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Aster 'Blue Autumn'

(This is a specific type of Aster with full name Aster 'Blue Autumn') Aster 'Blue Autumn,' summer wanes. The shining sky of dusk is drenched in splendor. Tremulously, I watch shadows that arrive all to soon-to purloin sun's last rays. Aster 'Blue Autumn,' how you thrive in fields amidst a throng of goldenrod! And always you forego the chill of nights that come to steal away the last of Summer's days. Aster 'Bue Autumn,' Virgo aches, and you're re-birthed from star dust that she cries- to bloom beneath blue skies until the fatal time when breath is snatched . . . Pensively I wait. For Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver's ~ Flowers or Stones ~ Poetry Contest


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STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN

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


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Raindrops

Raindrops
are like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps down
my spine

Their cool aftermath
cleanses me of my thoughts
of fear and uncertainty 
about what tomorrows
pain may bring

They make me feel,
wet with creativity
drenched in my optimistic
illumination. glistening
raindrops, my thoughts
leave paths of pleasurable
distress, and hope of success
which road, less traveled
may be the best

Forget an umbrella
when these raindrops
arrive, I walk outside
arms open wide

Ready to Receive
whatever
the mind storm may bring
because raindrops are
as my thoughts, falling
down into my mind
sending shivers down
my spine

My brain, yearns
for the rain, to wash away
the pain, tomorrows worry
does bring
One special drop
could speed up life's clock
to the time
I can handle my own
and not dwell inside my controllers
home

For raindrops are,
like my thoughts
falling down into my mind
sending goose bumps
down my spine


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Amazing Art of Ansel Adams

Shadows of light and darkness Contrasting images of El Capitan Half Dome sliced by an ice age glacier I met him that day in Yosemite Touched by the unique qualities of his photos Fine prints are displayed at his gallery I marveled at his skill Black and white contrasts Create spiritual moments and introspection I brought him home with me His work now hangs in my office Ever inspiring, ever grand
*Written March 15, 2015, by Carolyn Devonshire in honor of black-and-white photographer Ansel Adams and his stunning photos of Yosemite National Park.


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OCTOBER BREEZE

By: Lyric Man

October breeze
Combing leaves from trees
Gentle as you please
Stirring birds and bees
Everyone now sees
My heart, you have the keys
October breeze
Swiftly dropping leaves 
turning green, 
reddish, golden brown, 
Swallowing the ground 
October breeze 
Dancing with ease 
Enhancing natural beauty 
The most romantic scene, 
You'll ever see 
As autumn holds the key 
Between you, between me 
Love becomes a tease 
Expressing falling leaves 
Waltzing in the midnight gust 
As summer ends 

A Poet Destroyer Collaboration 

8-19-15


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Thunderheads

O, boisterous clouds, Why do you pout on high? With friction so among you, Will lightening too, Not soon cross the sky? In bumping heads, You cause the thunders burst Then in your sorrow weep And once again your tears, Quench earth's thirst. I stand alone surveying aloft, Your strength and might. But then like curtains, You're parting once again, For God's sunlight. Seeing a rainbow hanging, In a distant portion of your sky. I need not ask the question, Where do you go When not in sight,. or why?


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Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark. 


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The Old Homestead

Orphaned footsteps round the old place.
Pitch black soil, packed deep with bartered
coin and Indian heads – wood and otherwise,

coat her worn leather shoes, Hutterite chic. 
The long land screams within its own silence.
Prairie sage burns somewhere, a ghostly smudge

for the undulating grass and, those it serves.
Its alive scent makes the dead turn towards 
its head - and the barely living turn to listen. 

The impossibly endless horizon holds its bright 
blue at bay, begging acknowledgement for 
its self-professed being and looming enormity.

She looks at the broken window glass and 
through the tattered, delicate gray lace. “Those 
were hers.” She whispers to the one who listens. 

This great-great-granddaughter sees the curtains 
as they once were – wistful in the hot Manitoba 
wind; fresh and lowing with the honest elemental 

scent of aspens, hope and bare-knuckle wash boards; 
always fresh; shifting in the cry for solace in summer 
shadows – never as still as this moments endlessness.

Blowing through the deep brown of splintered pine 
front doors; cracking the announcement of cast iron, 
rot and burnt wood comes the simple statement of – 

I lived. This mother of five young does not cry, 
just yearns to walk in the old ones footsteps;
to know them loved; hear the birdsong through

unbroken bedroom windows for a 5am waking; 
feel the resistance of dough on fingers that beg 
to be broken, and kiss the twisting undead, living. 


The burning of the noonday sun taps her whole,
marking; branding her pale Swedish skin its own.
The red sting of burnt breaks her inward silence, 

welcoming her familiar face home.




© Kristin Reynolds 3 29 2009

*Reposted for John's Summer Celebration Contest. This is a personal celebration; 
celebrating and honoring my great grandparents who settled in Manitoba after leaving 
Sweden and Denmark. This celebrates the summer of family, at least for me. We went there 
every summer until it was gone...


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Beauty

She remains a partial gift
some have none, yet some have much
for her scales, sideways they tilt
yet we crave her soothing touch.

With jars of scents, ointments and creams
ourselves we paint seeking her face
fanciful, our grotesque masks seems
yet she stays mocking our ways.

But true beauty in these things lie;
the morning dew on thirsty leaves
the new-born sun that's up so high
even in Nature's smiles on lonesome cliffs!


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The Season Inside

Its beauty yet again plunders me, 
Into magnificent realms that hide
Deep within my every thought
Where I ,like a new tenant, 
Seek comfort to reside
In the warm abodes of Winter.

It has come yet again
With its white painted sky
Like a dripping white towel
Whose waters slowly subside
Like a pain that has been eluded,
Avoided, denied

Its gusts that blow across 
The many prolonging miles 
Bringing all windows to shudder
Like lost whispers and voices
Found and compiled
Into a vague resonance.

Its unmelted snow
That at every corner lies
Lingering for the tepid
Sun of Spring to rise 
To melt away
Like an unwanted memory.

And all that it holds
Is but a fraction that glides
Within,
A sheer reflection of the world 
Outside
The snow, wind and rain of
The season inside


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Jungle Love

Your sweet nectar
wraps around my senses
like jungle vines
steady drums beating
Your heart near mine

Your strong hands
hold me suspended
by my waist
Just enough pain and strength
against my supple skin
For my taste

The musk of your
sculpted body and the forest
has me going wild
But yet, the tender way you
protect me, reminds me of
Being a child

A safe familiarity
with a strain of animalistic
seduction
Your invisible hold over me
leaves me arrow poisoned
Unable to function

My long dark hair wraps you
with smells of coconut and ocean Sun
your locks full of mud and enemies
Blood
together, my warrior
We make One



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Fairies in the Garden

My garden brings the fairies,
You will never know the hour.
The sun may just be peeping
Past the apple tree in flow'r.
See them? No! But I discern
Pixie clues they leave behind:
The fragrant thyme they danced upon . . .
I am always sure to find
A dewdrop mirror clinging
To a blossom hanging low;
I hear their tinkling laughter
When the breezes softly blow.
Sometimes I think I spy them
Riding on a firefly's back
At dusk above the garden,
But their pathway's hard to track.
Jumping off, hiding themselves
In moss blankets--soft delights--
Their flying steeds unharnessed.
"Go to sleep, my garden sprites."


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SITTING ON THE DOCK OF THE BAY

The ocean is magnificent
White sand between my toes
Here just a beach comber
How sweet that no one knows
There's really not a pressure
Only task is when to pack it in
And after my delicious lunch 
I'm going to hit it once again 
My computer's an afterthought 
Guitar won't be played until night
I'm taking in all the sunshine
Sea breeze my sweet delight
If this amazing place was a lady
I'd never let this darling go
I'd soon forget the office building
Say goodbye to Winter snow
It'd just be you and me forever
Not a single care in our day
I'd sing you love songs till sunset
Sitting on the dock of the bay

6-8-15
*Won't be reading or commenting too much this week.. Chillin on the beach!


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Secretly Obsessed

Obsessed with the thought of you
wondering if it's only me or
if you sometimes remember the sweet things you've said
and if you meant them how I took them
or if I'm just obsessed with what's in your head

Obsessed with your very sentences
Every response I take personal
I know it's selfishness
Have you not noticed my eyes?
They hold secrets that only you can unlock
if you'd just take time to fill the thick juices of my pride
It's just boiling with lust, passion, trust and distrust
and other things I obsess over so much

I find myself writing to free myself from this prison I've created
where only you and I reside
I become confused about what I'm really feeling inside and I 
try to rid the thoughts that are highly debated as false and I
begin to cry and
think of casting love spells so that the universe can deliver this affair
I know it's unfair
but I don't care

I'm obsessed with what hasn't happened between us
I'm obsessed with your heart and that the fact that 
I don't think you've even noticed my selfish innuendos 
and secret undertones that blatantly express my lust
Or maybe you have and you calmly remain in resistance of distrust 
If you could only read my mind by simply touching my fingertips,
I'm sure I'd catch you out the corner of my eye biting your bottom lip
I'm obsessed with the passion and thoughts I think you have
Obsessing over an experience that I may never have....






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Kiss the Rain


~*~ To reach out and touch you Feel your warmth on my skin So intangible So surreal As sun sets on pillows And mist laden sorrows The dark windswept willows Now sleep till tomorrow Then come dance again As the sun sets up high And the whispering wind Carries a soft kiss of Spring rain As sun sets on pillows And snow covered mountains The crash of swift rivers Lift fleeting light fountains As dainty droplets fall Sending you sweet kisses Springs soft kiss of rain Come dance again As sun sets on pillows And oceans set motions The sweet songbirds chorus Fills a million emotions To reach out and touch you In Sring soft kisses of rain Come dance again.. ~*~


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' The Moon's Pilgrimage ... '

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Across The Sky To Praise
The Maker and All His Wondrous Ways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Rises High, In Grace
Yet, Still In A Humble – Pilgrim’s Place

Moon’s Pilgrimage … Will Not Betray
All The Moonlight, GOD Lets Display
Tho’ She Moves In His Cosmic-Stage-Play
From His Theme-Theatre, She Will Not Stray

My Pilgrimage … Thru Deep, Dark Space
With Silver-Wings and Beams, I Chase
The Unknown and Known Questions Raised
Will Be Answered, When The Maker Says …

My Pilgrimage … To Touch Heaven’s Face
That Beauteous, Elusive, Mysterious Trace
Borne At The Blessed-Beginning’s Base
My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pray …

My Pilgrimage … Takes Me There To Pay –
My Vows, My Voice, In Vesper-Vase
As This Moon, Is In Harvest – Phase
And Beams Brighter Now … Tho’ Slanted-Gaze

… The Moon … Glowing Ochre-Gold Or Silver
The Moon … Is Making Pilgrimage, Remember
The Moon … Is Trying To Help Deliver
Lost-Souls, Who Can Not Find … Moon River …

… Moon’s Pilgrimage … Keeps Steady Pace
Even Climbing Thru Dense, Cloudy-Lace
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Is Like A Dance, That Sways
Moon’s Pilgrimage … Into The Night’s Embrace … …


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The Wildflower

   
 It could have been you
       Hiding behind the post
           Stretching out your arms
               Your tiny face upturned 
                      To the early morning sun
                            Waving at me softly
                                 While swaying with the breeze
                                     It was only wishful thinking...
                                            But you look so much the same
                                                 that I walked a little closer
                                                      and nearly called your name
                                                         A scent so very subtle
                                                           Drifted through the air
                                                            Reminding me of the last time
                                                             I tied a ribbon in your hair

                                                           I picked the wildflower for you
                                                           But you’re much too far away
                                                          Shall wilt before you see it
                                                        This one I picked today
                                                      Against the velvet petals
                                                   You won’t get to press your face
                                                But together we will pick the one
                                            That grows up in its place
                                         I’ll save this in our special book
                                     Pressed between the pages
                                And hide it in our secret place
                            We’ve known about for ages
                       The next time that you come again....
                You’ll know right where to look!


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A Winter Night

Diamond studded armour
A lance of pale moon light
Mounted on black beauty
Is a night of winter white.



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Fanciful August moon

Moon shines its pale 

Enchanting light 

Upon forest floor 

Where winged creatures 

legendary, pale and sleek 

Spin and flit and dance

To the invisible orchestra; 

Of Blue bells ringing

Hummingbirds humming

Fireflies buzzing

And dandelions singing in tune 

With lilting fairy song as they sing 

Melodies that echo through forest pines 

To the Fairy Queen bathed in the light of

The August moon

© Brenda V Northeast 12th July 2008  Rewritten on  21st/ 01/2012 BVN


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Out Side My Cottage Door - Almost Sequel

A gentle breeze
 ripples 
across the lake
and
 through the pines
and
 lingers in a breathless
lift
 of leaves that wind
and
 twine
 into the air
and
 hang
 suspended there
where
they
 flutter down
to 
rest
 upon the ground
amid
 the
 scent of layered
earth
 of broken brush
of forest floor
that leads
a trail to
my
cottage door
Where I stand
and listen
to 
the sound
 of a
 meadow lark
once more


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Winter Whispers

Walking on her oceans of white
Frozen tears from sky unite
Reflections of Autumn's death remiss
As beautiful nightmares become abyss
Dreams of feathers cease to sing
Of geese that vanished with Autumn's wings
Wilted smiles of little flowers
Bent in vases as fallen towers
The memories that fade throughout the age
Has frostbitten the skies of winter sage
With lifetime whispers that never part
That winter still lingers in my heart.


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SEDUCED

A perfect sunrise
Breeze dances through the trees
Nature's hypnotic strobe light
She knows how to please
And I close my eyes
She whispers in my ear
When you are one with me
All the world becomes clear

7-31-15
*Seduced by Mother Nature


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The dancing poppies

 
How I love 
All of you
The myriads of poppy flowers,
Such amazingly have flourished
For one or two day of May
on green and fresh hills of Birke.

How I want to say
I never forget all of them
And keep in my soul
Your astonishing dancing
On the mornings wind.
Don’t worry, dear beauties,
I diligently pick up and save
Every one of you 
In my great artificially created Universe,
Called the Sphere of Shwartwalde of my memory
Where every one of them, 
Innumerous girls emerging for instance
And recorded in my soul
From my early spring on Birke,s hill
Till the last…  
Will find plenty pastures and places,
For eternal unfaded  blossoming
And I will dancing with you
And invite my dear one for such
Unlimited and endless
 Mega fest


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Sweet Sparrow

A song of a sparrow in the springtime.




Birds chirp a lullaby at the peak of the morning sun.
Speedy is the dragonfly, wish I could catch just one.
Clovers fill the meadow and daisies are in bloom.
Brilliant as the rainbow heanen's scent perfumes.
I hear a sparrow singing sweet tunes of joy and glee.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, sing a song for me.

As springtime goldenrods glow.
I see a sweet sparrow perched upon a rose.
Elegant are the carnations,
and honeybees buzz me by,
God's mighty creations of tender springtime.
I hear a sparrow singing a joyful melody.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, whistle in the breeze.

Lilacs spread their fragrance.
Daffodils line the creek.
In the wind the lilies dance,
and crickets chirp at my feet.
I hear a sparrow singing such a sweet tune.
Sing a song sweet sparrow, lift the morning dew.

Sing a song the prince of love and let the music flow.
Drowning in sweet melodies I open my window.
Perched upon the cedar tree a mighty little bird.
Singing tunes of springtime for all to be heard.


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The Hidden Stream

.Hidden from all the world. The damp wetness of the rocks, as the water gently washes over them. The sun can barley be seen in this spot, It only is able to cast rays and shadows over the quiet stream, causing light to peak through. Leaves slowly sway in the gentle breeze, one may fall and dance and twirl into the wetness of the stream. This world is unseen, it is nestled quietly in silence. Hidden in tranquility and calmness.
Dance leaves upon the gentle breeze, you are hidden now, from human eye,so quiet and so still. Unbothered, untouched by human hand and error. You know no wrong. Rest and sleep in your world that is full of love and harmony. Such peace that it can be smelled in the air. Gentle flower petal cradle yourself, as you fall and float down the stream. Your colors are still breath taking. Rest and sleep be still. A sparrow will soon visit, he offers you no harm nor trouble.
She is thirsty from her flight. The leaves and surrounding grain will sway peacefully in the air, they offer you music, along your travel. The music of nature. Sleep and rest unharmed, untouched. Untouched by human error or human hand. Only touched by the perfect one. The creator


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Rain from a Heavy Sky

Seems like dark 
clouds are following us 
      Let the torrents 
come down
     We'll survive!
As water strikes 
    our garden 
  The earth and roots 
         devours it
    Life springs forth 
after shadows have 
     passed
Our little star 
     will continue 
to shine 
   on though the
night
    There will be 
movement 
    of the wheel of
fate
   When we are cleansed by the 
rain 
    Then we can 
begin anew 
    Letting the breezes 
caress us
   We'll continue onwards 
            darkness, rain 
and ill fortune 
may come 
    but we shall grow 
and prosper in spite
    of it 
  We'll lift up our 
         arms 
  to embrace the world
Laugh once more 
    as spring rains 
continue to fall


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Think on these things

Go for a walk stop in the park
sit on a bench think for awhile
take your time look around
see all the things you've missed

Be very quiet and notice the sound
of a passing car or a distant train
children playing the bark of a dog
the birds singing in harmony

Take a look at a flower
see the color and shape
say a prayer thank the Lord
for the things you see and hear
Listen to the music


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Wanderlust

The birds glide, I don’t know why
It gives me reason to sing
So who am I? What can I bring?

The trees grow, the waters flow
To take us far from here
So who are we? Why do we fear?

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

The lambs leap, the willows weep
To show us we can dance and cry
Don’t live a lie; just ask why

The oceans latch, seashells laugh
There’s always an escape
To the martyr’s smile, on the sun’s sweet dial

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

Don’t let it fade,
Don’t hold it down
The sky is open for us now
Just let them fly,
Those hurts we keep
Inspire the heart, inspire the dream! 

In all the glories shown to us, 
We must give in to our wanderlust
To make amends for wrongs we’ve done
Inspire the dreams, in everyone

In everyone
Inspire the dreams, in everyone


*This song is a collaboration with my older brother, Robert, who was inspired by two hawks soaring around each other earlier today. Younger brother, David, implemented some sweet harmonies that makes this song really special! * 


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Osage Sunset

I imagine the echo of the once thundering herds, Before the Bison succumbed to the tallow vats. I listen for symphonies of the missing songbirds, That made the Osage foothills their habitat. The land that was theirs is no longer pristine, Now the hills are interspersed with pump-jacks. Barbed wire fences make today's boundaries clean, And pickup trucks are the source of most tracks. In scrutinizing my thoughts I invariably ask why? While realizing that time man can't rearrange. Then God paints a sunset on the evening sky, An awesome portrait that man can't change.


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To the Sea

To The Sea 

Sea, 
I look to you 
For answers 
To the questions that swirl like your currents in my mind 
Are you as unfathomable as my heart? 
Do your swells exceed the passions rising within me? 
Does your churning and pounding match the rhythm of my pulse? 
Is your water as cold as the loneliness here? 
Does the salt you contain taste the same as my tears? 
Does your thunderous crashing on rocks at the shore 
Equal the tempest that rages in my soul? 
Do you harbor secrets in your depths as I do? 
Are you roiling below the surface with anticipation? 
Do you long for a visitor to break the horizon... 
As I long for my Love? 
Does the wail that rises from your hollow reefs 
Blend with the plaintive cry from my lips? 
Can the overture played on your delicate shells 
Drown out the sound of my siren song? 
Sea, I have loved you, Sea, I have known you... 
We feel the same, we sound the same 
We give the same, we take the same 
We are one 
And the same 
You and I, 
Your mournful soulmate 




© Copyright Donna Golden July 10, 1999