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Details | Rondeau | |

I Dreamed a Butterfly

I dreamed a butterfly in golden days when buttercups lay in the fields ablaze. It fluttered to my cheek, sweet love to bring. My heart was wont to burst and wont to sing. In breath of morn was scent of bluebell sprays. On blossomed blankets of the fields we’d laze, and into one another’s eyes we’d gaze, my love and I, as April had her fling. I dreamed a butterfly. Our bliss was as the spring, a fleeting phase, and brief’s the beauty of young lovers’ craze. As cruelly as a wasp, he left a sting - and all the lovely plans we made took wing, leaving mere memories of golden days. I dreamed a butterfly. 2/21/13 For Francine Roberts' Spring is in the air Poetry Contest


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 | Ballade | |

I love rain

I love rain

It's a month now into spring
And still the rain pours down
Hey, is it ever going to end
There's many here that frown
They want the sunny weather
That will come soon enought
But right now, I'm enjoying it
Rain, I love the stuff.

Next week we're off on holiday
Now it really does rain there
And I'll love very bit of it
As it soaks up everywhere
To hear it's rhythm on the roof
It makes me feel so grand
Though many think that I am strange
They just don't understand

We don't get much rain in WA
So when it comes,  for me
It makes me so excited
I guess it's how i be
So keep that rain a coming down
Let me feel it's soft, wet touch
I don't know what is wrong with me
But I love rain so much.

23 September 2013 @ 0624hrs


Details | Nonet | |

Your cherry blossom lips

My fingers' tip-toeing on  your  face
 stopped at the softness of your lips,
   moonlit night guided my lips
       to your cherry blossom,
       a gentle Spring breeze
           melting like wax
               engulfed us
                with pure
                     joy.      




© kashinath karmakar 2011
by:kashinath karmakar( 20th March 2011)
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Placement:HM ;(March 2011)

Contest :Nonet me a Spring kiss

Sponsor:Michael J. Falotico


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Placement: 2nd;(June 2011)

Contest:Whatever Next

Sponsor:Brian Strand


Details | Free verse | |

April's last Flowers



April's last Flowers


I was watching carefully
The last stems 
Of April's Red flowers
Which were spreading their beauty and smile 
Unconcerned with the destiny 
That after April 
There would be almost no such flowers 
Of red Lily
For another one year.01


The flowers were smiling
As if, it makes no difference to them
Whether, they would be here or not
When the hot winds of summer 
Would try to wither and make dull 
The beauty and grace
Of every human face
As often they succeed in withering 
The beauty of flowers and life 
That exits and breath
Without the love drops of life giving water.02


The last flowers of April 
Were also unconcerned 
That they would shrink and would get dried
By the heat and dust of summer
In the days to come 
When the scorching Sun would 
Burn the Earth, Sea and Water
To create the wonders of rains 
For thirty lands and sky of the earth.03


What a great way to live life 
Was prevailing 
In these smiling last flowers of April
Alas! If only humans can understand 
How to live a life with the pleasure of love
And get lost forever 
Without the worries of tomorrows.04


The flowers were enjoying 
Every moment of their existence 
Unconcerned 
With the butterflies and black bees 
Which were hovering on them 
Since day one 
And were trying to please and praise them  
To win their hearts 
Like men praise and please the women
When they want to attract and win their heart. 05
 

The hovering butterflies and bees too
Were trying to show their love 
To all the beautiful flowers of April
Before the alluring beauty of these flowers
So that these alluring flowers  
May allow them to come close and kiss them
In the flowering season of spring.06


Every time these symbols of love
The black bees, butterflies and 
Even the little black tiny bird
Were coming close 
To kiss and to touch the petals of flowers
They were charging with a new energy
After getting the love drops 
From their beloved red flowers
And they were flying 
More and more high in the sky
Perhaps to touch the those lofty heights
Which can only be seen 
When nectar like love drops
Creates its magic on these searching lips
Filling it with the energy of love
Which get reflected in every new flight 
Of these beautiful creatures
When they fly from one flower to another. 07


And I was watching silently
With a Camera in my hand
While witnessing  
The last of these April flowers 
To catch the glimpse of 
Any of these memorable moments.08


Their silent game of nectar and pleasure hunt
Continued in that bright sunlight
As more and more new creatures
Were coming to please and to win their beloved
Standing there with its ravishing beauty 
So that, they may welcome them
With a smile and beauty 
And may allow them to taste 
The nectar of these red beauty and love
Which starts pouring it's magic 
With the approach of April 
In spring every year. 09


Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 2nd May 

   


Details | Rhyme | |

Sweet Spring



Spring and romance birds and bees touches and kisses beneath the trees Life and love flowers and glee two as one In sweet jubilee Forever and endless passion and steam candles at midnight lost in a dream With diamonds and emeralds letters and pleas my sweet one and only I taunt and I tease... ________ 2-18-2013


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Showers

Soft sunlight streams through Nimbus clouds A sign, a foretaste of coming spring When hills and fields bring forth rich foliage From humble green grass to royal heather Flaunting peacock colors to honor the day As clouds release their crystalline drops Lovers’ laughter echoes as they run for shelter B’neath the old willow tree, they stand; lost in warm embrace Soon, a hush will fall as sweet jasmine floats When hungry lips taste the first kiss of spring ~*~
4/4/13 Note: For Russell's "Spring Showers" Contest


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


Details | Rhyme | |

Gentle Dream

The finest day of spring
Petals dance on sudden gales
Counting everyone
Before the sinking sun
Fly, fly little wings
Like love that never fails
 
Shadows begin to wake
To a chorus that is the night
Crickets fiddle, slow
Warblers whistle, low
Shine, shine velvet moon
Till last you fade from sight
 
Hear the sea in song
Where the swallows play and die
Starlight in the haze
Flicker fireflies, ablaze
Stay, stay gentle dream
Beneath the candles in the sky


Details | Verse | |

Langue d'oc, a Micro-Paradelle

Your love song lapsed into ancient French that April day.
I only understood the words of spring and heartsore
lapsed. Only love and heartsore, I understood your ancient 
words of the spring-day song into that French April.

You fabricate my pauses into repetition, silence speaks
of ages strung to rhyme in love’s difficult service
you strung into pauses in service to ages. Fabricate of
love’s repetition, rhyme speaks my difficult silence.

We practice tedium of vows till language breaks apart.
As if art should aim at science, rigorous, quantitative,
rigorous language breaks tedium. Science vows a part of 
quantitative practice till we should aim “as if” at art.

Till we lapsed into language. As your ancient ages only
fabricate quantitative French strung to that difficult
practice, science speaks of tedium and understood rhyme. 

The spring in service of love’s rigorous vows. April 
pauses, heartsore. You and I, apart. If love should aim 
my words at day, repetition breaks into silence of song.


Details | Free verse | |

Spring

I think about you and my soul sings
Of all the endless springs 
That await us, rich and promising
in their fertility,
I want to lie with you in the grass,
I want to lose myself in you there,
Hidden away from the glare,
I want to take you; outside in the sun and
Beneath the swaying trees,
Marvel as the rays gild you in gold,
Open and ready,
Surrounded by scents- sweet and musky,
Covered by your weight; 
Warm and heavy,
I want to lie with you,
And watch the flowers bloom.

© Kavisha Saga and Ek Choti Kavita, 2014


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 | Sonnet | |

A Love for All Seasons

At the spring celebration Jill had a head start
She danced across the floor straight to his open heart
Lit by love and glowing like an eternal flame
Passion in motion ere she even knew his name
 
When he first took her hand, she felt electrified
In the months that ensued feelings intensified
Carpet of crimson rose petals strewn on her bed
The pair gave not a thought to what might lie ahead
 
But when the festive holiday season came ‘round
A garland of fir branches on her head he crowned
As he knelt before her in front of the fireplace
In a blanket of tender love she felt encased
 
Bowing before her, he presented a diamond ring
For their love affair proved to be more than a spring fling
 
 
*Entry for Brian's 100th Anniversary poem challenge on Aspects of Love


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 | Personification | |

The Petal

The petal has floated into a new vast world
The wind of harmony uplifts the petal
The petal is drifting with serendipity 
The petal is in love

Bliss is all I see, floating on winds that freed me
Dancing with others in a swooning flurry
How long will nirvana last without my tree
Time, please do not hurry 

Pity the perennial
They are isolated from winds of passion
Never taking a chance, never will they see unknown beauty 
Why are they watching us while we explore all of mother nature's creation

Fading, the sun relinquishes my mortal soul
Withering away, the earth is reaping me
Crumbling, winds spread my ashes into the sunset
I am ready, sweet death


Details | Rhyme | |

The Long Wintered Heart

The seasons of the heart stop turning
When last the coals of hope quit burning...

   The long wintered heart doth endow
   Slumber, waiting for spring to come
   Like the field that awaits the plow
   Or, a seed that waits to become.

But no plow can break that frozen ground
Nor, can precious seeds of love be found...

   It's a land where hope has vanished
   That place called the long wintered heart
   Where spring is forever banished
   And, where winter never departs.

A dying land refusing to die
Frozen from pain beneath ashen skies...

    A barren land with no cities
    That's crowned a clown for it's king
    A clown robed in blue self pity
    Like, a blue bird that cannot sing.

No birds sing, no kingdom for the king
No summer's growth, no hope for a queen...

    Yes, I know of this wintered place
    In that wasteland there rules a clown
    Who stole my name, and wears my face
    With my smile painted upside down.



                                     Timothy I. Brumley




Details | Sonnet | |

Love Spring -win

Love like a spring that never stops flowing On the arrival at this spring suddenly Venture and rush not to drink devouring Ease, stop and rest for a while quietly. Linger on the long road you have travelled Into your hands then catch up the water Keep your palms, like a cup fully folded Elevate it to your lips with fervor. Spring of love is so infinite and chaste Panic not, the water will never dry Remember never to drink it in haste Failing not be grateful to one you eye. Now the person who you love is a spring Get it but don’t make the spring lowering
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Motif: Philosophical/Spiritual 2-14-14 Dr. Ram Mehta Form: Sonnet (Only Pentameter) Second Place Win Contest: Impress Me with Short Poems III by Giorgio V


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


Details | Pantoum | |

On the love rock---

Waiting for you here on the love rock Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got Plucking out petals, loves me, loves me not Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers A scarlet blush, for you, my face has got A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Lush green grass and swaying Zinnia flowers Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress A fluff of clouds hovering with spring showers Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress Soft breeze teasing, ruffling my pink chiffon dress Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Butterfly and blossom's romantic caress With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Feel of fingers through my hair, your gentle touch Life's for once, lets hold hands and walk With bated breath I wait, my heart's love is such Waiting for you here on the love rock


Details | Villanelle | |

Newness of Life

In Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
life around us is renewed
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Do entice men with a curtsey
careful least it's a wedding bed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

Now the ladies, a few doxy's
love to spin,  their skirts all spread
Ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Love comes courting in ecstasy
the fashion this year is redheads
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy

The ladies are so full of moxie
lead men on but no maidenhead
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy

Fluttering eyelids so saucy
men their passions this time unfed
in Spring young thoughts turn to fancy
ladies wearing gowns all chintzy


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Spring New beginnings

Such a beautiful sight a valley of snowdrops, white heads nodding in approval of our love.   We wander hand in hand no more lookng back, just forward, stepping into the Spring time and the wonders of the new.

tiny sprouting leaves
flowers nodding downwards ...
spring morning

Walking together in  the countryside, we stop and kiss, just so happy to be together at last, lambs with bobbing tails watch tentatively, nervously bleating for their mam's shelter . A lone donkey in with a full of horses with their foals, is so happy as he feeds.

in green pastures
horses are grazing ...
springtime feeds the eyes

Our love has stood the test of time, new beginnings spring forth. Looking towards the winter of our lives together.

a glowing sun sinks
awaking lonely hearts ...
love blooms


Details | Romanticism | |

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Details | Free verse | |

The seasons of us

when winter comes and skeletons of trees

stand starkly upon the snow

i will think of you

and your head on my lap before the fireplace

skating on the gaunt, deep pond 

where we made love on brighter days

hot chocolate and fired brandies

and standing at windows while flurries fell

 

when it is spring again and trees bear promises

as islands of snow die slowly in their shadows

i will think of you

when all was alive again and you believed in us

within the world of nest-making and streams going home

making bouquets of foothill flowers

constantly profaning the word “forever”

and imagining that winter was forever gone

 

when summer is upon me with sweltering wrath

i will come to the forest where we walked and

i will think of you

where we were prone beneath the well dressed limbs

in a canopy above us, fitted into one another like lovers

by the quarry lake where you were covered in beads of water

and the sun loved you and glistened upon your body

where i looked at you as one would view sunsets or miracles

 

autumn will come with all its dark omens and i will walk 

upon the crisp leaves made spectacular by death

and i will think of you

where the earth wore its gaudy colors while ours had faded

into the murky hues of uneasiness and fear

and soon the trees will awaken alone and naked to the world

and i will understand their plight in a box called home

where once laughter lived and life was wonderful

 

there was a time before seasons and sentiment

when small, gentle hands covered my eyes with giggles

and you gasped, “oh, i’m sorry!  i thought you were someone else!”

i smiled then and replied, “i am.”

it was the spring of us that led into the caldron of summer passion

before time and treasons took their toll

before reality and reason tore the glitter from our eyes

and our autumn came that condemned us to our winter 


Details | Ghazal | |

My Love my Muse

Oh how I love spring looking twards summer

I beg for a haven prison please let open your gates
freed of enraptured weak thoughts now still your love dominates

My rivals for your love shall all be all rejected 
thoughts love turning their vintage wine a sour inflected

Smashing statues broken mirrors just convexities
captive my loves wounds just absorbing concavities

The hunt is over and I hear the call to prayer
lover a man contented now no more solitaire


Details | Epic | |

Incineration of Love God Madan Cupid 5


Incineration of  Love God Madan Cupid
5  of Many

Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
English version with some editing by Ravindra K Kapoor.

Hindi name ‘Madan Dahan’

Through wisdom by concentration,
And strength of will power,
Through knowledge of self,
By the practice of Yoga*.

One fine spring morning,
When the dawn was spreading, 
Light, to welcome the Sun,
Her supposed father in law.

And was singing the Spring melody,
In tune with the chirping of birds,
The Cuckoo began her evergreen song,
To worship the love God Cupid.

Ravindra
Kanpur 25th April 2012
To continue........

Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.






Details | Narrative | |

Love In The Springtime



The coming of spring is just a few days away That glorious time of the year When the world awakes from it's long winter's slumber To once again bring joy to all living things Reborn is the feeling we humans anticipate A renewed interest in the great glorious outdoors After too many months of hibernation We're free once again to explore nature in all its glory Oh what a feeling! Every year, this old Earth is reborn Experiencing the joy again for the very first time So throw off winter's cloak Breathe in that exquisite scent Of the first daffodils, tulips and crocuses And enjoy love and life to the fullest! © Jack Ellison 2014


Details | Free verse | |

like diamonds


two hits and i’m hanging off cliffs, listening to water

drip.

watching moss fall like snowflakes.

nothing holding my heels down but gravity, irrelevant to me.

the little girl exploring the ocean floor, the caves that once held entrancing treasures.

even tactile pain drives me into a gust of euphoria.

my heart beats (slower than it should), but the trees don’t mind.

the four shades of green blend to create a forest-

with each exhale, branches move in tandem.

and a salty tear falls from my eye,

reminiscent of what once was here.


Details | Romanticism | |

She is like a Rose

She is like a sweet, smelling rose
blooming in the month of May.
Blooming with large, red peddles
sprawling and conquoring with beauty.
She is like a Spring Rose.

Her heart, like the rose is beautiful.
She stands there, blooming mad.
Her hair flowing, like the rose's peddles growing.
Standing tall and posterious, like the green, stern stem of the rose.
She is glorious and beautiful, just like the rose,
the sweet smiling rose, in the month of May.

Glorious and brave.
as the rain washes her peddles away,
and the gardener coming with his rusty clippers
to cut her away. I hold back and slowly burst to tears.
For I do not want to see my love go away.
But, like the rose she will grow and bloom once again.
And she will come back bigger, brighter and taller.

She is like the rose.
She is beautiful, like the May weather roses.
She is the red, ruby hearted rose,
that sparkles with the afternoon raindrops,
slowly dripping of the peddles.
She is like the rose, for every time I touch the rose,
I get stabbed by her pointy torns.

She is just like the May Rose.
Perfect for admiring, but not for touching.
She is like a rose.


Details | Lyric | |

Garden Rose

Written August 21, 2013


There's a girl in the garden
She's messing with your rose bed
Plucking weeds out from your head
And watering the seeds in your bed

But where will she wander
When the roses are dead
Will she come back for more
When they turn back to red

She can run all alone
Write this story in stone
On concrete slabs
Of skin and bone


Details | Lyric | |

Echoes Of The Heart



O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ ~ Chardonnay sips at midnight upon the fires warm glow her face lit in flickering beauty as my hand followed each curve delicate and slow A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow One year to the day in frantic thoughts I search my loving poetic fortress again and again I yearn ~ O' where O' where does my Spring flower bloom........ A reunion of two hearts with echoing beauty behold I reminisce in silent murmurs within my heart aglow O' where O'where..........


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Spring came too early

I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a season so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Recalling the hourglass sands falling in line.

For isn't spring but an exuberant child
Speeding through the red lights of life?
Sweet the wine of loving free and wild,
I pirouette on the cutting edge of a knife.

The words of the wise thrown to the breeze,
Lost in the swirl of spring's celebration.
Echoing softly in the tender green trees,
Whispering caution, filled with trepidation.

Frost paid a visit in the darkness of night,
Freezing the dewdrops on the gentle green grass.
Spreading his blanket, all cold and white
Not one single flower or bud did he pass.

Shriveled petals falling like rain,
The love that forever I hold dear.
I drift and glide on winds of pain,
For spring came too early that year.

I swirl and twirl on the reason and rhyme
Of a love so perfect, vulnerable and fine.
Leaping and jumping on the checkerboard of time,
Remembering the love that once was mine.


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Am I Crazy, to Love You

Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Look at yourself,
Crazy maniac
dacing through twilight suns
in sunshine colored dresses.
And you say I'm the crazy one.
Please, don't make me laugh,
I am too much annyoid with taught lessons,
of life and death and love is a magical thing
but I am not impressed till my Gypsy Queen
comes up from the shoreline of the Middle East
and comes and lays next to me, as we watch the ships sail
through the Golden horn of Old Istanbul
into the bay of Asia Minor.
You say I am crazy, Am I or am I just talking to myself.
I believe I am having a conversation that has no end about your beauty,
I talk to whomever has an open ear, and even if people listened,
Who would care about what I have to say?

Since I first laid eyes upon your beauty,
I melted and you took my sanity away from me,
you took my innocence away and turned me into a worried monster.
I love you, and you take me home with you
to meet your father and mother,
both poets who made love and created a beautiful poem called you.
I am in love with you, your songs you sing,
sounding better than a nightingale in the midst of the twilight.
Walking the seashores with your mother as I talk to your father.
He isn't listening, all though he is a good actor,
for he acts if he knows what I say to him.
I talk of you and marriage,
throwing of the rice, exchanging of the golden crowns,
the tolling of church bells, and a happy reception afterwards.
The honeymoon, meant for the first born to carry on the family crest.

As we grow old, I want to grow old with you
Nothing now, a few thousand miles of ocean and sea
seperates us from each other.
Do not worry, for I shall come one day
in the month of May, your mother's favorite month
and I shall bring along a golden ring, a pearl necklace and two roses.
We shall walk the streets together hand and hand,
and wait for the wedding guests to arrive and see us on our way
to new beginnings in holy mantrimony.
Care for me,
I ask you one question, Am I crazy, or am I just talking to myself?
Talking to white walls that don't responed with life.
I need you, too give me a straight answer, to love me
embrace me with your beauty and let me drink from your knowledge.
For my sweet Persian Bride, I shall love you for eternity.
Now, come off the beach and cross the crossing paths
of mortality and morality and join hands with me,
as we sing the nights away, along with the sweet nightingales.
As we look into each other's eyes
I ask you, am I crazy to love you?


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Motion

Chirping Bush Warbler
above the waterfall's rocks
Wet lovers in Motion


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Where do we belong ?

Our fire has burnt down to ashes,
There's nothing left but sad goodbyes,
Our hearts are breaking,memories fading,
Warm tear drops misting Our caramel eyes.
We are on a journey to different pathways,
leading to lonely and seperate lives.

Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?
Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay?
I look back in yesterday,I swear,I can still hear you play,
a latino boy,playing his guitar,singing a love song,
to  a brown eyed girl,born on a Spring breezed day.

Our candle blaze no light,Our flame has slowly died,
No more stars to watch,No more kisses in the night.
Our passionate river of ardent dreams has dried,
No cheek to cheek,No more smiles to greet,We lost it all,
You are not here,I am not there,We are forever gone.

Where do we belong?Where did we go wrong?
Weren't our emotions deep enough to make us stay?
I look back in yesterday,I swear,I can still hear you play,
a latino boy,playing his guitar,singing a love song,
to a brown eyed girl,born on a Spring breezed day.


Where do You belong?Where do I belong?Where do We belong?...




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 | I do not know? | |

My Wishes are Simple





My Wishes are Simple


My wishes are simple,
my desires few,

to gaze upon an ocean,
and marvel at a solitary drop of dew.



My wishes are simple,
my dreams not too grand,

to feel the waves teasing my tired feet,
with no footprints left in the cool, wet sand.



My wishes are simple,
my thoughts serenely gentle, calm,

my heart resting beneath a swaying palm,

healing my being, caressed by nature's soothing balm.





Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Is In The Air

Can you smell the sweet fragrance of spring in the air 
New beginnings are upon us and together we'll share 
Long walks, holding hands with fingers entwined
Seeing buds springing forth, only by nature defined
Nourished favorably by the freshly melted snow
Feeling the spring breeze, setting our faces aglow.

Can you sense the connection that is uniquely ours
More poignant and sweet then a mountain of flowers
Watching the swell of the creek which threatens to overflow
Not unlike our love which continues to magically grow
A cloudburst of showers leaves us soaked and chilled
Outlining body parts that leaves us pleasantly thrilled.

Can you feel the passion that only true love can bestow
Unbelievingly lucky is this belle and her beau
Love making more intense than lightening and thunder
Memories made and what we share no one can put asunder
Love as strong as the mighty oak tree that weathers any storm
So incredibly blessed with a special bond that is beyond the norm.

March-03-2013


Details | I do not know? | |

You, Me, Us, Everyone

Flowers
Not named
Unknown to those with no curiosity
Buds, that dream of one day blooming
Being, more than they are
Flowers living
Being
Thriving
Touched by those who love
Protected by those who wish to love
Wishing to be more than they are
Buds, not truly knowing if they are ready for the world
Hoping they are strong enough 
Wishing to be the best
You, Me, Us, Everyone


Details | Free verse | |

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.


Details | Free verse | |

THAT'S OUR LIFE

Life,
only you and I
Spring,
Our season
That goes beyond the reason
Makes us sing 
And dance on our hearts-beating
Is it the moment
We've been waiting?
If so
Let's close our eyes
For, our love is the eyes
That will lead us to Paradise
Where
No one could die
That's our life
That's you
And
I


Details | I do not know? | |

...."Chasing Butterflies" ~

Gazing upon the firefly hovering and then, whisking away amid blithe ~

Luminescent wings sweeping such ponderings; aside

Illuminating sunlit prisms within these, countless hues....

Waters washing times carved boulders as they journey toward the sea

Soon to be met by Spring tide melding and together they shall be ~

Centuries softly whispering into my ears; Half Dome, calling towards the heavens

Adorned in Her coat of virgin snow and oh, how spectacular She seems 

Eyes which beckon to close aneath these, thresholds dreams....

Darkened lashes dividing unto such opulent spheres of sight 
Visions crossing the tangible temporal tides as wings that soar ~

Meeting a Silvertail Hawk amid the tree top wherein, She smiles at myself

Set upon athenaeums assemblage swelling through my soul....

Taken to flight this warmth of the quatorial sky, now kissing Her lips

Assimilation pouring from the tips; ambrosias heartbeat ~

Pulsation; as that of a baby whom cries whilst reaching for the stars

Welcome to existence this, breath of life....

Reverberating jewels of wisdom to be given; these pearls of light

Silently peering beyond the chromatic firefly; fluttering reflections as prisms inside ~

Half Dome dressed in Her virgins white, pristine smile; beautiful

Luminescent whisperings and Spring tide thresholds 

Mother nature and Father times, ions of love now, entwined

Euphorias waters of verdant making their way towards the sea and, into the child

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

...."Chasing Butterflies" ~






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Elayne of the rocks


Elayne will reach the mountain spring
fresh water in the jug to pour,
the nightingales are there to sing,
untamed her feelings lonely soar.

She fills her heart with music notes,
her voice will cause the leaves to stir,
for lovers' pain sole antidotes
are songs of birds and nightly myrrh.

And as her lyrics rise to heav'n,
and render modes of the soft wind,
her palms caress his name engrav'n
on her betrothal golden ring.

He left her world and promised that
one Sunday they would meet in church;
a framed old shot of surface matte
and daily trails her glances search.

Elayne of springs, on rocks awaits,
and recreates her wedding feasts;
the wraiths around her dance with fates,
for eons play in cotton mists.

As one of them stares in her eyes,
she gropes her heart because she loves;
upon the rocks mentates she nice,
her golden ring and two white doves.

© Giorgio V., 07-22-2012
(Iambic tetrameter)


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DARK SKIES

The wind crept up - the skies ever so dark
Black, slick, clouds and calamity enters thy soul
Dreary! It chatters and limbs they fly
No sun upon thy face - beaming with hue
Those clouds they swarm in darkness
Rain - it pours - flooding the earth
Bewildered I look up at this blustering sky
The trees are dead, It's spring - yes death
Roses in the ground with the trickling raindrops
The April showers - You haven't a clue
True grit! The soil now nurtured
The roots - feeding on this phenomena
And yet when the sun shines soon
Day after day - trees will come to life
And roses in bloom- life after winter death
In awe I see this beautiful imagery
In my brain, as I see the pouring rain
My mind - I visualize - the beauty
Thus, why does it expose calamity?
Beauteous be the wonder in my eyes
And how I love those dark dreary skies
A rosebud in my teeth - I see
Is extraordinary and so is the tree
Let there be rain as it nurtures the soil
And with the chatter of the wind, let there be turmoil 
Again in my brain, I can truly love this day
I see life in the rain that is pouring today.


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MUSIC - HAIKU

Play The Radio Get Up And Dance All Night Long Music Heals The Soul


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Efflorescence

Blossoming 
Effulgent sun proffers love 
Clambering… 

Ascending
Above the undergrowth…of
Thorns and weeds

Furtively
The moon unravels wonders
Glimmering  


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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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Three days Saved

It's been nine years, I have counted the tears-
  they have made trails of guilt
  worried into my heart 
  then filled with loneliness and bitter despair
but by your grace I have been shown...

For the first time, in these nine years, I have not wept
  nor held a vigil to honor our grief
though the loss still burns, this time it is transformed

Peace from your love still reaches through death
  and through your eternal love I am reborn
  
 It is Good Friday. 
When God took your spirit home
  and left me dying to know,
  how to love him for his sacrifice
  when he asked me to give up you?
How do I heal this death and rise with you in his arms?

Through your love I was born, and in your arms I grew
 and it has been your love the kept me whole
 that taught me how to be reborn
    for even though your body has gone
    your words lost in the wind and breath no more
The essence of grace and strength you lived
- it grows still in your daughter soul

My being and existence came from your womb
  my heart and mind shaped by your enlightenment
I have lived a life you gave me and for once
   I live it in pride to honor your sacrifice
your words giving me the guidance I'd lost nine years ago.

Alas, I've come to know, that as you died
  and went home with our Lord, you saved me from my death
not in your dying, my grief and love can attest,
    but in your living strength and loving example
       you showed me how to live a life
             open to our Father's gift

We knew it would not wait, but the parting was too fast.
I sat in thought three days before your sleep and asked,
"In three days time my savior died, I wonder hence
   what of my soul will rise with his?"

And now sitting Easter morning, 
  holding my sons candy-filled basket,
I realized Three days passed.

  He took you home Friday morn, but left me love,
that eternal love that never dies
whose comfort is unending

I honor your love by giving it to my children
         and Easter morning I felt your hug, your kiss, and knew 
                                 you have never left me
.
Though God took you home Mom
I know you have never left me
for as our Savior died and rose
you too still live in my heart, 
showing me proof our Father's blessings

    because you, my love, are my soul and all ready there
there fore I am strong enough to give this pain up 
       to honor his sacrifice and transcend,
           to be humbled by the grace and mercy
          that could forgive such lost lambs as I


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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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Spring

A little bit confused was beautiful Spring, 
She had to choose for life a bridegroom. 
Who will give her a wedding ring? 
Three men wanted to be her happy and bloom. 

March, April and May vied with each other. 
About their great love they quietly talked. 
April was for Spring like a brother, 
With March she just often liked to walk. 

Timid March gave her beautiful primroses, 
Out of snowdrops he made a wreath, 
He didn’t want to know any losses, 
He promised her the whole world’s wealth. 

Delicate and sweet was April. 
He gave her a necklace of brilliant drops. 
The life with him could be stable, - he said, 
She’d be rich and would get good crops. 

A wonderful May pleaded Spring: 
You are my love! Take my wedding ring! 
Be quick, Spring! Be my wife! 
We’d be happy together the whole life. 

And Spring trusted the handsome May. 
Without any delay she sewed the white dress, 
For the veil she took the apples blossoms. 
That was her best and the happiest day. 

The whole world was whirling in the dance. 
May was getting married with Spring! 
The Earth was full of love and romance, 
Happiness to all this marriage would bring. 

©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)


PERSONIFICATION contest


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A Rose Amid The Snow


Who knows…amidst the cold of winter
When spring is just a memory
And her flowers all decay
Leaving just a trace of
A once glorious bouquet…
That love lies dormant in the snow
Determined to survive!

It is too late for spring
To come again this way
Her rosebuds bloom just once
Before they fade away
Despite our desperate
Pleading for them to stay
Love is only for the young…
How can it come my way?

Spring and summer love
Awakens us to life
We only hear the music
Not the possibility of strife
We are the young…
Invincible are we
Love will last forever
Just you wait and see!

Well…love doesn’t  last forever
Sometimes we grow apart
Or death intervenes
To break a grieving heart
And love becomes a word
Too painful to endure
And we become immune
To its powerful allure


But if your heart is open
To the stirring in the snow
And you dig beneath the surface
To the earth where flowers grow
You will find a rose still blooming
As it did once long ago
Pluck it gently…hold it fast
For the love you find in winter
Like the rose…will truly last

When spring is gone
And love grows cold
Turn your face to the sun
For love is best as we grow old
And life’s battles have been won
Open your heart to love again
You’re life has just begun

Copyright© 2005 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)


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Spring Rules

    Written for the contest
A Spring Day In English Quintain


The Butterfly Mattress Co.

The day, I started this job
Of course you'd consider me GREEN
So I had to be trained by Bob
first on the Kings, then Queens
Using the BUTTERFLY Mattress machine.

First time I put in a SPRING
Another popped out of a seam
It caught on to Bobs wedding ring
And boy, he let out a scream
While I shut down the Butterfly Mattress machine

Mr. BIRD, the Owner and Chief
Immediately showed on the seen
Expressed a moment of grief
And after that moment ,he deemed
He LOVED the Butterfly Mattress machine


So Bob was made to retire
And no longer a part of the team
And his job is what I've acquired
But I'm careful to watch all the seams
While operating The Butterfly Mattress Machine


Details | Ballad | |

The Turning Ground

*    It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                               winter is past the sun                                                                                               does bring the warmth of dancer’s spring                                                                     love rises buds begun                                     *                                                                                                                              The scent of coming flowers sweeps                                                                             away death’s sway new life                                                                                            It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                             death lies untrue, no wife              *                                                                                                                                 It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 the flowers, birds do care                                                                                             as life does fly towards the sky                                                                                    the song of love we share                                                                                 *                                                                                                                                As newness flames the hearts of kin                                                                            She sleeps only no breath                                                                                               It Leaps upon the turning ground                                                                                 but life steps forth, she weds


Details | I do not know? | |

celsius

Fallen snow will remind of me/ it is snowing ... 
Slowly as in the dream/ 
Boy word-beads/ with signs on his spine/ 
He kisses fine/ 
Your eyelids /

And it snows ... It snows /so slow/
It does/ and you're thinking of me/ 
'Coz it's warm/ it's better to stay in warmth/ 
Waiting for summer dim/ 
It is snowing/ slowly like in the dream/ 
Flakes/ go round/ playing the music theme/ 
You've been looking for rescue/ 
You searched in wine/ 
But it's in me/ 
all the rescues are mine/ 
It is snowing/ the snow is fluffy and white/ 
If you see darkness/ I'm deaf and blind/ 
there's the cast of time/ on the arm/ 
But I discern the light/ 
Dreams/ upon your eyelids tips/ 
Prepare you for winter drowse/ 
And it snows/ 

Fallen snow/ will remind of spring /
it will crumble and crackle in vain/ 
It will snow / fluffy /white/ and slow/ 
And you'll become whole/


Details | Lyric | |

First Day of Spring

Written October 26, 2013


Love cries out from a songbird
On the first day of spring
And all the flowers bloom in the rain
And sunshine reigns
Over every boy and every girl
In this town that's driving me insane

On the first day of spring
The beginning of the end
Blue skies pulling me in
Along with all my friends
Rain shields the sun again

Alone in my room
I rescind
To the deepest depths of my soul
To sew back shut a hole
That will make me whole

I'm melting to the permafrost
How I feel so lost
In the world I used to call my own
Now I feel so alone
Without a house to call my home


Details | Romanticism | |

The Day Snow Falls

Gone! It wasn't meant to be as it was.
I dare to wait another spring
Posing on my fence, gazing at the sunset
In a hope of salvation de love.
'Twas not another dusk,
A day when clouds casted silvery snowflakes
I stood under that Oak tree,
Yes, my face beaten by merciless winter chill
Yet My heart burns with desire.
Oh, where have you been my love? I seek for thee,
I ask passersby if they might notice the lady in blue coat!
No answer!
I waded across the biting stream, over the vales and meadows 
Shouting your name, only my echo answers.
I waited for another storm, praying for eternal bliss.
I give up though my love waits for another daffodils' bloom.
Let me be in peace, I forgive you.
I hear the cuckoo's welcome note.
Ah, spring at last. Dusk turn to dark, 
Breeze flutter the branches, the last snow falls.


Details | Blank verse | |

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


Details | Rhyme | |

TOGETHER: Walking - Part 2

SPRING -

Winter's icy gray gives way
to a Spring time day
where the white and blue
of Sky is new.
We crack our eyes open
and crawl out of bed
thankful it's gone, ole Winter's dread.
Up and about
soon we're out
to see and smell
and give Spring a shout,
a happy "Hallelujah"
for new life abounds
over formerly brown, now green grounds.
We experience
the grasses and the trees
along with the buzzing of bees
as they help create
the most amazing flowers
while other creatures find a mate.
I don't blame them at all
for in you I've found
my mate, my partner
and in us Love can abound
with the Lord as our gardener.
For He alone planted us,
watered and fed us,
protected us and brought us
together in this walk of life.

SUMMER -

When all the blooms
have bloomed
and the bees
have buzzed
its warmer, moist air
that tells us Summer is here.
We walk toes in sand
hand in hand
wanting ocean sprays
to counteract the Suns rays.
To sweat and burn
something in which we both have a turn
is what can make Summer
a sometimes bummer.
But, to walk and swim
we have to experience again and again.
For I'll never tire
of your Summer attire,
a sun dress
or a lot less
when we shower off
the sweaty sands
and keep touching each other with our hands.
O Summer,  O Summer
how I love those long days
and how you show me all the ways
that your love for me heals
and my love for you still feels.

I want our walks
to feel like they'll last forever
as we hold hands and hug
we're being healed inside
during all these seasons of our life
along with God as our guide.


Details | Free verse | |

Return to the Womb

Down in to the darkness deep
Slowly and delicately I now edge
In to the warmth so cold and bleak
In to the womb I once resided
In the mother I’d idolized
Wondering what did happen
Wondering what had changed
What had caused such death?
To cause such pain?
Still slowly moving, sneaking, 
I started faintly weeping
Why would we cause this?
Why did we not see?
Still I inch, well tears did fall
Till a light I did spy
Till a sprig I now cradle
Now I see, as I gently stop my deplore,
My mother will forgive
All the hurt,
The hate,
All the people that did denounce,
All she has provided
All that she cherishes
Yet she now grants;
Redemption 
Forgiveness
Unconditional love
All in the loud roar
Of spring


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Is In The Air

Soft breezes blow and hints of spring
Are floating in the air.
Emotions fill a lover’s heart.
He seeks his lady fair.

Romantic thoughts have taunted her
Since first fragrance of spring.
She gazes on new lives around
As fond longings they bring.

She sees him coming up the lane,
And runs into his arms.
He gazes on her loveliness,
Entranced by her sweet charms.

The spring lambs pause their gamboling
To watch the blissful pair.
They are too young to realize
That spring is in the air.

 
Written for Francine's contest  2/19/13


Details | Free verse | |

The Garden

The night air is cool and collective,
Running through my hair and face.
Even when I’m with people, I feel alone
In this cold blooded space.

It’s like walking through a garden
Of all your favorite foods,
But none of which can substantiate
For that one so special mood…

That mood, 
that beautiful frame of mind.  
I only go there with you,
And only you can make it unwind.

I discovered a passion unlike any other
And in my finding I opened a world,
A world I did not know existed.
I’m on cloud nine every time I think of you,
Just the thought of you brings joy to my heart.

This garden holds many beautiful things
Many delightful pleasures,
Many cold nights,
Warm nights,
Difficult frights,
Ecstatic times and unsystematic times!

But they mean nothing to me,
While I’m alone…

Walk with me through this garden.


Details | I do not know? | |

Spring is knocking on the door

Spring is knocking on the door
Why u don’t open for the joy
 spring is knocking on your heart
Why You don’t embrace 
this beauty- on the go
 that blossom is not for a long
As the early buds of spring
and yarn birds on string
Spring is tweeting like a bird
Why u don’t swing
  in a song
In a cheers 
 Of the nature in a dance
 this blooming
 is not for a long
So fill the cup 
And fill the core


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Where Spring Winds Had Blown

Romantic symbols of a tender day,
hearts with initials were carved on a tree.
In the spring of my life on this perfect April day,
we lay down to dream of what would be.
Beneath a young oak I sat on his knee.

The aroma of freshly mown grass filled the park.
Bearded irises curtsied as a gentle breeze blew
and I ran my hand over the tree’s bark.
Pete was just enjoying the view
when I suggested we etch our love so true.

With a pocketknife the heart was carved
to bear the initials P.T. and C.S.
Fifteen and love starved,
but what our future held, we could not guess.
Still, the initials an innocent bond did profess.

I returned to the park last year
and found my way to the oak that had grown.
Looking up, I saw the initials were still clear.
Though Pete was married and had children of his own,
resurrected feelings surfaced where spring winds had blown.
  


Written February 6, 2012 for Francine’s “English Quintain a Spring Day” Contest


Details | Haiku | |

Blushing

the spring's warming wisp                                                                                           heats the summer blaze sunshine's                                                                               delicate first kiss


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 | Free verse | |

Now I Am Free from My Step-parent

A life of beauty and happiness denied, of innocence 
smothered like a flame, I have always lived; but when 
I hear your lovely voice, my Lisa--

now I am free.

I was dead before I even entered into this world, a
place cruel and without feeling, cruel and without 
the love and understanding I finally know in the rich 
harmonies of your voice, my Lisa--

which sets me free.

Before I could even hope to bloom like a sensual
flower caught breathless and naked in the first, rainy
sunbeams of spring a great evil--the threatening, 
inner hostility of a dark figure overflowing with 
bigotry--transformed me into a joyless 

waste of ashes.

From that terrible moment on I fought all the ugly
and horrible assaults as his unwilling possession, a
gladiator in the arena of his constant abuse and 
myriad threats, subject to his occasional hostile 
looks from 

across the dinner table.

But when I hear your voice and imagine its tender-
ness and compassion as an unearned gift meant for 
me despite him and my child-like self-loathing: 

I feel the love and self-worth denied me, taken from
me simply because it was too easy to not rape from 
a child whose only fault was that he was born 

defenseless and
white.

O Lisa! Because of the music of your lovely voice--
now I am free! Free from my years as a gladiator in 
the arena of his constant abuse and attacks; 

free to bloom like a sensual flower caught breathless
and naked in the first, rainy sunbeams 

of Spring again!


Details | Rhyme | |

Zalia

You could have been a beautiful soft-spoken song.

A wonderful view of a snowy mountain fawn.

A sunset off a smooth coastal calm.

A sunrise bursting it's light upon a spring flowers a colorful delight.

The fresh mountain air, on a morning after a seasonal rain in a northwest dew.

The rainbow in the spring between the sunshine and the rain.

A hymn that touches the soul and makes even the strongest of men weep.

In a picture of a palace, with golden steps surrounded by heavenly angels.

The smile upon my face, as I watched you as a child.

The lead horse running across the field and up the hill, a galloping thrill.

A beautiful sunny day, that warms up all things to make them happy and gay.

For you could have been anything beautiful, and you are.

Your you.

My youngest child of three.

For I truly love you, for your everything beautiful to me.


I love you Zalia   


Copyright@March 2010 MaryMMcShirley/Kilker


Details | Quatrain | |

Spring Has Done Sprung



Nothing is more exhilarating Than the first warm day of spring As we shoo away old man winter Listening to the birdies sing Crocuses, daffodils, and tulips Popping up to greet the day Laughter reigns in nature's abode Through the merry month of May It feels like a whole brand new start The world is young once more Filled with joy and great expectations As we knock on summer's door Gayly sailing into the season ahead Let's first enjoy the moment A moment each year of true renewal The joyful season of content © Jack Ellison 2013 A bit premature perhaps?


Details | Light Poetry | |

SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE

SPRING IN AIR, LOVE ONLINE                                                          20/02/13

Nowadays , life is so unpalatable and stoic.
So unnecessarily busy and eventfully hectic.
Young folks thus gather in a shadowy discotheque, to kill,
The retreating winter shedding its last chill.
The chirps of the departing migratory,
With massacred green in a concrete urban factory,
Welcomes the spring breeze, and the cuckoo melody tune,
That too so rare,
For a short term vacation, in a vanity fair. 
Some emotional fools and roaming vagabond,
Can feel the spring air and reminiscences their  fond,
And cry for the past and the long lost love bonds.
Beside them no one dares to mingle,
Their soul with the colour of butterfly  twinkle.
No one cares to see the young green boughs,
Dancing in a frolic of crispy air that jingle.
All is there, in the air, except love my dear,
‘Cause love is now confined,
In another little world so secure.
Where there’s no hasty rushing,
No meaningless blushing,
No hassled waiting, no worrying restriction.
Love is just a ready-made parcel, 
At a press of a small button.
Love messages, e mails , tweets, face books ,web cyberspace and profile update,
Takes all the bothering responsibility, does all the necessary tete-a-tete.
No need for time taking arguments,
No need for extra commitments. 
Sometimes, meetings could be arranged, but
Oh! Never in public park or in a hopeless garden.
It could be in a shopping mall or a cool coffee  den.
The gorgeous and the grotty,
All gather at a V-day party.
Those who are privileged,
Share their love with diamonds and wine.
But for others, not a single grape,
Is sour in a vine.
Everything is taken for granted,
Just simple and fine.
‘Cause love can also be shared,
Simply free of cost on line.


Details | Free verse | |

In Anticipation of Spring


Within my heart there reigns
nothing but desire for you
to keep it to myself
is punishment self-inflicted...

The way you whisper
my name with such praise
with you it is different
my name is safe in your mouth
don't ever stop smiling
it will kill me
I will stop breathing...

You my love are Springtime bedecked
around you fount, flowers and plants
the smell of cottonwood and peaches
your hair hangs like Spanish Moss
what divine radiance
of sun in the fourth sphere
you at purple daybreak
the morning star brimful
none which can equal
your southern loveliness...

I desire your long black hair
to flow like a running brook
to hear your voice like a melody in the night
to awake next to you with winged heart
you my hearts desire
what relief of torment
I desire to become as one with you
our bodies eternally entwined
aimless in sexless foreplay...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Our Song Unsung

"There is something coming over me"
Love in everything_its amazing
Must be spring has pronounced decree
Great romance aflame blazing 
All the birds, crickets in song praising
Memories surfing corners of my mind
The spring of my life when we were young
The young love that we have left behind
Young love amazing, all reason to wind flung
Oh! For that spring again, our song unsung

Contest: English Quintain A Spring Day
Sponsor: Francine Roberts
February 02, 2012


Details | Rhyme | |

I Believe it Was the Spring

My heart was broken years ago,
I believe it was the spring--
She was my cause for breathing,
And I soared beneath her wing.

I asked only that she love me,
And she asked of me the same--
I was ill-prepared for such a thaw,
And the spring I'll ever blame!

~Mel


Details | Nonet | |

Fragrant Kisses

By Deb Wilson

Gazing at Spring flowers turns my head
Puts me in a wonderful mood
Inhaling sweet fragrances
Seeking out my darling
Giving him kisses
Turns his head too
Love and Spring
In the
Air!



for contest"Nonet Me A Spring Kiss"
sponsored by Michael J. Falotico


Details | I do not know? | |

My Madness, Me

My Madness, Me...


Confined by this straight-jacket,
strapped in, numb and dumbed,
a washed-out, has-been, also-ran,

body, eyes, the equilibrium of mind,
rattling like stones in an old tin-can.


Still, I am, 

I am,

and I am unchained,

my dreams taking flight, soaring,
above these claustrophobic walls,
of synapses, and dungeons of stone,

swooping through green valleys,
taking a detour to savour the joys,

soaked in torrential, evergreen memories,
of a younger man, with passion in his bone.

I am.

My wings unclipped, unshackled, free,

I am, and though I am unable to see,

I am.

At long last,

me...



Details | Tanka | |

flavor of springtiime



flavor of springtime
minty as June's wildflower
love's petal dispersed---
alone in the city park
I long for your smooth caress



Contest of Alfred Vassalo
Just One Tanka
29th Aug 2014


Details | Rhyme | |

Whisper

Whisper.

Let us whisper you and I 
In a dark little corner and no candle light.

W'll wait until  dawn and watch the sunrise. 
Then catch a gentle breeze or watch a fading star.

We pick some flowers and catch a butterfly

We cross a small stream, sparkling water 
catches the corner of your eyes.

We make a sailing boat from paper then
write a little song.

Soon will be breakfast, then at dinner w'll say a prayer,
And at night time w'll light a fire, and then we retire.


Details | Verse | |

ARRIVAL OF NIGHT

Huddled seagulls fearlessly, serenely
nap early ignoring calamity;
dark offers safety generously...
night arrives silently, mysteriously.  
This lighthouse's brilliance constantly
lures captains avoiding distraction,
but hastily captivated: ambition
and desire palpitate intensely. 


Entered in nette onclaud's contest,
 " The Lighthouse "
Written by Andrew Crisci
on 9/24/2014


Details | Free verse | |

Kiss Me Like Spring

I love your gentleness,
How your hands
Move like early Spring...

When you kiss me,
It is as if I am a dandelion;
All delicate spider-web
Gossamer threads and 
Finespun silk fragility-
Your fingers on my cheek
Feel like the spring thaw,
As if I am ice only just 
Learning how to move 
Like water again...
When you kiss me,
It is with all the warmth,
The tender slowness,
Of early morning sunlight-
When you kiss me,
It is as if I am nearly
As insubstantial as sunlight...

But eventually even a dandelion
Wants to be blown away-
When a frozen waterfall meets
The Spring thaw, it does wake
Slowly, soft as Sunday morning-
It rises up like a roar, plunging
Down through space until
It is pounding like a heartbeat
That never stuttered for 
Even a moment-
The seasons can teach you
That sunlight is anything but
Insubstantial;
It is heat and passion and
Faster than the sound
Of the shifting winds gasping
To keep up...

I love your gentleness,
How your hands
Move like early Spring...

But sometimes I wish
That you would kiss me
Like late Spring-
I want you to kiss me
Like a dandelion on the wind,
Like a waterfall waking up,
Like sunlight burning through
The dawn like passion;
I want you to surround me
And beat down hard like an
April rainstorm- to breathe
Me like petrichor and hold me
Like raindrops clinging to 
Blades of grass, like raindrops
Soaking into the ground
Until there is no closer...
I want you to make me 
Feel like I'm coming to life.


Details | I do not know? | |

Distant African Nights

Those Distant African Nights...


1.


The shadows swayed in your candlelit room,

a cool breeze teasing your bare back,


streaks of lightning forked in the Johannesburg night,

as my hands stroked your hair,

kissing your soft mouth,

holding you,

ever so tight.



2.


You whispered that you loved me,

and I kept silent,


the rain fell, 
shadows danced,
thunder rolled,

the breeze teased your naked back,

you whispered that you loved me,
as my lips found yours,

the rain washed over our tender nights,


lightning and candlelight,

etching poems on your burnished skin,


yet,

a fear gnawed at me,

deep within.



3.


We parted ways,
and you could never forgive me, you said,


now, after numberless thunderstorms,

the rain that falls,


echo the countless tears that I have shed.



4.


You are long gone,

far away,

happy, I pray,


yet the memories persist,

those precious moments shall never, 
ever,

like the Jo'burg rains,
trickle away,

and I wish you well,
for loving me as you did,

for it was I who was not worthy,


then,


and it is I who is not worthy,


now...



5.


You were always true,


it was I who always,

always,

refused to,


to give myself,


completely to you.






Details | Alexandrine | |

And She Wept Oh So Gently Upon My Shoulder

Bring me dawn, soft
like the first
breath of Spring.
Bring me dusk, brisk
like the Morning’s
fresh cry,
like the Ocean’s
spray caressing my
skin.
Bring me voice,
shaped into a
lullaby,
dampened with cars
and carts from Old
Shanghai.
Bring me time, so we
can be older,
right here, right
now, watching the
seconds fly.
Bring me love, when
my heart grows
colder.

And she wept oh so
gently upon my
shoulder.


Details | I do not know? | |

Your Whisper

You whispered in my ear,
a breathy secret, hushed.

“I love you”, you murmured.

I said nothing,
lost, in your arms,
I found a home. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
I said nothing,
lost in my thoughts,
I found peace. At last.

“I love you”, you said,
words failed me then.

They still do.


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 | Couplet | |

My very first love

The very first blossom of spring
Is an early gift that summer will bring

The very first shower that falls
Is an answer to a parched earth’s calls

The very first castles of cumulus high
Cruises the sea of a blue desert sky

The very first swallow that sews tattered cloud
Is met by a buffet of a flying ant crowd

The very first day that I looked upon you
I heard Cupid’s chuckle as my heart was pierced through

The very first kiss that I stole full of doubt
Was answered by rain from your love’s soft rich cloud

The very first kiss held the promise of spring
A promise of summer that your love would bring


Details | Free verse | |

In The Autumn of My Years

Memories linger melancholy as I approach the bridge to the Gardens de Sol. A picture forms in my weary mind; Just a mere shadowed mirage, like an old faded photograph in a heart shaped locket kept near my soul centre for days, weeks and decades…. while fall winds crooning blue zephyrs frigid, incantations upon the once verdant meadows where the fawns grazed and wild horses pranced so breezy carefree on fine spring days.... I whirled and twirled , a carefree dance on patches of clover and dandelions in the spring of my youth Reveling joie de vivre of sun Sol warming skin and soul pink I remember our long, meandering walks in a picture perfect rose garden scented with redolent pines and aromatic wild flowers we conversed for hours, my hand in yours thrilling at your every word infatuated by a fervent touch You, idly picking petals off a rose; the deep timbre of your delicious laugh resounding joy to my acquiescent ears as I cavorted playfully in the garden’s fountain until lengthening shadows quilted the path with reluctant to leave, sun beams of a late summer afternoon And afterwards, in twilight violet sky; intimate moments by a blazing fire, silent music of our hearts thrumming a lovers sonata while you kissed me; gold specked brown orbs, so pleasurable and beguiling, warming my soul full of tomorrows promise and forgotten yesterdays Now, as I picture this quixotic drama rehearsed again and again one solitary tear slowly trails down and comes to rest on lines that were not there yesterday….. Dead cornflake leaves crunch under my feet as I walk the very same bridged pathway to the garden alone my only audience a solitary prickly cactus in the autumn of my years.......


Details | Etheree | |

Spring

Spring Newness Alluring Astonishing Accommodating Longings emerge, ignite Thoughts of romance, amore Birds seek a mate, build a strong nest Tulips green leaves penetrate the earth Blossoms emit fragrance that says come love


Details | I do not know? | |

A Thought at 12

The spring is gone now, like the girl that I love
The sky sheds tears, it aint rain up above
The war it seems frozen, in the veins bloods dont flow
Should a firefly still wait, for the night to just glow?
And while a story's being written, far far away
Of a woman who died, with many things left to say
All I can do now, is to pray and to wait
Yes to wait forever, for the love I wont get

The spring is gone though, winter wont set a foot
And the soldiers they've returned, with bloodstained boots
The peace lies in the bullets, it just cant be the dove
There are things more precious, it just cant be my love
Though the story's been written, read will it none
They're waitin' for a brand new dusk, but I'm still stuck with dawn
Well all I can do now, is to pray and to wait
Yes to wait forever, for the love I didnt

And though forgotten, like the books in the shelve
Strikes the clock of insomnia, its way past twelve




Details | Rhyme | |

Summer's coming

Some days the Spring is cold and grey
And drizzling rain is no surprise.
It seems that nature's lost her way
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        While rain washed blooms can find no bees
        A worm is still a blackbird's prize.
        The sparrows fuss and skulk in trees
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.
And what of you my nature's child,
Will I find love inside your eyes?
I love to watch you running wild
But soon the Summer sun must rise.
        Some days the Spring is cold and grey
        But soon the Summer sun must rise.



Details | Quintain (English) | |

Tranquil Undergrowth

      Tranquil Undergrowth  

Tranquil Undergrowth so slowly grows
And hides the tiny timeless leaves of life
Arrows spring forth on sunlight bows
Joined by birds of green and white in flight
Piercing bursting life into the light

Golden butterflies glisten in the new suns birth
Untangling night from day
From covered secrets in the earth
Where sacred is the spot to pray
And love comes out to play

Winged Spring bursts forth in cosmic splendor
To breathe the world to life
What joy to find you at your door
So beautiful and nice
As we explore together loves every spice 

Tranquil undergrowth so slowly grows from the earth
And hides so quietly the tiny timeless leaves of life
Now we have our time for playful mirth and worth
In pools of warmer waters that ease our strife
Where you remain my lovely wife 

      


Details | Terza Rima | |

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 | Rhyme | |

cycles of love

my mark is fresh like snow in air
brisk and mist will crisp on hair
fists ball up from risk to care
whisper and stare but all is fair
love and reason, flow like seasons
the endings blending and quite seeming
parts of hearts, tho awake or dreaming
half is seeing, the other believing
eyes align and beats will sync
eyes a line for heat to sink
taken quickly for a fall
lovers stroll through memories' hall
echoes stir sight and scent
my senses flight keeps suspense
until logic teaches what it meant
all good things come to an end
summer lighting longer days
more hours to burn for lovers lay
precious tokens we hope to stay
from constant change or parting ways
spring into action to save those astray
a few more years can cost a pay
with lives and sacrifice displayed
perhaps tomorrow will be okay
years can fly like clouds in sky
feelings revealing what to decide
and just like that were back to try
to love the same until we die


Details | Rhyme royal | |

THAT LONG STROLL WITH MOM

Wasn't that long stroll with mom on paths of noon serenity:
the tenderest and the most cherished memory of all?
The greenest meadow strewn with wildflowers dazzled with beauty,
sky and hills blending with harmony reflected Paradise in Fall.
" Everything you see He made with eloquent mastery, even the lizards that crawl...
butterflies with long wings, songbirds with pretty feathers: nothing to Him is small! "  
" Mom, " I replied...He really gave us these beautiful gifts for free? "
She exclaimed, " No love is greater than His, praise Him with glee! "  
     



Details | Free verse | |

YOU ARE SPECIAL

First we construct words:
simple, complex, love-words.
A game becomes real
with every word,
that starts to build a new poem:
a fraction of life—
in another life—
here and there, far or close together.
I wanted the night to come early—
depending on words hungry for invention.
I can't hear you,
but words can say,
a thousand times,
that this voice
was a part of you.
I learn the blind silence,
in steps of vowels,
every morning—
happy to be in another life,
somehow, somewhere…
You know you are forever special
in my mind and soul.
I love you.
The cold spring comes
early this year,
with hope for flowers,
windy songs of birds,
and poetry.


Details | I do not know? | |

ENTHUSIASTIC

Oh! pretty nature
This is eye-catcher
On the wet, wet grass
There were few dew drops
Shelly and I
Reeling, in pleasure
Selling, our leisure
Rolling, in great measure
This is big pleasure
O, I love this season
It's spring,
This is the reason...


Details | Free verse | |

Treacle Melts

        Treacle Melts

Sail on sugar in the sweets
On winds of chocolate powder
And candy on the smack of lips

Kisses in secret caramel places heard
Over miles of creamy icing roads
Lift up my savory love

Whose fragrance is of pink and dreams
Of treacle melting on the tongue
And stories of flying fudge ships

Told in confectionery verse
By hungry children eating mints
Tales fill the air once more

Of fruit flavors sailing on 
And off the tongues of young ones
With hints of magic and fresh breaths
 


Details | Lyric | |

Autumn's Arms

Written November 17, 2013


The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene


Details | Rhyme | |

When Fate Decides

When fate decides to bring you love,
You hold him tight and never let go.
Then you must live to prove, 
That this one will make you glow

Remember to study love's season,
For that will save you from pains.
And for you, life will be so easy,
When from love you have many gains.

In winter, you must shield love from cold.
When spring comes, let your love spring and bloom.
In summer never put fun on hold.
And autumn will bring you love's harvest boom.


Details | Quatrain | |

THE PURPLE SPRING CROCUS - A CHRISTMAS STORY

Early Christmas morning I glanced outside,
and no snow was falling, and suddenly a vision of a luminous light
with a trembling child appeared in sight...
and could this have been the Infant of prophecy and might?


And He softly said with the sweetest and kindest voice,
"I bring you no snow but endless love...the warmest flame
that makes every forsaken and unhappy heart rejoice;
it's a gift so gladly given to all the believers of this blessed age." 


Struck by that splendid appearance, unafraid,
I ran to thank him for those wonderful words,;
and not having seen any gift under the decorated spruce,
I seemed puzzled, but not fearful or nearly surprised.


There it stood, my gift from that generous child with golden, curly hair: 
a purple spring crocus never seen before, an Alpine flower
which grows in early April in every emerald meadow...
I leaned forward with much gentleness and plucked it from the cold snow.
 

When I stood up, he was gone and not a trace of him could be found,
and who was that cherub without wings...to leave that flower in the bitter cold? 
Wasn't He the Christ Child who was born in a Bethlehem's abandoned stable?
And wasn't hope the meaning of the purple spring crocus so beautiful?  





Details | Lyric | |

Love untitled


she's gone 
Without a good bye 
and these tears I cry 
I don't know why 
Finding it hard 
to carry on 
I still don't know 
where we went wrong 
How can this be 
when you're everything 
my eyes still see 
'My Love' 
I thought I just heard her say 
Guess, I was remembering yesterday 
Yes, I was dreaming of better days 
Only God knows the rhyme and reason 
we were sown together 
for a season 
Winter Spring Summer Fall 
I'll always remember 
the one I love 
best of all 
'My Love' 
Kills me everyday 
hearing those words 
that I long to say 
I wonder if they're 
really being true 
Like I was when 
I said them to you 
Now I know what 
good bye can do 
Now I know I'll be 
missing you 
'My Love' 
I thought I just heard her say 
Sometimes we'll loose even if 
the choice is not ours to choose 
Only God knows the rhyme and reason 
we were sown together 
for a season 
Winter Spring Summer Fall 
I'll always remember 
the one I love 
best of all 
'My Love'


Details | Free verse | |

Spring Goddess


Your kiss is laced with opium
and your eyes ablaze with fire

Gaze at me and I burn
caress me and I'm captured

I am yours
I run to you as a traveler

seeks the shade of a tree
when scorched by the sun

It is Spring
shelter me with your blanket of leaves

It is such joy to find you
where meadows are in bloom..
~


Details | Rhyme | |

BE GLAD TO HAVE THEM ALL

They were given to me,
to use abundantly and wisely...
when I smell the spring roses
redder than blood, or whiter than snow:
everyone should see how I these eyes glow
while their fragrance becomes my indulgence.


These are the gifts for all to enjoy,
how can one not appreciate them as I do?
And whenever they inspire, I indite their beauty
so inexpressible and unable to subdue
with lovely glances that induce a feeling of awe and delight...
have you ever felt this by walking past gardens before twilight? 


Touch them as curiosity makes you ponder and surrender,
see unhappy larks fly skyward to seek a new adventure,
follow them and wish you had their swift wings...
to find those places only imagined in night dreams;
much more you can have by using every sense,
waste none of them...value them and show reverence.  


Even when they are cut from their thorny stems,
and will be offered to sweethearts and friends who show loyalty...
how beautiful they will be in those caring hands!
Pick some of them: smell their aroma...isn't it as strong as it can be?
I've walked with you down a path from Spring to Fall,
showing you how to revive your senses and be glad to have them all.


Details | Monorhyme | |

Wooing My Lady

Winter`s gone,spring is here;still hanging on the barbed wire,
Waiting for the proper time to hire
a writer to teach me this act,which I conspire,
Composing rhythms and song like a dynamic choir,
This notion of making you mine;I`m not ready to retire,
Staying close to you make me to perspire,
Your simplicity and indefatigable traits I admire,
You look so pretty like the girl in the flier,
Your love and comfort, I so desire,
which make my heart to be on fire,
this true love I  must  acquire,
so  that  I  can  move  higher,
And I want you to be the supplier,
My heart beats like the gong of a town crier,
which makes me feel that I`ve seen the messiah,
Joy flows through my vein like pumped tire,
This heavenly bliss I must aspire,
Please allow me to be  your  Mr.sapphire.


DATE:2-23-2013



CONTEST:"Spring is in the Air" sponsored by Francine Roberts


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 3

                     There were seven Indian Government schools.  All built alike.  The 
one I'm writing about is Spring Creek.  He Dog, Soldier Creek and White River, 
Grass Mountain, Two Kettle, and Black Pipe were the other schools.  The 
Headquarters for these schools was at Rosebud, South Dakota. 
	On some summer evenings we were able to talk our mothers into 
hiking to the lookout tower.  We followed the ankle deep sandy trail road to the 
cliff north of the school.,  A canyon lay at the foot of the tower but we climbed the 
bluff.  I don't know why we didn't explore the canyon unless it seemed dark and 
sinister.  The footing was better once we reached the summit.  The closer we got 
to the tower the taller it grew and standing at the foot of the steps looking up was 
easier than getting to the top and looking down.  My mother didn't usually make it 
to the top because she didn't like heights.  But she didn't mind being left behind 
this time.  We never could get into the building at the top because it was locked, 
but we could climb the steps to the very last one.  Even my little sister managed 
to elude mom and followed us to the top. 
	From the bluff we could look down on the garden.  My aunt grew a 
huge garden and canned the produce for the hot meals served the school 
children.  We kids didn't work in the garden very often, but we looked for the arrow 
heads and fossils.  Which, I suspect the adults probably considered the best 
place for us.
	At the end of the road, living in shack, was Old Lady Grease.  I have a 
vague recollection of seeing her.  Tiny, frail, wrinkled and gray headed is all I can 
remember.
	In spring and fall we were in school in Kansas.
	It's Christmas now.  Cold and usually snowy.  We were in a winter 
wonder land.
	I'm standing at the fire escape window.  The ghostly pale full moon is 
illuminating the naked arms of the trees as they shiver in the wind, swaying to 
and fro as if dancers in a ballet.  I listen to the winter sounds. The frigid air 
enhances their sharpness.  The ax's thud echoes up the canyon as one of the 
Indians across the river chops another supply of wood.  One of his peers beats 
on the drum.  It is one-thirty a. m.  but the thin walls of the tents do not keep the 
cold out.  Day or night this chore must be attended to for survival.


Details | Lyric | |

Synthetic Love

Written May 1, 2013


Where does it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began

Love is such a simple thing
Why does it dangle on a string
Like slow spinning redemption
Waiting for the start of spring

The autumn harvest left me here
A new day breeds the new year
Romantics drop like leaves
From a tree so easily

Where's it end
Oh where's it end
With a synthetic loving man
Right where we began
Where it began


Details | Haiku | |

Under-running Spring

your frowning with love
Maple leaves change reddish brown
Under-running Spring  


Details | Sonnet | |

Bone-Dry

The well that once had a spring is bone-dry
Rain torrential flow_water the cracked clay
Let the well fill with fresh water mile high
Then spring that comes forth will be gold assay

Just jewels of love will be given by muse
Jewels like Lovers' Knot crown royal
Help me to not in anyway gift misuse
Fill the well full with love above all

Muse visit me today as the bees hum
Visiting the Holly, Pear, Oak enjoy
The nectar of flowers to feed upon 
As lazily cotton puff clouds float with joy

Swiftly hand did pen twelve lines of beauty
Love flows, thoughts flow sharing spring joy duty


Details | I do not know? | |

Say Yes

Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure
Some summer when time waits to lure
Our hearts to find just the right hours.
No brook shall steal away the flowers
Nor dirty spring waters pure.
Someday the spring will be ours
Someday loves dice will fall for sure.
Fascination becomes the tour
For springs trumpets are not lour.
We quietly search the towers
Where first we discovered allures.
Someday the spring will be ours.










{Rondel form}


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 | Light Poetry | |

Vernal breeze

  Vernal breeze
			by Elaine Roy

May my heart be the vernal breeze that passes over your heart, to fill you with my love.
It's in the vernal breeze, were nothing  can be seen but everything is felt with in our hearts.
Shall we place our feelings on the vernal breeze and let it take us were our love need to go.
Casting our passion on the breeze of wonder and surprize!
It's were loving hands feel to touch each others hearts, without needing to gain!
May we find our vernal breeze, that make us close our eyes to see, what only we can feel!


Details | Rhyme | |

Love Has No Season

The holidays have come and gone
The ground is white with snow
As fragile tulips sleep beneath
A winter's tundra glow

Our Christmas trees have been replaced
By Valentines of red
We try to face tomorrow's dawn
Without a weather dread

But we have hope that Spring will come
Its God's promise to renew
Our frozen earth and bare-limb trees
With color, tint and hue

I know not when the world will warm
But this I know is true
When spring announces it is here
It renews my love for you

You bring the sunlight with your smile
The lilacs with your touch
And when the grass begins to green
I love you oh so much

You pledged to me a life of joy
No matter what the season
That is why I love you so
I don't need a better reason


Details | Free verse | |

Love's Tender Greening Bud

Come, gentle Spring,
Into my winter heart
Long frozen beneath a wide expanse of snow.
Seek out the slumbering flower
Hidden in the dormant sod;
Charm her from frigid grave
With sweet, warm sighs and penetrating rains.
Come, incessant Spring,
And ravage my still heart with beauty's multitude.
Persist until I feel
Love's tender greening bud
Burst through surrendered soil.


Details | Quatrain | |

Your Gift To Me

Exhaling petals in the time of need 

I keep replaying the blossoming of gardenias 

by pushing buttons on my remote control 

with painful fingers - reminders of lost wings.

 
The mini blinds are broken so I peek 

Over the sterile walls mutilated by wrong turns 

I hear you calling me on a disconnected phone 

I'm fine!...and you? - followed by a timid silence.

 
Accidental spring brought us back together 

In a building where daffodils smell of chloroform 

And angels lie flat on a recently emptied bed 

As I watch windows cry in endless raindrop dances.



It's so much life outside I feel I suffocate. 

I see returning swallows through your candid eyes 

As panicky sirens make your heart pound in my chest... 

This accidental spring we'll finally be... forever.


For Laura's "Recovery From Life" contest


Details | Rhyme | |

Spring Brings Peace

Give me a season....give me a reason...to start anew
It's gonna be autumn soon and the leaves are dropping like dew
Give me a season...give me a reason...to change color
I bet I'd be the color blue....Ohoohooooh... But I'm just a blur
Give me a stairway...teach me the baby steps...to start anew
It's gonna be a tornado...pretty soon and the wind is blowing so true
Hold my hand...hold it tight...give me your trust...give me a sign of contentment
I bet you're the color yellow...like the burning sun....ohoohoooooh...we'll set up a tent

We'll be together at last...the ocean won't separate us...ohoohoooooh no!
We'll be partners at task....the mountains won't make us give up...ooh ooh no!
We'll be together all the time!
We'll be together...no matter what time...
What season...what day...what hour
We both got the power
And we won't cower!
We will blossom up like a flower
And we will be as vigilant as a tower! 

I'll change the season to spring time
Just for you...just for you...
I'll obliterate the darkness and destruction...I'll wipe off the grime
From your hand...from your hand
Our friendship will never cease
And we'll create peace...
Peace in mind
Peace that you'll find
In the Spring time
There is a time
For peace, love and hope
I'll do what you wish and never say "nope!"
Because we'll be working together
And we will conquer!
And we will be stronger!

And we'll create peace...
in due time...we'll have peace in mind
Peace that we'll find
In the Springtime


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 | Rhyme | |

My Love for You, Loveliest Among All Things

My love for you
is like a rose,
a rose that blossoms
in the spring
Precious, graceful full
of depth,
Loveliest among all
things

It leaves me like
a gust of wind,
knowing who it’s
going to
Moving at a fiery
speed
So it can quickly
get to you

Its trust is there
for you to see,
showing you that
it’s sincere
True affection
felt by me,
and it’s all for
you my dear

My love for you
is like a rose,
a rose that blossoms
in the spring
Precious, graceful full
of depth,
Loveliest among all
things


Details | Prose | |

Seed of Birth

Moments to Reflect
Seed of Birth
After a summer shower I watch the wonders unfold Gods truth is being shown. His love for all shall be known to all who have eyes that can see. The miracle of life that is a delight to behold can be seen in a drop of rain on the end of a leaf. Sparkling like a diamond in the light, more precious than gold, a secret is told. The water of life, without it we cannot go on the earth would be has dry has a bone. A desert: a waste land as hot as Hades and not fit to be called home. The water of life He is known. 
The air so sweet and clean the breath of life He has been called. A blessing from the father it is a Gift given to us all. When the air can been seen it is unclean and in this state I call it satans breathe, oh so foul and within it only death can be found. 
Flower and trees, grass that is so green that there is not any artist in the world that could paint a more beautiful scene. Concrete streets and black top parking lots; progress is what it is called…maybe not. An eyesore, mans’ master piece his legacy, beauty it’s not. 
Like a spring rain or after a summer shower; new life does salvation brings. Like the morning dew shining like tiny jewels, in the sunshine they do glow.  Flowers blooming and life a renewing, with Jesus this is how salvation goes.
Rain can be seen as the world being baptized and cleansed, purifying it of mankind sins. This is a fresh beginning but it not at its end it only truth starts when you ask Jesus to come in.  
After a gentle rain shower our God reminds humanity of His power and His promise: rainbow in the sky a wonderful, magical miracle, truly a delightful sight. His signature written in the sky, proof that He tells no lies; never again with water will He end the world that has bought to Him so much pain. His tears of sadness, never again will the world end with rain. 
The evil one try his best with his temptation and his tests to cause us to die and never to rise; humanity he do hate want to take all with him into that fiery lake. These are the tools of his trade war and strife adding in a touch of worldly lust doing his best to kill our trust in the Lord who has given us so much. The spiritual war is what we are in do not fall for satan schemes. Heaven or hell which one will it be? Like the sun gives life to flower, the Son gives life to all who follows. He who is free is free in deed.
Christ the savior God did send, it shows us that satan cannot win. Like a summer day after a spring rain new life will begin. He will pardon us of all our sins but you must ask him to come in His forgiveness know no end. Open your heart and let Him in then and only then can you win. In Him salvation is guarantee and a new life can begin; so you must choose Heaven or hell where will you spend eternity in? 
God our Father gave His Son to the world so that we would have a path to the truth a light to shine in the darkest of time. Allow His attributes to shine forth you do not would to lose your soul. Before time ever begin He love us, will you not trust in Him sight unseen, the One who gives all life meaning?
All it takes is faith to bypass that fiery lake, because tomorrow is not promise and another sunshine you may not see. Time is on no one side, so do not go chasing rainbows you cannot fly. Keep what real in your mind the reality is sin must die. God give His Son to pay a price that He did not owe, the cost was high, but gift that is given for those who believe; is to be by His side, salvation is free are you ready to receive?
Summer shower and gentle breeze,
Golden flower and dew drops of leaves.
Soft green grass beneath your feet.
                    The only thing sweeter is than life is living with Jesus for all eternity.


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THE PASSION OF A JUE JU

Passionate Embrace

Spring gives sweet bursts of new life
rain and seed so very passionately embrace
soil awaits in the lover's hot bed
eternity moans for a soft virgin bride

Robert J. Lindley, 07-24-2014


Details | Villanelle | |

REAL LOVE-Lasting Love

It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Quantum and sparkles of joy made it real,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Some had suffered heart breaks which is not fair,
For their words were void with no secured seal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

True love and care,with goodwill is so glare,
Sadness and trails came,made our hope refill,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

Though fights ensure,but we settle them there,
Right from the start we prepared for this deal,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair.

Gossips,hatred,we sailed through;cost we bear,
Fire of love burns in our hearts with strong feel,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.

O death!you came but failed,truth is our heir,
Though you have gone,you are in my heart still,
It flows like spring out of a perfect pair,
Rumbling,grumbling,our love is deep and dear.


Theme:Lasting Love  ;Date:1-13-2012


Details | I do not know? | |

The Swaying of the Grass

1.

 

A path leads,

to where wild grass grows,

 

sashaying in the summer breeze.

 

2.

 

Along the path,
lightness settles within,

 

feeling the grass,
swooning,
tickling ankles,

 

swaying to the lilting bird-song,

in a dance of intimate abandon,

 

brushing the remnants of pain away.

 

3.

 

Melodies float across fields of green,

delicately caressing my heart,

 

teasing emptiness to flee,

comforting the mind,

 

to silently be.

 

4.

 

Walking on,
savouring the peace,

 

a momentary respite,
from the burdens of the now,

 

all is quiet,

 

a stillness cradling fractured emotions,

 

the grass in the fields sway,

 

dusk descends,

 

shadows lengthen,

 

nudging dimming light to take leave,

 

of the day


Details | Free verse | |

To Ever Young Spring

To Ever Young Spring

O enchanting flavor, of the beautiful Spring
Why you always look, so different to    me
Seasons come and seasons go, every year
But why only the Spring, enchants everyone

Why the mind get lost by the flavor of Spring
Even birds returns from their migrating hides
Why sweet sensations runs in human hearts
Why life began to look so different in Spring

Why the Koyal* keep on singing and singing
Why the smell of Mango buds creates thrills in mind
Where on earth this intoxicating wine is being made
Which sweeps away our mind and heart in Spring

And where in Nature the nectar of Spring is hidden
Which intoxicates humans, birds and even animals
Why in Spring,  images began to appear gradually
On the other wise sleeping, but turning pages of  life

The Butterflies are flying from the top of the flowers
To invite Black bee and others  to enjoy the Spring
What ever may be the stage of life in which, one may be
In the season of Spring only, one feels young and evergreen

Why my mind has started searching on its own
Sensing the dawn of the season of Spring near by
Why even in our life, we find some day that even in Spring
Even the enchanting fragrance too began to feign oneday

Why the mind cheated and illusion by seasons
Becomes anxious and began to feel young again 
By watching the new born leaves on every trees
And finding them dancing with breeze in Spring

Why the singing of Koyal’s * kuhoo*  kuhoo*
Leaves the impression of some anguish always
Silently the heart keeps on searching throughout the year
The grandeur and melody of the Spring singer

When the childhood has ever come back again
And when the youth has ever returned, once gone
Only on the pages of our memories and in our hearts
Their fragrance remain always alive and ever young


Ravindra

Kanpur India  2nd March 2010 


* Koyal .  A spring bird of India which sings mainly in Spring
   While setting on the Mango tree branches
* Kuhoo Kuhoo . the melody song of the Spring bird 
   Similar to that of the Nightangale of John Keats


Details | Free verse | |

Roses

She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust 
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé


Details | Quintain (English) | |

Spring Blasts Love

Fairy of spring when flies high
To the core of the heart of green
Sleeping buds yawn with a sigh 
Ready to create a magical scene
To welcome their loving queen

The earth lays a soft bed of grass
For her feet so soft and delicate
And the evening brings in a glass
The wine of love from the fate
To welcome at the hearts’ gate

The colourful butterflies go zoom
In the fragrance of heavenly fresh
The twittering of cute birds bloom
Newborn flowers like shiny flash 
The lovers leave away the gloom
And sit under the green of doom


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Ghosts of South Dakota part 1

   	The location of the Spring Creek School was on a flat, nestled 
between the cliff on the north and the Little White River on the south.  The river 
flowed in from the northwest, circled to the south of the school about a quarter 
mile and wended it's way east departing to the northeast.  Though I never saw it 
in my day I imagine this was once a flood plain.  Yes, at one time this could 
easily have been the scene of flash floods.  The waters tumbling and sloshing 
their way across this insignificant piece of ground in a hurry to reach the exit.  
Time had slowed the waters and erosion had taken it's tole, leaving the west and 
south in twenty to thirty foot sharp sandy cliffs.  The ground sloped to the east 
leaving a two foot drop off.  A sandy graded road approached the large heavy duty 
bridge, crossed and continued on as a trail road.
	It's summer and the Little White River gently rolls from bend to bend.  
We are running back and forth across the bridge stopping now and then to lean 
over the rail and watch the Indian children splashing in the only deep spot.  It was 
first comers got the choice spot.  Big deal! Chest deep to a ten year old.
           We run off the bridge south.  The graded road crosses a big culvert 
allowing a small spring access to the river where it fans out at the point of entry.  
We run through the crystal liquid turning it into chocolate and leaving dents in the 
once smooth sand.  This is a child's paradise.  Sand so pure, soft and powdery 
warmed by the sun.  The deeper we dig the cooler the sand becomes as it is 
joined by the moisture below.
	Our mothers put limits on our water sports.  First: we had to wait an 
hour after the meal to get in the water.  Second: polio was a concern in our day 
and we didn't get to play as often as we thought we should.  Third: we were not 
allowed to swim unless our mothers were with us.  With the gardening, house 
keeping and canning, we were lucky if we got to swim two or three times a week.  
I guess that is why we spent most of our time on horseback.
	On the ridge north of the school stood a lookout tower.  In the long 
evenings we would be found always outside, either sitting on the steps, running 
up and down the fire escapes or in the front yard.  This was the only real green 
grass in the area.  It was fenced to keep cattle or horses from trampling it into the 
mirrored image of its surroundings.  This enclosure measured fifty by a hundred 
feet and was kept watered.  A large tree provided the only shade


Details | Prose Poetry | |

Oh my spring girl

Oh my spring girl, who walks in boots
made for the intended winter;
you who picks the first rose, which
bloom with the first month of spring.

Oh my darling spring girl, come in my
deep dreams and come into my weak arms,
as I see you in the flesh come to me in my heart,
with your brow painted with lilacs and roses
in my dreamland where we can be-
safe and sound;
come now my spring girl,
leave your winter boots at my door,
and come with me,
come now my spring girl-

.2.10.2014.


Details | Free verse | |

Of Loving You

In winter I miss spring time rains,
In sunmmer I miss the coldness of snow,
When the sun beams down I miss the 
Clandestine moon, cool and aloof,
And
When you're not here with me,
I miss your warm embrace.
I miss the moments we share, so precious,
So treasured,
Yet
The depth of my missing you cannot be measured
In tears
Or fears
When lonliness overwhelms me.

I love you!
Missing you is but an extension of this love.
I'll be loving you, missing you, be lonely for you,
Until I am no more, and somehow, I know,
Even after.
I tell you I miss you, get lonely for you,
Not to make your spirits sag or to erase
The smile from your face.
I am only sharing a feeling of caring, of wanting and
Needing - 
As constant as the midnite hour,
As natural as winter's snow and
Summer's warmth,
Spring time flowers,
As that clandestine moon...
The stars
The trees
The grass...
I love you!
Miss you when we are not together!
I get lonely for you!

In winter I miss spring time rains,
In summer, I miss the coldness of snow!

Cynthia



Details | Sonnet | |

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



Details | Ballad | |

A CASTLE HEARTSTONE MYSTERY

A beautiful girl was born
In secret...
On a spring night
Just before dawn
 
A girl, so fair
A girl, so pretty
Your heart would melt
 
As she grew
Everything she touched
She loved too
The inner peace
Made people turn and sigh
 
In the depths of the Castle
She was kept secret
For the mother knew
The humilation and pain too
 
For the child,
a father was not known
For the mother,
she carried the secret
In her aching heart
On her face, the pain shown
 
The father, so they say
Handsome and charming
Took her heart
Took her love
Then went away
 
A girl, so fair
As beautiful as the day
Often wondered
Of the man
Who took her mothers'
heart away
 
Her mother in despair,
died
A broken heart
No one could repair
 
The girl,
such sorrow
Yet everything 
She touched
She loved too
 
A girl, so fair
Accepted with innate grace
the loss
She could bare
Serenity , upon her face
 
Abeautiful child
Bcame a woman
Eerything she touched
Se loved too
 
On a  spring night
Se must find
Te man who helped bring her ,
in to this world
Eerything she touched
Bcame light
 
Se sensed he was near...
Smething in the wind showing
Whose ripples she could hear
Her fair hair,  blowing
 
A fair wind came
Warm and sweet
from the South
A Prince to meet
 
A South Wind Prince confessed
A daughter to love
A girl, so fair
Everything she touched,
was blessed
 
A tale of love spurned
A mothers' despair
A daughters' love returned
A girl, so fair
Averything she touched
She loved too
With a heart, 
Carried in you


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Astronomy

A light came falling from the stars
And before it would stand
It introduced itself to me
And took me hand in hand

We danced upon the shining grass
Of fields lit by the moon
And with one kiss she let me go
Saying the sun would rise soon

I’d wait till night for her to come
And every night she did
We’d live like life was eternal
Of it we’d never be rid

My lover from the skyward stars
Living life with no holds barred
And every day I’d wait for her
For night to fall, miracles occurred

I could forget my darkened past
Our soliloquy eternal last
She helped to clear my darkened sight
Which only showed with the sunlight

Eternal
Eternal
This dream would spring eternal

Eternal
Eternal
These dreams would spring eternal


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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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The Fallow Plough

There are those of us, as one,
who feel greatly the indescribable
feeling
as if to probe the caverns of our non-existence--
the us which cannot be and is not
except in the small hours, the infinity of moments,
stretching beyond our belittled sense with shut, weary eyes
and the inconstant shaping of faces behind the world.
The momentous certainty of one's own death,
we know,
tolls me back, not from sleep, or fugue, or transcendence,
but by sloping box springs. Where no transient rivers lay their beds,
no eglantine or honeysuckle dapple the wild thicket groves,
no fluorescent bulbs lead to the exhaustible sun,
no tender sprigs will spring in Spring or fall in Fall, but
here, where places do not exist as we do not,
we know.
I feel no thing, and here is where I love--
a most disembodied love that cannot die
for death like we is not--
and leaden-eyed among the alien corn each sordid day, I yearn
most deeply to feel you there
as I do not feel you, my love.


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I TRUST, YOU'LL REMAIN FAITHFUL TO ME...

The warm spring rain is a steady downpour 
 on this foggy eight- wheeler
parked by a dark highway seen from nowhere, 
as I hold and softly caress
your glowing photograph in my hands;
this wish seems impossible,
and imagining you next to me...
brings me closer to reality!

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
and mark down another empty day,
making you restless and insecure;
all in all, I am the same man you adored!

My feet trudge into the deep sand...    
making me wish that there was more
to life than this useless sorrow;
I have loved you and been proud of it,
and I hope to make you the happiest...
when all this comes to an end! 

I trust, you'll remain faithful to me...
as I am faithful to you to this day;
to give up everything we gave and felt...
would be none other than foolishness!

The spring rain has stopped coming down,
a patch of blue is seen though the bright clouds;
at least, my hope isn't completly gone...
that's  a good sign for a guy who only wished once!


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Spring

How could I forget your tender touch, my sweet love of spring?
Twilight stars that bring in night, such lonely nights of musing.
Songs I sing to alley cats, they listen’in somewhat confused.
To tunes that fill the empty steps that tap the wet concrete

Till the time completes, and tide rescinds away from earth’s embrace
I will patiently, take my wait and make joy in masquerade  


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Fourteen



Classically gray day
pre Spring trees
cast in silouhette.
Sitting in shadow
side by side
behind the wall,
one of them
puts right
hand above left
knee of the other,
slides palm slowly up.
Heartbeats. Ticktock breath.
Feels flesh soften,
moisten, smooth.
One looks ahead.
The other eyes over,
downward. A parting of thighs.
Future waits.
Mysteries near solving. 








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The Edge's Mill Inn

I came to rest 
At the Edge's Mill Inn
But that old smell missed
I just smelled again.

The longing quenched 
My surprise of you 
Then I knew
The old smell here

Was that old smell there 
In your home at Spring Ridge Farm
And the longing kept
Coming in waves.

So,  I went up to my bed 
In the Joseph Baugh room
Filled with seafaring things 
And a theme of sailor dreams
Where I arose at three
And stole the silken rose
Red from those 
In Gail's make-as-they-stay librarae.

Then swiftly like an old salt 
Raising the main sail I drove 
To Spring Ridge Farm 
In the night 
Where you slept 
Inside with that old smell
That I could not smell
And left that rose not living
Trapped in your front door

And drove back 
To the Edge's Mill Inn
To that old smell missed
I just smelled again.


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The Anniversary

Every year, they celebrate with the same ritual.
This anniversary of the day they were wed.
They set up the coffee table, adorned with take out Chinese food. 
They gather in the small room, sit on the floor
and then insert the video, watching it once again,
just as they did the year before, and the year before that.
This recording of a glorious day in April, l994, 
when they became a family.
They were not just a couple in love, 
but a trio, who took those important vows.
Filled with the love, and the promise of something brand new.
A sunny little boy, a child with blond hair and pink cheeks
was there too, being united, along with his mother. 
United in love with a tall, good looking, good hearted man,... my son.
On that day, my son became a husband, he became a father.
There, years later, together, they watch the reenactment of a beautiful spring day.
They are, shining and beautiful, the three of them.
Exchanging devotion and love.
On that screen, a little boy's face glows, as does his mother's.
He holds her hand, and from his new father 
he accepts a gold chain with a small ring.
Around his neck, it glitters, ...
followed by the glitter of the ring slipped onto his mother's finger.

A few little changes have taken place since that chilly spring day.
Now there is little girl, with dark curls, who watches the video with them.
She sees her mother, her father, and her brother on the screen.
She doesn't quite understand..."Where am I, Daddy?" she asks.
United in love, a family, united forever.


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Spring

Well spring has Will come and hearts will feel the passion of love,_O yes young girls thoughts will turn to boys as the worm sun shines from above.__O when the sun worms the ground and new growth comes to life,_Then young men's thoughts turn to a home and a wife.__O another season of the cycle of life when love and laughter fills the air,_When hearts will be won or hearts will be broken but no one seems to care.__O spring the start of new life the chance for love and for some a new beginning,Now we life this life with a gamblers heart and hope it is love we will be winning._O do we trust in fate and hope for a wedding as the spring sun shines from above,_Or do we seek out the passion of a worm heart and hope it is the one we truly love.


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Snow On The Mountain

Snow on the mountain
Fire in the hearth
Cool spring fountains
Love, laughter, mirth

Fire in the hearth
Radiance whenceforth
Love, laughter, mirth
Fills all the earth

Radiance whenceforth
Cool spring fountains
Fills all the earth
Snow on the mountain


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The Rose In Winter

	Once upon a time in the gardens there was a beautiful rose. It's beauty was rapturous. Of to 

what could it be compared? Each year in Spring it would cry it's rebirth and announce to all 

the world of it's glorious beauty but as with all flowers it's veiled reflection dimmed with

the first snows of winter. Sleeping it layeth to once again with Spring's awakening be born

unto vastness of majestic jewels. A precious gem that rivaled the most wondrous of exquisite

deities. Pious reflections of nature ingrained into the threshold of life's beauty. 

	It so happened that while walking amidst the flowers a little girl stopped to 

admire the beautiful rose. She thought about the differences and looked up to her mother 

only to say to her" Mother, always when things are bright and cheerful this beautiful rose

amazes the world with it's colors but in times of darkness and despair you see this rose

wither but it never truly dies as other flowers". "Why is this mother"? Lovingly her mother

replied " The rose is as love. When in times of happiness love is as a shining star but in 

love as with rose there are oftentimes thorns which betray the valley's of sadness and to

all outwardly appearances love would seem to wither and die; but true love though not seen 

is strongest when definitive bleakness and darkness fill the soul". So the rose when seen 

through our eyes should remind us that truest beauty comes not in Spring but in darkest

night in Winters keeping.


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Changing Seasons

You are the spring time of my love
Brought to me from lords above
Laid seedlings in my heart
Cause felicity to start

You are the harbinger of summer
Bringing happiness from blunder
Olive Branches laid asunder
A Joy that booms like thunder

You’re the falling of my leaves
A fall that stings indeed
A hurt with hope in steed
A pain that never bleeds

You leave the chill of winter,
The draught behind a blizzard
The hollow never withers
A frost forever lingers

You are the spring time of my love
A beauty from above
Bittersweet like flying doves, 
Brought blue rain in massive floods…


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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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A CHILDS' BLESSING

Faeries and butterflies 
On an Autumn day 
Sweet lilting song 
The Whispering Trees sigh 

A boy for Autumn 
Leaves of gold and red all around 
A sky, so blue 
A child born... 
A King found 

A blessing from Heartstone 
Across the sea, so blue 
Shadowfire too 

In the Great Hall 
A boy, so perfect 
So true 
A Faeries' blessing for all 

A Spring Queen... 
So serene 
Within her arms, 
she did bring 
An Autumn boy 
A King.. 

Offerings for the new boy... 
A flower from the Spring Queen 
A golden feather from the King of Air 
Water from the Stream of Sighs 
A leaf from the Whispering Trees 
Faerie Dust 
A book from the Kings' Library 

Faeries and butterflies 
On a crisp Autumn day 
The Heartstone glowed, 
for beauty showed 


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winter wonderland

Winter Wonderland
We were stuck,
In that winter wonderland.
Flowers froze,
Announcing are intimacy
More delicate than a rose.
The touch,
The feel,
Of you’re your hardworking hands.
Swallowed and took over,
My memory glance.
Glazed over eyes,
Putting me in a perpetual lust.
Making my guards weaken
Needing no knowledge of trust.
We were stuck.
In that winter wonderland.
Holding on to stolen kisses
Keeping warm.
Putting us in forever bliss.
For me it was more,
For you it was less.
We were stuck 
In that winter wonderland. 
Trust,
No knowledge of it.
When you said we were safe
I believed
When you said that you love me
I believed 
But trust there was no trust.
That touch
That feel.
White powered noses
Had us stuck.
In that winter wonderland.
Never seeing the spring or fall.
The spring of your disease 
And the fall of our wonderland.
We were not stuck
But afraid.
To move, to leave
Because me not knowing 
And you not showing.
Lead me to believe 
That we were free.
No protection needed.
It was like letting a ship sail
Through full of diseases.
I never knew that those
3 letter words would end my life.
Aids
Damn I didn’t think twice.
And that white,
Beautiful snow we snorted
Had me feeling distorted.
Stuck in that winter
Wonder land.







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the prayer of love

Give us lord a pleasant place:
a place where we can love,
where we can dance 
and share the rains and rainbow above 
to make our grains and gains  glow in abundance.

Give us lord a special space: 
A space where we can pray,
where we can sing 
and sweep dust and dross away
to make our hope and home a sweet scent’s spring .

Give us lord a friendly face:
A face where love will ring,
where peace will dance,
where smile and sounds will spring 
to make our hat and heart hop and prance.


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Springtime Memories and Wishes

As the sweet scents of spring envelop the cool air
I am taken away to a far off land of memory, of bliss
Childhood days of running, laughing, days of care
It all brings a warm smile to my face, as I reminisce

I am taken away to a far off land of memory, of bliss
A time I thought I once forgot, but now I can relive
It all brings a warm smile to my face, as I reminisce
With people I thought I disliked, but now I forgive

A time I thought I once forgot, but now I can relive
I also see those days when we turned on each other
With people I thought I disliked, but now I forgive
I wish them all happiness, my sisters and brothers

I also see those days when we turned on each other
Childhood days of running, laughing, days of care
I wish them all happiness, my sisters and brothers
As the sweet scents of Spring envelop the cool air


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Millions of Daisies

Daisies

Millions of them!

Singing in the meadow

Smiling at the gentle breeze

Jubilant giggles at the site of passing butterflies





gwendolen rix
12-25-14


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Love's Song

As a cool breeze flowing on a warm spring day 
She sings Love’s Song to my soul
As a humming bird flutters about the spring blossoms
She enhances the grace of Love’s Song
She imitates the slow rising of the sun
By enlightening Love’s Song
Under the protection of the tree
She relaxes the tone of Love’s Song
While glancing at the sky’s pillows
She sweetly hums Love’s Song
As her arms enfold yours
She embraces you with Love’s Song
As you hear her whisper your name
She brings much justice to Love’s Song
As she whistles softly in your ear
She glorifies Love’s Song
As she smiles at you beautifully
She brightens Love’s Song
As the warm spring day transforms to a cool spring night
She sways to the melody of Love’s Song
As you glare at the starry skies
As if it were a lullaby, she sings Love’s Song
As you gently lay, alone under the stars
Her beauty reminds you of the melodic tune of Love’s Song
So as I long to win your heart, I look you in your eyes
And serenade you and your soul with Love’s Song


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THIS HAS GOT TO BE LOVE

I can’t quite explain it
I think it’s something in the air
Something about the spring time 
That creates love affairs
I’ve heard about it all the time
Who knew I’d be the one telling it?
A cloud, a Rose, a Carnation that grows
A feeling of joy
A feeling of love
And all of the other feelings in the clouds above
If spring time had a face
Who would appear?
A lover’s quarrel
A seductive whisper in the ear
There’s something in your heart
To tell you spring time is near
And you feel that this has got to be love 
Because you’re writing about spring time and the clouds above


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The winter of the Heart

The Winter of the heart is where the heart is cold and ridged to the love of Christ unable to worship Him.
However, there is a spring to the winter of the heart.
If we just give our hearts to Jesus, He can bring heat to the willing heart and unfreeze it with His warm and loving spirit,
Giving us the love we so desperately need.
His amazing grace gives the unsaved a place of refuge.
Filling the emptiness inside the ridged heart with love, peace,
and joy. Renewing their strength and faith.
Overflowing their cup with a blessing only Jesus can give with His touch. He toughs the winter of the heart, turning it into a spring day of rain that melts the snow away.
In addition, giving even the most lost heart a way to pick up their cross forever, carrying it on  


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Spring Plight

My poppies are still alive!

Beneath the weight of the winter sleep
the snow built up to 3 feet deep
they kept their leaves in slumber green
and waited for spring with a shiver

The ice is slow to melt this year
My desire is quicker and sends me out
I pull out soil and extra pots
and clean out the autumn's leaves.

I'm pushing the weather with determination
to send out the sun strong to force creation
I yearn for the days being long with elation
as the blooms bellow forth that it's spring

As usual I'm just an impatient girl
I mirror the poppies alive under ice
A season of red soaring unthaw would suffice
to shake myself free of this winter.

I'll open the windows on all of my hopes
and spring clean my thoughts to a shine
I may be peeling off icicles yet
but the spring time is about to be mine.


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THE WATER OF LOVE

Deep within a mountain 
At it's heart 
A spring flowed 
From it, love 
Glowed 

Water is the source of everything 
Love, life 
Birdsong 
Trees 
An eagles' golden wing 

A gemstone 
Filled with love, 
began in a spring 
A Heartstone 
The water of love 
Flowed 
Such light 
Glowed 

Heartstone mountain 
Welling deep 
In its' heart 
Love to seep 

Keep the love 
Keep the faith 
A mountain spring 
Love, life 
Can give you everything 

The water of love 
Touched you 
Touched me 
For in the heart 
Welling forth 
Flowing you see 
There is no other way 
What was always known 
A living Heartstone 
Within you 
Within me 


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spring

Magic is working,
love is forming,
flowers are growing.
They stick together as one.

Love is soft as flower petals,
love is good and strong,
love is happniess for all.
Love means more than you together.

We share thy love,
as spring has formed.
Spring  is magic,
an spring is more.