may seek,

The balm of love,

The warmth of affection,

The heal of inseparability.


Details | Free verse | |

Giving In To The Gray

Overwhelmed with fear I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses, Giving in to the gray 
Tearing down all of my shelter within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from this hell and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream now that the colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise of uncertainties rearranged
Damning all of my emotions, lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart in the sobering autumn rain 
I'm disarmed and defenseless, Giving in to the gray


Details | Free verse | |

The Hue of Blue

The wind rushes through the valley
whispering your name.
Autumn trees begin to release their leaves
reluctantly, trying to hold on to summer.
I see your reflection in droplets of rain,
I share your joys, and feel your pain, yet
you have moved on without a thought of 
what we once shared that summer so long ago.

As the crisp air and rain touches my face 
all those memories tend to cascade.  .  . 
flooding my mind and nearly drowning me.
Blue is my mood and my chosen hue that
lays to rest happier times in the summer sun,
in the clear cool lake, under the trees in your arms.
I, now in my autumn years, and feeling so much
like those lovely trees, reluctantly let go.

© August 24, 2013 


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 | Free verse | |

I See Beauty - I Feel Love










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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 | |

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 | 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 | Couplet | |

Late-Flowering Love

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

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

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

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

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

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





by Charlotte Puddifoot
for Michael Falotico's 'Falling In Love In The Fall' contest


Details | Ghazal | |

Waiting for Spring


An early morning half moon sets, casting an eerie glow over  
my waning flower garden. The fireflies’ warm glow is long gone.

Robins once inhabiting the high branch of the oak have left 
only bits of shell in an empty nest, a reminder of warmer days.  

The rickety wooden fence bends in the wind more than last year;
I sigh remembering the summer chores that have gone undone.   

Thoughts of summer’s young laughter return, I wrap my blue scarf tighter 
and watch children halfheartedly climb into their school bus still yawning. 
 
I fold the newspaper on my lap; the weatherman is predicting
a chilly night. If only blankets could replace his strong arms.

Mournfully, I sink into shadows, cloaking in fraying memories.
Gray skies block the sunrise. I do hope spring comes early next year.


**a contemporary ghazal         
  


Details | Romanticism | |

Idyll

I am lost
Basking in radiant eyes
Like the grass grows fonder
Bending to the sun's sultry cries
Undressing summer’s silhouette
Fall's blushing fingertips
Warmed by the naked thought
Of hope's supple lips
I am crushed
By heaven's downy gait
Rain’s rose petal toes
Caressing tantric throes
For my heart is adrift
Imbued by harmonic hues
Nature's idyllic shoes
Twirling her golden hand
I am cured
By laughter's contagious dare
Leering through lipstick hair
Strawberry tines
Tickling my helpless spine
Springtime invading
Passion parading
That which winter cannot bear
I can taste
The fruit of her fertile kiss
The nectar of blooming bliss
Like sweet wine suckled
From Eden’s weeping vine
The scent of a sacred sign
For only love's bounty
May find her


Details | Free verse | |

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013


Details | Blank verse | |

Winter Depression

Bearable winter 
Blanket covered cold
Attacked by white Gas   of
Fallen Snow
 
But unbearable silent
Cripples into the home
Like a snake
To live with loneliness

Get Scattered past
Comes like a shooting star
Burning and blasting 
As a thunder bolt 
To the vulnerable heart

Like a novel keeps turning pages
Last chapters of the age
Tries to be active
Like a butterfly
While the birds are vanishing
Letting to the cold

Heater in the home
Makes warm the room
Cooks once in a way
Finding the present to share it
At the evening table

Cold darken lumpish light
Turns to here and there
Trying to realize 
The nature of life

 A sigh of pain 
Or a sigh of relief
Unconsciously comes
Likewise something missed
In the life of four seasons

Udaya R. Tennakoon






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 | Sonnet | |

Almighty - Shower your love and bless us

 
 This poem is dedicated to those who are suffering from natural disaster 
 wrote by Mrs.Madhavi Suyog Pagare

 Almighty - Shower Your Love !!!!! 

 Ohh my Almighty, Ohh my Nature..
 Everything was alright, everything was fine..
 But what made you do this????
 That you astringently affected the Life of Divine..
 Why you had lend with with no mercy..
 You showered your gift in terms of cursy..
 Drenching tears of the exciting people..
 Pangs of separation happened between lovely couple..
 How much it is aching to there pity family..
 Everyone got acceleratingly disheartened gradually..
 Just now left with the new dawn and the iota of Hope..
 Hey nature please try to rudenessly cope..
 Mankind struggling for their last breathe..
 Please bless them for our sake under your sheathe..

 Please endow them for their wellbeing and glorious life ahead!!!!



By Mrs.Madhavi.Suyog.Pagare





Details | Tanka | |

More Beautiful

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

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

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

ã June 2, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

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


Details | Rhyme | |

ROSES IN LOVE

 


Summer leaves canopy the earth; Red, gold and orange watercolor palette; Picturesque spectrum of love’s birth. Scarlet smiles beam on display, Nestled high in guava branches of glory, Splashing beauty on a solstice day. Saffron eyes glisten through the trees; Lover-hot lips to childhood dreams Winking at elders to play and run free. Roses burst leaves of passion pirouette; Summer recital dancing on a breeze Leaf to leaf, ballet to a harvest duet. Red, gold and orange matrimony; Dazzling spectacle of God's creation Roses in love, family’s unity.
© `````````````````` Roses Contest of PD written by nette onclaud


Details | Light Poetry | |

Autumn Whispers


Autumn Whispers

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

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

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

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

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


Details | Free verse | |

Catching Cadence

Along the crossing of a river bank I see currents enchanted by your smile even rainbows mimic your spotless splendor Words slip from my sluggish thoughts as i paint your nature with poetry The truth of your beauty, already written Nothing else should replace like wings need not rest on another wings to fly or rather a dew to your rosy cheek I am here, wandering with the carried waves catching cadence of how unknown rhymes are made out of your turbulent tides I threw gazes at the stars shining on you and emotions evolve out of how much I want you to “be mine”


Details | Sonnet | |

Sonnet On The Sun

          Sonnet On The Sun

One orb and only one shines on in life
You are much warmer than the morning sun
Remember the volcanoes at Tenerife
Canary Islands paradise adrift in fun  

Hanging there upon a limb of golden time
We conjure elements of joy forever
What favors in the mind recall unwinds
When in our orbits moon pulls down its lever

But there within the walls of love light sealed 
The glow of life can’t hide inside forever 
There in the wicket world concealed, revealed 
That Winter breaks for kinder weather

My love with sun and moon gathered family
Their fortunes shine on together amicably 

           




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 | Free verse | |

Boney Bonny Dames and Old Money Games


Until I've seen, Melbourne days
	was not just emptiness in play
I know I'll see
What I didn't see,
the September soaked symphony
	of Vivaldi vines climbing,
jacaranda booms,
tremolo spilling eaves

Until you know this suburban kid's righted the wrong
I'll verse on my way, you as the bridges in my song
Making choruses of dreams that could soon belong

And urban princes and their Porsches
Lost in winters, cold in summers
They adore to ornate you, over muskwood and glassy silvers
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars

These hardened hands carrying letters I send
	will wear me down to some sorry end
And this I know
But I'll go knowing
the Chapel charade was the pretty noise
	of sonnets chasing sunsets,
drunk Welsh poets
tearing tails for London wisps

Until it comes, a northern boy without southerly blues
The swaying Yarrans, sparkling flutes, Victorian flues
Keeps Flinders Station stepping full of over-priced shoes

And boney bonny dames, old money games
Skirts for winters, surgeons for gains
They climb to lower you, for fifteen lights upon their names 
But can they look up to the night,
And know wonder in the sight?
In that blue-hued veiled Van Gogh I see your stars


Details | Cinquain | |

Blossoms

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


Details | Verse | |

From The Frozen Silence



Cry to me oh frozen fortress your darkened days without appeal have found no end Oh cry my lonesome flower dove for memories held through fleeting wind I call on spring my warming bath of crystal dawn and colored strands Oh play my song in velvet hymn's goes Winters cry with joyous tears This frozen Winter no longer cries and sultry love within me lies _______________________ Contest


Details | Limerick | |

Mothers Day

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


Details | 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


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the sower

Arnold gazed eastward,
squinting. 
His callused hands hung
by thumbs hooked to
his belt. He had beaten
the rooster by at least
an hour, and his hands
lit a pipe in
celebration. 
A cool breeze 
passed through, teasing
the plowed field,
the chimes,
and his arms.
The barn stood sturdy, 
ready for the season.
Seasoned tools hung on the 
new walls. The screen door 
behind him swung and
she stood next to 
him on the porch, his 
hand stroked her back.
She looked at him, he
peered eastward, a subtle
smile concealing a laugh,
“It’s going to be a good year.”


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Mirrorred Refrain-GOD GAVE US LOVE FREELY

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


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


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


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

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


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Falling for the Beast

Playing cat and mouse were Beauty and the Beast
Right up to the moment the harvest moon ceased

To shine, that is, autumn winds ushered dark clouds
Even amber leaves were cloaked by misty shrouds

Alone on the terrace, Beast’s hand reached to her
Unfamiliar feelings in Beauty did stir

The masquerade party on All Hallows Eve
Beauty caught in his web, seeking no reprieve

Clouds now cast aside, moonbeams danced in the skies
Pulling his mask, Beauty unveiled Beast’s disguise

Seeing sensual eyes, her pulse rate increased
Conquered by longing for a man she’d called Beast



By Carolyn Devonshire for Michael’s “Falling in Love in the Fall contest
September 24, 2011


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Missed it-One day at a time

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


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September Weather

Ah, the september weather is here,
the trees turn firery red and orange,
and the leaves gently fall to the surface.

Fall is here,
and the grass turns from green to yellow,
the souls of many change their ways.

From going on beaches in sun
to walking on wet streets,
with jackets on.

September weather is here,
too most it is depressing to see,
such change in the world.

But I love it.
The girlfriends and boyfriends go away,
and that makes me happy.
Then I go apple picking.

I pick red apples,
from low, hanging apple trees.
and I eat one, while walking down the trail.

Fall is here,
the time of death,
the last of sunshine.

I don't argue,
I love fall,
it is so cosy and it gives me hope.

Hope that a day will come again,
when the sun pops its head out
and the warmth returns.

September weather is the best,
when summer is gone, but not quite,
and the cool breeze sweaps through your open windowpane.

I love fall,
it gives me hope,
that with death comes life.


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Tender Blossom

Tender blossom ~
Little blossom,
Intoxicates with such perfume;
I smell you ~
kneeled before you,
Warmed by summer afternoons.

With your sweetened cherry fragrance,
Showered in such glowing radiance,
Such elegance in shining metal
Caressing velvet whitened petals.

Little Blossom ~
Tender Blossom,
Yes, I love you
Lonely one;
My fragile flower in the sun.


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Summertime Re-Lyric

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

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

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

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

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


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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


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Seasons

A little boy plays, outside in my sun

I don't want it to end, but I will spoil his fun

For now he feels warmth on his face as he runs

But I always change; a new season always comes

The leaves start to change, go dry and then fall

The little boy doesn't seem to notice at all

He plays and he jumps into a pile of leaves

He sits on a swing and sways in my breeze

Still I grow colder, attacking with icy chills

But everyday he comes out, and plays with me still

I'm sorry to change this way; for my unknown reasons

I'm sad and ashamed for my barrage of my seasons

I make the days shorter; less time for his fun

And to make matters worse, my clouds block out my sun

When my snow falls he merely smiles politely

puts on more clothes and bundles up tightly

His cheeks turn red; when he smiles they sting

Tiny snowflakes land on his eyelashes and cling

My seasons will change, but his touch turns the tables

My furious flurries - no match for snow angels

I don't deserve him and he deserves more

Loving my seasons is an unfair chore

Soon I will change and then I'll be warm

But before that, it will probably storm

I don't know why he stays through my seasons

I don't deserve him for so many reasons

I hope my warm days outweigh the cold ones

I hope he stays under my seasonal suns

I will not ever take him for granted

My seasons may change, but I am forever enchanted


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SUMMER, WINTER SOLSTICE - 2010

It was a visit long overdue by most people’s standards. I had last seen my daughter two years prior to that during a whirlwind trip which she and her fiancé had made to Cape Town. I had an unexpected financial windfall and the money was burning a hole in my pocket. On the spur of the moment, I called my daughter and asked her to source accommodation for me in London over the Christmas season. A few days later, she called me back with the news that all the hotels had been booked up, save for the Ritz. I chuckled at the idea of having to spend my entire holiday budget on just one night at the Ritz. Then reason asserted itself and we put our heads together to come up with an alternative solution. I could hear her flatmate in the background, chipping in with her penny’s worth of advice. My daughter hung up and I was feeling down in the mouth about the plans for the trip being derailed in such a fashion. Later that evening, my daughter called back with the offer that if I did not object to sleeping on the settee in the lounge, I would be most welcome to stay with them at their London flat. I gladly accepted. She is a chef at a top restaurant and I was looking forward to gourmet meals prepared by her - including the Christmas turkey.

screeching seagulls dive at sushi scraps on a plate - the urchin watches
The evening of the booked flight to London, arrived. It was an uncomfortable hot day and I showered and dressed with only minutes to spare before my friend took me to the airport to book in the statuary two hours before international flight departures. At the airport everything was in chaos. We were given the unwelcome news that our flight had been cancelled. This was the third direct flight to London which had been cancelled that week due to London experiencing the worst weather and snow since records began in 1890! We were offered alternative flights and had to stand in queues for hours in order to procure a new airline ticket. Some people became very verbose and insisted on being granted passage on other airline carriers (at the cost of our local airline carrier). I do not know whether it was due to the weather or the disappointment I was feeling, but when my turn came at last to book a new flight, I readily agreed to fly on Christmas Eve ( three days hence) to London. If I had been given time to reflect on this date, I would not have accepted it. Arriving in London on Christmas Day would have been disastrous: The tubes and other public transport would have been curtailed on Christmas Day and shops and other amenities would have been closed for the day. This I knew from previous trips to the UK over the festive season. To add insult to injury, taxis would have charged triple for cab fare and no amount of quibbling would have swayed them. I phoned my friend to collect me and when we got home, I poured a large glass of Merlot and retired on the sun lounger in the garden. It was *full moon that evening and it was almost worth missing the trip to witness its beauty. I left my bags in the hallway and retired early – after phoning my daughter and giving her an update on the status quo.
moths dart between moon flowers - lunar eclipse
Six am the following morning, I was woken up by the phone ringing. Sleepily I took the call. It was the airline inquiring whether I could get to the airport by seven am. My friend was dancing up and down in agitation and already had the car out by the time I had brushed my teeth. I offered to pay any speeding fines which she might incur during our mad dash to get to the airport on time. The flight was an additional service which was laid on to get the backlog of passengers to their desired destinations. Heathrow had given our pilots permission to proceed, hence the call to me that morning. We were a total of thirty six passengers on the Boeing 747 – it translated to two passengers per crew member. We were treated to five in flight movies which were current and could eat and drink as much as we wished to. By the time we landed in London at seven pm that evening, there was a festive spirit among us. A radio taxi (which my daughter had organised) was waiting to collect me at Heathrow airport. It was a chilly four degrees Celsius below zero and I was grateful for my leather coat and wool accessories.
steep steps to flat shut out the bitter world - a heart pounds
**************************************************************** *The December 2010 lunar eclipse occurred from 5:27 to 11:06 UTC on December 21, coinciding with the date of the December solstice. It was visible in its entirety as a total lunar eclipse in North and South America, Iceland, Ireland, Britain and northern Scandinavia. "bitter" means piercingly cold..... A term commonly used by Britishers... "flat" means apartment. The Londoners I know, refer to it as just "flat" with no adj or possessive noun or article. Please see the About section for explanations regarding the 1ST AND LAST haiku. Haibun(literally, haikai writings) is a prosi-metric literary form originating in Japan, combining prose and haiku. The range of haibun is broad and includes the autobiography, diary, essay, prose poem, short story and travel journal. ~ Wikipedia


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PASSION'S FLOWER

A heady perfume
fills my senses-
my rose awakens


Details | Dizain | |

I'm Orange



I am not blue today, though I forgot.
I’m orange as the autumn leaves, blown astray:
Or, maybe a pumpkin with missing gut.
Seasons transform and summer fades away,
And seas hold the sun’s flag in disarray.
I hope sister Moon will rise, dressed in blue,
To alight the night with her lonely hue.
Though, I’d don the harvest gown, full and bold.
I miss those red-bikini days, it’s true,
When ideals, like cheap pearls, were bought and sold.







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The Defiant Tree

Oh, natures tree, how are you blooming, When Winter is arriving so coldly? With colors so vibrant, how do you reflect the dimming light, so boldly? Were you confused by the sun that rises too early, or conflicted by the manipulation Of season? Or defiant, to natures authority, and just decided to create Your own reason? Buds blooming, with a brilliant color. . Branches Reaching to skies with absent sun rays; Surrounded by browning and wilting Life; Yet your brilliance, Your beauty, and Loveliness stays? Oh, Valiant tree, why bloom now? When all that's Left here is the rain? Darkly tinted shades Of grey, Dying life Laid at your roots. . And yet, you're blooming All the same. Your golden hints of Sunshine Though clouds fill The sky . . Your branches' room For lovely birds, And yet, they all have Passed you by? And still you bloom, Defiantly. Growing with nothing But self desire, Detesting before, As natures core, But my soul Will forever admire


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two

water melon in my garden
like the sun and moon
just two… 
”...launcher ready…”
steady my hand
tending the weeds
near a row of beans
a far away land
”...it’s not a good time…”
so I wondered
and thought of when
wars are just plays
staged in the hands
of writers like me…
I’d arm the nations
with radish leaves
squash for bullets
that unload seeds
Peanuts money
on my jelly spread
I’d share the health
giving lettuce, head…
”... is it a good time now?...”
who wants a cow
chickens grown
in crowded pens
suffering blows
in.human.e hands
glitters the water
between the corn
I’d sale on ships
into rosebud shores
and i’d grow my fish
in between the stores
”...I’m god in my garden…”
and I divide the rows
soing what suits me
in tomato groves
and near my basil
I’ll build a school
teaching the mint
just how to be cool
and over hear
the potatoes anchor
on stalks of beer
”...wellcome…”
to chi…
banana central
read booms of cheer
...but they say I’m mental.
lentils 
are sooo good in soup!
my capitals
I declare are true!
I only cook 
When I brew my stew…
and no one regrets
in the garden of Sue.
”...yes piglet…”
I was Just
Making sure of you.


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FLAKES PURE YET OF DESPAIR

FLAKES PURE
YET OF DESPAIR

Cool feather like flakes stream falling, falling 
from cracking skies bosom shell
skirt like white gown lace light.

Swinging quiet  and slow  in cozy air ~
painting wonder on bored ground.
Isn't it a lovely show?

Atmosphere's icy blotting blanket sings
chimes so sweet that couples sway.
Snowflakes spell magic flair.

A beauty appearing so chaste and pure
yet, hidden song of despair
to buds, trees, fields and birds...

(c)olive eloisa
2:35 am
July 08, 2014




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Seasons Change

Seasons change
Even when love remains
It's not the same

It's a cycle in constant motion
Dying, reborn, and still it's growing

And autumn takes it's chill
Even when it's dying, 
                   ..... it's beautiful still

Bare and vulnerable 
With all it's colors set at its feet
It's beautiful
As it surrenders in its defeat

And it seems weathered and in despair
When the color drifts away with the winters air

It hangs in the grey, a dark cynic
Beaten and broken
Then a ray of light beams
And hope has spoken 

It's there the warm comes again
And the sun it.... Shines
And the broken and the weathered
Catches the fire of the horizon

It blooms at the finger tip of change
At the touch of light
Something green, new, and fresh
And overdue
Naive and full of life

Just a leaf of hope in the sunset
But soon a field of flowers
Once Spring's dew's wept

Pleasure and pain
That's the season of change
That's the change in seasons
A change in loves reasons

A reason for the change in love.


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Goodnight Moon

<                                              Goodnight moon
                                    Only God knows if I'll see you soon


                                    As I stand under this canopy of stars 
                                    It looks as if you're riddled with scars


                                      From your illuminating harvest glows
                                   To those frosted faces from a winters toll


                                          You even play your peek a boo
                                          With clouds that shuffle by you



                                            Don't you know I love you so
                                         So please stay and don't you let go


                                               You're my guiding light
                                       My shining armor through-out the night



                                    The crickets are even playing our love song
                                             So let's dance all night long



                                         For I know the sun will be rising soon
                              And we'll start hearing yodel calls from a loons tune


                                             Well    goodnight moon 
                                          You've slipped away all to soon


                                                    It's been fun
                                        Dam ! now here comes the sun




Entry For
Deb Guzzi's 
Harvest Moon Contest
G.L. All



                                      


                                         



                                        


                                         


                                        

                                      
                                    


                                   


                                  
                     


                                        



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Seasons Turning

The wind turns rustling the reddish-brown leaves. 
Trees stand devoid of their cover and howl
Like bathers caught without a green towel.
The wind turns, the arctic soul misconceives.
The snows pile up around my silver car.
Outraged the trees thrash and howl in the wind
Smarting like young children regimented.
The snows pile up; the heart is as stones are.
The iris bloom, couples old, young elope.
Buds develop forth from bare twigs and grow,
A bald man farming a new luscious mo.
The iris bloom, the heart feels raptured hope.
The grass browns the dams are slowly emptied.
Branches hang drooping in the severe sun,
Young mothers at their hot sinks deflated.
The grass browns the heart resigns abandoned.
You seduce others, caress them and give
Love, mine remains fervent and I forgive.


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Gentle Showers

here I come from the
heaven to touch, kiss and drench
all your hearts with love



Note: Here 'I' refers to gentle showers.

           

         



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In My Community

Our Ancestors fought to the death,
Just so we can live a brighter day,
So before you light up that blunt of meth,
Think about what you’re giving away,
It was a glad day in history when Obama rose to victory,
The first black president was all we knew,
Dark skin is in!
Haven’t you heard?
That even in our community, 
You can get burned,
It’s a sad day when people would rather stay home and “Crank That Amber Cole”,
Than get up and run to a poll,
In our community,
Rockin’ Luis V is better than having a college degree,
And teen pregnancy is not only a trend,
But the single motherhood that follows should end,
Young girls learn of a wonderful prince to take them away,
Nothing should change thought their mothers prince didn’t stay,
And as the tears fade away,
She grows stronger every day,
In our community,
Fighting is no longer a word,
You argue with someone and shots are heard,
Girls showing places the sun don’t show,
So how do they expect the community to grow?
Where love is a figment of imagination,
Making a young child question her creation,
Young mothers would rather buy the iPhone 5,
Then satisfy her baby’s cries,
While her new man’s eye,
Wander up another girl’s thighs,
In our community,
Where #team dark skin vs #team light skin,
Makes others not love the skin they’re in,
Love, lust, hate, and trust,
Giving a rose on Valentine’s Day is no longer a must, 
Where bad is good and good is bad,
Who would think to see their grandmother sad?
Her hurt and pain,
Shows how our community has lost everything her parents fought to gain.


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Winter

melting of ice soup warming,
heart is where the ring should be,
Termites joy wait for it,


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Speckled Mist

Speckled Mist
 Beautiful colors, magnificent swirls
 Large enough to consume our world
 Then as if connected to an invisible cord
 All become stiff as an old iron board
 
More beauty than could ever be caught
 Its multitude could never be bought
 The force of it all becomes unstoppable
 Within one breath it forms into a single giant molecule
 
Watching all things stiff
 Starts forming a speckled mist
 Within a dark green hiss
 It's a piranhas kiss
 Thats what that is
 
And out of the violet mane
 There hearts open souls untamed
 From speckles to freckles to lines we would miss
 Within a males pyist
 It's love not in a grist
 It just keep forming out a name
 Once again eyes wide open love without game


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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


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In Bloom

Written July 29, 2013


The wind blows the rainbows down
Turns your frown upside down
Then spins it back around

The sun hides the moon
Underneath its coat in bloom
The flowers came late this June

The rain in a teardrop
Falls like dew from a leaf
When she looks at me

See that look upon her face
Used to take her to the stars
Now she's headed back from Mars

Now that Venus loves her more
Wouldn't throw her to the floor
Like before


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Frozen

The latent pace of winter-tide drifts on,

hibernal winds exhale a frosty dawn,

the gentle warmth of summer’s long-since gone, 

now ‘midst the jagged ice the sun lies torn.

 

Of broken heart she bleeds, to frigid pools,

a weary spectral light for life to take;

ethereal displays of winter jew’ls

reflect her soul on tears of downy flake.

 

Emotion spent she falls to deep repose,

where afternoon dies young, bereft of light, 

‘cept for a moonlight serenade that flows

across the down that softly quilts the night.

 

Encased within her dreams of grief and pain,

a frozen world of beauty breathes in vain.


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


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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.


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Winds Of Change

So the leaves are falling now, and in color, are turning
While young hearts, from summer, still burning
Running through life, love's wings, oh how they're earning
They are growing, and life's lessons, they're learning

And so now a new day is dawning
Where things won't be the same
For in my heart, passion's spawning
Here come the Winds of Change...

Now something new awaits us
Just across the summer horizon
Taking over now, just fate's lust
Oh how the Winds are Changin'...

Loving more and more each and every day
Where hearts are running free, and never slowing
Will this feeling, just for awhile stay?
The Winds of Change are blowing...

Now the Winds of Change are storming
From across the sparkling western sea
New outlooks on life and love, they're forming
In a couple years, where will love be?

But what is it now that I'm feeling?
It's something pretty strange
My world is shaking now, and reeling
Thanks to the Winds of Change


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Fall Affair

Fall’s fire is written on every deciduous tree, A chorus of harmony displayed for all to see. The first frost paints lace on the window pane, Patterns and designs are never quite the same, The smell of burning wood floats in the chilled air, Signs that everything’s in place for a great love affair. Come together and cuddle close by the roaring fire, Sipping at hot cocoa, looking at your heart’s desire. It’s time to settle down with that special someone, Beachboys and parties of the summer are all done. The spark burns brightly on this lovely autumn day, Hoping this new simmering love beyond fall, will stay. Written October 1, 2011 By Lee Ramage For Michael J. Falotico’s contest Falling in Love in the Fall Won 4th place


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Time's Flight

Another year turns over, people look to see
just what the coming year will mean for you and me.
Tomorrow's worries aren't here, and yesterday's are passed.
Daylight's your new blessing, but it's really burning fast.

The seasons change so quickly, now that we're growing old.
"Seize the day my son", seems I was always told.
You cannot live life over, and you cannot take it back,
so make a first impression, be a leader of the pack.

We hurry every day, never noticing the minutes
flying by so quickly, time has no sense of limits.
Just talking all the while, we have such tales to tell.
If only every now and then we grab a rose to smell.

Take time for those you love, and those who love you, too.
For tomorrow some of them might not be here for you.
Teach your children honesty and show them some good deeds.
Because love will never flourish if we never plant the seeds.


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Angel Of Stone

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I wandered on through gated stone through lavish beauty where wild flowers roam A place of rest where beauty cries and angelic hymns flutter pastel skies Along the path of purest rose where sunbeams dance and poetic thoughts roam I rest for a mere moment to marvel at grace in a place of angelic flight where eternity lay.....


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Sun Lovers

       As 
summer dreams 
     dive
  into
 certain sorrows 
    of the sun,
A brilliant 
indifference
      burns 
inside 
our season's song.

   Fast fading,
the Sundown of 
a fire wrapped truth
sputters
 into 
endless
 night .
   
  The ebb and flow..........
      the undertow................
there on the ocean's floor,

The ambiance,
the glare,the glance,
of lovers bored with love.

           Like
seashell dreams..........
tossed up beyond the tide
and not retrieved.........
     We leave................

Our ride across
 the summer sky
     is done,
A faint corona clinging
 to your tongue,

  The trappings 
of our joys fade to Fall,

       and

 through it all................
                             the Sun.




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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.








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Snow Flakes

first walk together
as snowflakes scatter and land
sprinkled on your cheeks

try to kiss them all 
they are melting on my lips
love covered in white





**SN*O*W** *HAIKU** contest by SKat.


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.


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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.


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On Golden Pond

Weathered and worn, the mind cries out
he grows old in a bitter need
a yearning to mend a love torn
weathered and worn, the mind cries out
familiar scape now unknown dread
his love, fanatically he searches..... 
weathered and torn, the mind cries out
he grows old in a bitter need  
 


Movie~On Golden Pond
Scene~You Are My Night In Shinning Armour. 
This is just one small scene of a excellent movie. 
If you have not seen the movie, it's a must!!


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The long ago scent.

Hush now, listen, that sound above the clouds.
Is it in your minds own eye or is it from the winter crowds?
They tease us as they make there way,
frosted windy dark and grey.
This sound I hear is one I taste, I smell the air and see the day.

My feet are bare, they sense the mirth,
it belongs to them, this enchanting earth.
I dare not tread too deep or tear,
for it might break this spell I fear.

Walking forth inside this dream, with weathered feet and legs so lame,
it is as if I fell in love, again again to this fine dame.
The leaves they drip from the sun they kiss,
the moist embrace of drops are bliss.

I look above too catch the sound of summers perfect song,
hail to you thy song is pure, your love is true, I cant be wrong !
Hands stretched out as if to reach I shake this dormend man,
so here you are, for you once more, she's done the best she can.
So quick so fast your soul will know, 
jump the shrub and enjoy the show.

There they are for one and all, ocean sky, earth and rock,
they lay aside there different days and never dare to mock.
Forget it not for this is true,
this home's alive for me and you.


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I Don't Give A Hoot

<                             beneath swollen moon
                               silhouttes conjoinment dance
                               hooting escalates  







Entry For
Sensuous Senryus


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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


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Untitled #351 / Sagittarius A

In the center of our galaxy
from 1992 through 2003
astronomers were able to observe
a star, orbiting compact radio source
Sagittarius A.
The star had an orbit with average radius
1.4x1014 m
and period 15 years.
From this information astronomers estimated
the mass of Sagittarius A.
v = 2π(1.4x1014)/(15x365x24x60x60) = 1.86x106 m/s
a = (1.86x106)2/(1.4x1014) = 0.0247 m/s2
0.0247 = (6.673x10-11)M/(1.4x1014)2
M = 7.24x1036 kg
7.24x1036/(1.989x1030) = 3.6 million suns!
Astronomers infer that Sag. A is a
supermassive black hole
(it cannot be seen)!
OH LITTLE STAR


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The four seasons of love

The four seasons of love

I saw an angel standing on a winter’s day
And my hearts began to melt
Just like the snow 
When the morning sun is felt

I try to reach her
But couldn’t stop the train
And as the winter end
I never saw her again

Spring is in the air now
All the flowers are in bloom
Two birds build a nest
Outside my bed room

The days are getting longer
Can feel the Northern Breeze
I thought I have seen her.
But it’s just the shadows in the trees

Summer suns shines
Children playing on the sand
The schools are close
 And Vacations has began

I thought that I have seen her
On the fourth of July
But it was just the fireworks
Playing tricks with my eyes

Fall is here gain
From my window I see it Cleary
And laughs when Sheldon says bazinga
On the big bang theory

I hope one day I can see her 
She, s  all I thinking of
Will always remember this 
As the seasons I found love
My four seasons of love


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WINTER BLANKET contest haiku

                 WINTER BLANKET           
 FIRST SNOW of PRINCE WILLIAM SOUND

                       swirl white birch
                brittle leaves snow dance
                             Cocoa Kiss








Victoria Anderson-Throop
2012


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JOB DONE

JOB  DONE   
        

In autumn, our love for this farm began, years ago.  
We pulled it out of the ground, and kept steady
And watched the kids and corn and apples grow -
Watched them ripen and become ready.

Such love overflowed our hearts with passion.
Now comfortable, mellow, fruitful, it yields
Cosy warmth as we watch the profusion
Of a job well done from satisfying fields.

Everywhere there is ripeness to the core:
Warm pies with swelled, plump apples from each bough  
Now loaded with golden, yellow blessings, turning more
And more into a falling sunset of leaves covering  the plough. 

Gathering birds listen in the fruit-filled orchards steeped 
In the whispers of the winnowing wind’s crisp air  - passed
Quietly over  the  corn stubble full-reaped  -
That the time to fly is approaching at last.

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When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there comes a Time
When little girls Glance
and little boys Giggle
When Hearts open Wide
and Welcome in Fools
And Big, Strong men 
tell weak little Lies
And tiny, sweet Women
Feign Loving Smiles
all the while
Knowing--
but Avoiding the Truth
It is a Time of Discovery—
When the Lilacs Bloom

When the Lilacs Bloom
there is Love in the air
There is Beauty surrounding
And Birds everywhere
Let the Delicate aroma
Whisper along the Breeze
Enticing each Nostril—
Encouraging a sneeze
Many Secrets are embedded--
sealed inside each Breath 
of fresh Sweetness
and within the Petal
of each miniature Lavender Star
Never to be Revealed--
When the Lilacs Bloom


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Sanka mountain house

snow covered nest                                                                                                     huddled hands in prayer                                                                                        dreams not forgotten


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Love Will Out

In February? Sun burn from looking up at the sky? 
My Oh My… Yes, it’s so very nice and warm.
The trees are blooming and it warms my heart.
Even the groundhog came out, smiled, and looked around…
Six more weeks of this winter? The Best there’s been…
I’ll get out my Valentine trappings tomorrow at dawn.
Then I will go get our leaf blower and make it to blow…
Bubbles and Valentine hearts high in the air…everywhere… 
When my Hubby reaches our home and walks in the door…
I’ll cover him in hearts full of love… with kisses galore…
Yes, I’ll show him my heart… As he walks in… 
I’m sure… On Valentine’s Day our hearts will soar, again…

Happy Valentine’s Day to All and your Loves…


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The Reflection on Seasons in the Supposition of Snow.

I stared at walls and contemplated colors~

I believe it was after midnight~

he spoke of nothing as I imagined the importance behind us, as I imagined the breeze that
was affected by his voice, as I realized nothing intrigued me...

and here we were.

His arms spoke of goosebumps, little shivers up my spine, and September had this way about
her that I wished to somehow capture in mason jars that would decorate the rooms we may
sit in come snow, I knew the reflection of fire across skin and I kissed possibilities as
I watched our seasons...

change.


There's no stopping distance despite the desire to break clocks, minutes and miles are
irreversible, I've found, so I counted them, the hours, and made sure he was touchable and
only an arms length away...


My August arms brushed across his chest, he had the ability to calm though summer still
danced through his heart, my fingertips traced over the forgotten eyelashes that
desperately tried to escape sight and I breathed, sending wishes to the walls that
surrounded us, to the edges that had yet to decide their color, that touched nothing...

yet captivated my attention.


There were shadows that covered us~

I think they appeared right beyond midnight~

but I knew we were swallowing September,  I supposed we'd create minutes that would make
us smile come snow and we'd kiss in the reflection of fire...

escaping distance

with the whispers that affected skin.




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Dead Bodies and Pretty Flowers

In her last breath,
Her phantom slid in the air,
Dissipating into nothingness
Just as she was nothingness.
Laying draped in our tears
Hades cuddled her lifeless body
And smiling,
Clawed her by the skin
Dragging her beyond our understanding.
Nothing to claim for our own.

Lunch arrived.
Nibble. Crunch. Chew.
Dead never tasted sweeter.
Sucking the vitality from her,
They push up beyond her decaying flesh.
Brown. Raw. Destroyed.
And into a fragrant spring.


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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


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the blind fear in my eyes

the blind fear in my eyes

i looked at my eyes
for the very first time
all i could see
were the blind fear in my eyes
i roared off in the middle of thought
...where is everyone when i need them most? 
i asked, not 
in grief or anger, in despair may be

on foot, my face and lips all cracked
as i ventured into the jungle, my teeth chattered
in cold but very hot emotions of wondering
how luck could have left me so alone, 

i squat to the feeling of nothingness
like a stone falling from a distant heart
and narrowly escaped with my life at heart
tried to suppress my memories at heart
and my blood runs in cold as i recollect
a sudden cry over my shoulder at once
i looked at my eyes again; at once

and spoke timidly to my person's eyes
how hard it were without surprise
of any emotional upheaval to rise
as the wind blew into every crack of mine
and soaked my person to the skin one time
as i looked straight into my eyes

i could see how the grass
and flowers
sprout and spring in intimacy
but pain 
within 
for all i had were all lost between
and gone again
like the tiny little butterflies 
on my mind
that covered all my thoughts to the end
with misery written all over my face
and looked a sorry sight on my face
i could barely see myself
and still looked blindly at my eyes
at last, and rested

opn17112012/1315

extract from: 'the blind fear in my eyes'
source: 'the mind and the science of life' book no.13 of 2012
(c)  nov.2012

opncompanies.bw@gmail.com

follow link: http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blind-fear-in-my-eyes/


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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                                              


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Springtime is Here

    Spring time 
Lights shining down and my 
   Aloe Vera plane 
     is growing large and 
reaching out with its long green 
arms
    Springtime is here 
A soft wind blows 
Through my window 
    My other plant is not doing so well
Its leaves are turning brown 
   Perhaps it will revve 
   Perhaps it will revive
In the fire of spring 
Life continue s
We love the reality 
a new season brings 
We love the reality a new season brings


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I don't want to leave my HOME - 2

I breathe the beginning of new life in the spring
I feel the gentle gift of life giving rain
I see the newborn Fawn standing on her own
I plant the seeds of my hunger, hues of Flowers, easy on the Eyes
 
The warmth of the Summer Sun, heats my heart and Soul
The soft summer rain splashes in the Gardens
The vegetables grow while Flowers rainbow the scenery
The gentle wind whispers with the melody of the songbirds
 
As the Hues of the leaves sparkle along the Landscape
As fall's sunsets rainbow the colorful sights below
As the Northwind slowly begins to show it's rage
As nature's creatures scurry to fill for winter's wrath
 
When the winter wind begins to howl barren trees stand tall
When the angery snow defiles Mother Nature's Beauty 
When the Ice shimmers upon the frozen lakes
When I look  I see the beauty of my life, my Home


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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


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COME HOME TO ME

I lie awake in my bed
Staring at the spring stars above my head
I can't take me to sleep
I've been feeling so nostalgic
I've been missing all your magic
and what they do to me

I let the autumn rain drench my body
It's no use admiring the raindrops on my feet
I've been missing your smile that is oh-so sweet

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

Winter wind has me curling under your favorite quilt
You got me melting even with your scent
I've been listening to our kind of love song
This is the one we both used to sing along

Summer lights up the sky
It doesn't soothe me and i wonder why
I don't need a therapy
Just bring it back, the you and me

How many seasons must I have to wait
When will you come back to me, oh, I feel so sick
I feel like a small child waiting, dreaming, wishing
When will I see you again

How many seasons must I have to wait
Must I believe that what we have is fate
How many more monsoons have yet to pass
How many miles more before this would last

Come home to me, Come home to me
Don't think about it and just come home
Come home to me


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Country Christmas

“Country Christmas Carol”      ---  dedicated to my family

 by  Miriam  McCue (creator of flamingo art, & poetry.so far.)

We love to sing Christmas songs,
My Grandson Bubba and I.
And when we sing Country Christmas.
We almost make the angels cry.

A Merry Country Christmas
To all those great Country Folk,
And even to the City Slickers,
Who also love to drink and smoke.

We’ll take a drink for Bubba, Aunt Mike and Cousin Jim, 
And hope that this Christmas,
They’ll say a prayer and sing a hymn.

Gather round the still, 
Country People all.
 And hold up Uncle Bill
So the old coot doesn’t fall. 

A Merry Country Christmas, 
One full of country joy.
Little Willie wanted a 12 gauge,
But all he got was a toy.


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Pink Joy

_______________________

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

_______________________

Contest ~ "Pink Joy"


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The Heart's Anxiety

Shall I compare thee to a Fall Afternoon,
Nature's final chance, before eventual doom,
Opportunity for some and failure for a few,
Love is in the air, however, what will you do?

She has an intellect worth noting and long hair always glowing,
However, without effort, there is no knowing,
No clues ever seem to be showing,
Being vague is a curse, and a curse worth knowing.

My mind is in a haze as I think about asking her,
She could make life worth living, or just slam the door,
She could have a heart of ice to make me go "BUR"
But honest, what use is the waiting for?

Here is my chance as the night comes clear,
Time is important and the last leaf is near,
Risk is needed for all that is dear,
It is better to fail, than to miss something so near.


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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... _______________________________


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Seasons of Love


Spring fling raining innocent falling with the stars descent all for young love's sake Holding hands each minute spent strolling paths with beauty's scent in sweet floral wake A soft touch was the intent no turning back to prevent desire's burning ache Temptation, our lips partake of passion's kiss, love to make blazing in the night Embraced near a moonlit lake summer love, a fierce earthquake of intense delight Electricity does shake heightened feelings, hearts will break fire consumed in flight Brittle in the autumn's light bits and pieces fall from sight heart of blue paper Gone, the flicker to ignite my singed corners once were white summer love tapers Shadowed heart no longer bright shredded from love's clouded plight seasonal vapors


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tHE gRAVE yARD Of LoVe






                                



                                         Long love day's has past.
                                 My mind felt with howling storms,
                                 grasping to hold on to vanishing love.
                                 Rape and abandon my weary soul
                                 transpires, poring with instant fires.
                                 Oh this dark secret love does thy life
                                 destroy.
                                 Like amorous birds of pray,
                                 Once ways, and known devoured
                                 Your beauty no more to befound
                                 nor shall the sound of your voice.
                                 Love to dust, love to ashes.
                                 Our love has now gone to a private place.
                                        The grave yard of love.


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Autumn's Blush

It's October now;
the air seems somewhat cooler
than my thoughts, yet, I can feel
the warmth in the breeze as it kisses
the trees.
They're turning slightly red
as I did, and am now, in remembering
when our lips first met.

It won't be long now
till they undress;
all good things fall
naked beneath covers of white.
Soon they'll reach out in anticipation
and feel the first few flakes of innocence
covering them deep within layers of thought.

They'll be less red then,
and more at ease in their nakedness
as they breathe deeper.

The wind's changing pitch again,
it's rising high in the hills,
falling low through the valley below.
I can feel it shifting with my thoughts
as I pull back the layers of my own mind.
It's no longer cool, this air, but rather warm
as it mingles your scent with memory, this day.

It's October, yet, I wonder,
will I too fall naked
and less red before autumn's passing?

The wind is calm right now,
it's pausing, but it's still October
and the trees are still slightly red
although I, I am more autumn-like
than they, in my remembering.


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Into Winterberry Ash

Caught upon an evening Pass the arms on edge Of rocking chair trails reeling Sipping away into fairy tale Wild off, cool life teas Melting ice, and lemon veranda breeze By and by bloomers chase In and out, of innocent days To the last of Indian summer And brittle beneath awakes Crying boards that ever creak As all familiar remembers A voice bone deep, is missed Rattles toward the center And out pass the winds and placid lake September “Oh, dear Evelyn” our dreams Hung under wind chime tingles Trace love amid soft autumns twinkle No longer songbird melodies braid In early morning after children Now shadow, in the splashes of sunning place Timepiece is now the empty grass Once with, now without you As I end a road that leads nearer to your path And sooner wither folds Under snow, bird angels holding hands High into winterberry ash


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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..


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BREATHING

From the moment I sleep
to the moment I wake
From the moment of death
to the moment of birth
It wasn't the amount of breaths I took that ment i lived,
it was the amount you took away.
                                                                       
                                                             Death never came on swift feet for me.
                                It came on the wind pushing me off the cliff blowing in my ear,
                                                                      Pushing thoughts in my head
                                             Throwing my emotions stronger than any hurricane

Your sweet voice carried on a soft breeze
It speaks to my heart in rhyme
It can even pick me out of before to now
 and throw me back in time

                                                                 Every moment I see you I gasp.
                                                   Knowing you don't have to put effort in for me 
                                                                  to collapse from your beauty,
                                                   Hoping the next time I do you give me the kiss of life.
                                                                      tell the next breath i tack......


Details | Etheree | |

TOUCH ME-DUSK

Trees
in bloom
with a pink
background so soothing,
may I long ponder, 
fervently contemplate 
each creation that stuns me?  
Why does the stubborn disbeliever
stare at it and show resistance
to believe that all He created isn't real?


I touch the image of the peaceful dusk
and feel much serenity inside, 
thinking of the day life will end...
when I will placidly rest 
as the rose-colored lake;
and if somebody
remembers me,
toss a rose
into
it.


Written by Andrew Crisci
for Nette Onclaud's  contest,
" Touch Me- Count Up And Down Contest "


Details | Free verse | |

A Crystal that Darkens

Winter is also celibate.  The conscience is moving,
A frozen light in a frozen eye.  It's raining much looser,
Down a ripped tree.  I couldn't have, 
I couldn't have, in this sin-sick tenderness.
              ___

My face is cracked in my fawnlike fingers;
And the nose betrays an inner child, who
Wouldn't listen to sparrows about being catched.
I just insisted fur was wings.
              ___

The feminine chill on the palm must be sorrow;
When I think of church bells, or mother- 
That I am haunting as raw love.


Details | ABC | |

Love Beneath Autumn Sky

We lay beneath autumn trees
And autumn leave gently falls.
Laying beside you I'm lost in your eyes,
I'm lost in the presence of you
And autumn leaves gently falls.

We lay there and autumn breeze blow.
Would I trade this moment, no, no.
The rose in your hair is white like winter snow,
beauty lies before my eyes and sparkles glow,
And autumn breeze gently blow.

We lay beneath autumn trees,
We lay in love of autumn breeze.
We lay together in each other eyes,
We lay beneath the season of autumn sky.

Autumn breeze blow and leaves of autumn trees fell,
Staring in your eyes I see the unspoken love for me it tells. 
Autumn leave, red, brown, yellow,
in autumn wind they rattle a love symphony of being hallow.

Small rays of sunlight,
between autumn trees had you glow.
And as we lay together beneath autumn trees,
softly in our love we watch a autumn day goes.


Details | Free verse | |

Only For You--

O' the poetic quilt within my mind
of words I choose in life divine
could I ever bring a tear to you
the dreamer with eyes that only stare
could it be a simple beauty in each
as rivers run with endless grace
or simply put, as winds blow careless 
through fields of love to touch your face
I'll find that moment that precious space
of colors' that flow in soulful place
to hold your heart to mend your soul
to expose a new love where two shall grow...



Details | Rhyme | |

What I Love About Spring

What I Love About Spring At the astronomical vernal equinox Appears the first signs of spring. A new breath of life When winter’s snow completes its ageing. I love the yellow daffodils And the perfumed aroma Of white and yellow freesias Along with other budding flora and fauna. I know some asthma folks Have a really bad time, But if you’re one of the older ones There’s less rheumatic pain for those in their prime. Spring is a sign of the coming summer That follows in its stead. Hotter days and beach fun’s around the corner; For the young ice-cream, pimples and blackheads. Spring is the time for romance, Although St Valentine got it wrong. Should have been in March That we acknowledge those romance songs. Baby lambs are playing in the fields, Such a beautiful sight to see, Especially if you live in New Zealand Where more sheep than people roam free. In Japan there’s the cherry blossoms, To brush away the depression of winter, Daylight time increases; The earth’s increasing axis does tilter. Unstable weather may more often occur; Flooding from the mountains Some folk have to endure. Still I love Spring when everything is new The old gives way to new birth Life comes forth from winter’s coma And the sun warms the earth! Written by Maureen LeFanue for Carol Brown’s Contest “Spring” 29/1/2012


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...
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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 | Quatrain | |

ESTEFANIA WAS THE SPANISH HORSE

Estephania was the Spanish horse,
with a chestnut coat and mane   
and a lighter long tail...and she ate
alfalfa for strong teeth and bones.


She was domesticated, losing her liberty
and neighing she showed keen ability:
to spot dangers on a perilous path...
Estefania even stopped for a stranded cat.


In summertime she fed mostly on grass,
but bees stung her many times to protest,
and struggling to get them off her tail...
she hit a shrilling raven in the head.


And feeling sorry for the dying bird wincing, 
Estefania licked his semi-open eyes...giving
him a little comfort as he folded his wings;
and whinnying she wept a river of tears.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Words From My Thoughts

I spent the days looking at the ground
I thought the world had clipped my wings
I spent the hours saying I felt down
I had no strength. I felt entangled in things
And then I hear you called me (Godson)
I set my face into the breeze
I lift my head. I spread my wings and I am free
My heart was heavy in the valley down below
My soul was empty, void of love

My sight was cloud by the dust the world blows
So I set my mind on earth not things above
But now your lifts me up 
From the sick bed in which i lie groaning
I will not be conquered, I am destined for your love
Courage is three letter words
Real courage is saying YES to life
Not backing down when faced with adversity
courage is acting with fear, not without it
Angel! I really love you deep down my heart.

Life is filled with challenges and opportunities
Mountains to be climbed conquered with others to follow
When you are no longer interested in climbing mountains
to see other mountains to climbed, life is over
Vision sees the invisible
Believes the incredible
And then receives the impossible
This makes the blood never to run cold
Because loves for the path of the future lives
A mind that makes Success my QUEEN


Details | Rhyme | |

Season of Love

,


I saw the first leaf as it fell Coming soon, will be autumn’s spell No cause for moping Though summer sings a spellbound tune, Love enchants by the harvest moon My heart is hoping ```
Inspired By Dr. Ram Mehta's Contest "Tail Rhyme" By Carrie Richards


Details | Lyric | |

There is a wood inside my heart

Wind blows soft on my bare arms
I ride through deep green woods.
These simple pleasures all I love,
Air on my skin feel good.

The wind shakes leaves for  sidelong sun
To make her pictures from.
So much,so rich the offerings
This is senses' realm.

Alone in woods, I plight my troth
To earth and gods thereof.
I sing my own sweet melodies,
To solitude and love.

Far from the maddening crowds of folk,
I hear earth's own true songs.
And then refreshed by woodland charms,
I feel at peace from wrongs

Inside my heart,there is a wood,
And there I shall now dwell.
And so I'll solve the mystery,
Of how we can live well .

Each wood has its particular birds
On tree tops in sunlight.
And each wood has its special song,
And each wood has its sights.

I shall accept the mysteries
Of who has made my wood;
And how we are all joined bodily,
All sharing this green blood.

Deep down we go into our hearts,
To find out who we are.
Just at the deepest,quietest parts
We find all beings there.


Details | Free verse | |

What Love is All About

Falling in love, then parting away
I’ve been repeating such relationships
Examining my memories thoroughly
I would seek sweet shadows
I can taste the sweetness of the past
Although you are no longer with me
I’ll be alright
If I shut my eyes
I believe
I believe I will see unchanging love
When you’ve gathered the light of spring make the flowers bloom
Gaze at me in the summer, where the moon floats atop the sea
Warm the autumn winds
As well as the winter snows with your style
Four seasons with your love
Once again
Promises based on desire alone
Will fade with tone
Can you feel me underneath your skin?
Considering that we love each other so,
As long as we believe that, yes….
No matter how far away you may be
Come for me on a night when the spring flowers slumber
Leave a message on the summer beach
Warm the autumn rain & winter tears
With your unembellished love
Four seasons with your love
Within my dreams
Let us hold the flow of time in our hearts just the way it is
The days the two of us spent together will soon be a memory
Even love & dreams will be forgotten, left behind
Warm them, no matter what day it is
Four season’s with your love
Four scene, four four seasons
Deep within my heart
Four scenes, I’ll be alright
Four scenes, four four seasons
Four scene, stay with me...

Inspired by my friend "Sami .K."...


Details | Couplet | |

Why the Rose Always Cries

Night after night, she sits down and contemplates
In her mind she knows her loss, but still she sits and waits

He, her husband, another statistic he has become
Killed in a far away land, another soldiers blood has run

Day after day she's taken back, to moments they had shared
Carving their names on a tree, showing teenagers cared

Through green fields of pastures new, season after season
At fourteen years old they clicked, love was a reason

Whilst she paces their family home, his steps gone forever
Killed in a far away land, another life now severed

In her time their kids will be told, daddy's never coming home
For the angels have asked him to stay, just to let him roam

Memories of their pasts resonate within her mind
For she knows she'll find no other, for he was one of a kind

Outside the window where she stares, under many seasons skies
She sits down and contemplates, why the Rose always cries









http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/loss-6.php


Details | Ballad | |

SHIPWRECKED for white contest et al

SHIPWRECK  SURVIVOR

He was lost in white surprise
Of drugs and doctors quips
His mind was filled with flapping sails
Of white that guide the ships
To dance among the white capped rocks
In North white nights of June
Bring in the catch to catch the maid
Who’d be his wife so soon.

Wild hair so white it shamed the sheet
That soft caressed the grass
The grass-plagued daisies held her there
As clouds triumphant passed
In columns white the bossy clouds
Marched brisk across the sky
But none of them could match the spark
Of whiteness in her eye.

And then his shocked brain shifted
Jigged timed across his life
How many white nights had escaped?
The maid now was his wife!
Saw breasts so white that milk they gave
Seemed paltry in contrast--
To feed the babe that snuggled there--
The fruit of love surpassed.

Then shipwreck banged into his head
The white-flashed lightning zing--
He tested feet and moved his legs
Seemed he’d  survived this fling
Of nature’s whims again he’d live
 to tell the lusty tale
of how north winds had jumped from waves
to grab their ship's main sail.
Before the White Christ
Had emerged from his Semitic genes
The sailors would have cried for Thor 
To ease his hammerings.

Sailors lost were prices paid
To live in northern shores.
And, lost at sea was ever feared
By them, and wives adored.

He’d play a trick, they’d think him dead--
Would make a crafty tale!
By his hearth and in his bed
would sound a mourning wail.
His house would be a feast of black
Mad weeping would impress--
Then his imagination called her tears
He vowed each tear to bless

He smirked to think of their surprise
When he stalked through the door--

       An unsuccessful leap from bed—
                       He’d rest a little more.

And being man-- he pondered sex
And pleasures it would bring
There was no sizzling passion like                            
His lover’s offering.

Needle rudely poked-
Morphia drew him in
To dream the dreams of healing arms
       delightful prickles of his skin
       He found her far beyond his pain--Oh,  that smile that could disarm!
       In dreams , with wife, in languid bliss
         created white hot charm.
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PRE WHIT E STORIC

Winter wild of flurries
In ancient minds
Was a shelter
  From white fear

Wolves roved
  Stayed in packs
   Howled their presence
   Hating snow

Bears slept
 Hidden away
 Violence and terror
  Only a summer dream

White drifts
  Blazing blizzards
  Wrapped safety   
   Around fragile human life.


Details | Lyric | |

Season's Gone

The generation’s pass now through your eyes
The spirit of what is gone now will arise
And in a better place free from lies

A gentle spring is all I could ask for		
The softest rains and the mystical breeze	
Our hair would blow in waves like the oceans
My backyard held adventures and mysteries

The speed and light went racing past obstacles
I can’t even see the past or my miseries
The summer hit me and fled while I watched it go on
Never knowing how we would be

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing

The chill in the air passed through me so willfully
My heart and stomach dropped down so distantly
The luscious grays kept me from blending into
A fall of emotions ranked with virility 

The winter reveals loss for our loved ones
Its icy truth pushes strong while freezing the weak
Some can go again with a mind full of optimism
The rest will die alone with the meek 

And in my darkness I am still weeping	
Consciously I’m constantly seeking
Remembering days brought back from the seasons
And feeling your spirit with me is healing


Details | I do not know? | |

found by the lost

The world of ice,
in perfect white,
tainted blood,
as black as night,
the love of lost,
on end of chain,
the shoeless freak,
out in the rain,
the homeless child,
lost in fright,
sleeps by day,
runs by night,
always forward,
never back,
the heartless Psycho,
the bodies stack,
the dark and red,
on silver blade,
you now lay in,
the bed you made.


Details | Haiku | |

season

cool north winds
trees scent in colors of
yellowish leaves


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 | 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 | Couplet | |

Falling In Love In The Fall

Falling In Love In Autumn (Couplets)

Autumn Love is mature and warm
Surviving Spring and Summer’s Storms

First love blooms in Spring’s first kiss
Young hearts lost in natures bliss

The Bird of Youth flies high and strong
Spring  is when we hear his song

Summer sun brings reality
And no assurance of  constancy

The Rose is Queen in Summer’s Sun
But falls to earth when season’s done

Winter is lonely, dark and cold
Without Autumns love, as we grow old.

Copyright© 2011 Beatrice Boyle, 
(All rights reserved)

For Michael Faolotico’s Contest – Falling In Love In Autumn


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Drive

Silken Autumn leaves Silently tallying miles All roads lead to you


Details | Lyric | |

I Love Xmas

Xmas baubles sparkling glittery
I love Xmas don't you

Children's faces all a'glowing
I love Xmas don't you

This is the time when we all get together
Praying and hoping for snowy weather

Bells jingle jingle jangle
I love Xmas don't you

Lots of presents for us to open
I love Xmas don't you

This is the time when we all get together
Praying and hoping for snowy weather


Details | Ballad | |

Seduction of a Maiden Song Lyrics first notes penned England in May 2006

SEDUCTION OF A MAIDEN   Song Lyrics
   By Victoria Anderson-Throop
        first draft notes penned on the moors of England in May 2006     (call also means visit)


I remember
   When its morning
I remember 
   breezy spring
I remember 
    all the flowers
I hear larks
  in meadows sing

I remember
   When its autumn
I remember 
  red leaves fall
I remember
   heartbreak clearly
I remember 
  your last call

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
   that last summer
When the roses
  were so sweet
I can smell
   their fragrant kisses
When my world 
    was so complete

I remember 
   winter coming
When your kisses 
    turned to ice
I remember tears 
    were falling
I learned lovers
    pay a price

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame

I remember
  When its morning
I remember
   breezy spring
I remember
   all the flowers
I remember
  how to sing

(ALTERNATE ENDING)
I remember
  when  it''s morning
All the heartache
   of the spring
Love has stolen
  my sweet memories
I've forgotten
  how to sing

Hopeless
Hopeless
Hopeless, Hopeless is my name
Endless
Endless
Endless, Endless is my shame


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 | Rhyme | |

As the snow falls

As the snow falls all around us
And the trees have turned white

The candles on the mantel
Flicker brightly in the night

The tree stands in the corner
All lit up in festive light

By the warmth of the embers
We hold eachother tight

As we dance to the music
Of our sweet love tonight


Details | Free verse | |

tomorrow is october for me too

I put you in a sacred cup.
Like a child, I whine,
And cry,
For you.
Not old enough to drink:
To see into the eyes of a woman,
Grown, with pain.
What she tells me I cannot understand.



But I can understand well enough.
I am as young in pain as the child
They will not take to drink;
A pain as fresh, as the dead leaves each year,
After a glorious summer seen from the inside out.
Yes, from inside.  



Because, I am the summer,
The sea;
The autumn, and its goblin's veil;
I am winter's cozy nook;
And springtime's drip Of Saviour's blood.



I am the child that lies within—
That even memories can't save
From the crooked spine
Of your blindness' path.
And you won't come to play with me.


Details | Crystalline | |

Sweet Memories Drift

Sweet memories of true love recalled
when lilacs scent drifts on the breeze.


Details | Quatrain | |

Christmas Tree Light--NR

Sparkling, Sparkling, Christmas light,
I love the way you shine so bright,
Your radiance makes the room look fine,
which makes it better than the vine.

Blinking , blinking , as your leaves shine,
How sweet passion and love entwine,
Pretty display of  green  on  tree,
Christ birth makes my heart feels so free.



CONTEST:"Nursery Rhyme"  sponsored by Debra Squyres


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Lies Quietly

winter lies quietly
waiting anxiously for spring
autumn leaves her mind

© Christine A Kysely All Rights Reserved
 (December 16th, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Blank verse | |

Pia Mater

Where are We? Where is the place where Belong? Is it Here? Am I Here? Is this Aeon only an Hour? Hear, Listen to the Birds Singing with beauty only found Here See, Look at the Butterflies Gently Playing In the Wind only found Here Touch, Feel the thorns of the mighty Rose her Protective Beauty, only found Here Smell, Sniff the nostalgic fragrances filtering around the air, only Found Here Taste, lick the Bitter Green Herbs enhancing the Variety of Life, Only Found Here We are Here A Place we call Earth, Mother Going by the Name of Gaia She was Designed not by herself to Care for Us, tend to Us She puts us to Sleep when the Darkness arises In her Light, we Awaken giving and taking Her most righteous Virtue Something Always to remember -Never Forget- There will be Falls There will be Rises There is Always a light towards the End Is it Here? but Happiness cannot be Happy without the Balance Without the Sorrow to Storm


Details | Couplet | |

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


Details | Free verse | |

AWAITING SPRING

Spring, with its blooms and green
Left me with yellowing leaves.
Once lush with green gaiety,
Alas! Now sheds my golden tears.

Left me  a promise when it went
That it'll come back
Days passed,I grew old and weary
With no leaves to ornament I lost charm.

Hours seemed days,days were years,
But firm in belief I stood all time's tests.
And then one day,it came
Embraced me and I blossomed!

Nature answers all longings,
No waiting goes in vain
With faith it be nourished.
And lo! A spring follows every winter!


Details | Lyric | |

Dance the Blues

Sweetheart does our 
love need a fresh start?   
I long for wild
music that moves
in a riotous groove.

Dancing in the
moonlight,  romancing,  
as you sway with me.
Magic that's blue,
music truly behooves.

Jazz, real jazz that
lifts our tired, dried-up
souls to remembrance with style   
as we nestle together.  
Two hearts with too
much to gain, yet for a while.       

 Motion is not
lost on the  ocean
of long years out of touch.  
Dance the blues, 
find what time cannot rush. 





Details | Couplet | |

A Kiss of Sunshine

Beautiful light that lasted for long
Your lightening shine suppress the cloud

Brilliant Beauty from coast to coast
Your brighter shine rule my world

My lovely kids love painting in your midst
Cos your presence add meaning to their paint

Myself as well stock under your bountiful
Likewise my firm, my wife roam through you

Your fins and flippers eat the sea
But your dominant serve the plant

That is why I love to kiss you
Cos you never demand without supply

My sunshine, you are the haven
That shine my home and my coats.


Details | I do not know? | |

O, One Day You Will Ask (Rhymethor)


Welcoming misty spring
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Come quickly and listen
The love songs of Eden

Listen or you will miss 
The transition of this
Sleepy, sleepy winter 
To a spring of wonder

The love songs of Eden
Come quickly and listen
The Bluebells, sweetly, ring
Welcoming misty spring

Missing it, one day you’ll ask, “Where did my heart go?” 




Note:

Rhymethor is a poetic form with a title of 6 syllables, 
3 rhyming stanzas of 6 syllables, (rhyme scheme: 
aabb, ccdd, bbaa) and an inverted 3rd stanza of the 
1st stanza, with a concluding line of 12 syllables, 
representing the total number of lines.



Hello soupers,

Hope you’re enjoying my craziness of inventing
such structured (crazy?) poetic forms…lol. 
Btw, Rhymethor is “Rhyme me, Thor!” my wife’s 
phrase. She yelled me this while I was writing a 
poem. She said I’ve no time for her, cos of my 
passion. So, what I did I stopped my writing and 
I rhymed her…lol! You see, I’m crazy!

 





Details | Rhyme | |

If You Were Coming In Fall

As the warm air moves out and the cold air breeze in
There’s no sign of you coming back this season,
If you choose the winter it'll remind me of the cold nights 
Forgetting the happiness and remembering the fright
Remembering the way you took the color off my skin
Leaving me uncovered in this ice cold dreadful wind,

I’m going to clean before spring, before the birds start to sing
Before the rain knocks against the trees and make the leaves ring
Try to mop away the tears and sweep away the cries
Try to forget the way you hung me out to dry,

When summer is here, I know that you are near
But not close enough to dance in the sun
To run across green meadows till the day is done
Instead, i’m lonesome in this impassionate heat wave
My nights are long but I try to stay brave

If you were coming in fall
Winter is long gone
I have escaped the showers that April brong, and the caged bird’s song
In the summer I hope you heart stayed pure as mine
Please come in the fall because it's the perfect time.



By: Jayvion Timmons
2/2/04


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 | Rhyme | |

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 | 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.........

_________________________

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Poet ~ Rick Parise


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A LOVELIER AND CALMER PLANET

I floated into the windless sky of the tranquil night visited by minuscule stars
that were subdued by dim moonbeams calling for some gleeful dreaming;
and I wistfully dreamed of a lovelier and calmer planet remembering
two kind and sincere eyes much lovelier than bluebells swaying in clay pots.


I kept thinking of other universes never discovered by me and they surely existed
beyond ours which couldn't thrill me anymore with its mysteries;
dazzlingly beautiful they were as they expanded further into interstellar infinity... 
showing a grandiose light surpassing the one seen by the shepherds.


Many hours went by, and soon what I had envisioned started to vanish before dawn,
and floating back to earth I beheld that awesome vision of the Heavens.
I landed in corn fields tangled by tarn that made me cringe, tasting unripe corn;  
and cherishing what I saw, I recalled that sojourn which lasted for long hours!


I told everyone what I had seen in that dream so realistic, but they jeered at me,
believing I was hallucinating; I even had to endure some tongue-lashing from mother
as she noticed my pants togged in my boots: " You look like a soldier!" she screamed. .
I'm hoping to return to that lovelier and calmer planet, where everything is peaceful.






 





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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 | 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 | Haiku | |

Flowing River

sweet love from a rock
like a river flowing down
a spring for new life

© Joseph, 6/12/08
© All Rights Reserved


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Black Love

  
                 Black LOVE

             My head rested
on the pillow of her smooth skin.
She opened the curtains of her being,
My hands slip into indulgence while 
 they explored her expansive dark skin.
With half words she whispered moans,
 followed by screams of passion.
With her shadow I bounded, as she 
swarmed waters of our endless longing passed.

                         By
                     Jay Johnson


Details | Elegy | |

Ice Cold

I see you there
While your swarms of light surround you
A typhoon could hit,
And you'd still stand just as still
Your expression unfaltering through it all

 
It is spring now
Your name smells like flowers
But the rose
Of your cheeks is gone
Winter frost clings to your hardened face

 
Your eyes were rich
Like sunset on planting soil
Warm earth to sleep on
Now I sleep in the trees
I always get frostbite from the cold ground

 
A touch of your skin
Would make my heart melt
Last time we met
Gliding your arm underneath my robes,
I shivered
You were ice cold


Details | Haiku | |

Autumn Blows A Kiss

Autumn blows a kiss
 mists dance amongst painted leaves
 Winter soon arrives
 

(c) Copyright by Christine A Kysely
(November 9, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Gator Bait Series 1st Cold Snapped

The wind was blowing when she left the city...

I believe it was twenty below...

Where she was going she already knew...

But... first she had things she had to do...

Get rid of the body that was clear....

There were no options, it had to disappear....

The heater was broken and blowing cold air...

She could feel the ice, building up in her hair..

She had cleaned up the blood as best she could...

As she had hit him hard with that log of wood...

All she had asked him, was to light a fire...

To take off the chill in the house....

Do it yourself if you are cold...he snapped

And while you’re at it get me a cold beer...from the fridge..




It was early morning when she finally arrived at the bridge..

This was his favourite fishing spot...

She pushed his body off the pier...along with his ice cold beer..

And suddenly began to shiver and sneeze.....

Oh well, she said...this too shall pass..

When I get to the Florida Keys..


PS..this is the first in a series..watch for part 2.."gator bait..the dream "










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Helena

~ 


With embers
rekindling strength upon the wind
her pentacle calls
reaching calm virgin heights of rippling memory
 
Cradling mist of silence
a song, gallant among 
soft trees sway

She wanders woodland the path,
pondering....
twinning facets of blue 
her dance, immerse 
soft dream of winter approach..
 

~

Contest ~ "All The Little Pieces"
June 23, 2011

Poet ~ Rick Parise


Details | Free verse | |

Always

Autumn had fallen, in her glory Shades of garnet, topaz and amber We too, had fallen in love together True that feelings can change Just like the seasons do But our hearts are immutable Despite this love being forbidden While autumn holds us in her arms Jewelled colours and thunderstorms Shared across a distance so far But we love under the same stars They say nothing lasts forever We know that our love is everlasting And like the return of every season You are forever the one ~ Karin Bole Tupper The Eclectic Poet 27 May 2012


Details | Haiku | |

Such Calming Scent

Flowery fragrance
Blossoming from a sweet rose
Uplifting the soul


Details | Rhyme | |

Growing Older Together

Growing Old Together

Oh yes we are growing older together.
I would want it with none other!

Spring showers, now summer days, oh how swiftly,
Fall’s fleeting; winter’s sleeting, oh how quickly.

From dawn to dusk – week to month.
Year by year…time so dear!

Oh yes we are growing older together.
I would want it with none other!

Yes rose petals are fading, winter’s invading.
Ice winds are blowing, all life is ebbing.
Crowns are graying…yes life’s decaying.

I know you feel the threatening days	
            But my Dorella I am with you…	
And hand in hand we will face the winter to! 


Poem inspired by mountains and foothills in Glassy Mountain, SC 1990
Terry Henderson 


Details | Couplet | |

A playful angel with his bow

These flowers,days and feelings if I take,
You rest without my dear green mistake;
A playful angel with his bow can partake 
Of our friend azure with few clouds`steak;
If sweet and shy, young roses bravely bake,
Red will escape from heaven, for my sake.
So, other blond and gold attempt I make:
Sweet water lily, please don`t break
Serenity of inner blue with your rake;
Yet, yellow smiles happily asleep by lake.


Details | I do not know? | |

Time to Let go

Time to let go
BY HEROLD OSMOND OWOSEB
Drops of rain 
Streams of moving water 
Trees clothed with colour 
Time for change

A thought in mind
A picture in hand
A change of heart 
A choice to make

Still holding on to hope
Still feeding on yesterday
Yesterday cannot secure my tomorrow
Yesterday must become history

Every hug; every kiss
Every smile on her face
All a memory; all gone forever
Cannot hold on to yesterday


What I need is more than this love
More than a memory
More than a dream, in the night
I deserve more; you deserve more 

Time to close the chapter
Time for restoration
This love has proven to be too weak
Time to let it go; forever 

                                                                                                                29 January 2013


Details | Rhyme | |

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!


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Winter's Blanket

 


Bundled in warm visions of hills and roaming woods I drift into my dreamland with fire and crackling wood A place where Winter's glisten of beauty and peaceful dance has placed a treasured memory where snowflake's drift and prance I fall and dream through windows beyond each wall of fear and entwine in Winter's solitude with you my loving dear ~ Poet-Rick Parise


Details | Rhyme | |

TIME STOPPED ON TREMBLING LIPS

Barely fourteen
and wildly carefree,
I had seen a couple kiss
as roses climbed the dogwood tree...
even clouds made the September' wind hiss;
I curiously stared at them and fantasized as any teen.


Time stopped on trembling lips
as I tenderly kissed that pretty girl 
whose hair was chestnut brown and long,
Kerry was too shy to reciprocate and running she fell;
" I'm hurt! " she yelled waving her tiny hand shining in golden sun rays...
" Don't move! " I hollered and taking a quick look, I wiped the blood off her leg.


" Thank you, " she timidly whispered
and suddenly hugged me, giving me a quick kiss as an intimidated fool,
" Let me help you get home safely, you need some band aid
 to stop the bleeding...tomorrow you should be able to go to school. "
I assured her with a touch of tenderness that she felt through her skin 
full of sand, " Help me up,  I can walk ", she said as a tear appeared on her chin. 


Only once time stopped on trembling lips,
often I had wished it would have happened again in the same place,
but no kiss was ever that sweet to inflame two so young and innocent;
and more than love, it was an affection that lasted through our memorable youth.
Kerry got ill and died years later, I've visited her grave today and left on it a last kiss;
can I wail and curse fate for having separated us by the unmerciful hand of death?   


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Two Minutes Too Late and the Clock Struck June.

We fell, two miles too far down to count the days ahead...

Two hours too late for me to forgive myself, I kissed him in the morning when the clock
struck...

five...

and tears covered me in a bath of fear...

I asked him if he knew, if he understood, as he mumbled and held me in his sleep.


Two days passed and I watched the sunset, I found it far

too

hot

to breathe.


I wondered, as I circled, as I watched him in memories, as I watched his face glow and fade...

I wondered where the comfort of January ran...

I wondered if he swallowed it as I brushed my tongue across his open mouth when he
whispered the promises I knew, even then, 

he wouldn't keep.


And hope was funny, she stayed by my side for two months plus three, I found myself waking
up in May, amidst the lilacs and unusual heat, I wanted to close my eyes and let my lashes
fall down as they tickled tomorrow so maybe..

he'd see...

but obsessions are addictions and he had an affiliation with the color blue.


“I love you,” I told him, with eyes wide open when the clock struck two...but I was three
months too late and my heart
held onto January
for the fear
of sight
in
June.



Details | Kyrielle | |

Christmas Period

Season of hope,sharing and merriment,
deep love shown to many as compliment,
assorted food and gifts bought for a fee,
the joy of giving has overwhelmed me.

Time to remember God`s love for mankind,
which is unique and difficult to find,
From slavery,sins and vile we were set free,
the joy of giving has overwhelmed me.

To replicate this  we  show gratitude,
making people smile is a nice attitude,
good act of giving  only few can see,
the joy of giving has overwhelmed me.

Coloured lights and Christmas trees are in vogue,
enticing  gifts  can  turn  child  to  a rogue,
as  couples  relax on shores  of  the sea,
the joy of giving has  overwhelmed me.

Carols,shows with fireworks create more delight,
which makes this performance a yearly rite,
as I  give thanks and  praises  unto  thee,
the joy of giving to others soothes me.


*Modified Kyrielle*

CONTEST:" SEASON OF LIGHTS,DELIGHTS & ENLIGHTENMENT:OUR GLOBAL COMMUNITY" by Cyndi Macmillan.


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 | Haiku | |

First Glance

beautiful strangers,
unrelenting rain...
steal furtive glances....


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 | 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 | Sedoka | |

November Dreams

A red maple leaf
Gaily pirouettes for last;  
Nestles on dewy green grass.

This afternoon fall
I felt closer to my dreams.
I'll see you on November.

10.10.14


Details | Rhyme | |

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


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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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Winter Hibernation

Darkness arrives by five o’clock
Before the dinner table is set
Tan lines are all faded and gone
As if the bathing suits our skin did forget

White snow now blankets our once green lawn
Where a snowman stands on patrol
Winter days display on my calendar
Something over which I have no control

Throw a log on the fire to keep us warm
As the flames devour its feast
Shadows of leafless limbs on the wall
Starting to look like a winter’s beast

Eating Brunswick stew five days in a row
Simmering in the cast iron pot
I am happy to consume another bowl
As long as you serve it up hot

Crawling under the comforter to keep us warm
As the radiator sings out with a hiss
Helping our tangled body’s heat to rise
By sharing another passionate kiss

Others can fly to Florida
Chasing a warm winter sun
Being here inside, hibernating with you
I think is much more fun


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Fading of Salvador Dali When Wednesday Rose Too Late.

I regarded us on Tuesday, after finding Monet in the closet, and thought our lives
resembled institutions, I thought I'd tack that painting right above the fireplace, I
imagined we'd laugh...


He took ten minutes to figure it out, he took fifteen to tell me, he took three minutes
more to kiss my lips and I told him he was seven minutes late, so he glanced to the clock
that raced tomorrow above my head and told me that late was better than never as he
grabbed tomorrow right out of my hair...

This tangled me, you see, and I gasped for air as my thighs fell apart, it seemed to be
distinctly him as he swirled into me, and I lost the definition of myself shortly after
Wednesday rose, and we smeared Van Gogh all over the walls as my screams became edible and
he licked his lips as I sighed his name, he removed the fabric that kept me warm, he wrote
forever with his tongue and I thought, better forever than gone, right before I dissolved
into nowhere....


I think my hand prints were distorted and I searched his chest for some resemblance of
sanity, but I only found myself in the swirls of moonlight that ventured in through the
window we tried to block...

he had told me of blankets years ago and I wished they would cover me when December came,
but I haven't seen December yet though I've watched snow fall and settle on his eyelashes,
I've studied the melting of time when he blinks...

“You have the most beautiful eyes in the world,” I informed him, minutes after the night
solidified herself and I realized we were tired.

“No, I don't,” he replied, in a tone that sunk beneath Tuesday, and offered me the calm of
Monet...

“You do,” he whispered, and I could hear that smile and the echoes of his eyes closing, I
could hear myself enter his dreams as I watched my hair flow abstractly through the weeks
he remembered, and sometime before I fell asleep, thinking about St. Petersburg when the
visions that dance underneath my eyelids resemble the imagination of Salvador Dali, he
told me he loved me...

right on time.


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The Winter Wolf

Silent whispers on broken vows, I cling to my dream of you.
You are the forest’s end, the wolf’s grin.
Climbing to the edge of bliss and sin,
There’s noting to obscure the view.

Looking to the sky laced with clouds, my eyes pierce the haze.
You danced into my world as a child.
Untamed, beckoning me to the wild.  
You unleashed my wings, bloodying my back, spirit crazed.

Little wolf, silver blade by my side.
We ran through the wood,
Constantly seeking to bloody our prey.
I am full on the carrion and broken pride.
 
Now you are gone, and all I have is your ghost.
A child, a maiden, a lover, a memory.
Frost grips at the beautiful ivory,
To the life I lead, to the path you craved most.


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



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Winter



Deeply I cherish thee of crystalline snowflakes drifting free upon the vale of glistening white where sunlit beams of love ignite I grasp a dream of diamond love alone with you forever young Where pastel prints of woven silk entwine a story pure and content I take the hand of winter's hymn of loving haunts renewed again


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Winter of Love

I am brittle and abandoned.
Like gilt leaves shed by the selfish tree.
Discarded.
As you wilfully discarded me.

I am damp and distraught.
Like wind whipping drizzle against cheeks.
Cold
As you were callous and cold to me

I am sombre and grey.
Like the sky’s heavy battleship clouds.
Threatening
As you so grimly threatened me.

I am winter white. 
Like first frost, static and beautiful.
Deadly.
As you were to me.


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Lover's Winter Walk

Beauty of the newly befallen snow
aching in the heart of gladness.
Non-symetrical flakes cast in a row
now belying winter's madness.

Lovers walking in the moonlit park
clasping hands in woolen gloves.
Frosty breaths go mingling in the dark
on the wings of turtledoves.

In the distance a train whistle blows;
such a high lonesome sound.
Wailing and wafting through the snows
sparkling on the frozen ground.

Winter's grasp cannot deter two hearts
lost inside the flame of love.
Never noticing their numbing parts
they have hopes they're dreaming of.

So off they go into the glacial night
scooting through the icy drifts.
Wrapped around each other they hold tight
sharing in each other's gifts.

Winter rages on but they're immune
to the cold and whistling gales.
Love and passion underneath the moon
as it wanes and slowly pales.


written by Deb Wilson
this motif I chose is Romantic


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Winds of Love

Chinook winds whisper softly
as lover's breath in spring
promises of wanton lust
desires of passion bring.

Summer winds brush rosy cheeks,
his hands smooth tousled hair.
Rapturous murmurs in the night-
her perfume lingers there.

Autumn winds blow dry leaves
fulfilling nature's need,
amassing beds on forest floor,
accepting fruitful seed.

But beware, the winds of winter
blow harsh and bitter cold,
tearing at the heart and soul
as countless tears unfold.


Details | Free verse | |

outside my skin

Do you think I’ll ever be 
able to smile again
(I just don’t know)
I’m losing it all within
(To where do I go)
When I’m out of my skin 

I was breathing this morning
Red bricks, green leaves
I showered and mourned 
All my dreams away

I’m happily fading
Don’t you wish you were here
This morning I rose
My toes next to yours

I’m peacefully falling
In and out of doubt
Cassettes and feathered weights
I grabbled and crawled 
Within your daunting walls

I’m my corner I’m daunting
Yes dear,  I’m subtly yours 
Closed my curtains this evening
And you kissed my doors

I was breathing this morning
Red bricks, green leaves
I happily fading
Don’t you wish you were here
I’m peacefully falling 
I’m losing it all 

Do you think I’ll ever be 
able to smile again
(I just don’t know)
I’m losing it all within
(To where do I go)
When I’m out of my skin 


Details | Pantoum | |

Birds of a Feather

Spring Equinox has come at last
As morning dawns from winter’s night
New dreams revealed from seasons past
Soft petals open to the light

As morning dawns from winter’s night
Awareness drawn from dreamers keep
Soft petals open to the light
Evoking visions from the deep

Awareness drawn from dreamer’s keep
A guiding light that shines desire
Evoking visions from the deep
Open to sweet love passion’s fire

A guiding light that shines desire
Beckoning birds of feather home
Open to sweet love passion’s fire
Sing harmony, spring season poem

Beckoning birds of feather home
Synchrony of fecundate soul
Sing harmony spring season poem
Open heart to awaken whole

Synchrony of fecundate soul
A gathering of light transpires
Open heart to awaken whole
To blossom forth our true desires

A gathering of light transpires
New dreams revealed from seasons past
To blossom forth our true desires
Spring Equinox has come at last


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 | Couplet | |

Searching for Summer

#ONE#

The region that makes my blood grow green
Where are you in this pastoral's den?

Your vivid eyes is now poor like muddy hut
What has really come over you?

Behold our pebbles of gold and our planting grown
Ona, What is next to god you want?

#TWO#

Your nerve is forgotten so soon 
Our share of roses and dine in the garden

It seem so soon, it is drying out from your memory
Our share of chopper and run for grasshopper

Honey, can't you call those days back
Our lone under the forest trees 

Have you forgot our prayer for success 
And our collective effort for your journey abroad...

...My lady, I will wait for many time
Because only you can complete me

My Summer, if to remain a pole with no hold
So long as you will return, I will not mind.

For your Light is my strength in the field
And brilliant kisses around natures are memories unforgotten.

Let someone  please find me my summer
And tell her to come back home.

 
BY: Abdulhafeez T. Oyewole


Details | I do not know? | |

Paris Of Plaster

Close your eyes, my Helene, and I'll take you
on the most romantic of all journeys,
where we'll flee somewhere that makes all previous beds
seem as mere hospital gurneys.
Ah, come closer, we'll ignore those dire warnings
of  the Weather Forecaster.
Mais non. Je dire, je sais, Non! C'est pas comme ca,
not our Springtime In Paris Of Plaster.

Free, we'll walk the tin-foil Champs D'Ellysie,
past vibrant green Rhubarb Cafes at night,
lit by crazed halos of teaspoon lamp-posts
setting the mood, je ne sais pas? Just right.
We'll pay homage as Wilde Morrison's grave,
fallen corroded tailpipes of respect,
see the flower off'rings, burnt graffiti,
insolently shrug with all due aspect.

Then, we'll follow the shag crimson carpet,
that most revered of all rivers, the Seine,
to get lost 'midst it's gentle, constant flow,
mais, marche pas trop longe avec cette moyen,
because we'll miss seeing Victor's Hugo
swinging atop the old Eiffel Tower,
His Miserables pull hard to ring them bells,
begging, scowling, a racket of power.

Let's storm our Bastille, the Janitor's door,
find freedom and bottles of white-wash bleach,
rid ourselves of this place, and become clean,
all that, and more, is still within reach.
Je t'aime plus que tous Doctors and Nurses,
we're not slaves to such over-done masters,
nes pas des mots pour ci nous comprendre,
let's discover our Paris Of Plaster.

Forget past promises, long since broken,
we'll run 'neath the Arce Du Triomphe's shadow,
it's passage, a short, conceded distance,
our ev'ry step will, of course, ring hollow.
We'll both embrace Redemption in callous crypts,
underground grottoes, those of short sips,
resurrected, we'll climb up to the streets,
breathing Paris Of Plaster past our lips.

Rains will come, melt all that is of worth,
a candy-cane taste of mist in our mouths,
the Weather Forecaster may chuckle in mirth,
not knowing our love's above his souths.
Our simple vacation's become a voyage,
coupled, we'll laugh as rains fall faster,
a l'atar du Notre Dame Puis Fromage,
we'll witness, pray in Paris Of Plaster.


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Comment of the verses commenting mine

I have happily walked through your poems`s spring:
And many times,a sensible heart sounded
Like a queen-violin;and many times,a king
Among the newest impetuous verse surely was crowned:
In the place with stalactites and stalagmites,the dreams` voice resounded;
And certainly yours keeps its face in the sunshine ready to be beyond the praise.
With air hands ,I touch the season white,with your name rebounded.
Unforgettable one in the lasting generous  heaven lays 
And the poets` realm with much honor you raise.
You know: the bits of heart ,the life`s syllogism disobeys;
Tender is the night in which,the candles are brought
For more light.To each I tell the same and especially to thee:
No sweetest rest,no pleasure work can be. 

(Especially to my first reader ,Peggy Bertrand this spontaneous attempt to fill 
these empty moments with myself and my gratitude.)


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Simile of a Smile

The whistling winds whip her words away,
            the simile of a smile on her lips
                         fades and is lost in the deepening dusk.


                         there on the moist, soft sand her footprints melt
                                       with the slow, oncoming tide at his feet,
                                                    he's got nothing to say to make her stay.


Details | Hybronnet | |

Ashamed

Back on track with
my faith. Sometimes
I just feel ashamed,
chained down a disgusting
disgrace. 

Why do I once again
slide away unsure if I'm saved?
I hold onto God's grace, a free gift
showing how much he truly loves
us. 

Christ alone is my cornerstone.
I could never survive this journey on
my own faith alone.


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Parting

Parting 

Spring

Stay, see the blossom
Promising bountiful fruit.
Pick cherries with me.

Summer

Musk roses heady scent.
Diamonds in a velvet sky.
Warm love in Summer.

Autumn

The smell of wood smoke,
A bonfire of promises,
Hopes, dreams, drift - gone.

Winter

He left in Winter,
Snow covering his footprints,
Ice gripping my heart.


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MY MUSE-LIKE LOVER!

She is like the stars...placed in my eyes, shining bright... 
A blanket of seduction wrapped around my beingn huging me tight... 
She is like the rain, quenching my thirst with every kiss... 
Calling for her restlessly in my dreams, caught-up in her bliss...
She is like my wings, soaring great heights through the sky... 
Spanning my chamber with her love, in unison we fly... 
She is like my Third-Vision, a majestic eagle seeing afar... 
Beyond the lands of our forefathers...taking me to where sages are... 
She's my innocence exposed, my thoughts that speaks loud & all I hoLd at heart dear...
Trembling with every depth of feeling, with every whisper that I hear... 
She is like my breath, my every beat in rhythmic time... 
I feel her, like centripetal-force,  pulling me in as we entwine... 
She is as I...in Love...


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.


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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 | I do not know? | |

Strange Size

"Look, I have strange eyes,
one's a larger size.",
she said, facing me 
over an unknown tea,
and, gazing in them,
I smelt a cut stem;
such dual perceptions,
lasting impressions;
I sat without a clue,
Desire as statue,
yet, snared by those eyes
of differing size.

In thoughtful reason,
Summer's her season,
though, through Winter too,
she found wings that flew,
like from of Tolstoy,
she's sorrow and joy,
fearing all's fleeting,
still smiles in greeting;
"It does. It doesn't.",
answer she musn't,
as I meet her eyes
of various size.

She required more orange,
but, nothing rhymes orange,
so, like felled towers,
I brought her Fall flowers,
their scent not quite rife,
she took out her knife,
so they'd find their place
in her clear glass vase;
standing at her side,
I felt an odd pride,
measuring my size
in her deep blue eyes.

Speaking of sweet sting,
she, my newest Spring,
revealed her nature
passed nomenclature,
beyond simple words,
apart from the herds,
she, the enigma,
to my shy Sigma,
her lips made crimson
'pon my horizon,
in her fierce-hued eyes
I see my strange size.


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Why did I have to grow

Why did I have to grow?

Just reminiscing about my life, 
Thinking back when as a child. 
Out walking with my family, 
Watching badgers in the wild. 

Picking berries for my mother, 
Hazelnuts from the trees. 
The sight of the lonesome butterfly, 
The sound of the bumble-bees. 

Seeing lizards basking in the sun, 
Sighting fox cubs down a hole. 
Gathering fists of lush green grass, 
Feeding a horse and foal. 

Running through fields of buttercups, 
Wading in the stream. 
Dad would take me fishing, 
"Was this just a childhood dream?" 

Oh no! I know what my eyes did see, 
Tracking footprints through the snow. 
Making dens and having fun, 
Why did I have to grow?


Details | Tanka | |

This last autumn leaf

This last autumn leaf
Without resistance it falls.
Then drifting gently,
It lands it's golden form
upon her soft, smiling face.


Details | Rispetto | |

Dear, Spring

Dear, Spring!


It's May! It's Spring! Sweet aromatic perfumes
Waft upon the breeze, conveying lusty thoughts
Of passion! Timid birds tweet beguiling croons!

It's May! It's Spring! Love seethes the air yet uncaught.
O' May! O' Spring! What stirrings rise deep within--
Intoxicating flowers breating out sin!

Aloft my thoughts are ellipting out of pace!
But, May! Dear, Spring! My heart beckons for a taste.



~by deborah burch
4/21/2012
Rispetto

~Carol's "Memories of May" contest
*Note: May Day festivals were once a very lusty, sensual, and erotic cellebration! Origins date back to include times of pegan worship and practices...including the May Pole Dance...it was the celebration of Spring--love and lust... :)


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2012

I dedicate my 2012 to the one I love most...

Ouch! I shake my hand and stare at the door knob in disbelief. 
I open the front door and wince as the scorching late morning sun burns my face. I close my eyes and think back to when I was kid, standing too close to the BBQ as Dad lit it...BIG mistake. 
   I close the door behind me and trip over my towel that had fallen in my chaotic response to the hot mid June weather. 
Confident from my recent gym ambition, I let my towel fall off my shoulder and reveal my newly sculpted body to the world as I casually approach the giant pool gate. 
I swing open the gate and walk in...that's when it hit me...SHE hit me. 
Laying on her beautifully toned tummy...I am a sucker for a woman's stomach; sensual, smooth, so full of subtle detail, the holder of life.
   I shake my head and snap back to reality in time to catch myself from nearly falling over. I lean down quickly and pick up my jaw from the ground in hopes she didn't notice. 
Her cardinal red hair up in a bun, or pony tail...I guess wildly as men do.
I walk by as stable as I can... "don't stare, don't stare, don't stare," I whisper to myself. 

THUMP-THUMP!, THUMP-THUMP! THUMP-THUMP!

   My heart beats so intense I can feel it pulsating through my temples.
I reach the lawn chairs and settle down 20ft from her. Directly diagonal to her right shoulder...her wonderfully shaped, perfectly curved shoulders.
I tell myself to look away but cannot help. 
An intense magnetic force pulls my attention to her, I try with all my being to fight it but cannot advert my eyes. I yell at my brain to drop curtains on my eyes but no response. Giving into her dream-like curved body, the sweet gently sweeping motion from the back of her neck to her luscious, tanned cheeked backside. Her legs are incredible. I continue my stare. A non perverted stare of course. I'm taken back to college art classes. The overwhelming amounts of anatomy classes and sketches...
Never had I seen such flawlessness. 
   Who was this girl laying by my pool? The most incredibly indescribable woman I have seen and yet, I had only seen half!

Just as if I was narrating aloud this profound experience, she turned over and rolled onto her back. 

Dying the darkest, ugliest death, then awaking to ALL of Heaven's golden warmth doesn't compare to when I looked into her blue-green eyes. 
Frozen in that moment in time, I had without a doubt, found the woman I knew I was to spend the rest of my life with.


Details | Romanticism | |

One Summer Day

I want to muse—
without 
wearing eye-glasses, but 
urge my pen for words that guide 
to sea of love. Sun makes 

her lips fiery, we sip 
the day, 
swallow it, childishly! Hmm, Nitz’s heart 
pumps out breath, holding our souls 

like victims for ransom. Ah, 
etching our aliases in the sudor like wine 
on the lustful spread of green, I 

look for the cheerful shadow 
of sky, as we dress our minds 

with chrysanthemum of a summer day.
   


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THINK OF MAY AS A WONDERFUL MONTH

Think of May as a wonderful month, never rude,
bringing beautiful days with warm showers...
to make beach goers wrap themselves in towels,
then the hottest sun will break through!


Why do we love this month that makes everyone fantasize?
Is it the new flowers, or Mother's Day itself?
We agree, its the last one I mentioned with great surprise...
wanting to honor the one we all love to death!


And as I am talking about this special event, which is of a specific sort,
you wouldn't forget to give her a little sweet something
that she likes: from a single flower, or paper heart to a chocolate torte;
many more you can find: like puppets that dance and sing!


Think of May as a wonderful month when imagination is wild and free to err,
and the desire to escape is not limited to sea, sky or a far-away friend;
it can reach, quicker than any whispered prayer, the loneliest heart so afraid,
but ready to embrace mom's heart despite the love one has denied her! 



Entered in Carol Brown's contest,
" Memories Of May "
Written by Andrew Crisci


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A Flight of Love

the swallows on deftly dipped wing
sews together the cloud
as with shrill thrill they sing

of lands left behind a funeral shroud
as they rise up on air
that dispels a season’s last doubt

but they fly to what and they fly to where? 
towards hope and family and love,
away from despair

and down under eaves the burbling dove
cuddles warmly in a soft feathered nest
looking up high – looking above

at the swallows flight – flight at its best
whilst it fills the hungry upturned beaks
loved and protected, warm and blessed

and the pierced cloud then happily leaks
its tears on the face of the earths’ bone-dry cheeks


Details | Nonet | |

Kiss of Spring

Shani Fassbender


Warming my heart with sensitive lips
While hints of daffodils pass by
Winter quickly melts away
We share a single breath
As robins arrive
We slowly part
The season
Full of	
Hope

"Nonet Me A Spring Kiss"


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Timeless

Joanna Davis

Bulging bags, a half eaten bun
Scribbled postcards penned on the run
Victoria station, just two stops away
From the end of another short holiday
Summers over, time to return 
To cooking and cleaning, the list goes on and on
Souvenirs a plenty; a mug of the queen
Galleries and gardens, no sight left unseen
Last hugs and kisses, watering eyes
No time for tears, or long goodbyes
Days we’ll long remember, You and I
Funny how quickly, the time’s flown by
I’ll write you; I promise, a letter each day
Until it’s your turn to come over, and stay


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English Weather

April showers. Wet. Looking forward to summer. Sun. Bikini girls. Love.


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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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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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Into the Flame

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume
And Autumn broke the soft the cocoon. 
To avoid the winter freeze, flying next to beautiful wings.
Why can't I have any of these things?
At least a Moth can pretend. 

Oh the cold it makes you shiver.
Abandon gold and all the silver.
All around and all in one place,
Connect the patches on my face.
Could it be rugged is my only friend. 

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes. 

He said "You have heart kid remember that.
I never want to see you where I'm at.
This I hope you never know, believe because I told you so".
I wish that you could let it go; cry for me if you can.
Shedding a tear won't make you less a man. 

We drank as laughed of better days,
All while holding cups in fists if rage.
We know that life's this way, but oh why can't it change. 
In a lot of ways we took the blame, so far apart, yet the same.
So cry for me if you can.

Fly, fly right into the flame.
Next season you'll be born again. 
So fly, fly right into the flame.
Don't you worry it's to early you'll be back again
And all the world you thought you left behind
Is already in front of your distant eyes.

Summer passed with the smell of sweet perfume.
The northern winds came all to soon.
I don't recall what was the case, but their wings they couldn't lend.
At least a Moth can still pretend.


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Legal Tender of Getting Old

Legal Tender of Getting Old 

If tears were coins I'd be a rich man… 
If sadness was time I'd live forever… 
If I only knew what to do to make it better… 
I would do it in a heartbeat. 


But, no answers are easy when feelings crash around you… 
And the Sun does not shine in the heavens above… 
if only I could see…if only I could find a way…if only I knew… 
How do you say goodbye when there is no love? 


To only be me myself alone … again… 
decisions are frightening and shaky to behold… 
But change is needed for me to stay sane… 
all the while we continue to grow old. 



RLM 
'05


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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


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Cycles and patterns

Rain drops look like heartbeats
Broken in two, melting away candle
Wax into the blue
My teeth chatter because of the cold
The ancient age of old
Has made me stand upon two feet
In one accord, singing to this beat,
One last breath shall be the very first
Kiss that put in his this hearse,
When she felt sweet sorrows stale
And made the prison of my heart bail.
I thought about these gifts and promises
That she made on a piece of paper with no list
And it died earlier on this way and that
The skinny takes away the bone and its fat
It was a deception of faces in the rain
A smile through deep pain
Inside was intercession
To beat this tiger’s aggression
It made me learn something new everyday
To learn this lesson,
That fact that she wouldn’t stay,
I thought about what came next,
Then what happened was what 
Came from beneath the ocean waves that had me sore vexed
Running over in my cup, was the heart, out of all the blood.
It started raining from above the ceiling
Cracks of my heart peeling,
Putting away furniture and dress’s
Speaking to a room of noise and mess’s
Voices disguised my male and female 
Dish’s, draining away life
That would make harmony come into one flesh.




Details | Dodoitsu | |

OUR YULE IMAGINATION

A season ago we stood
in this spot where the pine grove
was greener than the thick grass,
we looked above and saw stars.


Then was a starlit August,
a month all lovers adore,
but returning in December...
the pine grove had turned white.


Ah! No longer we could spread 
our blanket and dream as kids!
Ah! No longer the stars would
gather and shed light on us!  


And since not one pine tree was
adorned with lights, an idea
sparked our Yule imagination:
to put a star on all of them!




Entered in Russell Sivey's contest,
" Natural Dodoitsu "
Written  by Andrew Crisci on 12/26/12


Details | Pantoum | |

Distant Pipes Lament-The End

Distant Pipes Lament - The End - A Collaboration

Standing out most beautiful lady,
Warmly Inside strutting In the darkest hours.
As warm before me you stand In glory,
A Rose you were among so many flowers.

Warmly Inside strutting In the darkest hours,
Following the path of ones heart.
A Rose you were among so many flowers,
You the moons' wonder from the start.

Following the path of ones heart,
I am scared and angry yet truly sorry.
You the moons' wonder from the start,
You left me grieving cold and lonely.

I am scared and angry yet truly sorry,
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced.
You left me grieving cold and lonely,
Into a vortex chemically unbalanced.


A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.


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nagauta,long song Butterfly

little green dragon                                                                                                     sprouts emperor’s wings she lights                                                                            tastes red plum nectar                                                                                           _family hopes among  trees                                                                                          monarch blown from seas                                                                                           one love will never be still                                                                                                dancing rhythm meet                                                                                            _erratic dance but on course                                                                                  destiny sea blown                                                                                                         alone sun's daughter she flies                                                                                        wisteria’s home                                                                                                    _cherry blossoms roam wild rose                                                                                   fawns run firefly hides                                                                                                  sparrow plucks delicate wings                                                                                    sunflower escapes                                                                                                      _to moon flower clearing skies                                                                                      monarch gone sparrow                                                                                                sighs apples ripe the winter                                                                                         the flowers are gone                                                                                          _Madame butterfly hides child                                               - * Note - based on Madame Butterfly" is a short story by American lawyer and writer John Luther Long


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Seasons of Love

Autumn has started.
Yellow leaves found their way home
to each other’s warmth.

Then, there was Winter.
Embraced the foliage, coldly,
freezing the lovers.

Thereafter was Spring.
Rainfall began to descend,
drowning the floras.

And last, was Summer.
Ending the fourfold seasons
for the two of us…


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I Live for the Chorus

Seasons come
Seasons go
Some prefer to stay numb
Some prefer nights that stay aglow

Not me
I like to be
The one who breathes
The tears
And cries the air we fear
I live for the chorus

I'm the one 
Whose laugh runs
Through stillness
And breaks the stiffness

I wish to be surrounded
By ones who turn black to red
Our laughter mingles
Senses tingle

Our voices join
You and me
In harmonious glee
Raucous as the sea
We live for the chorus


Details | Free verse | |

It's Okay. Really.

A heart becomes brittle
     and splinters in the cold
if left too long on the windowsill.
     What is it to me?
Your back sang everything I needed
     to know
as I slipped on frozen time left
     ticking on the sidewalk.
I don’t know what all the fuss is about.
There’s really no reason for
     Winter’s treason.
It’s only another season
     after all.


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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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Four Seasons

We held our souls together
Enjoyed the colorful spring bliss
Yet,
The hands, that once held yours
Are held again this time
This time to pray; "be mine"

We saw the world together
Felt those warm summer haze
Yet,
The eyes, that once gazed yours
Are soaked again this time
This time to plead, "be mine"

We walked the roads together
Caught those falling autumn leaves
But,
The feet, that once led with mine
Stride away this time
And leave me asking, "why?"

We loved ourselves together
Beat the chilly winter blaze
But,
The lips that once touched mine
Are touched again this time
This time to say goodbye...


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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......
___________________________


Details | I do not know? | |

New Beginnings April 1998

Like a garden path,
Life has many turns
Bringing forth new beginnings
And new friends
We hold on lovingly
To old ones,
Like the sweet jasmine on the walls.
Renewing boarders with flowers,
Scents and colours,
The joy of which we are yet to know.


Details | Ballad | |

CI VEDIAMO A CAPRI ( WE'LL MEET AGAIN IN CAPRI )

From my northern city full of rain... 
I came to this splendid island of Capri,
and through the blue eyes of Emily,
that constantly remind me of that southern sky,
I saw the beautiful expression of a true smile,
a smile that drove this man insane!

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
she said to mer sadly...
trembling and trying not to cry; 
and though the April' breeze was  so warm,
she shivered...reaching for my  hand to hold!  
Oh, Emily that wasn't a goodbye!

O island so full of fragrant, pretty roses...
waiting for those passionate lovers:
I must depart from you with sadness,
hoping that tomorrow I will be back! 
Oh, sweet darling...oh, lovely Emily:
I won't be gone for long...from you and Capri! 

" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I told her with an emotion, so hurt and deep,
that brought me to tears...until I couldn't breath!
" Ci vediamo a Capri, " 
I said aloud as I caressed her face so soft and young,
a face that I would remember in my Neapolitan song!

" Ci vediamo a Capri," I shouted over the calm sea!
" Ci vediamo a Capri," was my promise to Emily! 


Details | Light Poetry | |

SEASONS FULL OF LOVE

I hope the Summer this year , is breezy and pleasant ,
I hope the Sun gives its warm rays of love ,

I hope the Spring this year is fresh and full of surprises , 
I hope the wind shares his inspiring , loving thoughts ,

I hope the Winter this year is chilly and white ,
I hope Santa bring me , loads full of kisses , hugs and gifts ,

I hope the Autumn this year is yellow and fun !
I hope the clouds give me endless love and nourishment . 


:D  


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Seasons

The season will come , the seasons will go.
But through the changes, there is one thing you should know.
As the seasons change from Spring to Summer,
Fall to Winter snow, 
my heart will be with you, wherever you may go.
Your joy will be my joy, your sorrow also mine.
Your smiles and happiness, hopefully,in time.
Although I can't be with you to share these moments,
that quickly pass us by.
There will be a bond of love and togetherness,
like the stars to the sky.
The stars will be our eyes, the sun, my ray of hope.
The moon, a romantic dream, of which upon,
our cloud, we will softly float.
You will live your life, I will live mine.
But we will never be apart or seperated,
by people, space or time.
For time is but a moment, that leaves precious memories,
to those that really care.
The things that I think,
we may have found together, are ours,
yours and mine alone.
Like the poems I have written, we so secretly share.


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Grinning Tears That Held the Shade of Southern Suicides.

There was the capture of life somewhere inside his eyes...

We wiped away tears in the slipping of secrets, and I remembered the draw of suicide as
the shade of Southern Octobers grasped me in his glance.

He pursued me, his kiss and his smile the nets that tangled my feet up North, somewhere,
on I-95, his voice interrupted my destination and I supposed his face at midnight would be
my end, ironic, as he turned death....

upside

down.


We fed on control, that of ourselves, lost it in the snows that blanketed March, and
though I counted every one of my footprints, I only circled myself right back to him.


I never realized the nightmares that held me, the three a.m. teardrops that would stain
his perfect shoulders because my lips tasted that skin right before my last breath was
taken, in the seconds that proceeded the metamorphosis of life, and we took a turn to the
left as we discovered each other on the inside, and I felt that existing in the middle was
better...

than never

existing

at.all.


He heard me, every catch in my voice, every lost word that floated in between the curtains
that we drew for safety, he agreed in the direction of sunrise, for who was I to argue
with silence and the sleep that occurred after I broke my most famous rule?


He wanted us to be normal as laughter interrupted me, as fear grasped my throat, and I
choked on my own words as the dictionary definition of life eluded me, and for those
seconds that threw honesty away, I remembered it was yet September, we were up North, and
the surrealism of tragic Southern October nights were but the embers that burned on the
edge of his 

snow-white cigarette

and the ashes of his exhalations

that scoffed impossibility at me with the hope

that the end would recall I-95

and the remembrance of his smile

at midnight.






Details | Shape | |

Winter's Snowy Season

The blue turned grey turned to blankets of white,
Midwinter’s shroud that mantled field and town,
A breath of north resounds across the night,
To leave a frosty sparkle on winter’s gown.
Beneath the moon the fairies come to dance,
While dreamy eyes rejoice upon the scene,
As bow and fiddle strike up their romance,
The mind recalls this place where love had been.
I watched them dance an elfin jig or two,
My heart, meanwhile, languished in years gone by,
When you and I would dance all dressed in blue,
Then share a kiss beneath the winter sky.
Those wistful times that never fade away,
Returning bed and there beside you lay.




Form: English Sonnet


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 | Rhyme | |

The Vow

 The Vow
 
 Will you be my muse
 See me for who I really am
 Will you be there to amuse
 When lost I sit upon my dam
 Will you help me hold up my wall
 That keep emotions from flooding all
 
 Will you laugh with me on a summers day
 Standing on a lonely beach
 Will you pull me back your way
 When I get too far out of reach

 Will you let me love you true
 As we walk amongst browning leaves
 Will you bask with me in autumns hue
 And enjoy its peaceful reprieves

 Will you warm me on a crisp winters night
 In front of a crackling fire
 Will you show me all is right
 With eyes sparkling with desire
 
Will you inspire me to create
 As springs flowers first appear
 Will you amongst the snow fallen late
 Be beside me to see my every fear
 
 Will you be with each passing day
 As by the seasons swiftly run
 Will you stand by my side as you may
 Until our time of love is finally done


Details | Couplet | |

Falling Like The Autumn Leaves

Through the rustling leaves we take a walk.
In wisps of breath we whisper and talk.

We're making plans and falling in love
as cascading hues are painted above

As we slip inside,the passion surrounds us.
The crackling fire glows warm around us.

You take my hands and our fingers entwine.
As you wrap me up,I know you're mine.

Your body fits mine like a glove.
We're falling so deeply in love.

We'll be with each other this holiday season.
My happiness soars and you are the reason!



By Deb Wilson
for contest"Falling In Love In The Fall"


Details | Free verse | |

Spirea

________________________________

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


Details | Rhyme | |

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 | Prose Poetry | |

The Taste of Autumn Underneath the Words I Forgot to Speak.

I stopped and turned to look at who we were now, I fell in love with the distractions that
hid behind the sun when afternoon appeared in his eyes and I rolled mine back...

underneath my lids..

to allow time to kiss my lashes.


He held me, he stopped tomorrow from bruising my arms, the Autumn touching my tattoo, and
I could have stolen his lips just so I'd never have to let go of his smile.


I knew, behind the reasons I gave, that October was waiting, I was aware of fire and
touched the flames that became the fabric of my tongue, my teeth died when I spoke and I
tasted him...

to bring myself back to life.


I studied sunrise and wished for rainbows, I discovered the selfishness that lay in the
desire to sacrifice myself...

only to remember January...

only to know me...

only to touch the shade of blue that existed in his glance.


On the bottom of my lips I hold December and I tremble the month with the fear that goes
unspoken, I pray that tomorrow Autumn will touch me, I forget the possibilities of me and
throw myself over the edges of him...

the sweet corners of his smile...

and the promise of life...

to douse my tongue and speak the diaries of yesterday, to rewrite him and understand

tomorrow.





Details | I do not know? | |

Walking in the Snow

Walking in the snow
As puffy flakes float by
We make a pair of footprints
While walking side by side

Walking in the snow
As our breath fogs the air,
Our footprints paint a picture
Of our quite presence there

Walking in the snow
In a vast land of white
We leave some imperfection
A testament to life


Details | Rhyme | |

My Walk

Morning ocean air, feeling misty
I wish you were here just to kiss me
Footsteps on que
Thinking of you

Music in my ear, walking swiftly
Songs I love to hear, do you miss me?
Few more hours
Smell the flowers

Taking my time
All will be fine
One day more
You'll walk through my door.

Time ticks seasons change
Yet my heart stays the same
Different outlook
Field of view
The one I love
Always you

Sit down in my spot, surfers tipsy
Take my wheat grass shot, will you dis me?
Love is blinding 
Peaceful finding

Thoughts are in the sky, floating wistly
Faces passing by, can you resist me?
Doing my part
Giving my heart

Taking my time 
All will be fine
One day more
You'll walk through my door.

Time ticks seasons change
Yet my heart stays the same
Different outlook
Field of view
The one I love
Always you



Details | Epyllion | |

Wild Vanilla

Cerberus bleeds through copper  tablets.
The red skinned angel spews the truth
Of ages.  Of wood: we sing hollow
Hosannas:  too many fragments 
Of light – flutter past the eyelids.

I wait.  Impatiently – push stones
Through needle eyes.  Honey 
Combed monsters breath deep. Mimic
Lies told by cloaked creatures living
On shadow time.

The flesh forever green.  Pillars of fire
Illuminate infinity.  Here comes the 
(dis)believer of the free word. Those
that stain us – rule.  Hypocrisy of the 
one that deigned himself God.

Later, the fly awakens.  Time to leave,
The dream has finally run out.


Details | Free verse | |

Untitled #313 / Venus and the Northern wind

Agh! My soul is chilled by this
evil Northern wind! I cry for love!
Venus, where are you?
Somewhere closer to the sun.
Always closer to the sun.


Details | Dodoitsu | |

AH, LONELY WOMAN

Ah, lonely woman watching
the rising of the full moon,
which gives off intense brightness...
you seem a phantom!


Trees are stately sentinels
who protect you from danger,
but they too need to be protected
from the foul weather!


Ah, lonely woman why wait?
All you'll find is tiny stars
that surround the oval moon...
oh, what hope is there? 


Snow has already fallen,
the cold wind will freeze your tears!
Oh, only spring can melt them
when sunshine returns!


Details | I do not know? | |

SEASONS

Spring starts off this NEW year.
Blossomed flowers everyday.
Sweet and cool hugs.
Smooth and fresh kisses.
A love so young.
Spring, you’re so kind.
Butterflies dancing in me.
Enchanting and wonderful.
Time moves quickly.
Getting a little frisky now, but still respectful.

Turning into summer.
You grow hot and passionate.
Romance followed by lust.
Intense and wrapping affection.
Holding me tight, not letting me go.
Your whispers of sweet nothings, 
a refreshing breeze touching my heart,
giving me an escape from realization.
Summer will soon be over.

You’ve become fall.
Flowers wither away,
trees grow naked,
branches spread apart.
Your passion fades
Your air grows demanding of me.
Hands in our pockets
our bodies covered up.
Fall, your heat is faded and going away.
But I am not the one has turned cold, you are.

You are now winter.
You are here but not with me.
I shiver and curl up alone.
Your aggressive change makes me run away from you.
Hugs turned from sweet and warm to cold and mean.
Flowers and romance a memory in history
Making your love a seasonal mystery.


Details | Rhyme | |

Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree Not Rated PG

I've missed you honey.

The kids are not home.

I can't wait until you're home.

So that we can get busy.

So that you can rock around,

The Christmas tree with me.



I've got mistletoe all over me.

Come on honey let's play,

All over the house! My holly berries,

Are filled with juice so,

Come on ,you fun loving man,

We can play all night and all day.



You can gift wrap me and open,

Me up, of your loving I can't get

Enough! We don't have to be,

Quiet as a mouse. There is no,

One here. The neighbors will,

Know our names again. Oh well,

We heard theirs yesterday!



I want us to deck the halls,

With screams and shouts,

And moans and groans,

 Until the cows come home.

It's lovely weather for a,

Sleigh ride on top of you.



Baby it's cold outside,

The mistletoe is hung

On me. Hey jingle me

All the way all night

And all day. The carol

Of the bells will ring 

For each round of

Us rocking around 

The Christmas tree.



Untinsel me. Take off

My garland. Turn off

The lights. Unwrap my,

Skirt. Your candy cane,

Will licked and not bitten,

And and the Christmas tree,

Stand I'll be sitting. 



My ornaments you may 

Move to the side,

And on the cane I'll slide.

I will soon sing,

Or rest you merry  man

After you sing, let it snow,

Let it snow, let it snow.



You'll then shout a laugh,

Ho, ho, ho, Merry

Christmas to you and,

To you a good night.

You rocked with me,

Around the Christmas tree

With all of your might.



wrote 12-12-10


Details | Senryu | |

Mistletoe

threshold adornment… 
           customized love
                    awaits caressing touch










Written for

Sponsor Andrea Dietrich 
Contest Name HAIKU ME A CHRISTMAS TREE 


Details | Free verse | |

Denver Nights II

I've been traveling 
on the go
to where
no one knows
all the while
i'm alone
when did goodbye
become a song

here's something for you
and here's something 
for you as well

all these passings
i do not know
i've been traveling 
on the go
all the while 
you're alone
goodbye
became a song


Details | Haiku | |

Beautiful Flower

Pollination bee
Tasty flower for the soul
Fragrance at its best


Details | Free verse | |

Common

____________________________________

~ 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 | I do not know? | |

It Was You, It Was Me

It was you, it was me
And we were there, you were my only company
And it was fine because we were there
With nothing but a shot of cool, summer air
The sun went down and I did too
With all of this bliss, it was too much to do
So, I took a slumber and never came back
But you were my protection against the attack


Details | Free verse | |

Summer Love

 Morning’s crowning glow,
 Gentle indispensable love,
 Glimmering,
 Bringing to awareness
 Sun’s warmth,
 Graced upon your neck,
 A summer cherished in time,
 Stirring stunning rainbows,
 Whisper fair wind in my ear.


Details | Rhyme | |

Protection

I was once captivated by the things you would say.
Just seeing you, would brighten up my day.
Now it seems as if that has all changed?
The only thing you do, is cause my heart more pain.
I wish I had known who you really were.
It wouldn't have been so hard.
The agony inside me, makes it hard to breathe.
The impact you had, was so hard to believe.
Now the walls are there, forever guarding my heart.
If only they had been there, to protect it from the start.


Details | Rhyme | |

The Seasons of Love

January’s snowy
nights
Feelings that I
think are right
The smile I get when
you’re in sight
I think that I’m in
love

February’s rosy
hearts
Dying when we are
apart
Valentine’s candy,
sweet and tart
I think that I’m in
love

March’s greenery is
growing
Strong affection
surely showing
Gentle breezes
gently blowing
I think that I’m in
love

April is slow with
steady rain
Without you, my
heart bears such
pain
And no happiness can
I sustain
I think that I’m in
love

May’s flowers and
variety
Feeding into our
anxiety
As one, we’ll fight
society
I think that I’m in
love

June is filled with
summer fun
We play, we laugh,
emotions run
Toes are baking in
the sun
I think that I’m in
love

July my heart beats
wildly for you
Praying that our
love will be true
By your side in all
that we do
I think that I’m in
love

August flying by so
fast
Love’s the scene and
we’re the cast
Promises to make
this last
I think that I’m in
love

September’s way of
slowing down
Hoping that you’ll
stick around
Without you I’m a
foolish clown
I think that I’m in
love

October’s pumpkins,
plump and gay
Pleasant thoughts
I’d like to say
A perfect future on
its way
I think that I’m in
love

November’s winds and
starry skies
Vast, deep oceans in
your eyes
The softest words
that hypnotize
I think that I’m in
love

December’s flurries
filled with glee
My love says, “Will
you marry me?”
My heart shouts; I’m
his bride to be
Oh boy, am I in
love!


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 | Light Poetry | |

The four seasons of love

The four seasons of love

I saw an angel standing on a winter’s day
And my hearts began to melt
Just like the snow 
When the morning sun is felt

I try to reach her
But couldn’t stop the train
And as the winter end
I never saw her again

Spring is in the air now
All the flowers are in bloom
Two birds build a nest
Outside my bed room

The days are getting longer
Can feel the Northern Breeze
I thought I have seen her.
But it’s just the shadows in the trees

Summer suns shines
Children playing on the sand
The schools are close
 And Vacations has began

I thought that I have seen her
On the fourth of July
But it was just the fireworks
Playing tricks with my eyes

Fall is here gain
From my window I see it Cleary
And laughs when Sheldon says bazinga
On the big bang theory

I hope one day I can see her 
She, s  all I thinking of
Will always remember this 
As the seasons I found love
My four seasons of love
 


Details | Acrostic | |

Yuletide


Yearning for a kiss
Underneath the mistletoe
Leaving a year of bliss
Expeditious as the snow
Take the time to reminisce
Infatuation for tomorrow 
Dashing are the sights of Christmas
Expectation for the year to follow

~ Leonard Napierskie


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 | 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 | 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 | 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 | Verse | |

Her Loving Soldier

limitless...

a love adorn her soldier of strength 

upon a floor  hushed with promise

she lay hopeful in morning sun

with pen in hand she writes a life story without final adieu 
 
each letter scattered of timeless beauty

her words precise in loving hymn

silent, her  thoughts tumble amid the breeze 

she waits

endless...

______________________
Inspired by a news story regarding
one wife and her "LIMITLESS" love 
for her husand stationed abroad. 


Details | Monorhyme | |

Seasons Of Affairs

The deadly air of autumn’s blow
Empowered winter’s cold to flow,
But spring’s warmness began to grow
Releasing summer’s smoothing glow.

It started out as a mer gaze,
Bringing my lonely heart ablaze,
We were lost in a lovely maze
Surviving the long autumn days.
 
Can we handle the freezing cold?
The one that wraps us close and hold
Unto each other like glimmering gold
As time stops, turning us into winter’s mold.
 
We slit in half when spring arrived
As I believed love was thrived,
I felt you had my heart revived
But it was clear you were contrived.
 
Now summer begins to boil down
And I can see all your endless frown,
You indeed fooled me like a clown
So now I watch our affair slip, drown.
 
Summer was to bring us together,
But spring showed we’re light as feather,
In winter we were twined with tether,
Did you enjoy autumn’s weather?


Details | Rhyme | |

JULIA'S DELUSION

Julia sought scarlet roses of Fall
that wildly grew by a pristine shore,
she picked one, then took them all;
why thousands of them, or even more...
after having been wounded by the horrible lies 
of that lover with green, deceiving eyes?


O deluded Julia, why do you sleep
on roses petals instead of sleeping in a comfortable bed?
Do they remind you of his tempting red lips?
Didn't he take all the joy from you and made you weep?
O heartbroken Julia, his memory can made you very sad:
he only gave you delusive love through brief happiness! 


Julia, don't return to that beautiful and scented garden
where you watered roses with an obsessive thoughtfulness; 
why fill up your yellow straw basket with more rose petals?
Pose for a single minute to let go of illusion...
admire spring's splendor by not listening to his alluring voice!
Thorns will poke your delicate hands....
they'll bleed increasing your delusion
to ever feel wanted or be loved again!

 


Details | Rhyme | |

THE FAIR ANGEL SITTING ON A DARK BLUE CLOUD

The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
holds a dazed light in her trembling, gentle hand open wide...
shouldn't a peaceful summer's night be lit by silver stars?
How would she reach the rings of Mars? 


Like Venus dressed in white silk,
she waits for her Adonis to make her weak
with his beautiful, ripped physique...
would then that heavenly vision be unique?


The fair angel sitting on a dark blue cloud
feeds her fantasy by peaking into the effulgent light,
for now she seems so peaceful and glad...
later, she'll worry as it'll become evanescent as night.     


Lustrous moon shed some light on her path 'till morning comes,
can she dream with open eyes and still be realistic?
More is achieved when one loves as she truly does...
unlikely others who are anxious to be loved and become love-sick.


Details | I do not know? | |

IT WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF SUMMER

It was in the middle of summer,
And the sun was burning bright and warm.
Up in the sky,
There was not a cloud in sight;
Only the cool summer breeze,
That blew around the day.
You were standing looking my way,
And I don’t know why,
But I looked back and saw you,
And I thought you called to me.
Before I could take a step,
A gust of wind pushed me back,
And the bright sun blinded my eyes.
Then out of the turbulence around me,
I saw you come to me and reach out.
My heart also reached out to you,
And in that magnetic attraction,
I could smell the scent of your skin,
Though I could not put my hand in yours.
I wanted to stay and be with you,
But I found myself walking away instead.
Why did I not reach out and hold on?
Why did I not stay for the sake of love?
Then I realized it was like all summer feelings;
It was short and sweet,
It was good while it lasted,
Though I miss it when it’s gone.
My summer sun, my summer breeze –
Oh, yes, it was in the middle of summer.


Details | Free verse | |

Leaving

You didn't really say goodbye to me,
As you, waving your hands and half-pouting,
Barely even glanced at me, then left.
At the time, who knew these moments were numbered?
 
I swear I saw your complexion turn to a rustic sunset,
As fall dawned on me, and realized that your winter is nearing,
One did not know that you were a leaf,
Nor did one expect that you would be leaving so soon.
 
Leaving is what leaves do, and
I now dread seeing you any more than I have to,
All I can hope for is your goodbye;
The fates are unkind if that is all there is for one to hope.
 
They say leaves fall before it gets cold.
Nay, it will grow colder upon your leaving,
I still dream that you magically turn into a branch, or bark, or root,
Or that at least, I too would be a leaf, and fall with you
Unto this earth, as it prepares to dream its better dreams.


Details | Rhyme | |

Prayer of Thanksgiving

I thank you Lord for life,



 health,and strength.



I pray for the haters,



Who think they have me bent.



I love you Lord with all of my,

Heart, my mind, and my soul.

I know that even if I strive,

To live right and allow you

To rule my life, then all of

My battles for me you'll fight

And win. I will then see

You and I'll walk the paved

Streets of gold in Heaven.

I pray that  each  day,

I help someone to come,

Your way. I love you Lord,

To express it there's not

Enough to say.


Details | Haiku | |

Haiku 4

springs' gentle breezes
stir hearts to dally and then
chuck at aspen leaves


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 | Sonnet | |

LIVING WITHOUT A WISH

Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish
before the thickest night shadows vanish,
let light return as dawn brings in new happy tunes;
rekindle the lost flame of youth while spring blooms!
Find that court troubadour from distant France,
he can write another song and make you dance,
why waste tears that will dry up as light rain,
when your wish can be used as a pretty refrain?
This castle cannot offer you freedom and joy,
its walls are as impregnable as his might;
a faithful queen stands by her king as a sky lit by bright moonlight...
should you avoid the strong temptation that lured Helen of Troy?

Tell of your unspoken and profound anguish....
what's the sense of living without a wish?


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 


Details | Free verse | |

Collapsing Stars

Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I will lay next to you in the dew grass and smoke memories
wrapped in Marlboros. 

Paint anagrams for me in the colors of 
raindrops and oil spills.
Send moonlight messages in the austere silence
of silhouettes and shadows puppeteered
by flashing fingers and flickering wicks.  
Dance with me in the musky autumn aroma
of crackling, symphonic leaves
and I will smash angels into frozen oceans
and lay breathless beneath you and a blanket of snow.
Together we will dodge the juxtaposition 
of an angry bonfire affection,
and let the consonants bound ahead of us
as we lay beneath oak trees and dream of laughter.

Lie to me in stanzas of forgotten rhyme schemes
and fill my ears with cotton and Dr. Seuss until 
the syllables of make-believe words contort 
themselves into definitions.
Play me a harmony of grace-notes that last
as long as a hummingbird’s heartbeat
and drum me a cadence that filters up 
from the ground like dust-motes in sunlight.
Allow me to lay 3/8ths of an inch from your embrace
and feel the dove wing kiss of your pulse 
against my snow-cap knees.

Permit me to take one last look at the 
collapsing stars above, to take in the startling brilliance
of a beautiful thing that consumes itself,
and I will be content to close my eyes forever
and let you be my supernova.

Allow me one more peek,
one more snapshot of clairvoyance,
and I will let your fingers tangle with my hair once more.
I will let your ear rest upon my stereophonic heart
and your hand to settle delicately on my concave waistline.
I will permit your butterfly touch to read the Braille
engraved in the crease of my elbow,
and your quivering fingers to slide along
the skin of my forearm, smooth as fiberglass.
 
Chase me with arms wide open
and a daunting smile on heavy-set lips.
Fill me with sweet connotations and lullabies,
and sweep the denotations from my grasp with gentle
whispers and caresses.
Allow me a glimpse of what is good, and true,
and honest,
and I will float forever without looking up
and wondering why. 
Speak to me, dear,
--together we will race to the ends of time,
and find that nothing exists but the warm imprint 
left by two bodies in the dew grass.


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 | Verse | |

A Plea to AHH

Stay, stay, O darling summer 
Do not ever go 
And flowers here will linger 
Later for the snow 
I'm tired of sweet swans leaving 
O tired of the cold 
Tired of my dear heart breaking 
Stay the summer's gold 
Stay, O stay, darling summer 
Do not ever go 
Be faithful little flower 
Farewell to the snow. 
\I am in love with summer 
I am in love all through spring 
And all through wilting winter 
When fall has taken her wing 
I think of no other 
But summer's gold and summer.


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 | Tanka | |

Summer's Dance

A stolen moment  
held in a kindled embrace
our eyes chased the night
as the band played Sea of Love
summer's dance over too soon

lingering moments
in an amorous embrace
our eyes seek the dawn
as the band plays You and I
dance partners for all seasons


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

Second Place in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest


Details | Footle | |

Spring Footles

rose bud
hot blood

spring fling
bee's sting

warm heart
fresh start

blue skies
young sighs

rainbows
love grows

eyes wide
June bride


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, February 19. 2012
for Spring Contest (PD)


Details | Rhyme | |

Down the garden path

When radiant blooms of springtime abound
in every humble garden grows
many a fancier flower to be found 
though noblest is still the rose

How gently do the ivy vines cling
like sunshine on mossy walls
how lovely does the little bird sing
his sweet, throaty enthralls


Where blazing morning glories climb
in shades of violet and blue
they grow like memories entwined 
with seasons spent here with you

In a springtime of soft lovers' strolls
we walked the garden path
across verdant and dewy knolls
echoed the river's laugh

As we grow old and lose our faith
there is a truth that will console
the footsteps of our fleeting youth
leave balmy imprints on our souls


Details | I do not know? | |

Eternity to Endure

My voice reverberates 
From heavens throne to hells firm gate 
Courage hid love denied 
Something to do with damaged pride 
From my mouth to your ears 
What a long journey for my words 
Years to late and seasons gone 
Oh how my mind lingers on 

Like drugs to an addict or drink to a drunk 
To hells gate I have sunk 
And risen again to heavens height 
With false hopes that I might 
Speak to the fight of no fight at all 
To loose when I haven’t risen at all 
Oh how I mark the time that passes 
Not by moon or seasons passes 

But from marks of words that were never spoken 
From a dream without a hope 
Cut so deep to never to heal 
No scars to form or wounds to heal 
For I have run from lives true battle 
From stage fright I have lost the battle 
Open sores never to heal 
Loves true voice who did steal 

From dungeons hid so deep 
Who the dungeon did keep 
Keys to yonder cell well hid 
No heavenly lights to reveal 
Prayers prayed but not revealed 
Answers are always part of the deal 
Listen closely to words unspoken 
For from God’s throne he has spoken 

For of love’s salve he does dispense 
And it is always heaven sent 
Love that waits is love revealed 
Even when words are hid 
It is he that shines the light 
Where it shines through darkest night 
For his 
For his heavenly balm 


Is always dispensed 
With heavenly palm 
Who can understand heavenly time 
With hands that click so true 
When hands click for you 
Love potion with no cure 
But eternity to endure


Details | Free verse | |

Forever My Love

whispering dreams
a beautiful love dances in anticipation
a soft elegant breeze began to blow into the room
I could see the hills climbing into the heavens 
as I gazed out my window
the door to my room slowly creped opened
she floated into the room as beautiful as an angel in flight
she turned to me and said dim the lights my love
light a candle of purity, a candle of two becoming one
only the candle light lit her face, stunning and graceful 
she came close to me
a loving embrace
passion............
I held her through the long summer night
I caressed her brown soft skin
I touched her lips of silk
our bodies together in endless love
a night that still lives on in beauty  
a love that has endured through each storm
my sweet bride
my sweet love
a life together divine....... 


  
 


Details | Haiku | |

Winter Snow

The calming effect
of immaculate colors
warms my frigid heart.


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 | Prose Poetry | |

Daisies and the Way to Undress Summer.

“Dress me in daises,” I said, as if flowers could cover my skin in respectable ways, and
he smiled as my shoe boxes of paint tipped over, as the floor became art and the way I
walked towards him smeared my heart at his feet.


We captured laughter this way, drawing insensibilities in between us, and there was an
element of beauty in the grin of a child when it appeared to dance across his grown up
cheeks, an attraction to Peter Pan, and blond hair in the summer, as I thought I could
capture July...


The month used to sit beside my bed, fluttering night lights to save me from dreams, stars
danced in mason jars and fairytales were whispered beyond moonlight as I wrote them in my
dreams, as I watched seasons disappear into morning light.


I arrested kisses with a word and slipped them in my pockets, he commented on the rips
that always decorated the hems of my blue jeans, I played with the brown flowered
patches at me knees, I looked at him and told him my secrets, I whispered content beneath
the spring as we watched summer rise, as the sky became a canvas and I wished my hands
were more capable...


“Show me the way beyond you,” he requested, as my glance became puzzled, “Show me who you
are.”


He handed me a daisy, he told me to undress, I studied the petals as they fell to my feet,
my toes became blanketed...

and I walked towards him...


the decoration of spring mapping out my heart, and he smiled with a mouth that grinned
when he spoke my name, when he laughed in the fashion of a child and held me under
moonlight when spring faded and summer came.





Details | Senryu | |

Do The Rumba

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


Details | Prose Poetry | |

The Sins I Commited When I Loved Him Too Much.

I knew the rules, the engagement of us, he had a wound on his chin, he told me it was ages
ago...

he told me about her, he never spoke her name softly enough.

I sat on floors as I looked out windows, I stared for the time it took him to pull his
jeans up, I heard his fingers fumble at the button, his callouses rubbing against metal
and the quick goodbye of a zipper, and I knew it was summer, but the sun seemed to mock
me, the sun rose two hands too far for me to feel her.


“One day, one day, you'll love only me,” I whispered to myself, loud enough to break the
silence but quiet enough so he wouldn't know he had hurt me, though my tone wasn't
convincing and I could never stop the tears.


I pressed my back against pillows and sunk quietly into where he lay his head as I closed
my eyes, I made myself familiar with the fabric of blankets, the soft pattern of quilts
and discovered a new way to hide, and I hid from him so he would stay...

I would have done anything if he would just stay.


He reached over to kiss me, to touch my cheek and run his hand over the freckles no one
ever saw, he smiled for a second, for the moment it took for me to curl up into him, my
lashes tickled his arm, my tears traced over his tattoo and I found it hard to let go.

I composed myself, I looked into his eyes, I thought about how sad it was that I begged
for him even when he was right there, I stopped for a second when he opened his mouth, I
followed the trails of his breath as if they were swimming through my air, and he told me
that I was the only one who ever made him happy...

I shook my head, I blinked and found love to be ironic because the feel of him was killing
me, I kissed him, lips meeting and sins committed, and for the time it took him to walk
out my door, I turned my head and stared out my summer promising window...

just to watch him leave.



Details | Couplet | |

SERENITY RESPONSE

SERENITY RESPONSE

The winds of autumn blow 
Creating change

The crux of the matter
Do I bend or do I break?

Willow knows the truth
She may weep besides waters deep

But she drinks in courage to face the future
And bends when winds do blow

And in her serenity - she survives
'She accepts the things she cannot change'

© Brenda V Northeast 24th Jan. 2011

For Nette Onclaud’s- Serenity response

The Serenity prayer  by Reinhold Niebuhr

God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change;
courage to change the things I can; 
and wisdom to know the difference Amen 


Details | Free verse | |

Season's Change

Spring how wonderful for alas it is here
Birds fly all around making good cheer
My lover sits close to me and whispers in my ear "I love you my dear" 

Summer how splendid the pool parties began and all the kids hope it will never end
And then my lover comes to me and looks me in my eyes with sincerity  and says              "I'll always love you my darling" 


Fall has it all as the wind calls to the trees as their leaves fall and turn colors from what use to be green
As far as my eyes can see they cover the ground
I look for my lover but he can not be found
I call for him but he does not reply
Perhaps I will see him another time



Winter sets in  followed by cold icy winds
It blows poor trees which are now dead and bare
The sky has turned gray and the flowers have gone away and now I see snow
But where my lover is I still do not know
The snow touches my skin with soft icy pains of sadness 
With a broken heart comes many things anything but gladness




Weeks go by but it is not yet spring 
The snow has all melted and dead grass is all I see
Then I look into the distances for something has caught my eye
"Oh My!"  I cry it is my lover I see
I run to him and grab him joyfully
But that joy was short lived as he pushes me away
With his face like a storm he says "I don't love you anymore" 


Like seasons people also do change 
I know this now as I slowly turn and walk away....  


Details | Pantoum | |

Distant Pipes Lament - Part-1

Into a vortex chemically unbalanced,
Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch.
My heart broken asunder my Souls' pain enhanced,
All darkness Inverted oh so much.

Soft velvety dark smooth to the touch,
Outside reality searching space.
All darkness Inverted oh so much,
I hear the call of ancient race.

Outside reality searching space,
Searching out for ancient rune.
I hear the call of ancient race,
Before a cold lonely winter moon.

Searching out for ancient rune,
Weeping starlight crystal light.
Before a cold lonely winter moon,
Cold desolation In the night.

Weeping starlight crystal light,
Always watching In silver shadows.
Cold desolation In the night,
As cold as old ancient barrows.

Always watching In silver shadows,
Rising spirit of the old mountain dew.
As cold as old ancient barrows, 
An ancient calling beckoning you.

Rising spirit of the old mountain dew,
Playing haunting tunes.
An ancient calling beckoning you,
Casting musical runes.

Playing haunting tunes,
Drunken on the old Celtic pipes.
Casting musical runes,
By ancient Arrachs' stripes.

Drunken on the old Celtic pipes,
Enchanting magic sings.
By ancient Arrachs' stripes,
The ancient Celts she brings.

Enchanting magic sings,
Happiness a virtue of Joy In heart.
The ancient Celts she brings,
The glory of ancient days ne'er part.

Happiness virtue of joy In heart,
Breathing In sighs deeply linger.
The glory of ancient days ne'er part,
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger.

Breathing In sighs deeply linger,
Staring off Into a horizon distant.
Kept alive by sorrows' timeless finger,
My timeless sorrow runs consistant.

Staring off Into a horizon distant,
Beautiful salted fresh air echoes.
My timeless sorrow runs consistant,
Now my grieving thought upon you flows.

Beautiful salted fresh air echoes,
Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories.
Now my grieving thought upon you flows,
As I receive waves' memory deliveries.

Churning waves whispering silver cherished memories,
Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon.
As I receive waves' memory deliveries,
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune.

Rocked over so gently under a crescent moon,
Your bright light touches one vision.
As Celtic music plays Its ancient tune,
My heart weeps In Its derision.

Your bright light touches one vision,
Standing out most beautiful lady.
My heart weeps In Its derision,
As warm before me you stand In glory.

A Collaboration by Liam Mcdaid & Michael Clarke.


Details | Ballad | |

FROM ONE LOVER TO THE OTHER

Beautiful and loveable one,
you've vanished into nothing
and left me hanging
with a question in mind:
could I ever find someone...
who's witty and kind?

I am going, like a merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other...just giving
love to anyone who's able to bring
some passion and feeling!

I'd rather go back in time today,
and relive those moments again...
the ones that can take this pain away,
to make me remember the warm rain
coming down.. when spring
gave us another song to sing!  
    
 I am going ,like a-merry-go-around,
from one lover to the other... hoping
that on the other side someone is waiting!
I have kissed others with selfish eyes
and simply realized what was missing:
 you were unique in everything,
filled me up with joy and surprise...
making me discover another world! 

My long nights are as cold 
as these smooth satin sheets...  
I'll find a better reason to believe
that I can close these eyes tonight and dream!
And if years don't turn into days, I'll wait...
until I have stopped going 
from one lover to the other,
and wasted what you adore!

The sooner you realize my endless need,
the faster I will stop running wild and breath!  



Details | ABC | |

When I was

When I was

when i was one year old
i was very bold,
when i turned two
i lost my shoes
then i turned three
and got stung by a bee
when i was four
I want to the store and felt very bored,
Then I turned five
And learned to dive,
When I got six
I learned to fix,
Then I turned Seven
and wished to eleven,
But i turned eight
And got a team mate,
Nine is the number
That caught me in trouble,
Ten followed nine
With  a   wisdom full mind
And  now i am Eleven


Details | I do not know? | |

Through the Seasons

My hands are wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, warmth from the fire fills the room
I glance out the window and see you through the window laced with frost
Flecked with snow,  your fingers brush away each flake
With your breath, you breathe warmth and life into each vine
I sit and watch you, around me the books we have read, lost in the dreams we made

Then spring comes and our mornings are spent in yawning conversation
Your fingers are dancing across the vines, each new leaf a wonder
The vines are reaching above us, searching out the warmth of the sun

In the warmth of the summer days we lay under an umbrella of velvet green leaves
In the vines above us, we see our reflection in the leaves, wrapped in each others arms
You lay your head on my shoulder,  the scent of roses moves through the air
Roses are in full bloom all around us, and the moist green earth beneath

It is a brisk autumn night, the roses have now closed
The vines are quiet now, dormant but bathing in the full moonlight
The smell of the fireplace fills my head, crackling sounds fill the room 
Your voice is my music, music of love, we feel reborn as we go on our journey of firsts

Now the days are long and gray as we spend the days watching from warm windows
Our rose garden sleeps now in wait of the warm sun to come
You sit by the fireplace and feel the warmth of my hand on yours
We sit there quietly, my arms around you, we talk and dream of springs to come


Details | Alliteration | |

Apart, Apart, in Ever-Dream

I come from Dawn to Night's long mile
Whose boyhood heard the songs of brooks
And mourned the sparrow's falling,
And Hope, those days did lift my wings
As lone I strode the gardened fields 
Of honied labyrinth...
Apart, apart! In Ever-Dream,
My bliss found full at giants feet-
Enthralled, bewitched at Sky's orations
Or what forests deep did tell...
And now the Day's long-bearded trek
But to endless shade proceeds...


Details | Rhyme | |

Reflections


There’s something about forty
I now see my mom and dad
As I peer into the mirror
When I’m happy or I’m sad

I see their joyful smiles
Often when I am glad
I see their frowning faces
Occasionally when I get mad

Reflections of them now
Forever on and on
They live inside somehow
For we share a common bond

I have my father’s eyes
I’ve got my mothers smile
It’s funny to see them every day
As I haven’t seen them in a while

So now, take at look at you
You’ll be amazed at what you’ll find
If you can’t see it yet, it’s true
Just give it some more time



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 | Couplet | |

Equinox Love

Her presence as cool as autumn breeze,
Her grey color eyes do faithfully tease.

Her kiss as soft and gentle as floating leaves,
Her caress as warm as the one she receives.

Autumn colors perfect her body’s movements.
With precious curves, needing no improvements,

Her curious laugh that sparkles like the morning dew,
Certain words she speaks that deliver clever queue.

Even her slight anger intensifies my love so deep.
Falling in love in the fall places all issues asleep.

Autumn romance sets a warm tone before cold arrives.
Truly in this time of year, love endures and survives.

written for
Sponsor Michael J. Falotico 
Contest Name Falling in Love in the Fall 


written by
Cecil Hickman


Details | I do not know? | |

A Blind Blessing

A Blind Blessing
A beggar, walking blind one day
Stumbled across a stream
He curled his fists in anger and cried
“How could God be so mean?”

“He made these wonderful waters here,
and the grass, so soft and green.
These wonders are those that I cannot see.
How could God be so mean?”

“He gave me no eyes to see the trees 
That grow so tall and lean
So if he made this beauty here,
How could God be so mean?”

“Tis I who most enjoys his works,
I love every single thing.
But I’ve not the power to see them.
How could God be so mean?”

And as he sat and pondered this
A voice came to his ear
“Son, these are the gifts I’ve given thee,
to feel, to smell, to hear.”

“Thou love this earth much more than some,
Those whose eyes just pass it by.
I’ve given thee the gift to see
Within thine inner eye.”




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In your glances

Seasons pass with no apology,no pause...
thoughts hibernating with whispers so loud
words migrating,their drifting so subtle somehow
the horizon's stretching my determined focused view
the wind's singing so softly now,from my vantage point to you
and the clocks are just dragging,all this time away
you scream it in your glances,screaming for me to stay
jumbled puzzle pieces,that I must find
buried memories,haunted pictures...thoughts left behind


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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...


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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


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Venus in a Bikini

Some oils on canvas by Sandro Botticelli will never capture what I now see. There is a young woman with great beauty. This heavenly vision is stimulating me. As Jackson Browne sings: “She must be somebody’s baby”, the music and lyrics describe her completely. Frolicking in the sand along the sea, it looks as if I see Venus in a bikini. Running with the rhythm of the waves’ crashing sound, she has the attention of other men around. On this beach, no greater beauty can be found. Did this doll rise from the ocean on a seashell? On each man, she has cast a magic spell. This pretty young thing is something special. Today on the sand and surf, she’s a spectacle. All the other guys want to make time and have fun. Who would not want her? Who will be the lucky one?


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For Sweet November Rain


Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, rhyming
silently, across the vast blue sky
in waiting, eagerly 
for sweet November rain.
We knew, we both
have the need to feel 
what’s good to be touched… 
the truth was, by the way,
I enjoyed the beat.
We danced, whilst the noon birds warbled, 
with unchained melodies, as the passing wind 
gently rippled the field’s golden hair, till we 
settled, ourselves, into a naked ritual, exaggerating much 
the vers libre it was leading us, before
finally, we wrestled the night, with an adieu kiss.

Yes, I remember…
I’ve a sonnet of us, for 
sweet November rain to cleanse and freshen
the wrinkles we left on a golden field, of tares, 
…for its next transients!  


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Truth of our hearts

We are called into
A real stretch of loneliness
Time unravels
As I know myself
Standing apart from you
And our dangling hopes

Raw nerves busted
Our throats bigger
Than what we could claim
So again rearranged
The old titans of foe

No longer will I stride alone in cities creep
Life beams in dirt and trees
The vast unknown stretches forever


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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…


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The Moon Did Spill That Night

I remember a place
with a heart concrete
that lived and breathed the night.
It was a place that glowed
pulsed in time with the pounding of the night's workmen,
stewed in the warm, wet flood of autumn streetlight
walks past stoops that lined the blackened stretch of tar
sneakers and scarves so cool
that they melted and smoked at the touch
And from your window,
you could see it all;
you could see the birds and the beetles
contented in their coats of cold,
And you could see me stop
every evening at the foot of your door
and tip my hat to the wind
that blew like lips to horn.
Your window was a gateway
to a place too good to live,
too good to believe in,
too good to taste and smell and touch
when the sun was up and shining,
for everything that happened
happened at night,
when the pipes lit up and the children's shoe-soles
sounded loud and echoed proud through the alleyways,
and the TV sets ceased their roaring
for a moment long enough to keep the hopscotchers on their canvas-clad toes,
and the radio merely tickled the air
with notes of a blue
deeper and truer than the vastest, most empty starless sky...
And spilled on the sidewalk-chalked walls of brick and young love
was a moon,
a moon whose dusty, yellow glow
was all that we thrived in
all that we loved and hated and wished and kissed in,
all that we sang and shouted and drank and pissed in,
and all of us missed it
when the hours on the clocks of dark dried up,
leaving us with little more than empty gazes,
empty bottles and empty beds,
empty arms and empty heads,
promises broken,
desires unfulfilled,
but with sweetest day dreams
of the night to come.


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Whats up there

High in the autumnal air the smell of wood burning is everywhere
Folks tidying gardens love to burn forgetting that smoke has only upwards to go
What else is up here, yes, the feel of cold winds
As summer leaves us and autumn unfolds the air is full of coldness, making noses twitch
Thinking of winter and the cosiness of this reminds us that fireworks will soon abound
Lit on the ground but straight up they come to explode there
Making the air smell of age old battles
When gunpowder was king, just a memory within the mind of the old
Who read of these things


Romance is in the autumn air after the warmth of the sun made the love grow
Needs the cosiness of autumn to keep,the pair together to find the love they knew
Oh autumn air with clouds in your way push them aside, so the sun can stay
Send warmth down to us, we need it each day, or we will wither and die
The air is full of surprises, the birds flying in to stay
Cos some  like the cold weather, then there's those that flyaway
The bees and butterflies are near finished, nectar is collected     Job is done
The noise of the snores of the hedghogs and such, as asleep they will stay
Until the air is of springtime, they will awake .


Goodnight autumnal bliss, i look forward to a new you each day.


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A Single Summer Night

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


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The Forgetfulness of Tuesdays.

She studied her shoes for ages, laces frayed from her obvious clumsiness

He touched her arm, lightly, as tornadoes settled themselves and memories
fought the weather,
her hair, it seemed, was nappier on Tuesdays, and he tousled her
when she woke up.


"Please" was always spoken too lightly,
she fell inside herself with the familiarity of requests
and apologized for winter's mess,
she shook her head,
her eyes always fell on Tuesdays,
and sighed, for how is tragedy
pretty?


He snapped pictures for their calendars, she pasted them above
dates and message boards on smudged kitchen walls,
she fell in love with the deterioration of paper
and decided hate would fit
him
better,
the stacked boxes above her refrigerator sang out lonliness
and the letters that wrote out their connection
on Friday nights
spoke now of neglect.


She walked through hallways, lit dimly by apple cinnamon scented candles,
and watched her shadow lead her though
silent rooms,
her fingers slid across the cracks that had become the voices of abused dishes
and anger, in January, when Tuesday's sun rose too cold,
when Friday nights made her
shiver
and the sweaters he laid upon her shoulders became threadbare,
for this was neglect
weaved in between with the threads of spoken love.


Day breaks in the middle of thought sometimes, as silence breaks
with breathing,
and there was a reminder at twelve twenty seven a.m.
that he was there and dreaming,
that she was useless, save for the hair that tickled her cheeks when they became rosy
from the wind that stung her alabaster skin on
Friday nights in January
and she tied her shoes, certain that the laces would soak in puddles
of melting ice,
walked through doorways as her shadow followed her
to the portrait of hope where alone wasn't signified
by the beating hearts that forgot to love
on Tuesdays.




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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.


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Thoughts Within My Mind

****


If what I thought was what you meant, Then, " What If " 
we stroll to the back woods
of satin black shadow below heavenly boughs
perhaps a slow dance among the fallen leaves 
with white wine and innocent breeze
a place where you lose yourself in me
and I, I conform to your every need

what if............

perhaps..........

I dream...........


****

Contest ~ what if?



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Rose for all Seasons

Spring

As He looked down from the heavens above,
He created spring and prepared the earth.
He decided Eden needed more love
and made this the season for a new birth.

A perfect garden but man was alone.
One night He caused man to dream in his sleep
and opened his breast removing a bone.
A flower was planted for man to keep.

I am that mate, I’m man's flowering rose.
I was planted in spring in hallowed ground. 
Created in beauty the gardener knows,
the flower of man, to him I am bound.

No longer will man be alone to toil.
Planted in spring in God’s loving soil.


Summer

Now is the season I have come to bloom.
Thriving in summer, the gardener’s plan.
Born as a flower within the earth’s womb.
A beautiful rose created for man.

His gift of a flower since time began.
Companion for life, a loving soul mate.
Blossoming strength in the summertime span.
Flowering beauty at the garden gate.

I am that rose, such a wonderful fate.
Strength in beauty, I’m the gardener’s rose.
Created for man so we can relate.
I stand behind him where the garden grows.

Grace in beauty and feminine power.
Standing with him, I’m the summer flower.


Fall

Fall is the season of power and might.
A soul mate I was created to be
and placed in the garden at God’s decree.
Behind my man in the gardener’s sight,
a feminine rose is the male delight.
As I stand next to him, for all to see,
my mystical power that set him free
and the gardener smiled for it was right.

Fall is the season I start to relax,
the breeze is provoking my rest and sleep.
It is the season, our work is now done.
Together all year we learned all the facts
and memories that we, forever keep.
For we have been blessed together as one.


Winter

Winter lends a blanket of snow
here in the place where gardens grow.
Blossomed all year beautifully dressed.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

The gardener knows the reason,
my beauty doubles next season.
I gave him strength, held to my breast.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

My man smiles because of the rose.
A winter sleep is just repose.
A rose for a man, passed the test.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.

Winter lends a blanket of snow.
Winter has come, it’s time to rest.



Author Notes:

Spring:  Shakespearian sonnet
Summer: Spenserian sonnet
Fall: Petrarchan sonnet
Winter: Kyrielle sonnet



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my mark

a proud flare in my uplifting joy
all the people pray in there coy
a cownless madow to bare
as we stay out of freedoms way
take a look at what u say
a lost boy was found
around the bent feather


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wintered rings of saturn

the story's spoke
the songs she wrote
the long walks up the stairway
"I think i'll wear flair today"
Nothing really matters today

The storms she loved
The love she stormed
Swarm
the days alarm
you were mint, i was orange
I meant 
I enjoyed the way we formed
Admittedly 
we were children of porn
Late night fiilms and corn
an appetite for the born
slowly, calm down
go so slow now
You were a sunrise
I was a frown
It was sunset
where do we go now

There was a time
we unraveled with sand
When life resembled 
a portion of gravel at hand
charm was something you endured
but i didn't have
"to be," was something you'd taste
But i couldn't grasp 
so now it's back to 
old pen and pad
You were a dear old lad
Spinely, unwinding
Down
Here before 
Must we visit 
once more
storms now surround saturn
as they did when we were
around that pattern
Venus peers from a distance
My hair extends
but theres just something 
about wisdom

No ones going home
A song for the known
No ones going home
just a disarray 
of a promise never shown


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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




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PLANNED A DAY IN THE MERRY SUNSHINE

Came from work, exhausted and moody,
fall is advancing with an improvised, swift pace,
but the meteorologist defies it with the happiest face;
and tomorrow I'll wake up and trot away! 


Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
with a basked full of treats and a bottle of red wine,
to be consumed by the shade of an elm with my dearest;
and all the songbirds I will invite to my afternoon's feast!


We lay on the neatest blanket, facing the calmest, eastern sea
as sailboats drift by...a toddler listens to his mom's nostalgic song,
and in her tender voice that soldier's smile, on rippled waves, appears;
and tears, with a solar luster, fall on the pristine sand to recall her lost love.
  

Seagulls glide over to announce the close of an August's evening
still huddled in intimate embrace, the rushing waves tickle our toes,
and not minding their amusing play, we carry on and not withdraw;
before we lift the damp blanket, we are greeted by stars in throngs.


Planned a day in the merry sunshine,
a fantasy realized by two who will dream of this passionate season,
remembering our tanned faces and skin glittering with sand;
waving goodbye to the disheveled mother and trembling child.



Note:  These are the observations of a happy couple spending a day on the beach,
but  the happiness they felt wasn't shared by a mother and child who both missed a husband 
and father; and by the sad look on their faces, gazing out to the sea...he had gone to the  
Iraq War, and unfortunately had never returned home.


Details | Crystalline | |

Birth

emerging in a silent beauty 

a new season awakes in sunlight......








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An Ode to Birth and Death

Darkness ended, Winter released her icy grip; budding crystals soon began to drip.

The Earth then tendered, its surface filled with life; Spring now wed to Summer, the
radiant rays piercing the frozen skies.

But Beauty gives way to Destruction and forests turn to tinder.

Here lies the crossroads, an Ode to Birth and Death.

A flower that slowly bloomed left stranded now in late Spring, scorched by Summer’s rays,
but oh its beauty still remains.

It lives on desolate ground. A mind unfolded, it's heart retouched.

And at last outlasted a depression that once did rule. And you the fair Demise, how will
you compromise? When we together win the prize.

Flailing futilely in a sea of lies; the Fountain of Youth was found, its waters tainted.

Perhaps it’s best not to toy with Life and Death.

The Seasons unwillingly shifting, the Sun now in full bloom, and the flower starts to wilt;

Beautiful, as death begins to set, while Summer touched the Earth.

Petals fall away like tear drops on the skin, and light penetrates in a wonderful array.

Ever growing heat, now begins to drain them of life, while petals turned to dust, carried
away in gusts.

Together fertilized, yet unaware, it only dares to bring about despair.

Death gives back again to Life; an early end to a late start.

A new beginning comes from dust and decay, as the Summer sun now fades away.

The burning skies teaming with gray.

Death takes a new form; white, blinding, crushing and consuming.

Oh but gorgeous it remains, In time, life grows again,

Coming from the wastes of a flower that late bloomed.Yet life anew begins too soon.

In Winter’s last grasp, her touch did drain, when frozen ashes did remain;

Here is life’s penultimate breath, the greatest Ode to Birth and Death.


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A Cold Question

Alaska
Is what her parents named her
Cause when her parents named her they were baked
I think that
They must have had a premonition
Cause I'm sittin' round here wishing
Her excuses weren't half-baked

But when the air turns cold
I think I'll ask her once again

Alaska
Is what her parents called her
But who would want a daughter cold as ice?
And although
I've begged her to reconsider
I'm doubting she'll deliver
Cause the summer's not so nice

But when the air's no longer gold
I'll ask her once again

Snow is convenient
For sledding and skiing
For playing but not for keeping in your heart
Alaska, sincerely, I'm waning, I'm freezing
To sleep or to death

Before we even start
Before we even start
Before we even start
Resuscitate me, please restart my heart

Alaska
Has a problem with commitment
No kidding

But when the air turns cold
I think I'll ask her once again


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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


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two lovers romping,

two lovers romping,
young springtime is more fun
than a winter nap

Ó November 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen


Details | Free verse | |

Wind Song

Love blew into my life unexpectedly on a warm breeze in summer, gently caressing me like a song, enticing me to give my heart. A sensation I had never experienced. Then, love blew out of my life unexpectedly on a frigid gust in winter, silently, chilling me to the bone. My heart turned to ice. A sensation I had never felt. Love returned to me unexpectedly on a soft breeze in spring, like a familiar song. The wind became still, waiting for my heart's reply. By summer, my heart thawed and danced on the breeze, warmly, embracing love once again. Love lives in the wind song of every season and I live happily dancing on the breeze.


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September Smile

Here in the Sun, Spring is receding
Winter is born in me
Your witchcraft besets me
The cold glazes my eyes
The green glares white
The clouds are cemented
There we are again
Longing for the equinox of our intentions
Pull me forward from this
Push me back into us
Divide me from this discontent
Shake this frost
Warm my bones with a September smile


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THE WINGS THAT MAKE US FLY

I had no wings to take me to the mysterious skies...
to go beyond the uncertain and unpredictable unknown,
and watching those seagulls swooping up and down,
I decided to get wings to discover beauty with new eyes!


The wings that make us fly are given
to certain individuals who appreciate life with keen
intelligence and deep understanding...
the wings that make us fly will keep on flapping!


Why do we search for dreams and ideas: to bring changes,
or to widen our narrow horizon? To seek love or peace?
Both are truly inseparable as affection and kisses...
are we capable of sending them over a friendly breeze? 


The wings that make us fly need all the strength available
to keep them in motion in times of fear, in times of joy or cry,
being satisfied only when certainty is as clear as a sunny sky... 
let's start from a lower point and reach the unimaginable!


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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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The Imagination of Fear When Playing Bonnie and Clyde.

We stood there, back to back, creating shadows in rooms the sun

dared.not.touch.


I could see eyes racing through breath and life stalled herself, time equated minutes with
the way my knees shook, and I counted the blinking that occurred when I waited


to hear him speak.


His hand reached, my fingers placed themselves between his grasp, and I thought how
wonderful it was I had my nails painted, how pretty my hold on tomorrow appeared when you
couldn't see the sweat that sat on my palms...


The air was thick that day, sticky with the idea of summer and humid with the possibility
of June, my curls tightened in the damp atmosphere that circled us and I wondered why...


(if we were so in love)


we refused to look at one another.


Pretty words often cloud reality, and we stood in the middle of a storm that had started
off beautiful, the darkness surrounded my waist and crept up my neck as I wished it was
his touch, dancing across my skin, on the Sundays he had smiled down at me, on the days he
claimed me beautiful and the afternoons we had made love.


“We'll fight this,” he whispered over his shoulder as his breath crawled into my left ear,
and I wore white, a skirt that stuck to my thighs, so that my form would be desirable, I
silently begged him to look at me, I bit my lip and thought that there was no way out if
he didn't turn around.


Low~cut and desperate, I took hold of the denim that created belt loops on the back of his
jeans, I fumbled for a pocket to place a love note in, I searched for the words to write
that would heal us, I studied the explanations that scattered themselves through my brain
and decided he needed to stop protecting me and...

turn...


“Look behind you, Dear,” I begged, as my legs fought the need to run, “look behind you and
capture me.”

“I am,” he replied, “but your eyes are closed and I can't see my reflection in you anymore.”


I could hear his breath catch, his decided desperation, and the way my teeth clicked when
I became scared, I felt my lashes, the black painted cage for my tears, how frightened I
was to open them and how determined I was to...

fight.


He kissed me then, brushed his lips across my parted mouth, and upon the blinking release
that flooded ages ago down my heated, flushed cheeks, I saw him, standing, in a room that
the sun had attacked, his shadow crossing the floor, his hand...

touching mine,

and my back...

against the wall. 




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Fall

Come autumn rain, come wind of north!
Blow your darkness forth and forth –
I defy thee with my own strength
I fight against thy powers length!

Hail on me sleet, hail down your ice!
Smash down this human twice or thrice –
I will resist against your try
No matter how your storm may cry!

Embrace me night, embrace me cold
like arms of death and fog on wold –
oppose I can with my death heart
ward off the cold and lethal dart.

No storm is like dark feelings gale;
no hail can hurt like loving’s flail;
no cold can kill as amor’s arrow -
compared with love is fall a sparrow.


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Christmas Gifts

Santa stuffs stockings
Pomegranates, juice, bees wax 
Chocolate tree nuts


Details | Lyric | |

Pieces Of Fall

Bark mulch and oak leaves               Hear the call
scattered down and brown                  away
Dirt road's old farm house                 in a memory
shuttered and shut down

people who lived there                   It's not there
are lost in the rain                       and they
hunting and searching                       were not looking
what they can't regain

Standing in puddles                      It's not there
oak leaf blackened now                      and they
huddled and clinging                         just keep looking
to one remembered vow

Spring green and dancing                 It's not fair
Windsong wild days                         a pair
returning tomorrow                           of lost lovers
staying til Summer haze


Details | Free verse | |

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!


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Love must be so pliant


Love must be so pliant ,
like a blade of grass,

Bowing to the wind,
till the storm has passed.

Love is enigmatic
Like the sphinx’s smile.

Waiting for an answer,
Nothing is on file.

Love is often near us
Yet we do not see.

Sometimes where we are
Is just the place to be


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extra plus

Run run Rose
The winter is haunting
Come
Rest rest in my heart till
The next round of spring


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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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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"











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Her Story

Yellow and orange
Consume the wonderful fall
For this little girl
Fall is when she falls in love
She rises with the spring
She is at her peak in the summer
But she cannot keep strong
All Year long
So she falls when the leaves fall
She is in love now
Fighting for this one boy
Giving him all she's got
She finally hits rock bottom
In the winter
He breaks her heart
Shatters her so
She only remains that way though
For a short while
Because with spring comes relief
With summer comes strength
After that her story starts again


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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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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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My Reasons

The more I am away from you,
The more I want you here.
The more I do without your love,
The more I want you near. 
I know that it makes little sense
To want what's not around,
But there's just one true love for me
And that's the one I've found. 

We've gone through all the weather maps,
The sunshine and the rain,
But I would take a sea of storms
To be with you again.



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Cold Place on Earth

Concern for friends & family,
Taste of love expressed outwardly from the heart.
Worry not?
Impossible journey,
Who can escape?
Emotional element missing?
Ice age,
World of soul-less beings,
Image of God not found within-


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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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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


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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 





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The full moon

On this summer’s night
There is full moon in the sky
But I want to cry!


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Spring Love

glorious spring days lovers awaken as roses romance warm weather melts hearts dancing on a song sunlit gardens shoot sensations to mountaintops heightened passion exploding azure skies spark lovers night heats fireworks flight


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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


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Just some thoughts

Fall through the mist of sky 
Catch a drop that lets us breath
Smear the heat to cover your chills
Ignore your growing nature lust


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


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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



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PRETTY IS TOO INCREDIBLE

I remember seeing you walking downtown,
flashing such a revealing smile in early fall;
and I,attracted by your charm,
could not resist you at all..
because pretty is too incredible
to describe you and not to pray for a miracle!

I've walked in this noisy piano bar...
unawarely of you being there,
and he's touching you with his jealous hands,
giving me such unpleasant glances;
oh, he's making you the center
of his attention...noticing how I stare!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you otherwise,
'cause you deserve a guy who has a sweet voice,
and runs his fingers on your quivering skin so fair:
to make you feel sensations you never felt before...
turning you into a more passionate woman,
who desires the touch of a real man!

I wish you were really free,
so you'd be part of my wonderful destiny;
and with these emotions exploding inside,
there's no hope for me go wild...
having you on those nights, filled with bliss,
until you are in a flood of warm kisses!

Pretty is too incredible to describe you,
and that thought can't keep me apart
from your sad eyes that speak of hurt;
dream of me and I'll dream of you...
let's make believe we are this close,
and that an impossible love we never choose!


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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


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Spring weather

The snow falls late this year in May.
When burdened roses break in parts
I hear the hound of sadness bark
against the courage of all men.

All left and all alone I stay
to see the sundown in all hearts.
By foggy twilight feelings dark
and never can be light again.

Through empty abscond is a way.
There hunters chase with bows and darts
to kill a mocking bird - the lark
(for sunrise never comes again).

Footprints of time, called night and day,
will lead me to the nightmares mart:
The road to lonelinesses park
where hope is lost and bare all men.


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Reminiscent Heart

There's a flower revival beyond my window pane,
Where velvet petals of fragrant rose remains.
Spring renewal spurns the colder freeze,
And casts love upon a floral breeze.

Pixies steal ribbons from a maiden’s room,
So her long loose tendrils catch nature’s bloom.
A green carpet of grass stretches beneath her feet,
While her beau makes her toes curl with kisses so sweet.

She pretends the world's a magic wonderland,
And fairies sprinkle dust to make love so grand.
Ah, for the splendor of this season in time,
When the youth feel giddy, but strong in their prime!

Oh! I long for those days when I was young,
And danced with pixies ’cause Spring had sprung.


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Fall Memories

leaves fall as swiftly as the wind blows threw my hair the cold breeze brings out the goose bumps the wet leaves stick to my memory as fondly as they stick to me losing track of time as dad pulls me out of the leaf pile we exchange smiles for the last time before i had back to reality once loved, lost ,found again , lost again .. ...


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The Moon

a silver sliver
frowns on me from above~
cars swarm lover's lane



Details | I do not know? | |

golden age

golden flecks and reflected light

float slowly to the base

caught in hands reaching high

and splash against my face

painting my skin a golder tint

washing cares away

i give them my time to spend

and lay down in their grave


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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


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Nostalgic Love

Chrysanthemums bloom, heralding in fall,
Pumpkins bring delight to one and all.

The air is filled with fragrances so sweet.
Colors of the leaves an artist’s treat.

Memories of walks along cool lanes,
Weather maps show paths of hurricanes.

Snuggles in the park watching a game.
Hand in hand, each yesterday, the same.

Squelching summer heat will soon be quenched.
Autumn breezes in my heart entrenched.

Chilling winter sneezes, wearing gloves.
Nostalgic love: fall and turtledoves.

© September 30, 2011
Dane Smith-Johnsen

Written for  "Falling in Love in the Fall" Poetry Soup Member Contest  
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico


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Spring Haiku

With May nearly out-
Sprouting the bloom of new life
The lamb lies nearby

Summer begins soon-
Warmth to firm the sagging land,
Earth renews its hold

The heat touching me-
Thaws me inside-opening
Pleasure's smiling lips

Listening to sounds-
Music stirs the dancing heart,
Beating tuned sublime

What cost will be paid-
Love's temptations, all but spent?
Warm thoughts will return.


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in our infinite return

I blame it on the light
pretending. Auburn bright and Autumn
too.
Fainted dim of our December
imparts the solemn fall of all to
view.
Crass comes the stilted body, amalgam
in the slanted rain. The April rains a timbered
soak.
The rings. O time! O time remains.


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AN EARLY STROLL

Clear sky above, crisp breeze of dawn
gently blowing on our sun-tanned skin.


Lost in the autumnal beauty before us,
we hear the leaves crackle as fire logs.


No bird songs to greet the golden-colored sunrise,
only two lonely souls walking as it grows and shines.


Many distant thoughts of Yule and gifts
escape from us with only joy to embrace. 


The sunshine feels warm as the morning advances, 
a few clouds appear and cast a shadow on the waves. 


This path leads to a rolling hill which we ardently seek,
from here dreams never flee to disarm love's heartbeat.   



Written by Andrew Crisci
for Michael J.  Falotico's contest,
" Falling In Love In Fall "


Details | I do not know? | |

Rain drops sliding down my window

Rain drops sliding down my window
After a cool autumn rain
They fall just like my tear drops
When I'm lying here in pain

I never know what to say
I never try and force it out
But when it’s on my tongue
It comes out as a shout

I can’t expect you to understand
Especially how I feel
I'm calling out for your touch
But our fate you will not seal

I sit here just awaiting
For spring to come back soon
So these autumn raindrops
Will dry up just like dew 


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Amanda

Amanda
December 12, 2011
WLM
Wildncrazy555

Amanda my Dream, 
Just let out a scream, 
I know it will be, 
For YOU shall be with me, 
For the rest of my life, 
Without all the strife, 
We will always give,
Through our lives we will live, 
So happy and content, 
As it should be meant, 
And live and learn, 
In my arms I truly yearn, 
To have and to hold, 
For this I will be bold.


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Clematis Cirrosha (French sonnet)

Great grin, glow, O glow, ‘til grizzled I grow, humming
Brightly bring bliss back before boredom burns me black 
My morn muse minding merry mountains’ moulded rock 
Tantalizes thoughtless thought that taunts thoughtless thing   
Lulling, longing, life with you, my love lives each day    
Whispering wind warmly wheeze words o’ awe, I feel 
Forever, firm beauty you own, as always will
Be beauteous blossom, bed o’ boredom stays at bay    

Dearest darling, don’t dare dry honeyed aroma 
Tempest thorns o’ thunders though sure to us they throw 
Yet, you-- yodelled youth o’ yore to death not to sow 
And, Angels adore you-- Clematis Cirrosha
Let love o’ mine, for you, flow in the darkest night
Heart diamond o’ thine, how precious is your light	


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Storm

In the midst of storm
Running without the thunder
Gave herself to rain


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Deep Blue Sea

Forever enthralled, 
you have always been in love
with the sky's grandeur.


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Cashless Christmas

‘Twas a week before Christmas, not a present was bought,
But I know a secret that helps me care naught.
While others are out spending, and fighting in lines,
I am at peace, not a care clouds my mind. 
Yes, I am too broke this year, can't afford to buy gifts,
But Christmas is about more than what’s on your wishlist.
It’s a time of giving, not just presents, but love and goodwill.
So simply cherish those you care about this season, and your holiday spirit will be fulfilled!

Poem by Alisha Gordon


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Sow seed

Jesus know our greatest needs
He has planted an incredible seed
That whosoever may believe
May received.


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A Diamond for Mom on Mother's Day

How many springs that bloomed and withered like flowers?
How many winters that came and melted in front of me?
How many summers that burnt my skin and dried the land?
How many autumns had covered the front door with leaves 
that crackle, when you stepped-on, rushing to kiss me?

I’m a grown man 
now, early-forties. Yet, 

I still remember well what I wore on my first day of school;
It was not signature, nor a famous Armani brand; but 
a hand made barong, sewn to fit me.
You slaved yourself over it, so that neighbors 
won’t tease me, half-naked going to school.

I also remember when I held your worn hand in mine 
to compliment you; and you looked straight into my eyes, 
bluish---like the color of the sky over us. You smiled.
The warmth of your hands still lingers on my body,
mingles with the sweat of your blood that runs thru my veins. 
At that moment of time I knew, my life’s filled with love.

To you, my beloved Mom
Happy Mother’s Day! 

Here, I brought a basket of apples, your favorite 
which I picked from our grove---at the back garden.
Let me cut this red one, for you, and I’ll show… 
the star---the symbol of my past and my future. A great star. 
Mom, only these I’ve for you, fruits of my hands, not diamond.

My precious son, red or green apple, Californian or not, is fine
with me. And, I don’t need diamond, for I already have one 
since nineteen hundred and sixty-seven, the year when I saw 
the cockcrow and dusk, finally, met that caught me, by surprise.
 


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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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Timely Expressions (from My Secret Sin)

Time don’t smile
I accept with open arms
The hardships wished upon this child
Time won’t smile
Scars for souvenirs
Symptoms of a lonely mans mile
Time don’t smile
My senior year nearly lost
I promise it’s everything but false
Generosity of a kind mans heart
Sacrificed happiness remaining the cost
Two wrongs don’t make a right
Yet I put two negatives together
And on the other end of the equation I saw a light
No need to become sentimental
My misery is all but instrumental
After while hope will be widespread
I mean continental
Speak soft to me mother
Let your prayers reach my heart, ever so gentle
And out here it ain’t all bad
Mistaken guilt for love, what you call sad
Internal bleeding
Still on my soul eternity is feeding
It’s all in good deeds
A palm full of trust is all I’m needing
LSD, stress , a bit of Hennessey
Got me blessed with bad tendencies
Why does it seem disaster is so kin to me
White roses, Grave yard dozers, and spiritual imposers
Has my life at a sudden closure
Time won’t smile


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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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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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FLY ME TO TITAN

Fly me to the Titan
Let me walk among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On Venus, Jupiter and Saturn
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, Honey  kiss me
now and then

Fill my heart with peace
Let me smile  for ever more
You are all I long for
All I desire

In other words, please be loyal
In other words, I love you so 
Please come here!


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Abele Trees in Autumn

Above the lake abele trees are golden
Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Snowy white swans face longing for each other


Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
The lake reflects gold and red like miracles
Snowy white swans face longing for each other
Knowing winter is coming with its bother

Now that autumn has reached its pinnacle
Two muted swans surrounded by reflective color
Knowing winter is coming with its bother
Above the lake abele trees are golden


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IN Your Heart

CHRISTmas is in your heart,
not in the malls.

MERRY CHRISTMAS.....


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Bella



___ Thou goest upon dreary road with sun ray dancing near could ye find red rose of love or withering heights left bare She now but dreams in clouds above thou wilt thine hope of love emerge beyond of laden thought to dwell in charities robe ___


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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


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Ying Yang

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


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The Compromise Years

Foreboding night of mist twined with shadows of glowing lamplights.
She was standing there under the lamplight post,
her weathered cylinder mechanical smile,
in photogenic reverse.

Seemed she had been waiting for sometime
like the years end of mature thyme.
Graceful movements her hands went to work
caressing an imaginary spot in her palm.

Her head lifted towards the voices ahead
thoughts grasping the spilled syllables of conversation.
Without a speck of rationalization her eyes lit
her countenance sparked.

Her disappointment registered once more
as the couple passed.
Her hands began to massage the aching spot
in the middle of palm.

Her heart swallowed whole the womb of
age and disengaged as she remembered the
long wait of a promise the years of compromise.

Another year approaching her weathered mechanical
smile faded to a line.
Her arms sleeved in the coolness of the night
under the shadowed glow from the lamplight.


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A Pretty White Rose

a pretty white rose
her robe is being filled with
tears from someone's eyes


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' The Touch Of A Virgin ... '

Her Touch Was Shyly-Light
Full of Purity, In His Sight
Her Touch Was Soft in Timidity
Almost Opposed To His Temerity

Almost As If She Were Afraid To Lay
Naked and Exposed, as Helpless-Prey
Untouched and Untutored In Torrid-Ways
His Eyes, Seemed To Say … It’s Ok …

So, The Touch of The Virgin, Did Fall
Her Fingertips, Fragile and Small
Upon Broad Shoulders and Over All
Gaining-Ground, with Each, Moist-Kiss-Call

 … On His Lips, His Eyes, All Over His Face
From Toes, To Thighs, and Back Up, To Waist
Around His Torso, Sent Shivers Up His Back
Covered Every Inch, of His Manly-Track …

In An Instant … It Was All Over
Beneath Blanket, She Was Now ... Lover
By Honeyed-Moon, They Did Glisten and Glow
After The First Touch of ... Virgin Snow


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ballad of a wintered songster

Brandy and Crème soda 
Autumn summons us 
Shoulder to shoulder
We know not
If we’re getting older
We are self confident soldiers
I give you the best 
Of my brandy and Crème soda

March
Early and on we shall
Through these days of despair
Autumn prevails
Ways to soften
Whom could offer such a touch
A warm letter in the mail
Growing adolescents 
A young man
The consequences  that follow
A growing male
The turmoil that soothes us 
Is growing ale
The spice that tips ginger
Snaps a small town singer
“I love you”
It’s going to be a long winter
Shall we withstand 
This duration as centered
Look to no one 
For flaws 
seem to dissolve our mentors
Passion is Rum
Whiskey endures 
cold nights and un-sober palms
A rapist telling me
“I love your mom”
A young harlet calling 
“dear love come home”
A shelter 
From where doubt comes
The city’s filth 
Why it loves only my lungs
I’m good, I’m fine
Expressions in a glass of wine
Through these words 
A strangers poetry
You and I 
have become intertwined
I’m lost, I’m alone
I feel as though
I’ve become undone
Run, run, away and fast
On to no where, as orphans 
We were found at last


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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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Awry

Things go awry but life moves on anyway
There's love and laughs and takes for gain
For every high there is low and loss the same
A fight against change let my good times stay
Please remain please remain they never stay.

Things aren't right but life moves on anyway
The further from the center the more we cycle and change
Until our change too starts to stagnate
Somewhere between we see spring to heat
'Till the leaves are no longer green or breathe.

Things get ****ed but life moves on anyway
How lucky are we? To wonder and dream
Of a life where we might have shared love between?
When the empty we heed echos of a world in need
How lucky - just how lucky - are we?


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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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Open Air

My boyfiend painted the windows because we live so close to the street, 
  I think I fell in love with him over those windows, kind of neat 
  What he did is so beatiful heavy frost not clear, 
There are roses up the fences on the windows I love them so dear, 
  My boss almost wrecked, looking at them all wretched around in her seat, 
  I now have stained glass windows but their a cheat. 
  We now have stained glass windows with a wrought iron fence, 
Theres even thorns on the roses with that, much time he spent.


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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


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A Rose Doth Be But What A Rose Doth Be.

That flowering petal is the flag to a nose...
It's signal's is it's beautiful but uncommon sense of one lone single rose.

Leaves often than naught fall all due to a lifely end...
This lone rose does often wilt and fall and likely bend.

A rose cannot fight off and fend for itself but yet, without it's only, lonely thorn... 
A rose is always planted-To never be born.

A rose's beauty is only matched by a nature's lonely girl...
When'st in full bloom-T'will thrill to all it's full beautied, viewable unfurl.

Why be it this my sweety doth love the beauty of this one lonely rose
so much? ...
This one lone rose's beauty is only surpassed by a smell and it's well softened 
petal's touch.

Doth be a diamond as a girl's best friend? ...
Only doth a rose doth one truely knows.

This fact be known only 'til time's eternal timely unexpected arrival
and decidedly unexpected end. 

 
 


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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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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


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July, and Us

Popsicle-stained shirts
Romance soon to fade
Draw in the dirt, sip
iced tea in the shade.
Summer leaves its' mark.

Kiss me so slow
Under this sun
Promise it's not
Just fleeting fun

We hid here
In this blue
umbrella.

Autumn
kills this

time.


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Plus

I shipped my poetry to you
I shipped with the season of bloom
I shipped my heart
With my beats and plus
And they will dwell in your breast
And they will burst like roses
In their bloom


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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?


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I wanted Maxfield Parrish

I wanted Maxfield Parrish
For you and with only you
A dream I know
A laugh to you?
Oh, how it couldn't be.

Now, there's been no point
For  a long time for any apologies
As much as I want to give them, you know
Ridiculous and hollow to you?
Yeah, what could I say?

How about thanks 
For the pain and the longing
A surprise I know
A bad joke to you?
But I'm serious.

This is our paradise present
For the past and the waste
It seems to make sense I know
A mere nothing to you?
That's fine.

If you need us to be dead
For my wrongs and your pity
A shame I know
Any burden to you?
Let go of it.

What I see is a tomorrow
For you and with you
A lot of chutzpah I know
Is it the putative old sick obsession just re-twisted?
See for yourself.

Today my guaranteed fare thee well is here
For you and yours
A shock I know
My goodbye is another lie to you?
No, my Love.


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Me and You at the Zoo

For as I hold your hand
in the blizzering snow
As we are in the zoo
we know that we will be always together
As we walk around the cages
every animal snores in it's cage
Every animal in the zoo
is snoring and getting a hair cut too.
In the zoo.


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!


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Not a Tear


Not holding back a thing
like the telephone, it does not ring.
I lost the song the notes floated away.
Been dreaming way to long so goes
the lover's broken song.

Lost the key and the door is locked.
it will come as a shock I know.
But this desert rose is dry and 
tired she’s moving on now.

No holding me back now I am
moving along .
not sure, what took me so long to 
decide what is best for me.

Perhaps it was the misspelled title
of those hidden longed for
dreams and the spell when I fell
for you so long ago.

The door is locked
the rain is pouring outside.
I forgot the phone just let it ring.
Did not look back I went straight
ahead to the dry desert.
Going to rescue that rose
before it is too late.

Going to beat fate at its 
own game make it bow in shame
taking her back where she
belongs being herself
once more.

No tear...
not even one tear...


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A LOST PASSION ONLY EVOKED BY FELICITY

Yesterday we held so close, sharing tenderness
Heaven was our refuge from an earth deprived of sweetness; 
no gray and dark clouds in our sky so wide and blue... 
when we sailed from a sea which welcomed the smiles of two.


Looking out from my window, no desire is deeper than mine,
but wishes are dreams not easily obtained by being sorry...considering this reality;
and it might take forever to see one realized in present time,
but my faint hope is kept alive by remembering a lost passion only evoked by felicity.


Tender love of yesterday, will you quickly return to these lips?
I long to smell those roses and see the thousands butterfly, so shy,
circling around us as we kissed watching the foamy waves roll by...
making us dream of the many treasures in those sunken ships.


Sunlight refuses to come in on a sunny day, although my garden blooms...
so sadness is the mood I'm caught in, and unable to escape it, I seem to dread: 
imagining your revengeful phantom pacing the floor of these cold rooms;
and would you harm me for my unfaithfulness and rapture me in that world? 


I haven't loved anyone the way I loved you, but temptation was stronger than honesty,
and losing all that I desired to complete that wonderful dream stolen by error,
everything fell apart..making me feel worse than a soldier stricken with terror;
can I still feel the joy of each sensation through a lost passion only revoked by felicity?   


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Midnight Lily

When we are all alone
when we don’t know where to go
we need to overcome
the feet that trample us to the ground
 
Some will persist to stay
others will fall for everything
if they don’t stand for anything
 
if you live for me
I’ll always live
and if u die for me
I’ll live everyday for you
 
Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath
as they watch and stare
waiting for a passion something to let you live
come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me
 
if you hold on now more will come
…they promise you
but if you always hold on
love can be true
leaf turns to leaf
live it when you can
 
We all fall into grief
 not all the same
lets be strong and rise again
show them whom you are
mortal
 
if you live for me
I’ll always live
and if u die for me
I’ll live everyday for you
 
Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath
as they watch and stare
waiting for a passion something to let you live
come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me
 
if you live for me
I’ll always live
and if u die for me
I’ll live everyday for you
 
Midnight lily; you are trampled underneath
as they watch and stare
waiting for a passion something to let you live
come and see what you have
come and see what you have is me
 
it seems to get harder
everyday
but happy can’t be happy
without sorrow


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The Mayfly is up on the Kennet by M.A.Meddings

The Mayfly is up on  the  Kennet,
Well it’s Whitsun why wouldn’t it be?
There’s a fine downstream breeze,
And  the  fishing’s with ease,
Do come as you used to for me.

The Mayfly is up on  the  Kennet,
You ought to come down for a spot,
If you come on Tuesday,
I’ll meet you at Newbury,
The weather  they say will be  hot.

Last Friday they started at lunchtime,
Just a few duns  to  begin,
But at twenty past eight,
Yes, really that late, 
‘twas as prolific as I’d ever seen.

The large fish you lost just last season,
With the ‘Rats Cat’ you left in it’s Jaw,
Came at me this morning,
Without any warning,
And god help me, forgive me I swore.

On Wednesday Julia’s brother,
Fishing on Shermans  they say,
Got his limit by teatime 
And whilst in  the  meantime,
Julia got me as well by  the  way.

In  the  long grass out along Gunters,
With the  middle  cut Hatch at it’s side,
We made love for hours
Amidst summer flowers
And  the  fishing is useless, I tried.

The emergence will not last much longer,
One more week is  the  keepers best guess,
But I’ve enough of  the  fishing,
 for now I’m just wishing,
That Julia will wear her new dress.




She has ruined my season for ever, 
Her tempting is all plain to see,
Just because of her eyes,
And of course her fine  thighs,
There’ll be no more fishing for me.

So The Mayfly is up on  the  Kennet,
Please excuse my disdain and aversion.
For Julia’s Smile,
 has detained me awhile,
I’ve a much more enthralling diversion.

Now the  Mayfly is up on  the  Kennet,
The  emergence is all fast and hopping,
On the  Park stream today,
I got my own way,
Julia’s gone off to do her own shopping.

But as  ‘the ladies’ go dancing  at Whitsun,
Julia flashes her eyes up at me,
It is not my physique, 
That she chooses to seek,
But my Fly box, for a pattern you see.

I taught her to cast just  this season,
Her delivery is coming on fine,
She got a leash just last Tuesday,
And another on  Thursday,
Now  for  romping  she hasn’t the  time.

But now  the  Mayfly is up on  the  Kennet,
There is one thing I continually wish,
That Julia’s beguile 
Would detain  me  awhile,
And I ‘d taught her to land her own fish. 

The End 


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Purpose In Time

There is a time; there is a season-
To every purpose and for every work:
             A time to be born;
              A time to die.
              A time to weep.
              A time to cry.
               A time to tear down;
                A time to kill
                A time to fix up
                A time to rebuild.
                 A time to take a chance
                    A time to dance;
                   A time to embrace-
                  A time to make haste.
                     A time to get;
                      A time to lose.
                  A time to accept;
                   A time to refuse.
                A time to speak and lift up the voice;
                 A time for nothing more than to rejoice.
                    A time for love;
                     A time for hate.
                        A time for war;
                         A time for peace.
                       A time to stay;
                        A time to depart.
But all time is given to serve God and each other-
With true expressions of Love from the depth of the heart.


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Nature Love

I love you and I hope for none
When will you receive a kiss
for then and now I give you my hopes
and none to be for love.
And wise and springs
and air coming through the windows
to cool down the sift of imagination
To winters above and little tiny balls
like in the sunshine rising
to be gone for the loss in nature
of us all.

Ava


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In The Misty Moonlight

Tin roof sounding board,
Springtime rain gently falling.
Thoughts of you prevail.


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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


Details | Rhyme | |

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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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.


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Freezing Cold

Winter’s always cold
The air a brisk freezing temp
Has a heartless feel
Like that of a lost
Relationship that’s gone by
Piercing the sore pride

Russell Sivey


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Her Summer

To understand a tree
how it lives in the summer
fails in fall
dies in the winter
reborn in spring

An endless phoenix cycle
around and around
as seasons come and seasons go
summer the height of their year

This summer will last,
the five-year-old said
the leaves will not go brown
nor crackle underfoot

they will not fall from the branches
like wispy little martyrs
the glossy green growing
shivering, frail, weak.

This summer will be different,
the six-year-old proclaims
The summer will last
The grass would stay warm

the sunshine would be perfect
In between the pale pink blossoms
and nature's own fireworks
everything was green

And yet despite the dreams
summer would end
taking away the cartwheels in the warm grass
and the carefree laughter in the treetops

Autumn would come
with reds and golds
browns and orange
pulling down the green curtain of life

Then, too soon,
snow would come in a flurry
coating the trees and the dead gray ground
shining painfully in the sunlight

But each frozen branch would prevail
push through and grow blossoms
of pink and white
delicate as glass

So the cycle came and went
summer breezes
fall storms
winter snow
spring flowers

Now the six year old is old
too old to run in the green
hear the chirps of the evening crickets
laughter, clear as sliver bells

But she had something better now
a husband so perfect and true
With green eyes the color of leaves
and deep brown hair like fertile soil

And his laugh
reminded her of sunshine
bursting through a cloak of emeralds
finding the child beneath

He was like summer.

Her summer.


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First Rose

As Spring so softly yields to warmer days
The first rose of summer shall bloom alone,
Her loveliness sets the garden ablaze.
The rip’ning world takes on a brighter hue
As queen of May, she dances round the stone
Beneath the cloudless skies of vibrant blue
And all I can do is sit here and gaze
On beauty found within a single rose.
I see the moistened pearl of morning dew
Upon her red petals it takes repose
And I can’t help my dreams that drift to you
For love had come so gently on wind’s blown
My eyes have seen so that my heart now knows
The first rose of summer shall bloom alone


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I Kissed A Butterfly

I kissed 
a butterfly
once

as it fluttered by
it was totally unconcerned
and the kiss-

a short one-
I was surprised
at how unselfish it was 
 
in this pause 
my rugged lips 
to hers


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The Snowfall

The snow is falling down the moonlit bay,
the wind rushing on the gorge.
Your cold head rested on the sand with mine,
with passion, facing the veiled skies.
Suede scorched suit of winter dreams
filled the years passed. And now, 
we search through our sacrificial eyes,
speaking with the falling drops of  tears.


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Autumn

I love you, autumn
Welcome to my tropic paradise
The rivers swollen bosom
Bids you drink, and these blue skies
Solacing my mind,
Ask you now to dream, the earth
Beckons you its grassy pillow

For in our dream we never die
And love and life return
Like the eagle in the sky
To mock the sun that cannot burn
And over troubled mountains fly
Holding the gleam of delight
In the glassy eye
By being fed at nature's plight

Many names Demeter
Starve us not again
For want of growing grain or rain
But brim us with your wheat
Let the does come in
And let their milk be white upon our teeth.
For Persephone has come back
Her pomegranate harvest
Making glad the laden bee
Hermes has closed Hades cavern
Bringing us healing and joy
O let children go reap the flowers
The hearth is full of laughing
And deities their bargain keep
Love will sow and labor reaps
Joy will sing
And autumn brings
The bubbling time of thanksgiving


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A Rose or a Thorn


Our love is neither a rose or a thorn. 
One leaves us whole, the other torn. 
Which one is which? There is no trick. 
The first we smell; the second, pick. 
When we pick love we end its growth. 
Not just the picked but of us both. 
Together we must each have 'ground'. 
That's where love's nourishment is found


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George Jargon

The cool.The night air.The mist.A breeze.The light.The stars.A kiss.A walk.
A stroll.A hint.A scent.A wish.A smile.A stare.A glance.A rain drop. A cloud.
A shower.A sunset.The dawn.A book.A song.A candle's glow.A fireplace.
A wall.A room.A pale color scheme.A bubble.A faucet drip. A cigar. The count
down.A wish A kiss.A pat on the back. A squat.A spot.A release.A drink.
Some gin.Some wine.A pomagranate.Some rum.Champagne.Love in vain.
A toast.The utmost.Imagination.Spooked Alone.The dark.A dim light. A
skeleton.A closet. Love tucked away.A rendezvous.A refuse.A sweet retreat.
A thick parfume.A message.Tlc.A lay. A midnight.Candlelight rendezvous.
TWO.US TWO.ME AND YOU.A smut game.A winner.A victor.A love that's
tame.The same.Opposites.Night into day.Window shopping.Indecision.
Beneath the moon.Sleep until noon.On the kitchen floor.By the fire place.
A blouse.A shirt.Some pants.A skirt.Silk.Satin.Linen.Lace.Fur.Leather.
Sweater.Suede.The daylight.Dawn.Daybreak.Sunday morn.Holywater.
Crispy bacon.China.Silver.Coffee.Tea.Sugar.Honey.Love's sweet treats.


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One Last Ride

I would like to have one last ride on the golden hay.
I would love to feel the heat,.
especially, on my feet -
the way they used to feel,
pulling and curling, 
cramping with such delight.

That kind of warmth has long been spent.
Yet inside, the desire remains aflame.

Digging in the cool dirt of my garden only satisfies the tactile surface, 
and reminds me of the child inside, making mud pies.

The expanse from adolescent to crone,
a wide emptiness, 
that has never been full grown.

Quick, before it's too late!
Let's try!


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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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another year

another year has finished its foward dance one more year maybe one more chance.
as these seasons are born then die it happens so fast they way times fly by
one day the sun bright and blinding your eye the next day its gone only clouds in the sky
color of the winter drains you  the endless gray another season for it all to go away
how can one stand beside the clock counting away the year tick tick tock
a constant reminder of our finite time a constant countdown to the final chime
and every year i try to keep the chin high alas every year till the day  i die
every fall brings a pang of regret for those i love and those i neglect
the leaves die making room for the new i think we all do the same thing too
spring speaks of a fresh start and relief to those with heavy winter hearts
the promise of sun and a new begining a small clue in alife with little meaning
summer comes we wait all year the days are long the skys are clear
radiating sun keeps energys high but summers so short no matter how hard one trys
so many memories attached to these seasons a million guesses a hundred reasons
the smell of the flower that blooms in may always reminds of long forgotten day
crisp air before the very first snow always hints to me somthing i should know
even thoe this life is so short and fast i would trade nothing fo all the seasons past
i put down my pen and start to reflect no matter what lifes amazing in retrospect
so live each season like it was the end lifes not measured on a watch my friend
its weighed in the hearts of those lived it every ounce day by day bit by bit
another year has gone away so weigh your love everyday kept in a safe place
doesnt matter what  this is your life your day keep to that you cant lose face
another year has completed its run soon enough once again greeted by the sun


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A Love In Spring


Fiery depth of
rapid love- like that of a
blooming flower. Spring!


Details | Light Poetry | |

Summer Romance

Summer Romance

A long time ago and far away
It happened on a summer’s day
Sitting by a swimming pool
Sunburn red he felt a fool

His eyes met hers so brown and bold
And towards the girl he slowly strolled
She looked so lovely sitting there
May I sit by you on that chair?

That would be nice she shyly replied
Please do sit down by my side
Long hours they spent just having a chat
Come with me back to my flat

So he did and very soon
They were sat there staring at the moon
And after some time of love in the sun
They married and joined together as one

Very happy together now they are
A nice young family, house and car
A summertime romance that ended up well
As for both of them, in love they fell


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MADEMOISELLE MYSTEREE...

Lying there, with another
I sought the girl-of-my-early-summer-dream
I kissed her once, twice for gleam
Only to find, she’s not in my reality!

Ah! Mademoiselle Mysteree!
All heavens know that I’m her dreamer
I- who took her for all I saw:
A set of eyes
that sang, sweetly in silken-skies
With luscious-lips,
made for the moon- mild and mellow…
Her sacred breasts-
The curves, in charms for cheered-conquest
All hips and thighs,
each to explore my Ecstasy!

Sitting there, in my reverie
I crave her whisper all day long
(My night) simmered in shivery-song,
yawning for sips of her morning-glee
and to be blessed by Mademoiselle Mysterey!

Standing there, standing still…
Where I met her once in time past
I kiss her once, but never twice
Since she baptized me in her silence
Then, now despised me
just for believing her!


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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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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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Seasons of the Heart

Im going to miss all our times shared. all the memorys we created. all the laughter we had. I dont know what went wrong between us but I still know you love me. I know this pain will go just as the seasons but some seasons are long and hard. Ill miss you and love you for what I can for I know what we had was real more real then I or you had hoped for .


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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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Seasons and Stars

On a clear summer's night,
Heaven shone upon my face.
I did not comprehend
All the glory of its light.
But everytime I saw
A twinkle and a glimmer,
My attention magnified
The lines my eyes would draw.

Then a harsh winter night
Blew across my laying fields.
Even though I was bundled,
The thousand points of light
Could not attend my eyes
Though the backdrop was black.
In that season all was still;
Why does what is planted dies?

Now a starlit spring night
Brings warmth back to my face,
And the life of the earth
Has recycled in my sight.
Being in and out of love
And back in this love again
Makes me eager to understand
These seasons and stars above.





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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


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All Things New - New Year

The old year is dying— all things new are yet to come. Welcome in the New Year, even before it has begun. Let’s forget the mistakes behind us, and look with hope to the future. What has happened cannot be changed, so let your forgiveness mature. This New Year is good reason to celebrate and clap our hands. Even though what’s before us, no one yet understands. Hope for the future, and forgiveness for the past— this should be our motto, much happiness to last. If God is with us, there’s nothing at all to fear. We welcome the future of this coming New Year! Ask for love and patience to see you through its days. Ask also for love and compassion to be shown in many ways. All things new are coming from God’s mighty throne above, so let's celebrate the hope, he has given to us with love. Commit your past and future into your Father's hands. Receive His joy-filled presence— rejoice throughout the lands! Featured in Book 1 Poetry To Touch Your Heart & Soul Copyright © 2011 Maureen LeFanue www.maureenlefanue.com


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My Colours Come From You

A bottle green, I’m lost at sea,
A cup or two of shamrock dew.
An emerald green, the forest queen,
My silk is spun a leafy hue.

An alpine white, tread polar ice,
The frosted hold of winter’s cold.
A snowdrop white, the spring moonlight,
A swan, a dove, or so I’m told.

A regal blue, and turquoise too,
The fragrant sigh of summer sky.
A cobalt blue, teal velvet view,
Cerulean and lazuli.

A furnace red, cold rubies bled,
The trees must learn autumnal burn.
A merlot red, the Sun’s bloodshed,
The flowers flare and blush in turn. 

A tender grey, clouds hush the day,
You’ve silver-lined my burnished mind.
A lover’s grey, my pencils pray,
Soft feathers sleep, our sky is kind.


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Merry Christmas, Dad

Merry Christmas, Dad
     by Amy Swanson   


Dad,

    I always think of you
           every day...
              but holidays like this

can make it a little harder.

I hear the Christmas songs of cheer
     see the lights up in the square
           the busy murmurs of people
               shopping for their loved ones...

It seems almost perfect.

The tree, the lights,
      the gifts,
          the songs and plays
              joyful vacation days;

but something's missing.

The voice that rang throughout the house
      Christmas season
            singing triumphantly, beautifullly
                  "O Holy Night"

I still can't listen to that song
    without hearing
         your strong voice
               in my ears.

The hands that wiped my tears,
     wrapped my Christmas presents
           made his special "banana pudding recipe"
                left me letters from Santa.

Oh dad... how I miss you.

I know they say time heals
      and life goes on
          and all those other wonderful cliches
                 that people always tell you

simply because they don't know what else to say.


I will never forget you - my hero, my protector.

I speak of you often
    to my own little girl
         want her to know
              the grandpa she can't meet yet...

the grandpa who would love her so.

Dad, you are always in our hearts and minds,
     I never got to say thank you...
         for everything.
              for helping me to be

the woman I am today.

I look at my reflection in the mirror - I can also see you.
   I sing my songs - and I can also hear you.
       I laugh... and sometimes I can hear your laughter too.
           My daughter smiles at me... and you are in her smile.

I wish that you could know how much
     you've always meant to me
         and all the things that you have done
              to shape my life, so positively...

But all that I can say,
        is this:

Merry Christmas, Dad.

I love you.


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Snow

There’s snow on the ground outside.
The wind is blowing, so cold.
So beautiful but deadly.

In the dark, things lurk and watch.
In the day they hide,
Asleep but not…

The sun shines on the white ground
As it blinds passerby’s.
Couples huddle along admiring the snow
While dark things hide in the shadows, 
Silently laughing at the innocent victims.

At night they come out, staring through the windows
Wishing they could be inside.
The cold outside is too much for humans to bear. 
They run inside, unaware of the beasts and animals that wait outside the door. 

The winter is a time for dead things. 
When trees are asleep and the flowers are hiding.
When false spring creeps up, 
It makes the flowers die. 

People are stuck in their houses because of too much snow or ice.
Frozen in the ground are things we came to love in summer.
Underneath the snow, there is still grass. 
Later when this is over,
It will be exposed and uncovered. 

Less freedom, more snow.
If you stay outside too long, 
You could freeze and no longer be living. 
So deadly, but we still love it. 

Why do we sit in front of a fire and then go out to where it’s cold and dead? 
Would we rather sit in the snow?
Snow…
Such a strange thing…

Anissa Sapp 
1/21/07 2:54 PM


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Springtime Haiku

Sun shimmers in hair, Brings out the prisms in skin. Time to shine again.


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DEEP GREEN THROUGHOUT THE VALLEY

Deep green throughtout the valley
attracts the beautiful, clestial bodies of different colors,
to attest that this planet is more unique than others...
why did its Creator gave it such an incredible glory?


Is outhere life...are there intelligent beings alike us
who know of our existence and try to reach us?
They might have done so in mysterious, acient Egypt...
look at those long-cones skulls...don't they suggest that?


Deep green throughtout the valley
stands out from with the blue of seas and oceans miles away,
only at night it vanishes from sight
to be completely transformed by darkness, but not without light.


Why did God embellish this planet more than Junipter, Venus and Mars?
Was He thinking of creating life with a concept that wouldn't fall in disarray
by giving the first human couple a free will guided by rigid obedience?
So as anxious as He was, His perfect plan became law, which some still obey today.


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Seasonal

Spring dances to rhythms in my head
As I slip into the forest to rest on nature’s bed
Looking skyward, branches cloak me
As the breeze dances upon my bosom
Enticing me seductively 

The musky scent of earth is upon your lips
As I shield my eyes from the sun’s kiss
Golden clouds are brushed across the sky
Their tresses dipping low in the horizon
Where the ravens cry

A ripple flows from an unseen stream
Where a flower grows, curious thing
A tulip will blossom on this very night
Asking desperately for a lover to enter
Summer ends winter’s fight

As my head claims a moss pillow
I am caressed by an overhead willow
Tenderly touching the conscious state
Of my body heaving toward you
In the hands of fate

A deathly chill has quickly moved in
Exploding on my face with an evil grin
Fall holds this devil weakly at bay
So that I may enjoy your pleasure
One more day


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nineteen and seventy-six

the expectation....
is the pain i write
will be only 
a something faintly
remembered

lesson  learned
lesson earned
tied up in a scarlet 
ribbon in my rubble

laughter in the summer 
yellowed as the white i
wore and obscured by my
view of you

playing, laughing... rescuing..
and acting like we were grown-
ups living a life

how much better the 
hot summer used to get
hot...wet...tanned with 
sweat on our lips and
kissing like children at
the fair

playing enough not to
hurt two hearts we
said.......

then....

Forever we spoiled the
summer of 76.

by janetta


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Cookie Crumbs

A cookie crumbles
But is still just as sweet as
The one unbroken.


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She Is

She is the season that beguiles wisdom
With ripe fresh fruit and calming breeze
She is the ocean lapping at the shore
Dashing back then coming forth
She is each smooth pebble skimmed across the sea
She is the sun, bursting through the trees
She is sand castles, ice creams, and deck chairs
She is the frolicking abandonment of cares
She is everything; there's nothing in-between
She is every fragrant flower; the perfumed air I breathe

She is a lust that cannot last
Cooling rapidly, a love soon past
Soon her feelings will cloud over
Soon the hills will lose their aroma
Soon there will be nothing but withered leaves
Dead rose heads and deserted trees;
Soon the hunts will claim the life
Of the bounding fox, with it's playful mind
For she can't stay indefinitely
Except of course, in memory.


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Snow Fence in Summer

We are propped
in chanting Indian summer wind,
fixed upon empty ribs
of snow fence
swaying akimbo in afternoon air,
lightly touching
            sepia earth.

As I touch you
I am someone else.

A new-dark wind rages
through the open window.
Lying here, we absorb night
                  suspended
in a high gazebo, unseen fences
pushing backs,
pushing us to one another;
the last harvest wind
            jade through hands.


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My Long Lost Tulip Hard

 
To stand with your shadow. The empty hollow cry. I loved you for no reason, other than the kindness in your eye. Where dreams fall behind us. We danced to the ides of march. Your ancient wisdom scares me as much as the youngness of your heart. For people who would rather, find a safe place to reside. I choose to walk beside you, with both my hands untied. Take my open palm. Place your autumn smile inside. I'll hold it through the winter, and release it when the spring wind arrives. but promise me one thing. you'll never look behind my eyes. for in their depth you'll find broken, my long lost tulip harp.


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Spring Envelopes Blooms

Tall   houses  overlooking Green Park
Gracefull movements voice melodious
Eyes locked Bodies brushed  Surprise!
A beautiful sunny Spring day  Soft laugh
Fresh  words of  love attracted  attention
A young maiden appears in the doorway
Turning  key in the lock Already distracted
Colour flooded her face a milder pink hue


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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


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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


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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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DEEDS OF GOOD PEOPLE

DEED I

Be courteous and helpful
to the blind woman, or man who's unable to cross the street as a scary cat;
they often wait at the traffic light for the kindest person,
and grasping their hand until they are over the other side, it's quite a relief!

DEED II

See folks struggling with the heavy grocery bags:
don't be embarrassed to ask them if they need a hand to carry them to their door!


DEED III

Give a dollar to the homeless while catching the bus or train:
" Thank you and God bless " will make your busy day!

DEED IV

Shoving the snow on a stormy day for the elderly who are afraid to come out:
watch them smile behind the frosty windows!


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The Joyride

We always go out driving... that's what we love to do.
We'll all pile in and go, the kids and me and you.

We look at fancy houses and dream of 'One day we'll...'
We like to count the cows seen grazing on the hill. 

Rolling down the windows and feeling the cool breeze.
The leaves are turning colors, getting ready for the freeze.

We hear the twigs start cracking underneath our muddy tires.
Looking for the black birds all lined along the wires.

The kids will give a clap and send the birds up in a tizzy, 
we just keep on laughing now until we're feeling dizzy.

If we can find a two-track with a sign 'road closed ahead'
you know we're turning off the street and going there instead! 

Once we're stuck we'll all just push, we don't mind anyway.
For us this is the life....and this is our favorite kind of day! ! 


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The Rain Lily

The majestic, strong-willed beauty I hardly know
Hued in perfection of limpid white, pink and yellow
Ever steady and loyal to the rich soil I’ve never sow

Rendering sweet bloom, even if, my summer waned
Alive always at the onset of rain…of sorrow and pain
At the lowest ebb of life, a smile, from you I truly gain
Nurturing in silence the swollen heart, again and again

Lovely charm of floral trumpet shaped lives, without me
In a tiny pot, but never raise a hue and cry, for me to see
Lonesome solitude, besetting her when cold winters pee
Yet, she keeps and maintains a rare elegance, just for me


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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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Spending Christmas All Alone

Spending Christmas all alone,
not even a ringing of the phone.
No knock on the door,
No one to share this with no more.
How can this be,
when last year she was with me.
What did I do,
to make this Christmas blue.
The tree is lit and the fire is hot,
the memories is all I got.
The hot coco is sweet,
the presents are wrapped very neat.
I am sitting here waiting for a call,
but what did I do, I can't recall.
Did I say something wrong,
or did I put something where it did not belong.
I wish you would come back to me,
thats what I want for christmas, you see.
No present can take your place,
no money can make our love erase.
Please come home and spend Christmas with me,
the door will be unlock and I'll be waiting by the tree.
If midnight comes and I hear no phone,
I will be spending Christmas all alone.


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simplistic

i wonder 
i wander
i love you
i love the fact that you have no idea

of who i am

let's keep it this way

goodbye

hello


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Beauty

1
Beauty holds meaning too many.
There is beauty in all.
Beauty is captured by eyes.
Love is true beauty forever.
Bonding two in glorious bliss,
Love is captured by the heart.
Enriched by the spirit,
Held in sync by touching,
2
Nature’s beauty is in all seen.
Embodiment, collectively,
In all stages of structure
Spring, summer, autumn and winter
Amazing venues of events,
Each with beauty their own,
Empowering the next
Phase of magnetism.
3
What and who knows real true beauty.
Beauty to one is another’s,
Ugliness they cannot stand.
Eyes to eyes make a connection.
Heart to heart a bond forever
Mind to mind develops goal
Beauty of the soul guides
All couples, so serene.


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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


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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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Family Vacation

As we warm our souls,
 with the summer sun 
and refresh our spirits,
 by getting away
we share together our love
merging our characters for this 
single moment in time 
 for one another while experiencing
life's adventures as a family


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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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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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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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Elaine

Sweet lady I remember 

doesn't seem that long ago

we were both so young and alive

in love's new born glow

laughing in the sunshine 

we could love away the rain

don't you think there's a chance to bring it back again


Started mixing our whiskey

with something much too strong

we both made a turn somewhere

and we both knew it was wrong

I know I left some scars on you 

I know how you must feel

Don't you think with some time those scars could heal

but we keep changing like the seasons

and we get uptight for different reasons

but that would make my song too sad

If we gave up on what we had"

Now we both settled down some

and loves' sweet glow is gone

If there ain't some way we can bring it back

I don't know if we can carry on'

There's no fire burning now

but there's still some coals I swear

I know we could get that fire burning 

if we gave ourselves some air

So I'm sorry I upset you

I'm sorry that I made a scene

I'm sorry that I got uptight

and said things that I didn't mean

but I never will forget you

and how the time has been

If there was someway I could make it right

I would do it all again

but we keep making up excuses

and it seems like trying would be useless

But I can't picture life without you

I still love everything about you

And we keep changing like the seasons

and we get uptight for different reasons

but that would make my song to sad

If we give up on what we had

sweet lady I remember

doesn't seem that long ago


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Beautiful Days

Sunshine  beating on my shoulders.
Wind blowing through my hair.
Just a beautiful day for walking around enjoying the sights and the sounds that happen as the seasons are changing.
Birds whistling i love you.
Smiles upon people's faces
It's just a warm warm feeling just watching as the signs of spring draw near.
Flowers are blooming love ones walking hand in hand,
Skipping to the beat of such  sweet sounds as we change into the nicest time of year.


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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.


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Rain

The harshness of winter has finally past.
Springtime is upon us finally at last.
No more dulldrums of winter to tax my brain,and the season I love the best
espically the rain.

I could sit and watch as the flowers and the trees flurish and bloom,
and I know that because of natures miracles all the colors will be out soon.

Finally I love to walk out ,and look up,and feel the rain trickle on my face,
take off my shoes and socks and jump from puddle to puddle all ove the place.

But at last all good things must come to an end. The sun is coming out and 
gone is the rain, my friend.
As I sit on the porch with the sun glistening in my eyes, I cant help but wonder
how long before the next storm comes by.


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Snow and Silence - For Ellie

Shine a candle in the shadows
break the glow stick green
Conquer those New England days
You know what I mean
Tree limbs tapping at the window
frost on rivulets grey
Open up the blinds and melt them
into words you've yet to say
Soak in bubbles brought to boiling
swirled in steam and sleep
Break the silence with emotion
I am yours to keep.


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Chorus

Flakes scramble for one
Last breath as they
Plummet towards her face. 
Glazing each cheek, puddling
Down to her lip.

Her shrieks shatter the
Clouds- spreading        then
Disintegrating into the beams
Of light-   crowing the aura,
Pushing through the gray.

Quivering legs radiate
Into the soil
Awaiting the final
Push into daylight.

Releasing out of her
Worn and weathered womb, 
Melodies of swift willows and
Grazed petals intertwine down
Her veins migrating into the lonely soil.
Greeting each other with a warm smile,
And a soft kiss.    The melodies make their
Home there, spread stretches of chords 
Through the ground and rest.

Once they are settled in, they 
Breath in our  world, and 
Ready themselves for the
Cavatina.



	




	


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Christmas In A Stocking

I look up at the mantelpiece
Where hang the Christmas stockings. 
Red, blue, green and yellow socks
For Mom’s little darlings.
I wonder what is held inside
Each foot that is bulging?
I sure hope they’re full of chocolates
And some candy for grazing.

I really love Christmas time
And see those stockings in a row.
I love to guess what’s in my one
That’s hanging a bit below.
It feels like something hard,
But I know I shouldn’t touch.
I’m just a child being tempted
Whilst  I’m waiting for my lunch.

Is Christmas really in a stocking,
Or is it beneath a Christmas tree?
Where did Christmas come from?
It’s a good idea for me!
When my Mom says I’ve behaved,
I get lots of presents under the tree.
But the best of Christmas is in my stocking
With special gifts of importance to me.

Maureen LeFanue 
Christmas Stockieng Tribut


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It's Time

It's time for a new beginning. Time for us to stop pretending. For all we have is 
each other. So le's just love one another. It's time to live ,not time to die. It's time 
to laugh ,no time to cry. All we have is each other. So let's just love one another.


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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.


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Silent Poet

In winter I nestle 
under your quilt warming me  
till snow melts.

In spring I bloom 
from your quilt to bear fruits
of everlasting joy.

In summer I watch 
hordes of backpackers, under my shades 
as heat wave makes them bored.
	
In fall I remember 
you, my sanctuary, full of uplifting smiles
as I, slowly, turn into gray.

Before your eyes I became 
the silent poet, longing for your warm
embrace when winter, again, comes. 


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Others Take Time

others take time to
blossom, some could no longer
hold the weight of love


Details | I do not know? | |

Lost in Trip

Looking up...looking deep, 
There is no end 
No limit of space 
A perfect blend, 
To within I sink. 
I can't blink 
I can't sleep...watching my mirror weep, 
Looking in to my own face! 
Sound unheard, undisturbed, unclear... 
Within insanity I soak. 
Bleeding my thoughts in pain, 
I swallow reality and chaos...and choke! 
I will not cry 
When I die... 
For I'm all out of fear...
My mind is gone, fled from its hole. 
I'm going insane!


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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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Legend

I've seen your sun's reflection
Shining down the way of my fairy tale
In my crystal ball's predictions
You're the legend bound to greet my day

And sometimes when I start to wonder
I suspend all the doubts like breezes
Even though all seasons end some day
Fairy tales do happen for reasons

Ancient clock never stops its heartbeat
As I gaze at the magic of the winter
Waiting for my knight's arrival
Gazing out of the universe's window

And sometimes when I start to wonder
I suspend all the doubts like breezes
Even though all seasons end some day
Fairy tales do happen for reasons

Oh, don't you  know they happen for reasons?...


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CHRISTMAS

WHAT IS CHRISTMAS,
YOU DON'T KNOW,
IT COME EVERY YEAR,
JUST LIKE THE SNOW,
THE LIGHTS, TREE, 
AND SPECIAL TREATS,
YOU HAVE SO MANY CHOICES TO EAT,
MOST OF ALL THE PRESNTS AND GIFTS,
CARDS AND MONEY,
MANY CLOTHES TO FIT,
THE SPECIAL GIFT,
THE GIFT OF GOD,
HE IS THE REASON, 
WE CELEBRATE THIS ALL.


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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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Summer Memories

The sweet smell of pine
prickles my nose.
It reminds me of that summer
I met you under the stars.
Seems like only yesterday
your strong hand
grabbed mine so tenderly.
With grainy sand between our toes,
we walked along the moonlit beach.
The ocean waves lapped against
the shoreline we strolled.
As we gazed at the beautiful night sky,
the heavens twinkled and smiled.
Morning came as I woke up
in your arms.
Gently a breeze flowed in
through the open window.
On it was carried the scent
of a pine tree - 
the very tree that became memory's bliss.


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American Pie

Sweet fruition twisting on a bent and laden branch

Tart yet heavy wet with Summer rain

Dry from working fields, entranced
accents chatter mutter murmer almost heed.

I stop to feel saliva wet the backside of my tongue
And wish the fruit were ready as my need
Alas, I pass,though I can taste
The memory of last years fruit so grand;
The tartness of the first still stops my hand.
Across the back pasture the smell of pie
Lifts the leaden weights from my dusty boots
I feel her see the difference in my step
Sharing joy I walk on air
See her at the open door

Tart yet heavy wet with Summer rain

Ripe, so sweetly ripe,it pains
This fruit as ready as my need 
And waiting


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The Divine Artisan (Sonnet)

Who has created deep azure sky,
In which, the clouds do love to float and sail? 
And who has embellished the butterfly 
With colorful beauty in detail? 
 
Who does shower the snow in the winter? 
In foggy days who spreads  mist curtains ? 
Who has crafted the curves of the rives?  
Who has embossed the range of high mountains ? 
 
Who streched the bands of seven colors, 
Who has constructed  the arch of rainbow? 
Who has gifted the birds cozy feathers, 
And made them able to fly to and fro? 
 
I do adore the Divine Artisan, 
Who has made the world in such perfection. 




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The Winter Flower

I picked a flower yesterday,
It was a beautiful shade of pink,
Thinking of you in my way,
Wondering what you would think.

I know not what kind,
Small and delicate as it was,
Beautifully designed,
I put it in a vase.

It wont last,
Flowers never do,
It will wilt fast,
But not my love for you.


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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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Amber Leaves

Amber leaves drifting seaward,
floating home downstream to you
where yellow moonbeams dance
upon your windswept shores of blue.

And how I long to gaze
into the depths of your Atlantic eyes,
cool and icy blue,
wouldn't Newman and Sinatra be surprised?

But I'm a million miles away,
drowning in Lelystad rain,
dropping amber leaves into the sea,
wondering when I'll be home again.


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Borrowed Shirt

You stopped by just long enough to drop off a borrowed shirt,
too sharp to believe that the pain didn't really hurt.
Winter's upon us, I feel the chill in the air.
Maybe you'll need the shirt if you've nothing to wear.

I lent you my shirt so you wouldn't go cold
and when we were apart it was a warm hand to hold.
It's old and it's faded but it fit you so well.
There's a hole in one sleeve from the time that I fell.

I liked to imagine that shirt on your back
as you smoked the last cigarette from a weekend-old pack.
Maybe it's best that I keep it instead,
for it warms me at night when I wear it to bed.

You stopped by just long enough to leave behind the shirt you wore.
You draped it on the arm of a chair beside an open door.
Remember me wearing that old tattered shirt,
for without its warm touch, the winds of winter will hurt.

Perhaps in the spring you won't miss it at all,
but I bet you'll think back at the first sign of fall,
back to a place where our hearts beat as one
in a button-down shirt when our love came undone.


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Bond of Love

In this animate creation of god,
With man and animals as its cord,
Plants and trees as its beautiful sword,
All joined together to form a bond,
“The Bond of Love”

The bond of love is so great
That it keeps them mate in this stage,
With man and animals playing its vital trial,
To make his creature a supernal.

The bond of love is so great among man,
That it doesn’t discriminate 
Between caste, creed and stature,
Helping each other in such a gesture,
Which glooms his creation with this texture.

The bond of love is so great 
Among plants and animals,
That they remain modest in all season,
Glittering and jovial,
That his stage lament with jubilant.

The bond of love is so great,
Even then there is so much of caous in this stage,
Ransack your brain box and find out,
Why is it so?
Is it to satisfy our vanquish ideas?

God has emancipated us in this stage,
In order to sit and meditate,
But not to fight and retaliate,
In this broad field of battle.

The bond of love is not so weak,
That it will break with this shirk,
But then why to test its strength, 
When there is so much to achieve and pursue,
In this bivouac of life.


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MOMENTS LIVED INTO A SILVER NIGHT...

Spellbound by the shimmering moonlight by the silent lagoon,
the oldest witness to every lover's secrets in enchanted Venice,
whispering soft words, afraid of being stolen by that stranger
who could be a wanderer or an intruder...
the dry leaves, beneath the drooping pine trees,
will crackle if he attempts to hear them too soon!

Moments lived into a silver night,
when the narrow streets are empty and dark
and the gondolas rest at the quite docks,
are as magical as the warm glow in these cheerful eyes;
and if our hands seem so frantic,
our quick thougths may be less romantic!

Following the trail of the ascending moon,
how loneliness is detected in her glance...
if we stare at her melancholic face!
And should we bring her a little comfort
by singing her the tune of a lovely song,
but how long will her presence loom?

Moments lived into a silver night...
are wonderfully remembered through a lifetime,
even more than that one unforgettable kiss...
while the gondolier rows the gondola through the canals
of a city that still withstands the fury of tides;
will another city be as beautiful as this?

We'll die before Venice will completely
disappear into the Adriatic Sea...
so let's cherish these moments of ecstasy,
and leave something to remember us by;
I'll write the words and the melody,
and you will sing it to her sweetly!

Moments lived into a silver night... 
linger among these strong and old walls of Venice: 
where the legendary Marco Polo slept, 
where ordinary and famous people wept;
fall asleep on my chest and feel the sea-breeze,
by morning we'll be awaked by a brilliant light! 


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Holiday

On this holiday
I am writing you this letter
To tell you how I feel about us meeting on this holiday
So here it goes
Having you close to me on this holiday
Makes me wonder 
If I can be with you longer
I just can't wait for us to be togehter on another holiday
When its cold in here
I hold you close and fall asleep right against your side
I just want to let you know
Whenever you need me
Just call me and I will be your guide
These cold days just pass by fast
I wish that I could be with you everyday
We lay on the floor by the fire
This holiday is what I admire
Just being with you and holding you
There are all things we could do
Hold each other close, or gently caress each other or even both
When you hold me and I hold you
Just makes my heart melt
This holdiday I can never forget
When on this holiday we met
Now I can have something to look forward to every holiday
Being with you and this is what I say
I love you and Happy New Year!


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spring

leaves are growing on the tree
whisping in a gentle breeze
spring is here
let out a cheer

birds are singing
wedding bells ringing
children are all playing
its such a beautiful day

we have April showers
to bring may flowers
people falling in love
it's as beautiful as a dove

people wearing more smiles
to me its all worth while
you never know what spring
will have to bring


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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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Blossoms 1970's

Thought I'd like to try my hand
at poems ode's and prose
but my writing is not grand
nor speech much like a rose
 
all have heard of morning dew
and times etching of the sand
the old mans graying hairs not few
and the beauty of the land
 
Yes the flowers lovers bring their maids
with time do hang buds down
and the petals always land
eventually on the ground
 
The buds and babes of spring go forth
to find the summers heat
who with her inequities do scorch
all those who walk earths street
 
So although I've taken pen in hand
I've nothing much to say
for life has burned it's painful brand
in all the born today
 
Time does speak of baby's breath
that adorns the rose bouquet
fragile tender leaves of fern
decorate the lovers way
 
But grasp the flowers
tight in hand
there you'll find this way
thorns who under leaves do stand
were hidden all away
 
Life comes with precious dreams and truths
to be taken by your hand
and often times the real proof
lives beyond the old thorns brand
 
Sweeter than the roses
is the breath of Love
and it's own descending
comes down from above
 
Flowers of many kinds are there
Yet not beauty to compare
to the bud and blossom
the Tree of Love does wear

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Seasons

I love the seasons
spring, summer, autumn winter or fall
I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all
I love the snow so fluffy and white
and the summer sun so warm and bright
I love the new flowers in spring
the pretty colors and the sweet  fragrance that they bring
I love the autumn when the leaves start to fall
I love the seasons for the Lord God made them all. 

All things bright and beautiful.


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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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This Fine Spring Day

I smelled nothing sweeter 
than the new rose in bloom
Nor the smell of lilacs, upon a fine spring day.

I saw nothing better
Than the morning sun rise
With the birds flying eagerly, along on their way.

I tasted nothing juicier
Than the softness of berries
juices come alive in my mouth, refreshingly sweet.

I heard nothing prettier
Than the sound of the bells
And the sound of laughter and children’s little feet. 

I felt nothing warmer
Than the touch of your hand
As you take mine and walk with me this fine spring day.


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the struggle

i see people dying in the streets families have no food to eat while rich are living high of the 
dog there are people struggling trying to find decent jobs i see people going out there 
commiting crimes young children dying before there time i mean what did we do to deserve 
this seeing are people die for no perpose i mean let me speek the the truth at times is there 
is no some hope for to days youth i say this because there are kids out there saling drugs 
smoking bud and it bugs me how they are trying to be like these images you see on tv when 
all they need is a dose of reality actuality this is not the way its sopose to be its no good for 
me its pathetic to see how this could ever be so much poverty and animosity possibly not 
just effecting us localy in our own community but also nationaly.


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sweet

cherry gloss clings to your sweet lips
as the boy across the way looks on

sweet are the days when
 young love is in the air 

a quick glance,
a smile,
even a nod

nothing better to end the sweet summer
 with someone attached to your arm


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Winter Rose

A rose is as delicate as a snowflake.
It blossoms then wilts when it gets cold.
A single rose which lasts through the winters fire,
is a lovers chance to enhance their souls.
For if the love is true, the rose turns blue.
Of the love is not to be found,
the rose wilts onto the ground.


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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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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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Gentilly Clouds

Love comes in colors
and April
(dressed in 501 blue rain)
chases winter
and her guardians of the heart.
Blackred roses bleed
through a cornerless sky
and lovers hide their eyes
from the hot pink iridescence
of it all.
Painted horsemen
canter by in full regalia,
flagwaving to the brokenhearted.
Black and white rainbows
and grey days fade
into technicolor dreams
and neon nights.
My canvas,
your landscape.
Still life moves
from a palette of pastels,
reflecting in your eyes
the color of Gentilly clouds.


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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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Christmas Stars

Snow fell down one starless night
From out the plume of lonely clouds,
To decorate the land with white,
Adorn the hills with pallid shrouds.

The eyes that gleamed behind the glass
Watched the weather rage outside,
Saw the darkness come to pass,
Filled with wonder, saucer wide.

Then from the ether, from the swirl,
Through a split in clouded night,
A silver shaft impaled the world,
And lit the earth with vibrant light.

Upon the eve before the day
Iconic magic rose and shone,
At once the darkness cast away,
A Christmas star to wish upon.

In modern times of strife and war,
When hatred reigns a harsh regime,
It ill behoves us to deny
Our children of a better dream.

So on the eve before the day,
Make the demon year be gone,
And teach them of a better way,
Of Christmas stars to wish upon.


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LIKE SPRING

There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon.
In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything.
When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn!
Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring.

For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on.
Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything.
But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone!
And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring.

Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on.
Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything.
For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn!
Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.


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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.





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Wisdom Of The Last Leaf

How can you ever reap my sweetest fruit 
When you cut me entirely from the root?
A root sage as the last leaf of autumn 
Descending downward to its unknown tomb
With its words of wisdom of which I sing 
In vibrant voice but you hear me nothing!




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Nostalgia

I do remember myself in my childhood -
The time which outran soon,
Just as a lonely ray -
In a night without the moon.

I do remember going to the fields -
Which remained flooded with pond water,
And watched  the cows going with their tilted head,
From beneath trees as the 'drops. dripped on the bower.

I do remember the playful fights -
With my little friends each with weakened might,
And it was love of course
Which was bond's source.

I do remember playing in the mango grove -
Along with some of my dears.
And when it went long-
I was moulded with punishment fears.

I do remember my grandfather-
Who with his stories
Made my heart as light as a feather
And still it was for nothing could I miss either.

Most of the sibling stage hath passed by-
Mothers's love ,fathers strength are amongst the left few;
My cousin too hath remained and he-
Is amongst the smoked hives left bee.

Like a lonely boat in ripple-less water-
Like a beakorn in a moonless night-
I would like to cherish them rather
Losing them like a ray of light.


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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


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heart fire

the snow is cold and falling.                                                                                                
I am just the same.

there is no heat, there is nothing to warm with.
the fire that was sizzling                                                                                                       
is not  burning anymore.

is this just the beginning of a long frigid winter
is this the end of a summer love
a love that has turned with the seasons.

shall i seek shelter elsewhere
shall i draw up into myself and wait out this storm

i fear that there is not enough heat within me                                                                   
to last through this whole winter.

perhaps i can find again                                                                                                     
a little something 
to kindle me through december.


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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 


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Bangladesh

Then land of rivers is my motherland –
I love her greenery even her sand!

In every season she wears a new dress
And of course she changes her mood to impress!

Her air of villages is so fresh
Anyone will love my Bangladesh!


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Footprints Of Love

There she lies in the sofa
Reading a novel
My lovely princess
Born on a Valentine’s Day
 
Fair she was and cute
Delicate and soft
She exuded wisdom
She portrayed love
 
My Valentine pal
I remember her smiles now
Her solemn kisses
 
She lived a life to her fill
As I cast my mind back
To the past Val seasons 
I spent with her
Good thoughts re-echo 
In my mind
 
We walked for miles
We sat close to each other 
Beside the shore
We admired God’s unique creation
 
The words she spoke 
On her twenty-fifth birthday
Sounded so true to me
 
“Darling, you really mean so much
 To me
 Your unfailing care surpasses 
 My imagination
 
 Your daring strength 
  Has brought us thus far
 
 You kept our secrets
  You shared them 
   With no one else
 
   You kept me 
    As a priceless Jewel
You carried me gently 
In your hands”
 
Today marks 
The fifth anniversary 
Of the day 
We exchanged 
Our espousal vows
 
My heart is full of joy
As I ponder over these things.


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Something in the Icy Wind

There is something there
floating in the stinging air
cold yet calm
a collected psalm
it bears words of your embrace
and feels something of velvet and lace
the icy drops melt on my chin
pelting me with emotion again
something there amid rainy wind
tidings of a distant friend
I know all too well the things it has to say
and they hold true to this chilly day
you love me no more
either in heart or soul
no love for me can you hold
says the icy wind and its frigid lore


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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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Mighty Oak

We start out life as blossoms. Then we turn to hues of green.
Our resting place is on the wise and mighty oak tree.

The oak displays us ever so proudly, way up high.
Where we can almost touch the heavens. The sky.

We dance in the soft breeze, for all to admire and see.
Our purpose is to make air, so others can breath.

As we grow old, we’ll shelter the squirrels. The birds.
We silently sit. We need no introductions. No words.

When our time is nearly finished; we’ll fade and turn brown.
The mighty oak will then set us free. 

We’ll gracefully float to the ground.
For our grand finale, we’ll slowly vanish into the soil.

We’ll nourish the oak. Return next season. 
We’re its’ servants. We are loyal.

We’ll begin again as blossoms, and then change to hues of green.
Our resting place will be back on the wise and mighty oak tree.


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Just the Two of Us


I sketched 
You, with words
To calm 

A weary heart 
To sleep tight 
In slithering night, but 
Your whimsy craving 
Echoed, sweetly
	
The breath 
Of Northern stars
Fetching us

Gallons of 
Scented 
Rain
Like wine, brewed with 
Gleaming pieces 

Of you 
And me
‘Neath a silky sheet 


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Love is endless

The pains are real
You were mean't to feel
And sharpen the sense
Of what is real

We fell in folly
We rise in greeting
Planets circle in pasture

Giving is a release
To leave what is gone
And bring in the new!


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Sun

The sun-sparkle of this summer has gone
It leaves a bad taste in my mouth

That hot, heady heat seeping through the cracked pavement
Seemed to create the chaos and din

But only the dark mist of winter is left
And somehow it doesn’t seem quite right.

How did I loose my mind you ask?
A different city, a different beat

As the sun shone on that splintered pavement
My heart pushed my head out the way.

Now I am back in the familiar I have to ask who I was
I’m not sure you know, but I hope I never come back.

For now, as the ache of the cold winter sets in
And I am back in that familiar face,

I can only assume the sun was to blame
In that warm, unfamiliar place.


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Autumn's Solace

You weep because you feel unloved,
That your fate is of no concern
To the multitudes or that cherished one
For whose affection you yearn.
Your love is deep, and you’ve waited long  
For a word, a smile, or a touch;
And I am cursed with that special grief
Reserved for those loved too much.

Since our futures lie in mystery, 
And the past can’t be undone,
The orange lawn awaits us now
In the midday lemon sun.
Autumn may comfort our aching hearts,
Offer balm in its summer-soft air,
Let its glorious leaves caress our sleeves
And cling to our breeze-blown hair.


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LOVE

Love is like a flower, that blooms in spring

 from a bud, it goes full swing

 

The bud is the beginning, all quiet and shy

but then it blooms, and you give it a try

 

The blossom full bloom, must come to an end

the petals die, and fall with the wind

 

Then they deteriorate, and rot

 in the dirt, of an empty lot

 

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Back to the beginning, it is a must.


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I Am Unbroken Still

Though your words break my heart,
crushing me deep inside;

Though your words hurt me,
though they be without faith;

Though you cause my heart to cry,
and bring tears to my eyes;
      
       I am unbroken still!

Though you doubt my love for you,
though you do not understand;

Though you know not, The Truth,
and your eyes are without sight;

Though you do not believe on GOD,
and despise his Gospel I share;

        I am unbroken still !

Though your heart knows no fear,
and you've no hope within;

Though you be angry with me,
though you make my heart often heavy;

Though you break my heart in two,
and ask me not to pray;

        I am unbroken still !

Even though you say, '" don't pray ",
pray I will for you, because Jesus Saves,
and because of Him,...
       
       I am unbroken still !


Details | I do not know? | |

Ice Burge

Ice Burge And The Warning

What is life
memories fade away
like youth and the things of the day
talent, skills, and lessons learned
the heat of a flame that burns
poetic passions
and thoughts discerned
time and days to live and learn
who and what to serve
the Jews serve God by remembering his days
yet I fear very few 
are familiar with his ways
and don't you think it's kind of funny
look at how much they love their money
those who expect extras for free
when your already working for them
cheap cheap cheap 
will never leave you a tip
but they'll push or guilt you for a discount
even if your already pissed
those who learn to serve Mammon
sail upon deep and dangerous waters
in their mighty yet sinking ships

It is a warning
for I fear that another Hitler will rise
or worse
the anti-Christ
the son of God was a Jew
and don't you ever wonder
who and what are you
can you see the world through eyes like these
the Sabbath a sign between God and his own
yet the world rests with the beast
and he just might sink his teeth into you
on his next holy day feast

it is a warning
a warning to the children of God
and to the world
and to all of those who become filled with greed
you cannot love God and Mammon
God's true children are humble and meek
you cannot be his child
with out a heart full of love and charity

possession oppression possession oppression
war a demonic feast
and the world will surely destroy herself
I just pray she does not destroy you or me
I offend all for all offend God
who lives without sin
every woman and every man
needs to earnestly repent
and can you see what time it is
the monster sits upon his high mountain
and the world worships him
growing in power and saying, "I am Christian"
all the while teaching the world to sin
and who on this earth is your faithful friend
may the word of the Lord haunt you
until the bitter end


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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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My Summer Love

The sound of airplanes in the air
And sprinklers ticking everywhere
The sun upon my freckled face
Watermelon juice on my chin

Clouds in shapes of animals
Neighbors tending fresh cut lawns
Snails to search for in the shade
Hours to dive and swim

Playing hopscotch in the street
Tromping around in my bare feet
Dragonflies all over the place
My hair blown in the wind

The Winter is my acquaintance
The Autumn, my splash of color
The Spring, she gives me flowers
But the Summer is my friend.


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A HEARTSTONE CHRISTMAS EVE

In the Great Hall
A gem glowed
Softly
Within its' heart
Much love flowed
 
So many....
Have come so far...
On Christmas Eve
On a clear night
By the light of the stars
 
A trail lit by stars
That swirled above
That swirled below
Soft light
Faerie love
Faerie glow
 
The turrets and spires
Pierced the night sky
Reflected light
Of stars
Of Faeries
Of love
For you and I
 
It was Christmas Eve
At Castle Heartstone
The soft light
That lay in your heart
That lay in a gem
Glowed
Let the magic weave
Love and stars
On this night


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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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Warm

Winter's chill
Howling winds
Arctic blasts

Knifing 
Slashing
Cutting
Through layer upon layer
Deep
To the bone

Turning skin a shade of blue
Normally reserved
For tropical seas
And newborn eyes

Drifts of snow
Piled high as my home
Sleet and snow
Driven by Mother Nature's gales

Through the bone-numbing 
Skin-biting 
Cold
And the blinding storm
Of purest white

One glimpse

Of you

Warm


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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









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Warmth In The Winter

When I see your face,
when I hear your voice,
when I say your name- 
It brings me rejoice.
I can hear it in your voice,
when you say my name. 
I can see it in your face
that you feel the same.
I can feel it in your hands 
when their holding mine,
that right now you really like me 
and that you'll love me in time.
I can tell by your talk
you don't want me for a friend,
and that when the time is right for you,
you will let me in.
And every year we can build
more memories to remember.
Every year you can be my warmth in the winter.


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Salacious Poet, For A Bitter Muse

I have admired many, so often, and 
wondered for whom they used to write 
their muses; if not for their lovers, then 
for whom? A poet like me who loved

them for great things. Ah, I know—
a different thought, a different 
style, but not that much concerns 
me, awhile, but the smile in you 

that beamed like magenta moon and 
lured strollers to kiss the twilight night, 
until it dimmed away, so were you, 
ditching the one you loved.  Having 

dazed in the stolen memoirs of 
spring that was mine, I know now— 
admiration, sometimes, if not always has 
a bitter ending…in a poet’s lonely page! 



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LOSING WHAT'S NOT MINE

Escaping reality
seems the only way
to really feel free;
lying back on a soft meadow,
looking up to see
the scarlet moon 
rushing against another shadow...
before the coming of dawn!

Losing what's not mine,
its very hard of letting go,
because it took more
that faith to get where I am...
and only be left with pride! 

I took a forgotten dream,
and turned it into a vision:
to set the mood of passion...
to steadly touch, not just feel!

Losing what' not mine
makes me doubt the meaning 
of those unconvincing words;
how did I fell for a lie so unforgiving,
too unpleasant to be remembered by time... 
to which everything belongs?

Every star has gone to another sky,
and the pale moon won't leave;
how should I forget about Eve,
if I have no strength to cry?

  


Details | I do not know? | |

Tis the Season

The air is cold, clean, and crisp
Holiday Season is in full swing
Every house and yard aglow
Adorned with every twinkling colored light
Snowmen, Santa, even Toy Soldiers
Smile and wave from snow-covered lawns
Presents piled under evergreen trees
Blanketed with ornaments, tinsel, and lights
Stockings hung from the garlanded mantle
Bask in the glow of the crackling fire
Scenes inspiring peace, joy, and happiness
A season of giving, family, and love
Everyone's spirit is uplifted and bright
The world is overflowing with Holiday Cheer
How could this season be so dark for me
Then I remember-I dont have you. 


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The Last Christmas Wish

To cast wishes at the distant stars
  I thought I had grown too old;
too often they vanished without a trace,
  unheard and unheeded in void and cold.

Yet regressing to an infant state,
  tonight I find myself again
clutching at these celestial straws
  to rid my heart of fear and pain.

I cannot bear the awful thought
  of parting, I love you much;
or to live my life absolved of you,
  your presence out of touch.

So I plead in a silent symphony,
  lay my life down at your feet,
that you choose me as your only one
  and make my fractured world complete.

Like a child making wishes of Christmas ghosts,
  I find myself once more
a lovelorn angel whose tearful choir
  sings of you, only you, whom I love and adore.


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Our Garden

Working in our garden, 
The tiller so loud,
It is the season,
And the rows are plowed.

As the soil is turned,
So are my thoughts,
Thoughts of you are churned.
The noise is naught.

Just the sound of my heart beating,
Longing for you by my side.
Planting our garden, seeding,
With plants and veggie’s with pride.

And with our love,
A love that grows stronger,
As if made from above,
With each passing day,

It is you that I love.


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Autumn Air

I get a smell of the autumn air
It's too soon but it's welcome
I feel a fall breeze
It covers me with warmth
it surrounds me
My stomach is turned to knots
my mind and body uneasy
But this is comforting
The fall smells so good, so clean
it's one of my favorite smells in the world
The air tells tales of Halloween and Thanksgiving
Things to come
Pleasant and sweet
But the air brings with it
memories of times pased
Good times and bad
All I can feel is happiness for the future
and sorrow for the past
Things, people, places
all unfinished business and "what if's"
So many lifetimes
all in one
My heart aches for the ones I've lost
I will never forget them
They will always be with me
No matter what time or place
I will never forget the ones I've shared time with
in the autumn air


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Hmm! I Know That Smell

A scent, so rare 
Of purity, fills the air passing
Through the slightly opened-window
Of my upper room 
Hmm! I know that smell, it’s not from 
The lone noble fir, outside, standing
Proud, with its fine fragrant foliage
Nor, from the sweet-scented creamy 
Fruits, of grandpa’s strawberry trees
I went near the window
And, I peeked childishly
Lo! I saw a fiery
Lips as red as the roses
Flutter, like a majestic butterfly
In a morning breeze 
There, in the garden, a woman 
So lovely, with a brown smooth skin
And long black hair, listens 
To the silent hymns, of Angels’ trumpet 
As, the bluish sky, in sight, watching 
The fairest of all creatures
While, the warbling birds nestling
On an oak tree, where once I tattooed
The symbol, of great love
Whispered to her, of my sudden peeking
She looked up, at me
Sheepishly, I waved my hand….
But, she threw me 
Her sweet morning grin
Now, I know why 
Envy lingers around the town 
It’s ‘cos of my priceless treasure
From among the many, she chose 
Me, to be the rightful owner, of her smile


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A Christmas Prayer

Look down upon us Lord,
as we celebrate your birth;
help us to faithfully reflect
upon Your life and its great worth.
You are our hope,
our joy and our peace;
this Christmas time,
may your love find release.

A world more troubled
than ever before
needs your love to be felt
instead of heartache and war.
We pray this Christmas
for your presence dear;
to fill each home
with your love and good cheer.

Gift us faith so strong
to believe things unseen;
hope for salvation
of hearts made ever keen
 to share the gospel
of your love divine,
so that hearts the world ‘round
will become entwined.

We give thanks for your blessings
that all year have abound,
and thank you for your love gifts, 
showered amongst us all around.
May your peace and joy
touch the hearts of all men
at this Christmas time—
Hallelujah, Amen.

Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2008-2011
www.godsgreetings.org


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Summer

 
The metaphor of
great love falls from 
a two-way kiss,
warming the coldness
of time, passing, unnoticed
by the aged rocks
lying, sacredly,
on naked island, where 
tares stoop
upon flowers, sharing 
un-scented hisses,
no one hears, but 
the sky, the birds,
the sea, the water
and every li’l thing on it,
certainly, feel the silent 
commotion of minds, giving 
death no space… 

to speak in its tongue.


Details | Couplet | |

Summer Love

Summer is a beautiful time of the year.
Flowers are blooming lovely,  and can be seen so clear.
Summer is about fashion, food and fun,  it can also be the perfect time to run.
I love summer because you see a lot of green,  and this is when I break out my
sewing machine.
Summer is a time when you should look your best,  so I sew clothes that I think  
look better than the rest.
Dresses, skirts, and pretty blouses,  I have even made a pair of adorable 
trousers.
Summer is warm and  summer is sweet,  and this is when people really feel like 
a treat.
Ice cream, candy,  maybe a piece of pie,  I love summer so much I  hate telling it 
goodbye!!!


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The Wonder of Spring Downunder.

Can you smell it?
Oh Northern hemisphere,

Let down your hair my
fair lady,Spring is in 
the air down here.
Your Winter is our Summer
Your Autumn is our Spring.
Seasons are celebrated more
so in the Eastern nations
it seems.

Time for the birds, bees and 
flower garlands.
Time for Spring-cleaning and
color streaming.
Time for mates,dates and
great races with laces.

A deep forest tree romance.
Time for the Lover's chase
through fields of long grass.
Time to let old sorrows 
pass and friends to do a dance.
Spring brings amazing things.

Best of all it brings a scent
in the air full of promise
of new things.
Spring...
it's a time to let go for new
beginnings.


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Merry Christmas

My friends and enemies, I send best wishes of cheer.
Especially my poetic friends, I send joy next year.
Rich talent of words I wish, to all those who read.
Rhythmic flow in all poetic lines, expressed indeed.
Your lines of poetry, blessed with joy so sincere.

Christmas time has joy and happiness for all.
Having peace and love, shared broad and tall,
Reaching out to others, giving with true feelings,
I send out to poetry soup family, great dealings.
Secret blessings from the spirit of this season,
True passion of faith, my heart sends in reason.
Merry Christmas, to all the poets on the earth,
Allowing their freedom of words with worth,
Sincerely, I wish superb and joyous mirth.


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be mine

guide me to your heart
and i'll be kind
give me the key
so i can make you be mine
trust your intuition
I want you to be mine
come towards my direction
and be mine valentine

guide me to your heart
and i'll be kind
give me the key
so i can make you be mine
lets take a trip to 
memory land
I want you to be my man
input me in your memory
open up and let me into
your dreams

guide me to your heart
and i'll be kind
give me the key
so i can make you be mine
trust your intuition
I want you to be mine
come towards my direction
and be mine valentine


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Catharsis

A steadfast gust from the slamming of the door
grazed the terrain of her peach forearm
Her tiny chestnut hairs stood tall as
the ancient oak tree towering over their backyard

Signs of spring were blossoming 
While a once euphoric state withered around her
Plucking any stimulus from her diminishing being

Tears dangled on end 
of her spider-clumped lashes
She faught their release
for the journey down her visage 
would only confirm his twisted exposition


How could the beholder of guilt
Be the bearer of insult
He could accuse of her unfounded infidelity 
Well knowing his conscience was faulty

April rain purifies a soiled seed
Instilling deep within her
the catalyst for new being
A worthy blossom she is 
and wither she will not


Details | I do not know? | |

Dead Of Winter Part Two

But then, suddenly, a fresh, warmly
moist breeze kissed my cheek;
As impossible beauty returned,
her pardon I'd seek.
Before her, my life seemed something
so barren and so small;
Before me she stood, truly alive
and vividly tall.
Deafening crack of ice as the thaw
sets into a lake;
I realized I had a soul and
it was,now, at stake.
My heart beat freely, having escaped
it's prison of frost;
I vowed, right then, that for her love,
I would risk any cost.

As feeling returned, pain was near
enough to make me moan;
Far too long the dead of winter,
frost-bitten to the bone.

She was my Spring returned, setting
right what had been long wrong;
Seeming eternity since I'd heard 
a meadow-lark song.
But, that tune, of course, would end,
it proved far too fine to last;
Embracing beauty's season means
allowing it to pass.
Again,alone to negotiate
under Summer's sun;
At times, the heat makes me 
want to simply cut quick and run.
Only, her memory shines, and I've
 a new song to sing;
Seasons will change, and there'll
be the coming of a new Spring.

Now, my one desire's to drink life,
toss away the snow-cone;
I'm no more the dead of winter,
frost-bitten to the bone.





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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 | 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 | Free verse | |

the cold/the passing

troubles low in the summer end
anticipation of foreign winds
you pray hoping that it's not the end
hope and wish and pray again
fall is here as the winter speaks
a lone whisper to the falling leaves
build your fire for brief reprieve

your warmth soon withers far away
the sun rays are gone from yesterday
no more sounds of the games that children play
the silences of self you can't escape
all eat your hopes away

Winter's longer than you've stressed
troubles high and winds aggressed
the storms are coming winds abreast, the devil scorn
he means your death
the lands are barren,nothing left
our usual joys subject to theft

winter's here
winter's here
winter is here
show no fear


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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


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It's A Wonderful Life

Somewhere in the distance
  rings a silver bell,
far away, yet strangely near,
  a festive carousel.
Turning cartwheels in my mind,
  playing music to my ears,
throwing rainbow-coloured stardust
  in a cloud of snowdrop tears.
The sweetest choir breathes a sigh,
  in perfect tune it sings,
the bells chime out a melody,
  an angel gets her wings.
And I can only bow and smile
  and pray it will not end;
for it's truly a wonderful life
  with an angel for a friend.


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STORMY WEATHER

When the rain beats down and thunder roars,
Lightning flashes and the wind soars,
When we all fear we are going to blow away,
Just think of your God and let your spirit be gay.

I love storms-lightning and thunder and such-
Then I can watch out the window as I think  how much
The branches are swaying with leaves floating down,
I think of all that raking ,and then I just frown.

But raking leaves and filling baskets isn't so bad--
Unless I had plans-then I'll  get mad,
Because I love those darn storms so well,
I think I'll go out and ring a bell.

Well darlings, it's been a rainy, rainy afternoon,
If it wasn't for this computer I'd be cleaning my room,
But who wants to clean when other things are around??
So I'll just creep on out without making a sound.


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Autumn Fare

 The scent of earth after
a rainstorm
     rests weightless in the
 air swirling shiver around
my heart.
 Kicking up leaves that
     stick to my shoes
holding to.
     Breathing the scent
 of clean, pure
truth.


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One

Serenaded silence
Under blushing sun
Swinging hands holding
Flowering love
Fledgling fingers 
Jousting to arrhythmic beats
Summer soliloquies
Too shy to fluently speak
Sweet somethings
Whispered in ticklish ears
Swirling sentiments
Searching to endear
Grown-up glances
Alternating until one
Longing lips converging
Under blushing sun


Details | I do not know? | |

Stones

The clock drips time upon my soul
As trees paint Winter’s touch
I watch as alders pay their toll
And ashes creak with aching pain
It doesn’t really matter much
No one comes back again
This one way street of dragging feet
Is often lit with warming sun
And just as often rain
We twist and dance
And with romance 
Hand in hand we dare to chance
Love found we take the train
Life bound we will remain
Constant as the clocking stones


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Untitled #288 / Life and love

Life and love! Twins separated at birth,
to be reunited in the holiest of moments!
Mothers and fathers, and sons and daughters to each other!
like autumn leaves, each individual manifestation must wither in time
but, oh, the springs are endless! The leaves return!


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Hot Summer (Tanka)

Now is the time when 
drinking water is a must 
the summer is hot 

And relaxing in the shade 
will be great to do right now!


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Thanksgiving

Softly, gently the brisk cool breeze
Blowing through the golden trees
As the cool fall begins to settle in
Smells and beauty explode within
Warm sweet scents of baking pies
Fills our senses and delight the eyes
Home is bursting at it's seams filled with laughter
Building memories we'll remember long after
Family scurring all around such a precious sound
Lots of tales shared one with another abound
Everyone patiently waiting in anticipation
As the women fuss over every creation
With love and caring each one is working
While the children and men are somewhere lurking
Waiting, wondering just how soon as it's way past noon
We all sit down finally and bow our heads
Giving thanks for that which lies ahead
For the blessings we all enjoy this day
Knowing the love for each other is here to stay 


 This is my house when my 7 kids and 19 grandchildren get together. It is also how it was
when 
I was younger and my siblings and kids gathered at mothers house.  This year I am flying my 
little Navy girl in to surprise the family. I can hardly wait! I am lucky to be a young 58
so I can 
really enjoy this and we are building memories that will last.


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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